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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.

No, you won't.

All right, then.

Off you go.

Bye. Bye.

Will you do this?

Top of the line, I think.

OK, then.

I'll drop you here if that's okay. I've got a meeting in Ashfordly.

Oh? District Health Authority, all morning.

Right. Well, um, thank you for the lift.

Are you free this evening?

Sorry? How about dinner?

I can't just rearrange things.

My daughter... I'll pay for the babysitter.

I'd really like to take you out, Catherine. I want to make up for things.

I can pick you up.

Just let me know.

Well, Dr Weatherill's not doing house calls at the moment.

Another lady doctor will visit.

Thank you. Bye -bye.

Home visit for you, Doctor.

Sounded in a right pith, running from a thorn bot.

Crag -top spout farm.

By yak.

Crag -top spout? Where on earth's that?

Search me. My dad should know.

Hello,

the Royal.

I need to see a doctor.

Excuse me.

Oh, Catherine, it looks like this chap needs casualty.

Right. You must come with me.

Dad, you can deal with Craig Toppout.

Who? Over there.

Nice bike accident, Doctor.

Bring him through.

Very smart taxi service this morning, Catherine.

Just a silly joke.

Yes, that's clearing up nicely.

The eye looks fine, too.

Which is good.

So, how's the pain?

It's not too bad, Doctor.

Would I be going home today?

Yes, well, I think we need to keep an eye on you for a little longer.

You're too impatient for your own good, Harold.

Exactly what I always tell him.

It's not that I don't like it here.

It's just...

All right, just take it easy, Harold.

Jingles, I'm afraid, can be very nasty.

The virus has really taken it out of him. Yes, well, I'm more worried about

emphysema. That cough of his seems to be getting worse.

Just, um... Just keep a close watch on him, will you, sir?

Well, I think you'd better have an X -ray to be on the safe side.

I'll give you an X -ray form and just take it to Ashfordly General.

Thanks. I'll take you to the ambulance.

I mean, what's Carnegie playing at?

How are we supposed to run a hospital without an x -ray machine?

Well, you may be trying to get a new one this morning.

Who told you that?

Um, I know it's got to do with the health authority.

I'm wondering if Carnegie has any intention of getting us a new x -ray

Well, you must realise we can't function without one for very long.

Well, I suspect the DHA would be only too happy to close us down.

Remember the beetle theory?

As in John, Paul, George and Ringo?

No, as in insect with a damaged leg.

Well, you remove one leg, and now the beetle can't walk straight.

So you remove another leg, just to even things up.

But now the beetle moves too slowly.

So you kill it.

You think the DHA plan to chop your legs off?

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I'm responsible to the trust for this hospital. If there are plans for

they'll have me to contend with.

You must find our squabbles about resources a little bit indulgent.

It's a primitive state of medicine in Africa.

Surprisingly, we also expect our hospitals to have x -ray machines.

Why?

He just happened to drive past your house. Probably the one.

It's true.

But he has asked me out to dinner tonight.

Has he indeed?

So what's the problem?

I don't know.

We're so different, him and Mary. It's complicated.

He doesn't even want her to be seen together in public.

And anyway, no one here seems to like him.

Yeah, but I bet your heart raced when he asked you out, though.

Mrs. Robb, you're next for Dr. Omrod.

Good morning.

Ah, Lizzie.

Could you get hold of Mr Carnegie at the District Health Authority for me,

please? Thanks.

This way.

Hello, the Royal.

Oh, Doctor.

I've written some directions as well to get to the farm, and there's a map.

Thank you. OK.

I'm up into deepest, darkest Yorkshire. Oh. Wish me luck.

Sorry, slow down.

You're saying someone's bleeding badly.

Shall I take it, Lizzie?

Hello, this is Dr Goodwin.

Can you slow down and tell me what happened?

He fell.

From his ladder.

Be quick, please.

Not bad.

Considering it's been made with tea bugs.

They used to serve proper tea, you know.

Oh, aye. And I expect the food was better then and all, eh?

