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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.

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

We chased our pleasures here, dug our treasures there.

Can you still recall the time we cried?

Break on through to the other side.

Break on through to the other side.

I'm amazed you've got the energy to go shopping.

This late stage of pregnancy, it's more like a minute onto the door.

I just want to look out for something special for the baby.

Well, look, you know when the time comes you can borrow all of Jonathan's things

if you want. Oh, and I'm really grateful, but a new child should have

new, don't you think?

I'll be back for a lift when I'm done.

D -Day looms large, eh, doctors?

Ah, the middle -ditch bequest.

Have you made your decision?

No, not yet. Only that Gordon's adamant that a new general ward should take

Preston as a reprimand baby unit. I'm sorry. I just think that more patients

will benefit.

You need to be in a court before the money is allocated.

Might I suggest you settle your differences sooner rather than later?

End of play today, wasn't it?

What the hell did he do that for?

You sure that's OK?

Yeah, it's just a scratch.

All right, come on. I'd better get going for this call.

What is it?

How many, Doctor?

How many? One for you.

Thank you.

And one for you.

Postmark Denmark.

If he's sending stuff from abroad.

I've read about this in the paper.

He's only finding himself.

And we all need to find our inner being. Don't we, Doctor Wetherill?

Oh, absolutely.

I've never seen that lost to me.

Doctor, could I have a word, please? Yes, please.

Oh, look.

He sent me a book.

Our souls take flight.

Never had him down as the religious type.

A book of reflections on spirituality and inner being.

Oh, and he's written in it.

To Lizzie, the opener of so many doors.

Read this and grow.

Love and light, Neville.

I miss him so much.

Look, do you need me?

Nick's just gone out on a call.

Oh, flipping heck, rotten thing's gone again.

How are you supposed to know whether you're coming or going, Doctor?

Well,

they seem like decent, respectable people.

I don't think there's any doubt that they'll give my sister's child a good

Catholic upbringing.

And how soon could the adoption be formalised?

As soon as the paperwork's in order.

And the girls tend to take care of that before they go into the nursing home.

Nursing home?

Oh, right, I'd rather assume that Moira would be having the baby here.

She'll be better off at the Larches down the coast.

The sisters support their work and they find good homes for the children.

A mother and baby home?

Moira never mentioned that to me.

Sorry, Matron, but Mr Wood, add the minute you're not to leave a word.

And I have a hospital to run.

Is this patient giving you calls for a concerned nurse? Several of the nurses

are absent through illness.

Susie's been suspended, so there's no -one to cover casualty.

Circumstances may be far from ideal, but your health must come first.

Back to bed, if you please.

And as your GP, I have to insist.

I really must protest.

Oh, it won't be a moment, doctors.

Is everything all right?

Your aunt is progressing satisfactorily, but she needs her rest.

And the visiting hours are on the ward door, so if you'd excuse us, please,

Susie.

Would you give these to her for me?

Sorry to have bothered you.

Well, it's definitely Three Princess Street.

No emergency, no scolded child.

Gonna need a word with Lizard.

Death wish, have you, you little tyke?

You're Meg Myerson's lad.

Who? Unlucky.

I'm your mum's GP. I came out to her last month.

You live just down there.

Get off!

When you've took the stone at an ambulance, injured my colleague, I don't

so. Well, how were you playing that? An inch either way, and that could have

flaming blinded me. Then we discovered the 999 calls a hoax.

Any idea who might have done that?

I think you'd best come with us.

We ain't done nothing wrong!

Let's see what your mum has to say, shall we?

Yeah, well, if you stayed in school like you were meant to, you wouldn't have

time to mess about.

Did you make that call, Sam?

What the hell's a meat wagon doing outside?

Who are you?

Dr Burnett from the Royal.

Didn't realise your husband was back.

He's not.

Peter's my husband's business partner.

Yeah, and yours now.

Tell him, Mum.

Shut up, you.

Tell me what he's been up to.

Oh, he's been...

Calling ambulances to emergencies that don't exist.

Chucking bricks and hurting people.

Letting down tires. Oh, I'm at my wit's end.

He did this to you?

I'm afraid so.

Yeah, but the doctor says that they won't involve the police.

Not if he gets an apology.

I think you'd better say sorry.

Don't you?

I can't talk.

Well, you're from the town you are. Obviously you're still not back at work.

