All language subtitles for The Royal s02e02 Snakes and Ladders

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?

Which I've done.

I've been down there once. I don't want
another trip.

Have you been conscious?

He was.

Then he came round.

But he was still feeling a bit woozy.

Then he went out like a light. Right.

Did you get his name?

Geoffrey.

Geoffrey Carpenter.

Stay up, Lizzie. Never mind all that.

Go book it, my girl.

Er, don't think you'll be sitting here
all day supping tea.

When Mr Middleditch is away, I've got
more responsibility, not less.

Hey, I'll bet Middleditch has left them
fig rolls in there. We're best eating

them, you know, before they go astray.

Of course, sir.

Good morning.

Mr... Papa, what are you doing? The DHA
thought that in Mr Middleditch's

absence, someone should be here in a
supervisory capacity.

Me.

Mr Middleditch never said.

Well, I'm here, as you can see.

I'll inform everyone in due course.

A cup of tea, please.

And if you can, salvage something from
the wreckage.

Jeffrey, can you hear me? I'm Dr.
Cherison.

Can you hear me?

Jeffrey, I'm a doctor. Can you hear what
I'm saying?

Good.

You had a fall.

You've been unconscious.

We'll take you to hospital, but I need
you to tell me if you hurt anywhere.

Can you understand what I'm saying?

Where do you hurt?

What do you think?

All over. I just fell down a cliff.

I wouldn't mind if I hadn't paid him.

Paid him up front, too.

The man calls himself a builder.

This lake's only the start of it. Just
calm yourself, Mr Griffin, or you'll

break something else.

Straight through the bathroom floor I
went.

They were meant to be new floorboards.

Rotten they were. I've got pigs better
at carpentry than him.

You've told us, Mr Griffin.

I don't know what he used for paint, but
the fumes of it. The old place reeks,

inside and out.

It's so strong, I can't even smell the
pigs.

Well, not all bad news, then.

There's nothing wrong with pigs.

That's a natural smell, that is.

This is fumes.

Builder and decorator.

I'll decorate him all right.

He frightened the life out of me. I just
walked in and there he was, Mr Harper.

There can't be anyone else you need to
give the news to, Lizzie.

I will just tell him, Denise.

Denise? Do we have a Denise?

No, Natron, she doesn't work here.

She's at the butcher's. In Broadfold
Street, you know.

Thanks. Good morning.

Good morning, Mr Harper.

This isn't a surprise.

We weren't expecting a visit.

Not so much a visit as an opportunity
for me to get to grips with the way this

hospital runs.

There are aspects of hospital
administration here that the DHA feel

clarification.

And how long will you be with us?

Let's say I think you can regard my
visit as permanent, Mason.

Think he'll be all right?

I'd say so.

I wouldn't know if it were X -rays, but
there's nothing to suggest anything

serious internally.

Well, that's all. The worst thing he
remembers is a bad dream.

I was standing there with him on my own,
getting round for a few seconds.

Started screaming something about
electricity.

It was like he was trying to bite
someone off.

Must have been a bang on the head, eh?

Yeah.

See you.

Can I help you, Mr Harper?

Mr Middleditch has an estimate here for
repainting hospital buildings, general

refurbishments from a Mr Duggins.

That's right, Brian Duggins got the job.
Why, do you want him to start?

I would like to get things moving on the
redecorating front. It's high time

something was done.

I'll get on to Brian.

I don't think so.

Pardon? Mr Duggins' estimate seems to
have been written on hospital -headed

notepaper by you, Hopkirk.

Aye, well, I did help him out. I mean,
Brian's a mate.

There we have it.

A mate.

Not the way the DHA does business.

Mr Middleditch really shouldn't have
accepted this estimate, so I'm starting

again. I'll get my own estimates in.

But Brian's been promised.

Not by me.

Oh, one other thing. You might like to
take this with you. The new porters'

rosters. It obviates the need for all
overtime.

You can implement it immediately.

No news?

Well, I went across to Lee's last night.

No sign of her coming out of a coma,
so... It stays the same.

Right.

How are the children?

I say she's ill.

Too ill to see them.

But it seems to make some sort of sense.

Mostly I just try and avoid answering
their questions.

I don't mean to lie, Jill, but... How
can I tell them the truth?

Well, listen, I keep saying if you need
any help with the driving or the

children or anything, I do mean it,
Gordon.

