All language subtitles for The Royal s07e02 On the Road

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?

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far
away.

Now it looks as though they're here to
stay.

Oh, I believe in yesterday,

but I'm not half the one I used

to be.

There's a shadow hanging over me.

I'm sorry to call you out. We're just a
bit concerned about one or two of our

men here.

Dermot, this is Dr.

Burnett. He's going to take a look at
you, all right?

Oh, I might find this, Dr.

It's as if it... I'll just have me mug
of soup and I'll be on my way. You don't

sound too good.

I'd better take a look at that foot.

It's not me that needs it, Doctor. No,
it's George there.

Hello there.

So, what's the trouble?

His leg.

Very bad leg.

Smell this, please, sister.

Right, gentlemen, everybody out.

Come on, Dermot, Nurse McCaig, I'll look
after you. Come on.

Powerful smell.

Holy mother, your man's been beaten for
weeks.

You all need a good wash.

And you can clean up your language as
well. It's a Sunday.

There, thanks, Frank.

Try and keep still now.

Scissors, please, Marion.

How long have you had this?

Please ask Matron to come through.

That's disgusting.

We need more disinfectant. How can
people live like that?

This is George.

He has a severely infected varicose
ulcer in need of urgent treatment.

Another three ulcer will require
admission.

I've rung Ashfordly General. There'll be
beds available tomorrow.

That's no good.

If we let them go now, they'll just
disappear.

And he won't live long in his state.

Well, we simply haven't the room, have
we, sister?

Well, there's a bed in Fawcett, but he
can't go in with the women. What about

the private room? We use them out of the
trunk, right?

Oh, that was a genuine emergency.

And Mr Carnegie does try to keep them
exclusively for fee -paying patients.

I'm sure he'll accept that clinical need
overrides other considerations.

Anyway, he's not in today, is he?

What are you doing to me, woman? Oh,
keep still, will you? There's nothing

with me arm. Just me toe that's hurt.

You're anemic, Dermot. And you're
suffering from malnutrition. We're

an infusion of vitamins and iron.

You're putting iron into me.

Sure am I out in all weathers.

Or do I just go rusty?

Oh, aren't you a real comedian?

I've put George and Mr Rose's operating
list for the morning. The other two need

treating for scabies and lice.

Nurse. We'll get those clothes out of
here.

Shall we try and get them laundered?

Burn them, I think, don't you?

Oi, that's me best suit.

I'll talk to the sisters, get you some
second -hand stuff.

Right, we'll start by giving the two of
them a good wash.

And open those windows, keep that smell
at bay.

We don't want it over the whole
hospital.

Mr Carnegie's not going to like this.

Well, he'll have to lump it, won't he?

Nibs has been early.

He's making my life hell at the moment.

I hope he's in a good mood.

He won't be when he sees he's having a
private wedding.

Lizzie, have you heard from your father
yet?

Any idea when he's going to be back from
Torquay?

Give him a chance. He might have just
buried me grand.

There's a lot to sort out.

I just need to know when he's going to
be back to work, Lizzie. It's not like

can take an indefinite leave.

I'm not getting involved.

Between you and him, is that? Yeah.

Thank you.

Have we got a problem with our drinks?

Don't think so.

Can you smell that?

No. No?

Oh, and Dr. Omler phoned to confirm Dr.
Wetherill will be starting back full

time today.

Lizzie, can't you smell that?

No. Oh.

It's better.

I'll go.

Aye, right.

Get the stinking so -and -so over here.

He's not moving till we've operated.

Ah, well, I've heard enough myself.

Did I hear mention of some new cloak?
No, you don't.

You're going nowhere until the doctor's
seen you again.

Nice to have you back again, Doctor.

Thank you. Should ease our burden,
aren't we? Yes.

Good to see you again.

Never had to work so hard as I have
since I've been here.

I'm sure you cope very well.

Right, well, I'd better get myself
sorted out then.

She's looking so much better.

Yes, yes.

But losing the baby did affect her very
deeply.

We must make sure that she doesn't have
too heavy a caseload. She was exhausted

after she came in for that emergency.

And it might be better if you send all
antenatal patients to me or Dr Burnett

for now, please, Lizzie. OK.

Thank you.

Oh, sweet.

He thinks the world of it is Dr.

Elmerod.

