All language subtitles for The Royal s06e09 Scabs

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.

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

Nice car.

Thank you.

Are you a patient?

Me? No, I live here.

How come?

I'm with Matron.

She's in charge.

Pick up the painter.

Oh,

forget it, Gordon. You never get the
carry cup from the back.

I couldn't even afford it, either.

How's Carnegie doing?

Well, it's not been anybody who's spent
his money.

He certainly seems to have a lot of it.

You know, I think we're in the wrong
job.

You can't put that there.

Where are Pram's going to go?

Mr. Carnegie, that.

Let me trigger her again.

Who is she?

As far as I can work out, she's living
with Matron.

If you're so interested, why don't you
ask them?

Any potions? Or is this our chance to
elope?

Sorry.

Go out in the green and laugh your way.

Morning. Morning.

Are you going out?

No, I've got my hands full here.

No tie.

Dog 80.

No, you're... Look, I've been meaning to
mention this for some time. It's just

we don't really dress like that around
here.

Yeah, I noticed.

Sorry.

Pickering.

I don't mean to be stuffy. Well, then
don't be. He doesn't need to wear a tie,

does he?

And what is that doing out here?

Er, it's for the appeal.

Adam thought it would be a good idea. I
know, I know. Please, please, not now.

Morning, Mason. Morning.

Have you heard about this dispute at
Ashfordly General?

I heard there was talk of a strike.

Well, it could well have a knock -on
effect here. We could be without

laundry, catering, cleaning.

The royals never had a strike.

Well, let's hope it remains that way.

Oh, could you take these, please?

It's middle -ditch trust papers from the
bank.

Routine stuff, really. Just maybe you
could sign them now.

Yeah, I'll look through them first.

Oh, I gather you've got a guest staying
with you.

Yes, I do.

I told her the last time I was up that
she should see a doctor.

Flu doesn't last six months.

Mum, you tell the doctor. Sorry.

Do you always have this much trouble
breathing?

It's not so bad.

It is.

You've been coughing and wheezing since
I got here.

She doesn't look after herself.

I asked her which doctor she saw and she
doesn't even have one. Can you believe

it? Right, well, I think it would be
sensible to try and find out what's

this, Mrs Rigby.

I'd like to do some x -rays. OK.

What happened to that Lambswool
Cardiabort?

Where did you get this? It's one of your
dad's.

It's going in the bin when you get home.

Have you ever had TB?

No, not me.

OK, I'll get you down to x -ray, shall
we?

Yeah, it's a bit inflamed, isn't it?

We'll give him some drops and some
junior aspirin for the pain if it comes

Stephen's not been so lucky with his
health, has he?

It's one thing after another.

No need to worry.

I thought it would clear up soon.

Is there anything else?

Erm, that's all.

You look a bit tired.

I am.

He doesn't sleep.

And I'm on my own.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Is there nothing else worrying you?

I've got no food in the house and no
money at all.

You couldn't... I shouldn't be asking,
but you couldn't lend me some.

Oh, look... I can pay you back as soon
as I get my child allowance, but...

only there's no -one else to ask.

Look, I shouldn't have... Five pounds?

That's too much.

I haven't got anything smaller.

Thank you.

I'll pay you back.

I know where you live.

You know, I checked that tab last week.
It was hardly driven at all. Yeah, but

the manager said to do it today.

Oh, must be a funny thing to notice,
right?

What's all this, lads?

Uh, the manager's got somebody staying.

Oh, that wouldn't have anything to do
with you being so keen to change your

washers.

Go on, tear the water off, then.

Hello. I'm Susie.

I'm Alan.

Are you really a mod?

I saw you on your scooter.

Yeah, sort of.

That is so sweet.

There are still mods.

So, do you have special mod pubs and
clubs?

One or two.

Could you take me?

You?

Well, I suppose... Let's go tonight.

If you want.

Who are you?

Susie. I told you.

See you outside at half six.

There's definite inflammation of the car
into the alveoli. What do you think?

Well, it looks like pneumoconiosis, but
you're going to tell me she's not a

minor. No, she's a housewife and she
doesn't smoke.

Could be idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis.
It could be, unless there's something

she's not telling me.

