All language subtitles for The Royal s06e12 Love and Loss

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

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

I want to go to hospital.

Hello, Dad. Sorry, Lucy. I need to x
-ray the ankle to get a proper look at

damage. I warned you about these high
heels.

No wonder you went headlong down the
stairs.

It wasn't the shoes.

Would you like to go in the ambulance
with your daughter?

She's not my mum.

My real mum's dead.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

It's all right.

I'll give you both a lift then, shall I?

Step kids, eh?

You'd have them.

All this and trying to run a guest
house.

Puss, please.

That's it.

A beautiful baby boy, Mrs Steddon. Well
done.

It's a third -degree pot fracture, but
the whole of the mortise has shifted,

causing the talus to dissipate, you see.

I will need to do an open operation and
screw both Mallioli back.

The sooner the better.

I don't want an operation.

You don't have a choice, my dear.

Without it, the ankle will not heal
correctly.

You could be left with a gross deformity
or you could even lose your foot.

But she will mend all right. After a few
weeks, rest with the joint in plaster,

she'll be as good as new.

But no more high heels for you for a
while, young lady.

You poor thing.

You don't care.

You'd rather I was dead so you could
have Dad all to yourself.

You see it, please, Alan?

She's in pain, love.

She's upset.

She didn't mean it. And my mum whips
them with her.

Me and David, he was still with her
mother when we got together.

Well, it's really none of my business.

Right, if you'd like to take a seat,
we'll give you a call when she's out of

theatre, OK?

Thanks, Doctor.

She'd lost so many, Doctor. We'd given
up all. Well, you're aware your wife's

recent negative.

As we expected, your son emerged
slightly jaundiced, so we're going to

a close eye on him, but there's nothing
to worry about as yet.

Are you?

Look, love.

It's our little Adam.

Would you like to hold him?

But if we were to organise a night out
and you were to ask Mike along, why

she ask Dr Banner anywhere?

She went out for dinner with him the
other night.

You and Mike?

No! OK, I was broke and starving.

You feel sorry for me.

Nothing to get your knickers in a knot
about.

We can make it a foursome.

You and Mike, me and Frankie.

Get away.

Good advice when it comes to Frankie.

He's married, well, divorced by now, but
he's still got two kids.

Something he forgot to mention to his
last girlfriend.

Bit of a bad boy, eh?

Susan, I've just had a telephone call
from St Columba's.

I think we'd better have a little chat,
don't you?

I noticed that Lucy's not registered
with us.

She hasn't lived with us long. Her mum
passed away a few months back.

We're still with a practice in
Ashwoodley.

I thought I'd stay there until I had the
baby.

I know some of the girls there, you see.

I'm a nurse myself.

Well, I was, until I got married.

There she is, just like in bed on the
right.

OK.

You know, I hate doing night duty.

All I'll say is, don't ever sit with
your back to the door and force it, and

don't ever fall asleep.

What?

If you ever nod off, you'll wake up to
feel an icy hand tapping on your

shoulder.

I go.

She used to work here 100 years ago, by
all accounts.

But, well, she's harmless.

Anyway, look, I'll see you tomorrow.

And Columbus has been on the telephone
asking why you didn't attend your

interview.

I don't see the point in wasting Mummy's
money on another school.

And education's important.

Study hard, and you can make your own
way in life.

You have the ability to go far, to
university maybe.

So I can end up a bitter, shriveled
career girl with no husband or kids.

Sorry, that came out wrong.

One need not preclude the other, Susan.

You have the luxury of deciding what you
want to do with your life. Please,

don't waste it. I'll do that tomorrow if
that's OK with you, only I'm off to the

cinema.

You're not going out again.

Some Cliff Richard thing with the girls.

I won't be back late.

Are you going to the dark tonight?

Well, that depends.

On what?

On who else might be there.

See you in the pub later.

She's bad news, that one.

I know.

That's how I like them.

I'm sorry, but it's important to
investigate any abdominal pain or

You're still fed up, Doctor?

I can't eat what I want, drink what I
want, or do what I want any longer.

Well, I suspect you're suffering from
gastritis.

That's an inflammation of the stomach
lining.

Now, I'm going to prescribe you some
aludrox, which should control things.

How are you managing on the insulin, OK?

