All language subtitles for The Royal s03e10 Holding on Tight.eng

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.

Don't somebody tell me what I've done
wrong.

i must see the time baby take the time

work only

You wish you'd... Are you all right?

You look terrible.

I think... I don't feel very well.

The others were still at it when I left.

Couldn't stand the pace.

No, I had to come to work, didn't I?

They'd all got day off.

Reckon they were going to carry on all
night.

I remember my day'd stagnate.

Well, at least I stayed up in the next
day.

He slept in a bush, lost his shoes, and
his pockets were full of chips.

I swear I could still smell salt and
vinegar at the altar.

Who's getting married, anyway?

Len Hebbett.

Easy.

Surprised at that.

With a bit of a free spirit.

What's that?

Free spirits? Never mind a large one. I
am never drinking again, ever.

You've owned one on you, by the looks of
it. I hope you're fit for work today.

I'm ready for you, Nurse Beaumont.

Outies. Hey, it's only my dedication to
duty what stopped me getting well and

truly sozzled. The lads were dancing on
tables in Cock and Sparrow.

Uncle Harry's place?

Well, they're probably still there
knowing him. Sounds like Harry. Well,

then. Let's have you.

Sunny.

Well, yesterday my life still would
rain.

Wrong again.

It can't be.

I've tried every combination there is.

Excuse me.

Two minutes. syringe, hypodermic
needles, gauple, tooth and non -tooth

dissecting forceps, stitch holder stitch
scissors, artery

forceps, blunt hook, aneurysm needle,
tube of cat gut, black silk.

It's incumbent on me to make sure that
standards are maintained, and maintain

them I will.

Look and learn.

We'll come back to it. First we can get
you straight onto the bed.

I know. This one's Lee Campbell.

Eddie, what on earth have you been up
to?

I don't know.

Oh, I do.

I've been on the drink and right binge
too, I guess. I can say that again.

We'll take some blood to put my glucose
drip. Oxygen, please, straight away.

Lee? Can you hear me?

Lee?

You'd better be in trouble cure.

Hello. Hello.

Ada Hubble.

One last time I looked.

Who were you?

Dr. Omrod. I believe you used to be one
of Dr. Alway's patients.

Did I?

Oh, well, if you say so.

I've not seen a doctor for a while. Yes,
well, so our records would show.

We did send you a letter.

Several letters, actually, suggesting
that you come in for a check -up.

Well, I don't get out too often.

Besides, there's nothing wrong with me.

Still, you'll come in for a cuppa, now
you hear?

Though I'll leave the ways of making my
peace.

I was with you last night. That's right.

I said there was a few good -looking
nurses.

You weren't wrong.

I'd say that as a compliment if you
weren't so drunk.

Well, you know, it was a stag night. We
had a few. It's traditional.

A few?

Were you locked in a brewery?

That's an idea for next time. Thank you,
nurse.

There's none.

Nursing, none. Whatever, whatever you
are. I can see you're the brain for the

outfit. Don't tell me. You're the best
man.

That's me.

That's around your night to remember,
isn't it?

You did that all right.

Elizabeth, hi.

We don't get much in the way of company.

Old Bernie Grantham brings me up a few
bits and pieces when he's working in the

left field.

We do all right for ourselves, don't we,
Ellie?

Taste it.

Almond. Took in.

I'm fine, thanks.

Go on, they're good for you.

All right.

Mm.

Ada, when was the last time you went
out? In town, for instance.

Let me think how it must be.

46 years, give or take.

That's quite some time.

I'm a bit of a home bird.

Yes.

Yes, I can see that.

And, um... Well, how are you, health
-wise?

I can't grumble.

I couldn't help notice that you, um...
have a limp.

That's only to be expected. I'm getting
on a bit, you know.

I couldn't cope.

I don't suppose it'll be for much longer
anyway.

What happened?

Your friend has got a bit carried away.

That's putting it mildly.

These two aren't so bad.

Get them shifted on to the ward, Sue.

Here, drink this.

What is it?

Water. It'll do you a lot more good than
what you were on last night.

This isn't like them.

The matron's got it in for me.