I know.

I appreciate it.

You can't do it all yourself.

Or if you just need to have a talk. We
are friends, aren't we? We're good

friends, you know.

Jill, just because I don't say much
doesn't mean I don't know that.

I don't know how you managed it,
Jeffrey, but you're still in one piece.

Not that boring.

You're very welcome.

Thanks, Bella.

Bill, they're afterwards.

This is expecting him.

Another day, another heroic rescue.

I heard the hero was Constable Bellamy.

He was the one that went down the cliff.
Well, I would have done that if I got

there earlier.

Well, they won't expect a medal for
being late.

The medal was one I had in mind.

No, I'm not going in there. No, I'm not
going in there.

Jeffrey,

what's the matter?

Please don't make me go in there.

Please don't make me go in there. He was
very

distressed at the thought of going into
theatre.

I know how he feels.

How is he?

Well, I need to keep him in overnight.

And I would like to talk to Dr Clarkson
about him.

Oh, she didn't realise he was one of
Clarkson's nutcases. Well, yes, you'd

better keep him informed.

He does love a bit of aberrant
behaviour.

He's still his capital man, for a trick
cyclist.

Gentlemen,

Good night.

Anyone know what he's doing here?

Couldn't care less.

The only thing I know about him, he's a
man in severe need of a good kick up

the... Ah, sister.

Dr. Chariton, Geoffrey Carpenter's
parents are here. You said you wanted to

them. Thank you, sister.

Mr. Mr.

Rose.

You're right about Harper. That's
exactly where he needs kicking.

We thought he was at school, Doctor. We
had no idea.

Till the police came.

I'm sure he knows we've had a close
call.

What were you doing?

Just climbing.

What do you mean, just climbing?

You could have been... I was walking
along the rocks and wanted to see if I

could get up the top one more.

I nearly did.

You could have told us. They knew he
wasn't at school.

Perhaps we could talk.

I think Geoffrey could do with some
rest.

It won't be a minute, love.

Will he be home tomorrow?

I'm sure. This is just a precaution.

How long has he been seeing Dr Clarkson?

Nearly two years.

Dr Clarkson treats him over in
Ashfordly. He has a clinic here too, on

I'll catch him then.

Is there something wrong?

Dr Clarkson's done such a lot for him.
He's so much better.

The shock treatment... No, there's
nothing wrong.

But I'm sure he'd like to know what
Geoffrey gets up to.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

All right?

There'll only be one of us on most of
the time if he makes us use this roster.

I mean, what happens if we have to do
something?

Listen, Alan.

When we make the official complaint to
our friend Harper, will you let me do

talking? Yeah, but it's a fair point.

Yes, I know it's a fair point, but we're
going to need something a bit more

convincing. What happens if we have to
do something?

By the time he's finished, it's going to
be costing me to work here.

Well, listen, hey, it's already costing
me.

I took a commission from Brian Duggins
for getting him to do the job here. I'm

going to have to pay him it back now.
How much?

Never mind that much.

It's not going to do Harper any good, is
it? He's not going to get anyone

cheaper. No, not unless he finds an even
bigger cowboy than Duggins.

I've told you what happened. What do you
want to get in touch with him for?

You've heard of a pig's ear?

There's none of my pigs have got ears to
date. He left my house in.

I just want to know his name, that's
all.

Is he cheap?

If you've paid for rubbish, you've paid
too much. I don't call that cheap.

Is there something we can help you with,
Kent?

No, no, nearly done, sister. Just
looking after Mr Griffin.

Then do it, please.

What are you up to?

I need some work doing. Well, someone
else does.

What's it worth?

How much?

Fiver.

Hiya, Doc.

Home? You bet.

Oh, you know how much I love hospitals.

How does anybody sleep in these places?

Good afternoon, Mr Bridges. You look
well.

Mr Jackson.

Geoffrey Carpenter.

No bones broken, Geoffrey.

I didn't try to break any.

Fit to go home.

Yeah, it's just got a few cuts and
grazes.

I would like to... Good, Mrs Carpenter.

If Dr Sheridan's happy, the sooner we
get him home, the better.

We should consider upping the ECT
treatment.

In fact, all things considered, let's
have him on my list tomorrow.

Yes, Doctor.

Good. Thank you, Dr Sheridan.

See you then, Geoffrey.

Dr Carpenter, I wanted to catch you.

