All language subtitles for The Royal s08e02 Counting Chickens

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?

Er, just take a seat, will you? Doctor
will call you when it's your turn.

If you're lucky.

I cannot believe that Logan's still not
arrived.

Get hold of the agency for me. I'll give
them a rocket.

The Royal... Oh, have you?

Woman here saying she has a tickly
cough.

Well, unless you're about to keel over
with it, love, I wouldn't bother coming

in. It's a madhouse here today.

Missy, don't talk to patients like that.
It's unprofessional.

And where's Doctors Ormerod and
Wetherill?

They must have been delayed in Ireland.

But it's Bedlam there and all.

Waiting for breakfast over here gives a
whole new dimension to the concept of

eternity.

Waiting for anything over here does.

Alpha Agency, or Alpha Locum.

Ah, good morning, Mr. Rose.

Chaos. Never changes, this place.

Mickey Mouse would be at home here.

Sadly, not all members of the medical
profession are as punctilious as you,

Rose. Indeed.

I shall carry out my ward round, then
send Dr. Ellis up.

We've a list to get through.

Might be under D for doctors, or E for
emergency cover, possibly.

Morning. Gosh.

You've got a bit of a backlog, haven't
you?

Actually, I've a problem.

Ashfordly School is expecting a doctor
this morning to give the children their

BCGs. Been booked in for weeks.

Thing is, our locum's been held up and
I've no other doctor to do it.

You'd like me to help out? It's just
round the corner.

Won't take long.

All right. But Mr Rose can get a bit
shirty if he's kept waiting.

Leave him to me.

Yes, for standing.

Oh, just find it, please.

And I'd rather you kept your groceries
off the desk.

They're not mine, they're the patient's.
Thank you.

Thank you, Mrs Murphy. This looks, um...
Great.

Oh, you... I, uh... It's finally
arrived. I'm not at all sure I'm pleased

it.

Yes, well, it can well come back to
haunt you on the crossing.

I think we should try and see Sister
Bridget again before we leave.

She's throwing her life away.

If she stays here to bring up baby
Aisling, I think they may face real

To her family, Gordon.

To her decision.

Well, her man is wife is unstable.

Look at the way she reacted when she
found out that he'd fathered the child.

Next time she might really harm herself.

Nope.

I think we need to talk to Sister
Bridget.

Oh, dear Lord.

I beg for your understanding.

And the strength to do what I know to be
right for this poor child.

However great the sacrifice may be.

The hospital's had their shift at the
date.

We can sell these for ourselves.

I don't think that's what Mertron had in
mind when she agreed to this.

I only promised a dozen acres.

Said we'd clear up the dropping.

You can do that.

Why me?

Because I'm busy.

Oh, and I'm not, I suppose.

She's looking so well, Mrs Donoghue.

Oh, that'll be the fine country air.

Putting colour in her cheeks.

Certainly seems to suit you, doesn't it,
darling, eh?

Helping her sleep anyway, thank
goodness.

I've managed for myself last night.

Well, it's a huge step you're taking,
giving up everything to raise a child.

Didn't I tell her that?

Shall I be fine with the baby? We'll
manage somehow.

Mammy, you wouldn't.

You can barely lift her out of the pram
now.

It's not going to get any easier.

She's right, I'm afraid, Mrs Donoghue.

Parkinson's does tend to be progressive.

I've no choice.

I owe it to Moira.

Brave boy.

Well done.

That's it.

Well, except Tracy Wong, her parents
won't sign the consent form. Oh?

Oh, the Chinese.

A bit suspicious of Western medicine.

She only recently moved from Hong Kong.

I see from the nurse's notes she's a man
too negative. She really should have a

BCG. Nothing we can do.

Shame she's a nice girl.

She's a bit clumsy, though. She keeps
dropping pencils and things.

Oh? You lot!

Stop that!

Do you want to place your flowers now,
Daddy?

Such a terrible blow to our family.

Of course.

But to leave the Order?

That nursing has been your life.

Your vocation.

Are you really sure?

