All language subtitles for The Royal s03e12 Reckoning

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?

And you, you're driving me crazy.

What did I do?

Oh, what did I do?

My tears for you.

Make everything hazy.

Flooding that sky.

Is there any time tomorrow then?

I don't actually think I'm qualified for
this.

Oh, you're a fantastic teacher.

You don't shout and grab the wheel like
me dad.

I think you should invest in some
professional lessons.

Sorry, Lizzie.

Jill!

Hi. Sorry.

Look, I know we haven't planned on
seeing one another tonight, but... Oh,

please, there's no need to apologise,
Gordon. I know you need to get back to

kids. Yes, well, that's just it. You
see, I thought we might just combine

those things.

Why don't you come home with me, hmm?

I mean, it is about time you were
introduced officially, isn't it?

Well, it's a bit of a big step. Are you
sure they're ready for it? Well, you

know, we've got to bite the bullet
eventually, haven't we? And why don't

pack an overnight case?

I don't see any reason why you shouldn't
stay the night.

Morning, the Royal.

Hold the line a minute.

Detective Inspector Shiner for you.

Coming over tomorrow to investigate.

I'll put you through to Mr Harper.

A police investigation?

How thrilling.

What do we do with investigating?

Whoever it is, it isn't me.

I have nothing more on my conscience
than the Italy's broken thermometer.

Hello. So, what's your name?

Peter Blackwood. Well, hello, Peter
Blackwood.

Now, we'll start by listening to your
chest.

Just take your shirt off, pop yourself
over there, all right?

But you gave me lessons to start with.

Aye, but if I wouldn't give you any
more, me heart won't take it.

Oh, Alan.

You're not leaving that there, are you?

Go on, Dad. Me test's in three weeks. I
can't stretch to work proper

instructions. Me too, Dad. I had to be
sure you moved it.

Yes, yes, all right. I'm sorry, love,
no.

All right, Alan. One, two, three.

Alan will take me out, won't you, Alan?

Not in the hospital, then you won't. You
are not insured.

Here we go.

It's all right, Ken.

I didn't need that force anyway.

What's talked out?

Samantha, over here, quick!

Well, kids can be a lot more adaptable
than we give them credit for. Yeah.

I just want them to see me as a friend,
you know, not just a rival who's tried

to steal their father from them.

Well, in that case, I'd edge you bets.

Go bearing gifts, the bigger the better.

I'm sorry, but Ken's had a turn.

What's happened?

He hurt himself lifting the piano.

Where's the pain, Ken?

All right, I'll take it from here.

You're not going, Dr Goodwin?

I'm sorry, Ken. My next patient's due in
about 30 seconds.

All right, will you just take your top
clothing off for me, Ken, and put me

on the couch?

Sorry, Doctor.

No offence. I think I'll just wait for
Dr Goodwin.

I'm not used to...

Taking me clothes off in front of
strange women.

It's nothing we haven't seen before, is
it, Ness?

Yes,

Mr Harper.

A detective inspector, Shiner, will be
with us tomorrow.

He wishes to interview Dr Weatherall and
any nursing staff who had care of the

late Caroline Elmerod.

I see.

Could you make sure your staff are made
aware of the need to cooperate with the

inspector?

Of course, Mr Harper.

I don't want to have any rotten tests.

Nothing to be afraid of.

It's just a precaution.

Now, you get your stuff together and
we'll pop you down to the Royal.

Now? Mm -hm.

But I've got a rugby match after school.

Yes, well, I'm afraid that's going to
have to wait.

Nurse, can you telephone Peter's parents
and tell them to meet us at the

hospital, please?

OK.

What was the last thing you had to eat
or drink today, Kate?

Well, I had no breakfast because the
missus had gone to her sister's and me

Alan were just about to go for us
dinner.

Excellent.

I don't feel excellent to me.

The bad news is that when you lifted the
piano, you suffered an inguinal hernia,

which means that the strain forced part
of the bowel through the abdominal wall

in the groin. Now, unfortunately, I'm
not able to reduce it, which means that

you will have to have surgery as soon as
possible.

before it strangulates.