Right, anyway, it's going to have to
wait. I've got to get home.

Anything exciting?

Well, it's Katie's piano lesson and I'm
picking Tom up from football. It's a

quiet evening, apart from the fact that
Jonathan's teething. Ah, well, some

people have all the fun.

About this morning, I'm sure Gordon
didn't mean to be so rude, you know.

I didn't know that he was.

Must concentrate harder.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry anyway.

You don't need to apologise for him.

Anyway, if he does annoy me, I'll thump
him.

Well, that's what I do. Normally works.

Can't explain it

down my soul, yeah.

with Katie.

Where's Mr Etheridge, Daddy?

I've no idea.

He knows it's my grade three exam next
week.

Let's see if he's outside somewhere,
shall we?

Right, what would you like?

Rum and Coke.

Can we join you?

Oh, we're dying to find out who you are.

I'm Susie.

You're not Matron's secret love child,
are you?

Oh, that's just silly talk.

She's my aunt.

I told you.

I'm sorry, this isn't a date or
anything, is it?

No, not really.

Susie's telling us all about herself.

Maybe she can get a word in each week.

I'm 20 and I'm an art student.

And I live in Chelsea, in London.

So, what are you doing in Eltham Bay?

Mummy was worried about my aunt.

Matron? Aye, what's wrong with her?

I really shouldn't say, but I've got to
keep an eye on her.

Oh, for goodness sake, don't tell
anyone.

It was like the Marie Celeste. Even the
teapot was still warm.

Did you check the garden? Everywhere.

And for once, Katie was desperate to
have her lesson.

She's actually practised.

I just don't know what to do. I mean,
it's not like you, is it?

I know he's been pretty depressed since
the council was diagnosed, but... Why

don't you call the police if you're
worried?

Yeah, maybe I should.

It's going to be one of those nights.

Oh, you've just got him off, like you
say, all those nights.

Oh, Maud.

That's over a hundred.

I'm sorry to call you out, but I knew he
wasn't well.

Well, it is a nasty infection.

Dr. Banner gave him drops, but he's had
no medicine.

Yes, well, these things can develop
quite quickly. I'm going to try him on

penicillin. He's not allergic, is he?

No, Doctor.

Good. Good.

Take one of these, dissolved in a
dessert spoon of water, four times a

can double the first dose.

And if he doesn't feel any better, bring
him in to see Dr. Banner.

Right, thank you.

I'll be seeing him anyway. Can you tell
him I'll have his money for him

tomorrow?

Ah, yes, I'll do that.

That was fun.

Well, we can go out again if you want.

There's other places. How about
tomorrow?

OK.

Same time, same place.

All right.

Your dinner's on the table.

Thank you.

Though you may need to warm it through.
I didn't realise you were going to stay

out so late.

Where have you been?

I just found the pub.

Susan is 17.

Oh, she's 20.

I know how old my niece is. I was there
when she was born.

I'm sorry.

I suggest you'd be better off with
someone your own age.

I was only being friendly.

I saw.

From now on, I'd like you to be a little
less friendly.

Good night.

I want to make one or two things clear.

While you're staying with me, you do not
go to pubs. Not fair.

You're too young.

I go to pubs all the time.

Which may explain why you're here now.

And when you go out, I want to know
where you're going and who you're going

with. It's worse than school.

Well, you should have thought about that
while you're still at school.

I promised your mother I'd look after
you, and that's what I'm going to do.

I don't think you realise how much
trouble you could be in.

What the hell's been going on?

Oh, you know him?

He's my daughter's piano teacher.

What happened?

Someone found him lying in a field.
Looks like he's been there all night.

in a bad way.

Any idea what he was doing there?

Er, seems he just wandered off.

He's still had his whippers on, though.

Is he a bit... Very far from it.

OK, let's get these wet clothes off,
please.

Susan, what are you doing?

I thought I'd do something to help.

After last night.

I'm sorry.

You've got another one, haven't you?

Good morning, Matron.

Oh, your cap. Good morning.

Breakfast tray's not cleared yet.

No, it arrived late this morning. Oh.

I hear your niece is staying with you.

