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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?

Never happened like that, you know.

The RAF were nowhere near Montevideo in 1939.

Well, they knew where, I suppose.

No. I was on the North Atlantic run.

And that's another thing that's wrong.

There weren't any merchant vessels involved.

Oh, an expert on the Battle of the River Plate, then, are you? No, but he's seen

that film with Jack Hawkins about five times.

Anthony Quayle, clever cloaks.

Any road, old Jack. Will you lads have the goods you promised in time for the

show? Yeah, of course we will.

Let me go is better than your rehearsal.

You shake it off, you dope star!

Go that steering, shorty!

Oh, dear dooms.

Tiny Tony's run aground.

Still no love lost between the Winstanleys and us Hopkirks, then,

No. A bit of a big mouth there having a go at our Tony.

Will you just be quiet, you two? I'm serious. If you don't get dressed this

minute, we've both got to the sea battle. Now, upstairs, please.

Good boy, Jonathan.

Ah, you're a ruthless woman, Jo. I've got to be. There's four of them.

It's Mary's day off. There's no au pair back up, is there, darling?

Well, I thought Sister Bridget was coming over.

She'd, like, probably come and cool over Ashley and then leave all the rest to

me, wouldn't she? Well, I wish I was coming with you.

I do.

But one of us has got to be on duty.

See you later.

Come on, John. Sit down. Good boy. Come on.

The directive will be brought into... ...facility.

Facilitate, mean?

Facilitate. Not facilitate.

I'm none the wiser.

It's something from the DHA.

Oh, that'll be for me, then.

It was just addressed to the hospital. I can't make Edna tell you of it.

That's because it's meant for the administrator, not the receptionist.

Sorry, but I'm supposed to open everything without a person's name on

No offence, Lizzie.

I was a hospital receptionist myself once.

Blimey. Can't imagine her as a humble receptionist, can you?

Oi, there's no humble about being a receptionist.

Of course not, Lizzie.

And if she got to be an administrator, well, so could you.

Don't snigger.

I could if I tried.

It's just I've never really bothered.

You take the other two trays.

How come you've only got one?

You're younger, and I'm the brains.

Careful. Pick it up.

You pick it up.

You're sunk.

I'm not, you filthy German swine. I'm not the Germans you are.

Come on, you two. I need those, please. Quickly.

I'm not sure Sister Bridget would approve of using Ashlyn's pram as a

battleship. Come on. Good morning, Professor.

And how are you today?

Oh, well, bearing up, yes.

I'm looking for a quiet spot.

One of your nurses mentioned a garden.

Oh, the walled garden, yes.

But Mr. Rose is doing his ward rounds this morning, and I know he'll want to

look at your hernioplasty.

Oh, well, um, yes. Well, Matron did say that I could be back in one hour.

Right. Lizzie, would you mind showing the professor to the walled garden? I

to be off.

Oh, right.

Allow me. Oh, I said be kind. Thank you. Oh, blimey, these are heavy. Yes, well,

they do contain weighty matters.

Go on.

Ha! Hello, Jane. Nice to see you back in the saddle. It's the easiest way to get

over a bad fall, they say.

Now, I've had a missive from the DHA.

Could we have a word sometime?

Of course.

I'll find you.

Is Dr Ellison yet? He's gone out on a house call.

Ida called it a letter.

She calls it a missive.

What is that exactly?

Well, allow me to elucidate.

Little children, you better not tell on me.

Hello. Is your mum in? Yeah.

Do you want?

Dr Ellis, Mrs Blunt. How about Gary?

Oh, right. I were expecting a woman doctor.

She said it was tonsillitis and she's given him some penicillin, but he's no

better, so... OK.

Come on, love.

I can't even understand the title.

Empiricism and erudition in the early modern era.

Well, empiricism is knowledge gained by experience, whereas

erudition is just learning, really.

Wish I'd done a bit more erudition at school, then, than the mucking about

boys and that.

