All language subtitles for Doc Martin s02e02 Inco.eng

Downloaded From www.AllSubs.org

www . OpenSubtitles . org

(Seagulls cry)

(Whispers) Are you a good boy? Hey?

I know for a fact he's busy all morning.

- But if you let me look in the diary...
- Can't he spare five minutes?

If you could come back
at the end of the day...

- (Patient) I can't.
- What's this?

- Doctor, sorry to bother you...
- I was telling Mrs Richards...

...my boy hasn't been right...
...she needs an appointment...

Shut up.

Thank you. You're Mrs Richards?

- I saw your son last week. Gavin.
- Bobby.

Has he got something else
lodged up his nostril?

He's got blisters. His
hands, his mouth. Bobby!

- (Dog barks)
- Get out!

Not you, the dog. Come through.

- (Dog barks)
- (He growls)

Shut the door. Come
on. Go through. Go on.

It's a skin infection.
Highly contagious. Impetigo.

I'll prescribe some antibiotic
cream. Wash his face four times a day,

and then apply the
cream to the blisters.

- Have to stay home a couple of days.
- A couple of days?!

That's what I said.
No contact with others.

No sharing of toys
or towels or clothing.

And you mustn't scratch at
all. Cut his fingernails.

- I can't keep him home. I've gotta work.
- Get your husband to help.

If I mention impetigo, he'll ditch
his girlfriend, drive from Glasgow

and give our marriage one more try.

Good.

(School bell rings)

(Children chatter)

- You're gonna be the new head-teacher?
- It's not for me to say, Peter.

Will you do something
about the IT department?

- What IT department?
- Exactly.

(Louisa) OK, everybody.

Take that to Mrs Tishell. She'll give
you the tablets. One in the morning,

and one...

one in the evening before going to bed.

Or you can just die.
Your decision. Who's next?

Cameron Paris.

- (Shouts) Cameron Paris!
- He's not deaf.

He is, actually.

Er, right. Through you go.

Can you get this dog out of here?

Now.

(Children chatter)

Heard anything?

As of 6pm last night, which was
the cut-off point for applications,

it's between you and
two external candidates.

- Have I got a chance?
- I'd say the odds are pretty good.

About three to one.

(Man) Oi, oi, oi. Carry on, Matthew.

He woke up this morning
and he was stone deaf.

Hmm. I'm just going
to talk to your mother.

Sorry?

There's a build-up of
fluid in his auditory canal.

- It's bad news, I'm afraid.
- Good God.

I'm sorry to tell you, but it's only a
matter of time before his head explodes.

What?!

Back to school, I think.

Cameron, you are in big trouble!

Sorry, Doc, he's always
trying for time off.

You won't tell his teacher
about this? I mean...

I know you probably
have to in your position.

- My position being?
- You're one of the governors.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Since when?

I don't know. But there
is a meeting in your diary.

Look. Friday. 12.30. School governors.

(Children shout and chatter)

(Dr Ellingham) Mr Sands.

Can you tell me why anybody would
think I was a governor of this school?

Oh, Dr Sim was a community
governor before you.

Dr Blake before him.

- And?
- And you said you'd be happy to help.

- When did I say this?
- In the letter you sent.

- What letter?
- I'll show you. I've got it in my office.

- Did I sign this letter?
- Yes. At least it was signed on your behalf.

- By my receptionist?
- Elaine, yes.

Who is an imbecile, which I would
suggest renders your letter null and void.

Ooh! Oh. Are you all
right? Are you OK, Martin?

Yes, fine. Never better. Thank you.

If you can't make the meeting, we'll
have to reschedule the interviews.

- What?
- Martin doesn't want to be a governor.

- But I... l'm... l'm all geared up for Friday.
- I don't understand.

Louisa's one of the
candidates for the headship.

We hoped the Board could
appoint someone this week.

Martin, we need to get
on with this. Please.

- All right, I'll be there.
- Thank you.

Don't expect any favours, though.

Of course not.

Right.

- Tom, Connor, Amelio. Chess Club?
- Yes, Miss.

- Hi, Mum.
- All right, love?

