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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 all right.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

My name is Jack and I live in the back of the Greta Garbo home. With friends I

will remember wherever I may roam.

And my name's Jack and I live in the back of the Greta

Garbo home for wayward boys and girls.

Careful, this is delicate.

Oh, it's very clutch.

Watch out!

I could have killed you then. Could have done for me and all,

a shock like that.

I can't find her.

You can't find who?

Margaret. I can't find Margaret.

Ken, he's a bit... What's your name?

Margaret.

Anything interesting in there, Doctor?

No, Sister.

It's an article on the war in Biafra.

Oh, that's a terrible business.

It's a humanitarian disaster.

So many people starving to death.

Hmm.

It seems they're desperate for people to help.

I know.

There's Irish missionaries out there already.

And the Send One Ship Appeal has raised a huge amount of money back home.

A quarter of a million pound in aid.

It's amazing, isn't it?

What ordinary people can do to help their fellow man.

Elderly man in casualty, Doctor. Ken picked him up in the front.

Thank you, Nastine.

He just stepped out in front of the van, Doctor. I think he's a bit confused.

Mr Wilkinson, it's Dr Goodwin.

You've been brought in to the Royal.

Thanks, Ken. Margaret.

Where's Margaret?

Who's Margaret?

His late wife.

Okay, Alf, let's see what you've done for yourself, shall we?

Could you call Janet Wilkinson for me, his daughter? Her number's in his notes.

Is it possible you might type these letters up for me, Olivia, please?

I'll see what I can do.

Have you seen this, Mr Carnegie?

Seems the cat's out of the bag.

He won't be able to close this down quietly after all.

Well, it was a matter of time, Gordon. You've seen the statistics. You know

place is no longer viable.

But what about the human cost of closing this hospital?

You can't measure everything by statistics.

I'm aware of that.

Thank you.

Trouble, Dr. Almond?

Yes. I've just had to send a ten -year -old boy with a suspected fracture

to Ashfordly General.

Now, if we can't operate as a fully working hospital, they may as well close

down tomorrow.

The battle is far from over, Doctor. The Middleditch Trust has been providing

health care for the people of Elsonby since long before the NHS was thought

It doesn't intend to stop now.

Oh, well. We may still have a surprise or two for Mr Carnegie.

Doctor, chip shop in the high street is on fire. Owner was trapped inside.

Ambulance is bringing him into casualty. Nasty burns, apparently.

Right. Thanks, Lizzie.

Temperature's up to 100.

His pyjamas are a bit wet. I think he's had an accident.

Janice will be here soon.

Janice?

Doctor.

How did you hurt your head, Alf?

Janice.

I'm a burden to her.

Sorry.

But I'm out with Sanderson's stationary buyer tonight.

All work and no play.

We were going to the pictures.

Maybe tomorrow, Puppet.

I'll be in touch.

He's not messing you about, is he, Liddy?

He's a busy man.

Liddy.

You remember that painting by Lunderset I got you when you were little?

I think it's the same painting as this.

The place went up like a torch. He's lucky you didn't go with it.

Blood pressure's rather high, 170 over 100.

Right.

Right.

See if you can catch Mr Rose before he leaves, please.

There's been a rapid acceleration in his dementia since I saw him last.

Well, that's his chest clear.

Let's run an ECG in case he's had a small MI, examine a sample of his water

send an MSU for cultural sensitivity.

And he's more than due for a hot bath.

Margaret.

Where's Margaret?

Where the heck's his daughter?

On her way.

Didn't even realise he'd gone, apparently.

Let me know if you fear anything, Mr Granger.

Marvellous.

Tickety -boo.

Partial thickness burns.

Should heal perfectly well, given treatment.

You won't need surgery.

Let it be spared the rigours of the burns unit.

Over to you, Dr Romeron.

Thank you.

Well, we'll get these burns dressed and get you straight through to the ward.

It's good news, Mr Granger.