I feel like such a fool.

Dr Goodwin might think I'm an idiot.

Oh, am I ready for my day off tomorrow?

You all right?

Not really.

You'll be fine. She wants to talk to Dr
Weatherall, just to check on her.

You'd better sit down. Thank you.

Good morning.

Sebastian! I didn't know you were back
in these parts.

Just passing through.

Well, I wouldn't expect anything else.
What have you been up to?

Oh, no, this and that.

I, uh... I had to come in.

What's up? Not ill, are you? No, no, no,
not me, no.

Those, uh, boys that were brought in,
Rod... No, Mods, they call themselves.

I raised the alarm.

Well, it's lucky you did.

Right skinful, by the sounds of things.
Yes.

Yes, but is that all it is? What do you
mean?

God knows I've known something as in my
time, Kenneth, but I am convinced

there's more inside than just booze.

Yes, it's, um... It's gangrene, all
right. That's what it is. I did

wonder. It really is.

It's very serious, Ada.

The condition is brought about by poor
circulation.

Unfortunately, at this stage, I'm afraid
you're going to have to lose the toe.

Have it removed.

Seems like a lot of foot to go to.

Well, it's quite a straightforward
operation.

You'll only be in hospital for a couple
of days.

Is that right?

It's marvellous what you lot can do
these days.

I think I'll give it a miss.

Ada, you really do need to have this
operation.

If you don't, the gangrene will spread.

If we do nothing, you could lose the
leg.

Your life, even.

Well, I'm heading that way anyway,
Doctor. I didn't think I'd live forever.

No.

Next time I leave this place, they'll be
carrying me out in me box.

You'll have another almond.

You've got to think about this, Ada.

You really have.

My mind's made up.

I'd like to see you getting through
those.

I can't manage to knock myself.

I can suck the sugar off, but that's my
limit.

Ellie's the same.

Okay, Dom.

How are you feeling? Where am I?

You're in the hospital.

Can you see me clearly?

Yeah, it's fuzzy.

Everything's fuzzy.

Something isn't right here.

I know. This one isn't responding too
well at all.

What were they drinking last night?

I might be able to help you, though.

I've just been talking to an expert.

Sebastian. He found them and he reckons
he's seen these symptoms before.

Associates of his. Not too fussy about
what they drink.

Meth, for instance.

Methyl alcohol poisoning.

That's what I was thinking.

Why would they have drunk something like
that?

I don't know.

They were drinking at my brother -in
-law's pub last night, but Harry

sell dodgy booze. He's not the type.

Are we talking moonshine here?

Okay, they need to stomach wash out as
soon as possible and prepare a 10 ml IV

injection of 8 .4 % sodium bicarbonate.

What about Len?

Well, who's Len?

He's the groom.

He's not here.

I thought he'd be sleeping it off
somewhere, but... Well, if this is

then we should go and look for him. If
he's drunk the same as his mates, then

need to find him.

We're not at the place of our armistice
patients.

Nobody's seen him since last night.
They're going to organise a search.

Good. Well, thanks for letting us know.

Doctor, what happened to you?

Don't ask.

Well, they said you had a full heart.
Need any help?

They've had a stomach wash out and an IV
injection of sodium bicarbonate. What

about whiskey?

Good idea. I'll get on to it. Whiskey?

For you or for them?

Well, as much as I'm tempted, it's for
them.

One pub measure every hour.

Fine. I think we've had enough for one
day, don't you?

It impairs the metabolism of methanol to
formic acid.

Toxic formic acid. That's the stuff
that's doing the damage.

Yes, well, you seem to have everything
under control.

But do you mind if I just slip off? I
need to chase something out. No, feel

free. OK.

Doctor?

I'd like to put you on the spot, but
this formic acid, what does it do?

Friends of yours, are they? Yeah, that's
right.

Well, the main problem is that it can't
be broken down by the body.

It attacks the optic nerves and causes
blindness, amongst other things.

What other things?

Well, it upsets the acid -base balance,
causing metabolic acidosis, which I'm

afraid can be fatal.

But that all depends on how much the
individual's drunk and how quickly they

treatment.

OK.

