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

Someone to make me feel, make me feel alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Won't somebody tell me what I've done wrong?

Spare any change for a blind man.

There you go, mister.

Oh, thank you, Doug. Thank you. Hey, Patch.

I think we're on.

So, uh...

Been no developments, then?

Dave hasn't come rushing back home, if that's what you mean.

He can't treat you like a princess when you've messed up without him.

I don't think we want him to stay in.

How was the honeymoon?

Ah, pretty exotic.

A weekend decorating the sitting room?

I don't know. There's moments.

Well, there are moves afoot. You're both out tonight.

Well, to make up for the lack of an official celebration.

Ah, yes, that's very nice, but we haven't made any arrangements for the

children. Well, I don't know. It's a pretty good excuse for everyone to come

us. We can combine a belated housewarming with a belated wedding

do you think?

Once you've finished this, I have another job for you.

We've been given the privilege of providing private surgical facilities

other than Lord Anthony Stuart Walsh, do you see?

Lord Lieutenant of the County.

Mr Rose will operate personally.

What's he in for?

Patient details are confidential.

Ingrowing toenail.

It's not list.

Toenail. And I want to be able to see my face in the brass taps.

Our guest is used to the highest standards of domestic excellence.

I'll be round to inspect your handiwork later.

Right, well, let's step into town and get some emergency brass oil. Why does

Lizzie keep going on about Dave after what he's done to her?

She might be putting on a brave face, but I know my girl. She'd have the two

-timing creep back like a shot.

What, even if he's done something really bad?

Well, he's already shacked up with his fancy piece. How much worse could it

I'm afraid I don't see the problem, Doctor. A wedding gift with our sincere

felicitations. Well, it's just that I intend to continue practising under my

maiden name.

Well, I suppose confusion may well arise with two Dr Ormerods in the hospital.

Very modern, I'm sure.

So if you could be replaced, Mr. Hopper.

You, come here.

There must be something stuck in the outlet.

Hop up there and give it a good shove of this. My dad said not to. We're in

there with the machine running.

Either get up there or get your card.

It's up to you.

Oi, Arthur!

Private care will provide much needed income for this hospital.

As long as it's not at the expense of our national health patient.

Don't give me that egalitarian nonsense.

I was going to suggest that we detail one of our nursing staff as the

carer for his lordship. Nurse Taylor, maybe?

A pretty face would certainly speed his recovery.

And take one of the staff from the ward.

That won't be necessary. He'll be nursed in the same way as the other patients.

Sincerely, I'll... Dr Goodwin, there's a boy got stuck in some machinery at

Bardy's fish meal. They need you there double quick.

Thank you, Lizzie. Would you like Nurse Taylor to assist?

Just please, my friend.

Is there any change for the blind man?

Lay off, Rory. It's me. Ken Offcake.

Oh, Ken Offcake. I didn't recognise you.

I hardly see a thing till this.

I've seen you around in a while.

Yeah, well, I've been a bit off colour, you know, but, I mean, a man has to

ease.

Well... Dog's got to eat at any rate.

If a gentleman can, that's what you are.

A gentleman.

Sam. Sam.

Can I ask you something? Of course.

If you knew a secret that might upset someone if you told them, but if you

didn't tell them, they might carry on acting stupid, what would you do?

Tell them, of course.

Go on, who's been talking about me?

If you recall, I issued express instructions.

All available staff to welcome our VIP patient on his arrival, which will be in

ten minutes, precisely.

Right, Mr Arthur.

Morphine, please, nurse. Ten milligram.

Help me, doc!

What's his name? Stan.

He's my boy, doctor.

Help me, doc!

Give me help, please! Listen to me, Stan.

I'm going to give you an injection which will take away the pain.

He's going into shock. Stay on, please, nurse.

Hold on, son. Just hold on.

We need to free his arm as slowly as we can.

Is there any way of winding the auger back?

Wind it back, lads. As slow as you can.

You're bringing up some kind of a wink to pull him out, Doctor. Are you okay?

Let me down!

Let me down!

Deep

breath

down, okay?

I love you!

Ready? One, two, three.

It's tight as we can. Just please, it's tight as we can.

Don't put too much blood.

It's not out of danger yet. Okay, we need to get him out of here!

