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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 all right.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

Yesterday All my trouble seemed so far away

The latest estimate from the building.

What it will now cost to finish the work on the casualty unit.

Well, I'm sorry, everybody, but I have to get back to relieve the au pair.

Gordon can fill me in with something.

Of course.

We won't be long ourselves.

I hope.

As you see, it's worse than we thought.

I'm exploring a number of avenues to raise money. I've outlined them for you.

Will there be wanting any more cups of coffee, Doctor, by the way? No, no, no,

I'm sure they can sort themselves out.

You should go home, really.

Good night.

Sounds serious, doesn't it?

We'll be out of work where things are going.

The renovation work revealed just how unsafe the roof already was.

We couldn't have known before it had to be done.

I know this isn't my field, but none of these fundraising options look very

promising, do they? Well, if we don't find the money to pay the builders,

they're going to down tools at the end of the week.

Did the trust have any funds to help bridge the gap in the interim?

No. I told you, you've already had everything from the revenue account.

No contingency fund anywhere? No.

If there was, I would have said so.

It's a relief that you might need this.

Oh, thank you, Carol.

Look, why can't the DHA lenders see extra money to give them some breathing

space? I've tried that. Got a flat no.

Portions there see no choice.

Ruck will have to be suspended.

Which is exactly what the DHA wants.

Look, without an emergency department, a cottage hospital like this has no real

future. It's the perfect excuse they're looking for to close us down.

Maybe one of my private donors will come good, but it's bound to take time.

Sorry, there's been an emergency call.

A shooting at a small holding on the Whitby Road.

I could go, Gordon. No, I'm duty -doctored tonight.

Call Jill, will you please, Major, and tell her what's happened.

Do you want me to stay on, Major? No, the night staff can manage. You get some

rest. I'll see you tomorrow.

I might just make it before closing. Fancy a glass of that dodgy Spanish

Oh, what girl could refuse an offer like that?

Gunshot woke me up.

And I went in.

And... You were lying, dear. Blood everywhere.

Did he say what had happened?

Where's Grandad?

He's talking to the police, Gary.

He'll be here in a minute. Just keep as still as you can.

This morning we'll use the back.

He said he heard a noise at the back, at the junk room.

And he saw this lad in there with the shotgun.

He said he shouted out, but the lad just fired, dropped the gun and fled.

He gave it when it was stuck.

Gary, will you?

He just... I... A lad, you say?

You didn't see the intruder yourself?

No, no.

He legged it sharpish.

All I was worried about was Gary.

My dad found me.

He put me on the bed.

He wrapped my wounds in bed sheets.

He saved my life.

And the shotgun's yours, yeah?

Aye. Keep it at junk room. Use it for rabbits and...

I hope it's all right.

Where was the intruder, Gerard?

He escaped out the window.

OK, we'd better get him in and operate at once.

Let's go, sir.

Can I have a word with him, Doctor? I'm sorry, sir, but we're taking him in.

Selfish thing to say, but I'm glad it's Dr. Ormrod that's on call.

I'm rather glad Matron didn't need you on duty, too.

Sounded pretty serious, though, your meeting.

Yep.

Going to find the money?

Well, it doesn't look promising.

Surely someone knows a wealthy person who could help.

Do you?

Yeah.

You.

With your posh sports car, you must have loads in the bank.

Excuse me, I bought that Porsche out of my hard -earned salary.

No, I'm afraid none of us have anything like that sort of money.

How much do we need?

About 20 ,000, according to Jean.

That's a lot of cash. It certainly is.

Well, we'll just have to hope she can squeeze it out of someone.

This is a dickens of a mess.

The last must have been at close quarters.

How close would you say?

Oh, 12, 15 feet.

Extensive damage to the soft tissue of the shoulder and the arm.

Right, our first job is to tie these vessels off, stop them bleeding.

Need plenty of packs for that, please, lads.

Will he lose the arm? I hope not.