Right, we'd better pay Harry a visit.

Find out about this booze once and for
all.

Are we taking him to van?

Yeah, why?

Well, the lad's scooters are still on
cliff top. I'd hate for him to get

on top of everything else.

Right, we'll pick him up on the way
back. Thanks.

I used to be able to dance all night,
but I haven't got the energy anymore.

My legs just give up.

That can't be right. I'm only 24.

Well, maybe you've been overdoing it.
How often do you practice?

Every evening, usually, but we've had
this last week off work, so we could do

bit more.

Brian thinks there's a few moves we need
to iron out.

It sounds like a lot of time and effort.

This competition must be very important
to you. It is.

If we get through this stage, we're into
the nationals.

Brian reckons we can go all the way.

He thinks we can even get on come
dancing if we pull the stops out. Does

Is that what you want?

Of course.

But we're not going to get very far with
me feeling like this.

No, OK.

Could you just give me your hand a
moment?

I want you to squeeze that as tightly as
you can until I tell you to stop, all

right?

Do you think something is wrong with me?

I'm not sure yet.

The toe's got to go.

There's just no two ways about it.

But are you sure she doesn't realise the
gravity of the situation?

At the end of the day, it's her
decision.

Only if she's mentally competent to make
that decision.

Exactly.

You don't think she is?

Go to her house.

See for yourself.

There's rubbish everywhere. You can
hardly move for piles of newspapers,

unopened... Diogenes syndrome.

It doesn't come within the Mental Health
Act, so it's not usually certifiable.

I doubt that I could section her just
because of that.

Lucy, she needs this op.

Now, I don't want to have to force her
to come in here, but...

She's going to be in big trouble unless
we do something.

OK, I'll take a look, but I'm not
promising anything.

Thank you.

Oh, and stay clear of the old room.

Sorry? I'll explain on the way there.
And if that doesn't convince you she's

barmy, nothing will.

That wasn't very good, was it?

I could feel my grip loosening.

Something's not right.

Well, it's hard to say at this point.
Sometimes you feel things are going to

wrong, and they do.

Is there anything else that you're
particularly anxious about at the

apart from your ballroom dancing?

No.

Tell me about Brian.

How'd you get on?

Oh, we're just dance partners. It's not
a romantic relationship.

Is that how you'd like it to stay?

Sorry, probably none of my business.

No, I... No, I do like him.

A lot.

I want to make him happy. That's why
this competition's so important.

Well, don't try too hard to make him
happy.

No man is worth making yourself ill
over.

You need to think about you at the
moment. You need to just pamper

Just take a while to relax. And if you
don't feel better in a few days, then do

come back and see me.

OK?

You amaze me, Nurse Beaumont. You really
do.

Did I get it right?

Oh, no. I'm simply amazed that you
managed to remember to put one foot in

of the other when you were walking.

Oop. Not quite there yet, then. Not
there, Doctor. I'm not convinced she's

even. But you will be.

You will get this right if it's the last
thing I do.

It's not fair.

I can't be good at everything.

What?

Come on, Harry. It's me you're talking
to. Remember that stuff you brought

last Christmas? You didn't get that from
the brewery? That were ages ago.

There's nothing wrong with my booze.
Alan's mates were itching to carry on

party after you left it here.

I thought you'd tell me you didn't flog
him something to help him on the way.

All right.

All right!

I did give him a bottle of something.

He gave it or sold it.

Come on, Ken.

I sold it.

I've got a business to run here.

Not for much longer if you've been
supplying dodgy booze.

There's nothing wrong with it.

It's a bit potent, I'll admit.

But it's not harmful.

What else can I do to prove it to you?

What are you doing?

Taking a sample of it.

Scientific analysis.

Come on, before he gets back. Thank you.
Bye -bye.

Oh, hello, Doctor.

Twice in one day, you are keen.

And you've brought a young lady with
you.

Oh, my.

You've been here a long time, then.

I was born here in this very room.

That's a nice outfit.

Is that what they're wearing these days?

Unless I've got it wrong.

Don't you fancy looking in the shop? The
town centre's not far, you know. I

don't need anything new. What I've got
will see me out.