Not for want of trying, I assure you.

It's electrical fault, Mr Carnegie.

Something to do with the new lights that were fitted last week.

Lizzie needs the board to put the doctor's lights up. And the electrician

come back again until next week.

Do I have to do everything myself, chaps? You're in charge, Jack. Sort it

You're looking very well, Matron.

All things considered.

And as I keep telling Mr Rose, I feel it. Now we've managed to dissuade her

leaping from her sickbed to run this hospital single -handedly.

What she needs now is a period of complete rest and relaxation.

We'll take care of that.

I really don't think so. Not while I've got a hospital to run.

Whatever are you thinking, nurse?

Sorry, Matron.

I trust we shall be honoured by your presence at our little gathering this

afternoon? To allocate the bequest?

Or just try and keep me away?

No, I've warned you often enough. You brought it on yourself.

I'll get no more trouble from this one, Doctor.

I'll make sure of that.

I've been way too soft with him.

And someone's got to take him in hand. Now his dad's gone.

You're only in prison.

Not gone.

Not forever.

He has, as far as you're concerned, son.

I'm your father now.

You wanted to see her?

Yes.

You should take a look at this.

Adoptive parents?

You don't think it's a bit strange that we've seen her every single day and

she's never breathed a word of it to us?

Well, more is hardly what you'd describe as a forward thinker.

She's off into town this afternoon to buy something for us. It's hardly the

actions of a girl who's just about to give her baby away, is it?

Sorry to interrupt, Doctor, but Mrs Ellen's just turned up for surgery. She

sorry she's so late.

I'm on my way.

Look, we should talk tomorrow.

Sit her down.

Get her to consider her options while she still has a choice.

Hello. You're supposed to be at home with your feet up.

This is her, isn't it?

Interesting, is it, this book?

Very deep.

It's about spirituality, the soul, the very essence of man.

Give it a look.

No, I'm not going to mock.

It's Neville's favourite book, this.

The sight of glistening skin under the moonlight.

The gentle rise and fall... Call this... Spiritual, I call it. Don't give it to

you.

Uncle Jack!

Mercifusion. No pulse.

He's dead, isn't he? He's gone.

Oh, don't leave us, please.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three.

Frank's the manager of the Steadfast Bank.

The child will want for nothing.

There'll be cousins to play with, a good school. That's enough.

We're not the ones under scrutiny here.

And I am.

Good day to you, sister.

Please, can you tell us anything about the father? If she could, she wouldn't

sitting here, would she? I really think we should leave now.

I thought I loved him very much.

How was he doing messing about with the electricity in the first place?

You told him to, remember?

I told him to sort it out, Alan, not stick his fingers in the mains.

Oh, thank God.

Can you hear me? Jack?

Where am I?

You've had an electrical shock.

Welcome back. Come, come, Jack.

Welcome back.

The way that man looked at me.

Like dirt.

A good home for your baby. Isn't that the most important thing?

Myra.

Good morning.

Made me think.

What if I changed my mind?

What if I wanted to keep it?

Heart rate and blood pressure are back to normal.

Superficial burns around the mouth. I'm afraid your rugged good looks are going

to be somewhat marred for the next week or two, and any nourishment will have to

be taken through a straw till it heals, Mr Bell.

No permanent damage, then?

Despite your heart being stopped for several minutes.

Fortunately, the quick work of Dr Zalman on Wetherill got you started again.

So I was dead?

No, not stopped. I was actually dead. Well, in a manner of speaking.

We'll admit you for observation.

It should be all right.

And the next time you feel the urge to stick a screwdriver into the mains, I

suggest you employ a professional.

Could you?

Sir.

Ah, there you are.

Oh, hello.

That looks nasty.

Just some kid with a house brick. Don't worry, the ambulance came off worse.

Yes, well, I suppose house bricks simply bounce off a solid mahogany, don't

they?

Do you have a minute? I just need to pick your brains about something.

I'm all yours.

I brought you some magazines.

Oh, a movie magazine and the People's Friend.

You've covered all options, haven't you?

How are you feeling?

Like an old woman, sitting here in a bed jacket, like some invalid when I've got

work to do.

But you are still an invalid, officially, and it's going to take a

you're back to normal.

It would appear so.

And there are three girls off with flu.

Can't you just let me come back to work?

