All language subtitles for The Royal s07e11 Best of Intentions

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.

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

If it's surgery you want and you'll have
a long wait, we're not open for another

hour. Oh, I thought if I came first
thing... Well, I don't know if any of

doctors are here.

Could you see?

Oh, please.

I don't think Mandy could hang on much
longer.

Come on.

Marion.

Hi.

Listen, what are you doing later?

I'm not offering to cook for you, don't
worry.

This business is laughing at you.

Until I ruined it by putting my foot in
it.

No, I shouldn't have walked out.

Look, can we forget I asked you to move
in?

Carry on as we were before.

Dr. Burnett, there's a patient here
already, little girl. Sounds urgent. Any

chance you could see her now?

Please tell me we're losing Mr.
Cartwright today.

Well, that's the plan.

I gather he's proving quite a
distraction.

What on earth are you doing?

The locust.

It induces a state of deep relaxation.

Maybe I'll do some chanting instead.

Doctor? All right.

Yes, well, perhaps you best keep all
that sort of stuff for when you go back

home.

It's good news, Neville. I'm discharging
you today.

So, get plenty of rest and give the yoga
a miss, and I'll see you in a couple of

weeks' time.

Bye.

Have you thought how you'll manage in a
caravan, miles from anywhere?

Have you got someone to help you?

I'm like a free spirit, ma 'am.

You can't live on fresh air.

Once you leave here, you're on your own.

Well, she knows how to put a downer on
things.

Oh, don't listen to Matron. She's in a
really bad mood.

Might you be glad to see the back of
this place?

I don't know.

There are some things on this.

Open your mouth for me, Mandy.

She doesn't feel hot.

It's the headaches, maybe. She's been
getting them for the last few days. Any

sickness? A bit, and she's hardly
eating.

Her appetite's gone right up.

Well, the temperature's fine.

How are you feeling, Mandy?

Tired.

She could have a touch of the flu virus
that's going round. Flu? Are you sure?

It's the most likely explanation.

It can make you feel pretty miserable
while it lasts.

Make sure she has plenty of rest and
fluids.

Keep her off school for a few days.

But I thought... I mean, er... Can't you
give her anything?

I'll see what a spell in the sofa does
first.

Here. Thank you.

Bring her back in if she's still
concerned.

You, er,

remember how I had my tea?

Easy on the moo juice.

Are you going?

Yeah, I've got to work out how I get my
van first.

You do know you can't keep on, yeah?

His van's blown down from when he had
the accident.

I see.

I'm not going to throw him out on the
street.

Mummy used to warm it up for me.

When I'm ill.

Oh.

Right, I'll put it in the pan then.

Thanks, Dad.

I've got an interview today.

If I don't go, the headmaster will give
it to someone else.

But the doctor said I had to stay off,
and Mum never used to leave me.

I want to get the promotion.

You'll be all right on your own for an
hour.

Look, I'll be back in a minute.

You're not my word But I'd stand by my
word

Came a thousand miles Just to catch you
while

you're smiling Hello,

sir. Is your mother in? She's gone to
work.

Oh.

Shall I give her a message?

No. I'd better be off.

Listen, Gail, Mandy's not very well.

Could you sit with her for a while?

Isn't Mrs. McMurrow back?

She's still at her sister's.

Only for an hour, two at the most.

And I know you're sensible enough to be
trusted.

But what about school?

I need you to look after Mandy.

Leave school to me.

Come on, I'm going to be late.

All right.

Good girl.

What's all this?

Got it from a baker's yacht.

Got it for peanuts from a mate at the
dock.

What, you paid for all this junk? This
has weathered the oceans.

Nothing a bit of spit and polish like
this.

We do it up, sell it on.

Put a bit of glass on top and that'll
make a smashing coffee table.

Quick, get it inside.

What do you want?

Just to see how you are.

It's been odd not having you around, you
know.

I'm fine.

Good.

There is a bright side to all this, you
know.

And what's that?

I could take you for a nice long lunch
somewhere.

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

You're the reason that I'm in this mess
in the first place.

Well, hardly.