Harold was born at the Royal, you know.

How were that?

A lifetime member, eh?

Eh, Sybil? That's right.

Wow, actually born here, eh?

You just keep still, will you?

Quite right, Sybil. You tell him. Keep your husband yours in order, eh?

I have to keep it tight.

Trevor, our window cleaner, he fell from the bedroom window. Look what my

husband's done for a day.

Hello there, Trevor. I'm Dr. Goodwin.

Okay, that glass is buried deep in his arm.

He's lost a lot of blood. We're going to set him.

I was,

um... I was talking to Adam the other day. Adam?

Adam Carling, what about?

Well, do you know, I think we might have got him wrong. I mean...

He's having to deal with the reality, isn't he? Yes, well, the reality is the

blasted man's left us without an X -ray machine.

Well, he could be arguing for that at the DHA now, for all we know. I mean, I

really don't think he'd all that well.

Dr. Elmer, Mr.

Roper's having breathing problems.

Right, I'm on my way. All right, Harold.

Sit forward.

Right,

oxygen, please.

OK, Harold, just try and keep calm.

OK.

All right, Harold. Now, relax. This will help.

No.

Won't be long now, Trevor.

Thank you.

Well, that seems to have done the trick.

Just let the nurses know if you feel another attack coming on, all right?

Oh, thank you.

You gave me a right turn there.

Should I move him to a side ward?

No, no, no. He needs an x -ray first.

Come on in. See me, Gordon.

Ah, you're back.

Yes, this is Hal Roper.

He has a chronic chest condition.

He needs an x -ray. It seems possible.

Mr Roper, how are you feeling? They're treating you well, I trust?

Oh, nothing but the best at the Royal.

Absolutely true.

My office. Five minutes.

Can you wiggle your fingers?

I think so.

Have him prepped for theatre, please, lass.

I shall have to explore and repair his brachial artery.

You'll lose the arm unless you remove the glass and patch up the damage.

Rather strange climbing a ladder with no shoes on.

You were right. I took my laces out. They must have come off when I fell off.

You've no underpants then either.

I got up in a hurry this morning.

I'm surprised at you, Gordon.

airing grievances in front of a patient.

That's unprofessional.

I wasn't airing grievances.

Mr Rogan needs an X -ray.

So what do I do?

Harvey, I'm going to take him to Ashfordly General.

Ah, and when's our new machine going to be delivered?

It won't.

My God, sir, it's true.

The DHA are running a stand for closure.

I'm afraid that is the plan, yes.

And presumably you have argued against it.

We can't supply 24 -hour acute care here.

Ashfordly General's large enough to develop that facility. It makes sense

resources to go there.

We're not here to supply 24 -hour acute care.

We're here for our patients.

Ask Mr Rowley if he'd rather be treated here at the Royal or miles away in

Ashfordly.

I'll fight this.

And I'll fight you if necessary.

I'm going to stop this idiocy one way or another.

Nasty.

People really shouldn't climb ladders unless they can stay on them.

Crag tops boat farm.

The signpost, it doesn't point anywhere.

They were put like that for Germans, it were.

Confuse them like, in case they come here.

Sorry?

Hitler, his lot.

We showed them off.

Spitfires, hurricanes,

we fight them on beaches.

Yes, yes indeed.

Excuse me.

Another suture, please, nurse.

Thank you.

Now that should do the trick.

Cut, please.

Circulation seems fine.

When you get him back in the ward, put his arm up in elevation for 24 hours,

please, nurse.

Keep him in for a day or two for observation.

No. Oh, no, no. You're miles out, Dr Macquarie.

No, you'll just stay where you are.

Right, OK.

Lizzie, will you get Alan to cover for me?

Don't you get lost at all.

Quite the busy lad, isn't he?

About at all.

You reckon?

Now, Steve, another word, please.

Don't mind us.

I've booked a table for tonight at 7 .30, if that's OK.

Well, I'm not sure. I don't usually go out in the week. Come on. I promise I

won't make you stay up late.

All right.