Rory?

Rory!

Bobby, look at this.

It's the poor dude with this.

Can you turn ahead to the Royal? Tell them that Dr. Goodwin requires the

emergency room next on the way to the hospital.

You got that?

Do you want to go in the ambulance?

No, I'll fight for the wife.

Take a check, please, Jack.

We'll put the bill.

Welcome to the Royal, Your Lordship.

Standing by to have you with us, please, together.

May I introduce me, please? I hope we'll make you comfortable. Oh, please don't

stand around, Jeremy. Just call me Anthony.

He's bleeding through.

Could I remind you the Lord Lieutenant is scheduled for surgery?

Medical emergency takes precedence, I'm afraid.

Take him through.

Would it be terribly inconvenient if I observed?

Always been riveted by the mysteries of medicine.

Pleasure. Have you gowned and masked in no time?

Nurse!

He's had a massive hematemesis.

His pulse is racing and his blood pressure is very low.

Better cross max six units and get a heart and strip going, all right? Yes,

thank you.

Rory. Rory. Can you hear me?

Gorgeous girl within my grasp. I must have died and gone to heaven.

You're in the royal, Rory, again.

I found you unconscious on the prom.

Oh, sister, I thought that you'd packed in the bride of Christ routine and run

away with me.

Now, you won't be needing this in here.

Hey, listen, I marked that bottle. You know, give a nun a sniff of the hard

stuff, you won't see it for dust.

Right.

It just... Does that hurt?

No, Doctor.

Okay.

His liver's hardened and enlarged. Tell me, Rory, how much alcohol do you drink

a day? I will never look the odd drop, you know, but just for medicinal

purposes. Right.

Well, I think I'm going to have to have a second opinion. If you don't mind, I'd

like a colleague to come and have a look at you. Hey, where's my dog?

Where is she? I mean, if I'm in here, who's looking after Patch?

Where is she?

Mr Harper, he's armed enough, and I'm fast for him.

Rory will be out in an hour or two to collect him. If he becomes a nuisance, I

shall ask the police to deal with him.

You heard him. Come on, behave.

Stand by with clamps and swabs, please.

Ma 'am.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

The final mess.

He did a splendid job of mincing his entire arm.

What do you think, Doctor?

Looks as if the hand and lower arm are completely ischemic.

Ischemic?

Arteries and veins all torn and crushed. No hope of restoring any blood supply.

But you've done your best, Doctor Goodwin. But I'm afraid the lower limb

-viable. We're going to have to whip it off.

Lamb, please stop now.

Poor little blighter.

I bet he didn't expect this when he went to work this morning.

You're a lawyer.

Isn't it illegal for a boy his age to work in a machinery?

There is legislation that is practically unenforceable.

Employers just don't seem to take any notice.

Well, then they should be made to.

Otherwise, what's the point of a law? Dr Goodwin.

Staff Nurse Taylor's already limited the assault of my olfactory senses by

changing her attire.

You, however, to put it bluntly, reek awfully of fish.

I would suggest a wash and brush -ups in order, after we've finished with this

chap.

Thank you, nurse.

Timber.

If you'd like to come this way... A new pending list for test results, and I've

reorganised your bookshelf in alphabetical order.

Thanks.

I hope you don't mind my asking, but is, um... Is Lizzie coping all right? It's

just I'm finding all this hyper -efficiency a bit disconcerting. Well,

still fretting over Dave.

Ah, yes, of course.

Look, are you free tonight?

It's just we're having a bit of a post -wedding party at home. Oh, hey, lovely.

Hey, have it's booze you're after. You can do your good deal. Wine, spirits for

cocktails, sale all the time. Hey, we've even got those party lights in the

cellar. Well, you don't think it's just a little... Tackless, asking Lizzie,

under the circumstances.

It's just what she needs, though.

You'll get shot if you do that to me, eh? I know. Do us a favour. I've got to

change her clothes in the outfit.

Cost you a pint?

Don't. Hey, that nurse tailor that came up with us today, I was wondering...

Harold. It's a lovely girl.

She must be a young man of her age, you know. She's lived like one of certain

religions, my baby, since.

About time someone took an interest in her.

A trip out in the ambulance.

Fun times, Frankie.

Lucky you.