You don't like throwing things away, do
you, Ada?

You never know when they might come in
handy.

And I've got a room.

Well, only just.

What are you planning on doing with all
the papers?

Reading them, of course.

I like to go back over them now and
then, in case I forget anything.

It must be hard to keep the place clean
with all this in here.

It's not good for your health, you know.
We get by, me and Ellie.

You're very independent, Ada.

Some might even say just a little
stubborn.

Now, I've told Dr Klein that you've
refused to come to the hospital for the

operation.

He tells tales, doesn't he?

Mind you, don't tell him your secret.

I won't.

Do you realise what it means if you
don't have this operation?

He says I could lose me leg, die.

Well, you don't want to die, do you?

No, but I don't suppose it's up to me.

All I can do is decide how to live me
life while I've got it.

And I'll not leave it, not for a toe,
not for a leg even.

I know what you're worried about, love,
but there's no need.

I know what I'm doing.

And I'm not mad.

That may be, but not mad. You tell him
that, will you?

Well.

Gretel, then.

Have another almond.

He likes these.

It's his lens.

It's pride and joy.

Look at that. He did it last week as a
surprise for Shirley.

She's meant to see it after the wedding.

Said he's going to ride off into the
sunset with her.

Well, that was the plan, wasn't it?

Where the hell is he?

Time for your top -up. Oh, do I have to,
my head? It hurts.

Yes, you do.

There you are.

What have you done? You stupid... Excuse
me. These men are sick.

Picking their head and all like.

I warned Len about having you as his
best man. Julia... You can't be trusted

space. You're bad news.

I'm warning you, if anything happens to
it... Come on, this isn't doing anyone

any good.

Gangrenous toe, you say?

Yes, that's right. And the stubborn old
duck is resisting your legendary charm.

Now, it seems simple enough to me.

If the mountain won't come to Mohammed,
Mohammed will come to the mountain.

What do you mean?

Perform the operation at her home.

Why not?

Aided health in a terrible state.

It's not the most sterile of
environments.

It's all something else.

But you've got to get the equipment up
there.

She lives miles from anywhere.

Nothing wrong with a stiff walk to start
the day.

Good idea if you came along, too. Could
be rather traumatic for the old bird.

Best to keep an eye on her. I'll
certainly come. I want to make sure

with the arrangement.

Jolly good.

We need to borrow a nurse for the
morning. I'll organise a couple of

Depart from here at 0900 hours.

Splendid. See you then.

Well, well, well.

What have we got here, then?

Well, the scooters, Mr Arthur.

I can see that.

What's that one doing in the van?

We're looking after them, a favour for
friends of Alan's. You know, the lads

that are in casualty.

That van is for the transportation of
goods and apparatus for the sole use of

this hospital. It's not a storage
facility.

Get them both off the hospital site.

Do I make myself clear?

Crystal.

What are we going to do?

Oh, we'll find some... Ah, just the bogs
I need.

Nice to be wanted, Mr Rose.

I've requisitioned your services for a
field operation tomorrow, leaving at

Sharp. Field operation? Will that be
military or surgical?

Bit of both, Ken.

Bit of both.

Oh, and bring a tent with you.

So, you slept on the beach last night?

Yes.

The night was warm.

I slept beneath an infinity of stars.

Song of the sea at my ear.

Where else would I want to be?

You don't change.

Nor do you.

I suppose... I suppose

it's... Too late for us to start
changing now.

Those boys were lucky you were there.

I only wish I could have seen where the
other went.

There is nothing more tragic than the
loss of a young life.

Sorry, I'm being pessimistic. I'm sure
he'll turn up.

I hope so.

But you're right.

There's nothing more tragic.

Help me.

Somebody, please. Help me.

So tell me what happened, Eddie.

What do you mean?

After you left the pub, I need to know
everything.

We went to the beach, lit a fire, cooked
some sausages.

And we'd already had a lot to drink, so
we didn't get round to drinking vodka

till, I don't know, nearly dawn.

Did you all drink from the same bottle?

No, I did like a sort of cocktail with
flag in a bit and just what gives a bit

of a lift.

