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I need someone in my life. I need a girl to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel 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.