I just think we should cool things off.

Until all of this is over.

This is Bernard Bannister. He collapsed
with palpitations and his pulse rate's

still high.

Thank you, Bobby.

Has this happened before?

No, but we were about to see the bishop
about Bernard joining the priesthood. He

must have got all overawed. I'm not
surprised.

Men in frocks are very off -putty. Do
without your heathen opinions. Thank

Mr Bell.

Well, it might just be an anxiety
attack, but it's probably too early to

I'd like to do an ECG and I'll keep him
in for observation, all right?

Whatever you think best, Doctor.

What about his holiness?

Do you think he'll give Bernard another
chance?

I'm sure he will. The bishop's very
understanding.

I appear to be persona non grata.

Well, it has been a worrying few weeks
for Major, I suppose.

And you think that's my fault?

Look, um, unfortunate though it is, I
suppose you have played your part.

What exactly is it that I'm doing that's
so heinous?

Tell me, please, why is it one rule for
me and another for Dr Burnett?

Well, that's... that's a fair point.
Yeah, he's seeing Nurse McCaig, no

batting an eyelid.

Susie Dixon is young and impressionable.
Well, if you think that, you don't know

her very well. She's an educated, well
-travelled young lady. And she's the

nearest thing Matron has to a daughter.

Ah.

So there's the rub.

Matron doesn't approve of me.

Frankly, she thinks that, well,

that you look on Susie as something of a
conquest.

Because that's all I want out of life.

Adam.

You have absolutely no idea, Gordon.

Hello?

Come on.

I'll run you to school.

Gail?

Monday.

Monday!

You need a plan.

I send Alan to fetch your van while you
help me with some little jobs.

What sort of little jobs?

Oh, nothing too taxing. Right up your
street.

You want to keep your hand in or you're
going to get rusty.

In fact, you should be thanking me for
the favour.

Jack. Mr Carnegie.

Have you started on that lift of repairs
yet?

Court.

Yeah, glad to see it.

This place looks more like a junkyard
every day.

Well, your heart rate is still quite
high, and I suspect you may have a touch

anaemia. Anaemia?

Yes, it's a shortage of red blood cells.
It's caused by not enough iron in the

diet. Have you been feeling at all run
down? Run down?

Doctor, he doesn't do anything to get
run down about.

Book reading and daydreaming. He's
hardly got his nose to the grindstone.

well, I'm going to order you a blood
count just to be on safe side. OK.

Thank you, Doctor.

This couldn't have happened at a worse
time.

We've been preparing for this interview
for months.

Well, you know, being a priestess for a
lifetime, I don't suppose a few weeks

will make that much difference.

Yes, of course, you're right.

This is God's way of testing our
patience.

Tom.

You all right?

Yes.

What do you want?

I've been thinking about my behaviour,
and I understand why you had to suspend

me, and I just wanted to say that I'm
sorry.

It's not personal.

I can't have you on the staff.

While you're a liability to the
patients.

Even if I've learned my lesson?

This is exactly why you're not ready to
come back.

You don't seem to have the slightest
inkling of what being a nurse actually

entails.

Please, Auntie.

I've got no one else to talk to.

Mummy's thousands of miles away, and
even if she was here, she wouldn't

understand. I'm sorry, Susie. This is
neither the time nor the place.

So meet me outside the hospital then.

To do you good to get out on your lunch
break.

That's settled then.

One o 'clock.

I don't know

what's happened.

They were fine an hour ago.

Bobby, open the window.

Switch that fire off.

What is it?

What's wrong?

There's a sooty smell.

Yeah, and see the flushed faces, pink
lips?

It's carbon monoxide poisoning.

What? Yeah, the flu's probably blocked.
We need to get them outside.

Did you drive it or push it? Where's
that flaming hippie? Hey! Steady on.

it was part miles from where he said it
would be. Then when I finally track it

down, it runs out of petrol.

I have to use my own money to fill up a
can.

Look on it as an investment.

Hey! That flaming hippie is our gift
horse.

It must have been a high concentration
of carbon monoxide.

It's what Mandy was suffering from this
morning, but I had no way of knowing.