What's the good news?

The good news is that Mr Rose is in
today, so if we're very, very nice to

he may be able to fit you onto the end
of his list.

You do realise you're leaving us
shorthanded?

There's not much I can do about that, Mr
Arthur.

You shouldn't upset him, not before his
operation.

That's all very well, Lizzie, but this
hospital doesn't run itself.

Yeah, well, if I'd been for that piano,
I wouldn't be lying here in the first

place, would I?

I was of the impression, Hopker, you
were fit for the job.

I'll be here when you wake up.

Lizzie, if anything happens...

Is that Dad?

Don't let your Uncle Derek get his hands
on me premium bongs. They're here, Mac,

for me first grandchild.

Oh, and Lizzie, tell your mum an
anniversary present at the back of me

drawer.

When I examined Peter's chest this
afternoon, I discovered a slight heart

murmur. If it's all right with you, I'd
like to keep him in overnight and run

some tests.

What's a murmur?

It's just an extra sound shadowing the
heartbeat.

Is that serious?

Well, it's worth investigation.

I'll know more about it after I've got
the results from the test in the

But he doesn't look poorly, Doctor. Does
the apple stop him?

Come on, love. If the Doctor says he has
to stay, he has to stay.

Nothing to worry about, Kenneth.

Textbook stuff.

I'll just open you up and return the
bowel to the peritoneal sac.

Then, to finish, I shall strengthen the
abdominal wall by stitching strips of

fascia removed from your thigh around
the hernial orifice.

I could do it in my sleep.

In fact, young Alan here has probably
seen so many herniotomies he could carry

out the operation himself.

Oh, I'd rather leave that to you, Mr.
Ross.

Aye, so would I.

Oh, for heaven's sake, man.

Cheer up. Not as if we're in danger of
excising a testicle by mistake.

Hmm?

Oops.

Right, Dr. Goodman, let's get him
knocked out.

Any last requests, Kenneth?

I want to go home.

Well, young man?

Was it what you expected?

Was what, Mr. Rose?

Your superior's interior.

Pretty much, sir.

The next time he reads you the right
act, you can tell him you've seen his

bowels exposed in all their glory.

Cut, please, stuff nurse.

He made the first 15 last week.

Over the moon he was.

This won't stop me playing, will it?
Well, let's see how it goes.

Now, I'll be able to tell you more about
Peter's condition after I've run some

tests. And I'll get through those as
quickly as I possibly can.

All right.

Would you be so kind as to excuse me?
I'll leave you with Sister and I'll see

you in the morning.

Good lad.

Sister?

Yes?

They will just be on the heart, won't
they?

Well, now that the doctor's picked up on
the murmur, he'll be having a thorough

look at her.

Sorry. I'm going to turn up empty
-handed.

There really was no need.

Let's just call it insurance.

So, in recognition of the extra
responsibilities commensurate with your

circumstances, I'd like to offer you the
temporary position of acting head

porter.

Does that mean I'll be getting extra
cash?

Budgetary restraints prevent that.

But it is a good opportunity for you to
prove your worth.

Do you think you're up to the challenge,
young man?

I hope so, Mr Harper.

That's the spirit.

Every time you complete a task, enter
the details on this sheet. Time

there, time completed here.

Best not to mention this to Hopkirk.

Don't want to hinder his convalescence,
do we?

Hinder his convalescence, my foot.

notice, but I'd like Staff Nurse Taylor
to take over Milner Ward for the rest of

the week, just as a training exercise.

Terrific. Thank you, Matron.

So, you'll be wanting me to cover
casualty?

No, Sister.

For the moment, your responsibilities
will remain the same.

What does a man have to do to attract
the attention of a nurse nowadays? Where

are my goldstones, Staff Nurse Taylor?

Matron, are you unhappy with my work in
any way?

Not at all.

I just thought it might be a good
opportunity to throw Nurse Taylor in at

deep end, as it were.