I need to carry out an exploratory operation.

Get these vessels properly tied off.

My daughter, Sandra, she had Gary.

Out of wedlock.

And she met this Yankee airman two years ago and they got married.

And they went to live in his hometown in California.

Gary didn't go with them?

No, he didn't want to leave his pals or his school.

He said he wanted to stay with me.

I've been like a dad to her.

I'll have to ring his mother.

What time will it be over there? I can never remember.

I think it's the afternoon.

Major will be back soon. She'll be able to place an international call for you.

She'll be distraught with that, Sandra.

Could be worse.

He's still alive.

Cut.

Thank you.

How's it looking?

There's a hell of a lot of burning and scorching. It's impossible to see which

tissue is viable.

Right, well, that's the bleeding controlled.

What we can do for now, no primary closure here.

Soprature and gauze dressing, please, nurse.

We'll reassess tomorrow under anaesthetic.

He's on 15 -minute observations, please, sister.

Can I speak to him? Is he awake?

Not yet, Mr Nesbitt. He's very poorly.

He will be all right.

It was only his arm that was hit.

At very close quarters.

I shall carry out another operation in the morning, see which tissue is viable

and which is ischemic, and needs to be excised.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Um, the wound needs to settle down.

Let Mr Rosewell know exactly what's to be done.

Look, it's, um, it's a very serious injury.

So I'm afraid you may have to pay yourself for some bad news.

He could lose his arm.

Oh, for God.

He's only 15.

You'd better come with me, Mr Nesbitt. I've booked that coldy daughter.

Poor man.

He thinks the world of that boy.

And Gary clearly adores him.

Yes.

Yes, he does.

Born to be wild Born

to be wild

What

now?

A plug?

Oh, a plug on your scooter.

I'm none the wiser.

Look, you'd better get a move on Sharpish, Alan. You're needed in

Was that Alan calling in?

He's been held up.

Problems with his scooter.

To do with a plug or something.

I didn't know they had plugs on scooters.

That's what he said, and he wrote, you know, a plug.

Honestly, he did.

We've a full list to get through this morning. If he's not here in 15 minutes,

we shall have to go ahead without a theatre technician.

Come on, Alan. What do you mean your scooter's blown up? Was it exploding?

Don't be daft, Lizzie.

Gas main or something's gone up. Fibre here's on its way.

There's casualties.

Right, leave it with me.

Who's first, Lizzie?

Alan. Sorry?

From a phone box. There's been a gas explosion at a building site.

Alan's there on his scooter. Where is it? He said there's casualties at a

building site on the coast road.

All right, Lizzie, send an ambulance out, will you? Ralph, get your immediate

care kit. And we're going to need some nursing staff as well.

OK, just relax, Gary.

Count to fire.

Patron first to prepare for casualty is in the next half hour.

There's been a gas explosion.

This operation's a priority.

Terror, I'll cancel the rest of my list. We have a major incident.

I'm afraid GP surgery is cancelled this morning. You'll have to arrange new

appointments. The Gazette?

How did you lot hear about it?

A chap from a local paper wants to know about the boy who was shot.

Hello, Maton speaking.

No, I'm afraid we're not prepared to give any information about anything to

press at present. My staff are extremely busy.

If he turns up snooping, show him the door.

Right.

have we accounted for?

Sight and form would think so.

If I were gay, I'd just try to find the gas leak.

It must have got on your face, Alan.

Faye, could you deal with this cut on Alan's face, please?

It must have been terrifying.

Doctor, can you come and check this man, please? Sure, let's get this man on a

stretcher here.

Right, hello there.

I'm Dr Ellis. Can you look at my hand?

How many fingers am I holding up? Good.

No bad headache?

Right, let's put a temporary dressing on, OK?

We'll take you to the Royal and get you sorted out, OK?

We've inspected the crater.

We want a gas mine.

Really? Gas border got no record of a mine in this vicinity and there's no

of gas.