I pledged my life to the service of God
and my fellow human beings.

And those vows meant everything to me.

They still do.

I prayed for guidance.

And I believe if I take care of Maura's
child, I'll be serving God in the best

way I can.

But is there no way that you could still
care for this little one and, well,

continue with your life?

What way?

Hell, there's no one else in our family
could take her in.

I've been thinking.

There is a solution.

Tracy moved here two weeks ago to rejoin
her parents.

Now, Granny's been looking after her in
Hong Kong. Isn't that right?

Yes. Wow, must be a big change for you.

Your parents don't want you to have the
injection, I gather. If you could

squeeze.

And, uh, perhaps they don't realise how
important it is. It stops you getting

poorly.

Can you feel this at all?

No.

And, uh, how long have you had that
rash, Tracy?

Have you seen a doctor about it?

Can't Tracy be excused less than while
we talk to her parents?

I suppose so.

Adoption?

Sure, why on earth would we do that?
She's our own family here.

Yeah, a family that isn't getting any
younger.

You can't stay here.

It wouldn't be fair.

You'd wind up looking after all three of
us.

Daddy, doing what's right is no
hardship.

Listen, you know in your heart.

The right thing to do is to have little
Aisling adopted.

The church will arrange it and Father
Maguire will help.

And any family that adopts her will
really want her. They'll be vetted and

she'll be well provided for.

Did you talk to Mammy about this?

No.

I wanted to talk to you first.

We're going to struggle to make that
ferry now.

Well, it's a huge decision for her and
her family.

They need support and advice.

I'll ring the Royal.

Tell them we'll be another day.

Agents and the anchors happened to talk
to Marsden. They're phoning me back.

I've seen Jack or Alan, Lizzie.

Matron's looking for them.

No, sorry, neither of them all morning.

What is it about this hospital? People
either don't turn up, leave the place

abruptly, or disappear into thin air.

Have you found him?

Oh, sorry.

I thought you were somebody else.

Well, is it an emergency?

Then no, it won't.

Cheeky beggar. Somebody in a phone box
trying to get the operator to make us

accept reverse charges.

Operator says they won't accept our
call.

Lizzie Hopper.

Oh, this is where you're hiding.

Come on, Alan.

You've got duties to attend to. I know.

Please tell Jack that. One of our old
ladies in the faucets just died.

Gertrude Fotheringham Baxter.

Oh, dear.

Not so sad.

Her life was nearly as long as her name.

She was 98.

And it was peacefully in her sleep.

You'll be lucky, chum. Unless it's
urgent. Come back tomorrow.

The Royal.

Right, Lizzie, just listen a minute.

I'm in a phone box and we only have a
shilling, so... We haven't got long.

Complete mayhem here.

Do you think he's getting his knickers
in a twist about everything from missing

doctors to seeing eggs on my desk?

Well, she's the new administrator. Of
course you haven't met her yet, have

Oh, we just had an old lady pop her
clogs in for us.

Lizzie, look, we're not going to be back
till tomorrow, so...

waiting. Most of this lot won't get
seen. We're short of doctors.

I may be able to help, then.

Dr. Marston, your locum.

Better than never, I suppose.

This way.

Her teachers noticed she has a problem
gripping things, and

I'm concerned by the rash on her cheek.

We know there's a tool.

We take her to a Chinese doctor in her
home next week.

Actually, I'd suggest it's checked out
today.

Why such a hurry? Well, it may be
contagious.

He can't go back to school till we know
for sure.

Why don't I examine her at the Royal?

It's just a rash, isn't it? She must not
miss a week of school.

You're supposed

to be my anesthetist, not some general
stand -in.

Jean McAteer thought you'd understand.

Oh. And anyway, I'd really appreciate
your help on this one.

Okay, at first I suspected it might be
impetigo, but there's patchy sensory

on both her hands. And when I examined
her further, I found a rather enlarged

node in her right axilla. And there's
also some depigmentation on her right

forearm. Doesn't sound good.

I'd better take a look.