Yes, her parents are abroad.

These flowers should go.

Is everything all right?

With the ward?

Hardly. I mean the queue.

Why wouldn't it be?

Well,

at this time of year, sleeping rough is
not a good idea.

I won't try it again.

Are you going to tell me what happened?

I've really no idea.

What's the last thing you remember?

Went out for a breath of fresh air.

I must have blacked out.

Well, we need to find out why that
happened.

You have a rest, and I'll pop by and see
you a little later, OK?

Gordon, I don't want anyone to know that
I'm here.

You must have had no fuss.

Of course.

You haven't heard anything from the
police about... Well, you know your

You won't.

I've dropped it.

Why?

Look, just forget about it, OK?

Are you looking for Mrs Rigby?

Er, yes.

Yes, I'm a doctor. I need to have a word
with her. Oh, she won't hear you if

she's out the back.

I'll take you round.

Oh, thank you.

Dora! Lady here to see you.

Dora.

Boris, come on, let's get you sat down.
Oh, not again.

Could you call an ambulance for me?

I've got to go next door.

All right, Dora.

Sit you down.

You do know what's causing this, don't
you?

Allergic alveolitis.

Pigeon fancy's lung.

I traced your notes, and you do have a
GP, and he did diagnose it. I do what

told me.

I'm sorry.

All right.

Well, your x -rays show a lot of damage
to your lungs, and you may even have

bronchial pneumonia. I do need to treat
that at hospital, all right?

I can't leave the pigeons.

There must be somebody else who can get
to look after them.

What about your neighbour? Why don't we
ask him?

All right, you have it.

No, no, we'll do that.

Thanks. Bye -bye.

Come on, we're on strike.

Why? You've sacked a porter at
Ashfordly.

Right, well, let's finish this. No, come
on, we've got to set up a picket line.

Right, there's some right firebrands at
Ashfordly's shop nowadays, you know. I

tell you what, if we don't come out,
they'll black us.

And it'll make sure we never work in a
hospital again.

Shall I tell Ada?

You can do, but let's get a cup of tea
first.

We can't do anything about the scarring
to your lungs, but we should be able to

reduce the inflammation, and that should
make you feel a lot more comfortable.

Mum! What on earth? Sorry, Doctor, I did
tell her that you were with the

patient. That's all right. This is Mrs
Rigby's daughter.

What's wrong with her?

Your mother is suffering from something
called allergic alveolitis.

It's an allergy to the dust created by
pigeons, and that's caused some damage

the tissue of her lungs.

She's allergic to pigeons.

That takes a biscuit.

She'll have to get rid of them now. I
can't.

Dora, this is a serious, potentially
fatal condition. It's very important

you don't get any worse.

They've got to go. That's all there is
to it.

I had no idea.

Well, your mother will probably do with
some rest.

I don't know, maybe you can come back
later and we'll talk about it then.

In my capacity as shop steward, I have
to inform you that the M &G will be

taking strike action for 24 hours as
from 10 o 'clock this morning.

I can't see the point.

The dispute at Ashfordly General's got
nothing to do with the Royal.

It's out of my hands.

Oh, I didn't, um...

If you need anything, I'll see what I
can do.

Thanks, Ken.

I'm sure Mr Middleditch would have
settled this over beer and sandwiches.

But times change.

We have a strike.

Well, we can manage without the laundry
for 24 hours.

And my nurses can keep the wards clean.
We'll survive.

Well...

Hypothermia can cause all sorts of
damage.

I'm going to do some tests and I'll keep
you in for a few days.

Oh, I prefer to be at home.

Well, I don't think that's a very good
idea.

Look, do you want to talk about last
night?

Well, it's like I told you, I just
passed out.

Well, I can't find any medical reason
why that should have happened.

Look, of course, I realise that you've
recently been diagnosed with cancer

and...

That's a terrible thing to have to come
to terms with, but if you were feeling

depressed, Hugh, there are things we can
do. Gordon, I didn't try to kill

myself.

Now, there's one thing I am sure of.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

It's all yours.

I'll just tidy this bed for you.

I suspect you'll be having visitors.

No.

I'm a solitary old bachelor.