Yeah, and he really caught me at my best.

Growing up covered in slime and stinking of fish guts.

It was about time he had something more decorative around the place than Ken and

Alan. Do I detect a flicker of interest?

I wouldn't say no, if that's what you mean.

Oh, handbags at dawn, eh?

May the best woman win.

This new nameplate had been intended as a wedding gift. I just wish they'd have

asked me first.

Well, Harper did mention it.

I had no idea it would give such offence. Gordon, I fought very long and

qualify as Dr Wetherill. I have absolutely no intention of giving it up.

course. Great.

How unreasonable to assume that a newly married woman might actually take her

husband's name.

We were lucky to save his life.

By the time we arrived at the scene of the accident, he'd lost a massive amount

of blood.

But he will be all right.

He's crippled for life.

He's about as far from all right as he can get. The doctor's confident he will

make a full recovery.

And once the wound's healed, we may be able to fit an artificial limb.

You should never have let him step foot inside that place.

I told you, he was too young.

Not now, Eileen.

Tell him, Jack.

He should never have been alive near that machine.

They should have turned the damn thing off.

Well, I knew he shouldn't go down there.

He must have ignored instructions.

What will it take to make you speak out?

I was stood in a coffin.

Mr. Thompson.

Zach, close the tape.

I can't. I've got Lord Watson in his ingrowing tummy, haven't I? I've just

dropped these off at the patient's bathroom.

That new ambulance lad's got a bit of an emergency.

A bit too fond of the hard stuff.

Known to you, is he, sister?

He's a bit of a character.

He's fond of feigning illness after a drinking session so he can sleep it off

here.

I see the sort of thing far too often.

They spend years abusing their bodies.

Then they turn up and expect us to repair the damage.

Cirrhosis?

I strongly suspect the bleeding originates from esophageal ballasties.

And I'm afraid no surgery of mine is going to be able to stop that.

So we just transfuse him, keep his blood pressure up and, well, hope that it

stops on its own.

Worth a try, certainly.

But the prognosis is very poor.

Very poor, indeed.

I would say the poor blight has had it.

Oh, what's the old fraud reckon he's got this time, then, eh?

Smallpox? Bubonic plague?

Come on, hand him over.

Well, it depends if you make it worth my while.

Well, I've already pulled the plug, so I can't ask you to join me, can I?

Cheeky. Name your price.

You doing anything tonight?

How about dinner at Giovanni's?

You are holding up the Lord Lieutenant's operations staff, nurse, if you kindly

consent to joining us in theatre.

There's a party at the Omrods later.

Take it from there, shall we?

She described it as a death trap.

It appears the factory's run without much regard for safety.

Ollie cut him on at the factory for a few weeks until he could leave school,

legal -like.

Then he was going out on the boat.

One of the trawlers agreed to take him on.

All you ever wanted, to go to sea.

Not much chance of that now.

Which is why, if you can get your trade union behind you, you might find that

you've got a case against the factory.

Well, for compensation.

Union?

Last bloke who joined up got slung out on his ear as soon as Boss found out.

Maybe this is something we can discuss later.

Mum?

Been shopping, Hopke?

Just a few supplies, Mr Harper.

I'd be fascinated to learn the precise medical use of cherry brandy, gin and

cocktail cherries.

They're for the Lord Lieutenant, Mr Harper. He's organised a cocktail party

the hospital top brass to show his gratitude.

Don't tell me they've come for patch.

Looks like Corona's going to be with us for some time. We have neither the

facilities nor the finances for taking domestic pets.

This is the kindest solution.

Come on, party.

Well, Ken's organised booze.

Oh, great. And there's some vol -a -vonts in the free room, so they can go

straight in there. Oh.

Min? Mr Johnson's wrong again. He wants a home visit.

Oh, no. Can it wait?

I thought it was urgent.

Oh, OK. It's going to be a poppy on the way home.

Hmm. Oh, dear.

Looks like you're going to have to manage the vol -a -vonts on your own,

afraid. Well, you know me.

I love a challenge.

See, there's a nice glass of wine really waiting.

I'll see you later.

Don't tell him, Rod.

I drove him away, didn't I?

Always going on at him when he stripped his bike engine in the kitchen.

Complaining about him going to football.

