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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.