All language subtitles for The Royal s07e04 Slings and Arrows.eng

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?

Why can't you set your alarm clock?

I was so exhausted, I just slept through
it. See, that's not entirely my thing.

In fact, I keep crashing through the
bathroom window at two this morning.

got to have some fun sometime.

Oh, come here.

Yeah, I know, you don't know what you're
doing, ain't you?

Sorry.

You okay?

I think I just swallowed my Hagrid.

I need you to keep calm for me.

You okay?

I'm fine, thanks.

What was that you just said? Something I
learned in college.

I've never had to use it before.

I'll, uh, check up on you later.

It's called psychedelic haze. Wow.

Not far off the mark.

I'm having it all through. downstairs,
and this one in the bedroom.

Very nice.

Morning.

Ah, Lizzie, may I have my mail, please?
Oh, there's one there for the both of

you. Australian stamp.

Oh, my.

Better than what me mum and dad had up.
Pink flowers on the wallpaper.

How old -fashioned is that?

And I got some ideas from this.

That bubble chair is to die for.

Well, the good news is that Mike's
father's made a full recovery, but I

you'll be prepared for this.

Mike's taken a job as a flying doctor.

So he's not coming back?

Well, he's forwarded the proper legal
paperwork, but I hope now he's no longer

our partner.

I'm struggling trying to do everything
on my own, but I've got a cousin who's

just left school and he's dead keen to
train up.

And do you think he could manage the job
with his help? Well, I know it's a

massive responsibility, but I talked to
my mum, and she says if I don't take

this opportunity, I might not get
another one.

Well, you should certainly speak to Mr
Carnegie as soon as you can.

And while you're at it, you should ask
for more money. You're doing twice as

much work with the same wage packet.

Oh, I don't mind mucking in.

Well, if you're going to take on extra
responsibility, you want paid for it.

Ask him, Alan. He can only say no.

He's rather left us in the lurch. We're
going to have to advertise for a new

partner. Well, Nick's fitted into the
team pretty well. Why don't I sound him

out? See if he has any plans.

Sooner rather than later.

We've got this sorted out. We can't rely
on Logan cover forever, can we? No.

Later.

Felix!

Come in.

Come in, Alan. Sit down.

Only I need a word.

I should maybe leave you gentlemen to
it.

Yes, Alan.

Well, it's kind of confidential.

About my position?

Alan, I appreciate the fact that the
pressures of management have weighed

heavily upon your shoulders, and I'd
like to extend my sincere thanks to you

your cooperation during this
transitional period.

Does that mean I get more money?

Alan, I'd like to introduce you to Eric
Fogle. I've just appointed him the new

head porter.

So calm.

Even though she was choking to death.

Late exaggeration, Susie.

The hero.

And handsome, too.

Shame you didn't need mouth -to -mouth.
Can you imagine coming back to

consciousness with dishy Dr. Burnett on
top of you?

Funnily enough, my imagination fails me
on that point, student nurse.

My ladies are waiting for their tea.

Yes, Mr. And how many times do you don't
turn the stove on without lighting it

for it?

Sorry, sister.

We have electric at home.

If you don't start concentrating, you'll
blow us all sky high.

When I got the chance of a parish of my
own, I leapt it.

My wife's had considerable success with
our young mothers.

Miss Felix, this is all very
interesting, but maybe we should discuss

why you're here.

We've been married for six months now.

We're so desperate to start a family.

But nothing seems to be... happening.

Open up, you lads!

Let's be having you!

Come on, Williams, move it!

Smile, Edward. You're enjoying yourself.

I'm really tired, Dad.

You promised Mum you wouldn't push us
too hard.

James. Sometimes you have to step up to
the plate and be a man.

You'll never achieve anything in life if
you don't understand that.

Right.

To see from your ordnance survey maps,
two miles ahead we have the Devil's

Drainpipe, one of the highlights of our
cross -country expedition.

Five minutes rest, boys, then we'll
resume our journey.

You have to admit, Alan, leadership's
not exactly your strong point.

I've been on my own.

Who did you expect me to lead?