Stop going on at him. If it were your fault, he's the one to blame for not

knowing a good thing when he was married to it.

So how about letting us take your mind off it at Dr. Romerod's party?

Oh, I don't know.

Come on, happen. I won't do you, will you?

Go on, then.

Okay. Pursue that animal.

That's me girl.

Don't expect me to enjoy myself.

Oh, little patch. Little patch. How are you?

It's all right.

Tell the maitre the list.

I didn't know you were with us again, Rory. I'm not feeling so well, maitre.

I'm sorry to hear that, but my favourite can't have a dog on the ward.

We have already made arrangements with the dog warden. Listen, you can't stick

her in a kennel. She's never been in her own at night since she was a little

puppy, have you?

Well, Kenneth seems to have something of an affinity with the animal. Perhaps he

could organise something more suitable.

Go on, I'll sort her out.

But you're a gentleman, Ken.

How is he?

Not up to visitors.

Doctor had to amputate.

It's a crying shame.

Yeah.

And the book stops with you.

No one had any business near that machinery while it was turned on, least

a 14 -year -old boy.

Looked like appalling work in practice, didn't he? You'll find nothing amiss at

my place.

Holy jack.

Tell him to get well soon.

You can't let him get away with this. A moment.

If you don't mind, Doctor.

Why should he cover up for his employer's negligence? Well, that's

he speaks out, he loses his job.

He has a duty to prevent this from happening again.

Maybe. But right now, all he cares about is his son and the fact that he nearly

lost him.

As far as he's concerned, politics can go hang.

Cheers. Cheers.

Sir Omrod, Gordon, do you mind if I change the music?

Help me, sir. What a charming home you have.

Thank you. We're getting there.

I'd make the most of the first flush of wedded bliss if I were you.

It may be exhausting, but it's mercifully short -lived.

Drink, Rachel.

So,

I see you managed without me. By the skin of my teeth.

How was your patient? Nothing that couldn't have waited. Mind you, the one

I do put my foot down will be the time there is actually something wrong with

him. He's lying in a crumpled heap on the living room floor, so... You don't

always say the words I want to hear.

But to me, you really say nothing, dear.

I regret what?

What? Our song.

We had our first dance week with Man and Wine.

Hang on, I'll change the record.

Hey, Drummond.

I'm just going to see if I can rustle up from this list.

Jeez. Well, I needed something to do when I came out of the RAF, didn't I?

the novelty of flying around the world was born, eh? No, it's the knobs who fly

the planes.

Those grease monkeys keep them up in the air.

I ended up seeing more of the undercarriage than the cockpit.

So when I left, I thought, put the skills to use, and then I ended up here.

What do you love me to do?

What exactly attracted you to our humble hospital?

Well, you see, word has it that this is where you find all the prettiest

menaces, so... And you wouldn't be paying attention to someone like that,

you?

No, I don't suppose I would.

There's a club on the beach.

Cheap drinks, open night.

Ah, sorry, I can't. It's the night I'm spoken for.

What, does he what?

He's straight into the emotion with that last patient.

Very nice.

Do something.

Can we get one of these cocktails?

Cheers.

You could have asked before you borrowed it.

I'd have done the same if you'd have had a big thing.

But, man, it's like the best woman in the world, isn't it?

Are you sure you thought this through, mate?

If I can provide evidence that he's ignoring every piece of social

known to man, then Stan's parents might just be persuaded to take him to court.

What do you think?

Yeah, just let me sort it out, that's all.

You don't waste much time.

You can't afford to be backwards and coming forwards with a bobby dazzler

that. You've got to get in there, mate. Or someone else does.

I miss him so much.

I'd do anything to have him back.

Are you sure that's what you want?

This whole mess has been my fault.

Dave always wanted kids, but I kept putting it off.

Maybe he'd come back if he knew I was ready to start a family.

Oh, Lizzie.

Do you really think that's a good enough reason to bring children into the

world? Worth a try.

We married for better or for worse, didn't we?

I must reluctantly return to the bosom of my family.

I'll drive you to the hospital, Matron.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Rose.

It's about time we left the young people to let their hair down, don't you

think? An activity for which I'm obviously politically unsuited.

Evening, Lizzie.

Remember, my dear, the darkest hour is always before the dawn.

