All language subtitles for The Royal s03e05 Poison

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?

There's all you gums up front, do I?
Yeah, I was just watching the girls go

I thought they were heading over here.

It's Jazz Band. They're rehearsing all
hours of going to county final.

Well, surprised you're not out there
with them.

Well, I'm feeling a bit better, maybe.

So, what's the problem?

It's my chest, Doctor.

Are you familiar with the phrase,
physician, heal thyself?

Are you familiar with the phrase, don't
push your luck? I'm a bone setter, not a

doctor. Right. Well, let's have a look
then.

Matron's wardrobe starts in five minutes
and the notes are all over the

corridor. Get them sorted out. But,
sister... If there's anything I can

Just get into this bed and try to look
tidy.

We didn't notice anything odd going on
last night, did you, Joe? No, but you

know me, sister.

I sleep like a baby.

Oh, Alan, you shouldn't have.

No, no, sorry, this is Samantha.

Are you still seeing her?

Yeah. Took her to Flix again on Monday.

The seventh seal.

Have you seen it? Not really, my cup of
tea.

I thought it was going to be a wildlife
film about seals.

Do you think these are all right?

Well, there's always rather a lot of
flowers in the hospital.

Better get something else.

Here.

Thanks.

Well, it sounds like a touch of
bronchitis, nothing more than that.

I'll come back next week and have
another listen.

I'll give you a bottle for your chest.

Which means you won't be able to start
on this yet.

That's a shame.

That's the kind of medicine I like. It's
from Brian Edwards.

You know, you really worked the trick on
his back.

Maybe, but I don't think you should send
me any more of your patients. I don't

want you getting yourself into trouble.

Well, I'll risk it, if it's going to
help people.

Now, don't get all noble. You could lose
your job. And don't argue.

I've been on dough, you haven't.

Nobby, I need a doctor.

What's the problem?

One of the classes isn't bound. She's
not well at all.

We'd all eat coffee.

Right.

Hey, how did he know I was in?

Place didn't. How do you can't break
wind with our neighbours knowing?

This man is 57 and had a leg amputated
at Asfordly General.

I don't know what's going on, Matron. It
must be some sort of silly prank.

All the notes have been modelled up.

So I see. Perhaps they could just tell
me Mr Steeple's blood pressure.

My stethoscope's gone too.

Then there's very little point in me
conducting a ward round. I'll come back

later.

I'll come back later.

Shh. She's quite right. This should
never have happened.

The other patients are giving me a hard
time.

They say you spend more time with me
than them.

I do not.

I'm not complaining.

I mean...

If you weren't a nun, you'd be top of my
list for a Valentine card.

Behave yourself.

Mr. Steeples causing problems, is there?
Yes, Doctor.

She fancies me.

Ah.

I would advise you to watch your step,
Mr. Steeples, particularly two days

an appendectomy.

Perhaps you should know that it's a well
-known fact that Sister Bridget

actually fancies me.

Oh, the doctor's here now.

What's going on here then?

I keep being sick.

Well, we don't want that.

Have you got any pain in your tummy?

Yeah, and my head hurts. And I've got
sort of pins and needles.

And when did all this start?

When I was eating.

The bacon tasted funny.

Cathy and Julie said so too.

You cooked our breakfast.

Well, it's just my way of doing my bit
for the band.

But look, there's nothing wrong with
that bacon.

OK, but we can't take any chances.

Can you clear the tables and make sure
none of the other children eat any more?

What are you talking about?

Food poisoning.

There's a chance you've given it to the
lot of them.

Have you seen the health authority memo,
re -management, reorganisation?

No. Thanks for the warning. I'll do my
best to avoid it.

My job out currently there is being
eliminated.

Oh, that's a bit of a blur.

They are considering... What are they,
Mr Middleton? Ah, thank you.

They are considering setting up a larger
management unit here. And what will

that do?

What I do, but even more efficiently.

Of course, there will be a new post as
head of that.

And you will apply for that?

