All language subtitles for Frankie s01e01.eng

Is that your birthday list?

Sorry?

Is that your birthday list?

Continence pads and insulin.

I don't half spoil you.

Ian, don't make me late for work.

Baz must've had a good send off -
you stink of beer.

You love it!

Nice one, Baz.

Love, I'm not on till tonight.

Fags. Fags in my sitting room.

Oh, yeah...

Curry on my carpet.
Sweaty plod in my bath.

What the hell did you get up to?

Nothing. Look, I'll clean it up.
All of it.

Yeah, well, I'm bursting
for the loo, you idiot.

If I have an accident
on the way in, you're dead!

We didn't wake you, did we, love?

That was good, eh?

Frankie!

Make sure you know who's
at the door before you open it.

And remember to eat.

Don't go climbing on any chairs.
I'll do the windows tomorrow.

? Roll me over
on my left hand side

? Frankie,
them bullets hurt me so... ?

All clear again, Mr Thomas,
so where's it going to be?

Thigh, tummy, bum?

Like the song says,

? Roll me over
on my left side, Frankie!

? I was your man,
but I done you wrong... ?

Sorry if my hands are cold.

Ooh, it's a funny sort of job.

Well, I'm a funny sort of woman.

Yeah...

Jeanie left me a meat pie.
Fancy a bite?

Steak and kidney for breakfast?
No, thank you.

Breakfast? Why, what time is it?

Oh, the bloody thing's stopped.

No, no, it's half eight.
How long have you been up?

"My day or night myself I make

"whene'er I wake or play,

"and could I always stay awake...
it would always be day!"

Ha-ha!

OK, well, remember to eat
regularly. Little and often, yes?

I know, I know, I know.
No sugar, no booze,

nothing that makes life
worth living.

Just Jean's meat pie, is it?
I'll see you tomorrow. Be good.

Now bloody what?

Hey, look...

It helps to turn it on.

Who made it, then?

What?

What?

The meat pie, what else? That's what
we were talking about, wasn't it?

Oh. Right. I thought
you said Jean made it.

Did she? Ah, that was good of her.

Good morning, what's this -
my friendly early morning call?

I'm here now, Andy.
Walking through the door.

Peel your ears back and
you'll hear my dainty footsteps.

Bye-bye.

Don't get at Paula,
it's not her fault.

We cannae visit her
if we don't even know her name.

She wrote it down.

On a haematology specimen bag!
What use is that?

Then she threw it away!
Don't go on.

You know how rude Dr Evans is,
I get flustered.

What's this?
There you go! Yay!

I told you I didn't chuck it.

And you're not supposed
to staple these things.

Mrs Hales, 27, 36 weeks gone,
raised BP...

I remember, she just moved from an
army place. Her husband's in Iran.

Afghanistan.

Yeah, and her midwife's off sick.

"Well, this isnae Tannochbrae."

There's got to be more than
one midwife in the city.

She said the team's stretched
to breaking point.

Dr Evans cocking up our lives again.
Poor attempt at the accent,

by the way. Hey, I hope you didn't
say we'd take her on? Paula?

You know what she's like.
You can't say anything to her.

She looks down her snotty nose
at you and you just die.

Oaktree Estate.

Which I think you'll find
is in your part of town.

Oh, it just had to be, didn't it?
Yeah, 12 visits today.

12!

One, two, three...

Give us the address.

'Another great Tuesday
morning, only four days

'to the weekend, and we're all
just raring to go, are we not?'

Well, a little late,
a little stressed,

but on the whole, Kenneth, yes!

'And to get us all in the mood...

'to take the world by its scruff...'

Oh, yeah, now you're talking,
my man! The tracks of my youth...

Royal Engineers. Bomb disposal.

Well, IEDs.

Brave man. Army barmy.

Hello! No school today?

I'm poorly.

Every virus going,
Ruby comes down with it.

I really appreciate this, Nurse.

Oh, Frankie. It's not a problem.
It's only taken a few minutes.

Are you going to look after
your mum for me?

We look after each other.