Talk about dragging my iron pot.

He's faster if you have third -degree burns.

You don't fancy him, do you?

So, anyway, what was it you were going to tell me about earlier? The big

Well, you've got to promise not to tell anyone.

Especially not Lizzie. From my heart.

It's Dave's new bird.

He's got her pregnant.

Or rather, she's got herself pregnant on purpose.

I don't reckon Dave had ever left Lizzie otherwise.

Oh, that's terrible.

My Dave's going to be a dad.

Oh, Lizzie.

You weren't meant to know.

I'm so sorry.

I heard it in pub last night.

Baby.

She's having his baby. Take a deep breath, Lizzie. Let's try to stick you

Need sense knocking into him somehow.

You will leave him alone.

You weren't my day, but my dead body.

I think what you need is a large brandy. I know you can move back in with me and

your mother, because you won't be able to afford that place once you get

divorced.

What's the big thing about a divorce?

I'm not standing up in court so every gossip in the county knows me business.

You think you'd let him get away with it?

Every marriage has its ups and downs.

Look at Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.

Don't you think you deserve better, Lizzie? If he can treat you like that,

not worth hanging on to.

But I haven't stopped loving him, have I?

And I know despite everything, he still loves me.

What am I going to do?

Right, I think it's time us girls had a little chat. Come on.

Don't look so tired from the movie.

Come on, get a move on. Have a laugh waiting for me back there.

To me?

Can't you see? You're liberated.

You've got your freedom and your life back in one fell swoop.

Now you can do what you want when you want.

Now I've been granted to film a man.

You've got the rest of your life ahead of you. Oh, that's a comforting thought

for a newlywed, isn't it?

But who's going to want me at my age once I've been dumped and divorced?

I'll be stuck on a shelf for the rest of my life.

Lizzie, you don't have to be defined by your relationship with a man, OK? You

are Lizzie in your own right, and you are the only person that matters from

on, OK?

You will survive on your own, I promise.

Remember, Lizzie, a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.

Here, here.

Well, I guess the joint cut was bad.

Stop the camera.

What, do you fancy a return ship? That's the nice one for it. What? No!

No, no, thanks for coming.

Thanks for having me.

Little night reading for you, Lizzie. Ah, recruiting her to the sisterhood,

you? Remember, don't put up with any nonsense.

Men who need us, not the other way around.

Unless they're driving you home, that is. Come on, love.

Bye -bye, Lizzie.

Bye -bye, Lizzie. Bye -bye.

It went quite well, didn't it? Yes.

Well, I mean, apart from poor Lizzie's snooze.

Yes, well, it's never easy, is it?

Falling out of love.

Well, I hope I never have to find that out.

Well, you won't.

If I've got anything to do with it.

Right, well, talking about sexual equality, why don't you give me a hand

these glasses? And why don't we just wait and do the washing up in the

eh, Dr. Almrod?

Or is it still Dr.

Weatherall? Oh, I think...

I think Mrs.

Ormerod will do just fine.

What time did you call me?

I'm really sorry. I couldn't get away.

Have you been waiting long?

Long enough.

Thanks.

I thought you'd dug me up.

Now, why would I stand you up?

I'm really sorry, Mel. I mean it.

What was this emergency, anyway?

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Have you ordered yet?

Not yet, no.

Well, how about we get ourselves a bottle of wine and then maybe I could

smile?

Oh, go on, then.

Right.

Rory.

Rory, the doctor's here to see you.

Oh, sister, I was right in the middle of a really good dream.

There was me and you and Dusty Springfield. Thank you, Rory.

We got your test results through this morning.

Now, I know that I haven't been eating so good, but once I'm out of here, I'll

start looking after meself a bit better.

Rory, you've got cirrhosis of the liver.

The years of drinking have made it impossible for the liver to process your

blood properly.

That's caused a backup in the circulatory system, and, well, that's

the bleeding yesterday.

Yeah, but it stopped.

Now, because you gave me that transfusion.

I'm afraid the damage is irreversible.

There's very little we can do.

I'm going to die.

I'm sorry.

And it's the drink that done it.

It would seem so.

How long, Doctor?

Well, I'm afraid it's a matter of hours.

So my mother was right. I'm going to die in the hospital bed without a penny to

my name. Come on now, Rory. But I can't go yet, because I'm not ready.