I didn't get a chance to think about
Geoffrey Carpenter.

On his way to X -ray, how frightened he
was.

I've heard.

He thought he was going into an
operating theatre.

I understand he's been having electric
shock treatments at Ashford.

I have to encourage my students to use
the term electroconvulsive therapy now.

It's meant to make her sound a bit less
like incompetent electricians.

Is it true that you're treating her
tomorrow with ECT?

Your concern about my patient is
laudable.

But since he didn't hurt himself falling
from the cliff, why are we having this

conversation? I thought you should know.

But I do know.

Do I surmise that having discovered that
Jeffrey doesn't like ECT treatment,

you've decided you don't like it much
either?

With all due respect... Let me tell you
something.

Many years ago, I had a patient. Young
boy, 19 years of age.

He was misdiagnosed as suffering from
schizophrenia. His main problem was

depression. I treated him with ECT.

Yes, he hated it, but it was working.

Against my judgment, I stopped
treatment.

I didn't think suicide was imminent.

He hanged himself.

I'm not questioning your judgment, Dr
Clarkson.

But Geoffrey is my patient too, for now.

I need to be sure there's no concussion
after his bang on the head.

Before any shock treatment.

I'm sure you feel the same.

Well, if you're that unsure about the
assessment of your patient, then we'd

better leave the ECT treatment till next
week.

And on your head, be it.

I've been a bad, bad boy.

I'm working for a bloke called Hathaway.

Yeah, he's over there by the machine.

Mr Hathaway.

Bertie.

He was here.

I think he went.

Oh, right, that's a bit tickish, yeah.

I might have been able to put a bit of
business his way.

Quite a big job, in fact.

Birthday halfway.

I just got back.

All right, tell Mason I'll be there in
ten minutes.

Are you a doctor?

What's the matter?

I don't need an examination, young man.
I want a doctor, urgently. Yes, I am a

doctor. It's Charlie.

He's been bitten by a snake.

He won't die, will he? A snake?

Oh, goodness sakes, you know what a
snake is, don't you?

How old's Charlie?

He's sick.

Is he a grandson?

It's a dog.

Of course he's a dog.

Well, he should get into a vet.

Are you going to carry him inside, or do
I have to get a trolley?

Well, according to the vet, these
corticosteroids should get the swelling

so... He's big enough to handle it,
though, don't he, Paul?

Certainly heavy enough.

She wouldn't take no for an after.

You've met Mrs Lyons before, have you?
No.

I thought I'd better catch the thing so
you knew what it was.

Oh, Mrs Lyons, it's an adder.

Unlike South Africa, we only have one
venomous snake to choose from, so...

given Charlie some corticosteroids, so
he should be fine.

Would there be any point in asking why
there's a dog in reception on a hospital

trolley? It's because of the snake.

Oh, how silly of me not to realise.

Oh, Merchant.

Mr Harper, there you are.

Now...

Perhaps we should look at the
outpatients' rosters later.

You just said... One thing Mr
Middleditch is very concerned about is

building itself.

Since you're here, why don't I show you
some of the problems?

I'm glad you mentioned that. I'm
intending to move forward with the

Oh, then I'm sure you'd appreciate a
list of everything that I feel needs to

done. It's a long one.

How long? You did say you were going to
be here some time.

There's a session tomorrow.

I'm going to go and see for myself.

But the clerk will be chuffed.

Well, I really should know what I'm
talking about, shouldn't I?

Yeah, it'll be a first.

That'll be my entrant.

She could be.

Hello, Dr Cheriton.

Sorry to bother you, it's about this.

Not with you.

An egg in the box.

Only it isn't.

Well, Mrs Lyne's brought it. I suppose
she...

Took it away with her?

Ah, well, you see, you were our last
hope. You see, Dr Weatherill said that

may have released it or something. And,
er, well, the problem now... It's

basically a poisonous snake roaming
round the hospital.

In a nutshell.

Well, if I say it can, you'll be the
first to know.

It's not funny.

No, I don't know what that means either.

There's no such word, is there?

But you typed it.

Oh, I... Where exactly did you learn to
type?

Well, I didn't.

I just thought I picked it up, you know,
like you do.

I think I'll leave it till tomorrow.
I'll just get on. Good night.

Night, Mr Harper.

Any news, Ken?

No. Process of elimination.

Whose?

Well, it's nowhere in the main building.

I've searched everywhere.

