All language subtitles for The Royal s03e04 Consequences

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 am on this, mate.

All right. Oh, no. Who overdid it? Oh,
better luck now.

It's you, isn't it? It's your wife who's
beating you.

Timbit is gone!

It's sort of movement. Yes, real agony,
I'm sure.

Well, please, sit down.

Or stand, whichever is most... Well,
isn't there anything you can do?

Um, Mr.

Ballantyne, the consultant at
Scarborough. He prescribed rest, yeah?

spent three weeks on a hard bed. It's
made no difference. It's still agony.

Well, I'll try for another appointment.

Chronic back problems can be very
tricky.

It's impossible to get a proper night's
sleep.

Well, I can give you stronger pain
killers.

Sorry to interrupt.

There's been an accident at Colworth's
pit.

They're requesting doctors.

Dr. Omrod's on anaesthetics today. Dr.
Wetherill should be back from around.

has an operation to do. Understood,
Lizzie. On my way.

OK, well, these should help the pain.

I'm Dr. Goodwin. The situation's got to
go.

Some roof timbers gave way. There's a
dozen injured one way or another.

We've got them all out, but, you know...

We're organised for routine first aid,

you know.

Cots, bruises, sprains and that. Yeah,
well organised by the look of it.

Yeah, but two or three need to see the
intensive doctor.

I mean, there's ambulances on the way,
but... Let's see what I can do for him.

Liddy, I'm in theatre this morning. You
don't know who the assisting nurse will

be, do you?

No idea.

Honey, I was wondering if it might be
Nurse Beaumont.

You know, Samantha.

Don't ask me. I don't do the rotors.

I just do the phones and the moors.
Where is Dr Weatherill?

She's phoned in. She's been diverted.

She's been diverted? She's a doctor, not
dual carriageway.

Oh, I've seen a patient. She had an
emergency next door. A little boy

a bottle of popcorn. Blue, apparently.

Really? The boy, I mean. Not the top.

Lucky she were there. She's holding me
up. She has a patient in anaesthetics

I can't get started on my list.

She better not be. I have a golf
tournament this afternoon.

His usual polite mood, I see.

What's she supposed to do with a little
kiddies choking to death?

Ah, Mr Appleton.

There you are.

Yes, long drive, Ken, but I've got you.
All right, well, follow me.

Lizzie, anyone like him? I've seen him
in the van. Of course you are.

Crikey, what's happened to you?

I told you it should be in casualty.
What happened to it?

Apparently some peaches hit him on the
head.

Peaches? What a right mess.

Peaches did this?

You're wearing a tin, miss.

I don't think peaches and such would
have done it.

No, I suppose not.

Right, I'll get you sorted out.

You don't know who the theatre nurse is
out today, do you?

Not sure.

Daphne, I think.

Could Nurse Beaumont, Samantha, be
assisting her?

No idea.

I'm quite busy, Alan.

Right. Sure.

Right.

Won't be long now, Mrs Preston.

Yes. Right, time's up. I'll operate
myself.

You can't do that.

Why not? It's just some routine
gynaecological house, your father. This

Weatherall's patient.

You haven't even read the notes.

Matron has filled me in. It's a
secondary suture of an episiosomy. Piece

cake, man. Let's go.

Jill, look.

Dr Weatherall is not going to like it.

But she should be here then, shouldn't
she?

I .T. off at 1 .30. I have a long drive
and lunch to consider.

Come on, man. Get a move on. Chop, chop.

Aren't we waiting for our own doctor?

Your assistant's hitting us, isn't he?
Yeah, either.

She doesn't need an assistant.

Come on, men. I'm waiting.

Yeah, it's nice and quiet here. My
cousin runs the place. It's spotless.

I just don't want to be an inconvenience
to the house, you know. No, of course.

Right, look at that.

This way.

I am doing a bit here myself, actually.
My cousin's short -staffed, so I'm

behind the bar for a night or two.

Right.

You've got room six. Best one in the
place.

I know your books are meant to be hard,
but scrubbing wounds like that?

You've got to get every bit of cold dust
out, otherwise it leaves a scar.