Could you ask Mr. Rose to pop up to the
private suite when he gets here?

Need him to take a look at my emergency
patient.

I want to make sure she has as few cases
involving babies as possible.

We'll do what we can.

What is that awful smell?

Oh, yes, it's not very nice, is it? No,
things are really flipping round here.

The sooner we have Ken Hopkirk back, the
better.

Well, can I smell it?

It's the patient Dr Burnett admitted
yesterday.

You'd better talk to him about it.

Report to me when you've done it, Alan.

Yeah, right.

And as soon as you can, please.

He wants me to check every manhole and
drain cover.

I mean, we all know it's those tramps.

But he reckons there might be a dead rat
down there. Trust me, he's a smelly

rat. Very funny.

I hope your dad gets back soon.

Get him off me back.

Right, my list, please, Lily.

Here we are, thank you.

Oh, right.

Only three?

Uh, most of these are for Dr. Romrod or
Dr. Burnett.

Ah, good morning, my dear.

Delighted to see you back in full
harness again.

Thank you, Mr. Rose.

Hope this burnout chap's ready. We've a
long list to get through. Oh, yeah, and

Dr. Burnett would like you to have a
look at an emergency in the private

before he's out.

No peace for the wicked, eh?

So, there's a full operating list,
there's a full reception, and I've only

three, so...

When I was a student nurse, I was more
trouble than I was worth.

Which is why it'd be ideal to keep an
eye on this one.

Help bring her along.

She'll be staying in the nurse's home.

Another pair of hands could be useful.

She seems a sensible sort.

And very brainy.

Three A -levels.

She arrived from Leeds this morning.

Good God!

Gas mask would come in handy. That pipe
of yours almost comes as a relief.

Oh, that's a peach, I must say.

It is better now.

No need for cutting.

I beg to differ on that, old chap.

It's even worse here. Where's the
nearest train?

Is it coming from upstairs?

Just like so.

Oh, gosh.

Next, please, Lizzie.

Mrs. Woodnut.

What's the right page? Why don't we look
after this new student nurse?

You never know, she might be all right.

Good morning, the Royal.

Mm -hm.

Hello, Mrs. Woodnut.

You looking well?

Er, yes, yes.

Please go through.

All right?

Gordon.

How come you rushed off your feet and
I've got three patients?

It just happens sometimes. Oh, look, I
hope you're not trying to protect me.

Come on, I'm not some delicate little
flower. Look, I know for a fact that two

of your patients today used to come to
me.

Oh, I don't realise you're tired yet.
It'll settle down, we'll see.

She's on her way. Yeah, Matron's coming
now.

There's something wrong with the phones
today.

This dead funny sound comes on the line.

What sort of funny sound?

Like a rasping wheezy sort of noise. A
bit like somebody being choked to death.

Yes.

Thank you. Just pass me the phone,
please.

Oh, now I've been cut off. Second time
today that's happened.

Well, who was the call from, anyway?

Oh, yeah, Lee's infirmary to do with a
student nurse. Change of plans.

What? Well, they're sending a different
one or something.

Shall I ring them back?

It's the new nurse.

She's here.

Oh.

Thanks, mate.

Don't worry. You can tell them back at
the end of the week.

Hello, Auntie.

I'm your new nurse.

Well? I was supposed to go to Billingham
Hospital, but I managed to persuade

clever Miss A -Level to take my place.

So here I am.

I'd have thought you'd have wanted to
train down south.

Nail her. I loved it when I were up
here.

Everyone's right friendly.

Well, that's what's normal for you,
love. And some of us are more friendly

others as well.

Right.

You can get unpacked, and then you can
start on bedpan duties in Milner Ward.

Chronic varicose ulcer.

Worst I've seen.

Needs a thorough debridement and a skin
graft.

Sorry. I thought we'd got them all.

He's lucky to have them, or he'd be a
goner.

They mop up bacteria.

Let's get him on the chopping board or
he'll lose his leg.

It's all right, George.

George!

We're operating so that won't have to
happen. What on earth is going on?

They needed beds.

These are the only ones available.

They're not our patients.

They're vagrants. Two of them aren't
even British citizens.

If we don't treat these men, they'll
probably die.

The chap I've just examined will be
lucky not to lose his leg. These

are supposed to be exclusively for
private patients.

You've made your point. But the sooner
Dr. Burnett and I are allowed to carry

on, the sooner they will be discharged.