I think it's made its way outside.

All right, keep going.

Mr Harper.

You said I should find out something
about the treatment.

I hope you wouldn't mind.

Dr Sheraton, not at all.

I'm sure we'll all be relieved when you
discover that Dr Frankenstein isn't

alive and well and working in the
hospital.

Ready, Gordon?

It's all right.

She's awake.

I thought you'd listen.

I'm delivering a shock to the motor
cortex of the brain to reduce the fit.

Ready?

Like epilepsy.

Exactly like epilepsy.

Except it's the fit, not the
electricity, that helps the depression.

Give me a wine.

Yes. How to

make friends and influence people, eh?

It sounds barbaric when you read about
it. It doesn't get better in the flesh.

Well, it seems to work.

So did cutting off legs with a dirty saw
and no anaesthetic.

That's if it didn't kill you, of course.
Oh, come on.

You didn't see Geoffrey Carpenter.

How will we do this?

One article and you're an expert, eh?

Oh, forget it now.

David, you should speak to Lucy Klein.

You haven't met her, have you? She's a
psychiatrist from York.

She runs an outpatients clinic here.

Might help.

What are you trying to do, Jo?

Start a war?

Maybe somebody should.

Not you two.

Look, if a brain's dying, we try to keep
it alive, don't we? So what are we

doing with a treatment that might damage
it?

I know what happens when a brain's
dying.

So it's not something I need an academic
chat about just now.

There we are.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Everything all right?

Thanks to you, Doctor.

I brought him back in for a check -up.

I looked for you first, but Dr.
Wetherill saw me in the end.

Bye, Mrs. Lyons. Bye, Alan.

I'm sure by tomorrow, Charlie will be
fine.

Oh, he's better already.

You'd think he'd be a bit more polite
under the circumstances.

It's how you smell.

Vets and doctors smell the same to
Charlie.

Antiseptic. It started when he was a
puppy way back in Cape Town.

The answer is a gin and tonic.

Him or me?

Once you've had a G &T, he'll be all
over you. He loves the smell of gin.

Started when he was a puppy, did it?

I can see we're going to get on
famously.

I'll expect you round for that gin,
Doctor.

All right. Bye, then.

Bye.

Dr. Shearing!

I need to talk to you, Doctor.

Go tell Dr. Clark when I was here, will
you?

I saw him pass.

Please don't tell him.

I'm not a psychiatrist, Geoffrey.

I can help you with some breaks and
bruises, but... Dr. Clark, you're the

expert.

He knows what he's doing.

Look, I know there's something wrong.

I know I need help.

But what goes on in here doesn't make me
some kind of a moron.

No one's saying that.

Then why doesn't anyone listen to me?

What they're doing, the electric shocks,
they give me anaesthetic, but I can

still feel it afterwards.

I can feel it now.

I stop and it's there, like a hammer.

Dr Carson says it's not, but I know.

It's a very unpleasant treatment, I'm
not denying that.

But the people who work with your
condition, with depression, they say

helps. Well, let them get their brains
bright and see how they like it.

You don't know what it's like.

My mum and dad want me to stay on at
school and all that rubbish, but... 20

years of schooling, they put you on the
day shift, right?

I'm a bit more positive about the
education system.

I can't remember stuff.

What's the point of A -levels?

Sometimes I go into school, I can't
remember where the classrooms are.

Go on.

Tell me about the short -term memory
loss.

Is that the line, Doc?

Well, that is a side effect.

I'm sure Dr Clarkson told you.

A million times.

Geoffrey, no -one's hiding anything.

It's not short -term.

I can feel things going out of my head.

They don't all come back.

It's not just things, it's... It's who I
am.

It's not just about the wires and
electricity.

That frightens me.

It does.

But not as much as what's happening to
me.

It's like... Sometimes I'm just losing
myself.

I'm sliding away.

I've looked at your estimate, Mr
Hathaway.

Naturally enough, I don't take the first
figure that's thrust in front of me and

agree to it. I'm sure you'd have a hard
bargain, Mr Hathaway. I respect that.

to make some of that estimate up.

I can't read half of what he'd put on
them beer maps.

Are you sure he'd have thought of having
Mr Middleditch he'd want to use?

Well, is he?

It's not Mr Middleditch who's going to
be employing him, is he?

It's in the right area. I won't beat
about the bush, but I wonder if there

aren't a few trims.