And she's very good - she's, er,
she's too good, sometimes.

Every time I take a nap
she does the same.

Old before her time.

Hello.

Oh, hello... again!

Do you want to come in?

Thank you.

I've got the right flat, haven't I?

Mr Winters? Jack, yeah.

You're Mr Winters's wife!

Yeah. He's, he's in the bedroom,
he's ready.

Oh, thank you.

So, you're caring for your dad and
a sick husband - I didn't realise.

Why would you? Go on in.

Look at the colour of it.
It's lurid pink.

It cannae be natural.

It is. It's healthy. 120 calories.

And most of that is sugar and fat.

And fruit. See? On the lid.
Raspberry.

Oh, look, Cheryl Cole's
got a handbag just like mine.

Obscene, the money people spend
on nonsense like handbags.

Right, problem-solving team.

We've got a woman
who's not young herself,

looking after a terminally ill
husband and a frail and forgetful

father, the other side of town.
How best to help? Who's this?

Jean Winters. Her husband's terminal
CA, and her dad's Walter Thomas.

Old Mr Thomas? He's lovely.

Yes, and demanding and needs care...

So...

I mean, I'll get an assessment,
but that'll take a month,

so, any bright ideas until then?

Howzat!

Oh, no, it's not mine.

I've got a gold padlock
and a zip on both sides.

Well, thanks for listening
and for all your advice!

Don't ask a question for which
there is no known answer.

What, how can we help Jean Winters?

What can we do?
Short of sticking her dad in a home.

They don't want that.
Can they pay for help?

I doubt it. There you go, then.

Hey, have we not got
a GP meeting this afternoon?

Damn. And it had
to be Dr Evans, didn't it?

Come on...

You're such a terrible passenger.

Only when I'm sitting
next to a boy racer.

Don't.

I may be speaking out of turn

but you do know he's organising
another surprise birthday party?

Oh, yeah, every year. Yes,
this'll be the fourth surprise.

So, you're not
going to answer because..?

Because I know why he's ringing.
To say, "Sorry, babe. Honest."

You know, and then he'll make me
laugh, and then I'll find

myself telling him, you know,
don't worry about clearing up, so...

I'm so glad I'm not a woman.
It must be exhausting.

Yeah, but remember, us girlies
can manage two things at once.

Like?

Like being really, really,
pissed off with him,

and really, really, laughing at him
and really, really...

..no, really,
fancying the pants off him.

That's three things. Four.

Yee-ha!

Hurrah! At last.
Let's get started, shall we?

Mr Banswell.

Mm-hm, fine, nicely stable
on the new insulin regime.

Er, Mrs Isadora Harker.

Referred to the community
psychiatric nurse,

but we're carrying on with...
Psych nurse?

How long is that going to take?
Months. If not years.

Er, have you seen Heather Hales?

Yeah, she's fine.
Elevated BP but nothing alarming.

Can we talk about Jack Winters
and Walter Thomas?

Winters. Terminal CA, isn't he?

Yeah, and his wife is nursing him
at home, but I've just discovered

her dad is Walter Thomas
and she's trying to look after both of them - impossible.

Thomas is pernicious anaemia,
isn't he?

And diabetes. Mild dementia.

What's the problem?

Well, his daughter
can't look after both of them.

Well, what can I do about that?

Precious little, and the sooner his
daughter realises that, the better.

I'm sorry. How many times
do I have to apologise?

I've spent the whole day
doing the house -

you haven't even said thank you.
You've just pushed the hoover round.

I bet you've not done the loo
and you've not...

What? I just heard myself. Sorry.

Frustrating day. I shouldn't take it
out on you. I'm used to it.

Am I that bad?

No, you're just...

What?

If you were a pie chart,
work would be 90%,

and I'd be the little, sad crumb
of boring pastry.

No, no, you'd be a big fat
mouthful of stuffed crust

with a hint of smelly old anchovy.

I love you.

When I'm angry?

No. No punch line. I love you.

I'm not getting middle-aged
and crabby, am I?

Oh, my God. I've just realised.
You will be, won't you?