And your rooms will be vacant of
vagrants.

Hello, the Royal.

Oh, hello, Dad. How's tricks?

Hang on. What letter?

Well, I gave Carnegie the post, but I
never noticed.

Any of what you've written to him about?

Helen! Well, sorry.

Carnegie's orders.

You're not cut off late.

You'll be fine, George.

I promise.

We'll be up for you soon.

Keep still, you're like an eel.

I remember now why I left Ireland.

It was to get away from women like you.

We'll take that nail off later.

Just stay in your drip. Do as Sister
Bridget said.

And you can start by handing that over.

What?

That's mine, you thief and witch. It's
meth's, Dermot.

And it's killing you.

Those tramps should never have been
admitted.

I've seen your partner. You can't
condone this. The hospital crawling with

maggots. It was a medical decision. Nick
made it. In my opinion, he was right.

So, um... Sorry.

I've got patients waiting.

Well, just as long as they make sure
that the room's made to fit again for

normal patients.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Carnegie's furious with thingy the
locum, so he takes it out on me?

He's quite disheveled. Dr. Burnett?

Mind you, shows Mike Banner.

Oh, I think Marion's pining for him to
get back from Australia, the poor thing.

He's been on me back all morning.

Your dad wouldn't put up with it.

What's up?

He's not coming back.

Who, Dr. Banner? No, me dad.

He's jacking the job in.

He's wrote to Carnegie.

No. Me granny in Corky what died.

Ran aghast out.

She's left it to me mam.

She wants to move down there.

Her and me dad are going to run it. I
don't believe it.

Carnegie's not fed up.

Can't read his letter yet.

And don't go blurting your mouth off me
that this is in confidence.

Good morning, the Royal.

Come in.

Sorry to interrupt, Mr Carnegie.

I've just had Mrs Porthy on.

Private patient due in next week for a
drooping eyelid.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She can't do next week
now. She's been invited some due in

Harrogate. She'll just have to buy a new
hat.

She wants her operation brought forward,
if possible.

That's all we need.

All right, let me seat her. Thanks,
Lizzie.

Have you ever heard of travelling light?

What have you got in here?

Just clothes.

Oh, you should have brought some more.
I've got a really good one back here.

Well, actually, there is one more thing.

Why don't me in the mouth?

Well, my record player's being sent on
and I need to collect it from the

station. Could you run me up there at
lunchtime?

I don't have a car, love.

You drive an ambulance?

No, that's not the question.

No.

No.

Soon I'll be rid of him, soon I'll be
rid of that awful smell.

How's it going?

What, the honest truth?

I've had absolutely nothing to do.

You don't think Gordon is kind of
mollycoddling me or something? No, of

not. Why don't you pop home, have some
lunch?

We might be busier this afternoon.

I've got a female patient coming in this
afternoon. I'd like these men confined

to one room and she can have the other.
But it is a situation I'm far from happy

about. No, be a squeeze, put in there.

Well, I gather three of them are going
to be discharged before lunchtime.

I want that sweet fumigated before she
gets here.

Is there any chance she'd be bringing a
wee drop of drink with her, sir?

Move them out whilst you clean.

Yvonne Smith's new baby's first on the
home visit list.

She's Jill's patient. Have her records,
please. Yes, she'll be in here.

Keep her under wide for Yvonne. There's
that many Smiths, you see.

Hello, the Royal.

Oh, I see.

Collapsed.

I think Dr Weatherill's available.

Right -o.

No, no, don't call Jill. What is it?

One of the operators at the telephone
exchange has collapsed. Missy Doris

Nightingale. I'll go.

What about your house calls?

I know the patient. She's asthmatic. She
may need physical help. I don't want

Jill exerting herself too much. All
right?

I shall need to excise the margins of
the ulcer and remove the pyogenic

granulations.

Then I shall take a skin graft from the
thigh and suture it over the debrided

ulcer. Tricky.

Yes.

Let's hope it's worth it.

Scalpel and forceps, please.

You're going to get me shot, you are.

Keep your head down. I'm not allowed to
take passengers.

I'll be in no trouble if they find out
I'm gone.

He's lost a step.

Take it easy, love.

It's the best way. I can't get older
than anyone for anybody.

There's Lyme being down.

They come in every ten minutes, Mark.