I'm serious about making something of myself.

And I promise, from now on, I'm going to be responsible and dignified and

concentrate on my work.

I mean it. I really do.

Well, you'd better get your uniform on. Get back on the ward.

Thank you, Auntie.

You won't regret this, I promise.

This will be your last chance, Susie.

Don't let me down again.

All we can do is struggle to keep premature babies alive until we get them

Ashfordly. Which happens to be the best specialist unit in the county.

Well, yeah, but if we could save one tiny little baby's life, then surely

worth it, isn't it?

Normally I'd agree, but... Well, it seems to me that maybe you're not quite

objective enough to make a judgement just yet.

Sorry?

I'm no doubt wildly overstepping the mark here, but I am aware of your past

problems.

Which are?

Well, it wasn't so long ago that you... that you lost a baby of your own.

Do elucidate, Mr Freud.

Maybe it's still so raw in your mind that this determination to push the baby

unit through isn't unconnected.

Oh, I see. So you're suggesting that I can't separate the personal from the

professional.

That would make it pretty difficult to function as a GP, though, wouldn't it?

I'd never suggest anything that wasn't in your best interest.

Yours and the baby's.

You're still young enough to fall in love again.

Get married, have a family of your own.

But what man's going to want to take you on with a baby?

You're right, I know you are.

You wait here, I've pamphlets to deliver to Father McCarthy.

Can I come with you?

What, into church?

Only it's been months since my last confession.

If anything were to happen, you know, when the baby comes.

Of course you can. Come on.

There's you, you're sleeping over there.

Whilst me, I'm sitting here.

With so much sea between us.

I can't make it much more clear.

There'll be no time for crying.

We won't make it more than... Mr. Middleditch, what a pleasant surprise.

Ah, Mr. Carnegie.

So you found Mr Middleditch then?

Oh, isn't it lovely to see him again?

It's a pleasure indeed, sir.

You average a book with Mr Middleditch. Will Mr Carnegie be joining you?

No, I don't think so.

If that's all right with you, Mr Carnegie.

Just keep those stitches dry and I'll take them out in a couple of weeks'

I have a small scar, I'm afraid, but... Well, the injury couldn't have been far

more serious.

Yeah, well, that's not happening.

Ah!

Hello, nurse.

Welcome... Well, welcome back to the fold. Thank you, Doctor.

Good afternoon.

Son? He's burned in his house.

So I see.

What's he done to you, son?

Nobody's touched him. He did it to himself, the damn fool.

Pouring petrol over my Peter's new car.

Damn thing went up like a beacon.

Look, he didn't go with it.

You're his mother?

Yeah, well, I damn well wish I wasn't.

Look, did you set this fire deliberately, Sal?

OK, let's get him through to the treatment room, shall we? What's Peter

say when he finds out? All you care about, he's him!

You never bother about me.

OK, come on, let's just calm down, shall we?

Would you care to sit in the waiting room?

Bobby, will you take her through, please? While you, young man, you're

come with me.

I've committed a mortal sin, Father.

I've committed adultery.

Although I'm not so sure as it was him that was married, not me.

Anyway, I'm... carrying his baby.

Go on, child.

I'm not feeling very well.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Oh, it's the baby. I...

I think it's coming. I think the baby's coming.

Sister.

Sister, over here.

I hate him.

He's never out of our house.

He sleeps in my mum's room and my dad's only been gone since Christmas.

Don't get on, eh?

OK, let's get this T -shirt off and then we can dress these blisters. I mean,

everything I do is wrong.

He just wants me out so he can have her all to himself.

But I'm the only one that's damned up to him.

If I'm not here, what'll happen at Littleham's?

What's this?

He lathered me.

Like he said he would.

And not for the first time, by the way, I think.

Big money.

Battering a kid out of his side.

Don't be stuff about my dad.

It were him who set Perth on fire.

That's a very furious allegation, Sam.

You're absolutely sure?

I saw him over there.

He knows I know her. He said, if I tell anyone, he'll kill me.

He just wants me out.

Get my hands on him.

Ah, so you're Sam's mum's friend, I take it?

I'd shift if I were you.

Oh, yes.

And allow you to assault this patient one more time. I don't think so.

Patron, please allow these gentlemen to escort you from the building.

You'll pay for this, like your dad did.