I could go down 15, Mr Harper, without
compromising on materials, and I never

do. Quality is my watchword.

It just happens I've got some paint left
over after another big job.

Sounds better.

Normally I wouldn't be able to fit a job
like this in, not at short notice, but

I've got a week between two contracts.

Men sitting around doing nothing.

So it couldn't have come at a better
time for both of us.

So you could start... Tomorrow.

Excellent. Apart from the scaffolding.

My own scaffolding's out at the moment,
so I'd need to hire somebody.

That's included in the price of toast.

Well, then it's not for me to tell a man
of your business experience about

managing overhead sufficiently, is it?

An advance on a contractions problem.

We said... £50.

That's tomorrow. The job will be done
and dusted in a week.

A deal, Mr Hathaway.

Come in.

We haven't met. I'm Lucy Klein.

Jill Wetherill said you wanted to speak
to me.

Since it seems to be about the patient
of one of my colleagues, I have to say

it's quite unethical.

And I couldn't possibly have a
conversation of that kind.

Well, you don't take much fooling.

It's a good job you didn't go in for
psychiatry.

Shall we go for a walk?

Certainly.

I'd already got the message from Dr
Clarkson.

He's not amused.

I wasn't trying to entertain him.

Don't take it out on me.

Consultants don't like to be questioned.
You must have found that out by now.

I thought he should listen.

He's an excellent psychiatrist.

He's taught me a lot.

Is that it?

What did you expect?

You're not using electric shock
treatment, are you?

No, I'm not.

Why?

I think there are better ways.

There are new drugs, antidepressants. I
think they're more effective.

With the right approach to the patient's
problem as a whole, looking at

everything.

What's going on inside is only a part of
it.

Is that really it? You think it's just
an outdated treatment?

Yes.

Is that what you wanted?

I think it was.

No, that treatment will go out by now.

I'll have to look.

Hey, it's me that's done all the
looking.

It's me that's taken all the risks.

I've been busy, Alan. Yeah, that could
maybe...

We should have got proper pest control
people in. Why?

And everyone find out.

Including Matron.

Yeah.

I want all the doctors' rosters.

What we've got here doesn't bear any
resemblance to what's actually going on.

don't know how they know what time of
day it is, let alone where they are.

Well, obviously they know where they
are.

I mean, they're here.

I'll talk to them myself.

Hop in.

You'll be pleased to know that I've got
a very satisfactory estimate in from a

decorator. It might interest you.

Very reasonable.

Fair price, I'd say.

Your mate, Mr Duggins, wasn't doing
anybody any favours. I'd say Mr

was being taken for a ride. However, the
DHA don't employ me for my gullibility.

Mr Hathaway can start tomorrow.

I hope to have all the work done by the
time Mr Middleditch returns.

He won't recognise the place.

No, no. It's likely to surprise a lot of
people, Mr. Harper.

What did Luton say?

You know.

I do think Jeffrey should talk to her.

Anyway, that's what I'm going to tell
his parents.

Oh, what, Dr Clarkson?

Mrs Lyons phoned.

What now?

Her asthma's bad again. She asked for
you, Dr Sheridan.

Do I get the impression she's well known
as a time waster?

Well, actually, David, time's quite
important for all sorts of reasons.

Mrs Lyons is very isolated here. When
she first came back from South Africa

after her husband had died, all the
people that she thought would still be

had gone. So, yes, sometimes her asthma
is quite bad.

Sometimes you just need to know that
nobody cares.

Wrap on the knuckles?

Yes, it was.

And in return, I shall go and see Mrs
Lyons, but next time. Yes.

Come in, Doctor.

Thank you.

He hasn't got his appetite back.

I bought him his favourite braising
steak. He hardly touched it.

Well, he'll still be feeling a bit
strange. He'll be fine, I'm sure.

Gin and tonic, dear. Wonderful.

Doctor. Thank you.

We appreciate the time you've taken,
Doctor.

We know how Geoffrey feels about the
shock treatment.

We haven't got a choice.

If you purely can't talk to Dr Clarkson,
there is another psychiatrist who lives

at the hospital, Dr Klein.

I'm sure Dr Clarkson understands there's
nothing wrong with asking him for a

second opinion.

EPT doesn't suit everyone.

It makes him feel better.

You haven't seen him when he's bad,
Doctor.

We wouldn't know what to do with him. We
couldn't control him.