Love, I'm going to take you straight to
the hospital. I'll go as quick as I can.

Time falls.

Time leaves you nothing, nothing at all.
It's like a

baby at home in the first place.

It's what we both wanted.

Just hold on, will you?

What's going on, Lizzie?

Accident on the Northern Courtauld
track. This chap reckons the driver's

hurt, but it's not there.

What isn't there? The ambulance.

I've radioed Frankie, but no answer.

All right, OK, fine.

I'll go. Look, if you do contact the
ambulance, tell them where I am, all

Hello, Dr Weatherill here. Can you tell
me exactly where you are, please?

Cut, please.

Thank you.

Yeah.

A very elegant piece of work, if I may
say so.

If you'd like to put a dressing on the
donor part of the thigh, please, nurse.

Yes, Mr. Rose. With a bit of luck, that
graft should take very well.

Thanks for your support, Mr.

Carnegie.

I'm not sure I don't share his concern.

This chap will only go out and get
himself into another mess.

Don't we have a duty of care, whoever
we're treating?

With certain patience, I sometimes
wonder about our Hippocratic Oath.

Emergency call. Serious accident. Follow
me.

Come in.

Come in.

Just come in now.

Damn it.

There you go. It's just as easy, doesn't
it? That's it.

There we go. I've got you.

Okay. That's all right.

Okay.

What are you doing on me?

Look,

we only went to the internet, okay?

Doris has had a severe asthma attack.
She's lost her inhaler somewhere.

Thank you.

All right, Doris.

You're here now.

OK, I'm going to need some oxygen,
please.

250 milligrams of aminophylline and
anode. Can we organise someone to get

I'll go.

Thank you.

Hello?

Someone in here as well.

Oh, God.

I think she's having a baby.

Well,

she should be easy now.

Do you feel any better, Doris?

Dr. Weatherill's patient.

Supples from mild angina. As well as
asthma.

Right, well, we should keep her under
observation for a bit more then.

Have you seen Jill, by the way?

Oh, I think she went home for lunch.

All right, Teresa, just try and stay
calm.

I can't move me foot!

All right, good girl.

You're OK.

Frankie? Yeah?

Can you get either of these back doors
off? No, they seem jammed.

Right, um... Well, she's in the advanced
stages of labour, but she seems to be

trapped by her foot, right? We need to
get the driver out and we need to see if

we can get her out through the front
door. Right, OK.

Come on, mate, let's be having you, eh?

I've got you. I've got you.

Come on. Please, you've got to help my
wife. She's having a baby. We know,

We know.

All right, Susie. You're doing well.
Good girl.

Susie, you need to take your coat off.
Put it on the ground, OK?

My best one.

For heaven's sake.

Right, you need to apply pressure
bandages.

Stem the bleeding, OK?

Sorry.

How lovely to see you again, Mrs Pooley.

And you, Mr Carnoustie.

This way, please. I'll take you to your
suite.

Mr Rose, your surgeon, will be there to
talk you through your procedures, etc.

Get me my case, Eric.

He'd rather be off golfing. He's a full
member at Royal Liver, Miss Eric.

A full member.

Is he indeed?

Thank you for accommodating me at short
notice. I appreciate that, Mr

Carnoustie.

Carnegie, now it's no problem.

Come on, Susie, wake up.

Come on, let's be having you.

Right, Susie, can you tend to Mr
Fisher's wounds, please, while we try

his wife out of the car?

I can't move it. All right.

All right, good girl.

Come on.

I can't move it. All right, Teresa,
we'll get you out. Try and be brave.

Frankie!

I feel a bit better now, thanks.

But I'd like you to stay in until we've
got you a replacement inhaler and we've

made sure that you're stabilised. Oh, I
don't want another do like that again.

He shut me up, did that.

It's so awful, you know, when you can't
get your breath.

Of course.

Come this way. You can wait in
reception.

You may get back to your duty, sister.

Keep breathing through the pain if you
can, good girl.

Her left foot is wedged between the back
of that seat and the rear door, but I

can't open that door because it's
buckled on impact. Sorry, you can't get

door off? No, not without the proper
tools anyway.

We're going to need the fibre gate.

How are the contractions, would you say?
Getting closer.

I told you to have a look at Doris when
she gets back from lunch.

Oh, this is what I need. Now, sit down.