Joel -san, young wife, CJ.

Joel -san, may I help?

Right, let's have a look, my girl.

Squeeze as hard as you can.

So you were originally from mainland
China and then a refugee camp in Hong

hmm? Yes. Then we come to England.

Tracy stay with grandmother till we get
restaurant.

Hmm.

Ngoi? Ngoi, Sally.

You're right to be concerned.

She's picked up something nasty in the
camp, I'm afraid.

I'm pretty sure she has leprosy.

Cut out the ciggies. There's a good
chap.

Ah, Dr Marsden, I presume.

Jean McAteer, administrator.

May I ask why you're three days late?

What are you talking about?

Your letter gives today's date.

Ah, sorry.

Our fault, then.

You typed this, Miss Hopkirk?

I was told to.

You put in the wrong date. See?

Which is why Dr Marsden has only just
arrived.

Oh, I'm ever sorry.

I've never been late in my life, young
lady.

Never.

Sorry about that.

We're not always so inefficient at the
Royal.

Are we, Lizzie?

Don't worry, we'll take them out. How on
earth did they get in here anyway?

They must have escaped.

Sorry, Mason, we're dealing with this.

Mr. Rose needs an urgent meeting ASAP.

Doctors and senior staff.

But if she's adopted, she will never see
her again.

Exactly.

It's not what Myra wanted.

She told me that, Mammy.

She'd have wanted the child to have the
love of a decent family, Aisling.

To have a father, to have a mother.

Maybe brothers and sisters to play with.

One day, I'll find the blagger to put
more in this mess.

One day.

There's no turning back with adoption,
Mamie.

It's a huge decision.

And it's yours to make, really.

You're the one who'll be sacrificing
everything, otherwise.

Leprosy?

Does that mean we'll have to quarantine
the entire hospital?

No. People get the wrong idea about this
disease.

The odds are it's tuberculoid leprosy,
which is non -contagious. There are

contagious forms, I believe.

Oh, there's the lepromatous form, which
is.

But from my experience out east, that's
not likely in this case. We've sent a

biopsy off for examination, so we'll
know for certain in the morning.

She'll stay in overnight in a side ward,
the minimum number of staff informed.

I'll handle her nursing needs
personally.

Doctors?

Mammy's taken a nap.

Daddy's out in the fields.

Made a decision.

Well, good timing. She's hungry again.

I'll feed her.

There's a bottle in the kitchen.

Made up, warmed and ready. Come on,
darling. She's a good girl.

Come on, let's get you some milk.

I've prayed.

Search my conscience.

Giving up the church and nursing would
be a terrible loss to me.

I know.

I'm far from certain whether I'd make a
perfect mother to Aisling.

But I know Myra would want her to be
brought up by her own family.

She wouldn't want you to sacrifice
everything, though, would she?

Moira gave her baby my name.

I have a duty to look after her.

Whatever the personal cost.

That's my decision.

I wish you well. Yes, of course.

I just hope that you're not inviting
trouble.

At the moment, Paul O'Malley and his
wife are the only people who know that

the father.

Well, she's a disturbed woman.

This is a small community, and as the
Garda's wife...

Well, she could make your life very
difficult.

There's no need for us to run away.

We're here as a family.

That's the best way for all of us.

Ken's running free in a hospital is
completely unacceptable.

On hygiene grounds alone.

It's my fault.

I must have left the gate open.

Jack tells me you sanctioned this.

He asked if we'd like a supply of fresh
eggs for the patients.

Free -range eggs are rich in protein,
vitamin B and other essential nutrients.

But why keep them ourselves?

It's a hospital, not a farm.

Are we also going to keep pigs to
provide us with bacon?

It's just a few hens on a bit of spare
ground.

Since they've been here, the hospital
hasn't had to buy a single egg. I think

can find funding for a few eggs, Jack.

I want them removed, please.

Oh, well, that's your prerogative.

May I suggest they remove them as time
permits?

Alan is wanted in casualty.

And Jack needs to take the tea trolley
round.

