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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.

Oh, don't somebody tell me what I've done wrong.

Smashing machine.

Goes like the classes.

Are you sure you want to sell it, Lizzie?

Got a bloke coming to look at it later.

It's mine to do what I want with according to Dave.

His tarp's put a foot down now they've got a baby on the way.

Well, you could always keep it. If you never seen a girl on a motorcycle.

Seen Mr Bridget on her bike.

Marianne Faithfull is so gorgeous in that film.

When she takes off her helmet and shakes her blonde hair down the back.

Gets me every time.

What cap I can borrow?

Stella Davenport.

You could at least try and look pleased to see me.

Oh, don't tell me.

You're on USRN? Yes, and I'm due in theatre in five minutes.

I could have sworn you walked out of this place saying you'd rather stick

in your eyes than drag yourself back to this dump.

Well, it looks like I've had to eat my words then, doesn't it? Now, come on,

How about that cap?

I'll be wanting it back.

Now, you will finish afternoon clinic on time, won't you? Remember, we're out

tonight. Ah, the dreaded St.

Cecilia's cocktail party.

Do you think we could pull them off?

Now, they've offered Katie a place. I hear they're as particular about the

parents as they are the children. Unless she'll obviously be the first of a long

line of omurice to attend the school. I suppose you ought to make a good

impression. Oh, keep that up.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Gloria. You stop fasting.

Look, my mother's had an accident.

Where can I find a doctor?

Right, well, you're looking at one. Come with me. I'll take you to custody.

Ah, Dr Goodwin.

Meet Stella, otherwise known as the Scourge of the Royal.

Oh, right.

Worked here before, have you? Yes, for a while, and then I moved to Wastardly.

At the same time as Dr Cavendish. Funny, that.

Well, I'm here now, and their lot is your game.

Oh, go on, I'd miss it, Alan. You've missed me. Yeah, like I'd miss a dose of

botulism.

Oh, I never thought I'd be pleased to see the old nurses home again. I thought

it were killing me lodging with my dad.

Almost ready for my first victim.

Nurse Davenport.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

Thank you, Mr Rose.

So, anyway, he's got his eye on this young barmaid. Oh, it's pathetic.

It's extra to see that new Gregory Peck film.

And the next time I see him, there's this, well, head rodent stuck on his

where his balls not used to be.

I mean, as if he's looked twice at a clapped -out old codger his age.

Right, can you move your finger for me, Esme?

I'm afraid it appears to be stuck like this.

I was just reaching for my lunchtime gin and tonic when I lost my balance.

And took my ceramic jardiniere with her.

Shattered. We imported it specially from Limoges.

Ghastly valgamonthrosity that it is.

Blood all over my shag pile.

I'm expecting the Bridge Club for drinks this evening.

In a more miserable cavern of social climbers I've yet to meet.

Have you finished poking at my hand yet, dear?

I will.

The cut appears to be rather deep, and as you can't move your finger, I suspect

you've severed your tendon.

Anyone else would simply cut themselves.

You managed to sever something.

So, if you'd like to wait here a moment, I'll go and see if Mr Rose can fit you

in at the end of the list. OK.

Rose is on a farm today?

I've only got the ones that retract as chuck -tap, mate.

What are you really doing back here, Stella?

Last thing I heard, you and Dr Cavendish will love this young dream.

One minor detail I forgot to mention.

A horse -faced fiancée training as a GP in London.

You kept her quiet.

Not hard to work out why.

They only married last month.

Ah, wasting time on Ivy gossip. No change in your attitude then, Nurse

Davenport? Whatever may have happened in the past, sister. I'm just asking

afresh, you know. Clean sheet, new slate, that sort of thing.

Can you tell me where I can find a Mr Harper?

Are you here for the interviews?

Follow me.

Clean sheet.

So is it OK if Meryl comes out tonight?

Of course.

How about I cook a meal, all four of us?

If you have any sense, nip round the chip shop and get yourself four

Don't you see enough of them two at work?