I may not be minded to...

Perhaps it's time I moved on.

Well, Douglas, you'll let me know when
you've reached a decision.

This isn't my fault.

You can't blame me. I'm not blaming
anyone.

But I'll have to call the public health
inspector to check your kitchen.

Now, if you want to do something, you
have to provide some people with cars so

can take them all to the room.

You think it's that bad?

Well, they're all quite young. I can't
take any chances.

Why am I not wasting your time?

And it's never felt so tired and run
down.

I will see what the blood test tells us.

I'll give you a call when I get the
results.

And I wanted to say again how sorry we
are about Caroline.

We're all going to miss her.

Thank you.

And we want you to come over.

Are you free for supper sometime?

Well, when were you thinking of?

Tonight.

Tonight?

Why not?

Happy to light it. Good.

Would it be possible for me to bring my
colleague, Jill Weatherall? Of course,

bring her if you want. Shall we say, um,
seven o 'clock?

I'll look forward to it.

There are eight girls with abdominal
pains, headaches, and pains.

Do you think it's food poisoning? Well,
they all ate the same thing. It's pretty

clear. And you should have seen the
safety kitchen in the cab.

Hey, if you're trying to blame me, you'd
better have some proof.

Well, it wasn't exactly clean, was it?

She's my daughter.

Do you think I want to poison her?

Well, it looks like you've managed to
one way or the other. This isn't helping

the patients.

Would you please wait in reception?

I'm not having him. Now, please.

Doctor?

Just fluids by mouth for now, Mitcham.
Yes, Doctor.

I'll see if I can get some more help.

Well, at least he doesn't want their
stomachs pumped.

Yes.

Come with me.

Frank and Briony Wellborn. They're, uh,
well, I suppose they're my oldest

friends in Elsinore.

I don't think it's a very good idea,
Gordon.

I said you were just a colleague from
work.

Yeah, but we're going there as a couple.

Well, is that a problem?

It is if it gets bad.

Well, it won't. I promise.

Okay.

Doctor. Oh, uh,

I need some help. Bit of an emergency.

Oh, well.

Bang goes our tea break.

Kenneth.

Kenneth Ofkirk.

Muriel.

Can you even recognise me?

Of course I did.

How are you? Me?

Never better.

That's why I'm in hospital.

No, I mean, sorry.

You're even more beautiful now than you
were when you were 16.

And you're as full of it as ever.

Come here.

Oh, hello,

sister. This is Muriel. We're old
friends.

Oh, I see.

I also see you've only brought up one
linen basket.

See you later.

During visiting hours.

Excuse me, sister.

About Muriel. Mrs Thorne.

What's wrong with her?

None of your business.

No, I just want to know, I mean, is it
out serious?

All I can say is, she won't be with us
for long.

Um, where are my patients?

Matron took them to the kitchen.

What for?

You said to give them fluids.

Remember that New Year's Eve party at
Emma Michael's?

The room with the coats in.

You're hardly likely to forget, Emma.

And later on, Emma Michael were handing
round glasses of that fancy French wine

he'd had off the docks.

No one had ever had wine before except
at communion.

And he was saying there's a first time
for everything.

You blush bright red.

Can we change that mattress, Simon Ken?

All done, sister.

Then there's no reason why you can't
have a look at that curtain rail in

No.

Come on, Alan.

Alan.

I nipped out for ten minutes.

I need to go to the shops.

All right, well, actually, you can go to
the market and get us a bunch of

grapes. What for?

Never mind what for. I'll pay you when
you get back.

I've heard that before.

I'll get my key for you. She doesn't
want too many people in there.

What's going on?

I gave them the fluids that you
suggested, but you didn't specify what,

thought orange squash might do the
trick.

What about the stomach pain and
sickness?

It appears to have stopped.

This does sometimes happen with a group
like this. There's a sort of chain

reaction of hysteria that's in.

They think they're ill because someone
tells them they are.

We could do with some more squash.

Well, I ought to check on them.