I guess I'm funny looks. I'm up on the
moor, having to sneak off into the

to inject myself.

But it's sticking to your diet, aren't
you, love?

Well, keep a good work -up.

Anyway... I blow you a break, Doctor.

Had a fair old season up in the hall.

Well, that's very kind.

Thanks very much.

I'll see you both tomorrow, love.

Don't overdo it, wetting his head. After
all these years, you try and stop me.

Time for this young man to go to the
nursery.

I can't stay here. You need your rest,
Mrs. Thedden.

Don't worry.

We'll take care of him until tomorrow.

I lost my wife just after me and Alice
got together.

Cancer.

Lucy took it bad.

And I had to marry Alice with a baby on
the way.

Lucy took that even worse.

And Alice hadn't reckoned on taking on
me daughter as well as me.

Would you like me to have a word?

If she tried to get to know Alice, maybe
she'd realise she's not this wicked

stepmother after all.

She'll be out for the count until
tomorrow.

We'd best go home.

Leave her here on her own?

I'm sure the nurses will ring for the
problem.

And he got the tourist board function
tonight at the Crown.

She's in the best possible place for his
day, but really... I'll be back in the

morning. Thank you, Doctor.

Don't do this to yourself, love.

Just another minute.

Can I help you?

We were just on our way home. Come
along, Daisy. Hello, little one.

Oh, he's so beautiful. What's his name?

It's your man's after the nursery.

So lovely.

Can I hold him?

Daisy, we weren't blessed ourselves.

This place must be teeming with ghosts.

People die in hospital all the time.

Hundreds more survive.

Yeah, well, stands to reason there
should still be a few hanging around,

it?

No.

Look, if you fancy hanging around with
me, how about dinner at Luigi's on

Saturday?

Oh, well, it's my turn to foot the bill
and I can't even afford to look at the

menu in there.

My treat.

I'm asking you out, Marion.

On a date?

A date.

Um, yeah.

So that already is, then.

Good. Right, well... Back to work, Nurse
McCulloch.

Hector's back from the lab, Doctor.

Oh, thank you.

She's really nice, isn't she?

Marion.

You've noticed, too?

I'm in.

Hey. Oh, hello.

I did hear the lady's got her wires
crossed again. Yours, I think.

Oh, right. Thank you.

I read it before I realised.

Sorry, Jo.

No, it's all right.

Oh.

Right, so you knew about this before I
did.

I'm a doctor. Heaven's sake, you'd think
I'd be able to plan another pregnancy,

wouldn't you?

Duh -duh!

Anthony Poole's 12 -bore strikes again.

Oh, heaven's sake, we ended up with four
of those mouldering in the golden shed

last year.

Oh, Gordon, congratulations.

What for?

Two reeking, leaking and very dead game
birds.

Just... Well, you can have your work cut
out with those, can't you? No, no, no.

Once I've disembowelled them, they make
a very tasty little casserole.

Would you like to join us?

Some other time.

A dog's a walk. You know how it is.

He scalded you.

Sorry, Sutter.

You look as white as a ghost.

So you know about it too?

Who's been filling your head with
stories about ghosts?

So it's true then?

The spectral presence.

I don't believe in the supernatural.

And if you've any sense, you won't
either.

I don't have you down as the secretive
type.

Excuse me?

Well, why didn't you mention you were
married?

You never asked.

Only, a girl might have to think twice
before she dated a married man.

I'm divorced.

I've got two kids. I see them once every
blue moon.

That do you?

Excuse us.

Look.

You can make yourself too available.

Not ladylike.

Throwing yourself at a bloke.

You're not my mother.

While you're out with us, I'm the next
best thing.

Matron would go be dirty if she knew you
were in here.

Yeah, never mind buying alcohol.

Well, we best make sure she doesn't find
out.

Anyone want another drink?

She's Matron's niece.

Yeah, she's also young, free and 21,
mate.

Oh, and that's what she told you, is it?

Look, what she does in her own time,
Alan, is her own business.

She shall even be drinking.

She's only 17.

Who's there?

Nurse!

I thought I heard something.

Nurse McCaig, will you pull yourself
together and go back to the ward?

Is there a problem, sister? Oh, these
girls and their ridiculous stories about

the Phantom of Fawcett Ward.