I don't want to die.

I trust you've spent a comfortable night.

Don't hesitate to make your demands known to the nurse. They arise.

Not worth the risk, she'd probably bite my head off.

Certain evening, was it, Matt Taylor?

Best.

Special delivery.

Any tips for the day at country camp?

Matron, Rory's gone.

You didn't see him in the corridor, did you?

I'll get Ken and Alan to make a search of the premises.

There's no need.

I think I know where he's gone.

Why don't you come to work just like a lamb?

Drastic indeed.

You're what they call a male chauvinist pig.

Forget the inner woman, all you're bothered about's what I look like. No,

not. Me neither.

All men are, apparently. You know what, Alan? A woman needs a fish like a man

needs a bicycle.

Didn't hear you come home last night.

That's because I didn't.

I presume your date went swimmingly.

Fantastic. Eventually.

I really like him, Sam.

I will not have my nurses lounging about smoking on hospital premises.

Sorry, Matron. It may be the current fashion to have a cigarette dangling

your fingers at every available opportunity, but it is a vulgar,

practice and wholly inappropriate behaviour for a trainee nurse.

Is that understood?

Yes, Matron.

Next time we decide on an impromptu party, let's just make sure it's a

shall we? You're getting in an argument for me.

Let's have birth signature, Doctor.

Lizzie, um... You look different.

Did you know that the tyranny of female fashion is just one more way that men

oppress women?

Yes, I was vaguely aware of that.

Even wearing a bra is another example of men making them do things their way,

apparently. I think I'll leave you to it.

Who the hell's in charge here?

I want answers, and I want them now. If you care to come with me.

You wouldn't begrudge a man his last drink, would you?

I mean, what's the worst you could do?

Kill me.

You're very thick.

You need to come back to the hut.

I'm dying, woman, I'm dying.

Do you ever have a drink yourself, sister?

Not for a long time now.

My daddy started me off.

He used to give me dregs out of his glass, and he could sink a few.

It was his party piece, you know, watching me act and daft.

Zunk as a skunk.

At 12 years of age, that was it. I never stopped.

And then after a while, of course, I couldn't even if I wanted to anymore.

All it cost me, me home, and me wife,

and me kids.

Now it's done for me.

There's no need to be so afraid, you know.

Isn't I know that you get extra points for a deathbed conversion. Would you

waste your time with me?

Won't stop me saying a prayer for you, though.

Well, much better you'll do me.

Well, I'm going.

I won't leave you, Rory.

You won't be alone.

So why don't you come back to the hospital with me?

Do you want this to happen to someone else?

If my dad won't talk to the police, why should I?

They won't let me out on the boats now.

It's my life over and done with.

Because whoever I talk to and whatever I say, it's not going to bring my arm

back, is it?

I know it's a tough stand.

But things will get better in time.

Get lost, Doctor.

Leave me alone.

A word, please, Doctor.

Is he going to involve the police?

He doesn't want to attract their attention.

So you're in luck.

What the hell do you think you're doing? Well, someone had to do something.

I don't disagree, but with a top QC as a captive audience, would I bother with

such drastic action?

I just stick to taking all of your steps.

All right, Jeff?

Where have you dressed for a day on a building site?

I'm doing my bit towards ending the tyranny of physical fascism, that's why.

I beg your pardon?

Dr Wetherill raised my conscience last night.

She's made me realise that I've been put down by men all my life and I'm not

standing for it any longer.

From today, I'm my own woman.

I please myself, I value myself, and anyone who thinks otherwise can go with

them. Philosophy which is to be wholly applauded.

But if the new woman could find her way to wearing the suitable attire for work

tomorrow, it would definitely be to her advantage.

His blood pressure's down. His pulse is racing.

Looks like another bleed.

Shall I cut up a transfusion?

No, no, no, I don't think that will help.

The blood in his gut's tipping him into liver failure.

All we can do now is keep him as comfortable as possible.

That might be a bit difficult at the moment. Well, I'll get on with it.

Rory, stay where you are. For God's sake, woman, you all know that I'm

You know, if we had a family, they'd be here around me. But you're keeping me

away from the one soul in the whole world who cares about me. Now, stuff the

ladder, you.