Yeah.

A bit drastic, though.

That's going to help ease the pain,
Frank, until we can get you into

Someone get this man's leg splinted.

Right.

Turning, isn't it?

Let's have a look at this back.

How exactly did it happen? That twisted
sharp is getting up the road.

Felt it go.

I've had trouble with me back before.

You may have flipped a dick.

We'll get you in for an x -ray as soon
as we can.

It's all right, Doctor.

Nobby's here now.

Now then, Tony lad, what's up?

Put me back out again.

Hold on, mate. What are you doing?

Sorting the slide back out. Yeah, he
needs an x -ray.

He needs his back set in, that's all.

Nobby is what we call a bone setter,
Doc.

He'll sort him out.

Yeah, well, no offence. But it's quite
dangerous to mess about with someone's

spinal cord. I mean, I get it, Doctor.
Let him do it. No.

It's not a good idea. He needs my help
now.

All right, excuse me, Doctor.

Out to the road.

Come on.

On your side, Tony, lad. That's it, you
know the routine. Come to me now. Come

here, that's him.

Right, that's him.

Right, on three.

One, two, three.

There we are.

That's thee sorted.

Thanks, Nobby, lad.

Short break whilst we get the next one
in.

I thought you might have been in theatre
today, actually.

No, thank you.

Trying to avoid all that blood and
stuff.

One doesn't need that first thing in the
morning.

Right.

There weren't any on our estate. You're
the first I've actually met.

Sorry?

None of the girls round our way were
ever called Samantha.

Oh, that'll do.

I need a coffee.

Henry?

Hello, Gordon.

I drove up yesterday, stopped off near
York.

Well, you should have told me you were
coming.

You'd have insisted I stayed with you.

The amount of hours you put in, you need
a proper bed to sleep in, not a sofa.

You know I don't mind.

Your man Ken sorted me out. I've got a
nice little hotel room, my own bathroom

and everything.

You should stay with us.

The kids love to see their granddad.

I'll see the children.

Don't worry.

No change, then.

Each time I come up, I pray she's...
Looking good, is it?

Where there's life, there's hope.

You always say that, Gordon.

And what sort of life is this?

The only thing keeping her breathing is
a machine.

Come on.

I'll get you a cup of tea.

There are no rules in these cases.

Patients can regain consciousness after
a few days, weeks, months.

Yes.

Even years.

Or never.

Never. Say never, Henry.

When Caroline told me you'd asked to
marry her, I said she couldn't have

a better chap.

A decent man who'd always stand by her.

She was... is... blessed with a loving
husband.

But we shouldn't allow our hearts to
rule our heads.

If there's no hope of recovery, no life
outside that machine, why don't we bite

the bullet?

Switch the damn thing off.

Sorry to interrupt, Doctor. It's Mr
Rose. He's champing at the bit. He needs

back in theatre.

Yes. All right.

Please excuse me, Henry.

an accident at the pit?

Yeah, one of those mornings, I'm afraid.

Don't I know it. I expect they're
screaming for me in theatre, are they?

Oh, well, actually... Oh, well, actually
what?

Right, put down quick blunts. We're just
about on schedule.

What on earth's been going on?

You just operated on my patient.

You weren't here.

It's not unknown for another surgeon to
step in in an emergency.

But Mrs Preston's condition wasn't life
-threatening.

Not her.

Me. I'm playing in the Captain's Cup
this afternoon.

Wish me luck.

Shoot!

Don't say it. What were you playing at,
Gordon?

Letting him do it?

She's so, you know, sophisticated and
that.

The way she speaks, the way she dresses.

Even her perfume. Have you sniffed it?

Now, that is not cheap scent.

She's just an ordinary nurse.

She's not ordinary.

When you ask an ordinary girl out, it's
easy.

You say, do you fancy pictures, drink
after, maybe a bag of chips?

Can't imagine her wanting to do that.

Well, you never know. She's new up here.

She might fancy a good traditional
Yorkshire night out.

Do you reckon?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Ask her.

I'd never have the nerve to do that.

Could you sound her out for me?