What? You'll be 40 minus four.

Also known as 36.
Yeah, old enough to be a granny!

You keep digging. No,
think about it, how sad is that?

Shagging a middle-aged woman!
Desperate or wh...?

It was a joke, honest...

Fine. It's special duty, traffic
control at Colston Hall tonight.

I'll be back when I'm stood down.
About one.

I'll try not to wake you.
Put your ear plugs in.

And turn that music down!

Make me!

Ian?

You don't miss your pals at school?

She's only just started there,

so she doesn't feel like
she's missing much.

OK. All done. Right, Ruby, next...

Mid stream, if you please.

If I can.

You must get a bit bored
stuck inside all day.

A bit.

Are you still feeling poorly?

Not all the time.

Come here, come on.

So what is it, hmm?
Your tummy, your head, everything?

No.

Just a tingly thing in my fingers
and toes, and then I get woozy.

But then I get a bit sick
to my stomach.

I get the tingle first, then
the wooze and then the sick.

And when does this happen?

If I laugh a lot. Or run.
And when I go upstairs.

And in the shower.

You want to have a go?
OK, bring your hair back.

Frankie Maddox.

Hi, Jean...

Right, OK.

I told you, Dad! I told you
and I told you and I told you!

I want a pie.
You never make me a pie.

I said don't use the oven,
and you had a pie yesterday!

Hi.

You just missed
the bloody fire brigade.

I didn't call them.

No, Dad, your poor neighbours did.
Again.

I was worried about him
taking a chest full of smoke.

I'm all right.
He was coughing and I panicked.

I'll have a listen to his chest.
You will not.

You'll do as you're told, Dad.
Not that you ever do.

He knows not to use that oven!

Oh, that may be my fault.
I turned it on yesterday.

At the wall.

He had a pie.

Yes, and it was already cooked.

Yes, and he put it in the oven.

I thought he wanted it warm.
I just turned it on, Jean.

Oh, great. Thanks. Fabulous!

I leave that up so he can't...

Oh, what's the use?

And it's an oven, Dad,
it's not a washing machine!

OK, why don't
we just have a sit down?

OK? Come on, Mr Thomas...
Come on, come and have a sit down.

I'm 60. I can't spread myself
this thin any longer.

What's all this smoke?

I can't be doing with this carry-on
every bloody day.

Cuppa?

Yeah.

I'm at breaking point.
I can't go on like this much longer.

No one could.

I'm just so tired. Yeah, I can see.

Listen, I'm going to request a case
conference, to get him assessed.

No. Thanks, but no.

Well, it's the only way we're
going to get any help for you.

Maybe a carer once a day, someone
to help him up in the morning

or maybe settle him down at night?

I don't want anyone to...

What, Jean?

I don't want anyone to know
we need help.

Why not?

Because they'll take him away.
They'll put him in a home.

No, they wouldn't. They will.
The social workers and all that lot.

It's what they did with my mum.

Your mum needed full-time nursing.
Your dad's just a bit frail.

I'm not having him... I'm not having
him going in one of them places.

Neither is anybody else.

That's why we've got to get
the assessment done, Jean. OK?

If you don't get any help,
you'll get ill.

Then what will happen to him?
And Jack?

So, please, just,
please, just trust me. OK?

I will get you the help that you
need. By hook or by crook.

Right. What sort of help are we
going to get with these cutbacks?

Pah! I laugh at cutbacks.
I sneer at them.

So, I can start the wheels rolling?

If you're sure they're not
going to drag him away,

kicking and screaming.
I'm sure. I'm positive.

OK... Thanks.

When you've finished gassing,
I've had bugger all to eat all day.

Charming!

He was a lovely dad, you know.

Oh, he still is.

Yeah, yeah. He tries to be.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, I'd best get myself sorted.

I've got another man waiting
for me on the other side of town.

Now you're just boasting!

Bye. Bye-bye.

"You Don't Have To Say
You Love Me" by Dusty Springfield

'Oh, for heaven's sakes,
woman, pull yourself together.

'Cheer up and get a grip.
Move on, move on!'