Oh, I don't know. Mucking about with the opposite sex can be quite empiric.

If you say so.

Oh, I'd love to know what more words mean.

Half the time, when I hear them spoke, I am the foggiest.

Now, that's an interesting piece of syntax.

See what I mean? What's syntax when it's at home?

Grammatical structure. Now, look, this is a thesaurus.

It lists words and alternative ones with similar meanings.

Synonyms, they're called.

Yes, you might well find letter and missive in here.

Okay, can you breathe out for me, please, Gary?

Okay, it isn't tonsillitis.

That's why the penicillin isn't working. I think he has something called

Vincent's angina.

Oh, she made a mistake.

The woman doctor.

No, no, it's an infection like tonsillitis, but it's caused by a

His gums are now inflamed and his breath is quite bad.

Fusobacteria often thrive when someone is underfed and in unclean surroundings.

So it's my fault, you mean?

Because I can't keep the place clean?

No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to criticise you.

I'll give you a prescription, but you need to get it as soon as possible.

Well, I can't.

Not unless I take the kids with me.

My neighbour's not back till later.

Are you on your own?

My husband died last year.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Must be tough, managing with three young children.

Some days.

I don't even leave the house.

I see.

Look, I didn't realise your circumstances. I'll be passing the

calls. I'll pop in and drop the medicine off on my way back.

OK.

Well, all this for one picnic, eh?

More like we're moving house.

Why can't we get in the car?

I don't drive, I'm afraid, Katie.

And we'd never all fit in just the one.

I've received the proposed new DHA directives for cottage hospitals.

If it were possible, I'd like to trail a doctor today.

See if they make sense in day -to -day medical practice.

Spend the day following me around, Jimmy.

I'll be quite inconspicuous, I promise.

Would that be all right?

Well, I'd have to get permission from the patients, of course, but, yeah, why

not?

My surgery, ten minutes.

Excellent.

Right, give me doctor.

I'll be quite inconspicuous.

Or she could have said unobtrusive, hidden, muted.

Muted would be quite good for her, actually.

As good as this.

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.

Careful. And keep stirring.

It's not difficult when it's ready.

Don't suppose he'd give me an aunt?

No. Well, it was better to show his face.

So, it's all right with you if Miss McAteer here sits in on your

Good. Now, what appears to be the problem?

It's my piles again, Doctor.

Right.

Let's have a look, shall we?

It's called metronidazole. You need it three times a day after meals.

If meals don't amount to much, Doctor.

Don't Social Security help you?

I went to Social.

They didn't seem to want to know.

It's their job, isn't it, to help people in your circumstances?

Yeah, I know.

It all seemed such a rigmarole.

Kept asking me questions and getting me to fill in forms. Part of the process, I

suppose. And they keep me waiting for ages.

With kids crying all the time.

It just wore me out. I came home.

I'm sure they'll help if you persevere.

Maybe.

I don't suppose they'll have much choice but to help after tomorrow.

How do you mean?

I'm up in court.

Shoplifting.

The solicitor chap reckons they'll send me to jail.

For shoplifting?

I doubt it.

Well, it's not my first offence, you see.

They warned me last time.

Do it again and it's jail.

If you are taking food for your children, surely they'll be lenient?

It weren't for kids.

It was stupid things, really.

Six tins of silver poly.

What do I want with that?

Dog food.

We haven't got a dog.

I don't even like dogs.

I'm sure they'll take your circumstances into account.

What about your children?

They'd be better off without me.

I'm no mother to them.

The solicitor said to say goodbye.

Just in case, like.

And bring a toothbrush.

Where are the ships?

Haven't started yet. Let's find them.

Don't get lost, you two. Lunch soon, all right?

Oh, are you hungry, my little one?

Oh, yeah.

Bottles in the bag, is it, sir? Right.

Come on, right, you little rascal.

Let's get you fed as well, shall we?

Well, we have a fine day for it, haven't we?

Whatever you're thinking.

