All language subtitles for The Royal s08e04 Any Old Iron

I need someone in my life. I need a girl
to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
alive.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

Can't be late. Okay.

This is the Stop Cop Ock.

Won't it be a minute?

I beg your pardon?

I went riding first thing this morning.

Can't greet our star patient and muddy
wellies. I trust everything is ready for

him? Mr. Middleditch's family founded
this hospital.

He's the best administrator it's ever
had.

I know.

I've got a lot to live up to.

If I'm going to walk in his shoes.

Aha!

Making yourself at home? Yes.

Thought I'd bring in a few bits and
pieces. Now I'm here for the long haul.

Hello.

I didn't know you were a nautical man.

Ah, why did you think I was so keen to
get a job on the coast?

Well, I just thought you were trying to
escape from Mr Rose.

Mr Rose is like Alcatraz.

There is no escape.

Yeah. Well, in that case, welcome aboard
on this, your official Thursday.

Uh, thank you.

87.

You've got a very good head for figures.

I've been looking at some figures.

Your overtime.

15 hours last week.

It's all that trouble with the plumbing.
It's all been accounted for.

I can't help thinking that if you'd
spent a little less time on Darth and

break, I might not have to pay you so
many hours at time and a half.

I'm entitled to the odd tea break.

Absolutely. But I'm stopping your
overtime until they become less long and

frequent. Can't do that. Just for a
week.

We'll review your productivity after
that.

Did you have this for yourself?

No. What's the time?

Er, 8 .41, precisely.

Oh, no.

Lizzie, hide this.

You're late.

Sorry, Matron. It's happening far too
often.

Tidy your hair before you go on the
ward.

Yes, Matron. Matron.

Thank you, Alan.

Thanks, Lizzie.

She's always going on about me buying
new clothes.

Monique's? Where's she get the money to
shop there?

I don't know.

Stop!

I'm supposed to keep you here in case
you're early, because you always are.

Only I wasn't meant to tell you that.

Good morning, Lizzie.

A prostatectomy's no picnic. We owe it
to the old boy to make sure this goes

like clockwork.

We're more than ready for him.

I had blood cross -matched and ordered
last week. It's one operation where

they're guaranteed to bleed.

Mr Middleditch doesn't need to know
that.

They're here.

Ah, the reception committee.

Mr Middleditch, I presume?

I'm Jean McAteer. I'm delighted to meet
you.

This is my wife, Elizabeth.

How do you do? Very pleased to meet you.

I've reserved one of the sideboards for
you. Oh, look, there's absolutely no

need for any of that. Nonsense. You get
yourself settled in, we'll prep you,

give you your pre -med and get you down
to theatre is my first case.

I don't want any fuss.

In that case, I'm afraid you'll be
disappointed.

How's the fishing in Scotland?

Looked wonderful.

Elizabeth showed me the photographs.

You all right?

Absolutely. Just my gratitude after
paying up again. It always does when I'm

worried. Do you have your tablets with
you? I've just taken one. I'm absolutely

fine, thank you.

Who is he, then?

Who? Come off it. You've been out with
him every night for the past few weeks,

haven't you?

I bet you've seen him again this
evening.

This afternoon, actually.

I'm on a split shift. Doing anything
nice?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Who's out the obvious, then?

I haven't met the new addition to the
family yet.

No? Well, you must come over soon.

Well, I have a photograph of her if
you'd like to see it.

There's our Ashley.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Well, I think so.

I'm feeling rather faint.

Mrs Middleditch? Well, just take a slow,
deep breath, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. It's all right, don't
worry. Fetch Mr Rose, please.

Oh, darling.

Oh, Doctor, I've just put your lights
off. What is it?

They need you in their lifeboat.

They've got it somewhere.

Collapse the person on yacht.

OK, tell them I'm on my way.

Blood pressure's 120 over 80 and pulse
is 100.

No hemorrhaging before today?

None.

Well, she's not clinically shocked.
She's not lost enough for that. I think

can treat this conservatively.

What does that mean?

No operation.

I should hope not.

But you will need complete bed rest,
sedation, a transfusion, and a strict

diet for at least a week.

Would you put up a saline drip and order
two pints of blood for transfusion? Get

one put up as soon as you can. Yes, Mr.
Ross.

What about your operation?

Would there be any harm in postponing it
for a week or two? None at all. It's

not an emergency.

I'd far rather do that.

Oh, no, no, you mustn't. We can't have
the whole Middle Ditch clan order

We'll take care of you first.