I think I can get a babysitter.

Great.

He just caved in.

He made no attempt to stop it at all? Not whatsoever. He just glibly accepted

the fact that the hospital would close.

We don't know that for sure. We weren't there, were we? Exactly. All this behind

our back. We're the doctors. We treat the patients. And yet Carnegie makes all

the decisions for us without a buy or leave.

To be fair, it is a DHA decision. What can we do?

We make our voice heard.

Where am I?

In hospital, Travis.

Well now, Harold.

You're feeling better now, sister, aren't you, Harold?

Good.

But I'm sorry. We're going to have to disturb you.

Harold needs an X -ray, so he's going to have to go to Ashfordly.

But how will I get there?

The ambulance will take you.

Customer for Ashfordly General.

Don't you worry.

Sister will go with you. You can have your X -ray and then just come straight

back.

The natives seem very curious.

Aye. Well, they're not used to strangers up here.

Follow me.

I travelled in the mountain, travelled down in the valley.

Well, I travelled in the mountain, travelled down in the valley. Well, I

travelled in the mountain, travelled down in the valley. Well, I'm just a

traveller at home.

Oh, sing me, I'm just a lonely and a lonesome traveller.

What do you want?

Not buying out.

Not selling out.

The doctor.

Doctors don't wear brown coats.

Not me, this lady here.

Dr. Macquarie, I'm standing in for Dr. Wetherill.

Your son, Tom, is ill?

A bad sore throat?

Aye, yeah. The wife called up hours ago.

Oh, I had a problem finding you. You're well off the beaten track.

I thought you darkies were good at following trails and that.

This particular darkie is more used to following the trails through London.

I can tell that by its shoes.

You best come in.

It's the doctor for Tom, love.

Last I heard, they were sending a lady doctor.

Aye, well, you've got a lady doctor.

You never have.

No, not me.

Oh, you daft ape.

She's called Dr Macaroni.

Dr Macquarie.

Aye, that's right.

Been lost out on moors for hours.

And in them shoes and all.

Have you had something to eat?

Er, no.

Is this Tom?

You must be starving.

I'll be with them all the time, Sybil. Don't you worry.

Right. Wait with Mr. Roper while he has his x -ray and then we'll be back. No

problem.

See you later then, love. Yes.

I'll be waiting for you, Harold.

His temperature's up.

Open wide, Tom.

And say, ah, please, ah.

It's definitely a throat infection, and it may develop into tonsillitis.

I'll give you some aspirin for him.

Dissolve one aspirin in warm water.

Gargle and swallow it three times. Times a day.

Can't do without going hungry.

What you need's the right good fry up.

Well, it's been a while since breakfast.

I'm a bit famished.

Oh, homegrown old fam.

Well, when I say famished, you know, actually, I mean, um, peckish.

Biscuit would do me, or, uh, regret.

Nothing for me, if that's all right. Don't you eat proper food?

I suppose you lot eat.

Coconuts and the like.

No, I just don't want to eat you out of house and home.

Hey, lass.

You said you'd have enough to eat.

That's outside, Tom. What's mine, thine? Tuck in.

Right.

Perhaps just a wee bit for me, then.

They're going to close us. It's a disgrace.

We'll all lose our jobs.

I can't believe it.

We've always had the royal in Elsinby.

I don't know how I'm going to manage. No job, no money.

What will I have to offer anybody now?

Just slightly less than you did before.

It's all right for Carnegie. He'll find a new job, no problem.

Come along, everyone. There's work to be done.

Not for much longer, by the looks of it.

I share your feelings, Alan, but the patients still come first.

You'll have to discuss this in your own time, I'm afraid.

Don't fall back.

We've had ours.

Stolen the flaming crows. What?

Clean up me mind, Doctor.

Emergency call. Woman having a baby up on Bradley Moor.

Sorry. We have to go.

You don't need a doctor for a baby, so it's no different to a cow slipping a

calf. It'll be a difficult birth. It could be a breach.

Well, it's no problem. You just stick your hand up.