The court won't want to break up a family.

I'm quite caring.

They can do what they like.

Mrs Blunt, do you mind telling me about your husband, if it's not too painful?

Er, Dave was a trollerman.

His boat were lost at sea, and they all drowned.

When I first heard the news, I was numb for days.

I just felt empty.

Completely understandable.

I was six months gone.

And we're two little ones.

After the baby were born, I'd... I felt like I couldn't face the world.

I still can.

I just feel so... worthless.

And guilty all the time.

It all just seems so pointless.

Women often become depressed after childbirth, Mrs. Blunt.

It's called postnatal depression.

And what with your recent bereavement, you have even more cause for being

depressed.

But you can be helped.

How? How can you help me?

Well, one can.

Crying for his food.

Always hungry, that one.

I'd like to drive one. Must be fun.

You don't drive a ship, you pilot it.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Hey, shorty.

You might win stage battles.

On tight land, there's only one winner, Tony.

Oh, get lost.

Nice little craft.

Handles right well.

You know what I mean?

Shut it with you.

Come on, boys and girls, a big move for the Nasty Crafts Band. I don't think

most would like each other.

I'm tired all the time.

I don't sleep at night.

I'm exhausted by morning.

But for kids, I'd not get up.

You're suffering from clinical depression, Mrs Blunt.

I'm going to recommend a course of treatment, maybe get you to see a

I'll be in prison for that. I'll come to the court tomorrow and explain you're

suffering from a depressive illness. They'll have to take that into account.

Won't they think I'm just having a month?

No, they won't ignore medical evidence.

Now... Can a neighbour watch the children this afternoon?

I think so.

Good. I'd like you to come to the surgery. I'll take some notes and write

report for your solicitor, OK?

I'll see you later.

I've allowed Professor Farrow to sit out in the garden to read.

You think he's up to it? He should be. It's a first -class overlaid suture

repair, if I say so myself.

Ah, Mr Rose, is it all right if Jean accompanies us on our ward round? She's

observing our medical procedures today.

By all means.

I should be only too happy to clarify any arcane procedures that we surgeons

carry out.

Thank you, Mr Rose.

I'm sure it'll be most edifying.

Ship Graf Spee has been inflicted damage on unarmed British merchant ships.

Hotel Naval Command dispatches three six -inch -gun British Leander -class

cruisers, HMS Exeter, Achilles and Ajax.

Tom, eat some fruit, please, not just cruisers.

That's it, lads. Split them up in it.

Tom, we've got to put this over here any second.

Mind your backs, please.

About time and all. Where have you been?

Right. Two.

There you go, Lord.

Thank you very much.

Call a showless operation.

Originally introduced by Dr. Edward Earl Showless during the war.

And I'm damn sure that the good doctor himself would be proud to have achieved

result like that. Yes. Well, since you're so pleased with your handiwork,

I be allowed to resume my reading in the garden?

Indeed you may, sir.

And take the odd walk.

Gentle exercise speeds recovery.

Well, that's it for Milner. There's three more to see in Fawcett.

Well, I think I've got the picture now. I'm very grateful, Mr Rose.

Actually, I have a little something that you might help me with in return.

Golf club dinner this evening?

Wife doesn't want to go. Hates golf, you see.

I've paid for two tickets. I wondered whether you'd do me the great honour of

being my companion.

I'm afraid, Mr Rose, experience has taught me to be very wary of accepting

invitations from a married man.

Oh, this is all perfectly above board.

Wife, in fact, urged me to ask someone else.

Must be very lonely for you, stuck out there in the country.

I'm sure you'll enjoy a jolly evening out.

All right.

Just this once. I can't make a habit of it.

No, of course.

Excellent.

Come along, matron.

Are you all right?

I think so.

Gently does it.

I thought we should have a look at that angle, don't you?

I've made a list of new words I've heard this morning.

There's one Mr. Ross used.

A -R -K -A -I -N -E.

A -R -K.