I told you I don't like it, Dr Sheridan.

But it's all we've got.

The only thing that's helped.

If the shock treatment was stopped and
something happened... No, we can't take

that risk.

We have to listen to the expert. That's
Dr Clarkson.

You must understand.

Jeffrey's never tried to harm himself
before, but there's always that chance

with depression.

We've no other way.

Without risking Jeopardy's life.

I always open the windows for him,
whatever the weather's like, if he's

low.

It reminds him of Cape Town.

My husband and I had a flat at Seapoint.

He knows you're feeling low, too.

Oh, it's just work.

The usual.

Is it?

Well, you know how it is.

Life is very short and very fragile.

It's easy to let it go by and suddenly
find all the things you meant to do just

never got done.

When you're young, you think you've got
forever, but you're dead for a very long

time.

That's all.

Is that advice?

One of the privileges of old age is you
can talk nonsense and get away with it.

You'll know if it's advice.

Oh, just nonsense.

Nurse, would you be so kind as to nip
out and ask somebody who won the 4 .30

Kempton Park, please?

It was two years ago we really started
to notice something was wrong.

Until then, Geoffrey was just a normal
sort of kid.

He seemed happy enough.

He passed his O -levels. He was so
tough.

Suddenly it all changed.

We've put it down to a bit of moodiness.

You expect that, don't you?

But then we knew something wasn't right.

Inside. I don't know what we'd have done
without Dr Clarkson.

We didn't think anyone could help us.

He's never actually tried to hurt
himself before, is that right?

He's done stupid things. Wild things
sometimes, but never deliberately. But

recently.

You've both been more worried about the
possibility of a suicide attempt.

Haven't you?

Right, well, that's it for now.

No delivery.

Yes, I gather.

Not my fear of expertise, Gordon.

I just patch him up.

Like you.

Morning.

Morning. Mr. Arden. Where is he?

Where's who?

Hathaway, the builder. He starts this
morning. Oh, him? He's not here yet.

There'll be a lot of preparatory work,
of course.

Oh, of course there will be, yes, yes.

Thank you.

Get me Mr Hathaway on the phone, Lizzie.

Try not to worry.

It's going to be all right.

Get in the best possible care.

You'll be just fine.

On the left.

OK, thanks very much.

Hello. I'm Lucy Klein.

I know Dr Cheriton's spoken to you.

Perhaps we can go somewhere more
private?

No, look, with Mr Hathaway...

Obviously, he's on his way.

I suppose he's got supplies to pick up,
that sort of thing. Let me know as soon

as he arrives. Probably any time now.

I doubt that.

You know what builders are like for the
breaks.

If they haven't got here for their
elevensies, I don't reckon you'll see

till it's time for the lunches.

What about Dr Clarkson?

If you want me to take Geoffrey on as a
patient, I'll speak to him myself.

But you have to tell him you want
Geoffrey referred to me.

We think... Well, we think the time is
right now.

For a change, I mean.

But Dr Clarkson's done such a lot for
Geoffrey. I know he has.

I have the greatest respect for Dr
Clarkson, but depression isn't like the

measles. There's no simple cure.

Aye, we know that.

That's why we have to do what's best.

Sometimes you have to try different
things.

And you have to find a way to help each
patient individually.

You really think there is another way?

I believe that there are now drugs that
your son will respond to where the ECT

may be compounding the problem.

Will the drugs work, though?

They're a start.

But it's not just about drugs.

It's also about finding a way to open a
door and let the light back in.

Why don't we try?

Yes, Dr. Klein.

We want to try.

For Geoffrey.

We have to try.

Oh, I did hear from Mr Hathaway. Well,
there was a message. A message? It's

at the desk. It must have been dropped
off this morning before I came in.

Plus it were a scrap of paper.

He says he's gone on holiday.

On holiday?

You must have got the wrong week, Mr
Harper.

He's gone to Mallorca.

Did you send the cheque?

The advance?

No. Thank goodness.

Mr Hathaway came in and picked it up
himself.

He wanted it made out to cash.

Was that all right?

There's nothing.

She's just lying there with the machine
keeping her breathing.

The other day when I was talking about
depression, I wasn't thinking.

And I wasn't listening.

I'm going to turn into a hell of a
doctor if I can't discuss the patient

making it all about Caroline. No, I
know, but I... I could have put it

couldn't I?