There's a pub down by the harbour that does a local speciality.

The boot and shoes famous pie and peas. Yeah, well, I know it well.

Would you like to join me this evening?

I get a little bit tired of my own company in the flat. I'm more than tired

being the centre of attention when I do venture out.

Sure, that sounds nice.

I'd like to pick your brains, actually.

How about Africa?

Oh, really?

Yeah.

There's this charity, and they're looking for experienced doctors and

work in Biafra.

Biafra?

And you're thinking of going?

Well, people are dying out there every day, and we think it's enough to throw a

few shillings into a collection walk.

I'm young enough.

There's nothing to really keep me here.

I could be out there, making a real difference.

There's a war. It's a very volatile place.

Heat, famine.

All of which, they're not reasons not to go and help.

No.

Of course not.

Dr Goodwin.

I'll see you later.

How is Dad?

Nearly got himself run over.

What was he doing out on the ground?

At school.

I teach mathematics part -time.

I'll leave him with the radio for some company.

The last few days, he's more confused, unsteady on his feet.

And this deterioration was sudden.

Well, you told me it'd get worse. I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

He's in an acute confusional state, so I'd like to keep him in and carry out

some investigations.

I also noticed that he's hurt his head.

He tripped on the rug a few days ago.

Hit his head on the fireplace.

Do you think that's what's made him worse?

Did it happen while you were at work?

I can't keep my eye on him 24 hours a day.

But he wasn't in a less than hygienic condition when he was brought in.

You try looking after an incontinent man with dementia and then think about

lecturing me.

Dad, what have you been doing to yourself?

She doesn't like me.

Oh, for goodness sake, Dad, it's me.

Janice. She doesn't like me, Doctor.

No.

We had a lovely meal and then he took me home and that was that. I mean...

I don't know what I did wrong.

He's never been married, has he?

What's that got to do with it?

Well, it is. There's got to be a reason.

It can get really weird, men, if they're on their own too long.

That must be what's happened to Teddy.

Have you had a row?

Worse than that.

He's just not interested.

Sounds a bit like a friend of yours, doesn't it, Catherine?

How many hours can one man work in a week?

Well, I know we're all liberated and burning our bras, but my bra stayed

where it is since his first date.

Not that I... Letting me try.

But you haven't even done that.

You don't think you've seen someone else, do you?

It's just what my dad said.

Well, that nebuliser should help your breathing.

You've had a very lucky escape, Mr Granger.

Right, I'll see you in the morning.

Try and get some rest.

Is there anyone you'd like me to call for you, Mr Granger?

I'm sorry, I've got a little bit... That's all right. You're after having a

nasty shock.

And you're in pain.

You cry all you like.

I'll be back in a minute with your sleeping pill, all right?

Oh, you've got them, you little belter.

The white's all dried up, but the rest are OK.

Thanks very much.

I need a doctor.

Is it an emergency?

If it wasn't, I wouldn't be here, would I?

Casualty's that way, down the corridor, turn right.

Can't you see I can't walk? Stop nagging, woman.

Wait there, we'll fetch you a wheelchair.

Nurse?

Well, your breathing's better this morning, Mr Granger.

How's the pain?

It's not good.

How soon before I can get out of here?

Well, I'd say about seven to ten days.

We can't rush Mother Nature.

Anyway, you've done very well so far.

You reckon?

It's all right.

After a trauma like this, it is normal to feel down and weepy, but it does

I assure you.

I'll see you again this afternoon, and in the meantime, I'll adjust your pain

relief.

It's going to take a little time.

But you're all going to get better.

Are you sure there's no one I can call for you, Mr Granger?

I've lost my flat, my business, everything.

But you're still here to tell the tale.

That's what matters.

Just you wait.

Once you're back on your feet, you'll have that business up and running again

no time.

Why don't you splash it a bit on there?

Yeah, I'm doing my best.