Oh, Kenneth The Bruce.

It's not often you're wrong
but you're right again.

I am ready for a beer.
Are you coming?

No, got to go home
and face the music.

Happy music or Leonard Cohen?

Probably John Cage.
Three hours of silence.

I locked him out.

When? Last night.

I mean, it was a joke, I didn't mean
to... It's kinda hard to explain.

What did he do? Slept in the car.

It's not that funny. Yeah, it is.

Like the time you threw his car
keys in the river.

I gaily tossed them to him.

If he's got all the catching
skills of a house brick

that's not my fault.
The man is a saint. See ya.

See ya.

Hello, little girl.

Prick!

I really wanted to get
a Doctor Who mask.

In bed with Doctor Who...

Well, I suppose it would
depend on which one.

No, one of the monsters.
The Ancient One.

Yeah?

Cos you and him...

Ah, go on.

Well, you and him...

you'd have a lot in common.

Yes!

All right?

What? Nothing. All right?

Yeah.

Good.

'The Liberal Democrats today
warned more political pain lies ahead

'as the Coalition takes difficult
decisions to secure

'economic recovery.
Amid dire poll ratings,

'the Deputy Prime Minister will
close his party's annual conference

'by insisting that choices made...'

? If I stay there will be trouble

? If I stay
there will be double... ?

'One area where there seems to be
a clear difference...'

? Come o-n-n-n and let me know... ?

Mr Thomas wants to stay where he is.
That's what his family wants too.

But if his daughter's exhausted,

and the neighbours have called the
fire brigade out twice already...

One was just the toaster setting off
the alarm and we've all done that.

They just need a bit of help,
a few hours a day.

You just told me the care agency
couldn't give you any hours.

So, we'll just kick up a stink.
You could request an assessment from occupational therapy.

I could, but there are
more pressing cases,

people with no relatives at all.

Well, there's got to be
something we can do.

Why do you always insist
there is something we can do?

Sometimes there isn't.

Apart from putting
the old guy into a care home.

Then we're back where we started.
He won't go. She doesn't want that.

You do realise, the longer
you indulge this old man,

the more pressure
you put on his daughter?

Well, his wife went into care,
and it wasn't a good experience.

This isn't a good experience.

Sitting in there, listening to
aches and pains and people with bad

back insurance claims all day
isn't a good experience.

Life's full of it.

Hello.

Hello.

Ah, no school again?

She went in, but they called
to say she wasn't feeling well.

Not more wooze, is it?

It's just going on and on this time.

Usually she's poorly for a few days,
but this time...

Ever had a diagnosis?

We've been to three different GPs
and they all say the same.

"It's a virus,"
"It'll go when it goes," etc, etc.

The old virus cop-out, eh?

She's not her usual, happy self,
either.

I am!

OK, um, how about I get you
an appointment with a consultant?

Do you think it's that serious?

Probably not, but it's beginning
to worry you, isn't it?

So may as well find out
once and for all.

Right then, I'm going to order
myself a big fat cream cake

and you are not to tell anyone, OK?

Paediatrics, please.

Hi, could I talk to Mr Lasco?

Frankie Maddox.

Morning, sir.

What the hell do you want?

It's me, Frankie.

Get out of my bloody house!

It's me, Mr Thomas,
the district nurse.

Bugger off, I don't want you here!

Look, I've got to give you your
insulin, OK? Get out! Get out!

Get out!

OK... That'll teach you.

I was in the Army, you know.
OK, OK, I'm going!

I'm not one of your poor old
codgers that you can rob.

HE SOBS

Life's never dull, is it?
Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's all right. It's not your fault.

No, I stopped to talk to Dr Evans,
and I'm later than usual.

Maybe...
Maybe his blood sugar's low?

It's not your fault.
Look, he gets like this.

Oh, Jean. That is awful.

It's only just started.
Well, a few weeks ago.

Well, I wish you'd told us.

I meant to, but he's my dad.
How could I?

He doesn't even know he's doing it.
This can't go on, Jean.

Look, I can manage. No, I'm going
to have to speak to Social Services.

