All language subtitles for The Royal s03e11 For Those In Peril

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?

Sunny.

Well, yesterday my life was filled with
rain.

Hey,

go! Hey.

Oh, the darkness.

My dreams.

Go.

Go!

It's even worse when it rains.

Sometimes I can't hardly even do the
milking.

And my hips are that sore.

Well, I can give you some butazoldin for
the pain, but try and stay out of the

cold and damp, yes? You've not been on a
phone very much, have you, Doctor?

No.

Er, you could just write us out Tula.

It would save me having to come down
here all the time.

Well, you come in every Thursday for the
market, don't you?

Yeah, but... It's John, Dr Goodwin.

He's in every bit as much pain as me,
but he's that pig -headed.

He'd sooner eat knives and seek help.

Arthritis? His knees, his hips and his
back. Well, I'm not sure prescribing

sight unseen is a particularly good
idea.

I tell you what, why don't I pop up and
see him?

Like you said, I've not been on the
phone very much.

I want you to find a phone and ring the
Royal.

Tell them to expect an emergency. Tell
them Mr. Hopkirk said. Now, go and run!

Right. All right, lad.

All right, that's it. Good lad, good
lad.

All right.

OK. All right, lad.

That's a good lad. That's a good lad.

Oh,

my...

Let's let them do it at the hospital.

Let's just get him out and get him in
the van.

You're going to be OK, mate. Come on,
let's get him there. Come on. It is

knowledge that your receptionist is no
better than she should be and is likely

giving out names of other trollops over
the switchboard.

What's this?

We've had an anonymous letter.

Oh, have we?

Look here, you read it.

Dr Wetherill tries to cover the smell of
alcohol with cheap scents.

But it does not work.

How your patient survived being treated
by an alcoholic and that wife murderer

Ormerod, I do not know.

I'm surprised you find it amusing.

No, Mr. Harper.

We find it beneath our contempt.

Well, there's no obvious swelling in the
joint, so I'd say it is rheumatism.

OK, I will double that prescription.

So how have you been otherwise?

Tired.

Tired?

You're exhausted, man.

Look at him, Doctor. He can't hardly sit
up straight. How long have you been

like this?

About 30 years off and on, since I took
on the farm.

That is not true.

30 years ago, you could pitch a hayrick,
you could down a gallon of ale at a

half a supper and still be up for early
morning milk and without breaking

stride. That's enough, Mary. I just...

What, to get him to retire, Doctor,
before this place kills him?

Look at him!

Talk to him!

Well, I can't offer that sort of advice.

What I can say, though, is that I can't
cure rheumatism and it won't cure

itself. Now, I can keep the pain down,
but quite frankly, your lifestyle

help it very much.

Si.

Perhaps you... No! Now, that's enough!

Morning, Sebastian.

Morning.

Lovely day for the race.

What race?

The human race, of course.

Ah.

Ah, now, darling, this bench.

This is benefactional.

So?

Take your life easy and stop all your
love and be happy my way.

Harry!

When tension starts melting and you've
lost count of the pain you've missed.

Just try hard and see why you're not
worrying me the last of my life. Well,

glad you've been the bomb.

Some more railings over the water to go
right through us, then. Okay. Oh. Hello,

Paul. I'm Dr. Ulmeroth.

Yes. You've got yourself a bit of a
pickle, haven't you?

Never mind.

We'll soon sort you out.

Is he going to be OK?

Of course he will.

Come on.

Ken.

Well done.

Freelancing into an ambulance driver
now, hot kick.

Well, that needs muster, Mr Harper.

Quiet.

Mr Rose is standing by.

Ah!

The flower of St Aidan's!

Blooms once more for my delight.

What on earth?

We just found her outside, Matron. She
looks ever so poorly.

Right, I'll take over.

Treatment room, please, Alan. And then
if you could find Dr Weatherall for me.

Excuse me.

I was just wondering, I suppose a cup of
tea would...

I'll see what I can do.

Ah.

Oh, thank God.

Surprised somebody didn't try to take it
out themselves.

I will go into, but that bloke said not.

I cannot go.

Obviously got more sense than I thought.

All the time it's in place, the railing
acts like a plug.

You try to move it and it bleeds like
bilio.

Right. Two pints of cross -match,
please. Right.

Double quick time, please, staff nurse.

Aren't you going to do anything?

Not yet, ma 'am.