Lizzie, have you explained to Yvonne
Smith that I'm running late? Yes, done

that, Doctor.

Sit down there, Doris. Right, you are.

Dr Weatherill will be with you shortly.

No, she won't, Matron.

How do you mean?

Well, don't you know where Dr Weatherill
is?

She's at home, isn't she?

No. Where is she, then?

The ambulance weren't here, you see, so
she went out.

What are you talking about?

The car accident.

Because the ambulance weren't where it
should be, Dr Weatherill went instead.

Are you... Are you saying Dr
Weatherall's attending a traffic

Yeah. Still can't get hold of Frankie.

Well, where's he taken the ambulance?

There's been no other call.

I haven't seen student nurse Dixon for a
while either. Do you know where she is?

No, no idea.

Any chance of a cup of tea and a
biscuit, love?

Only I'm an asthmatic, you know, and I'm
here because I've had a bit of an

attack.

Hello, is anyone receiving? Over.

Please, you've got to get my wife over.

I can't lose them both.

Don't worry.

Anyone receiving? Over.

Damn it!

Doc, the radio's out of range. I'm going
to have to find a phone. As quick as

you can, thank you.

Right. Get me out.

I don't want to lose my baby.

All right, Joyce.

Please. You'll be all right.

Here we are.

This is Nurse McKee.

Afternoon, Mrs. Pooley.

What's behind there?

Some other patient.

They won't be using these facilities.
You are strictly private.

And down the mountainside... Darn it!

What on earth do you think you're doing?

I'm having a quiet fag. What's it look
like?

What are you doing out here and off your
drip?

That scotch fella made us all get out
while they cleaned the place.

Where are the other two?

They took their chance and begged it.

I'd have done the same myself.

But I was waiting for you to come round
with the tea.

Right, Doctor, on the way.

How long?

Ten minutes or so.

Can you give me something?

I'm so sorry. There's nothing I can give
you out here.

I am sorry. You'll be all right.

You get what you pay for in this life.

My husband, Eric, always goes private at
the dentist.

His plate and bridge work are
immaculate.

Immaculate?

Excuse me one minute.

Oh, put that there.

Stella, we need a demarcation line
between the rooms. Dr. Burnett, this is

Posey, who's having her operation
tomorrow.

Excuse us.

Right, let's get that screen out. Can't
we get by without moving the screen? Of

course not.

Stella?

I'm terribly sorry about this, Mrs.
Posey.

Came back, and I'm parched. Got a mouth
like the bottom of a butchery girl's

cage.

Have they been wrong with the cheese? I
need you in casualty. I want to take off

that poison tome now.

What? What do you think you're doing
turning patients out of their beds?

Two of them have just run off in their
pyjamas. Excuse me one minute, Mrs.

Pulte. Sister Richard, would you mind if
we spoke about this privately?

You want to do everything privately,
don't you?

Welcome to the madhouse.

Shall we go back to you, Mrs. Pulte?

Come on.

Where are you?

I had no idea.

Have you ever had a baby?

Yes, I have.

I have a little boy.

They look as if they belong in a
Salvation Army hostel rather than a

wing. They needed emergency treatment.

I've dumped up good breath to come in
here.

Who's forking out for them?

You'll be fine. They won't bother you.

Heavens above.

What's that?

It looks like maggots crawling on the
floor.

Oh, you've got maggots.

Maggots in a hospital. It's an absolute
disgrace.

This anesthetic's great stuff.

They don't feel a thing.

Any chance of a bottle of that in liquid
form?

Just keep still, please.

Right.

Let's get him bandied up, Bella.

Will I be all right for walking?

No. You'll have to keep the weight off
that for some time.

In fact, Dermot, you're going to have to
change your whole way of life.

We can dry you out and patch you up, but
if you go out and do it again, you may

not be so lucky.

I know, I know.

I've been giving that a bit of thought
myself.

If you carry on drinking, your liver
will fail.

And at your age, living rough, you won't
last another winter.

All right, Teresa, you're doing really
well. I'm just going to pop your leg

down. Just help me.

Oh, never, ever again.

Bet you won't be stupid enough to have
another.

I would have done, but I had to have an
operation, actually, so I'm not able to

now.

Ow!

Doc, I'm sorry. I told them where we
were. I said it was urgent. I can't get

this door open. All right, just forget
it, Frankie. Go and help Susie.