Don't you think you might have
overreacted a little bit here?

Well, you can see why she'd want to stay
here. It is the most stunning place.

For an afternoon walk, but...

Would you want to spend your whole life
here? Oh, for goodness sake, Gordon. The

whole family have a generation. That's
where she comes from.

Will you stop me some English?

Hmm.

Aisling will be brought up an only child
by her aunt, an old man and an ill

grandmother.

Well, we both know it's not ideal
exactly, but ultimately it's not really

business, so... Had she not died...

Moira and her baby would most probably
be living with us in Elsenby.

I mean, we did suggest it to her.

So what if we now offered to... ..adopt
Aisling

ourselves?

Nobody says she's staying in the
hospital.

She's staying in overnight, so we know
what's the matter.

You said you'd just look at her. Maggie,
why did you allow them to do this?

I want her to go to a Chinese doctor.

They're finding out what's wrong with
her. I won't allow this. Mr Wong, it's

likely your daughter is suffering from
leprosy.

So are you.

We'll know for certain in the morning.

I've seen you with a baby.

You're far more comfortable with her
than Sister Bridget is.

It's because I'm already a mother.

Then a wonderful one.

You know, we always wanted to have
another baby, didn't we?

One of our own. Yeah, exactly what she's
become.

We've raised her from a baby.

Gordon, how long have you been
considering this?

Well...

Since Niall mentioned adoption, look,
you know how bad

I feel about Moira.

I think this could really work.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking about how, when I was
younger, people used to say to me how

conventional and how straight -laced I
was. And here I am, contemplating

raising a family with children from...

Three different mothers, two different
fathers.

With anybody else but you, it would be a
complete non -starter.

But... But... OK, let's put your
suggestion to the Donoghues.

They'll probably completely hate the
idea, but at least we've, you know,

made the offer. And if they like it, if
Sister Bridget agrees.

Well, then we might have another little
tiny mouth to feed.

I'll see you first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

This was a cottage hospital. I assumed
I'd be having a quiet time.

It's all right for you younger chaps.

Well, I'm bushed.

Night, then.

Good night, Dr Marsden. Thank you. Good
night, Doctor.

Would you mind popping in for a minute?

I just wanted to say thank you for...

for helping hold the place together
since I arrived.

Oh, that's all right.

Oh, a bit of a nightmare for me.

Three doctors in the practice.

One elopes with a nurse, the other two
waltz off to Ireland, taking a senior

nurse with them. They didn't exactly
waltz off.

Oh, they went to a funeral. You're
probably not aware of what happened

Rose put me in the picture.

I don't think they could have been more
specific about when they'd be back.

I don't know. Doctors are more than
whether they're responsible people.

Communication from where they are can't
be easy.

You're being loyal to fellow doctors,
Ralph.

I like loyalty in a man.

Right.

Anyway, I'm glad to have helped out.

Ashlyn would become the youngest of our
family. She'd have two brothers and a

sister. She'd be surrounded by all the
love a family could offer.

And as she's your niece, you could spend
as much time with her as you wanted.

Your parents could come over and visit
as well.

Oh, Lord, my world's turned upside down
again.

I just accepted that my life was to be
here.

I know, I know. I'm sorry. This must
seem like a bit of a bombshell.

I've been in such turmoil deciding to
leave the Order.

For the sake of my family, I came to
terms with that. I felt at peace.

Now this.

I don't know.

I really don't.

I'll have to think about this carefully.

The wife's got little ones to look
after.

Look, I've had to take time off to bring
him here. It's costing me money, this.

I'll fit him in as soon as I can, Mr
Welkin.

Belkin. The name's Belkin.

Sorry, er...

If you and Peter would like secretary.

You pay your taxes, this is what you
get.

It's a disgrace.

Oh, er, Mr Wong, er, this way.

Oh, that's typical, that is.

They come over to our country, they
don't pay a penny for the NHS, they just

jump the queue and get seen first.

Can't believe they're still not back.
What are they doing, paddling across the

Irish Sea?