Oh, arcane.

That's it?

Yes. It's an adjective.

It means mysterious or secret.

All right, thank you.

And what's an adjective?

Exactly. Yes, just a muscle strain, not a sprain.

Rest the ankle and no high heels for a day or two, OK?

At least it gives me a good excuse to get out of dinner with Mr Rose.

I did tell him it'd be the only time.

Oh, really?

Wouldn't it be better used as a credible excuse to end the evening early?

Ankle playing up, Mr Rose has had his one date and he won't badger you any

longer. What a great idea.

Thanks.

Order.

Oh, sorry. I'm just leaving.

Jean hurt her ankle. Slipped in the water.

Oh, right.

Anyway, sorry.

I was after a little advice on a patient.

Damaged by the bigger guns on the German battleship, Exeter is forced to

disengage. Oh, dear. That was a bit naughty, wasn't it, boys and girls?

That's it.

You're asking.

Now Achilles and Ajax take up the chase.

You see that?

He did that on purpose.

He's a nasty piece of work, that Graf Spee. You are?

Well, in the battle, they call each other by their ship's names. It's a

tradition.

His real name's Roger Winstanley.

I don't know what it's about, but him and Exeter have been having a right go

each other for weeks now.

So who's Exeter, then?

Ah, he's a hopker. My second cousin, Tony.

But with Graf Spee being a Winstanley, things could turn nasty.

She's lethargic.

Her sleep patterns disturbed, constantly crying, and, yeah, she's shoplifting

things she doesn't need.

Yes, well, all the classic signs of clinical depression, you're right.

And you intend to give this evidence in court?

I think they're unlikely to imprison her if I do.

I've taken independent legal advice.

Have you?

Look, don't you think you might be getting a wee bit over -adult here?

I just need to be certain of the legal position.

If Sheila Blunt goes to prison suffering from clinical depression, her health

will deteriorate badly.

I want to do everything I can to prevent that.

Okay, fair enough.

But just remember, you're a Dr. Ralph, not a crusading lawyer.

Naval command, I've called in air support from the Royal Air Force and

from fast motor torpedo boats.

Watch out, Graf Spee. The torpedo boat is coming for you.

So far, we're sure.

Always. No. Come on. Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sure everything's in order. It'll be perfectly all right.

Water spilt in Milner.

The water corridor not cleaned.

What are Jack and Alan playing at?

Where are they?

I believe they're presently preoccupied on a previously arranged pursuit aligned

to their hospital locations.

How do you get into this thing? Through the top. Help me get the torii up.

You've got to get him out of here.

Unconscious. Okay, get him out. On the bank. Call an ambulance.

I

told

you I'd be in dead trouble for this.

This prey hasn't killed him.

They haven't cleaned in here, either.

I'm sure I saw them earlier.

All right, it'll be on its way.

The sea battle. There's been an accident.

I beg your pardon, what battle?

Are the Navy on manoeuvres near here?

The German battleship's been sunk.

German? Are we at war again, then?

The model boat battle in the park.

A man's hurt. Alan called the ambulance.

Alan? What's he doing there?

Right, ambulance is on its way. He has a large penetrating wound in the back. We

need to get him in as quick as possible.

I didn't mean to hurt him, Cliff.

I doubt the Winstanley's will believe you.

Hold on, lad. We don't need this. He tried to kill him. Not just started it.

For goodness' sake, stop it!

Come back to the hall when Mary comes back for the kids, would you?

Very gently, please.

Where were Jack and Alan in the park?

Oh, they were just passing in the hospital van, apparently.

My tummy's hurting.

Well, I'm not surprised after all the crisps and sweets and toffeeapples

after, Ethan.

Come on, let's get you all inside.

Torpedo boats seem to explode.

Fiberglass splinters have penetrated through his back into his abdomen.

Possible damage to liver, spleen and all kidneys.

We need to operate immediately.

Home run's on call, isn't it?

I've gone to see a friend back late for Mary.