I thought that nonsense had been stamped
out.

As if I knew nurses didn't have enough
to worry about.

Oh, I recognise that voice.

Right,

we'll get going then, eh? Oh, no, no,
no, you can't go.

It's so early!

And you're so drunk.

You just put a sock in it, otherwise
we're all for the rocket.

We're too late.

Looks like it's bathroom window.

Well, I can't. Not in this skirt.

Okay, least you can do is give me a
goodnight kiss.

Lay one finger on her in that condition
and I'll deck you.

What kind of a guy do you think I am?

I don't feel well.

Oh, love!

Me new suede shoes!

Oh, you better make yourself scared.

You will look after her, won't you?

Yeah, just go on.

Go on.

Susan!

I had to fiddle with Winder, but I got
it open in the end.

Matron.

Ladies.

Matron.

Matron. One of the babies has gone
missing from the nursery.

Oh, come on.

We've made a search of hospital
premises.

There's no sign of forced entry.

We'll need to interview all staff on
duty tonight.

Sister Bridget told me you'd be safe in
the nursery.

There was no reason for us to think
otherwise.

We'll do our best to find him, I assure
you.

The child has jaundice, which needs very
careful monitoring.

If the condition gets worse and isn't
treated, well, the worst possible

is that bile salts build up in the brain
and that causes damage.

I'm aware of the urgency of the
situation, Doctor.

If you could send the staff through to
me, Matron, one by one.

I keep thinking, well, it would have
been my child, snatched by a stranger.

Any news?

No. No, Gordon's had to sedate the
mother.

Parents are absolutely beside
themselves.

Eight years they've been trying for a
baby, and it's happened. It's

unbelievable.

What about you?

Oh, thank you for your discretion last
night.

I told you you'd be able to move.

Um, I haven't actually told him yet, so
I would appreciate it if you could

respect my confidence a little bit
longer.

Call me naive, but wouldn't it be the
first person you want to share the good

news with?

The truth is I haven't actually decided
what I'm going to do.

Nothing, sir.

Are you beating for us today only?

I thought we were meeting at the Grange.

So it's suddenly a crime to be
childless, is it? You have to follow

of inquiry, unless you'd taken an
interest in the child yesterday.

You're pointing the finger at me as
though I'm some kind of maniac.

For God's sake, Anthony, don't just sit
there. Stand up for me.

Who are you, woman?

What are you doing in my house, raising
your flaming voice?

You know, I already have a son, who I
hardly ever see.

I feel guilty every night when I get
home too late to put him to bed. I feel

guilty when...

He cries for the nanny, not for me.

It's a tough choice to make.

If I were to have another baby, Gordon
would expect me to give up work. And I

don't think I could cope with the guilt
if I didn't. But, you know, what's the

alternative? I'm stuck at home every day
with two small children. I think I'd go

quietly mad.

Talk to him.

Please.

Well, the door opened and then it closed
on its own, so I thought it was a

ghost. But the police say it's her who
ran off with the baby.

I feel terrible.

Look, you can't blame yourself.

That ward really gives me the creeps.
And that ghost door is a load of old

cobblers designed to scare new nurses
stiff.

You what?

She wiped the floor with me.

And me.

My car's been well and truly marked for
letting you set foot in licensed

premises. Yeah, well, I told her it was
all my fault.

It makes no difference. We should have
stopped you.

And I will next time.

That's the last time I'm taking you out.

So, what's the pamphlet, sir?

An early night washing your smalls, if
you've any sense.

So is it true?

There is no flapping faucet phantom?

Well... Of course there is.

Please, my husband needs to see a
doctor.

What will we do him back at school,
love?

Come with me.

Doctor, those lights up, please, Lizzie.

She's always hating me.

What makes you think that?

He told me not to tell you.

That if I did, Dad would be angry and
send me away and put me in care.

She wanted me to keep it a secret.

What is it?

My uncle.

It wasn't an accident.

She pushed me on purpose, don't I, dear?

Sadly, this little baby is jaundiced.

So I just pray that whoever saw fit to
take baby Adam will

find it in their conscience to return
him to his mother and father before it's

too late.

I, um... I have some concerns about your
daughter, Mr Hibbert.