No, that's why I didn't tell you.
I don't want them barging in.

I have no choice!

You know, what if he hits a child,
or somebody hits him back?

He never goes out! He wouldn't get
the chance. Well, that's it.

They'll just lock him up now.

No, it won't come to that.
Look, he hates those places.

It broke his heart when
he couldn't manage my mum anymore

and we'd go to visit her every day,
and it was terrible.

She was never in her own clothes,

they'd say
hers were in the wash or lost...

And she was just so sad,
like all the life went out of her.

She lost loads of weight,
and we knew she wasn't eating

and nobody cared, and he'll go
downhill just like she did.

Butter wouldn't melt.

He nursed my mum for years.

And now,
when he needs looking after...

You're doing a great job,
and he thinks the world of you.

I couldn't bear to see him
go into a home.

Please, don't tell
anybody about this. Please.

OK, but he needs to be assessed.

No, because once they get
their foot in the door...

Please, just... Just leave
things as they are. Please?

What? It's a veg. It's hot.

Stop looking at me like that!

If she'd got into good habits
when she was younger...

Too late now. 36, start
checking for osteoporosis soon.

Chubby people don't usually get it.
Er, hello! What is this?

Good morning?

Great, thanks, why?

I've had a hell of a time.

If I'd known it was all leg ulcers
and ingrown toenails...

Sometimes I wonder why
I didn't go into midwifery.

All those screaming women?
No thanks.

How did you do it?

What?

You know fine well what.
What, this? It's nothing.

So how did you do it? Walked
into a door. No, really, I did.

OK. Which door?

In confidence?

If that's what it takes.

I'm a bit shaken, actually.
I did walk into a door.

But I was sort of knocked into it.
He didn't mean to.

Please, tell me it wasn't Ian.

Ian? Good God, no. Mr Thomas.

If it was Ian he'd be in ITU by now.

Mr Thomas. Yes, he was probably
a bit light-headed, needed insulin,

gets a bit confused.

Whoa, whoa, hang on, what's
all this "in confidence" stuff?

You have filed an incident report?
No, there's no need. It's nothing.

And have you told anyone at all? No!

Franks! You cannae pretend
this hasn't happened.

He's old and confused
and I startled him.

Then make a note of it.
Make sure everyone else knows.

There's no need. He's a big
softie, really. Sit down.

What? Oh, come on,
I'm not concussed.

So something happens tomorrow.
Right?

You're ill, one of the others
goes to visit him...

Talk about overkill.

Don't you think you owe it
to them to warn them?

I won't be ill, I'm never ill.

Or if he hurts someone else
and you've done nothing to stop him?! He won't.

Or hurts himself? Lashes out at
someone not quite as understanding?

I've gone through this
with Jean, OK?

He doesn't go anywhere,
he doesn't see anyone.

This is great!

Everyone else knows where to draw
the line, but Frankie Maddox,

oh, no.

I don't want to make things worse.

You have to protect the team,
Frankie,

and you have to protect yourself.

OK, if it happens again...

Hopeless. Bloody hopeless.

Get him assessed.

It's the least you should do.

Hey, Ruby Red Shoes, I've just made
a very special appointment for you.

Mum's crying.
She's been trying to get you.

Something's gone wrong.
I'm bleeding.

OK. That might be nothing
to worry about. How much?

Um, it looks like a lot.

OK. No big panic, OK?
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

It's going to be all right.

I'm sorry to be a nuisance.

No, you're not. That's why I'm here.

There you go.

Hello, Molly.

I thought you said you didn't know
if it was a boy or a girl.

We don't. The minute
they told me, I just knew.

Don't say a word.

OK?

Hey, Andy. Any problems?

No, none at all. We've split your
calls up between us. How's the mum?

Dying for a cup of tea.

You're driving a patient?

No. Yes. Off duty. Don't go on...

So, I've got Ruby an appointment
with paediatrics tomorrow,

and, do you know,
she waved to the new baby today,

and I think that new baby
might just have waved back!

And how's your head?
Fine, thanks, how's yours?