Oh, no, she was here and then she went out again.

Looks like it.

It is a day off.

Oh, you're a bit niffy, young man. You're going to need changing, aren't

Me?

When's Jill coming home?

Well, Tom, she has to look after the man who was injured.

Oh, no.

Do you need feeding again?

Oh, come on.

Come on, you.

I need to have a dig around and see what has to be done.

It may take some time.

What happened to cause all this?

I didn't mean to hurt him, but he had it coming.

He's been seeing my bum behind me back. She's just a tart. She is not.

Don't start all that again, thank you. Not in here.

Yes, let's get you men cleaned up and home.

Right.

I heard your order, dear.

What's been going on?

Hello, love.

What have you done to him? I never meant to, Yvonne, honestly.

You've killed him, Tony. I'll swing for you. That's enough.

It is indeed. And you, madam, whoever you are, go and wait in reception.

Oh, no, Katie, you must stay here.

My tummy's hurting.

I want Jill.

All right, Tom, I'll ring and see if I can find out when she'll be back.

Dr Weatherill is still busy in casualty and Dr Omrod's in with a patient.

Well, Lizzie, can you tell them I'm stuck here? The au pair's gone off

again and Tom has a tummy ache.

I'll let them know, but...

As I intimated, they're currently engaged in medical activities of varied

complexities.

Damage seems to be confined to the left kidney.

It is serious, then.

We'll have to remove it. Indeed.

Clamp, please.

Please be quiet. She's almost gone off.

It really hurts. All right, Tom.

Let me have a look at you.

Lift your shirt up and let me see. Come on.

That's Jonathan, I bet. Oh, for goodness sake.

Oh, Jonathan.

You all right, mister?

Are you?

Oh, he's very smelly. Oh, come on. I'd better change your nappy, hadn't I?

Katie, would you clean this mess up, please?

Come on.

Come on.

Lost a kidney?

Oh, that's terrible.

Not as bad as it sounds. I assure you, people lead full and active lives with

one kidney.

Oh, even so?

Well, that's an awful thing to happen. The surgeon's very confident that Mr.

Winstanley will make a complete recovery.

Thank you.

I never meant to hurt him, honestly.

The others told me that you put a bomb on a torpedo boat and drove it straight

to Roger's ship. I was meant to go off near him, shake him up.

I never planned for it to hit him.

But I'm really sorry.

A bit late for that.

I know.

Oh, I feel awful.

But he'd been taunting me all day about seeing you.

He has been seeing you, hasn't he?

That's my business.

You don't own me.

I can't believe this has happened.

Adam Twetherill, I've had Sister Bridget on. She's still at your house. I

believe Thomas has a tummy ache.

All right, I'll speak to her. Thanks a lot.

Oh, keep still, Jonathan, please.

You're just trying to get attention, Tom. No, it hurts.

It really does.

I'll be with you in one minute now, Tom.

I'm going to be sick.

Oh, dear.

You're having a very good day, aren't you? Hey, Sister Bridget.

Oh,

engaged?

Probably Katie chatting to one of her friends.

Can't be that important.

Well, Sister Bridget did sound concerned when she phoned.

Concerned? You know, anxious, troubled, uneasy, worried.

Oh, thank you, Lydia.

Get the picture.

Right, well, look, I'm going home now anyway. Will you tell Gordon when you

him? Thanks.

Right, OK.

Give the reports to your solicitor.

Tell him I'll be in court Thursday.

You're patient.

But just bear in mind what I said about getting too involved.

So, you were passing by the lake on hospital business and just happened to

a load of toffee apples on board. Is that it?

Oh, there you are, my dear.

Picked you up. Your place.

Seven sharp.

Yep. Okay.

Best foot forward, then.

Looking forward to our evening together.

Oh, I don't have time for this now.

I'm giving you a strict warning about using the hospital van for private

purposes. All right?

I wouldn't dream of it.

I think Tom has food poisoning. He's in terrible pain and he's after being sick.