She's quite toxic and dehydrated.

It's pretty nasty to the light of it,
I'd say.

What's her name?

She's very weak. I'd say she probably
hadn't eaten for a couple of days. And

she's been sleeping rough, too, by the
looks of it.

And the smell of it.

Can you tell us your name, dear?

I'd like her in the ward, please. Of
course.

I'd like her cleaned up first.

We're off.

The problem, ladies and gentlemen, is
that while the spike is embedded in the

muscle, it lies in close proximity to
the femoral artery. And what happens if

tear the femoral artery, Dr. Almagod?

He may bleed to death.

Precisely. So, let us proceed with a
glad heart and a peaceful mind.

Swab, please, nurse.

There.

That's better, isn't it?

Now, we'll just have a quick brush of
your hair, and you'll be quite the

prettiest girl.

on the ward.

No.

Oh, come on.

I don't want to keep it covered up in a
grubby old... Back in a sec.

Don't go away.

Matron.

I didn't do anything, honestly.

It just sort of... Well, it just came
away on my hand. Oh, no.

I'm terribly sorry, Matron. It's not
your fault.

Microsporum arduini, Nurse Beaumont.

Otherwise known as scalp ringworm.

Most contagious and most unwelcome in my
hospital.

Rub your hands the minute you've
finished with her.

It was a fabulous place, though.

Like how you imagined a farmhouse to be
when you were a kid.

What an old romantic you are.

Well, you know what I mean.

Tell me something.

Did the Briars look like they were
having a fabulous time?

Or did they look weary, depressed and
fed up with the whole thing?

Well... Yes, but they have both got
rheumatism. She's got arthritis.

Neither of them are getting any younger.

What are you trying to say?

Just that farming, especially here, it's
not the idyllic frolic through daisy

-filled meadows that some people think.

It's longer hours than we do, back
-breaking work in all weathers, low

Depression is rife among farmers.

And depression generates aches and
pains, especially in the back.

It's just a thought.

Steady as she goes.

Make a bit of a twist.

Right.

Ready for the bleed start, nurse.

Could have done with me at Rock's Drift.

You'd totally ruin that pair of kicks.
They were dry clean only then as well.

You'd be shut and out.

Dad. I'm sure he'd buy you a new pair if
he said.

Anyway, good news about boat trip,
innit? Yeah. You could do with it.

Dad!

What? He just missed Kevin Exum. He said
someone's running to his boat and

giving it a knock. So he's sorry, but
Saturday's off.

Are you kidding?

I was just starting to look forward to
that.

Oh, do you feel up to telling us your
name yet?

We can't keep calling you Miss What's
-her -name now, can we?

Do you live round here?

I need to fill in some records for you.

I need to let someone know you're...

How long have you been losing hair like
that?

Why don't we let you get some rest?

And we'll come back and see if you like
talking in the morning.

I'm sorry to trouble you this way. It's
OK. Let's get you on the bed.

He got up from the mountain and he just
keeled over.

I couldn't get him back to the house. I
just about managed to get him to the

car. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else
to do. That's OK. And when did this come

on?

I've no idea.

One minute he's right as rain.

Next thing I looked, he's down on the
floor and he's all shaking.

He's burning up.

He's not eating anything unusual?

Chicken, pie and potatoes.

Nothing what I haven't had as well.

No vomiting, no diarrhoea?

No. So it's unlikely to be food
poisoning.

What is it?

I'm not sure yet.

You'd run a temperature like this with
scarlet fever, but there's no rash.

Could be typhoid, I suppose.

Typhoid? My husband does not have
typhoid. I run a spot of typhoid. I'm

do, but I did notice a well pump in your
yard as I was leaving. Sometimes a

water supply came with contamination.
I've scrubbed down my dairy.

Twice a day for 30 years with water from
that well. And my cheese won a silver

medal at the county show this year.

And nobody else has got fever, have
they? I'm sure you're right.

but I'm going to take a blood sample
just to be on the safe side. My priority

now is to get this fever down.

It's got to be all right, hasn't it?

Good morning.

Good morning, Sebastian.

Back again?

Ah, well, I, er... I wanted to see
someone yesterday, but we're all

prefabricated, weren't we?

What? Well, very busy with the poor
little girl.

Oh, right.

So, what can we do for you today?

Well, I fear that I am turning into a
werewolf.

It makes talking a bit... Talking?
Walking.