Don't argue, Elizabeth, dear.

It won't do any good.

It's a yacht off Elfinby Point. She's
drifted towards the cliff.

I was told someone was injured.

I captured a trawler, spotted her.

He couldn't get too close because of the
rocks.

But he says there's a body on deck.

There's got to be something.

Ah.

How long have these been here?

Oh, I don't know. They put away all
sorts after war.

Excellent.

What's going on?

Er, stock taking.

Would you believe there's no inventory
of what we've got stored down here?

So I took matters into my own hands.

Don't spend all day on it.

So what are we really doing? Making up
for some of the overtime she's not

me. Come on, give us out.

Closer to the rocks.

I need my white roses now.

No, no, not my name.

They're for Alan Morris.

I've got to go.

You know the rules about making phone
calls during working hours.

I mean it.

You know the rules about making phone
calls during working hours.

Alan, I need you. Now. In here.

I need your help, but you mustn't tell
anyone or I'll be in terrible trouble.

What is it?

I need a lift.

Please, please, please.

Yeah, all right. Where are you going?

I'm getting married.

In an hour's time.

I love you, Jen. To be with you in the
daytime. Looks like the Marisolettes.

The captain of the trawler said there
was definitely someone on deck.

He must have fallen overboard.

It's a woman.

I'd say so.

Is she still alive?

Just about.

Okay, she's had a nasty bang to the
head. We'll need to get her back as soon

possible. Go!

So how are you feeling?

Like a complete fraud.

Any more vomiting?

No, I'm delighted to say. Well, it
sounds like the bleeding may have

As I keep saying, it's my husband that
should be in this bed, not me.

I really wouldn't want that.

Okay, so we'll give you some more blood.
Make sure you're topped up. And when

this one is run out, put up the other
bottle. Make sure it runs slowly over

next four to six hours, would you? Yeah,
Doctor. Can you feed her that? No, it's

Dixon. Yeah.

Well, that's good. Looks like
everything's settling down.

You'll be fine.

Good. Thank you.

She's coming round.

Can you tell me your name, please?

Rosemary Briggs.

Were you on your own?

Yes, no -one else. You've had a nasty
bang to your head, Rosalind. We're

you to hospital.

No, I don't have time.

Here we are.

Bang on time.

Oh, not Peggy.

Who? That's what they call him, Peggy.

You have to stick a clothes peg on your
nose if you go in within five feet of

him, he smells that bad.

To be fair, he offered me a very decent
price.

Hang on, you can't sell them beds.

They're not yours.

Well, nobody's going to miss them, are
they? But to be on the safe side, keep

eye out for my macaroon. I can't. I've
got something to do.

Well, you're not rusted in theatre.

No, something else.

Whoa!

Good lad.

Yeah.

Got some scrap for us.

Yeah, I need to have a proper look.

You agreed the price.

Ten quid.

Yeah, well, funny thing's prices.

Up and down like a tart straws. I can't
give you more than four quid for this

lot. Look at the state of them.

Get them loaded up quick. You can have
them for eight.

I won't waste any more of your time.

Uh, seven pound, ten shillings.

A fiver.

Take it or leave it.

This lady's name is Rosemary Briggs. She
has a head wound. It needs cleaning and

suturing and then admitted to the war
for observation.

What happened?

Well, we're not sure. All we do know is
that she was found on her own on a boat

closing off Elsinby Point.

It's brave.

Well, it's not the word the lifeboat
skipper used.

Right, we need to contact next of kin.
Check through this, see if you can find

an address or something. Thanks.

Right.

I'm just going to put up this blood for
you.

Do you know where my husband is?

Looks like it's here.

She's very keen to impress him.

Do you want me to get him?

No, no. He enjoys being impressed.

There we go.

All done.

Thank you.

Cheer up. Nice warm bed. Great grub.
Beautiful nurses. Better than a week on

Costa Brava. It better be.

Might have to tell your gaffer about a
load of old beds.

No need for that.

What's the problem here?

Ah, this is Mr Marsh. He's in the rag
and bone business.

He's fallen under his horse.

Not so much step -toe, step -toeing.

Let's have a look at the damage.

Ah!

OK, I think you may have broken the
ankle.

But we'll, um...

Do some x -rays to find out how bad the
damage is.

Yeah, I'm sure the nurse will get you a
nice cup of tea.

Oh, plenty of milk and four sugars.

As soon as Dr Ellie says it's OK.

Your flowers have arrived.

What flowers?

The flowers the flower shop says you
ordered.