You know something? You really remind me
of my grandad.

Only he wasn't as posh as you.

Oh. Well, no -one's ever called me posh.

Dr Omarad said you were a scientist or
something.

I was a very run -of -the -mill
researcher who retired to become a piano

teacher. Not very grand.

Well, my grandad dug holes in the road.

Well, I'm sure he's very proud to have a
granddaughter like you.

I don't know about that.

Yeah, he problems trouble.

Is he?

Len Edwards, one of the section reps at
Asfordly.

You're all out, comrade.

100 % solidarity, Leonard.

Everything's okay, Jory.

I am!

How's everything going, Matron?

Oh, I think we're managing.

Is there any tea, anyone?

I asked Susie if she'd handled the tea
trolley. I hope you don't mind.

I can't sit cooped up in the flat all
day when there's an emergency, can I?

well, it can't do any harm.

Milk and sugar?

Thanks.

Well,

you certainly know how to make a splash.

Morning, Banner. Ready for the off?

Your list has been cancelled.

Since when? Since our theatre technician
went on strike.

Operations have been performed for years
without theatre technicians.

Things to do without anaesthetic as
well.

Doesn't mean it's a good idea.

Sorry. Top of the list. I have three
private patients this morning.

If you don't want the fees, then I'm
sure Dr Ormerod will be only too willing

oblige. That's up to him. We'll have to
get him to push the trolleys as well.

We haven't got any porters.

Mrs Rigby, where do you think you're
going? I want my clothes.

No, you don't. You want to go back to
bed.

I have to go home.

But why?

Oh, it's my daughter.

You don't know what she'd like.

Look, wait here, and I'll go and see if
I can find Dr. Weatherill.

I have to go, or it'll be too late.

What happened, Cathy?

All of a sudden he got this rash, and
then he couldn't breathe.

When did it start?

Right after I gave him the medicine.

What medicine?

The other doctor gave it to me.

I need one mil in a thousand adrenaline.
Quick, please.

What's wrong with him? It's called
anaphylaxis. He's had a bad allergic

to the medicine and gone into shock.

And get me ten milligrams of Puriton for
injection standing by and let's get a

cortisone drip set up.

Lily, has Maitland returned the
Middleditch Trust papers yet?

Yes, and I've filed them for you. Where?

Under I for important papers.

And I've sent the duplicates to Mr
Middleditch.

I didn't ask you to do that.

But you said... I'd like to check them
first.

Get them back.

Why can't he breathe?

He has bronchospasm, just like asthma.

I'm going to give him another injection
of adrenaline and let's get that

cortisone drip running.

Was it Dr Ormerod you saw last night?

Yes, I think so.

He gave you the penicillin?

He said to give it to him last night,
but Stephen fell asleep.

God, I'm sorry. No, Cathy, it's not your
fault.

Should I speak to Sister Bridget about
transferring him to a ward? Yeah, and if

you see Dr Ormerod, you tell him I'd
like a word.

I'm sorry, I told her to wait until
she'd seen you.

And then you left her?

Because I was looking for you, Doctor.

And we've our hands full with the
strike. I know, I know, I'm sorry.

What, do you think Dora's gone home,
or...? I don't know. She seemed very

anxious about her daughter.

Well, I don't know what's going on
there.

All right.

Thank you.

Hiya.

It's Fab.

I'm in charge of the tea trolley. Hey,
shush.

You'd be in dead trouble if that lot
think you're a scab.

I'm always in trouble.

See you.

But Mason said... That I wasn't to go
out with you.

Read it.

I'm going to ring the flaming next.

You'll only upset her. She's not well.

It's them or me.

Mum, listen.

Calm down. There's no need.

What's happened?

My mum's not going to get rid of those
damn birds, so I am.

Dora's locked herself in and she won't
come out. She's supposed to be in

hospital. I agree, Sheila, but
threatening is not going to help, is it?

No, I'm trying to help her.

Right, can I have a word with your
mother?

Tell her it's her last chance.

If she doesn't get rid of them, she's on
her own.

Mum, I'm going home.

Listen to the doctor.

Please.

I'll be next door if you need me.

Dora?

Can I come in?