Well, Matron seems to have everything
under control.

I don't know, maybe we ought to leave
her to it.

Thank you, Doctor.

That's a case of mass hysteria.

They had food poisoning.

Tell you what, Jeff.

Maybe if you get yourself a nice glass
of orange squash and sit down calmly, it

might seem different.

I mean, Matron's not superhuman. She's
just been doing this longer than you

have.

Cheer up.

You'll know next time, won't you?

OK. I was wrong.

I didn't say anything.

But you might owe him an apology.

Mr.

Wilson.

I'm sorry.

It seems the girls don't have food
poisoning.

I told you.

But you really should clean up that
kitchen of yours.

Oh, I?

Well, maybe you ought to pay more
attention to how you do your job before

start telling me how to do mine.

And seeing as how my daughter doesn't
have to be in here, I'll take her home.

Here you go. Oh, the hospital's right
placed for these. They look terrible.

Where did you get them? You couldn't
place.

No, it's one and six.

Morning,

Ken. Ah, I'm in the middle of it.

I do wish you wouldn't do that.

It upsets the patients. That's how I
like them.

Do I get the standard 20 questions or
are you going to tell me?

You've heard who'll be applying for
Harper's job?

I have no idea.

Harper himself doesn't appear to be
interested.

That's because he doesn't stand a
snowball's chance in hell. Arnold Pitt

it. I'm afraid I'm not acquainted with
the gentleman.

Your stage is the more gracious.

In Cumberland, where he currently works,
they call him the undertaker.

He lays out, embalms and inters entire
hospitals.

Closed four in the last three years.

Don't say you haven't been warned.

I shall be on the lookout for him.

Do you know if anyone's lost a
stethoscope?

Well, it wouldn't be me.

No, I suppose not.

I just heard something.

I didn't mean to, but I did. You won't
believe it.

Well, go on, then.

I can't tell you.

Well, if it's about your dad and his
girlfriend, I know already.

But we daft.

Well, your mum's away, ain't she?

Yeah. Well, you know, when the cat's
away.

No, it's me mum that's away.

What girlfriend?

Who's checking your night?

What was it true about this undertaker,
Blotman?

The butcher of Cumberland.

He'll close this place in six months.

At first, he'll tighten your budgets
till your eyes water.

He's the Dr. Beeching of hospital
management with all the compassion of

Impaler and something of Attila the
Hun's attitude to overmanning.

So he's a friend of yours?

Don't be ridiculous. He's a manager.

We've got to do something about this
bloke who's after Harper's job.

Like what?

Well, make sure we keep Harper.

But you've been trying to get rid of him
ever since you got here.

Yeah, yeah, well, now I'm not.

I've got some more important things to
see to.

So I'm putting you in charge of making
sure that you find some way of keeping

Harper.

Oh!

I found it in reception.

Oh, nice. Did you get there?

Maybe when the doctors picked it up by
mistake.

Have you seen Dr. Omer off?

He and Dr. Wetherill went to have lunch.

Have you noticed?

They do that most days.

None of my business.

Nor yours.

No, you're right.

It's my business. I'm supposed to know
where they are.

Usually together.

Sister Bridget wouldn't tell me what was
wrong.

But she did say, you know.

And I think you're being very brave with
so little time to go.

Your husband hasn't been here to see
you.

No.

I'm on my own now.

Oh, sorry.

Well, it must be hard at a time like
this.

It's nice that you're here to help.

I'm the one that worries about you.

If you gotta make a fool of somebody, if
you gotta make a fool of someone,

dear, you really can hurt me.

I'm the one that worries about you.

Take care of the little blighter.

Who's that woman?

What woman?

The one you were sat there with, holding
hands.

That woman?

That's Muriel Thorne. We were childhood
sweethearts, me and Muriel. And that's

why the two of you were all lovey
-dovey?

Disgusting. Muriel's very ill, and she
hasn't got long.

She's got nobody else, and I was just
trying to make things a little bit

for her. You're a married man?