You're doing very well, Joy.

Not long now.

Well,

it's not much, but it's home.

Yes, well, we moved in when I started
working at the Royal.

We intended to stay for a couple of
months and then find something bigger,

but... Well, somehow, we never got round
to it.

The kids won't bite, you know.

I think I was less nervous performing my
first operation.

The kids are bound to love you.

Just as I do.

Hello.

She's beautiful.

The girl.

We were expecting a boy.

First baby I've helped to deliver.

Uh, Samantha?

Yes, Doctor?

She's hemorrhaging.

We need the emergency O -neg, if she
can, please.

Right away, Doctor.

And then he told Alan he was going to be
acting head porter, and they had to

write absolutely everything down onto a
timesheet.

He did? Yeah.

Don't, Dad. You'll give yourself a
relapse.

A slimy, double -crossing little... Oh,
it's not Alan's fault, Dad.

No, him.

Group him fewer at heart. But when I
think of all I've done for him, I tell

what, Lizzie, I rue the day I got him
that job.

I thought he got it himself.

Never mind. Did you ring your mother?

Oh, she said, seeing as you're in here,
she's staying with Auntie Ethel for

another week.

Oh, I found flipping -tastic.

So much for in sickness and in health.
Not even a bunch of grapes.

Why is she... Jill brought a suitcase.

It should come and live with us.

Well, I'll be staying here tonight, if
that's all right with you.

Are you our new au pair?

Tom, come over here a moment.

Now... You two.

Jill here is, er... She's Daddy's very
special friend.

And I've asked her to come and stay with
us because...

Well, because I think we ought to get to
know each other better.

Will she be sleeping in my bedroom?

No.

She'll be sleeping in Daddy's bedroom.

Like you did with Mummy?

Does that mean you can read me my story?

Yes, yeah, if you'd like me to.

Now, let's have a nice big smile for
Martin.

That's her husband.

He'll be beside himself missing all the
excitement.

Can I telephone him for you?

Oh, you'll have a job somewhere in the
middle of the Atlantic.

I'm a new visit.

He's daft, isn't he?

We're so sure we're having a little baby
boy.

We haven't even discussed girls' names,
have we? Best get your thinking, Capo.

Hey, I did hear one that I liked
earlier, though.

Does she look like a Samantha to you?

But you're pretty lame.

Right, love, let's have one more for the
album, if you please.

Nurse, doctor, let's have you in as
well. Come on.

Yes,

yes.

But if I fill it in, poor little tears,
how hard we work. Alan, if you...

All he'll see is tea break, coffee
break, dinner break, nipping out to the

bookies break, and who knows what else.
Once he's got his tabs on us, we've had

it. I can't tell him I'm not doing it.

Then just give him the edited version
and make each job twice as long.

Leave out the time off and add a few
extras for good measure.

What have you got there, Peter?

Trident pickles.

It's a bit close to bedtime for cheese
sandwiches. You'll give yourself

nightmares.

Anyway, who gave you this?

I did, Daphne.

I'm not supposed to give the patients
anything to eat after six o 'clock.

And he's used to having a bite to eat
before he goes to sleep.

Nothing wrong with making him feel a bit
more at home.

You're a big hit.

They certainly seem to take it in their
stride.

They're lovely children, you know.

I've really enjoyed tonight.

Bedtime storyteller extraordinaire.

Whatever did I do to deserve you?

Oh, it must have been something pretty
spectacular.

I'd never have got through the last two
months without you.

Your patience.

Your understanding.

There's just no way I can thank you
enough.

It was the least I could do.

You mean the world to me, Jill.

I want to wake up every morning with
you.

I want to go to work with you every day.

I want to share a bed with you every
night.

I want... I want tonight to be the start
of

our life together.

Jill.

Will you?

Why don't I move in with you?

And we'll just see how it goes.

Well, why not, eh?

I think the days of dragging cohabities
to the stocks for corrupt behaviour are

over.

Yes, well... If that's what you want.