Say, old cocky, after a spell in Barstow. Get off!

You OK,

son?

Right, well, this is... Yes, it is nasty, but I don't think you're going to

a skin graft or surgery.

What we'll do is we'll cut out the dead skin, then we'll excise the blisters and

then dress the bands, all right?

It's going to be very sore for a while, but the most important thing is you're

safe now.

I can't come yet.

I've got two weeks to go.

When a baby decides it's time, then it's time.

Father, could you telephone an ambulance, please?

Come on, it won't be long now. We'll have you in hospital in no time.

What I said about dying in childbirth, what if it was a premonition?

Have faith now. Come on, I'm with you. Everything's going to be all right. But

Father never gave me absolution.

Neville always said there was a white light full of friends and family who

passed over when you died.

Neville said a lot of stuff and most of it was rubbish.

Like this bit in the book. It's dead moving, listen.

The veil between this world and the next has been lifted.

And I lift your soul to paradise.

Good afternoon, the royal.

So he and Nick saved you from getting a black eye, did he? Yes, well, that's

animal. Well, he was determined to finish what he started.

That lad has been consistently attacked.

It's definitely a child welfare case.

I'll alert the authorities.

Well, what can they do? Put him into care.

You know, that way he loses not only his dad, but his mum as well.

His mum just stands by and lets it happen.

Stop it.

Mr Bridget's having the baby in the confessional at Our Lady of the Rosary.

Right, Lizzie, get Ashfordly to send a backup vehicle, would you?

It'd be quicker if I go by car.

Tell them to meet me there, OK, Lizzie? Right.

Is there something I can do, sister?

I thought you said an ambulance was on its way.

This baby's not going to wait. Father, we need hot water, soap and towels,

please.

Myra, listen to me.

You're going to have to push down.

Do you hear me? Push down hard and pray to Our Lady for all you're worth.

I've had fires at the yard.

Petrol's shoved through my letterbox.

Doesn't take a genius to work hours behind it, does it?

Yeah, Sam, I've been...

Quite a handful.

Ever since his dad got into trouble.

He's this close to being a murderer.

Just like his dad. It's in the blood, love.

Do you want us burned in our beds? Your lovely little kid is suffocated.

He wouldn't harm his family.

I'm sure of it.

I should warn you we'll be taking things further.

Informing child welfare about the state of your son.

You what?

Some also legend that you set the fire that sent his dad to prison.

Peter?

He told you that?

Well, he'd tell his own mother if he thought he'd get him out of trouble,

wouldn't he?

And you lot are stupid enough to give him time of day.

Doctor, the patient in casualty.

He's gone.

What do you mean you've lost my son?

We asked him to wait in the treatment room while we sorted out this situation.

Well, he played you like a violin.

Just so I could avoid what's coming to him.

Well, you can tell him from me.

The police will want a word.

Child welfare or not.

Come on, love.

She just walks away.

It's her mother.

Look, I know you're concerned, but you have to learn to draw a line.

You can't afford to get too involved.

When I was his age, I wasn't given anything for somebody to take my side.

Take your side?

In what?

My dad went to prison.

Mum met another bloke.

What's happened to him?

Happened to me.

You've got a moment.

I'd like to discuss with you.

I can't stand this any longer.

Come on, Moira, it won't be much longer. Come on.

Come on.

Oh, that's it.

It's a girl.

It's a girl.

Moira, just a minute.

They're just over here.

It's a beautiful gown, Doctor.

A healthy, beautiful gown. Right.

OK?

Fine.

Well done, Moira.

Well done, you too.

All right.

Let's check you up.

I've been blinkered, haven't I?

I've been so obsessed with not wanting to be seen to be weak.

I should have allowed myself more time to grieve for what I lost, really.

Hence the crusade for premature babies.

All the specialist units in the world are never going to have another baby, am

I?

I'm sorry, Jill.

It's OK.

This is such a generous bequest. I think that it is up to us to make the most of

it. Don't you?

I just felt sorry for Bobby.

He looked so vulnerable.

I think that's very attractive in a man.

You can keep your strong assignment types.

If the ones who actually throw their emotions, you want to keep... Nick?

Maybe.

Then do something about it, then.

before he's snarled up by someone else. Yeah, well, it's tricky.

It's bad enough for not having the engagement ring in my finger, but having

go back and beg him for the opportunity to live over the brush.