Mr Middleditch's portrait hasn't been hung yet and he's due any minute.

What, he's coming today?

I spoke to him this morning.

What's the matter, Ken?

I thought you picked it up from the framers yesterday.

Well, it wasn't ready, was it?

I can hit back now if you want.

As soon as you can, please.

Go and paddle with your children, she says.

With a slice of your foot open and a broken bottle.

What kind of lout leaves a beer bottle on a beach, eh?

I suspect that fragments of broken glass have penetrated the plantar fascia.

That's the protective layer under the sole of your foot. You're going to need

operation, Mr Hope.

Let's see what the organ grinder has to say, eh, love?

Not whether it's quite correct.

You're going to need surgery.

It's hard to tell what's going on until we can stop the blood supply to your

foot. Oh, let me see the book.

Remove these children at once. You heard the doctor, Rita.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Two at home, they can be quite a handful.

We'll need an X -ray so we can locate the fragments of glass and we'll move

straight into theatre.

X -ray is still unavailable, Mr Rose.

Then it's going to be a very long one.

and arduous job.

Oh, our test results came back this morning.

The father had a urine infection, which is making his dementia much worse at the

moment. I keep him clean. I don't neglect him.

It's quite common in the elderly, but it does account for the recent

deterioration in his behaviour.

Now, as he starts to respond to the antibiotics, he should finally get back

his former self quite quickly.

You can take him home, if you feel you can cope.

We've coped her now, haven't we?

I do understand the pressure you're under.

But maybe he shouldn't be left on his own.

What am I supposed to do?

I've given up my entire life to look after him.

Blighters right up between the second and third metatarsal heads.

There's more glass in there, is there?

Proverbial needle and haystack spring to mind.

This would have been a ten -minute job if we'd had X -rays to work from.

Yes, well, I think Rachel may be plotting something where the X -ray

concerned. Really?

Good on thee, old gal.

Then I have every confidence that normal service will be resumed as soon as...

possible.

Bingo. Good afternoon, Lizzie.

You're looking as charming as ever.

Nice to see you, Mr Middleditch. We've all missed you.

The feeling is mutual, my dear.

Oh, Matron, how wonderful to see you again.

And you.

Would you like to come through to my office?

Yes, of course, of course.

What's Mr Middleditch doing here?

Didn't Matron tell you he was coming?

No. Then I wouldn't worry about it.

He was never happier than when he was in his workshop.

Making jewellery, mending watches.

What about your mother?

She died when I was a little girl.

He brought me up on his own.

He was there for me when my young man was killed in the war.

I never bothered with romance much after that.

Don't know about Stephen.

He teaches history.

He's a widower.

Dad was thrilled that I'd found an admirer at last.

An old spinster like me.

And then Dad started getting confused.

Well, it was too much to expect Stephen to take us both on, so I broke things

off between us.

But sometimes, at night, when it's just Dad and me, I hate him for what I've

lost.

Maybe... Maybe you should think about residential care.

No, he's lived in that house for 40 years.

No, I said he could stay there, and that's that.

You said I could take him home today.

Why don't you let him stay another night?

Get some rest, recharge your batteries.

I could do with a break.

Thank you, Doctor.

The Trust Fund is by no means bottomless, and...

This is a significant amount of money. It's a big responsibility.

I'll admit the sleepless nights of wondering whether I'm making the right

decisions. The circumstances couldn't be more appropriate.

This is exactly why the Trust exists.

To help our patients.

If Mr Carnegie is unwilling to act, you should authorise payment without delay.

Now then, about this painting.

Have you seen it yet? I haven't.

Then both of us are in for a surprise.

Well, look, he'll be awake in an hour or two. Why don't you take the children

back to the beach or something?

Malcolm won't let me use the car.

Malcolm always says that if women were meant to be drivers, they'd be born with

the right sort of brain.

Actually, he says any brain at all.

Cheek! My dad's teaching me. He reckons I'll be good enough to take my test

soon. I couldn't do my job without my car.