- How was your day?
- Boring. It's always boring.

You've got some post.

Oh, if it's junk, tear it up.

Uh-oh. Final reminder.

We haven't paid the electric bill.

Oh, God. (Breathes raggedly)

It's OK. I'm sure they won't cut us off.

I'll go and get your inhaler.

- Thanks, love.
- Are you open yet? We're starving.

We'd like two cod and chips,
two chicken and ham pies...

- (Screams)
- Quick!

- Mum!
- I know, I know!

Whoa. Don't touch it. It's OK,
love. It's all right, it's fine.

Best get the doc on this
one, I think. OK, OK.

Breathe now. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

- Doc.
- Al.

- Right, Bert. Give me some space.
- Oh, sorry. Yeah, OK, Doc.

All right, Mrs Cronk. Breathe slowly.

- I just need a moment.
- Yeah, try not to speak.

Do you have any cling film?
Got to keep the air from it.

- It's a nasty burn that.
- Nasty.

Gonna call an ambulance.

- I can't leave the shop.
- Shush.

This is Dr Ellingham. I need an ambulance
for the fish and chip shop on Rose Street.

A patient with an acute asthma attack
and severe burns to an arm and hand.

No, that's not quick enough.

Oh, you work it out.
Ambulance is on its way.

(Mrs Cronk) Don't make me go.

Mum, you have to go.

We need the money. I can't go.

- We could run the place for you.
- (She gulps)

- I've experience in catering.
- We're plumbers.

I know. We could keep the place ticking
over for you until you're better. OK?

What's that? Oh, no. You're
very welcome, love. No, really.

(Whispers) lt'll be fine.

They're keeping her in for a couple of
days. They've put her on a nebulizer.

For the burn, she's on
morphine. Where have you been?

Talking to her doctor, but
clearly I needn't have bothered.

- Mum's worried about where I'll sleep.
- What's wrong with your house?

Nothing, except that I'll be all by myself,
which I'm guessing is against the law,

so I'll have to stay with an adult.

Er, no. Out of the
question. Not with me, no.

- Why?
- Because, erm, it's not possible, obviously.

(Doorbell rings)

Oh, Peter, I heard about
your mum. I'm so sorry.

- Peter was hoping he could stay with you.
- No, I wasn't.

Well, erm... I don't know.

Well, as I've just explained to
Peter, er, you are a... a woman.

Oh, glad you noticed.

Yeah, years of medical training.
So, that's all settled, then?

- Please. I'll be quiet.
- Shh.

Well, I'd love to but I'm not
sure, Martin. It's not a great time.

I've got a lot on, Peter.
It's my interview on Friday.

I'm sure you'll work it out. Goodnight.

But, erm...

Right. OK, then, Peter. D'you
wanna come in? Nice to see you.

- Can I watch TV?
- No. I told you. It's nearly bedtime.

- It's nearly 9pm. It's not the same thing.
- Peter, please, I need to concentrate.

Just... just... sit quietly.

What you reading?

Stuff.

- What stuff?
- Boring stuff, but stuff I need to know.

Now, for the last time, will you shush.

- I'm bored.
- That is not my fault. I didn't ask you here.

I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean that.

- You're not like this in school.
- What am I like, then?

Kinder.

Peter, in school you
have my full attention.

And out of school, I have other things.

See, people have other
things on their minds.

OK, I'll go then.

Thanks, Peter. Hey, and don't
forget to brush your teeth.

- 'Night.
- 'Night.

(Knock on door)

- Who is it?
- (Knock on door)

- Peter.
- Miss Glasson had things on her mind.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

(Dr Ellingham) Have you lost something?

What are you talking about?

- Peter Cronk.
- Sorry?

What?!

He says you threw him out.

Well... the little... From
the room, not the house.

Look, I needed a bit
of quiet, that's all.

I told you I'd got a
lot of reading to do.

Well, finish your reading
and come and get him.

You couldn't let him
stay there with you?

No, I'm sorry. I'm, erm...
l'm simply not equipped.

Peter?

Peter! Oh, God, he...
he's fallen asleep now.