Yes, I do know the procedure.

Get him to bed.

He should be OK in a couple of days.

Thanks, Ken.

Did he behave himself?

He didn't leave, Mr Roper.

Now, Sybil, he was feeling a bit tired, so they've just kept him in overnight.

What? It's nothing to worry about, Sybil.

But he'll be lost on his own.

And I'm not going to visit him. There's only two buses a day.

It's just for one night.

Tell you what, I'll drive you over in the morning. You can see how he is.

In the meantime, why don't I take you back home?

Long day.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Do you fancy a drink?

Why not?

Hang on, let me just get mine back.

I left it in here.

I was in such a hurry to get away.

I've left it up at that farm.

Oh, well, never mind. You can get it tomorrow.

No, my door keys are in there. I'll have to go now.

Perhaps we can have a drink afterwards.

I tell you what, why don't you jump in and I'll take you up there now.

How are you feeling?

OK.

Couldn't be better.

Wake up, find a beautiful girl holding your hand. What more could you ask? I

suspect you've had your hand held a bit too often.

How can you say that?

Are you cheeky, monkey?

Excuse me.

Oh, Trevor.

Harry, who are you?

Mrs Harcourt.

Well, he fell from our house.

Is he all right?

Yes, he's fine.

But I'm sure he'd love a visitor. Excuse me.

Oh, Trevor.

I was so worried.

Come in, both of you.

I can guess why you're here, Dr. Macroni.

Thank you so much.

How is he?

Still poorly.

We tried to get him to go up to his bed, but he didn't want to go.

Does Roger know you're here?

I don't care about him.

It's you I want.

I love you, Trevor.

Joshua, for goodness sake.

You know, I think he suspects something.

They'll work it out soon enough.

If I've decided, I'm going to tell him I'm leaving him.

And then we can go off, start a new life somewhere together.

What? Down south, anywhere.

If he finds out what's been going on, we're both free. Nobody will ever come

between us again, my love, I promise.

Excuse me.

I've got to check his blood pressure and redress his bandages.

And I need to talk to him. This is supposedly visiting time.

But he's lost a lot of blood and just had a very serious operation.

We have to monitor him carefully.

I suggest you come back in the morning.

Thanks.

She's a bit emotional.

I think she feels guilty about the accident.

Pull the other one.

A window cleaner with no underpants and then suddenly a concerned housewife

shows up.

When do you think I was born, eh?

There's a focus of infection in the apex of the left lung, isn't there? And he's

running quite a temperature.

Why didn't you call us or bring him to the hospital?

But we gave him the aspirin, like he said, for his sore throat.

We've done everything right.

What do you think?

Acute tonsillitis or a peritonsil abscess, possibly.

We need to get him into the Royal.

She made all the running.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I didn't even know she were married till after we'd first... You

So you didn't know if his razor in the bathroom and his shoes in the bedroom?

Yeah. But you carried on once you did know, though, didn't you?

That's my job.

Cleaning windows, I mean. I can't afford to lose business.

So what happened today, then?

Something came back unexpected.

I had to get out a bedroom window fast.

I flipped, lost my footing and fell.

That'll teach you.

Yeah, but she's talking about leaving him and running off with me.

I don't want all that.

You know, you need to find your own girlfriend.

Someone your own age.

Is the knife here?

Yeah.

The food is great.

Madame?

Oh, um...

I think the lady's still undecided, but I'll have the penne alla carbonara,

please.

Er, the, erm... The spaghetti, I think.

Which one, madame?

Oh, erm... The, er, the ali vongole in Bianca is lovely.

The vongole.

Erm, I'd like that.

Bene.

Grazie.

Clams here are really fresh.

Sorry?

Clams.

In your spaghetti bongoli.

Is that okay?

Oh, yeah.

Of course, yeah.

Salute.

I'm really glad you came.

The doctors need to examine

your son, get him settled in.

Why don't you go with Sister Bridget and have a cup of tea?

We did what the doctor said.

No -one's blaming you, Mr Worthley.