All those flowers.

Who are they for?

Er, me mum.

It's her birthday.

Oh, that's weak.

Ready? Where are you going?

Alan?

Alan!

What delights us the first day of your
return to general practice brought you.

It was a particularly large verruca this
morning.

Despite your precipitate departure, the
gates of Astridly General have not quite

slammed shut.

But if you're happy being a glorified
jack -of -all -trades, then so be it.

This is a bog -standard ankle fracture.

Where's the patient?

This is Mr Marsh.

You have a broken ankle.

We'll anaesthetise, reset and plaster
just as soon as you're ready, Dr Ellis.

There's no need to rush up my account.

The old maid is looking after me very
nicely.

Have him thoroughly fumigated before he
comes anywhere near my head.

Um, Carol, can you organise a bath,
please, for Mr. Lynch?

You must rub me back for me now.

So, how are you feeling?

Much better.

Good.

Tell me, um, how long have you been at
sea?

Since the day before yesterday.

I sailed up from Rostoft.

Everything was fine until this morning.

Ah, and then it wasn't quite such plain
sailing.

No.

It was one thing after another.

The boom swung and knocked me out, and I
woke up with what seemed like the worst

hangover I'd had in years to see I was
headed for the rocks.

I started hauling the sails and slipped
down the companionway. Well, it really

wasn't your day. It was like something
out of the Navy lock.

But still, no lasting damage done, so if
someone can find me my clothes, I'll...

Well, not until I've examined you first.

I just need to check your eyes, if
that's possible. OK.

Mm -hm.

Do you sail often?

Not so much now.

My husband was mad about boats, so if I
wanted to see him, I had to be too.

But I lost him last year.

I'm sorry.

So was I.

He built the boat, the Rosemary, in our
garage.

And named it after you.

Yes, he used to say we were both broad
in the beam and difficult to handle.

Have a look at here.

Mm -hm.

Do you have any problem with your
vision?

Well, I didn't see that ruddy boom
swinging.

The reason I ask is that your optic
discs are very white. It could be a sign

optic neuritis. We'll have to look at
that.

Well, I'll see my GP when I get home.

Oh, you're in a hurry.

Rosemary?

That left hand's very weak. What is it?

Well, I'm right -handed.

Rosemary, I'm concerned about your optic
disc and this unsteadiness, so I'm

going to ask for a scarlet x -ray.

We'll take it from there, all right?

All right.

Elizabeth?

What's the matter, dear?

If you... There, then. Look, sister,
would you...

Dear Mrs. Middleditch.

What's wrong?

We just have a little bit of a problem
here.

Bear with us, Mrs. Middleditch. I'll
fetch Dr. Wetherill.

You're all right.

All right.

They had a teenage wedding and the old
bush could dwell.

You could see that Pierre did truly love
the mademoiselle.

Right. I need to find somewhere to get
changed.

How long have I got?

Ten minutes. Look, I'd better get off.
No, no, no. I need you as a witness.

How did it happen?

I asked her to change Mrs Middleditch's
transfusion and she put up the wrong

blood. Mr Middleditch's blood.

All right, Elizabeth, just a quick look
at you.

OK.

All right.

Well, it looks like you're having a bad
reaction to the transfusion, Elizabeth.

So cold.

All right, well, see if we can warm you
up a bit.

Miss Middleditch, would you mind waiting
outside just for a moment?

Thank you.

Right, put up a unit of roomicrotex, run
it over an hour, put some extra

blankets on the bed, would you?

It wouldn't hurt to put up the wrong
blood, would it?

Oh, Doctor, yeah.

Might I get?

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

OK, we've got two minutes.

Wait, hang on. You said you'd tell me.

Who's this bloke that you're marrying?

He's called Adrian, and he's fab.

What? How come we've not seen him? Well,
I only met him last month.

It was just love.

I would have married him on the spot,
but he was waiting for his divorce.

He's married?

Well, not since last week.

But his ex -wife's been a complete
nightmare. That's why it's been so hush

-hush. Other than that, he's 37, and he
works for the advertising agency that

makes the commercials with the little
dancing toothbrushes. He has this really

cool flat and a chalet in Switzerland.

It doesn't make you know about this.

Wish me luck.

Thank goodness.

He's late too.

How's Elizabeth?

She's not good.

Dr. Weatherill's with her and Mr.

Rowell too.

They aren't sure yet how much damage
there is.

You're certain it was Nurse Dixon?

Yes, Matron.

Send her to me immediately.