You know, be outlandish.

Frank, how are you feeling?

Fine. A bit of pain.

Well, you're lucky it was a clean
fracture.

It should run quite quickly.

A bit of physio will soon have you back
on your feet.

Um... Quite a guy, isn't he?

That chap that you lot call the
Bonefetter?

No, be Jepson.

Aye. Ex -minor.

Magic hand.

Not many bad bacterial dislocations he
can't sort out.

Do you know, um... Was he trained?

Don't think so.

Natural gift?

Yeah.

If it's any consolation, Jill, you did a
first -rate job on Mrs Preston.

Yes, I know. I've just been to see her,
but... It's not exactly the point, is

it? It's the sheer arrogance of the man.

You don't seem very concerned by any of
this.

I'm sorry, I've... I've got a lot of
things on my mind.

Caroline's father, Henry, he's come on a
visit.

Oh?

He's brought up the possibility of
taking her off life support.

Well, could you really consider doing
that?

I don't know.

If I did, my motives would be
questionable, even to myself.

But if I leave things as they are, you
and me could be in limbo for years,

We, you and I, cannot be a factor in
this, Gordon.

You must do what's right for her and for
your family as a whole.

Sorry to interrupt.

A patient of yours in reception, Dr
Weatherill. She's feeling very poorly.

Fountain. Oh, right. Thanks, Lydia. I'll
be around.

You must only do what you honestly feel
is right.

So, we were lucky with that mining
accident.

No fatalities, nothing too serious,
actually.

Ah, good.

Although there was one thing very
interesting.

This... X -minor.

Bone setter, they called him.

Amazing.

He popped this slip disc back into place
just like that.

Yes, well, a lot of the pit villages
have bone setters.

Some of them are very talented, very
skilled, but none of them are qualified.

And that's important, Jeff.

We have a code of conduct which prevents
us from even considering using their

skills. It's ridiculous, isn't it?

Surely our job is to help our patients
in any way possible.

We shouldn't have closed doors because
of codes of conduct.

Well, I don't make the rules, Jeff.

All I know is that if we break them, we
break them at our peril.

If any of us use an unqualified bone
setter on any of our patients, we'd risk

being struck off.

And that's a fact.

Your temperature's a little high.

Weeks now.

This cough just won't go away.

I get all hot and sweaty and then the
shivers start.

I'm shattered.

I can't do my housework now.

Well, I'd like to admit to you for a few
days, just run a couple of tests, if we

can pin down what's been causing this.
Can you come into hospital?

I suppose so.

My husband George will have to look
after himself and I and Jimmy, but I

get this sorted.

I'm not my son.

Really, I'm not.

Any exciting plans for this evening?

Exciting plans?

This place?

There are all the pavements up at 9 .30
here.

And the capital, an old bogey phone was
coming to see me.

Did me up, so dinner's down the drain.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Actually, you've got a secret admirer in
the hospital that wants to show you a

good time.

Well, Dr.

Goodwin. Why, what's he said? No, not
Dr. Goodwin. This chap's not a doctor.

But... If you fancy two tickets for the
cinema and a bag of chips, here's your

man.

Must make it a long day for you, Ken.

Oh, aye. I only do the odd evening.
Still, got to help family, haven't you?

Indeed. Family's very important.

I gather Caroline's your only daughter.

Only child, in fact.

My wife had problems during her birth.
We couldn't have any more.

Oh, shame.

We were very grateful for the one we did
have.

I lost my wife just over a year ago.

Then this terrible thing with Caroline.

I suppose Gordon and the grandchildren
are my only family now.

Well, the children you've got to feel
for, isn't it? Losing the mother so

Temporarily, I mean.

She'll pull through this all right.

Well, they can work wonders these days,
can't they? Hospitals.

Thank you, Ken, but I fear you may have
been right the first time.

Tom! Katie!

Time to go.

Let's go to the shops and buy something
for your mum.

We've bought her lots of things already,
Grandad.

But she never sees them, because she's
always at play.

I feel like Henry's... ..trying to force
a decision out of me.