I know.

But your mum's in Whitley Bay. She
doesn't have to know.

Tad!

You know what?

I'm not going to speak another word for
you until you pull yourself together.

Lizzie.

You've been sent to Coventry.

Someone must have given the golf club
the other day. It's a wonderful brand.

Thank you.

It's Polo Pizzaiola.

I'm glad someone's enjoying it.

It's too fancy for me.

She's gone mad with all this Italian
stuff.

You used to like Italian stuff.

You and Gordon have got all this to look
forward to.

Not usually a problem at work.

I'm sorry. I thought it was... Well, not
really any rush and... Well, it isn't

really appropriate.

I'm sorry. I must have got hold of the
wrong end of the stick.

What she means is it's all my fault.

No.

Well, it always is, though, isn't it?

Branny? Where should I put this? On the
side there.

Do you like some help with pudding?

If you could help me carry through, we'd
plate up for you and Gordon.

Thanks.

Frank, what on earth are you doing?

What if your food tastes like... Please
don't be polite.

Mine tasted like burnt rubber.

I want you to have it analysed.

There's nothing wrong with the food. Not
yours. Mine.

Everything I've eaten for days.

I tell you, I think she's trying to
poison me.

Frank. No.

First my food starts tasting odd, and
then I get ill.

She's up to something.

Please.

Gordon.

I can't leave with your supper in a bag.

Give me your car keys. I'll put it in
the boot.

But will you come and see me in the
morning?

At the hospital.

Hey. You're working late.

So are you.

Yes, but I'm new and enthusiastic.

And I'm old and miserable.

Well, you're not old.

But you can be quite serious.

Well, I had a laugh today.

At me?

I don't know, but I think Matron enjoyed
herself just a little bit too much

taking me down a peg or two.

She does that to all the new doctors.

Yeah, well, I deserved it.

Hey, you don't fancy an orange squash,
do you?

Oh, I hate this stuff.

And I've got to get these finished.

Good night. Good night, Doctor.

A disastrous evening.

I'm sorry.

Bad idea.

Yeah.

that we're seeing one another, or we're
not, OK? But I cannot stand all this

lying and keeping secrets.

We can't tell everyone. No, of course we
can't, but is it ever really going to

change? I mean, there is no end of
reasons for keeping this secret, are

Jill, we've just got to give it time.

I don't know what Frank's doing, but
let's have coffee.

Husbands.

Who's watching your ward?

I want you back there in two minutes.

There's a man in my bed.

Mr Staples.

Had this sleepwalking ever happened
before?

Once, when I was staying in a youth
hostel.

I'm really sorry.

I think that we should talk later, see
if there's something we can do.

You can cure sleepwalking.

You never know.

I'll arrange an appointment for you.

A lot of odd things have happened since
he's been here.

He could have done that in his sleep.

I'd be grateful if he'd make this a
priority.

He's disrupting our routine and
upsetting other patients. I will.

Quite often sleepwalking is a symptom of
a more serious underlying condition.

We'll see.

Every little bit hurts Every night

I cry Every night I sigh Every night I
wonder why You treat

me cold Yet you won't let me go

Morning, Alan.

Did you go to another of them foreign
films last night?

No, Samantha wasn't free and I've just
found out why.

She's seen Mr Rose.

Mr Rose?

Why would she want to do that? He's old
enough to be a dad.

Oh, Alan.

Are you sure?

I saw him.

Here.

You can have this.

Hello, love.

Oi. Happy Jack.

I've got work to do.

Operation Harper.

And you really believe that Brighton is
trying to poison you?

I can taste something in my food, and
like I said last night, I feel terrible.

Yes, well, I'll get the food analysed.
In the meantime, I'd like you to see Dr

Klein, our psychiatrist.

You think I'm mad?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

But you still think I should go and see
the shrink, eh?

I expected more from you.

I'm doing the best that I can for you.
Why don't you just cut the nonsense and

have me committed?