We need a professional to get us back on
track. I'm sure I can rely on you to

make Eric welcome.

Now, he's all yours. Eric?

Eric, our new head porter. Meet Lizzie,
our receptionist.

Do you mind? I look forward to
broadening our acquaintance.

My dad used to do your job.

Nepotism, eh?

Not a good sign in an organisation.

Come along, Alan.

Only my wife said that she hadn't been
blessed.

And one worries in case these things are
hereditary.

OK, well, if you'd like to show your
wife in, I'll take a quick look at her,

yes?

She doesn't know I'm here.

I didn't want to worry her, you see.

Okay, well, in that case, maybe you
should start by making an appointment

you both to see me, and then we'll take
it from there, yeah?

Left, right, don't get uptight. Stay
right, you'll be all right.

Left, right, move around.

Make sure no one puts you down.

Really, are you done?

We all are. I'm knocked up here for a
bit. Stop showing me up, James. You're

a baby any longer.

We'll stop when we reach our final
destination and not before.

You said it'd be fun this time.

You never said you'd bring us on a
rotten trip, Mark. You spend all year

in those airless classrooms.

You should be grateful for a few days
out in the open air. Leave the line for

while. Off you go.

I think so.

I told you to be careful.

Sorry, Dad.

All right, you lot. Jump to it.

Dad!

What is it?

What's wrong?

It's fair to say that you're enjoying
your time here.

I love it.

It's great to be able to treat my own
patients all the way through the system

without referral.

Oh, well, that's the joy of being in
general practice within a community

hospital. You never know what's coming
next.

Look, I know you look on this as a
temporary position, but... An emergency

you, Doctor. Some cadets out on the
moors near the Devil's drainpipe. One of

them's keeled over, apparently.

Dr Omrod can't go, cos he's already
going out on a call.

I am?

Mr Bailey. He rang this morning.

He's worried about his wife.

Put your lights up. Oh, for heaven's
sakes.

Frankie is waiting, Doctor. They want
you straight away. Not you, Doctor. Your

call's just a call, not an emergency.

Good. Thank you for sorting that out.

Well, the devil's drainpipe, eh? What
was that I was saying about never

what was coming next?

So, this is the operating theatre.

We had three at Princess Alexandra.

Everyone under my personal supervision.

Excuse me, love. Can I help you?

I'm sorry, are you talking to me? Eric.

I'm sure you read the sign on the door.
No admittance except a medical staff

only, it says.

Indeed, I can read.

Yes, sorry, you are?

Fogel. Eric Fogel. Eric, our new head
porter.

Alan here will show you to the patient's
waiting room.

Off you go, love.

Ah, Mr Rose, perhaps you'd care to
introduce me?

Meet Jill Weatherill, highly respected
partner, doctor and surgeon of this

parish. Doctor.

Anyway, my dad's got my hair and nails
to see to before my next patient, so...

Mr Rose, visiting consultant surgeon.

Yes, of course, sir. At your service,
sir.

She refuses to go to the surgery, but I
can tell she's in agony.

Every movement costs her.

She's here in the outdoor school.

Now, get him collected and give him a
shorter approach this time.

Try again.

We're looking for a casualty. Follow me.
It's about half a mile. He's in a right

state.

What, over the moor?

Best look forward, eh, Frankie?

Good luck in those things, Dad.

Come.

I'll be fine once I've got my breath
back.

Okay, Esther. Look, I suspect that
you've got a fractured collarbone and

rib or two. I need to get her to
hospital for an x -ray.

Dr. Ormond, what are you doing here?

I've been fighting premonition of
Estelle's accident.

I asked him to come.

If I take a look at you.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Take my daughter if you must.

Leave me alone.

I did warn you she'd be difficult.

Well, this kid is still at the hospital.
We can worry about your wife later.

A little bit of stomach pain and this
one caused the cavalry.

He's so fit. He runs five miles a day.

Before work. Said he has done since he
left the army.

He's never been ill in his life.

Has the pain in your abdomen and your
groin gone now? As if it never happened.

It is a flea doctor.