Keep still, please. I've got to get her
out of there. Calm down, mate. Please,

mate. It's our first baby.

All right, shall we?

Doc! They're here!

They're here!

Everything's going to be okay, Mark.

Therese, we're going to have you out of
here very soon. Good girl.

I was just saying, it ponds a bit in
here.

I bet it's because that Hopkirk chap's
packed in.

Cleaning's gone to pot.

Sorry, are you talking about Ken
Hopkirk?

He's giving notice, isn't he?

I told you that.

I thought it was common knowledge.

This way down, fellas. Follow me.

As quick as you can. She's about to give
birth.

This door here.

Try to hold on, Teresa. They're here
now.

Try not to push for now, Teresa. Try and
hold on. Good girl. Oh, no! It's

coming! It's too late. It's too late.

It's too late, Susie.

Hey, Teresa, can you stop pushing for
me?

I have to deliver this baby, I swear.

I need your help, Susie.

Good girl. And another one.

What's happening? Is she having the
baby?

Don't worry, mate. Dr Weatherill knows
what she's doing.

Good girl.

There we go.

Okay.

Well done.

Teresa, well done. Clamp your scissors,
please.

Susie, clamp your scissors.

Well done, Teresa.

Sounds like you say it to me, mate.

Congratulations, you're a dad.

Are they all right, the both of them?

Yeah.

Oh, great.

Are you still here?

Hasn't my wife got to see you? No, no
-one has.

Lizzie?

Do you know where Lizzie is? That boss
bloke called her off. I gather she's the

daughter of the chap who's given notice
then?

Mm -hm.

All right, Doris, I'll get you in the
nailer.

Mm -hm.

Oh, it's lovely.

Thank you.

Look, we're going to get out and let the
fiber go through you, okay? Well done,

Teresa. Well done.

Thank you.

Be

very

careful taking the doors off, yes?

Your wife's fine.

Give her some.

Come on, hold it.

It needs a bit of cleaning up.

Careful.

When I asked you this morning, you said
you hadn't heard from him. I hadn't. He

rang me after that.

Said to say nothing till you'd read his
letter.

So why did a female patient know before
I did?

No idea.

I told you to keep your big gob shut.

What are you on about?

My dad.

You were the only one I told.

Yet some woman sat in reception.
Apparently you were about it. Well,

to Carnegie.

You've been chatting to patients,
haven't you? No.

I've not said a word to a soul.

Doris, Dr. Omer had asked me to give you
this.

You know how to use it? Yes, I do, love.
Thanks.

He said not to leave until he or Dr
Weatherill's had a chance to see you.

worry, love. I'm not in any hurry.

I want to stay here until I know I'm
right to leave.

I've had a right run, do me.

I'm sorry.

The ambulance is back.

Thank you for it now.

Look who's with him, little me.

Sorry, Doctor. Your wife's back from the
accident.

Accident?

What accident?

What the hell's going on?

Mr Fisher has a possible fractured skull
and will need to be x -rayed. Mrs

Fisher delivered the placenta no
problems, but she will need to be

maternity for a proper check -up.

Alan, take Mrs Fisher and her baby
through, would you please?

Look, I'm sorry, I just don't
understand.

Casualty wasn't on an emergency footing.

No -one was aware the ambulance was
attending one.

It wasn't here to be called out, was it,
Frankie?

You and student nurse Dixon have some
explaining to do.

Why on earth would you say that? Oh,
look, can we worry about that later? I

to get myself cleaned up. We all do.

I managed better, yes.

Thank you.

You look surprisingly chipper.

That ulcer was infecting your entire
body.

This man, he saved my life.

With a modest hand from my good self.

I go soon, yes?

It'd be best if you stayed in for some
time, George.

I suspect you're wasting your breath.

Jill!

I can't believe what's happened.

Putting her in a situation where you
have to deliver a baby, it's... well,

it's... it's unforgivable.

Gordon, I put myself in the situation.

I'm a doctor. It's what I do.

Do you know what?

I feel absolutely great.

It's bringing a new life into the world.
It's always a good thing, isn't it?

Sister Mary's found a plate farm at the
Christian Brothers' Hostel in York.

Could they take George as well as
Dermot?

The pair of them seem to get on.

Sure, they'd be delighted to.