Frank, will you listen?

There are three possibilities here.

One, that Brian really is trying to
poison you.

Two, that you have something physically
wrong with you.

And three, that it's all in your head.

And I have to explore all three
possibilities.

It's all or nothing at all.

It's up to you, I'm afraid.

We've come to move you to your new
office.

I don't need a new office.

Right, I'll leave you in Alan's capable
hands.

This is ridiculous.

I'll probably be leaving next month and
I'm quite happy where I am.

Why does nobody in this hospital ever
take a blind bit of notice of me?

I'm just obeying orders.

So, you've come into your banning group
this afternoon.

Well... I saw you put the poster up and
I'm none the wiser.

Is it at all like badminton?

It's a meeting.

We can sit down and discuss any
difficult cases or patients that we

at the moment. Like cases of mass
hysteria?

Hmm.

You're not going to let me forget about
that, are you?

Absolutely not.

Actually, that might not be a bad place
to start.

Well, I can't make it tonight, I'm
afraid. Sorry.

And, well, I'm going to have to see how
things are at home.

Well, I'll come along.

I think it's a great idea.

Where's this new office?

Next to reception.

It's much bigger, quieter too.

I have a meeting in Ashfordly. I expect
everything to be ready for me when I

return this afternoon.

Right you are, Mr Harper.

Oh, and no, Mr Harper.

I gave your car a clean.

Doctor said it may only be another
couple of days.

Well, you can't always be sure.

Could be less than that, even.

Ken.

Could you pass me my bag?

Remember this?

It was the happiest day of my life when
you proposed to me.

You should have it back.

No.

You keep it.

I don't think it fits anymore.

Look at that, it does.

Can't get it off now.

Well, you don't have to, do you?

You're saying what I think you are.

Oh, Ken!

What's wrong?

Tell me.

I know about you and Mr. Rose.

Please don't tell anyone.

Why shouldn't I?

Because I'm asking.

Were you with him last night?

Well, sometimes I stay at his house.

You what?

You haven't said anything to anyone
else, have you?

Only Lizzie.

Oh, great.

Now the whole hospital's going to know.

I've talked to Frank Wellborn.

I'd say he could be mildly paranoid and
possibly depressed, but he shows no sign

of mental illness.

Well,

he was convinced that his food had a
metallic taste.

I suppose I should send a sample to
Ashfordly for analysis.

Oh, sorry.

It's OK, we're finished.

I, um... I just wanted to ask about
Frank.

I've just seen him waiting in reception.

Yes, we were just talking about him.

What's the matter with him?

Well, to cut a long story short, he
thinks that, um...

He thinks that Bryony is trying to
poison him.

Oh, well, I wish he'd said something.

Last night, I saw her sprinkling some
white powder onto Frank's plate. Now, I

assumed it was sugar or something, but
she did try to hide it.

Well, that's because it probably was
sugar.

I mean, he hasn't keeled over it yet,
has he?

Maybe because he didn't eat any of it.

I saw what I saw.

Dad?

I thought you weren't speaking to me.

I'm not.

Since when were moles fatal?

You sure this is Muriel's phone?

She was having moles removed. I filed a
note.

Ken, let me go.

You're not the only one.

This can't have stopped Arthur leaving.

It's just gone wrong.

I took all the furniture out of his
office and I left it here.

Why did you do that? I still haven't
cleared out the new one and I had to

it somewhere.

So it just disappeared into thin air?
Oh, yeah.

I did want a load of old junk like that.

Come here, Sherlock.

Look at that horse manure.

Who usually takes out junk when we leave
it out here?

Oh, no. Oh, yes.

Congratulations.

What? I just saw Muriel and she showed
me the ring.

Lizzie, it's all been a big mistake. I
can explain. Yeah, you explain to her

there's already a missus up Kirk.

And if you haven't done it by tonight,
I'm phoning Mum.

Lizzie. And I'm sending you back to
Coventry.

You tell your mum Coventry won't be far
enough.