Even so, I'd like to take you back to
the Royal with me.

Now, you should really stay in overnight
for observation.

The school made special dispensation for
this trip.

I can't leave these lads to wreak havoc
out in the wilds on their own. What

about sending them home?

And abandon our cross -country war
before we've achieved our objective.

What kind of an example does that set to
impressionable youth?

Well, I can't force you, but your
symptoms, the pain you described in your

area, leads me to believe that you've
just passed a kidney stone.

Now, when you do eventually get home,
I'd like you to make an appointment with

your own doctor for a further
investigation.

Oh, message received and understood.

With a wife half my age, I've no choice
but to look after myself.

Many thanks for your concern, Doctor.

Come on, James.

You just trying to let him go, Doc?

Doesn't look as if he's got much choice.

Oh, the clavicle's fractured.

Also a couple of ribs.

You're going to be sore for a while,
Estelle.

But there's no reason why you shouldn't
be back on that horse of yours after,

say, six weeks or so.

So I'm out of the county qualifier.

She's going to kill me.

My wife's training Estelle.

She's got high hopes she'll make the
national team.

Make her as comfortable as possible,
please, Nat.

It's Lucy I was worried about.

What do I do, Doctor?

She won't even admit there's anything
wrong.

Your daughter hit her head when she
fell. There's nothing to worry about. I

want to keep her under observation.

And as for Mrs Bayliss, well, I'll try
and talk to her tomorrow. You will both

be coming in to collect her still,
that's it?

I'll make sure of it.

OK.

Hey, what are you doing? Ken put them
up.

There's nothing wrong with them.

A man can't concentrate if he's so
conscious there's nothing but a seething

of muck.

Right, here.

Break time, son.

So why don't you put the kettle on and
we'll take the weight off.

No, I don't, thanks.

From my army days.

Stress of command drove me to the evil
weed.

We're going to move on with the tea. We
haven't got all week.

Nick, have you got a moment?

Look,

as I was saying this morning, you seem
to be fitting into the team very well,

especially so I hear with the nursing
stuff.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Well, anyway, can I ask, have you made
any firm decisions about your future?

Nothing concrete, no.

So it's safe to say that you're open to
offers? If there was an offer on the

table that interested me, yes. Totally
good.

Glad to hear it.

It's just the pictures.

The new Beatles film's on in town.

Well, knock back row, OK?

I'm in such trouble.

I gave stew and dumplings to a nail by
mouth.

Sister nearly killed me.

Again.

Sorry. I'm interrupting.

Tom, this bit. We were just on our way
out.

You have to go back to the ward,
actually. No, no.

You say thank you to Dr. Burnett.

Saving your life.

I'm so embarrassed.

But thank you.

Again.

I, uh... I was wondering if you'd be
free sometime.

For a drink.

Maybe some dinner.

Me? Oh, well, I'd love to.

Um, sometime.

How about tonight?

Well, I finished my shift in ten
minutes. I could meet you outside in

hour.

And do something about that hair. When I
was in the Navy, you'd get drummed out

for turning up looking like a female.

I don't look like a woman.

I don't take back chat, Sonny. Get that
into your head and we'll rub along fine.

Come back, Dad, all is forgiven, eh?

Do you know, I used to love this job.

I don't think I can stick it if I have
to put up with him for the next 20

Do you fancy the pictures tonight with
me and Frankie?

Sorry, I've got to get back and show my
cousin where to paste the wallpaper.

Oh, your place is going to look fab.

Mum and Dad would have a fit if they
could see me purple shag pile.

And it's about time. We all did.

We can't have the grooviest bachelorette
pad in town without a housewarming

party, can we?

But I haven't moved out.

Well, it's a new start, isn't it? Same
kind of thing.

Yeah, go on.

As long as you don't invite Eric.

Tomorrow night, I'll do some nibbles.

We'll have a party.

Oh, Doctor.

I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. Your
friend, Dr Massey, just... I've been

waiting ages in the waiting room.

Doctor who?

Claire.

I completely forgot.

Claire?