Ruby? She's asleep.

Ruby...

Ruby...

Ruby... Ruby!

Andy, hold on, don't hang up.

She's not breathing. Oh, my God!

Andy, can you hear this?

Yeah, where are you?
I'll call the paramedics.

We've hit some traffic... Hello?

Frankie, speak to me.

Oh, damn it.

Oh, God! Help us.

Undo the belt.

Is she dead? Oh, God!

Please, no. Please no, no...

Hey there, Ruby Tuesday!
Hey, she's back with us.

Thank God, thank God.

No, no, no, lie still, Ruby,
it's all right, just lie still.

Oh, no, she's gone again -
Ruby, wake up. Ruby, wake up!

'Emergency, which emergency service
do you require?' Ambulance.

'Emergency ambulance,
tell me exactly what happened.'

This is a cardiac arrest call. I'm
Lead District Nurse Frankie Maddox,

I'm on the Colton Dual Carriageway
with an eight-year-old child in cardiac arrest.

Request paramedics or police escort.
Please advise.

'One moment, please.'

I'm a first aider. Can I help?

Chest compressions, I'll do
mouth to mouth. You're on six.

24 more, please.

'This is ambulance despatch, we
have a paramedic on the way to you.

'Which side of the dual
carriageway are you on?'

Eastbound. We're stuck in traffic.

'We're doing everything
we can to get through.'

30 more, please. Nelly The Elephant.

Can you look out for the ambulance
for me, please?

OK, we've got respiration
and heartbeat.

OK. We're going to come in
under our own steam.

'A police car and an ambulance
are on the way.'

Sorry. We can't wait.

OK, sweetheart, we're going to get
you back into the car.

You get in.
One, two, three - help.

Can you clear a lane for me? Cheers.

Come on, pull over. Over here.

Come on, move. Come on - move!

Move over!

Come on, move! In there, in there...

In there. Go. Come on, move!

How far's the hospital?

At this rate, three minutes
off the next roundabout.

Heather! I've got you.

'Hi, you're through to Andy.
Please leave a message.'

Hey, Andy. We made it.

They've got her all wired up...

but they're 90% sure
it's super ventricular tachycardia.

They're going to give her
a pacemaker tomorrow.

I am bloody starving.

Shall we go out for a steak?

All right. 'Fess up. What you done?

What? You never cook.

Oh, I do so.

No, not dinner, dinner. Pasta and
crap, but not, not proper dinner.

Well, maybe I've turned over
a new leaf.

No, seriously, Franks,
what you done?

Well, it's my birthday tomorrow.

And I know you'll have arranged
a lovely surprise for me.

Who told you?

I don't know what the surprise is,

but... there's always
a surprise... usually a party.

Bit predictable, eh?
No, nothing wrong with that.

I just want to make a fuss of you,
before you make a fuss of me...

because I love you.

Ah, babe.

"Frankie, you are the wind
beneath my wings.

"You make everything possible
and even the grey days bright.

"Now get up and
get rid of that curry stain.

"All my love,
for ever and a day, Ian."

I don't think you should tell me off
in front of everyone, Mary.

I'm not telling you off, I'm trying
to explain to you why it matters.

I thought there was a system
for official warnings and things.

Get over yourselves, girls.
Who's on about any sort of warning?

I thought you'd all be out
on the road by now.

We've got to make home visits to
five clinic patients from yesterday.

She forgot to take
the specimens to the labs.

Why did you say "forgot" like that?
Like "forgot"?

Oh, happy birthday, chick.

Happy birthday. Yeah,
happy birthday, Frankie. Thank you.

Here you go, here's a big
silly card and a pressie.

Oh, thank you.
Can I save it for tonight? Yeah.

Thank you.

Where could they be?

Are you still here?

No, I'm on the by-pass, getting
a speeding ticket. I've lost them.

How could I lose them?

If it's the mileage claims,
they're all done.

What? Entered and everything?

Mm-hm.

Timesheets and monthly reports too,

while you were being heroic
on the by-pass.

I love you, Nurse Peat. I know.