Driving up from Bournemouth, month after
month, to see the daughter he loves

just lying there, never staring.

It is, let's face it, bereavement in all
but name.

There's love enough in this place to
embrace your children, your husband.

If you're to leave earthly things
behind, rest assured, they'll be in good

hands. I'll see to that.

Sorry. Don't mind me, Mr Appleton.

The kids would like her to have this.

Ah, great. The children are here.

No, we didn't want to take them out of
school for the whole day.

Wonderful kids.

Coping really well.

That'll be their dad's influence.

Yes.

Such a capable man.

But he needs help, too.

He needs our love and support.

Don't worry, I'll be there when...

Whenever he needs me.

Sounds like you don't expect her to
recover.

That's God's will, not mine.

Leaving God aside, as a nurse, how do
you rate her chances?

It's a mistake to think of death as an
ending.

Life can't end.

It can only move from one form to
another.

Sister, is there any prospect of her
regaining a normal, mortal existence?

Dr. Omrod hopes and believes so. And
you?

I'm only a nurse, Mr Appleton.

All we can do is have faith.

I'm worried about Jimmy.

I've never had to leave him before.

Can he visit?

How old is he?

He's six.

Of course we can.

We've fixed ours, but for young ones
missing their mummy, we can stretch

a wee bit.

All right?

The

answer's

yes.

Sorry?

You're the only Alan working here,
aren't you?

Yeah. I love movies.

I've chosen one for tonight. Small art
cinema.

You got a car?

My brother has. I can borrow it.

It starts at 7 .30. Pick me up at 6 .45.
We can go for drinks first.

I drink gin and tonic.

Large ones.

Lime. Not lemon.

Single cube of ice.

Seven little girls, sitting in the back
seat, hugging and kissing with breath.

It's me brother, he keeps ferrets. But
I've given it a good clean.

You think so?

One, two, three. Keep your mind on your
drive and keep your hands on the wheel.

And keep your drooping eyes on...

Gordon, too emotionally involved.

Dr. Woolbridge, the consultant, isn't
due to see her for a fortnight.

All I want is a straight clinical
opinion.

I see that.

Look, I happen to know our visiting
surgeon, Mr. Rose, is a close friend of

Woolbridge. I bet they've discussed your
daughter's case.

Now, I could try and wangle an answer
out of him.

The thing about Rose is he speaks his
mind. Ex -army, you see. Calls us

bloody juggle.

Ex -army, is he? So am I.

Perhaps it would be better if I had a
word with him.

All squared down the 18th.

Old Doc Garside hits a good iron onto
the green. 12 yards from the pin.

birdie chance.

Bill Johnson slices one into the water.
He's a gone man. Bearded bloke plops in

a bunker. Finito.

Down to me, then.

Take a nine iron.

Nice, gentle swing.

It's a beauty.

Pitches onto the green.

Sweet little hop forward. She rolls and
rolls. Crowd round the clubhouse

yelling, go in, go in, and...

Yes, in she goes.

It's an eagle three.

Eagle.

Fantastic. So does that mean you won,
then?

The captain's cup.

It's not a cup. It's a medal.

For goodness sake, they keep the cup at
the clubhouse. They give you a medal.

Yeah, well done. Great. Mr. Rose,
there's somebody I'd like you to meet,

Would value a word.

Major Rose, Colonel Appleton.

Colonel, what you're asking is out of
bounds, Colonel.

I'm aware of your daughter's case, but
she's not my patient.

This is entirely off the record.

Yes, I'm aware of that, sir, but it
wouldn't be right for me to give an

I'm only asking for an honest assessment
of her chances.

I need it.

Please.

Entirely off the record, then, sir.

All indications are that your daughter
has no chance whatsoever of any

meaningful recovery.

How did it go? The pictures last night?

Brilliant. Like a dream.

She looked fab.

I was so proud of me local pub. All me
mates staring at her.

The film were a bit unusual.

It were all in French.

But I loved being with her in dark.

That perfume.

Then I bought some chips.

Drove her home.

It were brilliant.

I'm in heaven.

It was hell.

Absolute hell, I'm afraid.