She's a friend from college. She rang
and said she had a couple of days off,

I said, oh, come over, we'd love to see
you. We'll invite some friends over for

dinner. Tonight?

Yes. Well, you'd better get asking,
then.

Right.

Claire?

Jill! It's so lovely to see you.

Claire, this is my husband, Gordon. Good
to meet you. This is Claire.

Excuse me, one moment.

Um, Nick.

I, uh, couldn't ask you the most
enormous favour, could I?

I'm sorry.

Dr Witherall's in rather a tight spot.

I've agreed to help her out.

Well, she's no right. What you do in
your free time is up to you.

Not a good move. If I'm at all bothered
about my future, I think they've got me

in mind for a partnership.

I'm going to stay around here, if they
ask you.

I'd certainly have to give it some
serious thought.

Really?

Tomorrow night.

It's a date.

It is a really nice couple.

Will you stop pairing everyone up?

I was thinking about yourself for a
change.

I'm finished with men.

Full stop.

Oh, fella.

Not all works are the same, though.

Help starts in ten. We'd better get
going.

Susie's coming too.

You don't mind, do you? It's not as if
I'd be playing Gooseberry, is it?

I suppose there's room for a small one.

Oh, don't tell me you stood your par
ready.

Something came up.

Dr Weatherill asked me to discuss this
partnership.

Thank you.

There you are.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Back in a minute.

Jill. Yeah? Look, I think he'd be a real
asset.

And I think that Claire would fit in
perfectly.

And for once, Gordon, I would like you
to stop treating the hospital as some

sort of ball's club and actually support
my opinion.

Why? Well, I think that Neil would be
the best man.

Person? For the job.

I suspect we've been set up.

It wasn't my suggestion, I assure you.

I can only apologise.

And you're very sweet, but I have no
intention of dating another man for as

as I live.

Well, it's quite a happy coincidence
that we've invited you both in this

evening, really.

The thing is, we do have a vacancy for a
partner at the practice. The problem is

that each of us is convinced that both
of you will be perfect for the job.

Vogel? It's your service, madam.

I take a very dim

view of this, Mr Carnegie.

A very dim view indeed.

No one's going to pay for all the
damage.

More pertinent, ladies, is why the gas
was turned on.

And by whom.

Morning. I think I have a pretty good
idea.

A word, please, Susie.

A few minor burns, cuts and bruises, but
I think you're fit enough to go home.

Just take it easy for a couple of days.
You've had a very nasty shock.

Think the Empire was built on chaps
going home after a minor setback?

No, but I think being held across a room
by a gas explosion's hardly minor.

No, I've had worse.

Yeah, when I was in the police force.

We walked into this flat to apprehend a
criminal, flicked the light switch on

and... whole place went up like an
inferno.

In hospital for a month, I was.

You said yesterday you were in army.

I thought it was the Navy.

I've had many and varied experiences.

You close, Mr Fogel.

You're only invited to my fondue party
tonight. Bring a bottle.

The fondue set's reached North
Yorkshire, has it? And the posters have

for the charity beetle drive on
Wednesday.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Beetle drive, eh?

Such a decadence. No, it's all in a good
cause. Proceeds go to the new prem baby

unit. And do you honestly get regular
cancer to operate on your own patients?

Nuts and bolts stuff, really, and dire
emergencies. The rest we refer to as

Fridley General. But look, life here in
the GP is never dull, really.

Plenty to get you busy.

Come on, let's read.

I'm on your side, Nick. I really think
you've got a long -term future here.

Seems as if Dr. Whirl's already made up
her mind. Yeah, well, I'm not too sure

about Claire.

I don't think a rural practice is, um,
well, quite a cup of tea.

And it is mine.

Don't know whether to be flattered or
insulted.

Look, I see you as one of our teammates.

Don't give up on us just yet, OK?

Not much further. She's in Fawcett Ward,
just down the corridor.

I can manage it.

I can't believe that you wrote this song
for me last night.

I mean, if he is the new partner, you've
already chosen your engagement ring.

Yeah, I was thinking small blue sapphire
with diamonds round it. Nothing too

showy.