I will, but she's on a split shift. I
don't know where she's got to.

Then we'd better find her.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, boy.

Come on. Come on, boy.

Come on. Come on, boy. This way. This
way.

You want me to do that?

Yeah. Be my guest.

Well, I look forward to seeing this.

Walk on.

How did you do that?

I just pulled firmly on the reins and
gave a little flick.

He can't stay here.

Oh, don't you worry. I'll sort that out.

What are you doing?

Well, now I've seen how it's done, I'll
take it back myself.

Hold on. You want me for those carrots?

Have a goldfish.

Hello.

Hold firmly on the reins.

I'll give a little flick and walk on,
stroll on. Go on, go on, go on.

Slow down a bit, slow down.

Go on, yep, yep, that's it.

Slow down, slow, slow.

Do you want me to drive Farnham or
something?

No.

Yes. He's staying at the Grand Hotel.

What's his name?

Adrian Blakeney.

OK, there's a coin box outside.

Just to let you know your daughter's on
her way.

My daughter?

Julia. We phoned her to let her know
you're all right.

Well, she'd have a wasted journey. I
don't want to see her.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

You didn't ask.

Temperature, pulse, blood pressure are
up.

Urinary output's down.

Let's hope it isn't as bad as it looks.

I'm afraid that her kidneys hold out,
otherwise we'll lose her.

I'll speak to Mr Middleditch.

All right, I do.

I'd help but think if Susie wasn't her
niece.

Well, that's not very fair.

Not exactly the first time, is it?

The hotel says he's left.

Well, he better hurry. There's another
wedding due.

They said he was going to London.

He can't have.

He's definitely checked out.

He's left your suitcase for you to pick
up.

No, they've got the wrong person.

We're getting married.

He knows that.

He'll be here any minute.

You'll see.

Susie, he's not coming.

Where are you going?

The harbour.

Are you sure?

Rosemary, what are you doing? Leaving.
Can you get Dr. Romrod? You can't just

go. You haven't even got your clothes.

You wouldn't give them to me.

You're not very steady on your legs.

That happens when you've been at sea.

And the sooner I'm back there, the
better.

Right.

Now, I can't chain you to the bed,
Rosemary, but both you and I know that

in no -fit state.

Your skull X -ray came back. It's
normal.

But I'm concerned about your vision and
the weakness in your arm.

All of me's weak.

Your boat will still be there tomorrow.

It'll be too late by then.

What will?

My husband died a year ago today.

We always loved sailing around Ellesmere
Point.

And years ago, when we both thought we'd
live forever, I promised him that if

he died first, I'd scatter his ashes
there.

Maybe your daughter could do it. It's
got nothing to do with her.

I made a promise and I intend to keep
it.

Look, I know this is important to you,
but if you go out to sea like this,

you're going to put yourself and other
people at risk.

Is that what your husband would have
wanted?

Right.

Right, where are you going, you daft
man?

Thank you. This

is

your new home.

I did wash it.

Have you seen Nurse Dixon?

She went out with Alan.

Well, if you do, tell her I want to see
her immediately.

Yes, Matron. Oh, Matron!

The telegram arrived for her.

Telegram? Yeah, look. Do you think I
should open it? Not if it's addressed to

her.

Wait, wait, wait.

Maybe... Maybe he's left a note in here.

Oh, God, there's got to be something.

Susie... We should get back.

She fell asleep as soon as I got her
into bed.

But she really doesn't want to stay
here.

Well, then we're going to have to
persuade her otherwise.

Hopefully her daughter will help.

Er, Rosemary didn't seem too pleased
when I said she was coming.

Oh.

Then maybe this isn't just a medical
problem.

How's the ankle, then?

Oh, not so good.

OK, I'll prescribe some pain relief, but
the next thing to do is get you back on

your feet.

I'm feeling very weak.

I could do with a bite to eat first.

It's not really a good idea so soon
after an anaesthetic.

A cup of tea and a dry biscuit, perhaps,
but try these first. Well, there's no

rush. I'm quite happy where I am.

Whey, how's my favourite nurse?

Busy. Are you looking for Mrs Briggs?

I've been frantic about her. I've had
the police out and everything.

I thought she was dead.

That's odd. Please, um... Let's talk to
my consultant.

Has anybody left the message for
Tuesday?

Why are you all dressed up?

Does this telegram?

A matron wants to see you.

She does.

She was going to get married.

To you?

No. This posh bloke, but he stood her
up.

This posh bloke?

Have you called Adrian?

Yeah. Listen.