Dora, you need to come back to the
hospital with me.

No, Doctor.

George, my husband, bred and raised
every one of these birds.

They're not just pets or something.

They were his life.

I know.

I can see they mean a lot to you.

Because he did.

I promised him I'd take care of them.

But, Dora, they're making you ill.

Please, just come back with me, yes?

No, Doctor.

I'm just a pig -headed old woman.

I'm not something you can't cure.

Well, I can be pretty pig -headed
myself.

Afternoon, Doctor.

What's up with Mr. Etherington?

He said he's a friend. He's a foreign
gentleman.

I told him he can't stay long.

No, no, no. He needs rest.

Come on.

Speak and cry.

The boy you gave penicillin to last
night. He had an anaphylactic shock.

I checked with his mother. It's in his
notes.

He had an allergic reaction last year
after tonsillitis.

That could have been scarlatina. It says
the rash was itchy, like nettle rash.

That's not scarlatina.

It was the allergic reaction showing
itself.

Well, how is he?

Recovering, just about.

Doctors, do you think you could have
this discussion somewhere more private?

Yes, of course. I'm sorry.

This is going to have to wait till
later.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Not for me, thank you, but I'm sure the
patients would.

Susie, did you tell Marion that you were
here to look after Matron?

In a way.

If she's not well, I'd like to help.

I think it's better to wait until she
asks, don't you?

We'll learn.

Much better.

Much better.

You saved his life.

Oh, it's nice to get something right
once in a while.

Thank you.

Ah.

I'm sorry.

That's the doctor who came last night?

Yeah.

I do need to have a word with him.

Gordon.

Look, if this is about the penicillin, I
know you think we over -prescribe

antibiotics, but there are reasons for
that.

When I was a student, children were
losing their hearing, developing mastoid

abscesses, dying, even because of ear
infections just like that.

I'm talking about last night.

I didn't prescribe penicillin because
I'd read Stephen's notes, not because

on some sort of crusade. Well, I didn't
have his notes, but I checked with the

mother. That's not what Cathy says.

So it's her word against mine.

Sometime we need to have a talk about
the advisability of lending money to

patients. What on earth were you
thinking of?

Sorry, can I have a break?

You know what it's like.

Yes, I do. He's a bit young and he's a
bit fresh, but he's also our partner,

whether you like it or not.

It's not me.

Gordon, it is partly you, and you cannot
go on like this.

It's lucky we've got a strike on.

A bigger part?

The poster wouldn't cross the picket
line.

Here are the duplicates of the papers
Matron signed.

Thank you.

Should I tell Mr Middleditch that we
aren't sending them?

Why would you do that?

Because usually I do.

Not tell him.

Fend them.

I'm getting myself confused now.

You don't need to do anything, Lizzie.

Hey, yeah.

I need to go inside.

What for?

You know.

Yeah, because you want to go and see
that young lass.

I'll only be five minutes. No, why not?

If you're worried about Len... I'm not
worried about Len Edwards or his

or Carney.

I'm not taking on matron, and neither
will you if you've got any sense. You'll

have your guts for garters.

Who is that man?

He didn't say. He just left some things
for Mr Etheridge.

Right.

Planning on leaving us soon?

Oh, you know, never liked hospitals.

You... What's wrong? Are you in some
sort of trouble?

Why would I be in trouble?

What if the only reason I can think of
that would explain your behaviour?

When I went to your house last night,
you'd obviously rushed off.

And when they found you, you were in
your slippers.

Are you running away from something?

It's better that you don't know.

If you've broken the law.

It's more complicated than that.

I never told anyone this.

You know, before I retired, I was a
scientist.

With the MOD?

I was working on weapons research.

I was young and idealistic, or naive,
whichever way you get a look at it.

And I believed that there was a chance
of peace if we shared secrets

with our so -called enemies.

What? I passed information to them.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Oh, you, you, you, you.

When was this?

Twenty years ago.

But there's a tit -for -tat thing going
on at the moment. Moscow and London

locking people up, so -called.

Spies. So the man that bought you these
things, he's some sort of... contact?

Something like that, yes.

And it was him you were running away
from yesterday.

Gordon, I've told you all I should.