Is there anybody else in the house?

No, my wife's away.

Is your daughter too?

Gail, no.

She's a neighbour's child.

Off school as well.

I thought there'd be company for each
other.

Okay, Bobby.

Let's go.

See? What did I tell you?

One man's rubbish is another man's
treasure.

It's our mate. Where's she parked? I'm
not so fast.

Let's not break up this happy hive of
industry.

Well, I can hang here, I suppose.

Good man.

As long as you pay me by the hour.

What's that?

An old ship's radio.

You've never fixed it, have you?

Magic fingers, man.

Can you find Radio Caroline?

Hey, hands off. It's not a toy. This was
the one link we had with the outside

world.

I could use it to call up all the old
tars.

Dubai, Gibraltar, Hong Kong, Grimsby.

With this, we can circumnavigate the
world.

We should find her later.

If I'm not going to stay up school.

You can't leave yourself.

The father... That carbon dioxide's
really hard to detect. It's a wonder he

didn't go the same way. Nurse!

I had no idea about the fire.

I just wanted to keep Mandy warm.

It's likely you've been affected by
exposure to the fumes.

I'd like to do a blood test to make
sure.

Excuse me.

Yes? I'm Mrs Fake. Someone rang about my
daughter.

That would have been me.

Gail, isn't it?

What's she doing here? I don't
understand.

Has there been an accident at school?

The doctor will explain.

Uncle Jack, can you take this lady to
casualty?

Oh, Miss Melissa, I've brought this for
Bernard, Doctor. I hope you don't mind.

Eileen's pies have won prizes.

Only at the diocese, Faith.

Savory pastry class, three years
running.

We do actually provide meals for
patients, so... Yes, but if he's got

must take extra care.

It has meat six days a week, you know.

Really? Yes.

So you've got no excuse to be lacking in
anything.

Any deficiency is not of my making.

Your mother's been worried.

The doctor wants to do tests.

It's probably just routine. She says
there's an underlying cause.

We don't know anything yet.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Come on.

You need your strength.

So do you.

Help me out.

Eat. Why are you upsetting your mother?

Mrs. Thake? Yes?

Gail's still unconscious.

She's inhaled carbon monoxide gas. Gas?

From the ovens?

Sorry? They had cookery today, from the
ovens at school.

No, it happened at Mr. McMorrow's house.

Mandy's unconscious as well. We've moved
him through here for observation.

Mr. McMorrow's?

This way.

We'll be off now.

You have a little nap.

I'll bring you in something nice for
your tea.

No need. Don't bother the nurses.

You never know, Sister Bridget could put
in a good word.

Yes, ma 'am.

Walter.

I remember visiting my dad in here.

It's all changed now, of course.

Look, doctors can cure anything
nowadays.

You mustn't worry yourself.

Your mother's quite a character.

I know.

Me being a priest was her idea.

Ah.

I thought it might be.

Most lads my age are settled by now.

I have had jobs, but nothing stuck.

Mam says it would suit me, the routine.

Not having to think for myself.

Well, that's the first time I've heard
it described quite like that.

Is she wrong, then?

Bernard, all I can tell you is that
giving over your life to serve God, it

a great deal of thought.

Are you all right?

Yes.

You don't look it. It's just a bit of
wind.

What's the problem?

Nothing. It's fine.

Lie down for me, will you, Bernard?

Oh, I'd rather not.

I'll be needing my toilet in a minute.

Does this happen often?

All the time.

Look, I know what it is.

What's wrong with me?

It's like my dad.

It runs in families.

I've got bowel cancer.

Can I get you anything?

Would you like me to call anyone?

No, it's just me and Gail.

Would you have a minute?

What was she doing at Mr.

McMurrow's?

Sorry? It's just, I leave for work first
thing, and if she's truanting, I've no

way of knowing.

I would have suspected not for a minute.

I thought she was happy at school.

And with little Mandy, too.

I don't understand it.

Gail should be setting an example.

Well, look, you don't know anything for
sure. She's always been such a good

girl.

I don't think she'd ever let me down.