But you'll have to wait, Doctor. I've
just dropped in to tell Lucy the good

news. Alice had a baby last night.

Ashfordly General.

Both her and the little lad are doing
really well.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Nathan's on the radio, Doctor. Listen.

Any information regarding this incident
should be reported to the police as soon

as possible.

Do you remember me, Anthony?

No, I don't. Who are you? What's wrong
with him, Doctor?

Blood sugar's high.

He's hyperglycemic.

Obviously, the incident he's taking
isn't controlling his diabetes. Now, we

should see a difference once we've got
this.

Insulin injection inside him, then we'll
get him to a ward, keep an eye on him.

I should have known something were
wrong.

Women with new babies don't just hang
round on street corners that time of

night, do they?

Everything all right, Lindy? This
gentleman took a woman with a baby from

hospital late last night, Doctor.

Can you describe her?

Small, slim, short blonde hair, like
that twiggy.

Very striking.

It said on the radio to come here or to
the police.

I'll call the station, if you'd like to
take a seat.

Can you phone Ashfordly General first,
Lizzie? I need to speak to the maternity

ward quick again.

Where am I, love?

You're all right, Tony.

You've had to come to hospital.

Just a little prick while I get some
blood for tests, all right?

Doctor?

Anthony?

Anthony!

We need to get some glucose level.

Anthony!

So...

You were with her, waiting at the
hospital, were you? I dropped her off at

door.

I had a tourist board function at the
Crown last night.

Alice didn't mind that I had to get
addled, I mean, no offence, but babies,

women's work.

Right. And they're letting her home
today with a premature baby.

We're nowhere near ready for him. I've
got a shopping list as long as my arm.

Mr Hibbert, I'm afraid that I've already
checked and your wife wasn't admitted

to Estuary General last night.

There must be some kind of mix -up. I
watched her walk through the doors. And

woman matching her description was
picked up close to here with a baby and

to a hotel in Scarborough.

What are you getting at, Doctor?

You should also know that your daughter
has made some allegations concerning her

stepmother. She's claiming that she
pushed her in the stairs deliberately.

I've explained.

Lucy's got it in for Alice because of
her mother.

Mr Hibbert, I'm sorry to ask this, but
have you actually seen your wife?

Undressed in the last couple of months.

Hang on a minute.

Just because my Alice has a kid the same
night you lot lose one, doesn't mean to

say you can pin this on her.

Right, phone the police.

Please, Lizzie. Do you have any idea
where she is at the moment?

She told me they were taking her and the
baby home in an ambulance.

She should be there by now.

Right, tell them to meet us at Elmley
Guesthouse. Tell them it's urgent.

More of this kind of thing, Doctor.

Alice?

No right to party to a private home.

Doctor?

I just thought I'd come and check on you
both, Alice.

I'm a little boy.

Don't you want to hold him?

Look, David.

He's got your eyes.

It says here, today is the day of
surprises.

Take extra care not to inflame a certain
someone's heart.

Oh, I wish there was a way to tell how
someone feels about you.

I know one.

My mother's mother taught it to me.

And she was the seventh child of a
seventh child.

You don't believe in all that mumbo
-jumbo, do you?

Well, she was scared stiff of the ward
ghost last night. You know, the one that

doesn't exist.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't mock the
unknown.

There's more to it than we can ever
understand.

I agree with Marion.

You do?

OK.

You wait until it's dark, you have a
mirror in front of you and a few candles

lit, and you ask the other side who
you're going to marry.

And then, if you concentrate hard
enough...

You see their reflection in the mirror
beside yours.

Oh, I'd die of fright.

I'd die of laughter. It's a load of
drivel.

So you don't want to find out who it is
you're going to marry?

Not really, no.

It could be someone gorgeous like Robert
Redford.

No, in my luck, it'll turn out to be
someone like Alan.

Well, we'll do it.

Good night.

You discharged early, Alice.

Considering the baby was premature.

I got my dates wrong.

It happens.

Easiest first labour the midwife had
seen.

There's no point in hanging around a
hospital, is there?

And I wanted to get back.

Bring our little Mark back to see his
dad.

Could I have a little look, do you
think?

Only there's been some confusion at the
hospital.

Someone stole a newborn baby.