So what could it have been?

Well, looking at this, I'd say a German bomb. I came across a few in the war.

I've asked for the army bomb unit to attend.

You realise there was a big, big bomb in the hole?

Well, it wasn't as such, but there were cases of bombers in trouble dropping the

load to escape fighters.

I want to check the site. Make sure we've not missed anyone before we clear

place, yeah? Yeah, sure.

Jean McAteer?

Much of this deltoid tissue looks ischemic. It'll have to go.

But you won't have to amputate?

No, I don't think so.

Leave the wound open.

You'll need a further operation for grafting and secondary closure.

I'll decide then.

But it's looking much better than I thought. Scissors, please.

Yes, we're very interested in all potential donations.

When would it be convenient for you to visit?

Well, I'm actually in the area.

I could be with you by 11 o 'clock.

How does that sound? Lovely.

Thank you.

See you then.

Over here. Here.

There's someone in there.

OK, good. Just take him straight through.

Faye, will you go with him?

OK, thank you.

He's breathing.

Hello? Can you hear me?

He needs medical attention.

Then we'll try and get him out.

Not the window!

Went well.

You've saved his arm. Hope so.

Certainly seems a lot better.

Look, um...

The police called by.

Sergeant Morrell would like to talk to Gary when he wakes.

He's still very poorly.

Well, don't worry, we won't allow it until he's stronger.

The thing is, the police are under a lot of pressure.

The newspapers are on to it.

The lad who did this has got to be caught.

What exactly did Gary say about the intruder? Did he even know it, recognise

The first casualties are arriving.

OK.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

The rose is in triage.

Right away.

Oh, Lizzie.

I'm expecting a Mr Mavis from the Packham's Pickle Company.

Really? Oh, the Packham's Pickle. I have it with cheese on cream crackers.

My dad prefers it with a toast of red cake.

Yeah, the company may make a donation to the renovation fund. It's important we

make a good impression.

Yeah, right.

Lizzie, mind out.

Oh, yes, sorry, Matron. Can someone give us a hand, please?

Gene, could you take this trolley?

Take the end.

Oh.

Oh.

Settling, they're right.

We secure?

Secure. Okay.

Kenny, move.

Ah!

What's your name?

Eh? I said, what's your name?

Kenny. Kenny Whepham. Okay, good, Kenny. Is that your dog?

Aye. His name's Roy.

You don't work on the building site, do you, Kenny? I was dotting here.

It's not a crime, is it?

Okay, keep still, Kenny. We're going to get you out of here. Don't worry.

Now, when I say I need you to try to pull back your legs, okay?

Are you ready? Ready.

Okay, on my count of three, yeah? One, two, three. Here we go.

I thought I'd be able to

move this now without bringing the whole lot down.

Right, it shouldn't be too long now.

Goodness,

looks like you pair have been through the wars.

Can I help you?

Has there been some sort of accident?

Yeah, there's been a big emergency.

They're waiting to be seen.

Tell me more. What sort of emergency?

No, I'm telling you now.

I thought Matron made that very clear.

I'm sorry?

We don't need you lot nooping round asking questions.

Go on, out you go.

Young lady, I'm Terence Mavers, and I've got an appointment here.

Mr. Mavers, how nice to meet you. Jean McAteer, hospital administrator.

Coffee for two in my room now, Miss Hopkirk.

You found us all right, then? Yeah.

It's really your stable.

Why did you leave Scotland, Kenny?

I'm going to stay in prison up north.

I'm going to stay with my daughter, but I couldn't stand her man.

She's on the road for about a month.

Listen, Kenny, apparently we can't lift the limple off your foot.

It might bring the whole building down on you. It's all just lying here, is

it? It's just until the fire brigade can stabilise the building so that we can

release your foot, all right?

Don't worry, I'll stay with you, OK?

I'll go.

What is it?

Oh, my God.

It's another bomb.