He's very strident on the subject of ladies who work, too.

Oh, right, but... You agree with him, do you?

No offence, ladies, but a man likes a feminine wife, not some career girl

always got something better to do than look after him.

Don't you think?

So you've been having problems sleeping?

Before the fire?

Can't even get out of bed most days.

I can't sleep.

Can't eat properly.

I just don't see the point of anything anymore.

Look, I suspect that you're suffering from clinical depression.

These feelings of despondency you're having, they can be treated with

antidepressants.

And in a week or two, you'll feel altogether more, well, optimistic.

What's the point?

Won't do me any good now, will it?

I think perhaps I'm going to prescribe one of the new tricyclics.

Have the psychiatrist have a check with him after clinic tomorrow.

Right.

It's all making sense.

It's the only explanation.

He's gone off me.

He's seen someone else.

Talk about jumping to conclusions. You haven't got a shred of evidence.

Evidence, that's what I need.

Ooh, two -timing rat.

It were bad enough for my Dave. I'm not letting some bloke do that for me again.

Catherine. Excuse me.

I'm looking for a Mr Granger. He was admitted after a fire last night.

Yeah. You've got Milner Ward. Do you want to come with me?

Good to see you, Mr Middletree. Thank you. It's been a disaster here since you

went. So I understand.

May we see it?

Excuse me.

I think it's rather good.

Yes, cut you down to a T.

Very vibrant.

I wasn't aware that I ever owned a red hanky.

Oh, well, that's an artistic license, that is.

Mr. Middleditch, how are you?

I'm saddened, Mr. Carnegie, that you could so readily discard what your

generation fought for.

Well, that's not the outcome I would have chosen myself.

You're an intelligent man, Carnegie.

I thought you might have more backbone.

We believed the fire was started deliberately.

Yes, well, he's very fragile at the moment, mentally.

Arson's a serious offence, Doctor. I understand.

But I still insist.

He's not fit enough to be interviewed yet.

I'll be back tomorrow.

See if he's feeling better then.

We'll see you tomorrow, Malcolm.

Could I have a few pounds housekeeping?

Hotel's paid for.

Why do you need money?

Well, need to get a taxi to get back and the children would like some ice cream.

You get the bus.

You're not wasting my hard -earned on taxis.

The car's outside.

If you'd let me use it just this once. If women were meant to drive. Are you

staying at the Heathfield Hotel?

Yes. Oh, right. Well, that's on my way home. I'll give you a lift if you like.

In my car.

Thank you, Doctor.

50 ml ampule of 50 % glucose, please, nurse.

He's in a hypoglycemic coma.

Please tell me he's not going to die.

This should restore his blood sugar back to normal.

Teddy! You found him just in time, Lizzie.

Is your husband mine, that you all look?

He's a doctor as well, so... And after you have the baby?

Well, I expect we'll carry on pretty much as we do now, really.

I thought about being a nurse, but then I met Malcolm.

He says he saved me from a fate worse than death.

He says.

What about what you say, Rita?

He works all hours, so he can have a nice house, car, holidays.

When he gets home, he wants a meal on the table, his wife interested in his

looking her best.

It's just the way things are, isn't it?

Well, for our parents' generation, maybe.

We're a lot luckier than our mothers were, you know, Rita. We do have

Women are entitled to a life beyond the kitchen sink, you know.

Women like you, maybe.

Dr Wetherill made you aware of the importance of taking your insulin,

your diet.

I've been running myself ragged promoting this new line.

I've got appointments in Scarborough tomorrow at nine.

I'm afraid you're going to have to cancel them.

I would like you to stay in here overnight, and we'll see how you are in

morning.

What were you doing at the flat?

You said you were going out for lunch with that buyer.

I was on my way.

What were you doing at the flat?

Women's intuition, I suppose.

Thank God you found me, Lizzie.