Well, in that case we'd better
not disturb him, then. Goodnight.

(Sighs)

You don't have to walk me to school.

You're my responsibility until
I deliver you to Miss Glasson,

at which point you become
her responsibility, finally.

- Can I have some crisps?
- No.

- I'm hungry.
- You should have eaten more breakfast.

- I'll check on your mother today.
- Could I come with you?

No. Miss Glasson can
take you to the hospital.

- You'll stay with her from now on.
- I don't want to.

I don't care.

(People chatter indistinctly)

- Mrs Richards?
- Oh, Doctor, hello.

- Did you bring your son to school?
- Yeah.

Did his highly contagious
impetigo clear up?

- Miss Glasson said I should bring him.
- If she said, then it's OK (!)

- Feel free to infect the entire school.
- But Miss...

Thank you. Well done.

(Boys shouting)

(Miss Glasson) Stop it! Stop it!

Oi! Oi!

You two, get off! Get off.

Everyone inside now.

What d'you think you're doing, Bobby?

- He called me spotty.
- I did not. Spotty, spotty.

Just stop it.

Louisa. Can I have a word?

You two, wait inside.

Could you call me Miss
Glasson in front of the kids?

I gave clear instructions that the
impetigo case should stay at home.

Bobby Richards, the impetigo
case, his mother works.

For a lot of people, work
is an economic necessity.

This is a medical necessity. Unless
isolated, the disease spreads.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, Doctor.

So you'll send the boy home?

I will deal with the
situation straight away.

Thank you.

- Oh, Peter.
- What?

- Look, I am sorry about last night.
- Yeah, whatever.

Oh, Peter... It's not like
you're completely innocent.

You can't to walk out in the middle
of the night without talking to anyone.

Hmm? Hey, Petey?

- Call me Peter in front of the kids.
- Come on.

Oi, inside.

(Siren wails)

Hi there, Doc. All right? Got a minute?

Er, no.

Yeah, I've just got some questions.
Bit delicate. Bit personal.

- D.O. B?
- What?

- Date of birth.
- What for?

I have to check to see
if you've got a record.

Well, I haven't got a record.

I know. I have to go through the motions.
If you're looking after a young boy,

- I have to be sure you're a fit guardian.
- I'm not looking after anybody.

Have you ever been arrested
for a sexual offence?

- Absolutely not.
- Bet he has. Pervert.

You can tell by the look on his face.

I am not looking after Peter Cronk.

That's not what Peter says. Found
him on his own, up on the top road,

waiting for a bus to see his mum.

- You can take him.
- No.

You're so concerned about
him you look after him.

- I'm on duty.
- So am I.

But are you likely to get called
away to deal with an armed robbery?

No. Are you?

Come on, Doc, the lad needs you.

Oh, good, you're still here.
Can you look at Cameron's hand?

Well, congratulations. Impetigo.

Erm, er, follow me. I'll
write you a prescription.

Doc says he'd love to take you to Truro.

Thanks.

How can I teach you the secrets of
fine cuisine when you're over there?

Plumbing's what we know. We're
gonna make it worse for the woman.

I got my merit badge in food
preparation before you were born.

You haven't even put
the oil on to heat yet.

- What?
- Oil.

I'll turn it on when there's a customer.

You've seen their electricity
bill. It's a whopper.

- That oil is gonna take an hour to heat up.
- I know.

We're not gonna make money and we're
meant to start on Mr Baskin's cesspit.

When I say I do something, so be it.

But how is it helping if you
run her business into the ground?

- Well, where are you going?
- You stick to your gourmet cuisine,

and I'll stick to the plumbing.

Don't mind him, he's a teenager.

Dad, I'm twenty-five.
Twenty-five.

- How's Mum?
- Yeah, we're just gonna see her.

- Well, send our love. Hello, Doc.
- Bert.

Can I try some fish? Just checking.

Mum would want to know.

Fish?

- So, Bert and Al are doing a good job?
- Definitely.

- Will you thank 'em?
- Of course.

You'll be lucky if you
get the chance to thank Al.