Your labour costs are very high.

I'd trim this wage bill for a start.

All hospitals need a reasonable -sized staff. We are open 24 hours.

Well, it seems to me that if you were operating in a competitive marketplace,

you'd soon be out of business, my dear.

Anyway, to understand how any set -up works, I believe in getting on to the

factory floor.

Yes.

We're not a factory, of course.

We don't make anything here.

You make patients better, I hope?

Of course.

That's always our aim. Seems I've arrived at an opportune moment. I'm told

there's been some emergency.

Yes, indeed.

An explosion at the building site.

Dr Wetherill and Dr Elick are out there dealing with it now.

Dr Wetherill is a partner in the practice.

Who's Elick? He doesn't seem to be on the list.

A young doctor, joined quite recently.

He may become a partner in due course.

Bomb disposal unit are on the way, but there's going to be some time. We have

get out until they can make the area safe.

Hang on, we can't leave this man alone. We can't get him out unless we operate.

After what's happened, that second bomb's going to be very unstable. We

leave now.

OK, gentlemen.

You go. Oh, Ralph. Listen to me. You've got a husband and children who depend on

you. I'll stay with him and wait for a surgeon to get out. Ralph, we can't wait

for a surgeon. I'm a member of the MRCOG, all right? I can do this. I can

now, OK? You take care of the anaesthetics and I'll operate, all

sorry. I can't allow that.

Leave him till the bomb disposal team get here and make it safe.

He's a doctor. He shouldn't be on the site anyway.

Yeah, he may be a doctor, but he's our patient.

Call the police.

They can order you to leave.

I know they can, and we're not going, OK?

OK, now, Kitty, listen to me. We can't leave you as you are, all right? We have

to get you out, but the only way we can do that is to amputate your foot, OK? We

need to do that at the bottom of your ankle.

I wouldn't be able to walk.

We have no choice.

All our beds are full now. I've called Ashfordly General to see how many they

have left.

Good. Well, we'll get the rest over when the ambulance gets here.

Why weren't the injured just sent to a bigger hospital in the first place?

Oh, may I introduce Terence Mavis, Dr. Romerod? He's looking round with a view

to recommending a donation to his company directors.

I mean, little place like this, do you actually need a casualty department?

Well, yes.

Yes, we do.

Ashford is a fair distance away, and very often patients need emergency

treatment quite quickly. So it isn't just a question of status, then. There

really is a demand for the casualty facility that you want to restore.

The local community rely on us.

If we didn't have it, we wouldn't be able to serve them properly.

You reckon so, do you, nurse?

I am the matron here.

Which company do you represent, may I ask?

Packham's Pickles. Really?

Oh, my children love that advert.

When you put a bit of pickle on, put a bit of Packham's on.

Have you seen it, matron?

Not that I recall, no.

Just take it easy now, can you? How am I going to get to my pal and Luton if I

can't even walk?

I've given him 300 milligrams of ketamine. It should be enough.

He's not alone.

What happened to him? We'll worry about that when we get him out of here, shall

we?

Is

something

wrong?

No. Don't.

I'm here, Gary. It's all right.

I was about to call you. His temperature's a bit high.

Fetch Mr. Rose.

The police are here.

Tell the sergeant he can't see him now.

Did the police say anything?

Have they caught the lad?

He just wants to talk to Gary.

OK, that's good.

We're nearly there.

Carol, how's he doing?

He's OK at the moment.

For God's sake, how much longer?

Shh, Roy. Shh, shh, shh.

Can we have a little bit of quiet in here, please?

Alan, just get the dog out, would you?

It's very pyrexial.

Temperature's 100 .4. Pulse is way up.

Oh.

Oh.

Don't.

Don't, Dad.

Shush, quiet.

It's all right, Gary.

That's what I feared.

Despite all our efforts, there's an infection of the tissue of the shoulder

the upper arm.

A toxemia.

Looks like it.