Axel?

Dude, is that you again?

Can you hear me, Neville?

Calling Free Radio Utopia.

Are you receiving, man?

It's my guy now.

Yeah, man, I hear you. How are you
doing?

It's all groovy.

Jack, shh.

I've got to call you.

There's a lot of background noise.

Neville's new Danish friend.

Why is Mr Cartwright here?

Um, technical advisor for hospital
repairs.

For a few tables and chairs?

Yeah, but you want it done properly.

And joinery is not exactly my forte.

Jack, I'm beginning to wonder what your
forte actually is.

Mr Cartwright, since you're no longer in
our employ and Dr Ormerod has actually

discharged you, I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to leave.

Come on, then. Make it snappy.

I made this lunch as a surprise.

I thought we could have a picnic on the
cliff.

Oh, it's freezing.

Well, the walk will warm us up.

Please, Auntie.

I don't know if I have much of an
appetite.

Well, there's chocolate cake and two
kinds of sandwiches.

I wasn't sure which you'd like.

I can't remember when I last had a
picnic.

Come on, then.

So you're experiencing the same symptoms
as your father?

Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that
you have cancer too. How long has he

been living with the condition?

I can't remember a time when he wasn't.

Has he been seen at Ashfordly General?

Well, no.

He's not been seen anywhere.

OK, so who diagnosed him in the first
place?

Right, so you're saying he's never
actually seen a doctor?

You fancy some lunch?

Oh, thanks, but I don't want to leave
Gail.

Well, if you could have responded by
now.

Nick, did you realise that her mum
didn't know she was off school?

She wasn't ill.

Apparently not.

Then she must have lied to Stuart
McMorrow.

Or he lied to us.

I asked him to keep Mandy off school.

You think maybe he asked Gail to look
after her?

He asked her to play truant.

And he is her teacher, so she probably
couldn't say no.

Doesn't seem fair on poor Gail.

I don't mean to make a mess of things.

I don't do it on purpose.

I'm not used to being told what to do.

Please, Auntie, don't be in a bad mood.

Not when I've gone to all this trouble.

I'll be as quick as I can, OK?

So, you'll settle up later?

Of course, but you know how it works,
don't you? You don't get paid till we

the stuff.

Ned, where are you going?

Carnegie's turfed him out. No sweat.

I've got my wheels back now.

Your wheels? What are you talking about?
You can't drive with your poorly ankle.

Call it, Lizzie. No such word as can't.

Uncle Jack!

Alan!

Over my dead body.

You're coming home with me.

Eh? Well, if you want to.

I mean, you need looking after, just
till you're back on your feet.

Lizzie, you are one cool chick.

According to Bernard, right, Walter
Ballister has been living with bowel

for several years now, only he's never
actually had it properly diagnosed by a

doctor. Well, if it was untreated
cancer, he'd be dead by then. Well, now,

Bernard thinks he's got it as well, only
he doesn't want to tell his parents.

You know, I can't treat patients
properly if it's all so cloaked and

you know what I mean? Dr. Roger Beckham.

Susie. Auntie's fainted on the cliff.
She's vomited an awful lot of blood.

Matron? Please, you've got to hurry.

Right, I'll get the immediate care bag.
I'll come with you. Bobby, you too.

Susie, why don't you stay here?

You heard Dr. Ambrose. We're wasting
time.

Matron, it's Gordon.

Can you open your eyes?

I'm sorry, Auntie.

Okay, let's get a drip in.

Right, I'll hold you on. Get a main up
for you.

I should never have made you come up
here.

It's all my fault.

And her heart is full and hollow like a
cat.

You think you know your children?

Look, this is fake. All right.

They're just flickered.

Nurse! The nurse!

Mandy?

Mandy.

Wake up for me.

I know you can hear me.

Wake up, Mandy.

You gave us quite a surprise.

Have you had any stomach trouble lately?

Oh, just a bit of indigestion.

I suspect that's putting it mildly.

I wish you'd see me, Ojo.

As I suggested.

I might explain why you're feeling off
colour. Sister.

It's easy now.

Classic coffee ground vomit.