So let's just put her mind at rest and
she can be on her way.

He's looking a little bit jaundiced
there, Alice. Did the doctor or the

mention that to you at the hospital?

There's nothing wrong with him. Alice,
just give the baby to me, please. Just

leave us alone.

Your husband now appears to be
hyperglycemic.

I think we may have slightly overdone
the insulin.

With this glucose drip and this glucagon
injection, we should soon have his

blood sugar levels up again.

His collar's coming back and his pulse
is going down. Good.

Anthony, how are you feeling?

Where am I?

This is the Royal.

Your diabetes has been playing up, love.

Who are you?

I want Daisy. Where's my Daisy?

Alice.

You know that... Babies with jaundice
really need to be in hospital, you know

that?

He'll become quite ill if you don't let
me take him back to the hospital. You

know that, Alice, don't you?

Stand here and watch you bully my wife.
No, please. I didn't mean to do any

harm.

You blamed yourself when your wife took
ill.

Lucy hates me.

I knew you'd choose her.

How else could I make you stay?

You see, I was engaged once.

And he gave me a filthy disease.

I'd never have kids of my own.

Not after him.

All these months.

You've lied to me.

Listen, look.

Really, we can...

We can sort all of this mess out.

Alice, if you just... If you just give
baby Adam to me and I can take him back

to the hospital, can't I? I'll go to
prison, won't I?

I can't.

Help me, David, please.

And the glucose has been administered,
Ivy?

He should be back to normal by now. I
just don't understand it.

No cause for any anxiety, I can assure
you. Your husband is in very capable

hands. Doctor, he's fitting. Right. Get
him over.

I need a 10ml injection of Valium,
please, just straight away.

You pushed my Lucy down the stairs.

All the time.

Watching, sniping, trying to poison your
mind against me.

I couldn't have a poke in the nose in,
could I? I saw you with my own eyes.

You were out here.

You had backache, you had morning
sickness.

Padded up a pillow with Kapok.

Kept adding more every week.

You never noticed, did you?

Wouldn't lay a finger on me once you
thought I was expecting.

You planned this.

Planned to abduct somebody else's child.

Once I told you I was pregnant.

The look in your eyes.

You were so excited about being a dad
again.

How could I tell you I was lying?

So last night, Alice, what did you do?

Once you dropped me off at Ashfordly.

I went back to the Royal as if I was
visiting someone.

I waited in the lavatory until it was
quiet.

He was there.

My perfect boy.

I just picked him up and walked out.

Booked a room in the Grand for last
night.

And I brought him home.

All this time, you lied to me.

There was no baby.

Just give me the baby, and we can talk
later.

Goodbye, little one.

I'm so sorry, David.

Blood's back within acceptable levels.

Up and down like a yo -yo, it seems.
What the hell's going on?

I noticed a bruise on the hairline.

And when I got him into his pyjamas, his
elbows and knees were a bit grazed.

Any idea how your husband acquired these
injuries, Mrs. Poole?

That? Oh, it's nothing.

He was on the back of the shooting break
with the dogs. I turned a corner rather

sharply. He fell off.

We had a good laugh about it afterwards.

Why, in heaven's name, didn't you say
so, Juan?

He's dehydrated and his bile salts have
increased slightly, but I think we

caught it just in time.

Let's get him under the ultraviolet
light, Nurse, as quickly as we can.

Right away.

You OK, Jill?

I'm fine, it's just that poor woman.

Sorry, I'm just...

Boggy swelling on the hairline on the
right -hand side, right above the middle

meningeal artery.

Pupils unequal, subdural hematoma.

When your husband fell, he hit his head
and ruptured the blood vessel.

The resulting pressure on his brain
caused a disorientation.

So it has nothing to do with the
diabetes?

Nothing whatsoever.

In order to get rid of the blood, we
have to drill a hole in the skull to

relieve the pressure. That's the job for
the neurosurgeons at Ashfordly General.

His brain's damaged. Is that what you're
saying? Not necessarily. If we can

relieve the pressure at once, your
husband should return to his usual self.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll arrange for you to go with your
husband in the ambulance.

I'll drive myself. Thank you.

And I must decamp to my soiree.

My wife's amateur dramatic society are
giving an entertainment this evening.