Bad case of cold feet.

Even nurse can't cure.

Love you always, but can't wed.

Adrian.

You shouldn't be reading that. It's
private.

She should have invited me to her
wedding. I'm supposed to be her friend.

Yeah, well, don't give her a hard time.
She's dead upset.

Wait till Mason gets hold of her.

And a message for you.

Jack's in Ship Street. He needs help.

I hadn't spoken to her for months and
then suddenly this letter arrives out of

the blue.

It says she wants to scatter Dad's ashes
at sea.

It doesn't say where.

She was in a terrible state after she
lost Dad. And I didn't help.

We had this... Stupid row and we haven't
talked since.

What was it about?

We were both upset and I said she should
sell the boat.

I told her she was clinging on to Dad.
She had to let go of the past.

She slammed the phone down on me and
that was it.

She didn't want to know me anymore.

Well, if that was really true, why would
she write to you like this?

You know, I, um...

I think this is just her way of asking
you for help.

Why don't we go and talk to her and see?

Dragonbone!

What?

Dragonbone!

What are you doing?

This horse has a mind of its own. I
reckon it's the brains of the business.

It's official.

Help that lady with her mangle.

I don't know how you found out, but you
can stop worrying. I didn't get married.

What are you talking about? The man I
love couldn't be bothered to turn up for

our wedding.

So if you want to tell me off, then
you're wasting your time.

I am much more concerned about Mrs.
Middleditch.

Did you put up a blood transfusion for
her before lunch?

Yes. I was supposed to be off, but I
stayed late to do it. Our sister.

You gave her the wrong blood.

No. It said Middleditch on the label.

I checked.

What about the date of birth and the
hospital number?

Time and again, You've been told that
that was the procedure, but you ignored

it, didn't you?

You used blood that was cross -matched
for Mr Middledith.

I'm sorry.

Do you realise how serious this is?

She could die.

I don't understand.

Why does this have to happen to me?

Why can't something go right in my life?

This is not about you.

Elizabeth Middleditch is critically ill,
and there's only one reason for that.

You're careless, arrogant, and you never
think of anyone else but yourself.

That's not true.

I'm sorry, but it is.

You've let down the hospital, your
colleagues, and two of the people I care

about most.

Over and over again, you make stupid
mistakes because some nonsense matters

to you than caring for your patients.

I always hoped you'd learn from your
mistakes, but what you've done today,

unforgivable.

It won't happen again.

I'll do anything.

There'll be a disciplinary board later
this afternoon.

Get your uniform on and report back to
me.

Monty, please.

Get your uniform on and report back to
me.

Stand it way up.

Whoa!

Good boy.

Jump on, I'll give you a lift back.

No. I'm not leaving these bedsteads for
Peggy.

Go and get the van.

What's the news?

She's only passed 10 mils of urine in
the last hour, so we'll try to induce

osmotic dialysis.

In other words?

I'm afraid it's not looking good.

At all.

Unless her kidney function gets back to
normal quickly, we could lose her to

renal failure.

And if we overdo it, we could push her
into heart failure.

Mr Marsh seems very reluctant to leave
us. I'm not surprised.

He's had me running around after him all
afternoon.

Cups of tea, newspapers, biscuits.

He was even asking for a haircut.

Well, I've decided to review his
treatment.

Are those for me? About time, too.

I'm sorry, these are leftovers from
lunch. Now, let's see if we can get you

walking again. Oh, I don't feel up to
it. I'm that weak. Strange, most people

home straight away. Carol, did you say
there was a phone call for me?

Er, they need you straight away, Doctor.

Excuse me. This may take a few minutes.

Feeling a bit better, Mr Marsh?

Nice, there's off. I'll give you a lift
home.

Look at this.

She's passed 100 ml of urine in the last
hour.

That's good, is it?

It's excellent, dear lady.

You're spouting like a Trafalgar Square
fountain.

In other words, your kidneys are working
again. Looks like you're going to get

better.

Mum. Oh, there's no need for that.

If you wanted to get to Dad's backyard,
why didn't you ask me?

I'd have come with you.

I'd like to have been there.

I wasn't so sure you wanted to see me at
all.

Mum. I can't go bothering you all the
time. I don't want to be a burden.

What are you talking about?

I don't understand.

Please, tell me.

Did the doctor say something?

He thought you might need help.

You know, don't you?

Well, with symptoms like that, I'd be
surprised if you hadn't seen a doctor.

And what did he say?

I've got multiple sclerosis.

No. I was diagnosed three months ago.