- What?
- It's nothing, Mum. Nice flowers.

It'll be a while before Bert
and Al work together again.

Bert's on his own?

- He'll burn my shop down.
- No, he won't. Will he, Doc?

No, course he won't. Can't
even turn the fryers on.

He's, he's selling... uncooked
fish? (Breathes raggedly)

- Mum? Mum?
- I'll get the nurse.

- Why did you say that?
- I was just trying to put her at ease.

Maybe next time you could put
her in a coma or something.

Can I get a video?

Why don't you read a book?

When I was a child I
didn't watch videos.

- Had they invented TV then?
- Oh, very funny.

I'll get an educational one.

Wash your hands after touching that.

Isn't it good to build
up your immune system?

Just... (Sighs)

(Bird calls on TV)

(Elephants trumpeting on TV)

- Hi.
- Er, come in.

Um, I just wondered
how... how Mrs Cronk is?

Ah. Progressing.

Er, Martin, I understand
about patient confidentiality,

but a bit more than
"progressing", please.

Right, yes, she should be
home in a couple of days.

Her asthma's under
control. More or less.

I'm gonna refer her to a
respiratory physiotherapist.

- Oh, right. That's good.
- Yeah.

- And, um, thanks for looking after Peter.
- Ah, yeah. Well.

It's funny the way he looks up to you.

Yeah, it's probably 'cause I
don't have a criminal record.

Yeah. I'll... l'll just
say hello before I go.

- Hi, there.
- Hi.

What are you watching?
Martin? Turn it off.

They're just about to eat the
virgin's eyeballs, and then...

Off. Now.

- Martin.
- You said it was educational.

Yes. And he's just said the
words "virgin's eyeballs".

Is that bad?

(He hums)

- Dad?
- Oh. Hello, son.

- Bit quiet?
- I've been run off my feet.

I don't know how Mrs Cronk does it. Another
night like this, I'll need a bigger till.

- You'll have change for a fifty, then.
- Oh, right.

- Got a bloke waiting. Finished his boiler.
- Good.

- Change?
- Sorry, yes.

(Till beeps)

- Sorry, gets stuck sometimes.
- (Till beeps)

- Nope, sorry.
- Let me.

Oh, I'm telling you, it's broke.

You been robbed?

Wednesday's a bad night for fish.

Why don't you try Mrs
Richards down the pub?

She'll sort you out.

You see, ten year-olds don't
always know what's best for them.

I did.

Yes. But, um...

You're a bit different
from the rest of us.

I'm not saying there's anything wrong
with that. I quite like the way you are.

Do you?

Yes. And... and about this morning,
you know, I do listen to what you say.

There's nothing more important
to me than the kids' welfare,

and there's no way I'd do anything
to put their health at risk.

- Why are you being like this?
- What?

Like this. It's nothing
to do with Friday, is it?

- Friday?
- Your interview.

You will have my full support

but only if you're the
best candidate for the job.

- Why do you always do this?
- What?

(Whispers) Doc?

- (Whispers) Doc?
- (Shouts) What?!

It's nothing. It doesn't matter.

Come here. Peter.

- What is it?
- I'm all itchy.

Let me see.

It's what Bobby's got, isn't it?

(Woman) It hasn't been long,
but they're worse, aren't they?

I did everything you told me to.

You've been applying the
cream four times a day?

Twice yesterday, and Miss Glasson
took care of it during school.

What? He's still going to school?

Yeah. Miss Glasson said.

Right. Miss Glasson
said. Did she? Look up.

Yeah, impetigo.

Has Lucy been in contact with
Gavin Richards or Cameron Paris?

Of course she has.
Portwenn has one doctor

and 966 people who know better.

Ugh, sick.

- That's rank.
- Oh, God, I hate them.

Louisa.

You can't stay away from me.

You allowed infected
children into school.

As a consequence, three
more pupils have impetigo.

- You ignore my advice?
- Martin, please...

What would happen if everyone in
Portwenn ignored medical advice?

Disease would rampage. Bodies will
pile up in the streets awaiting burial.

Rats scrabbling through cottages.