Oh, dear.

I feel good.

I knew that I wouldn't.

I feel good.

I knew that I wouldn't.

So good.

So good.

Damn, I'm lost.

Found it all right, then?

I forgot you kept horses.

Radiant. Your carriage awaits, ma 'am.

Oh, no, thanks.

Easier to negotiate the horse problems on my own.

OK, good boy.

Right, Tom, it looks like you have appendicitis, all right? So we're going

have to take you to the hospital and we're going to take you down for your...

I'm so sorry.

I thought you just had a tummy upset at first and was making a fuss.

We'll see, Daddy.

You will see, Daddy, yes. Right. You're going to sit up for me like a brave boy.

As a good boy.

Oh, Mary, thank goodness.

Will you phone the Royal? Tell them we're bringing Tom in for an emergency

appendectomy. Quick as you can, please.

The matron said he's to be left to rest, Jack.

He's recovering from his anaesthetic. I just wanted to see how he is.

You all right, Roger, mate?

Jack, what are you doing?

Is he all right?

He looks really bad.

He's rather pale.

Temperature's up.

It's both at fast and ready.

Call one of the doctors.

What's going on?

We've got a bit of a... How shall I put it?

Predicament? Quandary?

In a fit?

A jam?

Why are you talking like a prat?

Why can't you just say there's an emergency?

Yes, Oddie, you're right.

Tom Omerod's having his appendix out. His dad doesn't know yet. And the bloke

from the lake's taking a sudden turn for the worse.

Oh, this is way down. 70 over 40.

Mr. Rose said the tissue around his left kidney was badly lacerated.

Maybe the renal ligature isn't holding.

Well, Rose won't be very happy if that's the case.

Ah.

My dear.

Thank you.

Making quite a few members' heads turn walking in with you, my dear.

Urgent message for you, Mr. Rose.

Something wrong?

Put their knickers in a twist at the boil.

Again.

Damn.

Damn the place.

I'm so sorry.

But I must go.

Oh, that's all right.

I'll get them to call me a cab to take me home.

You're needed in the theatre, nurse. I'm assisting Dr Weatherill in the

emergency theatre.

Assisting her with what?

Oh, sorry.

You were supposed to have been told.

Your son has appendicitis.

Oh, yes, now, now.

I had to bring him in straight away.

I'll operate you.

Will you be here for my operation?

No, Tom.

Dad is not allowed to.

But Jill and Ralph will look after you. You're going to be fine. You'll be all

right. I'll let you know when we finish going.

Well?

Mr. Winstanley's blood pressure is way down and his pulse rate is up.

It looks like a reoccurrence of internal bleeding.

I wondered if your ligature had slipped.

Did you?

Let's see then, shall we?

All in a flap? Sounds serious.

I never meant this to happen.

No.

It's all my fault.

I only ever went out with him to make you jealous, Tony.

What?

Well, you never show your feelings.

I thought if I went out with him, it might shake you up a bit.

I didn't expect all this.

Just pray he pulled through.

He's clearly very ill, but I'll wager there's nothing wrong with my bigotry.

Scissors and forceps, please.

Thank you.

He's ready now.

But I was too busy with my own niece to be bothered with their son.

Of course they won't.

I feel useless.

I can't just sit here.

It's gangrenous at the tip.

It would have burst within the hour.

Can you release to it?

It's very stuck down.

The adhesion's pretty much everywhere.

Look, there's abscess just there. Can you see?

Behind the mental.

Right, this is going to be tricky.

If I burst the abscess, he could develop peritonitis.

No problem.

Renal ligature's holding fast.

We'll have a look around, then.

Get some light on him, Alan. Let the dog see the rabbit man.

That looks interesting.

Blood -stained fluid.

Hot, wet packs, please, lass.

Looks like we're in for a long night.

Mind on the job in hand, Gordon.

The boy will be fine, man.

Jill wields a fair knife.

For a lady GP.