Fascinating though this conversation may be, I think you'll find that Mrs Lily

is screaming for a bedpan, and the tea trolley is... 12 minutes late.

Sorry, Auntie.

Must dash.

If you wouldn't mind getting back into bed, Matron.

I would indeed, nurse.

Fetch me my uniform.

Mr. Rose left very strict instructions, mater. Right, well.

Henceforth, I discharge myself from this hospital. And I suggest, nurse, if you

value your career, you will fetch my uniform from my flat.

P .D .Q.

Jill, look, I know we haven't had time to discuss this, but why doesn't Moira

bring the child to live with us if that's what she'd like to do?

Are you serious?

As you're always saying, there is another way.

I mean, just because it's unconventional to bring up an illegitimate child

doesn't mean it'll be, well, impossible.

She's wonderful with the kids.

She could carry on working as a nanny for as long as she'd like to.

We'd have another baby in the house.

Look, let's take it easy.

I don't want her to feel as if she's been rushed into making any sort of

decision.

What do you say?

I love you, Gordon. Oh, what?

Oh.

And you can have your new general ward and your new wing and your operating

theatres. I'm sorry?

I had a chat with Nick and I realised that I've been a bit... obstructive,

really. And I'm...

I'm sure we can come to some sort of compromise.

Teddy Bear, I bought her. I must have left her in the church.

No, you didn't. Here.

Glad I bought her something there.

When does she have to go?

We'll keep her here for a few days, just to make sure everything's all right.

And then you'll both go over to the Larches for a week or two.

And then after that, she'll be off to her new family.

The sooner the better.

OK, Moira, let's take a look at you, shall we?

Moira, why don't... Don't take her away, please.

She'll be fine in the nursery just for the minute, Moira. Come on.

Can't you take a hint?

Well, apparently not.

I didn't even realise that's what you were doing.

Easy as that, is it?

It has to be.

I have my career to think about.

My auntie.

So Matron made you choose, did she?

Don't be ridiculous.

I make my own decisions.

And I've decided that you and I are finished.

That was short and sweet.

I'm sorry.

That's just the way it is now.

I just want to get on with my work.

Well, that's easier said than done, considering that you work for me.

You don't employ me.

My aunt does.

Well, Will, this really is quite enlightening, Susie.

Thank you very much.

I feel woozy and lightheaded.

180 over 110.

Well, your blood pressure's a little high, I'm afraid.

I suspect you're suffering from postpartum preeclampsia.

Well, what about the baby?

Has it damaged her?

No, no, no. It's only you that's affected.

It's not very common, but it can happen just after you've had a baby. It should

clear up, though. Medication, plenty of rest.

When can I get her back from the nursery, then? She's bound to be

now. Well, if you're on medication, it's best if you don't breastfeed.

Which may not be any bad thing.

Mothers who feed their babies themselves, they get attached to one

You can just make it all the harder when you have to say goodbye.

We were wanting to talk to you about that, actually.

Are you sure this is what you want, Moira?

It's for the best, isn't it?

For me and my baby. That's what she said, isn't it?

Sure, I know it'll be a wrench for you, but it's the right thing to do.

She'll have a mother and father that'll think the world of her.

You can have lots of children when you're married and settled.

So I can.

Could we have a quick word?

No job, no home and no husband.

Well, she has the first two with us.

And we'll see about the third in time.

We'd be happy to take Moira and the baby.

But that'd be irresponsible.

She's a clever girl. She's a future ahead of her. A job, college maybe.

And a husband.

Do you really want to deprive her of all those things?

Look, I just want her to be clear about what she's doing and why she's doing it.

She has been in complete denial about this baby until today. How can we expect

her to make an informed decision about anything?

The worst thing that could happen is that a few years down the line, Maury

back and thinks that she was pressurised into giving her child up.

To a loving, childless couple who would bring her up as their own.

We haven't spoken to her yet.

We were hoping to do that with your blessing.

Do we have that, sister?

For losing it.

Not the actions of a professional, I know.

It's not easy to stand aside.

But you have to.

How was his age when my dad got sent down?

Mother disowned him.

Told everybody that he'd run off with another woman.

After that, it was one uncle after another sharing a bed.

She was having to stick around after the first.

He hated me.

Didn't mind showing it.

She did nothing.

Her own son, she did nothing.