You... You are not fit to travel. I have
to.

Can't you see, man?

I have no choice.

The patients are all complaining that
the tea isn't hot enough.

Well, that urn is nearly as old as Ada.

Do you know Ada?

No. She's really old.

That's what I'm saying, really.

Well, I think I can get it a lot hotter
with a bit of pressure cooking.

We did it last term in physics.

At art college?

Well, it was a sort of project.

Kinetic art, you know.

Not really.

There.

Can you keep an eye on it? I've got a
date.

Going somewhere nice.

The cupboard where Ada keeps the tea
trolley.

See you.

Just a little spoon of your precious
love will satisfy my soul.

Baby lies about it.

Some of them cry about it.

Some of them die.

Now, listen, listen.

I can't move you. I'm going to have to
get you some help, all right?

Quickly. Hurry up, Frankie.

Hurry up.

Excuse me, Doctor. There's someone to
see you. Said something about

intelligence. I didn't really
understand.

Did he give you his name?

Yeah, Detective Chief Inspector Smith,
Special Branch.

All right, tell him I'll be out to see
him in a minute.

That's as much painkiller as I can give
you for now. You're just going to have

to swear a lot. Okay.

Okay? The firemen are going to cut
through the railings to get you off

and then we'll work out how to remove
it.

You ready?

Yeah. Right, it's all yours.

Is he going to be all right?

Look, we need to operate as soon as
possible, otherwise we'll lose his life.

I can get Mr Rose, but I'm going to need
your help.

How do you mean?

A strike.

We haven't got a theatre technician.

Come on, let's get him off there as fast
as we can.

You wait.

Are you sure this is what you want?

With the cancer, how long have I got? 18
months?

A year?

I can't answer that. Not long, shall we
say.

I don't want to die in prison.

The loss was any better?

It'd be a cage, but it'll be a bigger
cage.

The police reception.

You're going to have to go through that.

I'll show him.

No, no, no, no. You're getting drunk
with the police.

Just lately I'm not too bothered about
the police.

Come on, Mr Etheridge.

Doctor, I'm sorry.

I asked the young lady to help me find
you. This is a matter of some urgency.

Well, how can I help you?

Detective, Chief Inspector Smith,
Special Branch.

I'd like to speak to Hugh Etheridge.

Hugh Etheridge.

No, no, I'm afraid he discharged
himself.

Against my advice.

Hello, can I have a word?

Of course, come in. Thank you.

Nothing is easy, the time that you
worry, my friend, it's okay.

Just take your life easy and stop all
effort and be happy my way.

I can manage by myself now.

Take care.

I will.

Just try hard and see why you're not
worrying me, the last on my list.

Nothing's easy.

Rather human shish kebab.

Well, it hasn't damaged the bone, and
it's missed the artery. It still looks a

bit of a mess.

Always dangerous, sitting on the fence.

Well, at least you've come down on my
side of it, if you're willing to go

without a theatre technician.

I'm not.

Ken's found a replacement.

You know Len Edwards?

Theatre tech at Ashfordly General?

Afternoon.

Marvellous. A man who's willing to cross
his own picket line. I'll never

understand the niceties of socialism.

You'll never understand working -class
solidarity.

Perish the thought.

I propose to lubricate the spike and
extract it point first.

Stir out glycerine, please, nurse.

It was all my fault.

He was coming to see me.

Mr. Rosal thought him out.

It was covered in blood.

We get that all the time around here.

Everything's going to be all right.

What on earth?

The tea urn.

Is everyone OK?

Never look.

Then you will spill.

How are you feeling?

About the same.

Can I join you?

Please do.

I, um... I was talking to Mr Jackson
from next door. He, uh... He said that

told him that he could take over the
pigeon loft after you died.

I don't like to think about it.

But, I mean, you trust him. You know, he
knows what he's doing.

He's got a lot to learn.

It's not so bad.

And I know it sounds daft, but they're
like him, the birds.

So why don't you let him have it now? Or
are the pigeons a little bit of an

excuse?

I love my daughter.

But she's changed.

She wants me to change as well.

Her and her husband are so toffee
-nosed.

And I can't abide him.