But it wasn't my fault.

Harry gave us some dodgy, you know.

I sent the vodka for some tests.

There was nothing wrong with it.

That can't be right.

Well, it is right, Eddie.

There's only one conclusion.

You must have drank something else.

Look. Lee's already in a serious
condition. Len's yet to be found.

Are you sure there's nothing you want to
tell me?

Just told you everything I know.

Aye, aye.

Ah, Hock.

I've been doing some thinking.

It seems your brother -in -law's in the
clear. Dr Goodwin's had the results.

Well, that is something.

Apparently one possibility is that a
quantity of industrial alcohol might

been added to spice up a less potent
drink.

Admittedly, the perpetrator would have
to be a fairly reckless and dim -witted

individual. You'll understand I can't
rule out the possibility that the said

industrial alcohol might have originated
from these premises.

Are you implying that he's next, son?

Or that I might have helped him?

Hey, maybe we were in it together.

Your words, Hopker, not mine.

But perhaps I should check the stock.

Better safe than sorry.

It's locked.

Better safe than sorry. The key's in the
porter's room. Can you get it, then?

I'll be back in ten minutes with the
inventory.

Did he call me a dimwit? Don't worry,
son.

He's the dimwit.

Look lively, you men. We're off in five
minutes.

Very good, sir. I'll have the van round
the front. No need.

I've commandeered something more
suitable.

Five minutes.

Well, here we go.

Now, I'll go and get the tent out of the
van. You start wheeling these round.

And be discreet.

I can't think of anything else.

I even dreamt about it last night.

It's getting ridiculous.

Well, you've got it bad, that's for
sure.

What can I do?

Can you help me with it, Doctor?

Can you?

Oh, Samantha, it's only a trolley
setting.

Well, you can do it. You know you can.
But I've read this book about a hundred

times. Maybe if you could go through it
with me this morning, show me where I'm

going wrong.

Sure.

Except, aren't you going out with Mr
Roach? Oh. Yeah.

Oh, Alan, I know you're a busy man, but
dipping around hospital corridors on a

scooter is a bit extreme, isn't it? It's
not mine.

He was joking, Alan.

What are you up to?

Right, come on, before anyone sees us.

Too late.

You've been rumbled.

Do they really need all these mirrors?

Even I couldn't use this many.

There goes Harper.

Find a written ship here.

Yes, Mr. Rupert.

Homer, I need a doctor.

What happened? She collapsed when we
were practicing that door. And that's

she can't breathe.

She's going to pull over here.

Don't get any closer.

You think?

She's very drowsy.

She'll be in cyanosis. Keep the oxygen
coming.

What's going on? What's wrong with her?

Do something! She's dying!

She's not going to die, Brian. Look at
her!

Aaron, stay calm, Brian. You're
upsetting her.

Cyanosis is worse for me.

Right, she's unconscious. We need a
ventilator.

Nerve conduction's severely affected the
paralysis of the respiratory muscles.

I'm going to give some tensile.

Tell me what's going on, please.

I think Tina is suffering from
myasthenia gravis. It's a rare

Basically, it affects the signal from
the brain to the muscle.

The nerve should be sending a message to
the muscles to contract. In Tina's

case, the message isn't getting through
properly.

She's not moving.

She will now.

Right, sure, right. We can set it up
now.

We've got to go all the way up there.

Right, nothing.

We'll try doing it when there's a sniper
shooting you off every five minutes.

You'll be up there quick enough then,
eh?

Right, let's go.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

It's a miracle.

Well, don't expect too much. The problem
isn't resolved yet. Thought she was

gone.

All right, the paralysis is returning.
Keep it ventilated, please.

Why don't we leave the doctor to it,
Brian?

But I want to stay. It's for the best.
Come on.

I've found Glentec.

Ambulance will be here in five minutes.

Now, that is a beauty.

Really taken hold, hasn't it?

Likes his job, doesn't he? He does
rather.

Best I've seen in a while.

Well, you can keep it.

I've seen as you're so keen on it.

Mount it, if you like.

Come here, Eddie.

I'm going to have to watch you.

Right, team.