Hiya, lad.

So we are thinking of going for a drink later on. You know, to wet the baby's

head. Shall I have you come along?

I don't have enough.

It's a day.

Shall I bring my toothbrush?

Does anyone else smell smoke?

Sam.

Sam,

can you hear me?

Oh, we don't.

Help me!

Help!

Help!

So you get to stop here tonight where Auntie Marge can't

get her hands on you. As in my book, every negative has a positive.

No more about electricity, love.

That's dead funny, that is.

What is?

Wouldn't give us a read, would you?

I knew you'd give him. I knew you'd feel the need for spiritual sustenance once

you put your mind to it.

Uncle Jack!

Not bad for a man who died today.

About flaming time, too.

Look, the only bright light I saw was Dr. Ormrod shining his torch at me

eyeballs.

Neville's gone, though.

And the sooner this hippy -trippy claptrap goes with him, the sooner you

back to being my little princess that we know and love.

You'll catch up sometime this century.

Neville always said an artist has to push boundaries.

Lily, have you been passing documents to Mr Middleditch?

Only because he asked for them.

But he's retired. He has no business in the hospital affairs.

On the contrary, Mr Carnegie, I think you'll find he has every business

If you care to follow me.

So, we can look forward to a larger and more modern and efficient hospital that

will continue to serve this community for years to come.

An elegant solution indeed.

And on behalf of all of us, I'd like to thank Mr Middleditch for his continuing

generosity.

There is, however, one condition.

All administration and expenditure to be supervised and approved by a committee

consisting of Matron, Mr. Rose, and the partners.

But that's my department, the administration of funds.

In this instance, I am afraid not, Mr. Carnegie.

Well, I must at least be stupefied.

I will have to take this up with the DHA.

I suggest you do.

At the first opportunity.

I don't doubt your intention, but have you any idea what you're actually doing?

You're going to drag this hospital back into the dark ages.

And I won't let that happen.

Good day, all.

She's a looker, isn't she?

She is, that.

And here's you thinking you had a couple of weeks to go.

I know I shouldn't be in here.

It's always the same with new mums.

Can't keep away from their babies.

So what are you going to call her?

Ashlene.

It was my sister's name before she became a nun.

Pretty name for a pretty girl.

I'll leave you two to it.

They're not going to take you away from me.

Not every year.

She just wanted a few minutes with her baby.

What's the harm in that?

She thought she was about to lose the baby. She thought the child was going to

be adopted.

That's what I thought was going to happen. We'll explain later. Look, she

have gone far, not in her condition.

I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought it'd be best for both of them.

If anything happens to them, it's going to be down to me. Calm yourself, sister.

She could be anywhere by now.

In her state and with a newborn baby.

OK, put yourself in her position.

She's taken the baby.

She needs clothes and money. All the things she hasn't got here.

Right, we need to get home first.

I'll grab my car keys.

Tell Lizzie we're leaving the hospital.

And shouldn't you be in bed?

Matron. No time for explanation, Doctor.

Go with the doctors. Thank you, Matron.

Godspeed.

Yes, hang alone.

Moira!

Breathe in, Tom.

Deep breath.

What were you thinking?

You could have got yourself killed. I wouldn't care if I did.

But it's all over for me now.

I don't want to go to prison.

And I don't want to go home. My mum doesn't even care about me no more.

He's driven you to this.

Look after him. Bobby, just do it.

We'll do our best to help you, Tom.

Our very best, I promise you.

Take him to casualty. Okay.

Come on, you're going to be okay.

Let's go this way.

Okay?

What for?

I just don't want to do this in front of my kids.

Moira!

Keep very still for me.

Hey! That's enough!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Stay out of this.

Just put down the knife.

It's okay.

Somebody call an ambulance now.

I don't feel anything.

He made him do it. He made him. No!

Gently now, all right?

I'm going to get you back up on the path.

Help's on its way.

I'm so sorry, Doctor.

I should never have run away.

I just didn't... I want those people to help her.

And they're not going to, all right?

You're going to come and live with Jill and me.

Both of you.

We are?

The police and Colescott, they're on their way. You'll be up here in no time.

Okay, just... Just pass the little one up to me, all right? Then I'll get you

too, okay? We can live with you both.

I promise.

You and the baby.

As long as you like.

myself in times of trouble mother