It makes walking most difficult.

Right. And when did you last cut your
toenails?

I can't remember.

I was last down there, I suppose.

Can you help?

Don't worry.

I know someone who's a very good
remains.

Well, the fever's gone completely.

I feel as if I've gone ten rounds of
Cassius Clay, but apart from that... And

the aches and pains?

I'm used to that.

Well, I must confess, I made a bit of a
loss.

But I didn't like the look of that
fever, so I'm going to run some more

You've had half my blood already.

It's not just your blood. I want a test.

There.

And a bath every now and then would help
get the nails a bit softer.

Sebastian?

Sebastian?

My dear, how very relaxing.

Thank you so much.

Ooh, how pretty.

Well, the good news is the doctors say
it's not ringworm.

Some form of alopecia.

Probably alopecia areata.

She looks like she's been losing hair
for some time now. And the bad news?

We can't get a word out of her. Oh,
dear.

How old is she? Fifty? If that.

More like 13, I'd say.

Her parents must be worried sick about
her. Probably.

She may not have any parents.

She may have run away from her
children's home.

Either way, she's under 16.

I still have to inform the police.

Hold on.

Mr Rose, I just want to say thanks for
what you've done for Paul.

And while I'm sorry if I were a bit
sharp yesterday, I was just anxious.

You'd be a fool if you weren't.

Anyway, that's the chap you should be
thanking.

Good day. Thanks.

Oh. I didn't get a chance to properly
thank you for yesterday.

Don't know what we'd have done without
you. Well, no, no, no, it's all part of

the job.

If there's anything I can do, you know,
to show me gratitude.

Well, I did ruin a perfectly decent pair
of trousers. Oh, replace them. No. It

was without saying.

What I meant was some type of reward.

Oh, well, well.

No, no.

Not unless you've got a fishing boat we
could hire.

No, I don't, sorry. No, I thought not.

But I know someone who might have.

If that looks better, it can't be. Hi,
Floyd.

I told you so.

Yes, you did, but I'd still like to take
a sample of the water for analysis.

There is nothing wrong with the water on
my farm.

Bastion, how are you today?

Very much better than when I came home,
thank you.

Your angels have just given me a very
nice impediment.

And apart from a touch of the old
microscope on the chest, I have as many

God's blessings as I deserve.

And what's in the cup?

Tea. Not the cheap sherry, though.

Heaven forfend.

And the police can't help at all.

They've no reports of any missing young
girls.

They've checked boarding schools,
children's homes, other hospitals.

Then maybe she's not from around here.

Possibly.

Or perhaps it's just that no -one cares.

I'll keep trying.

We've gone through so much trouble to
all get Saturday off together.

Well, I'm sure the chat will help if we
possibly can.

Sebastian.

They're perfectly well, Mitch. We'll
have your guts to go out as soon as we

you napping.

Come on.

Wakey, wakey.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

Sebastian?

Okay, would you be so kind as to go and
fetch a trolley, please?

What's the matter?

Poor old chap's dead.

I'll call Matron. Oh, don't mind him, me
lass. You can't get up unless the

doctor says so.

What's going on here, then?

I shouldn't be here. Those cows need
milking and mucking silence to be cut.

It's OK, nice bone, then. Thank you.

Well, frankly, it doesn't look like
you'd make it to the end of the corridor

before you keel over.

I'm just tired. I'll be fine.

Come on, back into bed.

You're not going anywhere until we find
out what's wrong with you and start

doing something about it.

Is he being difficult?

Well, no. Not really. Now you relax and
do what you're told.

Now, I've done the milking and sent it
off.

I've milked the buyer and I've scrubbed
the parlour. They've been fed and

watered. And young Billy Hatsethage has
come in first thing tomorrow morning to

cut the lower ten. You must be
exhausted.

I wouldn't say no to a sit -down.

Here. Oh, sorry.

I'll leave you to it. Your test results
should be back later on, so I'll keep

you informed. Oh, that reminds me. Now,
before you go, I didn't mean to snap

earlier. It's very good of you to go to
all this trouble for us.

And so I've brought you a little sample
of my home farm never -deal,

by way of thanks.

A little sample?

Oh, God.

You're a gruelling lad.

I didn't see it.

I saw all the signs, but I didn't put
two and two together.

What signs?

The flaring of his speech, using
slightly the wrong words all the time.