I'm afraid you have either a gastric or
duodenal ulcer.

Bleeding heavy, sir.

Prepare for theatre straight away.

Cross match five pints of blood, please.

We're going to look after you, man.

Don't worry.

She seems to have made a complete
recovery.

But I'd like to keep her in, to be sure.

Is Mummy coming?

Mummy?

No, love.

How's Gail?

She's still unconscious.

Oh.

Right.

Did you ask her to stay off school?

It was only going to be for a couple of
hours.

I had an interview for a head of
department post.

There's nothing else I could do.

So you arranged for one of your own
pupils to play truant?

So as not to leave Mandy.

I was desperate.

There was no one else I could ask. I
can't believe you've been so

You haven't even told Mrs Thake the
facts.

I was going to.

But she assumed... Of course she would.

Your word's always going to be taken
over Gail's.

Especially when she can't speak for
herself.

The least you can do is tell her more of
the truth.

Can you see the answer?

Just a minute.

Have you found the point of bleeding?

What do you think I'm trying to do, man?

She's leaking like a sieve.

Her systolic's only 40.

I can't get her to die, Stolle.

Pulse it over 120.

Damn it!

Get some more blood into her.

Alan, let's get a line in this arm,
please.

Quickly! We're going to lose her.

There's the devil.

Gone right through an artery. Clap,
please.

Mrs. Bannister, I was just talking to
you. Mrs. Bannister, could I have a

word? I'll fetch Eileen. No, no, it was
you I needed, actually. Shall we talk?

Rare for a young man to follow the path
nowadays.

Yes, but I think he has the calling.

OK.

Well, it is rather swollen.

Does that hurt?

What are your bowel movements like?

Either one thing or the other.

Nothing in between.

Right.

OK, well, I would like to do an internal
examination.

No.

I don't want any fuss.

You saved your doctrine for Bernard. I
know you mean well.

But there's no sense in worrying Eileen.

She's enough on the plate fretting about
the lad.

I expect she'd want to know, though,
wouldn't she?

Maybe so, but... I don't want her
mollycoddling me, cos I'm dying.

Look, there is something I need to ask.

I can't sleep for scratching.

It's driving Eileen round the bend.

Where's Gail?

Still asleep.

She was telling me loads of funny
stories about school.

Can she come over to our house again?

I ought to go and see her mother.

You'll be fine on your own for a bit
now.

Captain.

Thank you.

Right. That's the bleeding point tied
off.

Megothymia, pylorioplasty complete. That
should do the job.

Well, that's all that matters.

How is she?

Well, she's responding to the extra
blood, thank goodness.

BP's 90 over 40 and pulse is down to
100.

Is she going to be all right, then?

Well, she's not out of the woods, but
it's the best we can hope for at this

stage.

Well, good work, everyone.

Right.

Let's get this lady closed up.

Thank you.

You know, I haven't even rung, have I?

I didn't even think about it until now.

Isn't that awful?

Oh, you're probably in shock.

I thought I hated Matron bossing me
around, but... I suppose I never get to

sorry.

I never forgive myself.

Matron's out of theatre.

The operation was a success.

Thank you.

I knew she'd pull through.

I'll be here.

She's going to be all right.

Oh, well, that's great news.

Hey, listen, we should celebrate.

Later. Can I see her?

Well, she needs rest.

Please. She needs to... Come on, then.

How are your fellas doing?

Hopefully the right thing, giving him
the key to my house.

Well, it looked right at home. We were
just fiddling about at some radio

contraption when I left.

Oh, there you are.

Oh, congrats. Congratulations, Alan, on
assisting with some life -saving

procedure.

Hopalong has taken the radio hostage.

What? My radio. That flaming hippie's
pinched it.

Left me a note instead.

Well, the only one that's paying what
you owe.

King's ransom's more like.

What happened to property is theft?

That's not right.

Excuse me.

Now she's thrown on some ectopics.

Gail! Gail!

Let's give Dr. Brunette some room.

That pulse is weak.

But Mandy woke up. I don't understand
it.