We'll manage.

I'll be in the advertising institute
with you this morning, but I can give

Marsden a hand later. Oh, most generous
of you.

No peace for the wicked, eh?

Good morning.

I've got Tracy Wong's results.

Have you thought?

Tuberculoid leprosy.

Oh.

A sling told us of your offer to adopt a
baby.

She was worried. What do we think? Well,
we want to tell you we're delighted.

It's the best solution.

It'll lift a great burden from our
daughter.

She needs her own life back.

Do you agree?

We've discussed this as a family.

We're agreed as a family.

The baby's yours.

With our blessing. Thank you.

Thank you, sister.

You'll be like real sisters now.

Sharing a daughter and a niece. Oh,
stop, Daddy, go away.

We'll have to tell Father Maguire the
news.

It may also be wise to put Paul O'Malley
in the picture.

Won't he know soon enough?

Well, I don't know, it might make things
a bit easier for the wife if she knows

the baby's leaving.

Nobody wants him.

What are we going to do?

You'll have to ring them next.

I can't do that.

I want nowhere to start.

How about them next?

No way.

You do it.

OK, I've talked to a specialist at the
Hospital for Topical Diseases in

Liverpool. He's given us a treatment
plan.

Will she have to go there?

Only for consultation.

If your parents agree, you'll be treated
here as an outpatient, Tracy.

Will I still be able to go to school?

Yes, the condition's not contagious.

We'll pass on details to your Chinese
doctor, but it would also be best if

had the BCG injection.

Have her think about it. I have to go.
I'm due in theatre.

She's a very good doctor, I think.

Yes, yes, very good.

Okay,

we agree.

She'll have injection.

you know what you're doing.

We normally get seen by that. What's his
name?

Omarod.

I was in GP practice before you were
born, Mr Belkin.

I think I can manage.

My wife's worried sick.

She's in the same class as that Chinese
girl.

They say she's in here with some nasty
foreign disease.

Is that right, then?

I can't discuss other patients.

See you later. OK.

Hello again, Mrs. O 'Neill. I thought
I'd go and check if everything's OK with

you now.

Please come in.

That's it, Peter.

I think we're there.

Right. What's wrong, then?

Bacterial infection of the skin.

Nomolith hepatigo.

Quite common.

Bacteria. You catch that off other
people, don't you?

Sometimes. He's got it off that Chinese
girl, hasn't he?

I'm giving him a course for antibiotics.

He'll have to stay off school as he's
highly infectious.

This is what comes letting foreigners in
here willy -nilly.

You didn't get the impetigo from her.

Rubbish.

She's got the same rash on her face.
I've seen her. Only she gets to stay in

hospital and get looked after proper.

My lad gets fobbed off with some
geriatric stand -in and a bottle of

How dare you talk to me like that?

Your son is in Patago, for goodness
sake, not leprosy.

What did you just say she's gone?

You do the business. I'll find somewhere
to store them.

Yes. Thanks, Stan.

Store what?

Never mind.

That Chinese girl in there.

You never guess what she's got.

Leprosy. Can you believe her?

Leprosy.

I'm sorry about that. He's talking
nonsense.

The girl's been discharged.

There's absolutely no risk to anyone.

So just try to keep these wounds clean,
all right?

And you can take this bandage off.
They'll heal a bit more quickly in the

air. I don't want the children to see.

Um... I thought you should know,
actually, that Ashlyn Donoghue is going

England.

Who?

Yes, my husband and I plan to adopt her
and bring her up there.

Sorry, I didn't realise you were here.

No, no, not at all. I've just been
redressing your white cuts. But any sign

infection, do contact your own doctor.

Thank you. OK, bye -bye.

You heard, didn't you?

I did.

What have you done with her?

Dan came and did it.

Made mine from the Navy.

He's a cook.

We can sell him all his fresh chicken.

He'll have to be quicker. He'll go off.

Let me worry about that.

We'll take her with us tomorrow and
complete the adoption process under

law as she was born there.

And I'll sign as her next of kin.