Give him one gram of intravenous penicillin via the drip every four

wound swabs and a blood culture and repeat a full blood count.

Look, if there's anything else he needs, I'll pay.

I'll find the money somehow.

There's very little else we can do at the moment. Just wait for the lab

and hope the penicillin contains the infection.

Well, I can see why you need to raise money, my dear.

A lot of work's still to be done, by the looks of it.

Yes, indeed.

So why aren't they getting on with it, instead of being stood around sipping

tea? It's their break, I think.

Chuck, over there.

Is he one of your porters?

Yes, yes, he is.

He's the sort of bloke I need to meet.

Chuck's a bit busy at the moment.

OK, can we try to ease him out gently?

Here we go.

Can we all get out of here now?

Yeah, let's get a stretcher in here, please.

And ask the ambulance to come up as close as possible, yeah? Yeah, your

already doing that.

Come on.

Hold on, good boy.

Come on.

I don't know. Get the dog.

Strip me some other pal.

You're charging me for it?

All these lads have all paid.

The hospital paid for that pea jack.

You're not allowed to take money for it.

All goes in the restoration fund.

Just doing my bit for the royal, ma 'am.

Ralph!

Ralph! Carol, here.

Ralph! All right.

Ralph!

Are you all right? Can you... Are you all right? Can you move?

Just... Try not to move your neck too much. I'm fine.

You all right? I think.

Can we have some help to get him out of here? Come on, lads.

It's up there to clear. Come on.

Sit down.

Sit. So the arms and legs, if you can.

Ready to lift?

Yeah. Lift!

Not surprised they're behind if you let them take tea breaks every five years.

But I like you raising a bit of brass out of them, Jack, making them pay for

tea. It's enterprising, is that?

Maybe you should charge the patients and all.

It's a hospital, not a free hotel.

I'm going to put you on the spot here, Jack.

You work here. I want one good reason why my company should make a donation to

this place. Come on.

One good reason.

Excuse me. Duty calls.

300 milligrams of ketamine.

Okay, Mr. Rose is waiting for you. Come on, Roy.

Let's get you seen to it all.

Better have that properly cleaned up, come on.

You're obviously overpaying your nurses if they can drive round in a Porsche.

Nasty -looking cut you've got there, but it looks like you've ended up in good

hands. Oh, I'm sorry, this is Dr Ellis, Terence Mavis.

Oh, I see.

State of him, I thought he was a worker from the bomb site.

Mr Mavis is the PR director for the Packham's Pickle Company.

They're considering donating to the renovation fund. Oh, really?

Have you heard about your troubles from a sales rep?

Felt we might help.

So I've been having a good look around.

Of course.

Would you excuse me? I need to get this into you.

Manners aren't Dr. Ellis' strong point, then.

Oh, he's been under a lot of pressure today.

Cut.

Not a bad job.

Considering the condition she was working under, not a bad job at all.

Especially with her being only a humble GP and a mere woman.

Matron asked me to tell you she has Gary Nesbitt's path lab results.

The wound swabs show a staphylococcal infection.

And the blood cultures have grown staph in you too.

Damn.

Septicemia.

And I'm afraid there's worse news.

It's penicillin resistant.

Keep him as comfortable as possible.

Let's have you strong enough to pull through.

Temperature's 104 .5.

Blood pressure's very low. 80 over 50.

How long since he passed any urine?

Not for at least 12 hours.

He's gone on uric?

Kidney failure.

No!

No!

Grandad! No!

Shush, Gary. It's all right.

I'm here.

Can I have a word with you, please, Mr Nesbitt?

I can't believe this has happened.

It's only two days since we went out fishing together.

Gary's condition is extremely serious.

Now, I need you to be straight with me, Glenn.

The story that you and Gary told us.

That isn't what happened, is it?

What do you mean?

Of course it is.

Gary said that he came into the room, saw the intruder who shot him.

The thing is, he fell back against the wall beside the window.