So are you going to manage
to have a couple of hours off

and enjoy your birthday?

Oh, yeah, later.
I said I'd call in on Heather.

Take her a nightie and stuff.

And they're starting Mr Thomas's
assessment today, so...

Miracles and wonders!

What? I do listen to you
sometimes, you know.

So you filled in
an incident report form?

No need. It was an accident.
No, it wasn't. Shut up.

You want them to assess him
with half the information!

I refer the honourable member
to my earlier response.

Could you, er,
could you call the Army?

Aye. I'll ring Whitehall right away.
It's one-two one-two, isn't it?

He's in Afghanistan, Stephen Hales.
How hard can it be?

Do you even know
which regiment he's in?

Yes. He disarms bombs and IEDs.

But you, you, don't go
putting yourself out for him!

They're going on half-hour
BP checks. That's good.

Yeah, thanks for telling them.

And Ruby will soon be
a bionic super-woman.

Right, from now on I don't want you
to budge from this bed. And Ruby?

You can take it in turns.

They won't mind? Are you kidding?
Two people in one bed?

If the bosses find out, it'll be an
NHS directive this time next week.

Are you sure you can give us
all this time?

Mm-hm. Positive.

And, er, it might make up
a tiddly bit for being

so slow to get Ruby to a consultant.

Like I said,
she wasn't your patient.

The world is my patient.

Come on, Ruby - you're on!

She'll be out before you know it.
Here you go.

You can relax now.
She's on the mend.

Go on. Go home. We're fine. OK.

You've got my number?

Yeah. Go on. It's all done.

I'll pop back in the morning.

We'll be home by then.
Good night, goodbye, and thank you.

Hi Andy, she's back in the ward
and looking good.

What a relief!

'Where have you been, Franks?
We've been trying to get you.'

Had my phone off, didn't I?

'We've had a call from
Mr Thomas's daughter.

'She's in a real state, Frankie.
They started the assessment.'

What, already? That's annoying,
I promised that I'd...

'..Be there. Yes. Jean said.

'Just get a move on.
The old guy's kicking off.' OK.

Stop them - don't let them.

What are you doing?
Please keep calm.

They're locking him up.

We're taking him into care under
Section 4 of the Mental Health Act.

Don't make it any harder. Where
are you taking him? St Joseph's.

You promised me
this wouldn't happen.

He's very disoriented.
He didn't know his daughter.

He picked a knife up and threatened
us. Yes, but he was confused!

He didn't mean it. Very confused,
yes. We can't leave him here.

OK, look,
this is just an emergency,

not the full 28 days -

just let him go for now
and we'll sort it out, OK?

Why are they taking me away?

I'm sorry, Mr Thomas. We can't
leave you in the house alone.

But Jeanie's here. My Jeanie.

Aren't you, lovely? Tell them.

Jean's got to go home.

Liar! She wouldn't leave me
all alone.

Well, her husband needs her.

I need her. Stuff him.
He can make his own tea.

Jeanie! I don't want to go!

Let him get settled in.

Seeing you like this is only
going to upset him.

Oh, God...

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.

This is the only thing we can do.

Stop them. You promised...

You cow.

You right royal cow.

That is the last message
I run for you.

You look... sweet.

Wolf whistled, from one end
of the town to the other.

No more than a sex object.

On my way, sweet thing.

Get ready to be completely
knocked out by my fabulousness.

If I'm late, it'll be
because my taxi driver's

ploughed into a shop front,
dazzled by all my bling...

I love you.

Hi...

I'm sorry. I didn't know
who else to call, um...

Here we go... I knew it.

How often?

Every seven minutes.

I'm not leaving Ruby.
She's well away. No, she'll wake up.

Heather, you need to be
in maternity.

They're waiting for us.
Look at you. Been Gok Wanned!

Oh, wow.

'You really have tracked him down?'

Yeah, he's already on his way home.

Soon as they heard
there was a concern about her BP.

That's great. But where is he now?

Somewhere between Afghanistan
and Brize Norton and here.

Not good enough. Does he know
about Ruby's pacemaker?