I mean, he was an educated man. It
wasn't as if he didn't know the right

Are we talking about a stroke?

I think he probably had a series of
little strokes, leading finally up to

one that killed him.

And I thought he was just a bit tipsy.

Yes, well, we all do that, don't we?

It only exists for people with homes.

Vagrants just get drunk.

I'm not criticising you, staff.

We all make the same assumptions.

Any luck with the identification?

Not always, sir.

So, what are we going to do with him?
Well, we need to notify the coroner

Well, we just need to find out who he
was.

If there was any next of kin.

Until we've done that, he'll have to
stay here.

Hang on a sec.

What's this?

Do you think he nicked them from
someone?

No. No, I saw him chase an old woman
once with a threepenny bitch he dropped.

Well, if they were his, he certainly was
someone.

Looks perfectly all right to me.

But we'll need replacing soon.

Now, if we put it on our maintenance
budget now, we... Oh, sorry. And what is

that?

Home farm Netherdale cheese. Is it, by
Jove?

Would you like me to try some?

One of my patients.

That's beautiful.

Yes, that should be all right in a
couple of days. If we could get on, Mr.

Middlehitch. Yes, of course.

That is a hospital fridge, Doctor.

You still have a great deal to learn,
Dr. Goodwin.

One never puts a fine piece in a
refrigerator.

We recognise the war medal.

Yes, everybody got that one.

And we think that's the 3945.

Star? Uh -huh. Again, quite commonplace.

Ah.

Pacific star.

Africa star. These are campaign medals.

Atlantic star. That puts him in the
Navy.

What's the other one? This.

Good Lord above.

Don't you recognise it?

I do indeed.

But I've only ever seen it in
photographs.

Can I see it?

Handed with care, staff nurse.

That is the DSO, the Distinguished
Service Order.

Awarded to officers.

Officers? For, as you might imagine,
distinguished service.

Really? When the Victoria Cross wasn't
appropriate, and they didn't dish him

like aspirin.

As I say, handled with care.

Well, she's not eaten much, but she has
eaten.

And she has slept, which is all to the
good.

Now then, my dear, we'd like you to help
us if you can.

We've had a call from the police asking
us to look out for a missing girl about

your age called Sally Bain.

She's not in any trouble, but everyone's
very anxious that she's all right.

Now, I need to tell the police whether
or not Sally is safe in our ward.

Or whether they should keep searching.

Can you help us with that?

Sally.

I'll tell them you're safe.

What I want to know is...

What's so very bad about being Sally
Bane?

OK, well, thanks very much.

Yeah, OK, bye.

Well?

The lab says that if all drinking water
was as good as the home farm spring,

we'd all be a lot healthier and the
world would be a better place.

And the blood tests?

John Breyers has no typhoid, no malaria,
no scarlatina, no food poisoning, no

nothing. I don't want to say I told you
so, but... Do you really think it's

psychosomatic?

No, that's not what I said.

I said it looked like a classic case of
depression.

Well, could you go and see him and do a
psychiatric assessment?

Of course.

Thanks.

It could have waited till tomorrow.

No, it couldn't. Our daughter needs us
now.

You spent enough time fiddling with that
wretched car, you might as well put it

to some good use.

We could have caught the train.

Don't be ridiculous.

Here we are.

You're welcome.

Alice, darling, are you all right?

Do you know how much trouble you've
caused? Arnold, this is not the time.

What have you done to your hair?

Nothing. It just happened.

Of course it didn't just happen. Your
mother may be stupid enough to

Thank you, Arnold.

That is exactly the sort of attitude...
Stop it! Stop it!

Mr and Mrs Bain?

What's the matter with her? Why have you
cut off her hair?

Dr Weatherill would like to see you. If
you want to follow me.

All I ever wanted to do, really,
farming.

A lot of hard work, though.

Never hurt a body like me.

Out in the good, fresh air.

Every season has its reward, even
winter.

Do you ever feel perhaps a bit isolated
up there on the dale?

Aye, it's grand.

You can hear a skylark from a mile off.

And the sun sets, we get through the
kitchen window.

But a hard living, all the same.

If you're fussy, I suppose.

But with good food on the table, good
fire in the hearth, can't ask more than

that. Your wife did mention to Dr
Goodwin that she thought you were

bit depressed.

Maybe a bit, recently.

These pains, this weariness, stops me
from doing the things I love doing.