Good, good.

Ah, Mrs. Elmerod.

Glad you're here.

There's a matter I need to discuss with
you both.

All right.

Religious upbringing.

I imagine your family wish Aisling to be
brought up in the Catholic faith,

Sister.

Well, how do you feel about that?

Well, we've already considered it,
actually.

There's a very good Catholic primary
school near us. Several of our patients

attend, and indeed, Sister Bridget
visits from time to time, don't you? I

Father. It's a lovely school.

And in the meantime, of course, we'll
look for spiritual guidance to Sister.

She can instruct her niece in her
religion.

Oh, good, good.

I suggest we wet the baby's head as soon
as possible, then.

Tubercular leprosy is non -contagious.
The girl will be fine.

As will everyone she's been in contact
with.

Thank you.

Back to work.

I'm sorry about Mr Belkin.

He riled me.

Just came out.

If his breath was poison, it could make
chasing life very difficult.

Well, I'm writing a letter to the school
to circulate to parents.

Let's hope that does the trick.

I agree with you.

That Ralph Ellis is a bit of all right.

Fancy anything in trousers, does Susie?
I do not.

Any news from Ireland?

No, sorry.

Seems to me we can expect them when we
see them.

Finally, time for a coffee. I was just
going to have one in my office. Why

you join me?

Seems like someone's trying to beat you
to it, Susie.

I baptize you in the name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

I hand you, Aisling Myra Donoghue, to
your godmother now.

Shine in the light of the world to fight
against sin and the devil.

What are you doing here, Paul, my son?

You're not taking her to England.

This is not the time or place you want
the baby!

No, Paul. This is none of your business.
Leave now.

Have you gone mad, Paul O'Malley?

I want my daughter!

You!

You're the father!

Keep away from her, O'Malley.

I'll kill you!

Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor, please!

Paul, don't. Give her to me. Please,
don't do this to me.

Please, don't. Paul. What are you doing?
Think of what you're doing.

Paul. Paul, please.

Daddy.

Daddy.

He's hyperventilating, but I think his
heart's fine. Um, Niall, you're just

having an anxiety attack. All right, so
I'm going to put this paper bag over

your mouth and you need to breathe as
deeply as possible for me, OK?

There.

OK, good.

All right.

He's going to be fine. Um, just keep him
breathing into this paper bag till he's

back to normal and just take him home.
Right.

Yes, of course, sir.

Tammy, will you be all right now?

We'll be fine.

Where's he taken her? We need to find
O'Malley.

He wasn't himself. Very emotional.

Said, if I was a good mother, then I'd
offer to take the child into our family.

I told him no.

I didn't think he'd go and seize the
child himself.

Any idea where he might have gone?

No, he haven't.

It's a terrible thing he's just done,
but he's not a bad man.

Really, he's not.

All right.

We'll try and find him.

What are you doing?

Stupid man. You like to bring your
filthy diseases to this country.

This is why you beg.

I can't believe you are men. You do
that.

I'll have you thrown out.

This is our country, not yours.

Oh, God.

I can't believe he'd harm the baby.

Oh, I don't know, that look in his eyes.

Well, we haven't had a choice but to
advise the police now, have we? He's the

only guard for over 100 miles, be hours
before anyone gets here. Well, was there

some place that he might have taken
more, or was there some place that was

of special to them?

There's only one place I can think he
might have gone.

When did this happen?

20 minutes ago.

Maybe. Did you put on the tourniquet?

Radio in. Get them to prepare the
theatre. Ask Mr Rose to stand by as

we can.

If he loved her as much as he said he
did, then maybe in his torment he might

want to be nearer.

Oh, my, my, to God, the despair hasn't
overcome him.

This way.

And all together now. One, two, three,
lift.

Good. And the intravenous set and the
lethal apartments, please, nurse.

Oxygen, please.

He's got a penetrating injury right up
around with a large shard of glass.

Brachial artery, violent look of it. How
long has it been like this? Over half

an hour.

He's in deep shock.