- I think you should listen...
- In years to come, when archaeologists

unearth the ruins of
Portwenn, someone will ask:

"How did this unspeakable
disaster occur?"

How? Because Miss Glasson said.

I arranged for the sick kids to
be taught in separate classrooms.

Well away from everyone else.
No one has swapped books,

shared towels or done anything
they're not supposed to.

It's not working because there
are three more cases of impetigo.

That is not my fault! Or the fault
of this school. Is that clear?

Very clear.

Pauline.

Peter, what are you
doing? You are contagious.

I've told you, get in the kitchen.

Mum called. She's coming
home this afternoon.

- Wait a minute.
- (Pauline yelps)

Write down everyone you've been in
contact with in the last 48 hours.

All your friends.

- I'm like you. Don't have any friends.
- (Door opens)

Oh, now why am I not
surprised to see you?

- He's no better. If anything, he's worse.
- All right, go through.

We've been applying the
ointment. We need some more.

- But the cream hasn't worked.
- Is it the wrong cream?

- It's more likely to be the wrong infection.
- You made a mistake?

It was a pertectly
reasonable hypothesis.

If it's not impetigo, what is it?

We'll find out when we get the
results. I'll give you a call. Please.

Can you get this to the path
lab for analysis? A.s.a.p.

- A.s.a.p.
- Yes. Er, thank you.

Why are you sending it off for analysis?

Ah, because there's a vague
chance that it's not impetigo.

- Is it bad?
- It's nothing to worry about.

Give me that magazine and pen, please.

Thanks, now get back in the kitchen.

And don't touch that.

- Right, Richard. Enjoy.
- Thanks.

Ooh, ta. Ho, I'm gonna need
some more fish at this rate.

- Yes, love?
- Cod and chips.

- All right, Dad?
- Hello.

You do this all by yourself, did you?

- Can you see anybody else helping me?
- No.

Who taught you how to
cook overnight, then?

Well, I taught myself,
didn't I? Trial and error.

The secret of successful fish batter

is no different than the
secret of a successful life.

It's all in the wrist. Ta. Thank you.

Mmm.

- Right.
- Chips, please.

Coming up.

- Mum.
- Hello, love.

(Mrs Cronk) Oooh.

Oh, what's that?

- Doesn't matter.
- Well, what is it? Tell me.

It's a mystery skin disease.

We're waiting for the results.

- Well, how did you get it?
- Quite easily. All his friends have it.

It doesn't matter. Look
at all those customers.

- There we are. Go light on the chips.
- Thank you, Bert.

Oh, here she is. Welcome home.

- (Customers clap)
- Thank you.

I can't serve them quick
enough. Would you like something?

No, thanks, Bert. I came
to say hello and thank you.

You're very welcome. Do
you want me to carry on?

No. No, I think I can take
over from now, Bert, thanks.

No you don't, Mrs Cronk. Not with
that hand. Not for at least a week.

Oh.

I suppose it'll be all right.

- I can help.
- Don't take this personally,

but with a face like that, I think
you'd best leave it to me. Right?

- Bye, Doc.
- (Bert) Doreen, you ain't paid yet.

What are you doing?

What do you mean, what am I doing?

You're selling the pub's
fish and chips, aren't you?

Look, son. I'm just a good Samaritan
doing my best for a neighbour.

Now she fell in the
gutter... or the batter.

I could have walked on by, but
I chose to cross the street,

give her a helping hand,
give her a few shekels.

And cost her some as well. Look. Pub
isn't gonna give you this lot for free.

Well, their charges are
a bit more than Mrs C's.

Actually, quite a lot more. We'll have
to advise Mrs C her prices are a bit low.

You mean you're paying more
than what you're getting?

What are you gonna tell her?

"Welcome back. Here's your
bill from the Crab and Lobster"?

If you don't mind, my
food's getting a bit cold.

Yes, now that is a
very, very good question.

Enjoyment. Enjoyment is the
birthright of every child.

And teaching should give children
the life chances that they deserve.

Setting standards, aiming
high, this kind of thing.

Blah, blah, blah. Yeah.