Straight through this way.

Mr and Mrs Worthley, that's it.

Well, I think we'd get us some clean pyjamas.

Given the X -ray position, would you like me to arrange his transfer?

Not at the moment. The first priority is to bring his temperature down.

Should we start him on course of penicillin?

Yes, and we need a full blood count and blood and throat cultures.

I'll get the side ward ready.

I feel dreadful.

I really missed something here, didn't I?

If I hadn't forgotten my bag... Hey, come on.

You couldn't have known.

Thanks very much for this evening.

A pleasure is all mine. I've really enjoyed myself.

Would you like to come in? I mean...

For a cup of coffee, I mean.

I'm afraid that the house isn't very tidy.

Another time, perhaps. I've got so much paperwork I need to read before

tomorrow.

Yeah,

of course.

Good night.

Good night.

Sorry is just not good enough.

I couldn't blame you if you hurt me now.

Stick your moniker on there, love.

Very good.

Ah, what a terrific idea. Everyone who's come in so fast put the name down.

Well, let me put mine on this.

I appreciate your concerns, gentlemen, but we are on working hours now.

We'll hand that to him later.

Should put a smile on his face.

Dr.

Ormerod!

Can I help you, love?

No.

It's all right.

Are you sure?

Oh, yes. You're all very busy.

I'll get the bus to Ashfordly.

Better, then.

Not much change yet, I'm afraid.

Well, you have to stay on here a bit longer, then.

I'm waiting for his test results, and then I'll decide what's best to do next.

Excuse me.

Morning, Alan. Morning, Lizzie.

You look happy.

Oh, I was born to more like it, being allowed to come in so late like this.

Jill, can I have a word? Yes.

It's Tom Woodley. Doctor, can you, er...

Oh, Alan.

He's not responding to penicillin.

I just don't know what else to do.

Right. Here you are.

Your lab results.

Oh, thanks. Well, come on then. Let's have a look, shall we?

Fusobacterium necrophorium, that's a bacterial infection. Has he had any

contact with animals recently?

Those pigs.

They let them run in and out of the house all the time.

Right, well, I seem to recall a case like this when I was first working here.

Lenier's disease, I think.

Lenier's.

Oh, hello.

Patient developed fever.

Swollen neck, lung,

abscesses, and septicemia. Without early diagnosis, it can be fatal.

Thank goodness we've identified it.

What did you do to treat it last time?

It was another doctor's case. We should have his notes on file somewhere, I

hope. Did the patient recover?

It was too late, as I recall.

Sibyl. Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was just waiting for the next bus.

It'll be ours.

Did I not hear Dr. Omarad say he'd give you a lift?

Yes, but I don't want to be a nuisance.

Oh, I've never heard such nonsense.

You come on in with me and have a cup of tea. Come on.

I'm afraid the tests show Tom has a serious bacterial infection.

Well, why didn't you know that before?

Lemmy is very rare, Mr. Worsley.

He may have picked it up from one of your pigs or sheep.

Yes, frankly, the hygiene on your farm is less than satisfactory.

Our farm's as clean as anyone's.

Sorry, I didn't mean it was your fault.

It's just, it's likely that your animals are carrying the bacteria.

Meantime, we'll continue with the penicillin and put Tom on a course of

metronidazole as well.

We'll be giving him some medicine to get rid of the infection.

We'll know if he's responded in a day or so, OK?

Well, surely the DHA can't ignore this.

No, but neither are they likely to be swayed by sentiment.

There's nothing sentimental about keeping a good hospital open.

Well, there is if it takes funds from a better, more up -to -date option.

We're not dinosaurs.

We signed it because we believe it remains a better option.

Actually, only half the doctors signed it.

Mr Rose didn't, and, um... I don't see Jill's name.

Mr Rose is a visiting surgeon, and Jill... Well, Jill hasn't had a chance

Really?

Bloody man.

Talk about the enemy within.

Ah, Jill.

Good. Finish silence, please.

Oh, right.

I'm not sure I should, actually.