If things don't work out between us, we
should be able to walk away without any

ties on either side. I just... I just
think that anything else would be unfair

on the children.

So... Shall we drink to us?

And life over the brush?

I move on with you.

I should be in work here now.

Just because you want to creep to Mr
Harper.

No, I don't.

Right, now reverse.

Yes, Mr Harper. No, Mr Harper. My dad
would have a fit if he could hear you.

What was that?

I told you not to shout at me. You put
me off.

Oh, it's all right, Lizzie. All you have
to do is explain to Mr Harper. I'm sure

he'll understand.

Why? Because this...

He's in car.

You do realise your shift doesn't start
for another 15 minutes?

Thought I'd pay a social call before I
started.

Ken's just finished his breakfast. No,
silly.

Joy, with the angelic baby.

The girl whose husband's in the Navy.

Monta, Joy deteriorated overnight.

She lost so much blood when she
hemorrhaged it knocked her kidneys out.

She had a transfusion.

Dr Goodwin's doing all he can.

It doesn't look good.

I'm sorry.

We've received some letters detailing
allegations regarding Drs. Wetherill and

Ormerod and the death of Dr. Ormerod's
wife.

And were these letters unsigned,
Inspector?

That's right.

Our friend is certainly persistent.

You're aware of these allegations?

Mr. Middleditch received some similar
correspondence recently.

Do you still have the letters?

Certainly not. We disposed of them at
the earliest opportunity.

And no one saw fit to report this to the
authorities?

There's not a shred of truth in these
malicious rumours. They're obviously the

product of a warped mind.

Both Dr Omrod and Wetherill have
excellent credentials.

I'll need to interview Dr Wetherill and
any other members of staff responsible

for the care of the late Caroline Omrod.

That's the way to unpack all your cases
and move in tonight.

Caroline might be gone, but she's still
very much over in that house from the...

The colour of your bedroom wallpaper to
the plants in the garden.

I'm sorry. I didn't realise.

Thought was on me.

Which is why I think... If this is going
to work out, I think it needs to be a

fresh start for all of us.

I'd like us to look for a new home.

Together.

Right.

Well, I'll call the agent.

See how quickly we can get the place up
for sale.

Look, when I left last night, she was
fine.

The only thing which could save her now
would be this new dialysis technique.

A kidney machine?

I thought you had to go to America for
one of those.

No, well, there are some in this
country. There's a new renal unit down

London. I was at college with a doctor
who works there. I've already put a call

in in there assessing Joy's suitability
for treatment.

Well, she's just had a baby. How much
more suitable can you get?

Well, there's strong competition for
dialysis.

We'll just have to keep our fingers
crossed.

You have to make them understand, if
they don't take her, she'll die.

Well, it's out of our hands now.

I'd like to ask you a few questions
about a patient who recently died in the

hospital. Mrs Caroline Ormerod.

How closely were you involved in the
care of Mrs Ormerod?

Well, I wasn't her primary carer, that
was her GP, but she was a patient here.

So if I'd been on call and she needed
any medication, I could have prescribed

that for her.

Was that ever necessary?

No.

Must have been very difficult for you,
under the circumstances.

Well, it wasn't easy watching her
husband go through such a distressing

are a pretty close -knit team here,
Inspector.

Extremely closely knit, as I'm given to
understand.

I gather you're romantically involved
with Gordon Ormerod, Doctor.

London have found a bed for her.

Oh, thank God.

What did I tell you?

Mummy's going to be all right.

Well, they've accepted her into the
hospital. There's no guarantee she'll

receive dialysis.

But you said they'd take her. Well, if
she's at the hospital, at least she's a

step closer to treatment.

At least she has a chance.

She deserves better than this.

She's got everything to live for. Why
can't you make them see that?

Where's the best we can hope for?

You know Joy's very ill.

Even the journey might be too much for
her. We're still going to try for her,

aren't we?

If it means she may survive to see this
little one grow up.

Of course we are.

Come out and think you've got to get it
to the garage as soon as you can. Right.