We shall be slapping hand to thigh with
monocular's regularity, I fear.

That child, has he been found?

He has, yes.

I'd have given everything to have one of
me own.

That doesn't mean I'd steal another
woman's baby.

Shame on you, sister.

So sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry too, love.

Oh, terrible business, Doctor.

They're fake, a pregnancy.

And the husband claims he didn't know
anything about it. It's delightful.

You'd be amazed, the number of men who
are totally ignorant about feminine

biology.

I think the woman must have been
unhinged. Well, she was deluded,

wasn't she? She was driven to drastic
measures because she'd told this lie and

she wouldn't... She wouldn't... Sorry.

Jill? Here, take my arm.

Just need to sit down, I think, so I'm
fine.

Mr Carnegie, go and get some help.

You know, I'm not sure we should do
this.

Yeah, me neither.

How many chances will you ever get to
hear about your future from the other

side?

I'll go next.

After Marion.

But what if it's bad things?

What if it's about death or pain or
illness?

Have some of this.

Now, first things first.

Light, Stella.

You're absolutely sure this is a good
idea?

Come on.

Right. To start, we all hold hands.

Concentrate on the candle.

Summon our spirit friend to be with us
tonight.

Pulse 110.

Blood pressure 80 over 50, Doctor.

Stay on, please, sister. Let's get that
drip set up. And we'll need the

emergency O negative from eternity.

Matron, could you phone Ashford and tell
them we'll be transferring?

Jill? Oh, I'm sorry, Gordon.

What happened, sweetheart?

No blood pressure. Fast pass, abdominal
pain. Guarding in the left iliac fossa.

Ectopic. Don't be ridiculous. You're not
pregnant.

She is.

She found out yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. It's okay.

Come on, it's okay.

It's okay.

Is there anybody there?

What was that?

My stomach. I'm starving.

Shh. We nearly got something then.

Concentrate.

If there's anyone in this room who can
communicate with us, please make

known by knocking twice.

I had my abdominal pain earlier today.

I just realised, really.

You need to rest now.

We're going to get you to Ashfordly.

Everything's going to be all right.

It's my fault.

It's it I thought I'd want another time.

You didn't.

And now I'm being punished.

Jill. Jill, can you hear me?

Jill! The ambulance is on its way,
Doctor.

She's deteriorating. I don't think it
would be wise to transfer her in this

condition. All right, we need to operate
here.

Make sure you call Mr Rose. Tell him
that we apologise for interrupting his

evening, but we have an emergency here.
Straight away, Doctor.

Can you get six units of blood cross
-matched, please, sister?

All right.

We need to get her through to theatre.
Hey, is that because she's a help? Yes.

Give me a hand with this.

Go on.

Ask our spooky visitors a question.

What if you tell me something I don't
want to hear?

Look, that's enough for one night.

Don't be chicken.

You won't ever know if you don't ask.

Okay.

Will I ever be married? What she really
means is will she ever be married to

Mike Banner?

I'll say yes.

Looks like you're going to be marrying
Banner.

Marrying Banner?

Can we be bridesmaids?

Oh, my leg's gone dead in there.

They set you up, Marion.

You filthy, rotten pig.

It's only a joke.

Sense of humour, Marion.

Come on, let's see.

Messages from the other side. I nearly
wet myself in there.

Excuse me.

I told you we could all make a picture.

Oh, my hand. I've got it now.

Get some water, quick.

And the fire extinguisher now.

Yeah!

My knees are weak.

Lord, if I, I can't even speak.

Walk in my shadow.

I can't take it anymore.

Mr. Rose is on his way. Half an hour
should do it.

I've got a pulse, but blood pressure's
barely recordable. This girl looks 40,

but I can hardly get it.

She must be bleeding massive.

She's slipping away, Doctor.

Damn it.

We can't wait for Mr. Rose. We've got to
get in there and stop that bleeding

now. I've seen the procedure during
surgical training.

If I can get in there and clamp the
arteries, then we can wait for Mr. Rose.

no, no, you're no surgeon.

It's a trigger procedure. One slip and
you can kill her. I'm going to take full

responsibility for this myself.

She's your wife.

It's a rather extreme situation, Doctor.