I know Mary's right, we've got to retire
sometime.

But the thought of leaving the farm,
that's depressing.

Hi.

I know Harold Barnum.

Well, he said you sometimes let your
boat out for a day's fishing.

It's been known.

How much do you charge?

How much have you got?

See, he gave me your name because I did
him a favour. I saved this boy's life

and that. Oh, aye?

Well, he usually goes out for 30 quid.

30 quid?

We haven't got 30 quid.

Come on.

On the other hand, Harold said he'd
cover it.

So when do you want to go?

Would Saturday be all right?

Do go through, Lucy.

Oh, Lucy, um...

That's Sally Bain's parents' heat. Could
you give me five minutes alone with

them and join us? Sure, if you think
I'll be of any help. I've been wrong

most things today.

Why is she in hospital if it's only
tonsillitis?

That's not serious, is it? Well, I think
it was made worse by the fact that she

hadn't eaten for a couple of days.

I assume we can take her home?

Well, I think it'd be better to keep her
in until she's over the worst of it. Of

course. We'll stay here with her.

Don't be absurd.

I have a board meeting 9 o 'clock Friday
morning.

Then you go to your meeting and I'll
stay up here with Sally.

Lucy, come in.

Mr and Mrs Baines, this is Dr Klein.
She's also been involved in Sally's

Right, now, what I'd like to do is have
a chat with you about Sally's alopecia.

No, I'm afraid you've come through to
the hospital's secretaries' office.

But I don't think I can find Dr Omrod
for you. Who shall I say is calling?

Gracious.

Alopecia areata is often found in young
adults and adolescents.

Is it infectious?

Not at all.

She's always had such lovely hair. Will
it grow back?

The short answer is probably.

The long answer is because no one really
knows what causes it in the first

place. I can't say for certain.

Well, that's no help, is it?

What I can say is this form of alopecia
is sometimes associated with emotional

upheaval or disturbance.

My daughter is not mad.

That's not what she said.

I heard perfectly well what she said,
thank you.

I think perhaps Dr.

Klein was wondering if you could maybe
shed some light on what may be troubling

your daughter.

Well, all things being equal, you can
chuck him out at the end of the week,

mate.

Thank you.

Dr. Ormerod, you have a telephone call
in my office.

From the Admiralty. Ah, yes.

Thank you.

Would anyone tell me why the Admiralty
is calling one of my daughters?

Yes.

We may have someone that used to belong
to them.

I assure you that we have only our
daughter's best interests at heart.

We have our differences, of course.

But we'd never let Sally be aware of
them.

I can hear them.

Night after night.

Downstairs with the door shut.

Snarling and shouting.

I hate it.

Is that why you ran away?

Well, the fact that she ran away must
tell her something.

But what?

She's got everything she could want.

She might know that we love her.

Of course I know they love me.

It's just that they seem to hate each
other so much.

Well, Lieutenant Commander Sebastian Fox
Kirby, R .N., awarded the Distinguished

Service Order in 1943 for staying to
rescue the crew of the torpedoed frigate

Antigone whilst under enemy fire on his
own ship, the Lemuria.

That was our tram.

Do we have an exit of kin?

No, but it's not a very common name, so
it shouldn't be hard to trace.

I have some free time this afternoon. I
can make some inquiries.

Thanks. My great many young men never
came home from the war.

And thanks to Sebastian, there are a few
more who did.

Seems the least I can do.

Can we try and bring the fever down with
some dental help? Goodness, that came

on quickly.

About ten minutes ago.

Problems? Mainly one being I've got a
sick man there and I haven't got a clue

what's wrong with him. Have you looked
at his notes?

Briefly, you've done all the tests.

Barring Amazonian spot fever, yes.

Have you done a home visit?

Spotless. They eat the same hygienic
food off identically hygienic plates.

That's odd. It's got me beat, I'll tell
you that.

I don't suppose... What?

Well, I don't suppose you can go up
there and see if anything occurred to

I've missed something, but for the life
of me, I can't think what.

OK.

With respect, Miss Fox Kirby, the fact
that you seem to be the only surviving

relation does make it something to do
with you.

There are funeral arrangements to be
made, and... Well, I could,

if you're sure that's what you... Very
well.

I'm sorry to have troubled you. Good
day.

Pussy.

Strong words, Matron.

I've just tracked down Sebastian's great
-niece.