Please, we need Harper's keys.

Peter Blackwood's report, Doctor.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Lizzie, are you sure there hasn't been
some sort of mistake?

Not by me, Doctor.

No, there's pieces to amaze me.
Something as serious as this, you'd

parents would bother to mention it.

Um, I think you should know. The police
are interviewing Dr Wetherill.

I'm afraid it concerns your late wife.

But it was a member of the nursing staff
who discovered that Mrs Ormerod had

passed away.

Sister Bridget, raise the alarm. Yes.

According to the coroner's report, the
estimated time of death was about 6 .30

.m.

I believe it was about then. Were you in
the hospital at that time?

Yes, on that day I was.

Do you usually start work that early,
Doctor?

No, but on that particular day I had a
patient who I was concerned about, so

come in early to check on her condition.

Very commendable, Doctor.

You have a very clear recollection of
events.

Well, that's hardly surprising.

The whole hospital was affected by Mrs
Ormond's death.

What are you getting at, Inspector?

Thank you for your time, Doctor. That's
all for now.

Oh, Lizzie!

We need to organise transportation of a
patient.

Joy's going to London for treatment.

Oh, that's wonderful!

All we need to do now is get her there.

Shall I call an ambulance, Doctor?

No, we need to scramble a helicopter.

A helicopter?

That's what I said.

Genius! But we've never done that
before, and if we were going to, we'd

ask Mr Middleditch. Who isn't here?

Lizzie, this is a matter of life and
death. Call them, we'll deal with the

pick later.

Right you are, Doctor.

Doctor Weatherill's in with them now.

Still no idea what it's about?

As soon as they find the nicken out,
I'll keep you posted.

Now, Ken, time for your bath.

Oh, no need just yet. I had one
yesterday morning.

Can't it wait till we finish the bed,
sister?

We have our men scrubbed up and in clean
pyjamas before we do anything else on

this ward.

Maybe that used to be the case.

No, listen, don't worry about me. I'll
happily go without.

You'll feel much better after a good
lathering with soap and water.

Come on, let's be having you.

Sister, do you have a moment?

Detective Inspector Shiner would like to
interview you. He's waiting for you and

Mr Middleditch is off here.

Interview me?

What about?

He's investigating the death of Caroline
Ormerod.

Veritable human whirlwind, aren't you?

I tried to do my best, Mr Arthur.

There's obviously too much work for one
man. I'll have to look elsewhere for

another porter.

And if he's up to the job, who knows?

Hopcote's convalescence might be
considerably longer than he anticipated.

Yes, Mr Harper.

Oh, sorry, Mr Harper.

For heaven's sake!

I've always wanted to go to London.

You'll be trapping in style, won't you?
Yeah, in a helicopter.

Are we all ready, then?

I suspect your son's suffering from
Marfan's syndrome. That's a congenital

disorder.

Is it serious?

Potentially.

He'll certainly have it for the rest of
his life.

However, the good news is that now we
know he's got it, we should be able to

treat the condition pretty successfully.

It is, however, an hereditary condition,
so it might have been helpful to us all

if you'd been a little clearer about
Peter's situation.

OK, Joy, this is where we say goodbye.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Can you touch here?

Take care of yourself.

I'll send you a postcard.

Oh, Peter's not adopted!

I pulled out your medical records to see
if there was a family connection.

Now... You're a rhesus negative. We know
that from your car accident last year.

And you're a rhesus negative. We
established that when you came in for

appendectomy. The point is that Peter is
B rhesus positive.

Sounds like a load of garbage to me.

Well, a child inherits its blood group
from its parents.

I'm afraid the group's just...

Then if he's not my son, whose is he?

He's going to be all right, isn't he?

All he can do is hope.

It wasn't as if you didn't have
opportunities, was it?

All those nights I was working away.

You needed someone to keep the bed warm,
did you? If we could all just stay

calm. There'd been anyone but you.

It's not my son.

What am I doing here?

I always knew this would happen through
Bronwyn.