I'm only kidding.

I think you do protest too much.

Well, I really like him.

No harm in a bit of daydreaming, is
there?

Well, there is.

If you expect life to turn out the way
you want it to.

Because it never will.

Like last night, it was so obvious
Frankie wanted to hold your hand and you

pushing him away.

I didn't want him taking advantage,
that's all.

I know it's hard what's happened to you.
Look, I was drunk and stupid and I

deserved everything I got. No, you
didn't. Even the court thought it was my

fault, the bloke that attacked me.

He never even came to trial.

Doesn't mean that every man is the same.

I know.

It's not that.

I just don't think I could ever trust
anyone again.

Well, you could try, couldn't you?

I will be making a full report to the
DHA.

Someone must be held responsible for
this incident, Mr Carnegie.

It is very regrettable.

But there's no harm done.

You said so yourself.

Physically, no, but mentally I might
never be able to light up another

without an attack of nerves.

No, someone must be held to account, Mr
Carnegie. And where will we be?

Anarchy, I tell you.

He's not serious, is he?

I don't think he could crack a joke even
if he wanted to.

Ah, Mr. Rose.

Our potential new partner, Dr. Massey.

Delighted to meet your acquaintance.
Pleased to meet you. Claire's an old

from university.

Jolly good career for a girl. General
practice.

Plenty of flexibility to settle down,
raise a family.

You do know who Drs. Ormerod and Ormerod
met over the operating table?

I believe I do.

Well, I'm about to start my list. Why
don't you pop along and watch your

at work?

Thank you.

Don't worry, Dr. Wetherill.

Dr. Massey is in very capable hands.

Care to step this way?

Well, you're free to go home, Estelle.

Although you're not allowed to get back
in the saddle for another six weeks. And

come back and see me again in a month's
time.

She'll be back on that horse as soon as
she can.

Sling or no sling, my daughter is
nothing if not committed.

Now, get dressed, my dear. We'll take
you home.

Not before you've seen the doctor,
Mummy.

A quick chat with the doctor won't do
any harm, will it?

Your family are concerned that you're in
constant pain.

Oh, I see.

A conspiracy.

Please, Lucy, now that you're here.

Right. But I'd like it on record that
I'm doing this under duress.

Well, would I come this way, please?

You are skating on very thin ice, Susie.
I'm terribly sorry.

Sorry isn't really good enough. Poor Mr
Fogle might have been killed.

I think Susie's well aware of the
gravity of the situation.

Thank you, Mr Carnegie.

Every day, something new.

This catalogue of disasters just will
not do.

I promise it won't happen again.

Nursing isn't for everyone.

Maybe you should just cut your losses,
put this down to experience and head

to Rhodesia and your mother.

And what will I do there?

Sit around and wait for some rich farmer
to decide to marry me?

Start drinking gin at ten in the morning
like my mother does?

Port not through thee.

If you really want to get rid of me,
I'll go.

But I can do this.

I know I can.

Your x -ray, Doctor.

Thank you, Lizzie.

My mother was still hunting when she was
90.

No damn reason why I shouldn't do the
same.

Yes.

Well, this x -ray shows that you have...

Severe osteoarthritic changes in your
hip joint.

Arthritis?

Yes.

The, er... The denisus causes the joint
to become inflamed and worn.

So, what can we do about it?

And now for action.

Solidarity's what we need, son. What
kind of action?

The proletariat's always been oppressed
by the ruling classes. That's why they

always come out on top. They tread us
underfoot as they scramble to profit

our blood, sweat and tears.

I'm not sure I get your drift, Mr Vogel.

Follow me.

Morning, the royal.

If Dr Weatherall wants a friend to get
the job, I don't stand a chance.

Well, you've got to.

You have to stay.

You think I want to go?

Just when I was beginning to enjoy
myself.

Doctor, an emergency at a campsite up on
West Cliff. Some cadets collapsed.

Them again?

I'll grab Frankie and I'm on my way.

You are bringing Dr.

Burnett to my party tonight.

Well, maybe I'll meet the most of them
while he's still here.