You should have told me.

You're young.

You've just got married.

You don't need me like a millstone
around your neck.

Look, I don't know what your consultants
told you, but I've got patients who've

had symptoms of MS for 10, 15 years.

And they're still playing golf.

And plenty of others who aren't.

Have you been receiving any treatment?

I have ACTH injections once a week. They
don't seem to be doing much good.

Well, you need to keep up with those.

Otherwise the symptoms could get worse.
But there are other things.

Physio and OT.

They can help.

You may also need the help of friends
and, well, family.

Oh, whatever happens, I just have to get
on with it.

You've got your own life to lead.

If that's what you want to think.

Let her go.

It's better off without me.

I told you it was a mistake.

Those hospital beds?

Uh, surplus stock.

Lester's kindly disposing of them for
us. Uh, free of charge.

So much of the free of charge.

I won't pay it. I've done a day's darn
graft for you. Yeah, well, no one asked

you to.

I had no choice. A horse of yours has a
mind of its own.

Whoa, whoa!

Jack!

You're right about that.

He knows what he's doing.

Goodbye!

Nurse

Dickson?

We've spoken to Sister Bridget.

Dr Wetherill and Mr Rose. And there's no
doubt about what happened.

It will never happen again. I wasn't
concentrating because of, well, personal

things.

I've had a terrible day.

That's absolutely no excuse.

Procedures are there to be followed.
You're supposed to be a nurse.

Your patient comes first.

I've spoken to Sister Bridget and she
said that Mrs Middleditch is doing a bit

better.

I've learnt my lesson.

No. I don't think you have.

In any way, it's far too late.

We all agree you're no longer fit to
work as a nurse at this hospital.

And we have no choice but to dismiss
you.

Andy, please.

I'm sorry, I mean... Matron.

This is my home.

I've got nowhere to go.

You should have thought of that before.

You've had chance after chance, and
every time you've let it down, you have

go.

Please, don't do this to me.

I've said, you've left us with no
choice.

Have you come with me?

I've got out the paperwork.

I'm so sorry.

So am I.

I'll be doing my ward round if anyone
needs me.

We'll keep you in until your
electrolytes and blood tests are back to

I'm confident that won't take too long,
but I'm afraid you will have to put up

with us for a few more days.

I'll do my best.

It's his idea.

So...

Do you reckon you can handle her?

You mean me or the boat?

The boat.

Oh, this will be a pleasure.

All aboard!

Are you sure you don't mind?

Are you kidding? That's why I came here.

This is my sort of medicine.

Yes, well, sometimes it's not so much
about healing heads as banging them all

obstinate ones together.

I came to say goodbye.

And to give you this back.

I don't deserve it.

I passed my exams, but I was never a
nurse.

Not like you.

I had such hope for you.

I told Mrs. Middleditch that I was so
happy here.

And it's true.

And why did you want to marry a man you
hardly knew?

I love him.

I know that sounds pretty stupid now.

But I do.

Did you plan to tell me?

I was going to come back this afternoon
and explain everything.

I thought that I could sort out my
notice and say goodbye to everyone

I never thought it would be like this.

I've let you down badly, haven't I?

I'm so sorry, Auntie.

For everything.

What happened to you?

I bit the cart before the horse and came
off second best.

And how much did you get for the beds?

Not a sausage.

Have I got this right?

You've given a load of old beds to a rag
and bone man, done a day's unpaid work

for him, and ended up smelling worse
than Edith.

That's about the long and short of it,
yes.

No, no overtime claim this week.

Fair enough.

And to make up for it, perhaps you and
Mr Marsh could clear out the rest of the

junk from the cellar.

In your own time.

All that hard graft and nothing.

What are you talking about? We've got
Goldie.

If you go away On this summer day Then

you might as well Take the sun away All
the birds that flew

In the summer sky When our love was new

And our hearts were high when the day
was young and the night was long.

And the moon stood still for the night
bird song.

If you go away, if you go away.

Why is Elthamby Point so special?

It's where Dad proposed to her.

It's what your dad would have wanted.

Both of us here together.

Thank you for asking.

In the end... I should ask you ages ago.

There's something I haven't told you.

I'm pregnant.

Three months.

You're going to be a granny.

And if I have to look after you as well,
I'll do it.

But not until I've got plenty of
babysitting out for you.

If you go away on the summer day, then
you

might as well take the sun away.

All the birds that flew in the summer
sky when our love was

new and our hearts were high.

If you go away, if you go away,

if you go.

away