You know, sometimes I've sat and watched
people with someone they love in a

coma.

I remember people who just... just
wouldn't leave. They felt that if they

stayed, if they just kept talking, if
they... I don't know.

If the contact wasn't broken, everything
would be all right.

It's not so well, Gordon.

It's not what you think, is it?

I just don't know what I think.

All I know is that I'm struggling to
talk to her.

I've just got nothing to say.

I've had nothing to say for a long time.

And I don't know which is worse, when
I'm with her or when I'm away from her.

Well, either way, it sounds like you're
mostly feeling sorry for yourself, so

that's a great help.

I asked for that.

Listen to me.

You can't change what's happened to
Caroline.

You can only look after the children and
hope that they find a way through this.

And you can't know if she'll come back.
Not now, but... There's something else

that you can't change.

That's what's happened between us two.

I know.

Do you wish that your good changes?

Sometimes.

And other times?

All I know is that seeing you is the
only thing that's holding me together.

I know that we need each other.

Now. Not any further than that. Just
now.

And there's no strings, and there's no
commitments, and there's nothing that

needn't change when you want it to
change, when you need it to change.

Oh, don't say that.

I need you, Gordon.

If you want to come back.

It's just a name.

It's the kids.

It's all throats. I promised I'd be
home. It's called love, Gordon, not

desperation. I do understand.

Still no sign of this Mr Hathaway.

Are you sure you got the right date?

I think there was... There was a mix
of...

I shall be rescheduling.

What's up with him?

I don't think Mr Hathaway told him he
was going to Mallorca today.

You what?

If he'd known about his holiday, I don't
think Mr Harper would have given him a

cheque for £50.

For £50?

What do I do?

How do you mean?

I mean, something that's longer.

It's moving its tail.

Oh, that's just a snake. We've been
looking everywhere for that. I'll sort

out for you, Mr Harper.

You've got that shovel.

But everybody knows.

Pull his neck, Mr. Rapper.

You can look, but you better not turn.

Paws on ivy.

Paws on ivy.

Late at night while you're sleeping,
paws on ivy.

Look out, man, she's crazy.

You really do, you will.

Hello, Doctor.

I've got your snake for you.

Good. Can you find a box for it?

I'll have a look.

Mr Harper got a bit of a shock. Thought
we were going to give him a nip.

Oh, no, they tend to avoid humans, if at
all possible.

Who says they're not intelligent?

And their defensive bite tends to be far
less effective than their hunting bite,

so... It's still agony, though.

Actually, can... Could you, um... Could
you...

Take it somewhere, get rid of it, and
leave it where it's unlikely to find its

way back. Oh, I will do. I'll get Alan
to get the run.

Nurse's rosters, Mr Harper.

Matron, show me the plans.

I can't accept them. They're completely
unworkable.

You may save money, but we'll end up
with twice as many nurses when we don't

need them, and none when we do.

Well, can we discuss it?

Is it the only snake?

I'm not with you, Mr. Harper.

The snake under my desk.

Should you sit down, perhaps?

I think we'll leave the nurses roster
for the moment, sister.

I have a number of things to do.

Look out, man, she's crazy.

She really do you in.

Baby, let her get under your skin.

Boys are lively.

Boys are lively.

Late at night while you're sleeping,
boys are lively. Careful, they're

I'm being careful.

Meat will make you muppy. Mumps will
make you ruppy. Chicken pox will make

you...

Where is it?

Oh, the little man must have slipped
out.

Don't be such a floss.

Any

news?

The Carpenters have been in Thieme.

I've spoken to Geoffrey. What do you
think?

I'll take him on. I think I can help.

It's just a beginning.

Thanks. We'll see.

Ah, Lucy.

Consulting Dr Sheridan again.

Excellent. What does the doctor
recommend for my patients today?

Yoga, meditation, a little marijuana
perhaps?

Dr Clarkson, I hope you don't think...
Dr Sheridan, I can assure you I've got

better things to do than think about
you.

I won't say I'm not disappointed that
you dragged one of my colleagues into

mire of sentimental posturing.

I wouldn't have thought she was quite so
easily led.

I only hope the consequences of your
good intentions don't further jeopardise

Geoffrey Carpenter's future.

Well, if that's it, doesn't seem too
bad. Be careful.

You've made an enemy.

Swings and roundabouts. What?

Well, I hope I made a friend.