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- How you doing?
- You're a doctor.

I'm not doing your bloody job for you.

Always with your nose in a book.
You probably haven't got there yet.

Your nose is the pointy bit
on the front of your face.

I wouldn't recognise your mum if
I bumped into her in John Lewis.

- What does your girlfriend do?
- Graphic design.

- Will you marry me?
- No.

- What's going on?
- You misdiagnosed his mother

so he was delivered
about 15 weeks too early.

You're lucky to have Adam to
learn from. Don't do what he does.

Yeah, bit of bad news, I'm afraid.

The mum's lodged a complaint.

I really did try my best for you.

Hey, someone! Look, find a doctor.

- She's fainted.
- I think she's having a fit.

Is anyone here a doctor?

We need a doctor! Anyone?

- Are you... ?
- A GP.

Dentist.

Trainee dentist.

(BELL RINGS)

TANNOY: Please be seated,
ladies and gentlemen...

- Ah, right.
- ... as the second half

- is about to commence.
- Shit.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sorry.

The locum didn't turn
up. I'm really sorry.

I'll make it up to you if
it's the last thing I do.

I think this might be
the last thing you do.

Hi. Hi.

How was the first half, then?

Oh, my God, the, the
music and the costumes...

And how do they remember all the words?

- It's really...
- It was awful.

I think you could hear Stephen
Sondheim spinning in his grave.

- I think he's still alive, isn't he?
- Poor man.

Could I grab anyone a drink
from the bar before the... ?

Plus, we were saddled
with an understudy,

with barely ten minutes' notice.

That is really annoying. Which part?

Would your friend like a chocolate?

Boyfriend, actually.

(TICKING)

- (HE GASPS)
- Stop fidgeting!

I don't know if Adam mentioned,

but we'd love to take you for dinner.

Oh, we should probably
get off, actually.

You sure we can't tempt
you for a quick bite?

We've got a table booked
at this little French place

on Poland Street. My
friend's a waiter there.

Well...

I'll call you in a couple of weeks.

Fucking hell.

The handshakes.

To be fair, she always
used to give me a nice hug

when she dropped me off at school.

And a note saying,
"Have a successful term."

I'm normally great with mums.

It's a shame you were late.

Well, I can't do half
a Caesarean, can I?

I know. It's just... it wasn't quite,

"We'll tell her over
a nice dinner," was it?

Oh, she's known ever since she
caught me wanking off to He-Man.

Look on the bright
side. You're never gonna

have to sit next to her at
the top table now, are you?

I never said never.

Didn't say yes, though, either, did you?

No, I said that... You know
what I said. And you agreed.

- Do you wanna grab a drink?
- How about ten?

Why don't you have another go?

- Because...
- Give her a call and take her out for dinner.

... you would have to prise my
cold dead hands from the phone.

For me?

She's not gonna be able
to do this week anyway.

It's a full moon.

(HE HOWLS)

WHISPERS: That's it.

Nice big breaths.

Did you know that if you
spread out the surface area

of your lungs and put
them on a football pitch...

... that's an instant red
card and a direct free kick?

Don't listen to anything
your mum says, by the way.

She's just a bit upset with me.

So's my mum, actually.

Maybe it's a mum thing.

Oh, and Harry is, too.

Maybe it's a... a people thing.

(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

- Hi!
- Oh!

Oh, God, sorry.

Fuck's sake.

Is that your statement?

Not even started mine yet.

Well, I've only managed seven
words and a coffee stain.

Get me a latte.

Bring it up to labour ward.

Please.

Tell me you don't have
to work with that twat.

Er, who, Adam?

Oh, er, no, he's all right, really.

Shit, sorry.

I didn't mean to be
rude about your friend.

I was trying to...

I'm Ben.

That's my name. Obviously.

- Er, Shruti.
- I know. I mean...

Do you like eating pizza?

That sounds like I'm saying you're fat.

I don't think you're fat.

I think you're not fat. I...

I think I'm gonna just
start again. I'm Ben.

Would you like to go
for something to eat,

for example, a pizza?

Er, yeah, that sounds nice.

Great.

Er, when? Like, tonight?

- Oh, er...
- Tomorrow?

Saturday?

March?

Er, tomorrow. Tomorrow...
Tomorrow could work.

But it's just us three,
right? Like, you, me and Adam?

(BEN LAUGHS)

I'll meet you round the
front, like seven... ish?

Yep.

Er, Beatrice, you're in
Room Two. Second baby.

Apparently she's Jason Orange's cousin.

ALL: Ooh!

Do with that knowledge as you will.

Room Three is to remain empty

for the next 24 hours, I'm afraid.