She says she hasn't seen him for 20
years and she has no desire to have

to do with him now.

She would like his valuable medals
passed on to her, of course. But apart

that, she couldn't care less what
happens to his body.

It's you.

I was expecting a vet.

Sorry. I'm afraid I only deal with two
-legged animals.

How is she?

She's just lost her calf.

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry.

I just wish I knew why.

I mean, it does happen, but it usually
means they're ailing for something.

Have any of the others aborted their
calves?

No.

I've only got the four youngsters and
calf at all.

What do you mean?

Well, that new bull we used, he was
pedigree in everything.

I really wanted to improve the milk and
product.

Hold on.

Sorry. You're saying this milk is what
you use for your cheese making?

That doesn't go to pasteurisation?

Yeah, of course.

No.

No, it can't be. I've never had disease
in me hurt before.

Never used that bull before, either.

I can't believe it.

Look, the vet will be here shortly, I'm
sure.

He'll be able to tell you more than I
can.

But I do think that you ought to prepare
yourself for the possibility that you

have Bruce Luthor from the farm.

And very possibly any husband.

The vet called me first thing this
morning.

It's confirmed in the herd.

I see.

Right, well, the next thing to do is to
take a blood sample from your husband

and you and test for brucellosis.

I just don't see how it can be
brucellosis. I mean, John and I share

work. If he's got it, then I'd have it
too, wouldn't I?

Well, you think so? Well, you're both
drinking the milk and handling the

animals. Could you just roll up your
sleeve, please?

Oh. The thing is, the most common form
of transmission is from unpasteurised

milk and cheese.

You can't make decent cheese from stuff
that's been treated.

I learned that at my mother's knee.

You've been doing it for that long, have
you?

Since I was five.

Could Mrs Bain have a word with you,
please, sister?

Of course she can.

Come on in.

I didn't sleep last night.

Well, it's been a very worrying time for
you, but you've got Sally back safe and

sound now. No, that isn't it.

Yesterday, the doctor said that Sally's
alopecia could be caused by tensions in

our family.

I dismissed it at first, but now...
Well, I wondered if she'd said anything

you.

The thing is, Mrs Bain, she hears raised
voices.

Behind closed doors.

She doesn't know what's going on and it
frightens her. She's heard us.

She thinks you hate each other.

And it really is making her ill.

Maybe.

Everybody fights now and then.

Perhaps if she could see you making
friends again, she'd find it reassuring.

Last night, Arnold and I had a long
talk.

Seeing the state that Sally's in has
made us both stop and think.

And what you've said just confirms it.

We can't go on like this anymore.

Good.

So I'll stay up here with you until
you're better, and Daddy will go on back

home.

This is not easy to say, Sally, but your
mother and I both feel that

life would be a little easier for all of
us if I were to move out.

What? Not far.

Perhaps one of those nice flats in
Grange Road.

We'd see each other as often as we
wanted.

You're getting divorced?

Well, we haven't really thought that far
ahead, but... We all need peace.

And you need to get better.

I can't get divorced.

Anyway, the tests do show Brucella, so
I've notified the Ministry of

and sent out a warning to all the vets
in the area.

Should we be expecting more cases here,
do you think?

No, I shouldn't have thought so.

Once work gets around, it's fairly easy
to avoid.

Well, uh...

Yes, it's time we were off, Major.

You can't come with us, Dr. Omrod?

I'm afraid not. I'm just... I'm just too
busy.

Dr. Goodwin and Mr. Rose are in theatre.

Seems so... sad.

Such a glorious life as Sebastian's
should end like this.

Crematorium, far from home, and no -one
to see him off except two relative

strangers.

Does, um... Does his niece wish to have
the ashes?

Apparently not.

Only the medals.

Your blood shows high levels of the
Brucella antibodies, which means that

built up an immunity to the disease.

Why hasn't Johnny?

Well, as you told Dr. Ormerod, you've
never had the disease on your farm. No.

Which means that he's never been exposed
to it.

But if you had been exposed to small
amounts of the bacterium since you were

child, making cheese with your mother,
then you'd have built up an immunity to

this way before you've met.

Which reminds me. What? I need a list of
all the people that you've sold this

batch of cheese to.

Well, I... I haven't sold it to anyone.

It wasn't quite ripe enough.

It's just that lump I gave to that nice
young doctor.

Doctor?

OK.

Oh, boy. Right.

Look, um...