Cap ferret, Cote d 'Azur.

Dearest Lizzie, beach full of bronzed adonit types in the briefest of briefs.

Hope this finds you well. Keep spirits up. It's from Samantha.

She's bounced back quick, hasn't she?

She never mentioned me.

Sorry, Alan.

Esme put out her hand to save herself when she fell through. I'm sorry, what

it again?

Ceramic jardiniere.

From Limoges.

You couldn't have severed your flexor tendon more neatly with a scaffold.

But I will retain my grip.

The only thing my mother's keen on grasping is the stem of a cocktail

I see no reason why you shouldn't regain full range of movement with the finger

and thumb, so I suggest we delay no longer.

Straight through to the theatre, if you please.

Does this operation require a general anaesthetic?

Now, I understand that sounds like a major procedure, but you really mustn't

worry yourself. Your mother seems in excellent general health.

Oh, you misunderstand, Doctor.

Far from being concerned about my well -being, she's keeping her fingers

that I'll never wake up.

My will is in the Bureau, if the worst should happen.

She's impossible, Doctor.

Right, well, if you'd like to sit in the waiting room, I'll see if I can

organise a cup of tea.

There's no need to sit here twiddling my thumbs, is there? With my mother in

such capable hands.

Visiting hours are six to...

8 .30.

I'm not sure that such stringent recruitment procedures required for a

domestic, Mr Harper.

Like any well -oiled machine, this hospital's driven from its engine room.

My first interviewee, please, Lizzie.

She's over there.

Broke to hear about the bike.

Oh, well, that... That looks a bit rough, though, so leave it to me, love.

sort it out.

My bike, my deal, Dad.

I'll do this myself.

Samantha's in the south of France, are you?

Indeed. How is she?

As well as can be expected.

Suit yourself, nurse.

What do you think you can bring to the job, Mrs Harpenden?

I'm enthusiastic, thorough, and a very hard worker.

And what are your family circumstances?

I've got a little girl. She's 14.

Yes? We don't tolerate lax timekeeping or absence due to childcare

responsibilities.

For heaven's sake, Mr Harper.

We do try to be flexible with all our ladies, especially those with families.

Would you like to take your coat off, dear?

You are aware we can't possibly employ you in your current condition.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry.

I keep getting these pains, but it's far too early.

We'll let you know.

When are you due, dear?

Oh, sorry, I feel sick.

I think I'd best leave this to you.

Better doctor, Mr Harper, immediately.

Thank you.

If you can tell us where we can contact your husband.

I wish I knew myself.

As soon as he found out, I was expecting again.

He left me.

Downed well.

I'm strong.

Well? Well, she told me.

She's going to do it herself.

He's going to rip her off.

You can tell by their hair.

Oi! What are you doing with my daughter?

It can't come yet. It's too soon.

Anything else you require?

That's it. Thank you, Mr Hardman. If you could, will you? What about my little

girl? I'm supposed to pick her up from school. Don't worry about that now, Amy.

We're nearly there. I can see the head, Amy.

Hold my hand, Amy. Squeeze as hard as you like. Right, can you give me one

push? Good girl.

You're to collect the girl from this address.

And there's an empty bed on the children's ward. I've arranged with the

to keep a meal warm. We're not running a dormitory for the children of single

-parent families. It's only for one night, Mr Harper.

We'll bring you straight back.

One of those mob -type people.

Well, I do read the newspapers, Mr Harper.

Scooters mean one thing.

Trouble. Popcoat.

Eject him from the premises.

Well, go on, Alan. You heard him.

Hiya, Dad.

What do you think?

All I want is to hold her.

And what are all those tubes for?

We've had to insert a feeding tube.

She's unable to take milk herself.

What are her chances, Doctor?

Well, survival rates for premature babies are much better than they used to

but she's very tiny.

She's got a long fight on her hands, which is why she needs specialist

treatment, and Ashfordly Baby Unit can just give her more dedicated care.

Can I go with her?

Yes, you can, in a few days, but I think for now you need to get some rest.