I can't believe he's been saying these
things about me. How dare he?

Well, I saw you put something on your
husband's food last night.

Happy.

It's a food supplement.

Extra vitamins and mineral.

Frank's been so run down, I had to try
something.

Well, I'm... I'm so sorry.

You can imagine how it looked. No.

No, I can't.

Can you tell Dr Ormore that I can't wait
any longer? I'm going home. Well, as he

said... Would you just give him that
message, please?

Well, like I said, I, um... I really am
very sorry. I shouldn't have come.

Hold on.

Don't go.

There's a thing or two you should know
about your friend, Gordon Ormrod.

Frank had an affair.

Gordon knew all about it.

Never said a word to me.

I can never understand that.

But it's obvious now.

He was doing exactly the same thing.

I mean, I assume he started seeing you
before Caroline died.

Hello?

I'll come as quick as I can.

I need a lift to the hospital.

It's Frank.

It's Frank and Bo, man. We're halfway
down Market Street.

Cost me ten bob and all.

Well, the money well spent if we stop
half of it from leaving.

Hey, you should be chuffed with it.

It's not bad in here to have got rid of
cockroaches, is it?

Poison seems to have done the trick.
What was that?

Nothing, Mr Harper.

Now, is there anything else we can get
you to make you feel more at home?

Since you ask, I wouldn't mind a cup of
tea.

Alan will sort that for you. What are
you waiting for, Alan? You heard what Mr

Harper said.

Thank you.

Milk, two sugared.

Right, well, we hope you'll be very
happy in your new office.

We wish you the best of luck with your
job application.

I told her, yeah?

All right, I'm on my way.

strong chance that you may have a brain
tumour.

That would explain the symptoms of
tiredness and lack of energy.

And, of course, the fit.

It would also explain why your food has
tasted peculiar.

A tumour can present an increased
disturbance of taste and smell.

Oh, God.

Is there anything you can do about it?

Well, I'll transfer you to Ashfordly,
Frank, and then...

If my diagnosis is correct, they'll
operate.

I'm sorry.

Let's not talk about it.

I need you, Bryony.

I'm here, aren't I?

Hello, Colin.

Oh, nothing.

Did you buy Simone for the wrong
present?

No, it's not that.

What is it?

She's seen someone else.

Not Dr Goodwin.

No, Mr Rose.

Don't be daft.

It doesn't matter.

This is what we call an abreaction
process.

The drip should help you to relax and
talk more easily.

Talking's not usually a problem for me.
I'm sure it isn't.

Now, are you worried about anything?

Anxious at all?

No.

I'm sorry about what happened last
night, but it was just sleepwalking.

isn't such a thing as just sleepwalking.

More often than not, there's a reason
for it.

You work on the seafront, is that right?

If I want a free game of crazy golf, I'm
your man. I might take you up on that.

Do you enjoy it?

It's OK.

Except when the balls get stuck in the
little windmill.

I looked at your notes.

You seem to have moved around quite a
lot.

Winchester, that was school, was it?

And then Cambridge.

Yeah. But you left after a year.

It didn't really work out.

There were other things I wanted to do.

How did your parents feel about that?

What do you think?

I'd guess they weren't happy.

No.

Do they know where you are?

Maybe. I don't know.

OK, I'm a bit old to be running away
from home, but you should see my home.

Have you got a moment?

I know it isn't any of my business, but
Alan's got this daft idea in his head

that you're seeing Mr Rose.

Well, he's going round telling people.

No, it came out by accident.

He's gone round like a wet weekend.

He's told Lizzie, too.

I thought you should set him straight
about it.

It's not just him that needs setting
straight.

It sounds like it's the entire hospital.

I suppose I'll just have to come clean.

My father's a solicitor.

For the last three generations, the
firm's been handed from father to son,

I'm not there to be handed down to.

And how do you feel about that?

OK.

I had my life all laid out before me,
like a railway line heading off over the

horizon, and I've come off the tracks.

That suits me.