Tom's fine. Went well.

Oh, thanks be to God.

Has his bowel perforated as well?

Not his bowel, man.

Look.

Coming from the lesser sac, the epiploic foramen.

Positive, please.

There.

Got you, you little blighter.

That's what did the damage.

Splinter hidden in the lesser sac. Being five o 'clock, didn't show on the x

-rays. Impossible to have known it was there.

Now we over -sow the legion and close him up.

He's returned to the ward.

He'll be fine.

Come back in the morning.

He needs to rest.

Don't we all?

Great boy, son.

Good lad.

Thank you.

Mrs Blunt.

You've been charged with shoplifting.

How do you plead?

Come along.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, sir.

Thanks for the borrow, but I'm not cut out for all this fancy words malarkey.

Fork had a clue what I'm on about.

I'm better off as I was.

Indeed. Indeed. To thine own self be true, as the bard has it.

Yes, well, look, as long as you're understood, Lizzie, that's...

That's all that really matters, isn't it? That's right.

So, goodbye then, Professor.

Farewell. So long.

Cheerio. Ta -ta.

See you.

My professional opinion is that Mrs Blunt is suffering from severe clinical

depression.

Brought on by the tragic death of her husband last year.

Are you saying that Mrs Blunt...

shouldn't be held responsible for her shoplifting.

Um, I think that her depression is responsible for her defective judgment

led her to behave inappropriately on these occasions.

I think she needs treatment, not punishment.

Thank you, Dr. Ellis.

Hello, hello. So, how's the wounded soldier?

Let's go home now, Dad.

Go on. Was that your decision or Jill's? Yeah, you know, you. Keep an eye on

this young man.

We don't want any more scare, do we?

Right. Well, we'll see you later, OK?

Yeah.

How's your foot today?

Oh, not even a twinge.

Your healing hands must have done the trick. Good.

And how was your evening out?

Damn shame about last night.

We need to find an alternative opportunity.

I'm afraid not.

We did agree on only one date, Mr. Rose, and that was it.

The fact cannot be ignored.

There is no doubt that you did undertake the act of shoplifting.

This is not the first time you have been before this court for this offence.

You were given the clearest warning on your last appearance.

However, the court is also obliged to give consideration to medical opinion.

In the light of your doctor's testimony, you'll be given one more chance.

We order you to serve one year on probation, and we highly recommend you

continue taking medical advice to prevent a recurrence of this offence.

The court will also require you pay £10 in costs.

Failure to pay will result in a custodial sentence.

£10?

I haven't got it.

I can't pay.

I'll have to go to prison.

It's okay.

I'll lend you the money, Sheila.

It'll pay the fine.

Will you?

Yeah, but look, I have to go. I'm late.

Oh, how's Tom doing?

Right back to his cheeky self, thank goodness.

What happened in court?

Oh, Magistrate gave her probation on condition she paid costs, which he knew

couldn't. I think he just wanted her in prison, despite my evidence.

Well, how long was she served?

Well, she won't die.

Lent her the money.

Well, I'm not sure that giving money to patients is entirely wise.

It wasn't a gift. It was a lie.

Well, it may be.

But my experience is to be realistic about human nature, especially when it

comes to money.

It was just a one -off.

I couldn't let her go to prison.

Well, you can't lend money to every patient who's in need.

This is a medical practice, Ralph, not a charity.

Lizzie! Have you got Mr Meadows' notes that I asked for, please?

Sorry to bother you.

I didn't get much chance to say thank you afterward.

Oh, that's OK.

I need to talk to you about the money.

Right, perhaps if not... Is it OK if I pay you back bit by bit?

Say, a shill in a week?

Sorry, I know it's not much. It's all I can afford.

I've got your first week.

If I cut back a bit here and there, I'll manage somehow.

I can't tell you what it means to come across somebody who cares about me and

Kit.

It's given me hope, it has.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Yes, well, perhaps one shouldn't always listen to the voice of experience.