He took me to this dreadful pub.

The concept of ice and drinks was way
beyond them.

I was full of leering Neanderthals
ogling me.

I don't know what he made of the film.

Did you let him?

I'm not sure he'd even heard of Francois
Truffaut.

Not sure I have either.

No?

Not everyone's tap to tail, I suppose.

Then we had some greasy chips and he
drove me home in a car smelling of

Can you imagine?

You won't be doing it again?

I don't know.

Quite sweet.

He insisted on paying for everything.

It's a nice little cinema.

Has a few foreign films.

If I train him up... Even with the new

painkillers, I can hardly sleep.

Well, I can't prescribe you anything
stronger.

I've written back to the specialist.
Let's just hope that we get another

appointment sooner.

Look... I would like to be able to offer
you another alternative.

But there isn't one.

I'm sorry.

For the love of... Ah, Jimmy!

What's going on? Hello, sister.

This is Jimmy.

I thought he was your child.

He'll have to go.

Oh, don't be a spoilsport. Have you
frightened the place up? What do you

girls?

Anyway, I don't think there's a specific
hospital rule against parrots, Esther.

I want us out of here.

My husband can't look after him
properly.

Are Jimmy Pines for me when I'm not
here?

There must be somewhere he can stay
here.

The NHS don't provide aviaries for
visiting parrots, I'm afraid.

If we're parted, it'll not help my
condition.

I'm not a well woman.

Me grandad used to keep budgies and
that, gun prizes.

Really? How interesting.

No, I know how to look after him, Ken.

Why don't we take him down to our
office, keep him there?

Mickey's watcher here can pop down and
see him on quiet.

Actually, that's a cracking idea, cos I
don't think Major would be too happy to

see him up here anyway. Right, get
something to cover the cage up and we'll

him down. Thank you, I'm ever so
grateful.

I'll be down to see you soon, huh,
Jimmy?

Yes, Jimmy.

Hello, Nobby.

Can I come in?

I've no stronger than tea, lad.

It's just brewed.

Oh, great. And parched.

You know, I was really impressed with
what you did the other day.

How long you been a burn fitter?

I've no qualifications at all, if that's
what you're fishing for.

No, I'm genuinely interested.

When accidents happen down the pit, if
you're a long way from help, I was a

young miner.

The chap dislocated his shoulder.

Timber fell, caught him heavily.

I eased it back in, he carried on,
worked out his shift.

It's amazing.

And you just took it from there?

Aye!

Look, let's not beat about bush, lad.

Me and proper doctors don't usually have
out to do with each other.

So what do you want?

Nice easy swing and... Up she flies.

What have you got there?

Oh, we've done a stock check, Matron.
Well, it's an old item, surplus to

requirements.

Why is it covered with a hospital
blanket?

Hygiene, Matron. Well, we didn't want to
get dust all over the place.

Where's our Jimmy?

That were you, though, weren't it, Alan?

Yeah. Where's our Jimmy?

See, mimics birds.

Well, his grandfather kept budgerigars.

Won prizes.

Anyway, Major, I had an eagle.

Did you?

Oh, well.

Better than butchery guards, I suppose.

I don't like to see my patients in pain.

You may have to wait some time to see
the specialist.

I'm sorry to hear it, but I only deal
with minors.

I don't have any patients myself.

They're just my maids.

I know that.

But I really believe you could help my
book.

Doctors usually turn their noses up at
us a lot.

I know, and it's crazy.

If you have the skills to help ease
suffering, then we should employ those

skills. If all goes wrong, we could both
be in trouble. You could lose your job.

So I believe.

Are you prepared to risk that?

I would rather think on the positive
side.

Now, I know you're reluctant, but I'd
like you to try.

I've always trusted my instinct about
people.

All right. I'm game if you are.

Good.

Good.

Now what I have to do is persuade the
patient.

You want me to go and see an ex -coal
miner in his council house and let him

fiddle about with my back? It's not like
that. He's helped people successfully

for years. And I need a qualified
doctor, a proper specialist to put this

not some backstreet quack.

All right.