But it's Dad's train set, and he isn't
very happy.

Are you?

I thought I wasn't until we started
this.

And now you're going to tell me I'm mad?
No.

You may be depressed, but we can do
something about that.

But first, I think you need to phone
your parents.

I can't do that. I suggest that you
won't get over this until you do.

What is it you're really running away
from, Joe?

Here, Mr Harper.

Milk and sugar there for you.

Thank you. Could you make sure this
catches the afternoon post, please?

Muriel, it's me.

I need to have a word with you. It's
been a bit of a mistake.

If you're looking for Mrs Thorne, she's
been discharged.

Oh.

This is for you.

She said something about arranging to
see you again.

Did you tell her?

Yes. There were a few tears.

Me too.

Well, you know, it's the first love and
all that.

Anyway, there's no need for your mum to
know about this.

She's going to have to.

Why? Because she's still telling her
pack of lies.

Muriel's going home.

I mean, if she wants to think that we're
engaged, where's the harm in that?

She even gave me her address, but I
don't have to get in touch with her.

Yes, you do.

She only just left. If you run, you'll
catch her.

Lizzie! I'm not talking to you.

There's a little truth in every lie you
tell me.

Muriel!

A little good...

Here you are.

Come on, I've got to tell you.

I'm married.

My wife's up at our caravan at Whitley
Bay.

I guessed.

My husband's working in Scunthorpe.

What? I should have said.

Had you worried, though, didn't I?

Not kidding.

What was all this about, then?

You broke my heart when you didn't come
back after the war.

It was hard.

You still could have told me.

When I saw you at the hospital, I
thought it's time for a little bit of

revenge.

But look on your face when you thought
you'd proposed to me.

I know.

So am I forgiven, then?

Come in.

I quite enjoy thinking yourself 17 again
for a couple of days.

Do you want to know something?

So did I.

You have a scar to be proud of, Mr.
Steeples.

In two days, you should be ready to go
home.

What on earth... No smoking on the
wards.

Samantha! It's a nasty, dirty habit, and
you should give it up.

Oops.

I hope that bedpan isn't full.

Sorry.

My favourite bent briar.

Beaumont? What on earth?

Uncle's such a pussycat.

Mr. Rhodes is your uncle?

Why? What did you think he was?

My boyfriend?

Hey.

Will you have a go at me for having
family on payroll?

How was Briony this morning?

She seemed pretty upset when I accused
her of trying to poison her husband, but

she'd actually been trying to help him.

And she lost her temper.

And she said out loud what everybody
else is going to be thinking. She wanted

know if... All of this started before
Caroline died, and it did, didn't it?

And I can't deny it.

And nothing's going to change that.

We knew that all along.

We haven't had to face other people
knowing about it.

Maybe I'm just being a coward, but I
really can't deal with that.

You know, it doesn't matter what other
people think.

This is about us. Gordon, if that were
really true, we wouldn't be having this

conversation, would we?

Look, we need to talk about this
properly.

This evening.

No, Gordon, I...

I can't do this anymore.

I'm so sorry.

Is Mr. Rose really your uncle?

Yeah. Mummy was a rose.

So why did you keep it a secret?

I didn't want everyone thinking he
pulled strings to get me a job here.

So he's just your uncle?

Brilliant.

How about a film tonight?

They've got bicycle thieves this week.

Oh, that's OK.

I'll get my brother's van again.

It won't bite you, you know.

I know.

You've been staring at it for the last
half an hour.

Dr Klein said I should phone my father.

She thought it might help.

And you don't?

She doesn't know my father.

What's the worst he can do?

Tell me how much I've let him down,
disgraced the family name, all that.

Do you know what I think?

For a father to have a son like you, he
can't be all that bad.

He might come round to seeing things
your way.

You don't know my father either.

Are you sure you do?

He could just surprise you.

That's about as likely as you taking up
crazy golf.

Well, you see... Now...

You never know.

I'll be staying for many a day.

I'm in love with you now.