If you hadn't, I'd have been a goner.

At least I won't have to worry about where you are tonight.

See you.

Do me a favour.

Run down to the chippy for a fish supply.

And keep the change.

Shut up.

I'm a nurse, Mr Hogg, not an errand girl. You could do with a few manners,

lady.

These girls nowadays.

No respect. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Sorry, mate.

It's all right now, Mr Granger.

All right?

Surrounded by flaming lunatics.

Not any longer.

OK. Oi!

Good night, Lizzie.

Oh, Dr. Goodwin, I'm so sorry. Only with Teddy having his coma, I've only just

found it. Telegram for you.

Oh.

I've been offered a post thing.

In Biafra.

You actually applied?

Well, I telephoned the charity. We had a chat.

I didn't think they'd want me so quickly.

How soon?

As soon as I can make the arrangement.

Well, as you said, it's not like you have any ties.

There's nothing to hold you here, is there?

Well, I've not accepted yet.

If you don't go, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

Come on, let's celebrate.

Why shouldn't she leave me?

Couldn't give her a car.

Even a house with central heating.

When I opened the shop afterwards, people only came in to see what sort of

I was in.

Talking about me, laughing behind my back.

Trade dropped off.

Well, people don't want to see someone crying into their chips, do they?

In the end, I stopped opening altogether.

Had you no one you could talk to?

And tell them what?

That was such a failure, my wife left me up to my eyes in debt.

Business down the drain.

Was it really an accident, Mr Granger?

The fire? You're calling me a liar?

I can see how troubled you are.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

It's like a bad joke, isn't it?

Couldn't even manage to burn the place down without nearly killing myself.

Might have been better if I had. No.

That's never the answer, no matter how bad things may seem.

Did he say anything, that copper?

He was aware the fire didn't start accidentally.

Then I've had it, sister.

Morning, lady.

Have I done something to upset people?

Well, you're nothing but popular at the moment.

I'm just doing my job. I wish people wouldn't take it so damn personally.

Then leave if you don't like it.

Is that what you want me to do?

As if I know what matters.

I still don't know where I stand with you.

We had a perfectly lovely day, didn't we?

We were on a date, Adam.

A date. You were about as interested in me as Sister Bridget would be in you.

I wanted us to take things fully. I just didn't want to presume you'd

necessarily want something more.

And you don't want a girlfriend who's a widow with a small child who's so far

down the hospital pecking order you have to ignore her in the corridor.

Wait, wait, Catherine, Catherine, will you stop this?

I want to get to know you better, I really do.

So please, let me take you out again.

Maybe I'll let you know.

Morning, Alf.

Why, you've responded very well to the antibiotics.

You can go home today if you'd like.

It'd be better if I'd died.

She'd be free.

Oh.

Where's Margaret?

Could you telephone Janice and let her know that he's ready to go home, please?

Yes, Doctor.

Look, I'm not letting you leave until I'm satisfied that you can use them, OK?

Doctor Wetherill knows what she's talking about.

I'll deal with it. Thank you, Rita.

It took us an hour to get here this morning. Using the bus is very

Maybe if we could use the car.

You do not talk to my car.

Understood? How are you going to manage with that on your foot?

Necessity is the mother of invention.

The subject's closed.

Yes, Malcolm.

Sorry.

Children?

Look,

why don't you, um... Take a turn down the ward for a bit of practice. You

be out of here by this afternoon.

Now you're talking.

So, he did set his shop on fire.

Well, he admitted as much last night.

He's very down, Doctor. Very despondent.

Well, I'll have to refer him. We're not equipped to deal with him here.

He needs a full psychiatric assessment, dedicated treatment.

And when the police come back?

You can refer them to me.

He's not up to any questions.

Rita? Um, these must have dropped out of your husband's locker.

I don't know. I was wondering, would you like to keep them safe for him?

I couldn't.

Could I?

Up to you.

Malcolm will go berserk. Probably.