Well, it's up to you.

You're back.

Your pain? I just thought you might like
to consider an imaginative alternative.

A bone center?

I'm surprised the medical authorities
allow it.

Yes, well, they don't.

If we were to do this, it would have to
be hush -hush.

I don't like to see patients in
distress, Mr Edwards.

I believe this man could help you.

But as I say, it is your back.

Your pain.

Shivering me timbers, me hearties.

Captain Flint.

This is I, Cutler Topkirk, the terror of
the high seas.

Stop messing about.

Put him back.

Oh, he's all right.

Here you go.

Hey,

I've always wanted to do that, me.

There you are, Jimmy.

Anyway, Ken, what do you reckon to this
Nurse Beaumont, you know, Samantha?

What, to look at or to talk to?

Oh, you know what I mean.

It was a great night out.

I think she's wonderful.

Well, you certainly seem to look up to
her.

Mind you, you'd have to, wouldn't you?

I mean, she must be six inches taller
than you and her stocking feet. Oh, give

of her. I'm furious about her.

Yes, I know you are, Alan, and that's
the problem.

You see, I don't think she's for you.

You see, a girl like her, she's more
suited to... Jimmy! You are?

Jimmy's got out the kids!

Where's he gone, then?

You never locked the cage properly. You
shouldn't have taken him out in the

first place.

I explained you wouldn't allow it,
Matron. Mrs. Fountain had the parrot

away.

Good. It wouldn't have been no trouble
without Jimmy.

Jimmy?

Parrot's name, Matron.

He says it himself.

Where's our Jimmy?

Does he indeed?

Thank you, Mrs. Fountain.

She seems to be making a good recovery
anyway.

Of course she is. I did a first -rate
job.

So, Mrs Franton, how are you feeling?

About the same.

What's the matter with this one?

Mr Rose.

Well, Doctor, I've had a temperature now
for going on three weeks.

Got this niggly cough and a ache all
over.

Any vomiting or diarrhoea?

Not to speak on, no, but... ..my bowels
aren't what they should be.

Mr. Rose, could I have a word with you,
please?

Mrs.

Fenton is my patient.

I'm awaiting test results, okay?

Merely trying to help. That's very kind
of you, but I believe I can manage.

Thanks.

That cage looks very empty to me.

If I might coin a phrase.

Where's our Jimmy?

Well, he... Hey, I've got this for my
uncles.

Oh, hello, Matron.

If I were Sherlock Holmes, I might
deduce that an empty cage plus a man

fishing nets could indicate the
likelihood of an escaped parrot.

I want him caught, back in his cage and
out of my hospital.

Now.

Yes, Matron, right away. We'll...

Did you see that?

What? A member of the genus Setarchus.

What?

Parrot.

Just flew up there. Didn't you see it?

No.

No.

I'll never forget your wedding day.

Walking down the aisle with her on my
arm.

Who giveth this woman?

It's hard to give things up sometimes.

From that day on, she was no longer ours
alone.

In law, you were her next of kin.

We'd seen her grow from a baby to a
toddler, a child, a young woman.

It was time to let go.

But happily.

My God, we did it happily.

You've been a wonderful son -in -law.

But just as we had to let her go...

Perhaps it's time that you did too.

Henry. She hasn't got a prayer, Gordon.

It's over.

As a doctor, you know that.

No one ever knows anything for certain.

It's unfair to prolong it.

Unfair to the children. Unfair to me.

Ultimately, unfair to you.

I'm asking as her dad.

End this now.

Let my daughter rest in peace.

Please, I can't bear it much longer.

Just let her go.

Henry.

I'll think about it, I promise.

I'll give you an answer in the morning.

How can I tell you that I love you?

I love you.

But I can't think of right words to say.

I long to tell you that I'm always
thinking of you.

I'm always thinking of you. But my words
just blow away.

always ends up to one thing, honey, and
I can't think of right words to say.

Wherever

I

am, girl, I'm always walking with you.

I'm always walking with you.

But I look and you're not there.

And whoever I'm with, I'm always, always
talking to you.

I'm always talking to you.