Okay, the treatment we're giving Gail
isn't working. I'd like to get her into

diving chamber for hyperbaric oxygen.

What? The closest one is in Hull.

I need to arrange for a helicopter to
take her.

This is Gail's best chance.

I'll get on to the coast guard now.

I wish I could remember what we last
said.

That's too much of her, I know that now.

Getting herself off to school on her
own.

This isn't your fault.

I thought I was doing the best for us by
going out to work.

You were.

I should have been there for her.

Look, Gail wasn't truanting.

What?

Mr McMorrow asked her to stay off school
to look after Mandy.

What's going to happen to me?

Well, we informed the police in case
there's a carbon monoxide poisoning.

It's up to them to decide whether you
were negligent or not.

A lot depends on whether Gail survives.

I want to take responsibility for
everything.

Have you contacted your wife?

No.

I think you should.

Stuart?

She's not well.

A time of breakdown.

She's in the mental hospital, but it's
going to take some time.

Why didn't you say?

I don't, generally.

People don't understand.

You must have told your school.

Colleagues? No.

Don't you see?

It's all I've been known for.

The teacher with a wife in the loony
bin.

I won't have us judged like that.

So you've been looking after Mandy on
your own?

I thought we were managing.

I did the shopping and the cooking.

I still had my work to do.

I should never have made Gail look after
Mandy.

I should have stayed there with her.

One mistake is all it takes.

What is it?

Doctor!

Heart rate's normal, blood pressure's
up. She's gagging on the endotracheal

tube. Okay, quick, let's get it out.

Cale, can you hear me, love?

It may take us some time.

Cale, is your mum, love?

I think you're going to be all right.

Ah, thanks.

Did you, uh, did you manage to see
Walter Bannister?

For what it's worth, I didn't get very
far. How do you think it's going?

Um... Well, he's pale, underweight,
reports irregular bowel habits, and his

abdominal examinations suggest a mass in
the cecum.

Well, if he has cancer, he'll need a
barium enema x -ray to be sure.

There's something else, though. He has a
rash on both elbows and behind the

knees, and I would have to do a skin
test to be sure, but I think he may have

Döring's disease.

Dermatitis hepatiformis?

And you think there's a connection?

I could explain everything.

I'm lost.

Ah, and you're clipping your feet,
Gordon.

Dermatitis, the pepiformis, often comes
about because the intestine is reacting

to gluten in the diet.

You get yourself down to that second
-hand shop and get the best price you

How do we do that? The old hard sell.
Genuine nautical artefacts at a bargain

price. You'll have those landlubbers
biting your arm off.

Right. You're on. We'll walk our niggie
feet down.

Right. Now, you've told me that you both
have the same symptoms. Is that right?

Can I ask you both, do you feel worse
after you've eaten?

Dad?

Look, I'm not saying Eileen isn't a good
cook.

But it does leave you quite bloated.

I think that you might have something
called celiac disease, which means that

you are sensitive to gluten.

Gluten what?

It's a protein found in cereals, so
that's wheat, barley, rye.

So, what's wrong with us? Is it because
of Mum's cooking?

Well, I will have to do some tests to
confirm it, but if it is what I think it

is, then you will have to cut gluten out
of your diet.

But you could feel better in a matter of
weeks.

OK?

What's more romantic, cock -a -bant or
dick -a -lam -bear?

Is it for me?

Yeah. I want our first date to be
special.

I can't believe you asked him to move in
with you. How can I?

There just wasn't any good reason why I
shouldn't.

Apart from the fact that you hardly know
each other. Oh, we know each other

enough. We clicked straight away.

I think it's fate he fell off that
ladder.

Which fate would give me a knickerhand?

You wish you hadn't turned him down?

I can't think of anything I want more
than to be able to go home with him

work. Well, then, if it's not right, it
can't be that easy.

It is, though.

The only thing that's stopping you is
yourself.

Is that all?

What's the thing you've come in?

It's enough for four hours' labour,
which is what you owe Nev.

Do you want your precious radio or not?

Nev! Hand it over, then.

Er, money first.

You're a sly one for a hippie.

In the bag.