Vanessa Felix?

That's me. I've come to replace.

In an ideal world, we'd remove the hip
surgically and put in a replacement.

So there's nothing you can do.

Well, I can help you alleviate the pain
and discomfort.

I'm going to end up in a wheelchair,
eventually.

Your mobility will not improve, and
neither will the pain, I'm afraid.

Your disease is, well, it's particularly
aggressive in your case, and there's a

strong possibility that it may get
progressively worse.

I'm very sorry.

Thank you for your honesty, Doctor.

Allow me. I can manage.

Thank you.

So you're not using any contraception?

Cap? Pill? Why would I?

I want to have a baby.

And you haven't been pregnant before?

No.

OK. Any infections down below?

I'm a married woman.

And Alistair is... was my first
proper... You know.

OK, well, if you'd like to pop behind
the screen and slip your clothes off,

examine you. All right.

What happened?

It's my dad.

He's in trouble again, Doctor.

He was fine, and then he said he had
this pain, went all white and sweaty,

then he just crashed out.

Are you still in pain, Sid?

I can't be in pain.

Tell your mother I... Sid?

Dad!

Sid, can you hear me?

Stretcher, Frankie.

Right, I'll need you lads to help us
carry him to the ambulance.

We need to get him into hospital.

Quick.

A bit tender.

It's ripping me apart, Doctor.

What's going on?

What is it?

Take it easy. We're doing our very best
for you.

When I saw him yesterday, the pain had
gone off.

I thought he had renal colic.

Some non -set pain in the lower abdomen,
around the umbilicus, spreading to both

groins. I would suggest the dissection
of an abdominal aortic aneurysm. All the

symptoms point to it.

The aneurysm must be leaking.

The pain yesterday must have been a
minor bleed into the adventitia.

I saw one of these a few weeks ago.

Just like Buffy.

None for ages, and two come along at
once.

That's amazing.

I agree with you, Doctor. We need to
operate on him at once before he loses

much blood.

Will you prepare this patient for
theatre, please, Nurse?

Try to relax, old chap.

We're going to whip you into theatre,
see if we can sort this out.

Rest assured, you're in the best
possible hands.

How is he?

We're doing our very best for him, but
you must be aware he has only a 50 -50

chance of coming through.

But he told me yesterday was a kidney
stone.

I'm sorry, that's what I thought at the
time. The condition is very uncommon.

I, too, might have made the same
diagnosis in Dr. Burnett's position.

Would you like me to call your mother?

I'd like to break it to her.

In the meantime, young man, I shall do
my very best to save your father.

If you prepare to anaesthetise Dr.

Burnett, set up a drip, cross -match ten
units of blood. We don't know what

we're going to find when we get there.
Dr. Massey, if you care to scrub up and

assist. I'd be delighted.

Can I take a seat for a minute?

What is it, Doctor?

What's the matter?

Your husband's in the waiting room, is
he?

OK, just a bit more.

You can't be serious, Mr Fogle.

I think it's a stupid idea.

Someone's got to take a stand for the
common man.

What appears to be the problem?

I've made a full appraisal of the recent
regrettable incident during the

discharge of my lawful business in this
hospital.

Mr Fogle has taken the decision to
withdraw his labour.

I beg your pardon? Unless you can
guarantee our safety, we shall not be

for you in any capacity.

And Alan agrees with this course of
action, does he?

Wholeheartedly. Go on, Alan.

I've got your tongue.

You employed the man, Mr. Carnegie?

Only, we've been waiting for so long.
We've been so worried.

Well, your mother left my consultant in
half an hour ago.

Blood all over their shop.

The aorta's ruptured, all right.

Let's get the damn thing tied off so we
can see what we're doing. Hot packs,

please, nurse.

Thank you.

She's taken the car.

She was very distressed when she left my
consulting room. We need to get home as

quickly as we can.

Well, that's my car. I'll, um... I'll
drive you.

Now, I'm afraid that there's no way that
you and your wife can have a baby

unless you have actually performed the
act of reproduction itself.

You mean we...