About your day out.

Yeah? Could you do me a favour?

Why do you want to come fishing with us?
Gordon, have you seen Geoff Goodwin

anywhere? He just came through here,
said something about making himself a

sandwich. Is there a problem?

Possibly.

Oh, hello.

Geoff, you know that cheese?

Well, I think you'll find that it's
infected with Bruchella abortus.

Are you going to spit it out for your
auntie Jill?

It'll help you sleep.

No, it won't.

How are you feeling?

Why did you have to tell them?

What? About me being ill and how it was
their fault.

Now they're getting divorced and it's my
fault.

Oh, Sally, sweetheart.

It's not.

You could have kept it a secret.

Well, Nell, that's what your mum and dad
thought was for the best, didn't they?

Keeping things secret.

Just remember how much you hated that.

I didn't.

But you did.

Our bodies have a way of telling the
truth, whether we like it or not.

What's going to happen now?

Well, one thing's for sure.

Your mum and dad are going to go on
loving you every bit as much as they

have. And you're going to go on loving
them.

The difference is that it might not be a
bit easier for you all to show it.

But they won't be together.

Some say that it's being together that
makes people hate each other.

Separate them for a bit and they might
start to like each other again.

Do you ever think that?

Yes, I have.

When I used to listen to Dad shouting at
Mum, I'd lie there and think, why don't

you just go?

But now it's really going to happen.

We should don't make things come true,
Sally.

You didn't cause any of this.

Your job now is to get better and to
help your parents through this and show

them that you love them both the same
and that you don't blame either of them.

Thorland didn't approve of divorce.

I tell you what nuns don't approve of,
and that's their patients being awake at

heavens above two o 'clock in the
morning.

Night -night.

Well, we'll quickly throw the cyclone
into the creek.

I can only apologise that I didn't spot
it sooner.

I feel bad, Doctor.

We've been dairy farming for 30 years.

And we didn't recognise it either, did
we?

You know, you should really think about
getting some help on the farm.

We're giving it up.

What? Well, I may be stubborn, but I'm
not stupid.

What with one thing and another.

We'll keep the dairy and a dozen
milkers.

Four. John has said four.

Are you all right?

Well, I'll let you know when I start
producing cheese again, then, will I?

Yes. That'd be lovely.

Thank you.

Come in.

Did you want to speak to me, Mr
Middleditch? Ah, yes.

Briefly, before you all set off.

Now, then.

I've had a couple of anonymous letters.
Really?

Completely mad, of course, making all
sorts of bizarre allegations about

members of the staff.

And you, I'm afraid, in particular.

Oh, no. Now, look, don't worry, don't
worry.

I'm only bothering to tell you this now
because some deluded soul may wish to

make trouble for you. And I thought you
ought to be warned.

And what are they saying?

Uh, yes, here we are.

That smarmy Dr. Ormerod has fallen into
the clutches of the drink -sovereign

Weatherall. He's been having an affair
with her for months.

That's why he murdered his wife, so that
he could be with her.

If you are too weak to deal with the
matter, I shall be forced to report it

the police myself.

Rest assured, Gordon, we shall deal with
this nonsense.

Is something the matter?

Gordon, these allegations are all so
much nonsense, aren't they?

Not another anonymous letter.

Nothing that can't be dealt with.

When are you off?

Just waiting for Mr. Rowe.

We're meeting the others there.

Well, you'll forgive me if I don't join
you. I hope Tommy's apt to play up with

it on these occasions.

Of course.

Oh, it'll be Mr Rose now.

Well, come along, then.

Time and tide.

When the day is done, down to earth and
thanks the sun,

along with everything that's lost and
won.

When the day is done,

when the day is done, hope so much your
race will be all

wrong. Then you'll find you jumped the
gun.

Have to go back where you began.

When the night is gone.

Some get by, some get old.

Just to show life's not made of gold.

When the night is gone.

When the bird is flying.

Got no one to call your name.

He was a hero of the sea and a true
gentleman of the road.

We all enjoyed his visits with us and...

I know we would have all wished to have
known him better.

And sooner.

Keep on travelling, Sebastian.

And God bless you, sir.

Down to earth and face the sky.

Along with everything that's going on.

Oops.

Eternal Father, strong to save.

Whose arm doth bind the restless wave.

Who bids the mighty oceans deep its own
appointed liberty.

Oh, hear us when we cry to thee.