How long will she need to be in this unit?

Until she's up to an acceptable weight.

It'll be several weeks, I'm afraid.

Such a tiny scrap of a thing.

No idea of the trouble she's caused, has she?

No word from my beloved daughter?

No, I'm sorry.

Oh, not the type to linger over a sickbed, is Gloria.

Now, my deathbed would be a different matter entirely.

One whiff of the inheritance and she'd be weeping crocodile tears over me like

shot. Now, that is a rotten thing to say.

You'll be the same with your own mother.

The older we become, the more we become an encumbrance.

I never knew my mum. She died when I was small.

Oh. Well, at least you'll be spared the choice.

Do you keep your elderly mother at home, an obstacle to your social aspirations,

or do you erode the inheritance by placing her in a nursing home?

A decision my daughter wishes she'd made years ago.

Yes, we're looking forward to welcoming Katie next time. Well, she's talked of

nothing else since we bought her school uniform.

Well, we set high standards, but we...

Achieve results.

A fair number of our big performers go on to take up university places.

Well, it's a long time before she has to make that sort of decision.

I'm sure you'd want her to follow in your illustrious footsteps.

Like mother like daughter, hmm?

Actually, I'm Katie's stepmother.

Well done, Sylvia.

You have to excuse my wife, Doctor. She has this uncanny knack of putting her

foot well and truly in it.

Oh. It's nothing, really.

Another drink, Doctor.

We did a straight swap.

He got the bike, I got the scooter, £100 in cash, and he threw the parker in for

free. Apparently, it's the in thing for the girl around town.

Yeah, if you fancy a rumble with the rockers next bank holiday.

Baguette, alfono and garlic bread.

Do you start?

So tell us about Stella, Libby.

She used to work at the Royal, did she?

When she could spare the time from chasing doctors.

And she was an irresistible attraction to other girls' boyfriends.

Oh, I see.

Libby, how much garlic have you put in this?

The recipe said three cloves.

Cloves, not bulbs.

Why, what's the difference?

Please, can we go home soon?

Gordon, we can't be the first ones to leave.

We could plead a sudden medical emergency.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce my son, Andy, one of our

thick formers here, and he had the dubious pleasure of hitting his Oxford

entrance next month.

Now... I'm sure that Andy would be delighted to answer any question that

might have about the school, warts and all.

So, Andy.

I've been a pupil here for longer than my dad cares to mention.

But I can honestly say it's... I can honestly say it's a

great place.

Sorry, Dad.

What's wrong?

He has asthma.

Where's your inhaler at?

I've taken it. It's made a difference.

Wait a minute. My medical bag's in the car.

So soon?

Baby Alex needs to be in the big hospital.

And it's not for long, love.

Once doctor's passed me fifth, I'll be able to go and stay with her.

What about me?

Matron said she can stay here for tonight.

But after that, till things are sorted out.

Sorry, you'll have to go into care.

Children's home?

It won't be for long, Alison.

Just until your mum's back on her feet and the new baby's fit and well.

It's not fair.

Why can't I go with you?

Oh, you're getting upset, love. There's nothing we can do about it.

Your mother's exhausted, Alison, so we'll get her back to bed.

You come with me to the kitchen and have some supper. Let her get some rest.

He was meant to grow out of this years ago.

Well, that's one of those medical myths, I'm afraid.

Well, I suppose it's one good way of guaranteeing attention.

It's a might of a bike.

He can hardly breathe.

All right, Andy.

Just hold tight.

We'll have you breathing easier in just a minute or two.

All right?

Someone must have moved my spectacles. I left them right on top of my newspaper.

Here they are, exactly where you left them.

Underneath your newspaper.

Me and my wretched memory, I do apologise.

Now, is there anything else?

A large vodka martini wouldn't go amiss.

I thought you'd have another month's money. What are we going to do?

I don't know, love. I can't think straight.

Why don't you write to Dad?

He didn't even bother telling me where he was going.

He's out of our lives.