Action stations.

The mortars found him, spotted him at
the side of the road.

I don't think he would have got much
further.

Does his fiancée know he's here? She's
on her way.

in the follow -through. Easy when you
know how. I'll follow him through if

not careful.

Could do without him, Mr. Rose. It's not
that easy just the two of us, you know.

Of course I won't.

Dr. Klein.

What?

You think someone could take out the
slack here? Ken and his little helper

having a bit of a job of it.

Here's an idea.

Why don't you put that silly stick down
and give them a hand yourself?

Good idea. Point taken.

Not a stick, you know. It's a club.

Oh, really?

Very direct, isn't she?

Glenn! Sorry, Doctor, I couldn't stop
her.

Is he going to be all right?

It's a bit too early to say, I'm afraid.
If you could... Why don't we leave the

doctor to do it? He can come back later.

Is that all right?

Looks fine to me.

Ah, the patient.

Oh, you've made a good job of this.

Back on, shall we? I'm going to give you
three little jabs so you don't feel

anything during the operation, all
right?

Let me know if you're worried about
anything. I know this is rather an odd

situation. Nothing to worry about.
You're in good hands. The best.

Right. Thank you, Doctor.

I don't know about the bottle in this
coat, but he can't remember anything.

Plenty of workplaces stocked, that sort
of thing. Do you know what Len does for

a living?

Works in a wet fish shop, apparently.
Not a lot of call for industrial alcohol

there.

No. Um, how about Eddie?

It's a factory worker, I think.

Have you got your doubt about him?

To be honest, yeah.

He asks after his friends, but if you
ask me, he's more concerned about

Guilty conscience?

Could be.

Len?

You shouldn't have come.

Miss Bird, may I have a word, please?
How can you say that?

Just leave me alone, Shirley.

I'm no good for you.

Not anymore.

The wedding's off.

I don't understand.

I'm blind.

OK?

Now do you understand?

Rather a good job, if I say so myself.

Hark at him.

Is he always like this?

Great, though.

Superiority complex. A classic case.

When you've got it, flaunt it.

Poor soul.

He thinks we're interested.

I do, actually.

You've certainly been doing a lot of
gassing about me.

It's going to be all right.

But it's not all right.

Not.

It's the same Len you fell in love with,
Shirley.

It'll just take him a while to adjust,
that's all.

But you heard him.

The wedding's off.

How could you be so stupid?

Um, sorry.

We're getting Len ready for transfer.

I thought you might want his coat.

In case you were thinking of going with
him.

That's not length.

Try to keep your foot up for a couple of
days and, well, just don't walk unless

you really have to.

Well arranged for a district nurse to
pop by and change the dressing.

You've been very kind.

I can't thank you enough.

Just doing our job, Ada.

Enjoyed every minute of it. Make sure
you look after yourself. That's all the

thanks I need.

Well said.

Mind you, one of those almonds wouldn't
go amiss.

Oh.

Of course, love. You help yourself.

Thank you.

Actually, I... Not bad, eh?

I'm going to have Tina transferred to
the neurology department at Ashfordly

General. I thought she was going to die.

Is this going to keep happening to her?

Well, she will need to be on medication,
but once her condition's stabilised,

there's absolutely no reason why she
shouldn't live a perfectly normal life.

There will be other competitions.

When Tina's better, you can knock them
dead.

Yeah.

Sure.

She's in quite a state.

I don't think Len meant what he said
about the wedding being off.

He's in shock.

And Shirley's taken him at his word.

I wish there was something I could say
to her.

Those words are hard to find,
unfortunately.

Must all seem very bleak to her at the
moment.

Back again?

Ah!

I heard they found the young chap.

How's he doing?

Not too good.

He'll live, but unfortunately the
methanol has already damaged his optic

It's lost most of his sight.

Oh, what a terrible waste.

Terrible!

Well, maybe in time he'll come to
realize how lucky he is.

Lucky?

He's still alive.

Things could be a lot worse.

He'll still smell the roses, touch the
snow, hear children laughing, taste his

sweetheart's lips.

What he needs to remember is it's not
what he's lost that's important, but

he's still got.