And I'm sad that you can't hear.

Sad that you can't.

It always ends up to one.

And honey, when I look and you're not
there.

How can I tell you that I love you?

I love you, but I can't think of right
words to say.

I long to tell you that I'm always
thinking of you.

I'm always thinking of you.

It always ends up to one thing, honey. I
can't think of right words to say.

Oh, oh.

Morning. Morning, Nobby.

This is Brian Edwards, the chap I told
you about.

You'd better come in.

Henry. I thought you might appreciate a
hand getting the children ready for

school today.

Right. Of course.

Thanks.

Then we must talk.

Yes.

Grandad!

Grandad! Grandad!

Hello, Grandad.

Hi.

You're a bit hard to whack, aren't you,
mate?

Hey, I can feel the problem.

Just here.

Relax, mate.

Relax.

Yeah, come with me.

Just come with me.

Let's try and pop this back into...

Give that a moment or two. You have
swelling in that to go down, but I think

that'll see you right.

That feels better already.

Come on, you two.

Blazers, satchels, and off we go. All
right?

Hold the rod.

Yes, Lizzie.

Look, I'm just taking the children to
school.

Well, how much pain is he in?

I can take the children if you like.

Would you mind, Henry?

I've got a patient who needs an urgent
visit. Of course I will.

Come along, you pair.

OK, Lizzie. Tell him I'm on my way.

Great. Grandad's taking us to school.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, Dad. Bye. Bye -bye.

Bye -bye, Dad.

Henry.

I'll see you at the hospital.

Yes.

Alan obviously fancies you, you know.

Do you really think so?

And as you obviously don't fancy him,
perhaps it'd be kinder to leave it at

that, rather than using him as a cheap
way to see films he hates.

Morning, lady.

Excuse me whilst I, er, empty you in.

I did enjoy the other night, Alan.

Really? Great.

So did I.

Perhaps we could, er, do it again.

It's very sweet of you.

You were very polite, but I do realise
foreign films like that aren't for

everyone. No, no, I loved it.

In fact, I went to the library and got a
book about the director.

There's another of his films on next
week, Led Quarter Summit.

Le Catre Sans Coup?

Brilliant. I wondered if you fancied it.

Are you sure, Alan?

Absolutely.

I'll go and find out times.

Good morning, Mrs Omarad.

Not so bad a day out there.

Well, how are we today?

Come in.

Can I have a word, mate?

Dr Wetherill, the very man. Give him a
spare moment.

Mr. Rose, I didn't think you were with
us today.

No, no, no, I'm off to a regional
conference in Harrogate. I popped in on

way. I've been thinking about that woman
you admitted for tests.

I'm perfectly capable of looking after
my own patients. Thank you very much.

Psittacosis.

What?

Psittacosis. It's a virus that can be
transmitted to humans by birds,

parrots.

Ah.

Oh, well, I hate to say this, and I... I
do mean I really hated to say this,

but... I think you might be right.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Always willing to lend a hand to the
fairer sex.

Bye -bye.

Shall we talk inside?

You've reached a decision.

Yes.

Yes, I have.

I need you to know this, Henry, that,
um... I've thought about this more

than... more deeply than anything in my
entire life.

As you know, I'm not an overly religious
man, but... I've even tried to pray.

I've decided that... I'm sorry, Doctor.

Please, could you excuse us for just one
moment, Major?

Gordon, this is important.

What?

What happened?

Mr. Bridget found her like this this
morning.

I asked Dr Weatherall to look at her.

I hadn't got it correct.

She only died an hour or so earlier, I'd
say.

Sometimes after a long battle, the body
just gives up.

It's as though she knew.

God bless her.

We'll leave you for a while.

Ironic, eh?

You never did get to tell me your
decision.

Well, it really doesn't matter now.

But if it would help you to know,
Henry... No.

You're right.

Well, have a safe journey.

I'll be thinking of you.

You're a good man.

Thanks for everything, Ken.

I suppose some man must be a relief for
him.

He got what he wanted.

Though he's still laughing on earth, any
parent would wish for.

I'm so, so sorry.