Now, the angle of the blast suggests that the gunman had to be on the

No.

What are you saying?

The police are going to figure this out for themselves from the bloodstains.

Best if you perhaps tell them the truth yourself.

Yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Gary, I forgot you.

He didn't wake me up.

Climbed in through the window of the junk room.

I heard something.

Took the gun.

I was worried about these recent break -ins.

I piped.

I never meant to fire. No!

It didn't seem so bad at first.

It was Gary's idea to say about the intruder.

He was worried that he wouldn't be allowed to stay with me.

We don't need to tell the police straight away, do we?

Hello. Remember me, Kenny, Dr Ellis?

Yeah. Well, you're in hospital and you're doing fine.

Aye.

It's a wee bit nicer than beat -out head prison.

I should think so.

Have you seen... Looking after your dog as well.

And he's doing fine too.

OK?

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You were very rude to that man, Mavis, you know. He could fake this place.

Are you being snooty because he's a bit brash and works for a pickle company?

Just leave it, all right? No, it's not all right.

The royal desperate.

His money could be vital.

You shouldn't allow your prejudices to get in the way. You don't even know him.

Wrong. I've known him all my life.

His name isn't Mavis. It's Terence Ellis.

He's my father.

Your hospital seems, frankly, out of date.

Not exactly at the forefront of modern medical practice, should we say.

Well, that isn't really our purpose.

The big teaching hospitals lead the way in research.

At the cottage hospital, we're here primarily to serve the community.

Sorry to hold the meeting up, Mr Movers. I had a few things on.

And what about the other one, Dr Ellis?

Or perhaps he isn't considered important enough to attend these meetings?

Oh, no, he is invited, but he's had quite a stressful day.

He has to be excused.

But aren't doctors supposed to be able to deal with stress?

He was very near a bomb which went off.

Well, so were you, my dear, but you still managed to turn up.

Anyhow, from what I gather, you all responded to this emergency in a very

professional manner.

Thank you.

Our staff were, as always, first rate.

Showed enormous bravery.

Well, we did our jobs.

No more, no less.

Anyway, I won't shilly -shally. I've decided to recommend to my board that we

get involved in funding your renovation.

Oh, that's... That's wonderful.

I'll stay at the Grand tonight, call our finance people, talk it through with

them. So we'll take it from there, shall we?

I never ask him for anything because there's always, I don't know, strings

attached.

But in our circumstances, surely... Yeah, we're desperate, so it did seem

taking the risk, but I approached him as a last resort on the understanding that

any help given was nothing to do with me, and I specifically asked him not to

come here.

Why? Because you're ashamed of him?

No, of course not.

You don't know him, Carol. It's complicated.

It's hard to explain.

My parents divorced when I was 12. It was messy.

He used me as an emotional kind of football.

A bargaining chip with my mother.

Obviously she got custody of me, but he insisted I went to this boarding school

where he was always interfering, constantly on at the school monitoring

Or whatever, my progress.

Perhaps he was just being a dad taking an interest.

At least you've got a father.

I lost mine and I still miss him.

I know.

I know you do.

But my dad is no ordinary father. He goes way beyond taking an interest. From

childhood, he's always tried to control my life.

Is he proud of you, though?

Now you're a doctor?

No. He's disappointed I'm not in Harley Street.

With my name on a brass plaque, I should never, ever have contacted him.

You know, he probably sees my approach as a sign of weakness. An invitation to

step in and take over my life again is such an ego trip in.

And don't get me wrong, he obviously does it out of a sense of guilt too,

because he knows that he's left me these memories and images that I can't shake

off to this day.

Why? What happened?

I can't discuss that.

Why not?

I've no secrets from you.

Sorry.

Let's just leave it. Your choice.

But if I'm in a relationship with someone, I don't like to feel there's

of themselves they're hiding.

It's been a long day.

See you.

All right.

Thank you, nurse.