Dermot! You shouldn't be walking on that
foot.

Oh, I had to go. I have an appointment.

With a bottle, no doubt.

You should be ashamed of yourself,
Dermot Sheehan. I am, sister, I am, but

going all the same.

I found a place for you at a hostel. Oh,
it don't take no way. I prevail the

open road.

Good luck to youse all.

Looks like you've a tea going spare.

I heard Jill performed heroically today.

Yes.

Yes. Although nobody's very happy about
the ambulance going missing.

Well, everyone's alive.

Isn't that what matters?

It was all my fault, Frankie. I'm sorry.

No, I knew what I was doing.

I knew I was taking a chance.

You took a chance for me.

Yeah, for you.

Story of my life, love.

All it takes is for a pretty face to
smile at me and I end up in trouble.

That's how I lost my marriage, actually.

Just couldn't resist a pretty face.

Now I'm going to lose my job over it as
well.

I agree that my face is pretty, but I'm
not that happy about my nose.

I mean, have you seen my nose from my
right side?

I mean, I don't think that...

is as good a profile as my left.

What do you reckon?

Right, we're ready for you now.

My name's Alan. This is very important
to me.

I haven't been gossiping with anybody
here, have I? Not to me, you haven't.

have you got something to pass on?

No, I just need to confirm that anybody
who's heard the news about Ken

Hopkirk... They didn't hear it from me.

Who's Ken Hopkirk when he's at home?

He's my dad. All right, Alan. I think
that's enough.

It didn't come from me, Lily.

He told me on the phone. I told you and
not another living soul.

Well, I said no to nobody.

So what else did it flee me well get
out? Well, it wasn't me.

Look, I need you to believe me.

Otherwise you'll never trust me with any
secrets, will you?

No.

No, I won't.

Do you understand how serious this is?

Yes. You could both be facing dismissal.

You took the ambulance away from its
station without informing anyone where

were going.

You put emergency cover for the entire
area at risk. You failed to respond to

several radio calls.

And you took an unauthorised passenger
with you. And you, Nurse Dickerson, left

your post without permission and in
uniform.

Look, I think I'd better explain what
actually happened.

Frankie had gone to fill up the
ambulance with petrol.

and unfortunately he missed the call
while he was at the garage.

Why was Nurse Dixon with him? Well, she
was on her lunch break, and she'd gone

to the station to pick something up, and
I think that Frankie had spotted her

struggling with this heavy parcel and
offered to give her a lift as he was

past. That's right, isn't it?

You still left your post without
permission.

True.

Yes, that's true, but I think they've
more than made up for it with their

excellent work at the accident, really.

I don't think it's an exaggeration to
say that a whole family owe a real debt

gratitude to this pair.

Right. Well, under the circumstances, I
suggest that we let them off with a

warning this time on the understanding
that it never happens again.

My friend, Iris Dermot, he... he go,
huh?

Yes, he go.

Stupid man.

I'm sorry you've been waiting so long.

Now, I suggest that you keep your
inhaler with you and you should try and

few days off work.

I won't be there much longer, Annie
Road.

The GPO are upgrading to automatic.

FPD, they call it.

You won't need operators.

Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that.

We must all move with the times, I
suppose.

Take care.

You're an operator at the telephone
exchange.

It were you.

Wheezing and earwigging me conversations
this morning, wasn't it? What are you

on about?

That's how you heard about me dad.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know they've got to be on trial.

Sorry I blamed you.

That's all right.

Hey, don't get upset about it.

It's not just...

Human beings find it hard to change
behavior patterns after a certain age.

It's not up to us to tell people how to
live their lives.

They have to decide for themselves.

You're assuming they're capable of
making rational decisions.

Well, I'm after having a chat with
George, and he's decided he's going to

the place at the Christian Brothers
Hospital.

Really?

Believe it when you see it.

Mark Fisher's skull X -rays are clear,
so all three will be able to go home,

sir. It's a shame.

Not a cute baby.

We'll have to advertise for a new head
porter as soon as possible.

That is a real nuisance. Why can't we
promote them within?

You all right, Lizzie?

It's my mum and dad.

They know they're taking over a guest
house.

Yeah.

Well, I've had another chat with him on
the phone.

They'll need help.

Don't want me to come down to Torquay
and work with them.

So I've... I've decided to give in my
naughty as well.