I don't remember ever being so
embarrassed, Doctor.

I'm going to prescribe this for you, OK?

A book?

They stock it in the bookshop in town
now. I suggest that you have a good read

and see if you can put some of the
suggestions into practice and allow

take its course. Now, if nothing's
happened in six months, then you should

back and see me, but you never know.

Might even enjoy it.

I couldn't possibly.

One of our parish counsellors knows the
bookshop.

Oh, right.

OK, well, then I shall buy a copy for
you and I shall drop it off with you

later. How about that?

How's the blood going, Doctor?

Five units so far, Mr Rose.

Could have been a downside worse. Lucky
he didn't bleed to death.

Right, let's get this graft in.

Your technique is very ethongraphic, Mr.
Rose.

Compared with whom, Doctor?

My consultant in Manchester.

He's reluctant to give me more
responsibility.

Always the bridesmaid, eh? Whilst the
men get his personal attention.

Something to do with the glass ceiling?

And so it will remain while lady doctors
insist on encumbering themselves.

with husbands and children.

Mother's place is in the home, not the
operating theatre.

Couldn't agree with you more, Mr Rose.

Marriage and children are firmly off my
agenda, I assure you.

How very modern.

Dr Wetherill is a very able surgeon, but
she's the exception.

In my opinion, women in surgery aren't
suited. They're far too emotional.

An attitude which appears to be shared
by my consultant in Manchester.

So Dr. Murphy is considering giving up
her ambition to be a top surgeon and

joining us out here on the sticks.

You wouldn't regret your decision, my
dear. There are worse places to find

yourself a husband.

I would suggest you join the sailing
club. Their dinner dances are usually

well attended.

In fact, Mrs. Rose and I could probably
effect a few suitable introductions.

That's her.

She's taken Merlin out.

She came off last time.

She'll be heading down to the sink.

Well, can we follow her? No, not this
way.

Back up, Doctor. There's a five road.

Not out of the woods yet. He's lost a
lot of blood. We have to keep an eye on

him in case he succumbs to infection.

We've just got a fighting chance.

Kidney stone. I can't believe I missed
it.

Well, we live and learn, eh, Doctor?

I suppose with your years of surgical
experience, you'd make the right

diagnosis, Doctor Massey.

I think I'd have made the same decision.
We're not psychic.

We can only go on the symptoms that
prevent themselves.

Well said, my dear.

I look forward to enjoying your fragrant
presence on the wards, should you be

appointed.

Oh, my dead body.

Male chauvinist pig.

I don't know how Jill puts up with him.
He's one of the best.

He's also an Olympic medalist in winding
people up. He respects Jill as much as

any other doctor here.

Even so, if I give up my dream now, He's
won the battle, along with all the

other dinosaurs.

And why should I? Just because I'm a
woman? Couldn't agree more.

Hello.

What do you think of the place?

Jill, is there someone we can talk?

Lucy!

Lucy!

Whoa! Lucy!

Whoa!

What the hell do you think you're doing?
Mum!

We thought you were going to do
something stupid.

After I gave you that bad news.

One last gallop before I hang up my
boots.

Never been one for giving up, have I?

And if I'm going to whip you into
shape... It'll stop me feeling sorry for

myself. So you're going to keep on
coaching me?

I'm going to get my girl to the Olympic
if it kills me.

I'm going to make you proud of me, Mum.

Oh, you do already.

You've been through a very serious
procedure.

You're going to have to give yourself
plenty of time to recuperate.

Take things easy.

Mum's always on here to do that.

I'm an active man, Doctor.

I've never sat on my backside and...

He twiddled my thumbs.

He's always on the go.

He never stops.

See no reason why you can't go back to
work when you're fully recovered.

Mr Rose has completed a graft.

It's very unlikely the aneurysm will
reoccur.

You're lucky to be alive.

Two years ago, the outcome wouldn't have
been so successful.

I might not have seen my sons grow up.

All these years.

Trying to fill every second.

And with what?

I never even took the time to take a
honeymoon with your mother.

I always thought there'd be plenty of
time for that.