You don't like Dad?

He doesn't care about you or me or his new daughter.

He'd be better off if he died. At least we'd have his pension.

Your mum's just tired and upset, that's all.

And I'm not.

She needs you to be big and brave for her and your sister.

While she's sick, you're the head of the family, you know.

She needs you to look after her.

Do you think you can manage that?

Suppose.

Feeling any better?

Good. Andy, has anything been bothering you?

When you're studying for university, is it maybe the pressure of work?

I'm coping all right with that.

Good. Well, I'll prescribe one of the new isoprenaline inhalers.

You know the routine.

Use it whenever you feel one of your attacks coming up.

And I want you to pay me a visit at surgery tomorrow, OK? OK.

Good man.

These attacks are happening more frequently than they used to.

Seems to be getting worse rather than better.

Molly coddling the boy. What else? Now, the drama's over. Can we get on with our

evening?

Lily,

have you noticed a bit of an atmosphere at work?

The drains were a bit whiffy till Dad got to grips with them.

I can't help but wonder if I'm being given the cold shoulder.

Has anyone said anything to you about me?

Not that I can think of, no.

Thank you.

Who's for another bottle?

I'm just going to take my bag upstairs.

Frankie said it'd be OK to stay over.

Oh, no.

Come on, Lizzie.

One night won't do any harm.

I'm sorry.

Not after what happened last time.

If you want to stay at some kind of free love commune type place you can find

somewhere else.

I am not running a disorderly house.

You'd better go and find me a taxi then, hadn't you, Frank?

Right.

Cracking scooter, that is.

No, it's not a patch on yours.

Haven't seen the mean machine this week.

Brother borrowed it on Saturday and had a run -in with a buff.

I mean, he was OK, but the scooter wasn't.

Morning. Morning.

Is she trying to impress?

That's what I'm worried about.

Just take the inhaler as and when you need it. Come and see me in a couple of

weeks' time.

Oh.

Not back giving you trouble?

Oh, no, it's nothing.

Well, it doesn't look like nothing to me.

Took a bit of a tumble last night.

One too many glasses of wine.

Stupid of me.

She's playing it down, Doctor. She's in agony.

Could you look at her, please?

Enough, Andy.

Just do me a favour, will you? Step outside for a second.

I really don't think this is necessary.

Well, it won't take very long.

Just take your jacket off and I'll help you onto the couch.

So what excitement did you get up to last night?

I spent it washing my smiles.

Oh, you should be out dancing till dawn at your age.

with a young man at your beck and call.

A chance would be a fine thing.

It's not as though you're short of potential here.

That young doctor, what's wrong with him?

I'm off doctors at the moment.

Faint heart never won young man, Stella. When you're my age, you'll regret every

opportunity you never took.

You won't know he isn't interested until you ask him.

Hey, you said I could have a go.

I didn't say you'd be in the driving seat, did I? Get on.

Oh, what's that smell?

Oh, we had garlic bread last night.

Oh, you could strip paint from ten pieces.

Well, you've got bruising to your upper arm and chest, and it looks to me as if

you've been kicked in your lower back.

And I said I fell down the stairs.

Are you sure there isn't something you'd like to tell me?

Well, now we've established nothing's broken, I'll be on my way.

You don't have to put up with this, you know.

Thank you, Doctor.

I can look after myself.

Admit it, you only got this to impress Doctor Goodwill. Don't be daft!

Seems to make a habit of getting women into trouble.

Like who?

Well, Chrissie.

That wasn't his fault.

How come you're so sure?

What about Samantha?

Why have you all got it in for poor Jack?

Oh, it's Jack now, is it?

Lizzie, keep your eyes on the road.

Well, apart from Alan's grazed elbow, it doesn't look like there's any serious

damage done.

Can you move this way for me, Lizzie?

A collar, please, staff nurse.

You've got a whiplash injury, Lizzie.

You're going to be sore for a couple of weeks.

You're a flaming liability, isn't she, Doctor?

Well, I've seen some nasty accidents involving scooters.