I'm telling you now.

I'll say what you want to hear.

I'll be telling you for many a year.

I'm in love with you now.

Why exactly does Mr Harper need me in
your office?

Well, I had this brainwave and I thought
it would be a way to show that he was

appreciated here. Oh, indeed.

Well, someone's got to do that job and
better than devil you know and all that.

Anyway, I'm pleased to say it worked.
Thanks to your brainwave.

All we need now is for you to persuade
him to apply for his own job.

I think it'll sound better coming from
you.

Are you sure this thing will work? What
a dead cert.

What on earth?

Tea?

Tea?

That's not sugar, it's cockroach poison.

Get a doctor here as fast as you can.

Are you all right, my chap?

I didn't think you'd do it.

You never can tell with people, can you?

No, you can't.

I suppose that's what keeps me in a job.

How is he?

Lucky he wasn't a cockroach.

He'll be fine.

Well, that's great news.

We don't want to lose our Mr Harper.

Is there anything you need at all?

I'm sorry, Mr Harper's not up to having
visited.

He's quite poorly.

But we're going to make him better.

Because we couldn't do without you,
could we, Mr Harper?

No.

By the way, my uncle, Mr Rose, was
wondering whether you'd be applying for

job.

I do hope you will.

Well...

It doesn't look like anyone else is
coming.

Do you still want to go ahead?

I don't know.

Hardly seems worth it.

This isn't so much a group as a duet.

This is the right place for the doctor's
chinwag?

Yes. We were just wondering whether to
carry on.

Was there something you wanted to raise?

As a matter of fact, there was.

I was wondering whether Dr Goodman
recalled a patient of his, Mr Brian

presented with severe back pains.

Yes. What about him?

You referred him to my colleague,
Ballantyne.

Arguably the finest orthopaedic surgeon
in the north of England, correct?

Correct. Mr Edwards informed Valentine
that he no longer needed treatment

because you'd sent him to a quack.

A bone fitter, Nobby Jepson.

I thought he might be able to help,
Brian, and he did.

Nobby Jepson.

A name to come to with.

You can almost see the plaque on Harley
Street.

By appointment to the naive and
gullible.

Yes, well, you haven't met him. Nor do I
intend to.

I've managed to persuade Mr. Ballantyne
that since you are somewhat wet behind

the ears, he shouldn't report you to the
GMC on this occasion.

So you owe me a debt of gratitude for
that.

But I warn you now, if you ever send a
patient to Mr. Nobby Jepson again, I

not hesitate to report you myself.

It's completely unethical.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a
Fisher waiting for me in Ashfordly

It is incidentally...

in a fiction that bone -setters have
signally failed to get to grips with.

Good afternoon.

Shall we call it a day?

Probably a good idea.

How about a drink?

An even better idea.

I might be late.

Well, only Lucy and I turned up. We
thought we'd go to the pub instead.

Do you want to come?

Yeah, why not?

Lizzie, about phoning your mother.

As soon as I get home?

Well, you don't have to. It's all
sorted.

Look.

She even gave me the ring back.

See, the thing is, me and Muriel got
engaged during the war and then I was

away with the army. I was billeted with
your mother's family.

I fell for your mum and six months later
we were married.

I didn't tell Muriel.

And when I heard she'd moved, I thought
I could get away with it. You dumped

her. Because I loved your mum.

I know I should have told her, but I did
this time.

What are you going to do with the ring?

Will you do us a favour?

Saying out to your mum she might be
getting it for her next birthday.

Dad! I'm joking.

Fish and chips.

Mushroom peas.

Your treat.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

How are the children?

Well, they don't really understand, but
so far so good.

And you?

Well, pretty much the same, really.

This may sound odd, but I decided that
I'd wanted Caroline kept alive.

Just knowing that makes it slightly more
bearable.

Doesn't really make sense, does it?

It means you did everything you could
for her.

And so did you.

I never really thanked you.

Thank you.

Come on. God bless.

Anyway.