Come on, Kim.

Hello there, Joan. How's things?

Very good, thank you. Oh, look, do you know, I think the system's working

well. I think it makes all the difference having a fourth GP on hand.

I suppose everything's going to change if Jeff goes to Biafra.

Jeff's going to Africa.

Sorry, Jeff, I'd rather put my foot in it.

Oh, that's OK.

I hadn't really made a final decision until that night.

They want me to fly out as soon as possible, so I'm afraid it doesn't leave

very much time to find more replacement.

Well, you do realise there's a civil war going on over there.

You're very brave, Jeff.

Or very foolish.

I suppose I should resign.

Well, there's really no need for that.

Why don't you just take a sabbatical?

You know the door's always open for you here.

That's assuming there'll be the hospital to come back to.

Anything you want to come back?

Of course.

I'm sorry to be leaving you when everything seems so uncertain.

Oh, no, there's no apologies necessary.

Look, you were preparing to go to a war zone. The worst we have to worry about

is where to have you leaving the party.

Oh, Miss Wilkinson.

Your father's ready to go home today.

Is there somewhere we could talk?

Of course.

I do admire his conviction, but I may well miss him, won't I?

Excuse me.

Sir, the follow -up.

I'm sorry, but I can't let you talk to Mr Granger until he's seen the

psychiatrist. Oh, he's pulled that one, has he?

Look, he's about to go bankrupt.

He recently took out another insurance policy on the business and all of a

sudden he's using petrol to fry his chips.

Arson? Fraud?

That's the start of it. Yes, well, I'm satisfied that his symptoms are genuine.

I'll just have to come back tomorrow once he's seen the shrink.

See if he's feeling better then.

Al! You told him, didn't you? You grossed on me.

I did no such thing, Mr. Granger.

Then why else would he be here?

He's had no information from me, I promise you.

Alf?

Oh, I...

Were you coming round to see me yesterday?

I was checking up on you.

I thought you were seeing someone else.

Why would you think that?

Well, you bought a new suit.

You haven't taken me out lately and... Well, we're not exactly Liz Taylor and

Richard Burton, are we?

There's not much, well, passion, is there?

Maybe not.

But that doesn't mean I'm seeing anyone else.

I like you, Lizzie.

I like you a lot.

But you don't really fancy me, do you?

And if I'm honest, what I really want is someone who makes me go weak at the

knees.

And I'm more like a comfy pair of slippers.

Maybe we're not destined to be Liz and Richard.

Maybe not.

But you saved my life, Lizzie.

We'll always be friends.

And any time you want a shoulder to cry on, a cup of tea and a natter, or

greeting cards, I'll cut price rates.

Oh, Rita!

Malcolm's ready to go.

Doctor, I drove the car. I didn't crash. I drove the car. I'm very pleased to

hear it. Well, look, I'll take you down to the ward. You can drive him home.

I'd rather you hung on to him permanently.

That's not possible, I'm afraid.

Are you all right?

You were saying I don't have to put up with it.

I'm sick of him.

He'd have been better off with a housekeeper than a wife, wouldn't he?

Well, what I meant, Rita, was that everybody is entitled to happiness and

fulfilment. You know, male, female, whether they work or not. Yes, but do

think I can do it?

Can I be more like you?

Well, yes.

I was Rita before I married him.

All of a sudden I'm Mrs Malcolm Hogg.

It's time I caught up with Rita again.

Don't you think?

I'll be back for him later.

Hello,

can you hear me?

I can see the year just flipping away.

Till I'm Dad's age myself.

No love, no life, just loneliness.

Do you think that's what he'd want from me?

Do we have money?

I'll pay for him to go somewhere where they'll care for him. The best I can

find. I need my life back.

Do you understand?

Doctor, you need it in casualty.

Oh.

Well, I think that he's broken his hip, but I won't know for certain until I've

seen the x -ray.

We'll have to transfer him to Ashfordly.