'No, how could he?'

Do they not have phones?

He's been on an Army transport
plane. She's been in hospital.

'Well, I'm not leaving
until Stephen gets here.'

I don't know what you want me
to do about it.

See if there's any way
you can speed things up, you know -

get someone to meet him
when he lands. I don't know!

The plan is he'll get a train.

That means he could be here by
the morning. This is my fault.

'I mean it,
I'm not leaving her alone.'

Going to give it a rest
with the guilt thing?

It's getting a wee bit wearing.

I've done my best,
and so have you, all right?

Good, good.
You're doing really well.

The baby's head is well down now,
but we really need to examine you.

Come on, we need to get you
to the delivery room. Ruby?

Fast asleep. Come on...

We'll tell you the minute
Ruby wakes up.

Oh, God, it's strong...
Oh, God. Oh, I need Stephen.

I need Stephen. Oh...

That's it.

Well, how long? An hour?

Two, tops.

But it's 8.30 now.

Place doesn't close till one,
does it? Yeah, but...

I know... but just a bit longer.
"Just a bit."

Her husband will be here
any minute now, probably.

And Ian... 'What?'

'It will be worth the wait,
I promise.'

Off, please.

Yes, sorry.

That's a contraction,
come on, that's it, good girl.

Good, right,
now I'm going to give you this.

Now you grab hold of this.
Come on, now, that's it,

come on, grip on and do some
breathing with me... come on.

You're doing really well.

You're doing it, that's it.

That's it, let it out, let it out.

Stephen!

'Message number, I dunno, 47? 53?

'Anyway, it's me...'

Er, I've got this ring here.

Diamond.

And that's what tonight
was all about.

Stupid me, eh?

You don't care about anyone
or anything, but you,

and your wonderful job.

You know what?

I wouldn't bloody marry you

if you were the last bloody
woman in the world.

Well done! You fabulous woman.

Congratulations, Mum,
you have a little girl.

She's gorgeous.

Hello, darling. Oh, look at you.

Oh, darling.

And that's from your daddy.

Your lovely daddy.

Afghanistan.

He wanted to be here,

he so wanted to be here...

Oh, I'm sorry, Frankie.

No, you go ahead.
Cry and blow, cry and blow.

Find a rhythm.

It's a girl. Oh, God. Oh, God.

How was your birthday, then?

Wonderful.

Sorry you got stuck working.

It was fabulous. Amazing

and perfect.
Is that vomit down your dress?

Is this the best job
in the world, or what?

Thumped one day, puked on the next?

Do you think they might
name the baby after me?

Why would they do that?
Well, why not?

You're drunk on emotion.
Have you spoken to Ian?

Not for a bit.
Is he a bit pissed off?

Make the call. He is, isn't he?

And here's me practising
how to say "Yes, please" all week.

What?

He was going to propose.
I found the ring.

Oh, bloody hell. No, seriously,
Franks, make the call.

Nah, better face to face.

He'll shout a bit
and then he'll see the funny side.

It'll be fine.

I know you're upset...

I know you're disappointed,
and I'm really sorry.

I mean, I'm really, really, really,
sorry. I can't say it enough.

But it's like you said, isn't it?

We understand each other's work.
Don't we?

Ian?

Are you there?

Ian?

You, er... You haven't listened
to your messages yet?

What? No. It's all been mad
and a bit...

..bloody marvellous this end.

Why?

'Ian? Sweetheart? Ian?'

Where the hell have you been?

Didn't see how slaughtered
she got on your birthday, did you?

Every cloud...
She was wasted, oh, yeah!

Shut your mouth, Karen.
I need to tell you something.

Hey, hey, hey. You're going to get
flattened. Who's the woman?

No-one you know.

What's happened? I'll be fine.
I'm feeling better.

Can you make him understand
he needs to be in cardiac care?

If she'd gone into a hospice
a week ago,

maybe he wouldn't have had
a heart attack.

And don't think
this is the end of it.

If the CPS are not prosecuting,
the primary cause of death...

Don't think
it's the end of it for you.

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