You were lucky this time.

If there was a lorry coming the other way, it would have been a different

Come on, Lizzie. Keys.

No way, Dad.

Sorry, Lizzie.

For the moment, it looks like your scooter days are over.

Never mind.

I can give you a lift home.

It's been a while since I've been at Cravenet, but there's usually a good

here. And you can let me slaughter you at dark.

Oh, let me not tonight.

Thanks anyway.

Mum.

You could have told me they were seeing each other.

They're not.

Well, I couldn't have run faster if I'd set him on fire. I mean, do I ever sign

on my head saying Stella Davenport, sad and desperate spinster at this parish?

Well, I would invite you out with us.

I thought I could trust you with Frankie.

Guides on her?

Oh, please, Meryl. If they spend another night in on me, I'll end up chewing the

mattress.

OK, then.

But you're buying.

The woman's obviously intelligent.

Why put up with this level of abuse?

She mustn't realise she has other options.

Well, no, if he's conditioned her into thinking that she provokes his

then she might not.

Men like that just take a woman's self -esteem and they can just crush it.

Yeah, that's right.

Better to live alone, I say, than in an unloving, abusive relationship.

Gordon, you should try telling that to one of my patients. Her husband has just

left her with a prem baby and a 14 -year -old daughter to contend with and left

her practically destitute overnight.

Yeah. Well, I suppose Sylvia's got the same problem.

Where would she go?

What would she live on?

Look, I know you're intertainted for going all guns blazing, but something

kept them together for a very long time, OK?

That's why she's still there.

I know.

I think all you can do is reassure her that you will be there for her if she

changes her mind.

I suppose I'll have to let it go.

I'll buy it off you.

Got 50 quid in ready there, have you?

No, I'm here.

Dad, can you walk around if anyone's interested?

Aye, aye.

Alan, wheelchair, quick!

It's her own ride, is it here? Don't worry, we'll get him for you.

Come on.

Almost there.

Well, I felt like a right lemon.

I mean, he turned me down flat.

Oh, not to worry.

There's plenty of fun to be had in life for an independent woman of means.

Like what?

Well, you only have yourself to think about.

If you choose to go to the smartest hotel in town and order six vodka

in a row, there's no -one to complain or raise an eyebrow.

Oh, it sounds like one of those drinks in the movies.

It's a cocktail.

Vodka, vermouth, a twist of lemon. It's delicious.

You should try one sometime.

No, something rather cool to tell me you could come home.

And you suddenly remembered your ailing parent was in hospital.

Good of you to take an interest.

So, if this nurse has put your things together, we can leave.

Wasn't your watch, Mother?

Well, I had to take it off for the operation.

Your rings!

My fingers were swollen. I had to remove them. Did you put them in my case

still? I didn't see any jewellery.

The nurse has simply helped herself.

Excuse me, I've done no such thing.

That's a nonsense.

You're making a fool of yourself, Gloria.

Nurses are notorious for preying on the vulnerable.

Especially when their patients are a little bewildered.

Excuse me, but you can't go chucking accusations around like that. It's

Do you know I could take you to court for this?

What on earth is all this about, nurse?

This nurse has stolen my mother's valuables.

I demand to talk to whoever runs this hospital.

What's happened to you, Sylvia? I just found her, like this.

I must have fallen. I can't remember.

He did this, didn't he?

Tell them, Mum. I can't remember.

Stop lying. Stop protecting them, for once. Look, I know you're upset, Andy. I

understand.

Staff, take him through to the examination room, please.

And prepare 250 milligrams of aminophylline for IV injection.

I'm not leaving her.

Please, Andy.

I'll take care of you, Mother.

I promise.

I have confidence in the integrity of my staff.

We have never once had an instance of theft in my hospital.

Your mother must have mislaid her jewellery.

It was her spectacles last night and they were right on the cabinet beside

You must know she's ever so slightly forgetful.

Just like a daughter?

No. Well, I'm sorry.

But if my mother was lying in hospital after an operation...