- The only good room?
- Yeah, so no water births.

The Secretary of State
for God knows what

is coming around tomorrow,
so I'm assuming that

we all wanna keep our jobs.

They must think the entire
NHS smells like fresh paint.

Still, new computer.

It's been years since I've been
able to type words with G in it.

(LAUGHTER)

I wouldn't get too attached, love.

Once the right honourable
bastard has done his little tour,

that'll all be gone faster
than they can say "A&E closure".

Right, who fancies twins?

(DRILL WHIRS)

I know I can count on you

- to keep everything perfect.
- Yes, Nigel.

And you're going to
keep Room Three free?

Look, if the patients
don't need it, Nigel.

Ah, Kay, bit of good news for you.

They've dropped the complaint?

Ministerial visit tomorrow,
and you get to shake his hand.

That explains why we've got
the hospital's only mop today.

Yeah, shouldn't be too taxing.

Wander round the ward smiling
like a gay proctologist,

then tell a quick, charming anecdote,

and it's off to the meeting room

for a plate of Sainsbury's
cheapest sandwiches. You on?

- It would be my honour.
- Good man.

- (ALARM BLARES)
- Right. 24 hours

to make this place
look like a labour ward.

(ALARM CONTINUES)

Ah, traditionally at this point,

a couple of you would be
running to the emergency.

- Oh, we usually wait a bit.
- It's faulty.

It randomly goes off
for a couple of seconds.

If it keeps going, we'll
run. But normally it just...

- (ALARM STOPS)
- ... stops.

How often does this happen?

- Er, couple of times an hour.
- Well, add that to the list.

Of course. And what would you like me

to take off the list to make time?

Right.

- I'm on it.
- (PAGER BEEPS)

- What's wrong with her, then?
- I couldn't tell you.

- Is there someone who could?
- She's obviously in pain,

but she won't let us look.

She's being... obstructive.

- Meaning?
- Meaning she told me to fuck off

in four different languages.

Sounds like she's OK to me.

Oh...

It is not sehr gut news, I'm afraid.

- Oh, dear.
- I am afraid ze whole leg will have to be cut off.

Oh! I've just ordered new slippers.

- Oh, no.
- Will it grow back?

No. I don't think it will.

Er, Petr, would you mind
escorting Professor Einstein

back to her laboratory?

Any chance you know
which ward you're on?

Sorry if that lady was bothering you.

Are you kidding?

She's the best doctor I've
seen since I've been in here.

Is there, er, anything the matter?

Oh, no, just here for delicious food.

- (HE LAUGHS)
- How soundproof do you think that thing is?

So how can I help you
today, Mrs Winnicka?

I think something coming out.

Of there.

I hope not, labour ward's full.

Er, do you mind if I have a quick look?

Bend your legs, feet together,
drop your knees to the side.

Well, get on with it.

(HE CLEARS THROAT)

OK.

Nothing to panic about,

you've got a bit of a prolapse there.

That's your uterus you
can feel coming out.

- Oh!
- Very common.

There's something we can
put inside to sort of...

... hold it all up there.

Haven't had anything up
there since decimalisation.

I'll get you booked into urogynae
clinic in the next few days.

Tell you what.

I'll get everything I need from clinic

and pop back up with it later.

Go on, then, what you waiting for?

Well, everything looks absolutely fine.

If the tummy pain's settled,
then I think we can...

Mummy's having a conversation.

Why don't we look at
your book for a bit?

Oh, well, like I was saying,
if the tummy pain has settled,

then I think we can
probably get you back home.

If you're sure. If anything changes,
just come back in and see us.

I mean, we are never
closed. Unfortunately.

- DAD: Stop.
- (CHILD GIGGLES)

- _
- Stop.

- Stop it.
- Would you guys just, like, hang on one minute, please?

- (ALARM BLARES)
- My lady in One is absolutely desperate

for a water birth.

Any chance we can get
her into Room Three?

I'm really sorry, but
it's above my pay grade.

Lockhart needs it empty so we
can show it off to the Minister.

OK, well, I've asked.

Don't you think that they
should see what this place

is really like, rather than
some Sellotaped-together version?

Good plan. And when they sack
me, you gonna pay my mortgage

directly into the bank
or just give me the cash?

RIA: You'd think they'd have
picked a quieter time to come.

- Sorry to bother you. But...
- And yet here you are.

So someone came in
with nothing the matter

and you sent them home?

- No, but...
- I'm sorry, I'm quite busy right now.

I probably can't arrange a
full parade in your honour.

No, look. The stickers on her file.

- Oh, shit.
- That's a domestic abuse alert, right?