How difficult would it be for someone to
switch the machine off?

The iron lung.

The power supply is in the room. It
would be a simple enough task to

it. And once it had been turned off, how
long would it take for the patient to

die?

Without the machine to breathe for them.

Not long.

Was Dr Wetherill ever left alone with
Mrs Ormerod?

I don't remember.

But all of our doctors popped in to see
Mrs Ormerod from time to time.

It's possible.

Were you aware of a special relationship
between Drs. Weatherill and Ormerod?

I was made aware of it, but only after
Mrs. Ormerod had passed away.

You know they were involved at the time
of Mrs. Ormerod's illness?

I do now.

Do you think the relationship between
Dr. Weatherill and Dr. Ormerod could

had any bearing on Dr. Weatherill's
treatment of Caroline Ormerod?

Sister.

What you're suggesting is money.

Do you or don't you, sister?

I can't believe they're taking the
allegations seriously.

All I know is that somebody thinks that
I disposed of your wife so that you and

I could be together.

I'm not putting up with this. Oh, no,
Gordon, you're only going to make things

worse. Gordon!

Dr. Wetherill is a good and
conscientious doctor.

In all the years we've worked together,
I've never had any reason to doubt her

judgement or her abilities.

I think that's enough for today. Thank
you for your time, sister.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Well,

the man himself.

What do you think you're up to?

Merely trying to establish the facts.

The facts are plain to see.

My wife suffered a serious injury. She
was lucky to survive for as long as she

did. Jill was...

Dr Weatherall was not responsible for
her treatment. I'm sorry, but there's

no impropriety here.

I'm sure that's the case, Doctor.

Listen, Inspector.

My wife and I lived very separate lives
for many years. At the time of her

accident, she was abandoning the
children. The fact is, she was leaving

I'm already aware of that, Doctor.

Now, if you don't mind, I have work to
do.

I had a telephone call.

About Joy.

You didn't make it, did you?

I'm so sorry.

I've lived with this for 14 years.

14 years, dreading the knock on the
door.

The hand on the shoulder.

You wouldn't be the first married woman
to bear another man's child.

You don't understand.

Peter isn't Derek's.

He isn't mine either.

My baby, my Peter, died 14 years ago.

It's so unfair.

I know.

But he's so young.

And so beautiful.

And our poor little girl.

We did our best for her.

But it wasn't enough, was it?

Sometimes it's all we have.

It isn't easy.

He was only two days old.

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the
nursery.

I picked him up.

He was stone cold.

And what did you do then?

The little boy in the cot next to him.

The nursery choked. They could be twins.

goodbye.

And I went back to bed.

And what happened then?

In the morning they told Grace
Littlefair her baby had died in the

I went home with Peter.

Every single day I think about that
woman.

That poor woman going home to an empty
nursery, folding away baby clothes she

would never use.

Every day.

But the worst thing is that I could
never grieve for my little boy.

I never did find out where they buried
him.

New porter?

I'll give him new porter.

Do you think he was serious?

He's always serious.

I know.

Talk about kicking a man while he's
down.

Knowing him, he's probably already got a
four -lock tugging yes -man already

lined up for the job.

Make yourself scarce, Alan.

And how's my star patient this morning?

Terrible, Mr Rose.

I've never felt so bad in all my life.

You'd waited so long, Bruce Dunn.

Why could I take that away from you?

I lost my boy all those years ago, and
you never told me.

I wasn't thinking straight.

I thought if I did, I'd lose you as
well.

We could have had more children.

You always kept making excuses.

I couldn't bear it to happen again.

I couldn't bear to lose another child.

What about his poor mother?

What about our Peter? What's it going to
do to him?

We'll have to tell him, Derek.

There's no going back. Not now.

Your wife's right, Mr Blackwood.

Haven't there been enough secrets
already?

He should have been back half an hour
ago.

He better be. Any messages before I
leave, Lizzie?

Leave? As in...

Leaving your car?

Oh, nothing.