She keeps saying I should go and live
with them.

But it's the last thing I want.

But you can't tell them that.

She's my daughter.

You're right.

The pigeons are my excuse.

It suits us both, in a way.

Stops her feeling guilty and stops me.

Having to go and live with her.

Right.

OK, so... Can I suggest a solution?

Why don't you let Mr Jackson look after
the birds, OK?

And you let me treat you for your lung
condition.

Now, if you do that, I can truthfully
tell Sheila that there's absolutely no

reason why you can't carry on living
here as long as you don't actually go

the birds.

She doesn't need to know all the
details, does she?

Oh. Oh, yeah, he's looking a lot
perkier. He is?

All he needs now is a good night's
sleep.

I should think he can get home tomorrow.

I'll pop in then.

Are you doing anything nice tonight?

Just taking the dog for a walk.

I was just thinking... Well, I'll be on
my own.

You'll probably get a good night's sleep
after today.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye, Stephen.

It was completely irresponsible.

But it was funny, and it's not as if
anyone was hurt.

Well, only because by pure chance there
was no -one waiting in reception.

I didn't know that there was... You
don't know very much.

And for a bright girl, you aren't very
good at thinking things through.

That's not true.

No? You are 17, almost an adult. You've
been expelled from school.

I spoke to them again this morning. They
won't have you back.

You're lucky not to have a police record
because of what you did there.

This has got to stop.

You're speaking to me like I'm one of
your nurses.

If you were, you'd be on a train home by
now.

You're not going to send me home.

This is your last chance.

Mind you, Mr Carnegie's face when he saw
his precious model, it was a picture.

What happened?

There was a boat waiting for him.

Though I'm not sure I wanted to go.

Neither am I.

But it was rather caught between the
devil and the deep, Lucy.

Look, if the police talk to you, tell
them I told you to do it.

You didn't.

I went because I wanted to. Stella, you
could get into a lot of trouble.

What about you?

If he really was a traitor or whatever?

He's my friend.

And he's dying.

I suppose I just did what I thought was
best for my patient.

We left these.

They're not much use to anyone now.

There's an irony in there somewhere.

How's Alan?

Oh, he's now one out of a scar and he
won't want to sit down for a while. But,

given he's due, Rose did a brilliant
job.

Good. Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

I made a mistake with little Stephen
Graham.

I didn't have his notes around. I made
an assumption as to why you hadn't

prescribed him antibiotics.

Why don't you try not to give them when
they're not necessary?

Don't you think it's a little unfair to
assume that I just hand them out willy

-nilly? Yeah.

Little.

Look, I don't want to seem... I really
don't want to seem like an old fogey,

it's just something you learn with
experience.

Like not lending money to patients?

Ah, that too.

Look, Cathy Graham is... She's a very
attractive woman. She's vulnerable and

she's needy.

You've helped her a lot, and you've
saved her son's life today.

You've just got to be careful.

You think I take advantage of that?

No, you've just got to keep your
distance, for your sake as much as for

If people think you're behaving
inappropriately, it could become a big

in a small town like this.

Let her over.

Fair enough.

Do you still want me to wear a tie, too?

Nah. Stuffed to die.

Did you see the model of the development
scheme?

Oh, yes. Best thing that happened all
day, as far as I'm concerned.

Is it me, or is there something dodgy
going on there?

Why do you think that?

Pure prejudice.

My dad always said, never trust a man
who drives a Jag.

Yeah, well, Jill wouldn't agree with
you.

Fancy a drink?

I don't know about you, but I'm
absolutely gasping for it.

So are you, you daft ape.

So... Well, I won't ask you where it
hurts.

You're like a little toffee apple on a
stick.

Yeah, I'll see a strike going.

It's all over.

Management backed down as soon as they
thought we meant business. So

happy, except Carnegie.

What's wrong with him?

Well, first of all, the model of the new
hospital got wrecked. And second, the

fire engine backed into his new car.

Oh, all right.

Hi, Alan.

Hi.

I can't stay, but I'll come tomorrow.

Why were you going?

I said I'd have a drink with one of the
ambulance drivers.

Susie!

Let her go, lad.

I struggle, that one.