(Phone rings)

- Ellingham.
- Brian Deal.

I've got the results from the
swab you sent me. Very interesting.

- Why interesting?
- Seems it's not impetigo after all.

You're dealing with a highly resistant staph
- erysipelothrix rhusiopathiae.

That's a zoonosis, isn't it?

It is indeed, very rare. I told
you it was very interesting.

This staph can only be
passed through animals.

I've not seen a bug as
interesting as this since...

- (Phone beeps)
- What's a zoonosis?

What... what are you doing?!

Don't listen to people's private
phone calls. And why are you here?

Looking for my exercise book.

You know I'll just look it up
anyway, so you might as well tell me.

Er, zoonosis is a disease
passed from animals to humans.

- Like bird flu?
- Yeah.

- So, are we gonna die?
- Not soon enough for my liking.

You've probably got time
to get home, if you run.

(Dog snuffling)

Right.

Get PC Mylow. Tell him there's
a dangerous dog on the loose.

I want it caught and put to sleep.

- Put to sleep?
- Destroyed, Pauline.

Killed. Sent to that big
doggy basket in the sky.

- (Knock at door)
- All right, Doc?

- Fine.
- Yeah, I've, er, I've spoken to the vet.

The dog can be treated.

That's not enough. I want him dead.

- The vet?
- Ha, ha.

No, I've checked. This
isn't a notifiable disease.

- You don't have the power.
- It's a dangerous dog.

- But has he hurt anyone?
- Yes.

Not by attacking them. He
didn't bite the children.

So we can't go by the
Dangerous Dog Act of 1991.

He doesn't deserve the death sentence,
even if you could give him one.

Those children have an extremely
unpleasant skin condition.

Not as bad as having your ears
chewed off or your throat torn open.

That'd be nasty.

Why doesn't anyone in
this village do as I say?

- Mark.
- What?

Put that down.

I have work to do even if you don't.

OK. Well, I'll just finish this and
I'll be off. But that's the law, Doc.

Ooh, you looking up rude words?

Trying to find
erysipelothrix rhusiopathiae.

Not until you're married.

Don't forget, you've got
the school thing today.

If Louisa Glasson gets it,
there's a party later at the Crab.

- What happens if not?
- No one will talk to you.

- I could live with that.
- Mind you, they won't talk to you anyway.

- Not if you kill the dog.
- I don't need it killed, just treated

and removed from the village.
Why are you still here?

I've got a flesh-eating bug. Cool.

It's a micro-organism transferred
from animals to humans,

most commonly children because
they're disgusting. Now, please, leave.

(Children screaming)

Now, quiet, you lot!

Peter, what do you think
you're doing in here?

Now everyone just calm down.

Now quiet or it's detention.

Peter, what's going on? You know
you're supposed to be in room three.

I've got a flesh-eating bug!

- No, you haven't.
- Yes, I have.

It's called erysipelothrix
rhusiopathiae.

- Doc Martin said.
- (Children scream)

Can we all just calm down?

Peter, you get out! You get out!

(Mr Sands) You all know Doctor Ellingham.
This is Mel Collins, our LEA governor,

a parent governor, Stu MacKensie,

and Tim Barton, the
other community governor.

- It was just a mole.
- I beg your pardon?

That spot I was worried about.
You said I was being stupid.

I was right, then.

Yeah, er, shall we?

What's going on with
this impetigo business?

- It's not impetigo. It's a zoonosis.
- Sounds nasty.

I'll give the children
penicillin while I'm here.

Surely they're off
school, the infected kids?

Miss Glasson felt, or, er, it was
felt they'd be better off at school.

- That doesn't sound wise. Miss who?
- (Children screaming)

Once more and I'll throttle you
and feed your body to the seagulls.

Now stay out!

Miss Glasson.

One of our candidates.

Er, hello, um...

If you were gonna improve the
school's equal opportunities policy,

where would you start?

More to the point,
how long would it take?

Goes without saying.

We have a duty to provide for all
children, regardless of gender,

race, ethnicity,
religion, colour, creed,

sexual orientation, disability...