We need a blood transfusion and
immediate surgery. Where to save him?

rolling.

The brachial artery is lacerated.

Touch and go, this sort of thing.

Let me have your finest suture, please,
nurse.

Thank you.

Looks like a two -pipe operation.

Bernie seems worth it for an idiot like
this.

That's a bit hard. You don't even know
him. You don't need to.

Dennis has told me what he's done.

Carol has a fair point, though. It's not
really for us to judge our patients.

We dream such dreams, my Moira and I.

Dear dead Moira, lying here cold in the
ground.

You're all I have of her now.

Paul, she's going to need feeding soon.
Please, could you just give her back to

us? Look at me.

Every hope of a future with Moira gone.

Buried with her in the grave.

The marriage is over and reputation's
gone.

I've lost everything.

Paul, this village will forgive you.

Many here hold you in great esteem.
Please, just... All is not lost.

You know, you really... You shouldn't
give up on your marriage. I've spoken to

your wife. I'm sure she still loves you.
She still thinks of you as a good man.

I betrayed that woman.

I let Moira down, too.

I'm no kind of a man at all. Yes, you
are, Paul.

You're man enough to hand that baby
back.

I know that.

Paul.

If Moira was watching now,

do you want this to end peacefully?

Think of the child.

Think of Moira's child.

Although I've been away so many lonely
nights, you know... Your mother passed

away peacefully in her sleep, Mr.
Fotheringham Baxter.

She's in the childbirth rescue.

What are you doing in here?

I'm just, um...

Checking things.

Open that fridge, please.

He's been very fortunate. Whoever put
that tourniquet on saved his life.

Well, I expect after a few days in this
madhouse, you'll be pleased to get back

to us, General.

I certainly shall.

I don't know. May I have a certain
charm, the Royal?

And there was me thinking you had a
smart head on those young shoulders.

Thank goodness you'll be too young to
remember this afternoon, my little one.

I'm a God -fearing man, but I don't
think I could ever forgive him.

He was weak and he did wrong, Daddy.

But he meant no harm.

We must all try and forgive him.

It's for God to judge, Niall. Not us.

Right, well.

Better get Aisling settled if we're
going to make that night, Fairy.

May I, um... There we go.

Oh, and... I want you to take this for
her, Mrs Ormerod.

Both our girls had it in their prams
when they were tiny.

It'll remind her of home.

Oh, of Ireland, I mean.

Oh, it's very beautiful, thank you.

Come on.

Are you feeling all right now?

Hmm?

And myself, yeah.

Yeah, I am.

Come on then.

My son's rash is the same as hers.

I thought she'd given him leprosy.

If you'd listened to Dr Martin and the
rest of us, you'd have known better.

Mr Belkin?

You owe this man your life.

Thank you for coming.

Mr Belkin would like to apologise to you
for what he did.

Pay for the damage.

As far as police are concerned, I tell
them matter is closed.

Thank you.

I could sack you for this.

I know.

Right.

Go and do something useful.

Ask Lizzie to call Ireland.

Find out if the Ormerods are ever coming
back or not.

Got off with the caution.

And we've made a sale as well.

Chicken Charmaine's his speciality. He
is taking the lot.

Now, you two, you look after yourselves,
and you promised me that.

Don't be worrying about us.

You'll miss that ferry if you don't get
going.

Are you sure you're all right now,
Daddy? Yeah, I'm as fit as a fiddle. It

nothing. It's just that there was no air
in the church.

You take it easy, Mammy. No, don't
start.

If that baby's down, the car should be
crying, not you.

Sorry.

Take care of yourself.

We'll stay in touch. We'll send plenty
of photos, I promise.

Drive carefully now. You've got valuable
cargo.

We won't ever forget that.

You mind yourself now.

appear like that? Sorry?

We thought we'd show you around the town
before you go. It's not just the royal

that has charm, as you put it. The local
pub's pretty attractive, too. It'd be

handy for you to know where it is if
you're ever in Elsinby again. I'm not

I will be. We'd better have a farewell
drink, then.