Rory! Come on, calm down.

I'd be delighted to sponsor you for membership.

Championship course, and an expensive selection of malts at the 19th.

I'm afraid I've never seen the point of the game myself.

Would you please consider moving out onto the ward, sir?

Goodwin, you do not address one of our private patients in that manner.

I appreciate you've paid vast sums of money to distance yourself from the

Unwashed, but there's a man through there.

He only has a few hours left to live, and he's having to spend them in full

of a busy ward at visiting time.

Goodwin, this time you've gone too far.

On the contrary, I'd be happy to move.

I'm getting a bit of cabin fever in here, and I'm an audience for any

ball with time on his hands. Yourself excluded, Mr. Rose.

Thank you.

I was wondering if I could ask your professional opinion on the boy who lost

arm. Goodwin, you're trying my patience.

From your account, I suspect they have a claim for compensation. The factory was

clearly at fault.

I was wondering if you might have a word.

His father's so intimidated by the owner of the factory, he won't even discuss

legal action.

Send them to me. I'll represent them.

Representation by someone like yourself is way beyond their means.

I'd be happy to waive my fee on this occasion.

Really?

I might spend most of my time distanced from the great unwashed, but it doesn't

mean I'm completely devoid of a social conscience.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

Anything we can do to make you more comfortable. Please don't hesitate to

contact myself.

Anyhow, night or day, I'm at your service.

Very kind of Mr Harper.

You'll be cozy enough here once we've got the telly rigged up for the rafting.

I'll return these when you discharge, sir. There's no smoking in my hospital.

And, Kenneth, if I hear that you've requisitioned the patient's television

personal use, I will be most displeased.

Yes, Madam.

Such presence, such delivery.

She'd be a demon in court.

Hey, I got that parcel you wanted.

Good lad. Let's go.

Now, will you make sure that she's well looked after?

She'll love it, my sister.

No cats.

Lots of doggy mates to play with.

You know, you'll probably get...

A few bob for the accordion.

Will you make sure that all that money goes to the sisters?

If that's what you want.

You're good, I can.

I tell you what, you're a gentleman.

Now, sister, I can explain everything.

Why don't we let Rory get some rest?

All men are different. You can't just lump us together.

What about dads?

What's it say in there about dads?

Dads are still men, aren't they? And according to us feminists, all men are

my Dave.

Lying, cheating, idle wastes of space.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

What are you doing, eh? Raise our Lizzie's conscience.

You've been seeing her break a heart of a Dave, isn't it?

You're a feminist.

Don't like it.

Next thing she'll be giving her mother ideas.

Lizzie is displaying what's known as displacement activity. All this, um,

dedication to the cause is just her way of dealing with the fact that she's a

bit emotionally upset.

I think she might become a little less strident in a few days.

So, um, she'll stop calling us male chauvinist pigs, will she?

Only when you stop behaving like them.

What on earth is that? Oh, no.

fetch the guinea, please, Helen.

I think it's time that Patch left the premises.

Right,

sister.

Come on.

Come on.

It meant a lot to him, what you did.

Ouch.

Please, Kenneth.

It's tragic to find out too late that you've been killing yourself by degrees.

It's nothing but a curse.

The drink.

The way it shatters people.

Rory for the mortuary.

Of course.

Hey, Frankie!

There's a good movie on in town tonight, have you?

Some other time. I'm busy tonight.

Sure. The one time.

For a day gone by.

That was quite an emotional outburst, young man.

You see yourself as a patron of the lost cause, do you?

I might have spoken out of turn, but I couldn't in all conscience just stand by

and do nothing.

There's a thin line between idealism and plain insolence, Doctor, which you

managed to tread with a plum.

Wasn't to simmer myself at your age.

Nothing ventured, eh?

Why is it every time I think I've got him worked out, he pulls something like

that?

Well, he's a bloke, isn't he?

But you lot do all the work.

I thought you'd be out of thank you by now.

Yeah, so did I.

But he's busy.

Oh.

So you wouldn't say no to a mere lack?

I don't suppose I would.

Shall we walk?

Here's to Rory. God rest his soul.

Aye.

I hope I never end up like him.

Tired and drunk and on my own.

Well, there but for the grace of God, son.

There but for the grace of God.