If it goes without saying,
why are you saying it?

So, um, we need to
understand how progress in...

in one subject can feed
through to progress in others.

And we need to look for ways to make
good teaching and learning cross over

from one part of the curriculum to...

to other parts of the curriculum,
if you see what I mean.

What would you say were your strengths?

This is silly because,
as you would imagine,

I've prepared an answer to that,
but in the heat of the moment...

How about an answer
you haven't prepared?

Um...

I think I'm good at listening.

Oh, is that something a
headteacher should be able to do?

Absolutely. Yes. Because I it means
you're still prepared to learn,

and how can you encourage others to
learn if you refuse to learn yourself?

So, if a doctor gave you medical
advice, you wouldn't ignore him?

- No.
- (Mr Mackenzie) I gather from the doctor,

he said the infected kids
shouldn't come to school,

to prevent the spread of this
impetigo or zoonosis, whatever it is.

It's a staphylococcus. As I
said, now that I know what it is,

I can treat it with the
penicillin I've brought.

Allowing the children to come to
school could have put the kids at risk.

How can you justify your
refusal to take his advice?

Right. Look, some parents have to work.

They can't keep their kids
home without paying someone.

They can't pay anyone if
they've not enough themselves.

Now, unlike some people, I understand
the reality of life in this village.

I know which parents need
help, and what sort of help,

and I know how to give it. I wouldn't
put any child at risk of infection.

With respect, you did. You
encouraged the kids to come to school.

You brought them together.

No. We took special precautions.

We hired an extra classroom assistant.

Every infected child was segregated.

They were taught away from the others.
They were given separate playtimes.

As I told Doctor Ellingham, there was
no sharing of books, pens, nothing.

We provided a service to the kids,
to the parents, and the community.

And we followed medical
advice to the letter.

Thank you, Peter.

Ah, Miss Glasson.

Come in, please.

- I have to see to the children.
- Whether I've got this job or not,

I will never forgive
you for stitching me up.

- I didn't.
- Then who told them?

I'd be entitled to tell them
that if I did tell them...

Because you never listen.
Why don't you listen?

Now Peter tells me that the skin
infection came from your bloody dog.

- Miss Glasson?
- Yes, coming.

It's not my dog.

Next.

Can't I have a flesh-eating
bug one more day?

No. Bend over.

- There. D'you feel that?
- Wow, I didn't feel a thing.

- I haven't done anything yet.
- Ow.

There you go.

Right, that's all of you. Off you go.

Congratulations.

I thought I was the last person
you'd want running the school.

No, you were the most
suitable candidate, by far.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry if... if I misunderstood.

Easily done.

I'm having a drink tonight
at the pub if you fancy it.

Thank you.

Right.

- (Girls wolf whistle)
- (Girls) Hello, Al.

- Dad.
- Hello, boy.

Come to gloat?

Have you told her yet?

I don't know how to.
Shortfall, it's a lot of money.

- Serves you right, eh?
- Oh. Your old dad's messed up.

There's no need to
have a go at me as well.

What do you want me to do about it?

Hand you over a wad of cash so you
can bail yourself out of trouble?

That's up to you. But I
would ask you one thing.

- Mm?
- What's family for, eh?

Mmm.

Thing is, I had a
word with Mrs Richards,

she says she's charging you at
cost, as you're helping Mrs Cronk.

So she can't imagine why you
think you owe her any money.

Nice try, Dad.

(Scratching)

(Dog whines)

Stop it!

Look what you've done! Look!

Stay there.

Stay right there.

- (Dog whines)
- No, no, no. Come, come.

(Dog whines)

(Crowd chatter)

Quiet, quiet, please. I'd like to
propose a toast to our new headmistress.

- (Louisa) Thank you.
- (All) Cheers!

Well done.

- It was a bit of a ropey start, though.
- (Mr Sands) Well, you know...

(Woman) Were you worried about it?

- Were you looking down my top?
- Yep.

- (Dog barks)
- (Dr Ellingham) Get out!

English HoH

Downloaded From www.AllSubs.org

www . OpenSubtitles . org

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0