I take it this is yours?

I've got a hunch Len took the wrong one
when he left the beach, am I wrong?

What's your point?

The bottle was in your pocket.

If I was a betting man, I'd say it came
from the factory where you work.

Well?

Time to come clean, Eddie.

I didn't mean any harm. I really didn't.

Tell me what happened.

I don't need to do so much special for
Len.

I saw that alcohol at work and I put it
in a punch that we made at Looch.

Try that moonshine we got from Cock and
Sparrow. I just didn't think it was

strong enough.

You didn't tell the others what you'd
done?

No. Well, your symptoms weren't as
severe.

You obviously didn't drink as much as
them. I was trying to be responsible.

I'm Len's best man. I was in charge.

I thought it'd be a laugh.

I never realised what I'd done when it
was too late.

You should have said something.

I know.

I just couldn't bring myself to admit.

Been such an idiot.

And then when he thought we were down to
that Porter's brother -in -law, well, I

wanted it to be his fault too.

We're talking to Shirley, are we?

She's a lovely girl, isn't she?

That's why I'm not going to marry her.

She deserves better than I can offer
now.

Maybe you should let her be the judge of
that.

Maybe so should you.

Len? Who's that?

It's me.

Alan.

All right, mate.

Never seen you at work before. Still
haven't, eh?

I'm sorry about what's happened.

I really am.

Yeah, well, there's nothing you could
have done.

No.

I picked your scooter up. It's safe.

Great.

I guess I might get a few quid for it.

Is Shirley here?

In fact, maybe you want to buy it. I
mean, I'd give you a good price.

I'll be back in a minute, Len.

It's not as if I'm going anywhere, is
it?

Shirley and Len, are they in love? I
mean, really in love?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, they really are.

I thought so.

Come on, we've got some work to do.

I mean, I think the best thing you can
do really is...

To let her know that you're there, I
mean, that would be the best time for

Sure. Sure.

Sure.

You really do mean a lot to her, you
know. I think, um... I think having you

around could, you know... Anyway.

Have you got a phone I could use?

Hello?

Men.

Something I said.

Sorry, I didn't mean you.

Glad to hear it.

Looks as if you've had a tough day.

Oh, it's nice.

Well, that's just a taster.

What you really need, Miss Weatherall,
is the full course of treatment.

I don't think so, do you?

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

to my place this evening. I work better
from home.

Actually, I'd better not.

Some sort of problem?

No, not as such.

Ah.

Sounds ominous.

It's just... We can't do whatever we
want

whenever we want, Gordon.

Can't we?

Not anymore, no.

We've got your children to think of.

And I don't want to take the place of
their mother, you know that.

But I just think that we ought to be
clear about what we're doing.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose so.

There.

Well, it looks as though it's finally
got through to you.

Mr. Rose is to be commended.

Hey, you forgot this.

You left it by the phone.

Your little black book.

You're arranging a replacement for the
competition.

How did you get on?

Sandy Tate.

I'm sorry, Tina. It's too good an
opportunity to miss.

Sandy.

She's good.

Lucky she's free at such short notice.

Still, I suppose it helps that you
didn't waste any time.

You ought to go.

I'll see you at the other end. Don't
bother.

I don't mind.

There's no need, really.

Not anymore.

Goodbye, Brian.

I'm warning you, all will be revealed.

Right, where are we?

We're at your scooter.

What?

Is this some kind of thick joke?

You know I can never ride again. I can't
even see the thing.

It doesn't matter.

Shall we?

You should have been here.

Oh, yes, I should.

What did you say to her?

It's the name, Fran.

I still want to marry you, Len Tebbit.

It could be a rough ride.

We can handle it.

I'll drive.

Just hold on tight.

Tighter the better.

Come here.

Mr Harper.

Stock take was an order, I take it?

Yes. Spot on, actually.

I thought it might be.

Your brother -in -law was here earlier.
He left a message.

He says you owe him for the moonshine he
had to chuck out because it was

harmless and you were the one who put
the police onto him.

It's a few quid he's after.

Well, money's not important, Mr Harper.

Now, love, that's important.

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