Come here, my beauty.

Still in working order, I hope.

I've been on it all day.

This. It's going to pay for my passage
to Denmark.

Eh?

I'm going to Utopia.

The commune.

Oh. Axel invited me to hang out. Not
that you need an invitation, because

an anarchist free state.

Well, it's good that you'll know
someone, though.

Two people, babe.

I want you to come too.

What?

Me and you.

Like Bonnie and Clyde.

You'll dig it when we get there, I
promise.

So all this time I've been slaving in
the kitchen, trying to put some meat on

their bones, I've given Bernard colic
and Walter the squix.

Well, they have a whole range of
symptoms that could be attributable to

disease. I've always been so careful.

Nothing sharp -bought ever gets past the
door.

You want to know, will you? The doctor
says it's treatable.

Look, if you get their diet right, they
could be like new men, really.

So, Mr Bannister, if you come with me
now, I can get some blood tests done

straight away. OK.

This way.

You know, sister, all my life, the one
thing I've been sure of is that Mam knew

what's best for me.

She's a very determined woman.

I don't want to be a priest.

Well, I've patched you up, but you're
going to be a patient for a while.

Thank you. I'm sure you'll find it very
instructive.

Sure I shall.

I'm just relieved to know what was wrong
with me.

I've been so worried.

Right, well, just you let the nurses
look after you for once, will you? Not

they had much of a look -in. Susie's
hardly left her side.

If it wasn't for her quick thinking.

Girl's got real gumption.

Ten out of ten for thinking on her feet.

I don't know what to say.

You made me doubt my own daughter.

I took your word before hers without
thinking.

You both had a lot on your minds.

No.

I was a coward.

Too bound up with the job.

I'm going to resign from school as soon
as they can replace me.

Why would you do that?

I have to.

Gail's always said your lessons are the
best.

I almost killed her.

Look, it's not easy looking after a
child on your own.

Mrs. McMurrow's been gone a long time
now.

You're not the first parent who's had to
cook corners.

Daddy?

What happened's been bad enough.

There's no need to make it any worse.

I don't know what to say.

You could start by telling Mandy about
my mum.

So I'd like to keep Bernard in until I
get his test results back.

OK. That'll give me a head start in the
kitchen.

Look sharp, Walter. We've shopping to
do.

Mum, wait.

This gluten thing, it means some
changes.

I know that, love. Big changes, I mean.

If I can't eat wheat, then I can't break
bread.

What do you mean?

Bernard has a pint, Mrs Bannister.

According to canon law, the Holy Host
must be made of wheat.

And I've never heard of a priest who
can't take Holy Communion.

If this isn't a sign, then I don't know
what is.

I'm sorry, Bernard.

You're not meant for the priesthood.

That's all right, ma 'am.

I'll find something else.

I don't want you to keep worrying about
me.

Another time, then, when it's more
organised.

I have to give a month's notice, you
see.

I don't know what you're missing.

Oh, believe me, I do.

If it gets past Newcastle, then I'm the
Maharishi.

He'll ruin that gear book.

Nice blokes never stick around.

I get your point, Lizzie, but that's
maybe why you pick him.

Yeah, perhaps you're right.

It's my subconscious telling me that I
don't need a man.

Nick.

Listen, about the other day... Marion. I
know you said to forget about what you

asked me, but...

I really can't think about anything
else.

Yeah, it's been on my mind as well.

Really?

At the time, us living together seemed
so simple, so obvious.

Yeah.

I can't believe we got it so wrong.

What do you mean?

I should have been more sensitive,
seeing the situation from your point of

But... No, it's good that you feel a
responsibility to your family.

It's one of the reasons I respect you.

Upon that cliff, I was so scared.

Then something took over and I... Well,
I did the right thing.

You were beginning to think like a
nurse.

And I'm positive now that's what I want
to be.

You've got a long way to go.

It's not all drama and excitement.

It's the routine that's the real
challenge.

I'll do it.

You'll see.

When the suspension's over, I'm going to
make you so proud.

You'll see.

In the meantime, I want to be out of
this bed and running my hospital.