You can put that right.

When you're better.

Try and stop me.

I want to be a surgeon, Jill.

I'm not going to give it up.

We both had such big dreams, didn't we,
back at college?

What you've got here.

Your husband, your family.

I envy you that.

But it's not for me.

Not yet.

No, well, I suppose I always knew that,
really.

I couldn't quite envisage you striding
across the moors at the weekends in your

hiking boots and your cuckoo.

And I could be knocking back a cocktail
with some dishy young surgeon.

Well, then, you go and fight the good
fight.

On my behalf as well as your own, I'm
counting on you. Even if I do end up a

wizened old spinster with a medical
textbook for company.

It's worse fates in life.

You take care of yourself, Jill. Thank
you.

Yeah.

So, Mr Fogle has left the building.

For the time being.

I telephoned the matron of the much
vaunted Princess Alexandra Hospital this

afternoon.

Our conversation was most illuminating.
It was?

Mr Fogle's endless tall tales were a
standing joke.

He took liberties with the nursing
staff. He also took his men out on

more often than they were working.

And he left the hospital having sued
them for damages when he stubbed his toe

a runaway gurney. But his references
were impeccable. The administrator was

glad to see the back of him.

He practically wrote what he dictated.

In future, Mr Carnegie, when you're
checking references, the shop floor is

you need to go.

Go on, Bruce.

Psychedelic or what?

Wow, this paper's amazing.

Oh, you're giving me an headache.

Really fat drug when you can look at
something like that. Wow, looks like

something from a magazine.

Or a horror film.

Cannot have a bit.

Do I sit out or give a toilet and go
home? Go home.

You've got a swimming pool, servants,
and you can see real lions in your back

garden any time you want. But I want to
prove to Auntie that I'm not just some

silly little girl who can't get anything
right.

Then stop here.

Right.

Ten minutes to heat up, then it's fondue
time.

Look, if you're that worried about what
to do, do what my dad always did.

Toss a coin.

Waffles in the kitchen, please.

This place is really something.

Glad you like it.

Cheese and pineapple on a stick.

Ooh, thank you.

No, I just think our heart wouldn't eat,
really.

We must have seemed way too provincial
and too unexciting and... Too content?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Oh, I don't know. It just feels like
centuries ago. You know, we had these

dreams and these huge ambitions.

Part of me thinks that you've settled
for something less.

No.

No. Life just has a funny way of turning
out, I suppose.

That's all.

Top up.

Thank you.

So, tell me, what do you think to my new
model at home?

Oh, Lydie, it's certainly really very
striking.

An absolute triumph, is it?

About time me dad's taste would drag
kicking into the grievance at 20th

don't you think?

You couldn't lend me a coin, could you?

Here you go.

Oh, I shouldn't.

There's no need to worry.

I'll see you home safe.

Food's ready. Come on.

In a minute.

I test the coin.

Heads, I stay.

Tails, I go home.

And what a club.

Heads. Come on.

Bondo's up.

I bet you're starving.

I quite like it out here, actually.

What are you doing?

Hanging around with me when you could be
having a good time?

What do you think?

Stella, I've been about to sort out the
carry -on film.

I really don't seem to get it.

I really like you.

But if you're not interested, I
understand. Just let me know and I'll

alone. No.

It's just difficult.

I know.

But there's no rush. I mean, we can take
things as slow as you want.

If it is what you want.

Now, Claire's no longer interested.

You were always my first choice.

You know that.

Look, if you don't mind, I'm neglecting
my date.

The one I stood up last night.

Ah, OK.

Well, we'll talk tomorrow, won't we?

There's a year you dip your meat in the
oil. Then, when it's cooked, you stick

it in the sauce and eat it. Are you sure
that's safe?

I'm still raw.

Oh, shove it in again, then.

Careful, it's boiling hot.

Mine's fallen off the fork.

There's something here about that.

It's traditional that if your meat falls
from the fork and into the oil, you

have to give the person to your right a
kiss.

What, me?

In front of everyone?

It's traditional, apparently.

We don't want to let these good people
down, do we?

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