What was he doing out on the road?

I didn't see him. I'm sorry.

It's OK, Frankie.

Alf!

We're going to have to take you to the general.

I want to go home.

Can I live in Janet's?

No, it's all right, Dad.

I'll come with you.

I'll be there before you know it, Mr Wilkinson.

You OK there, Ralph?

That bloke would have burned.

He's nitty.

What's going on?

That fella's nicked the ambulance. Alan and the patient are in the back.

Lizzie, call the police. Go!

Mason?

Gordon? Mr Carnegie, I'm sure you'll be pleased to learn that I've ordered a new

X -ray machine to be paid for by the Middleditch Family Trust.

Which means we'll be out of function properly once again.

I see.

Well, that's wonderful news, of course. I'm very pleased.

But you do understand that this won't affect the Royal's future.

I'm afraid the hospital will still close down. I understand.

But for as long as this hospital remains open, be it weeks, months or years...

Our patients are still entitled to the best possible care that we can provide.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but someone's stolen the ambulance.

We'll be there in a minute.

We'll be OK, Al.

One fine day, I'm gonna be the one to make you understand.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your man.

Running from my home.

One fine day, I'm gonna be the one to make you understand.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your man.

I hear they're letting you out today.

The nurses must be so disappointed.

Rita?

Paul! Can you stop? There's a sick man back here.

I want to go. Paul, the old girl needs to work. She's a bit bumping, that's

What a lovely day, aren't we, kids?

First went to the hairdressers, then did a spot of shopping. All with your

checkbook. What? You spend more on your fancy suits in a month than I do on

clothes all year. No longer, Malcolm.

Have you been drinking? Let me introduce you to your children.

Danny and Alice, say hello to your daddy, kids.

Hello. Danny won't eat anything green and Alice can't cope with custard.

But you'll be finding that out during the rest of your holiday.

What? I'm off to learn how to paint in watercolours. A residential course just

up the coast, and I'm going in the car.

No.

She's had a funny turn.

Women her age do.

I'll leave you to enjoy the rest of your holiday.

The kids will help you with your crutches, and the staff at the hotel

organised a wheelchair.

I'll come and pick you up at the end of the week.

Bye, kids.

Have fun with your dad.

What did you say to her?

Whatever it was, she seems to have taken it to heart.

Nurse, could you call Mr Hogg a taxi, please?

Oi! Can you stop, please?

I've a patient back here!

There.

Looks a bit better, eh, Alf?

Come on, let's get you out of here.

Oh my God!

We need your help mate. No problem.

Look at the eye, darling.

I can't get through.

Too late.

That's it, come on. Come on.

He's coming round.

That's it, help. You're okay.

You're okay.

Let's get him into the jungle.

Am I going home?

No, Dad.

You have to go to hospital.

I want to go home. I know, Dad, I know.

But how will Margaret find me if I'm not at home?

Don't worry, Dad.

Margaret knows where you are.

I love you, Dad.

I'll always love you.

You must think I'm a dreadful, selfish person wanting to put my old dad into a

home. No.

It's a difficult decision, but the right one, I think.

I'll do both.

Here he is.

Our hero.

Well done, Alan.

Come on, let's get you inside.

Mr Granger?

We couldn't get him in time.

Poor man.

Oh, don't worry about it.

He's just another statistic after all.

Having a bad day? Not the best, no. It doesn't help that everyone's treating me

like some sort of pariah.

What did you expect?

What?

I don't take any pleasure in this, Catherine.

I can't run the place like old Middleditch as though it's some kind of

Look, believe it or not, I don't want the hospital to close any more than any

you do. But times are changing and some of us have to be realistic.

I know.

And if everyone knew the real you, they'd understand.

Why don't you pick me up for dinner tonight?

I'll do my best to cheer you up.

What happened?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You may not think it at the moment, but your myth dates like this.

It's not the only thing I'm gonna myth.