We've less than ten minutes before she
bleeds to death now. If anyone's got a

better solution, feel free to speak up
now. I'll get her anaesthetised. You

scrub up.

Right, come on, Mr. Rose.

You want to incinerate everyone in the
building?

It's not that bad, but we can put it
out. There's no need to tell anybody.

Oh, yeah, and no -one will notice when
there's old in the carpet and black

when we come down for breakfast. Even if
we had to spend the entire night

cleaning up, I am not owning up to my
aunt. I've just set the place on fire.

What packs, please, sister?

Suction?

I think I've got it.

Matron has informed me of Dr.
Weatherill's predicament.

What the devil's going on, Ormrod?

Rhapsodic topic.

I've managed to clamp the ovarian
artery, but I can't find the uterine.

still losing a lot of blood.

Good man.

Right, off you go. No, no, no. I need to
stay here.

You may observe, but no further
intervention will be necessary.

Excuse me, sir.

Doctor? No, I'm okay, I'm okay.

Why wouldn't she tell her husband that
she was expecting a baby?

Dr. Wetherill will have had her reasons.

What on earth?

There ain't no fire.

There was, but it was really small.

Then we'd put it out. False alarm, lad.

Take your big red engine and go. We'll
get into trouble.

Oh, no.

Try talking to the other Swanee.

Frankie? Alan?

Where do you think you're going?

Ah.

Just as I suspected.

No wonder she went down so fast.

A very unfortunate and unusual
complication.

The thesis was in the cornue.

The ampulla at the end of the fallopian
tube nearest to the uterus.

When it ruptured, it ruptured not only
the tube, but the uterus itself.

Torn? Beyond repair, I'm afraid.

You realize what I have to do in order
to rectify this?

Hysterectomy. I'm afraid so.

But you wanted... We both wanted more
children.

Do I have your consent, Dr. Ormerod?

You must do what you have to do.

Good man.

Swabs, please, sister.

Thank you.

A seance?

Have you entirely taken leave of your
senses?

It was all my fault.

I forced the others into it. That's not
true.

It was a joke that went wrong.

Rather spectacularly, by the look of it.

We'll make good any damages.

Yeah, well, I should have known better.

Messages from beyond the grave, my foot.

I beg your pardon?

We were trying to keep Marion that she'd
find out who she'd marry from the other

side.

And you believe this nonsense?

Well, not really, but Marion did.

Sounds really stupid, doesn't it?

You do realise this prank could have
ended in tragedy?

We'll pay for any damage, Matron. You
most certainly will.

And your futures here are under review.

Regulations clearly ban candles, alcohol
and male visitors from the premises,

all of which you chose to ignore.

Sorry. Your niece and our receptionist
live in subsidised nurses'

Matron. I think we need to tighten up
discipline.

So do I.

I want to see all of you in my office
first thing tomorrow morning.

And in the meantime, I want you to
repair as much of the damage as you can.

Have I been on my own?

Have you been delayed at all?

Out of Flanders.

It took courage to take action.

If you did it a moment longer, you'd
have lost her.

You saved her life on the road.

And lost our child.

She's been unlucky.

Very unlucky indeed.

Good luck, Gordon.

The end of my tether has been reached.

I'll be writing to your mother, urging
her to arrange your passage home to

Rhodesia with immediate effect.

I said I was sorry.

I like it here.

I've made friends.

I'm very fond of you, but I can't cope
with you.

You seem to leave a trail of devastation
in your wake.

But I've changed, Auntie.

I've had a good think, like you said,
and I've made a decision about what I

to do with the rest of my life.

How convenient.

I've found my vocation.

At last.

I want to be a nurse, just like you.

Please let me stay here.

Prove I can do it.

The tube ruptured.

We had no choice but to operate.

You lost six units, Jill.

Gave us quite a fright.

I was worried.

Well, you're still here.

That's all that matters.

Please, whatever you do, don't try and
tell me there'll be other babies.

And there'll be other babies, but... It

doesn't make losing this one any more
terrible.

What?

The uterus.

Mr. Lowe's had no choice.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so very sorry.

What did he say?

We'll find out that he'll lose you.

He's trapped me.

To save your life.

It was the last resort.

I promise.

Everything will be all right.

All right.

I'll never get it.