Except, what's the stopping distance at
30 miles per hour?

You've no idea.

You've passed your driving test, haven't
you?

A very long time ago.

There's no messages I'll be on my way.

What's this?

Do you have some kind of shoulder pain?

No. Is it left turn or slowing down? I
always get them micked up.

Left turn.

Oh, thanks. Now, if you just give me a
minute, you can test me on stopping

distance. A word.

If it's not too much trouble, Harper.

You'll be relieved to hear I'm
recommending we don't proceed any

this investigation.

Oh, thank God.

Well, it was obvious that the rumours
were unfounded.

These were serious allegations, Doctor.

It was in the public interest to look
into them.

Then there's no danger of careless talk
about the medical profession closing

ranks when it suits them.

I resent the implication, Inspector.

I'm quite confident nothing of the sort
happened here.

I believe you've been the victims of a
particularly unpleasant whispering

campaign, and I intend to find the
culprit.

Good evening.

And I hope you'll both be very happy
together.

It's a disgrace, Hopper.

How can he concentrate on convalescence
if he's being led to believe that

there's no job for him to come back to?

I never said that.

Let me remind you.

His hernia was sustained whilst moving a
heavy object on your specific

instructions.

The man could have a case against you.

In fact, we're damn lucky he's not
shouting for his lawyer as we speak. Is

clear?

Yes, Mr. Rose.

I suggest you attempt to make amends.

Oh, Samantha!

Have you got any plans for this evening?

Nothing to speak of.

I think you need what I need.

Which is?

The Peyton Goodwin distraction
technique.

One evening with me and the grim event
of today will just be a distant memory.

I'm asking you out, Samantha.

I don't think I'll be particularly
sparkly in company.

Or would you prefer to just stay in and
brood?

Okay. Just give me five minutes to get
changed.

Don't forget your swimming costume.

What? I'll see you outside.

These are for you, Hopkick.

Sorry.

Kenneth.

Thanks very much, Mr Harper.

I'll put them in a vase for you.

And on behalf of the hospital
management, I'd like to offer sincere

very speedy recovery.

That's very kind of you, Mr Harper.

And you have my personal assurance that
your job will be waiting for you when

you're fully recovered to health.

I'm very glad to hear that, Mr Harper.

So, get well soon.

Or rather, get well in your own good
time.

Kenneth.

I fully intend to, Mr Harper.

Beauty, darling.

I had to make him call me a couple of
years ago.

Give me a

hand

with the other one.

That's it.

in my life.

I'm going to teach you.

You can't seriously expect me to get
into the sea with one of those.

Well, it's the first time for
everything.

You can get changed in there.

The black thing's the suit to go over
your costume.

I won't look.

Promise.

I seem to have mislaid my car keys.

These there, Mr Harper?

I swore I left them on my desk.

Handed in this morning.

I filled in my timesheet again, Mr
Harper.

What do you want me to do with it?

Whatever you think fit, Alan.

You're wasting your time.

You're never going to be able to do
this.

You will once I'm finished with you.

This morning there was some accident
damage to the bumper.

It was bad, this damage, was it? Bad
enough.

I scraped a bollard last night. I was
going to take her into the body shop

evening.

Bizarre.

Absolutely bizarre.

You can clear that again, Mr Harper.

Yes, sister.

This training exercise, Matron.

You knew, didn't you, that the police
would want to speak to me?

I thought it might make things easier
for you if I lightened your

responsibilities for a while.

Well, there was no need.

No need at all.

I'd appreciate it if in the future you
bore that in mind.

On the beach.

Well,

I hope you like the sausages. Well done.

Incinerated, preferably.

Oh, you've got to hand it to me.

I know how to treat a girl.

Are you feeling any better?

I just can't stop thinking about Joey.

It gets easier.

We get used to it in time.

If you didn't, you'd never be able to do
the job.

And I don't think I'll ever get used to
it.

I don't want to be all tough and hard
and uncaring.

The more death you see, the more you
realise that life is for living.

She never knew how much time they have
left.