I'd be there waiting for her to wake up, but you, well, you just disappear, and

then when you finally do arrive, all you're bothered about is the jewellery.

No, that's enough.

You insolent wretch.

How dare you speak to me in that tone? And how dare you accuse me of being

-fingered? I've never touched a thing that wasn't mine. No, outside, if you

please.

I'll deal with you in a minute.

You've made a final mess of your face.

There are still some slivers of glass embedded.

Well, can you attempt a plastic repair?

I will do my utmost.

But I'm not a medical worker. There will be some facial scarring, I'm afraid.

Clean her up.

Repair her for theatre, please.

Nurse Davenport.

I was rather hoping that your time at Ashfordly General would cure you of the

tiresome habit of speaking out before you engage your brain.

I'm sorry, Matron.

But I'm not being blamed for something I haven't done.

Your ability to communicate with patients is part of what makes you such

excellent nurse.

But you have to apply discretion.

Remember.

A good nurse keeps a professional demeanour and her opinions to herself at

times.

Yes, Matron.

Sorry, Matron.

You may return to the ward.

Tell the nursing staff that they're to make themselves available in Fawcett

immediately. Yes, Matron.

Half an inch higher.

and we'd have been removing the remains of her eye.

And how has Bryn did this to her?

I suspect she did not acquire these injuries by falling down the stairs.

That's what some men treat women.

Makes you sick.

Cut, please, staff nurse.

I kept telling her he'd go too far, but she wouldn't do anything about it.

We've telephoned your father.

But you've seen what he's done to her.

Did you actually witness the assault, Andy?

I came in, I found her like that.

He's always laying into her.

The other day at the school party, he went for a then for smiling at you. You

saw the state she was in the day after.

I'm sorry, I can't comment on that.

You've got to help.

You could prove that it was him, that he's done it before.

You could get him put away for this. Unless your mother is willing to make a

formal complaint or identify her assailant, the police won't be able to

They'll let him get away with it?

If your mother is adamant that this is just a nasty accident, they won't be

able to take it any further.

I'm sorry, Andy.

Thanks, Doctor.

I need some fresh air.

Will you get me when she wakes up?

All this fuss, Gloria. I hope you're thoroughly ashamed of yourself.

Sister Bridget, if you could empty your apron pockets for me, please.

I will, Matron, but I object in the strongest possible terms.

Thank you, Sister.

Next.

Can't see Marianne faithful with a leg full of gravel and a trough on her neck.

I hate to say it, Dad, but you were right.

No, don't worry, love.

I think I've got a buyer for it anyway.

Really? Same price I paid for it? Aye, near enough.

Oh,

sorry!

More haste, less speed, as my mother used to say.

No, don't. I'll give you that.

Is there something in here you don't want me to see?

I was going to sell them at the pawn shop on the front, but I was too scared

get caught and never got a chance to put them back.

Why take things that don't belong to you?

The old lady looked like she could afford it.

They were just sitting there in a dish.

I thought she wouldn't miss them or she could buy some more.

What were you going to do with the money?

Buy stuff for the baby, pay the rent.

I'm sorry, I was only trying to help my mum.

Don't call the police, please.

She really can't manage without me.

for life, the doctor said.

She's had to have an operation to get the glass out of her face.

She should watch how much she drinks. I warned her to be more careful.

Who wants to be man enough to admit it?

You can't see her.

You'd be arrested. I told the doctor everything.

Did you know?

You reckon the police will have you?

You get sent to prison for what you've done.

And who do you think they'll believe?

The head marketer?

Or the boy who's always suffered from an overactive imagination?

Grow up, Andy.

You've always been a mummy's boy, haven't you?

You'll never be able to lay a finger on her in prison.

You need to go near her again.

Find Mr. Rose and stuff. That's Taylor.

Tell them I need them standing by with emergency out next hayline and clear the

theatre.

Andy?

It's only me.

Let me help him, Andy.

Stay away.

No.

He may die if you don't let me get to him.

Good.