His breathing's difficult and his temperature's still up.

has changed Stokes' respiration, I'm afraid.

Just, um... Just make him as comfortable as possible.

Well, surely you can give him something else.

Penicillin won't work on this, I'm afraid.

We dread the rule of Len.

Sometimes only God can make them better.

Please don't let him die.

Thank God.

Dad?

We've stopped talking, have we?

That pretty nurse seems to have patched you up rather well.

So.

How's things?

Matron, no, please wait.

Sister.

I'm sorry.

I

should

never have sent you to that posh public school.

It made you ashamed of me.

Not true.

Ellis' old man makes his cash flow in pickle.

I remember you hardly spoke to me at times I came to visit.

Come on.

You know very well why I found it hard to speak to you. I was unfaithful to

mum. She divorced me.

These things happen.

I was 12 years old when I walked into your office to see you with your

secretary. And I was devastated, you know that.

No, your main concern at the time, I remember, wasn't for me. It was that I

wouldn't tell Mum what I'd seen.

Goodness sake, Ralph, it's years ago.

Haven't I tried to make it up to you since?

Tried to give you everything you need?

Aren't I here for you now?

Yeah, you're here despite my specific request to stay away. Here to meddle in

life again, suffocating me with your ego and your guilt.

I'm here because I'm your father.

And my son needs help. Oh, really? You want to help me? Fine. You want to know

how to do that? Just leave me alone to get on with my life.

Approaching you was clearly a mistake.

It was bound to be strings.

You know what?

I'd actually rather we managed without your money.

All right.

You'll never forgive me, will you?

Just... You look after yourself, Dad.

Yeah?

Well, it's a hard thing to say, but... Picking up a shotgun is the reckless

thing to do.

Even if there was a burglar.

I only took my gun in the morning. I never meant to pull the trigger, never.

Look, you must talk to the police, Len.

Tell them straight.

We'll confirm that Gary told us the same story about the intruder.

I deserve whatever punishment I get.

No sign of Mr. Mavid yet.

He's meant to be here by now.

Call him at the hotel, could you?

Right here.

Heard the good news?

Looks like Pat and Pickle are going to make a big donation.

Really? Saved at the bell.

And out of the blue.

I see. Are you sure?

OK, well, thank you.

He's checked out that he was going straight back home.

Very odd.

We agreed to meet here and complete all the details.

I was very sorry to hear about Gary, Mr. Nedry.

You wish to make a statement, I gather?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

We must go down the station.

We'll be available for interview.

If you need us, sir.

How's it going, Kenny?

It was a bad.

That's healing well, Kenny.

In due course, we'll arrange for you to have a prosthetic foot fitted.

Where will you stay?

I gather you've had a row with your daughter.

I'm not going back to her.

She wouldn't have the dog in the house.

Where is Roy, by the way?

Oh, I couldn't allow him in here.

But don't worry, he's in good hands.

Right, Jack.

Where's the AT and Vicky? They're coming up.

Quiet, Roy.

Oh, they're a good boy.

He's left Elthamby without making further contact.

Well, he seemed pretty definite yesterday. Why would he muck us about?

This was delivered earlier. It's addressed to you.

Good Lord. It's a company cheque from Faggham's Pickle.

Oh, I can't believe it.

It's the whole amount we need.

£20 ,000.

Good gracious.

That's extraordinarily generous. Are there any strings attached?

Just says Packham's Pickle are happy to help her. They wish us well and fully

respect our desire to run the hospital and our lives in the way we choose.

Odd phrasing, isn't it?

Well, I hope they mean it.

Here's to Packham's Pickle, everybody.

Yes, if you want a bit of pickle on, put a bit of Packham's on.

Very good of him.

I think you finally heard me.

Sorry about last night.

Yeah.

I'm sorry too.

Sorry there were things you felt you couldn't tell me.

Not my idea of how to carry on a relationship, I'm afraid.

Carol.