Why not?

Well, I'm due to be taking some leave soon.

Now, that doesn't mean you can't express your opinion, Jill.

Um, could we have a moment, do you think? Sorry, excuse us, Major.

Um...

Adam mentioned an OBS and gynae post has opened up at Ashfordly, and I thought

that I might apply for it.

I'm sorry, I'm obviously taking it for granted that you were going to come back

here after the baby.

Go on, listen to me. It's taken a long time for me to feel comfortable about

this baby, but I'm happy about it now.

But I'm not ready to give up the old me. I want to carry on working, and this

job would be good for my career. It's a great opportunity, plus it has regular

hours, much easier with a baby.

How come you spoke to Carnegie about this but never once to me?

I know, and I'm sorry about that. And of course I don't want the room to close.

I just... I'm just not sure about my future here.

OK?

Let me sign it.

Dr. Almaraz?

Sibyl's here.

Oh, yes, Sibyl, of course.

I'll be straight through.

Right.

Oh, dear.

I haven't hurt you, have I?

I've decided to finish with her. I don't care if I do lose all my clients.

Well, I'm very glad to hear that.

You know you mentioned me finding a girl of my own age?

Did I?

I was wondering if you'd like to... Oh, God, he's going to kill me.

This is the visiting time. Don't give a damn.

Explain. I don't know what you're on about.

I think I'd see you.

Lousy! Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

I love him!

Tell Harold I'm looking forward to seeing him again soon, all right?

Urgent call from Ashley General for you, Doctor.

Right.

I'm sorry about this, Sybil.

Out of the way, nurse. He's going to get what's coming to him.

Get him out of my hospital, Ken.

Yeah, and out of my life.

And her. I want them both off the premises now.

Come on.

From what I hear, you need to mend your ways, young man.

You need to mend your underpants as well.

Yes,

I'm sure you did.

Thank you.

What is it?

Harold Roper died in his sleep an hour ago.

Aren't we all now, Doctor?

Sybil.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

We barely spent a night apart.

And she came back from Flanders.

I should have been with him.

He shouldn't have had to die on his own.

There were people with him, Sibyl.

But not people he knew and loved.

This is where my Harold wanted to die.

Where he was born.

Would you like to see him?

I want him brought over from Asperley and placed in our chapel of rest.

Of course, I will arrange that.

This should never have happened.

Gordon, he would have died whether our X -ray machine was working or not. But at

least his wife would have been with him.

That would have been solace to both of them.

You know, that's what hospitals like this do, Mr. Carnegie.

We care for whole families throughout their lives.

And if you don't understand that, well, you don't understand anything.

Temperature's almost normal and the swelling's down.

You gave us a real fright, Tom.

Once he's a little bit stronger, we'll arrange for a chest X -ray, but his

are definitely clearing.

We're right grateful for all you've done, Dr Macaroni.

Macquarie, we brought you a little gift to thank you for all your trouble.

Thank you.

Most kind.

I think this would be best off in the fridge.

Wouldn't it?

Yes, that's a good idea.

See you later, Tom.

Make a good Sunday dinner, that.

Thank you so much for your help in there.

What with the chicken.

Yes, and the patient.

Been told you're going home.

Oh, er... I got these for you.

Is he getting dressed?

You're decent.

I hardly recognise you with your trousers on.

I was trying to tell you about finding a girl my own age.

Oh, yeah?

Well, do you fancy going to the pictures or going for a drink?

No chance. You must be joking.

All right. Yes, I will.

Why do knife girls always go for toe rags like that?

An age -old question, Alan.

Goodbye, love.

I pray the Lord will let us be together again one day.

On behalf of the Royal, I'd like to offer all our condolences.

Are you the young man who's taken over from Mr Middleditch?

I am, yes.

Well, Harold never had very much, but he did have a little bit put by

to help with your fun.

Four pounds, ten shillings.

It's not a lot, I know, but...

It is in appreciation for everything that the Royal has done for our family.

Thank you.

I just helped to pay for the hospital clothes.