Let him die.

Please.

I'm a doctor.

I can't just walk away.

He doesn't deserve to live.

He's ruined my mother's life.

He took my childhood away from me.

The only time he ever laid a finger on me was to beat me.

He's still your father.

I can help you, Annie.

But not until you've let me help your father first.

Please.

For your mother's sake.

Before it's too late.

These are the items you've been looking for? Oh, yes.

In the absence of a ward domestic, there's obviously been some confusion.

Your mother must have placed them in here when her dressing was changed.

If that is the case, why has it taken so long to find them?

I'm afraid my nurses have been busy attempting to save lives.

Something you'd like to say, Gloria?

I apologise.

Apology accepted.

Stella and I will be waiting outside.

When you've tidied up the mess you've made, you'd better take me home.

Thank you, Rachel.

The pressure's way down.

Did you even get a tube down getting ventilated?

Get me a chest set, staff nurse and a scalpel. I shall need to open them up

see if I can stop this bleeding.

A thoracotomy?

If you have a better idea, Doctor, then tell me about it.

to be a pretty sight, am I?

I'd look shocking now, but your face will heal in time.

I'm going to be scarred.

That's what the doctor said.

He's done what he wanted.

He's marked me for life.

Your husband?

I've had enough.

All these years, all this pain.

I can't live like this any longer.

I want to tell the police what he's done.

I can do that, can't I?

You can.

Is Andy still here?

I need to see him.

What?

What is it?

What's wrong?

Mr. Rose?

Hopeless.

Hopeless. He never stood a chance.

The upper wound was straight to the heart. The blow completely opened the

superior. Veena gave up.

Well, that's it, I'm afraid.

If you care to do the necessary, stop this.

We did everything we could, Sylvia.

I'm so very sorry.

Don't cry, Mum, please.

He doesn't deserve it. No, Andy, you killed your father.

I just wanted to make it stop.

They'll send you to prison.

Don't cry, Mum, please.

I should have left him a long time ago.

We're going to be all right.

Sorry, Mum.

What am I going to do?

I've lost both of you.

I can't bear it.

It's time to go, Andy.

The police are here. No, please, Doctor.

Take it.

I'm sorry.

I love you, Mum.

There'll be support from Welfare Benefits.

and has come from the hospital hardship fund, which will pay the rent and cover

your living expenses while you're with the baby at Ashfordly.

Thank you so much.

And when you and the baby are fit, we'll be able to take you on as a domestic.

You'll keep the job open for me?

And in the meantime, Alison has volunteered to help us out.

She's never volunteered for anything in her life.

Evenings and weekends, homework permitting.

Poor kid, eh?

His poor mother.

Fancy a game of darts later? Me and Jeff versus you and Frankie.

What, so Della can keep school?

Well, thanks for the charitable offer, girls, but I'm busy tonight.

I've got myself a date.

Well, you didn't waste any time.

What's his name?

Who says you have to have a man to have any fun?

See ya.

Hello.

I'm so glad you could join me, my dear.

I owe you an apology, at least, for my daughter's disgraceful behaviour.

Oh, it's OK.

I never dared walk in here before. I thought I'd get chucked out not being

enough.

There's no such thing, Stella.

It's all about attitude and style.

Oh, thank you.

Feels funny, though, without a bloke.

I mean, I've never sat in a bar unless I've been on a date or with me dad.

But what could be more pleasant than two ladies enjoying a convivial evening

together? And there's nothing or no -one to prevent them from enjoying the

scenery.

It's me!

I still have eyes in my head, my dear.

Here's to you, Stella, and to the single life. I'll drink to that.

Your carriage away.

What are you doing with my scooter?

My scooter now.

I bought it off you.

I thought you said you couldn't afford it.

I'll give you a quid a week.

And we've got a little book drawn up so you can keep track.

And you're a woman of means now, or you will be once you get divorced, so you

can afford to help a friend in need. And I'll give you a lift home every night.

And I swore I'd never ride pillion again.

Yep.

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