In the ladies' toilets
there are red stickers

that you put on your notes

if you wanna talk privately
about domestic abuse.

Good spot.

Parade's back on.

Hi! I'm Adam, one of the doctors.

Everything OK?

Nothing to worry about.

Just wondering if I could have a
couple of words with you in private?

Ah, we want to stay with
Mummy, don't we, Ernie?

Well, I do have to examine your
wife in quite a personal way.

I thought you said it
was a couple of words.

Yeah, the words are
"vaginal" and "examination",

- and I thought with your son here...
- OK.

- ... it might be better...
- You'll be all right, darling?

- Yeah.
- There's a coffee shop downstairs.

Well, I think the Caffe Nero
opposite's probably safer.

Go! Zoom! Zoom!

Is everything OK at home, Anna?

(SHE LAUGHS) How do you mean?

Anna, you can tell us.

I mean, you've done
the hard bit already.

Er, the stickers?

ERNIE: Stickers!

Oh, God.

He's always doing this sort of thing.

ERNIE: Sticky stickers!

- ANNA: He loves stickers.
- DAD: Ernie?

- Ernie!
- ERNIE: Sticky stickers.

So sorry.

Come on, then, Miss Marple.

DAD: Oh! Rascal.

(ALARM BLARES)

WOMAN: False alarm, everyone.

There was something weird about him.

Yeah.

He was a posh twat.

But you don't get arrested for that.

(SHE SCOFFS) Just as well.

Me? You can talk.

My mum's a dinner lady and
my dad's an electrician.

Well, where did I get the idea
that your parents were doctors?

Ooh, er, from racist stereotypes?

Um, no!

No, no, no. Um...

- You...
- I'm kidding.

You do know that, like,

not everyone gets this handed
to them on a plate, right?

Like, it didn't even occur to my parents

that I could end up being a doctor.

All right, Little Orphan Annie.

How did you end up here, then?

(HE SPLUTTERS)

Er, my... well, my dad
was a doctor, and...

And he had this big plate?

DAD: No, I won't calm down, Anna.

What the hell did you think
this was gonna achieve?

SHRUTI: Sorry, sorry...

I, er... Er, glad
I... Glad I caught you.

Er, I was just discussing
your case a bit more

with my colleague and we
thought that it'd be best

to keep you in overnight. For a test.

Er, what sort of test?

- A... a scan test.
- So a scan?

- Yes, yes, exactly.
- ANNA: What's wrong?

Is something wrong with the baby?

Oh, no, I... I'm sure everything's fine,

I just wanna check the
baby's growing properly.

And you can't do it today?

Er, well, there actually
aren't any slots till morning,

er, so if we just... Just to be
on the safe side, probably best

- to stay in overnight.
- DAD: That's fine.

I'll keep her company
till visiting hours end.

- Is your phone charged?
- Yep.

ADAM: It's going off
every three minutes.

No, I don't have the error
code for the secondary console.

(BEEP)

I don't even know what
a secondary console is.

Listen, I need someone to
come here with a tool box,

a jumpsuit, and the phrase
"I have fixed the alarm."

What?

Three weeks?!

Which of Neptune's moons
are you based on, exactly?

Listen, forget it.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Er, can I help you?

Er, I'm starting an
Ultimate Frisbee team.

Do you want in?

(ALARM BLARES)

Hi.

Sorry, hi.

Are you working on labour ward?

Yeah. Can you see if you can do anything

to stop the alarm going
off every three seconds?

I'll have a go.

Can you have a success?

(ALARM CONTINUES)

OK.

Just... just try to relax.

Oh, it's easy for you to say.

Went to the theatre last night.

- Oh, how thrilling for you.
- In a way.

Had a massive argument with my mother.

Yes, and have you apologised yet?

- Didn't do anything wrong.
- She's your mother.

She could be dead tomorrow.

I'll apologise in my eulogy, then.

Yep, there it is, all done.

How's that feel?

Better?

Better.

That's good.

Right, I will get you booked into clinic

to have it replaced in six months.

Will you be doing it?

Ah, it sort of depends on...

- Yeah. Sure.
- That's a shame.

Just because it's only
got one Michelin star

doesn't mean it's not
a good restaurant, Mum.

Well, how on Earth am I meant to
know how hygienic the kitchen is?

SHRUTI: Ria, who's the
safeguarding midwife?

RIA: Oh, it used to be
Paulette, but she left.

Thank God. If it's urgent,
you can speak to Tracy.

OK, yep, see you at eight.

- Bye.
- (MUM HANGS UP)

Don't forget to charge your broomstick.

SHRUTI: Adam, where's Tracy?

Dunno. Busy getting her MBE?

(CRASH, PAINED YELLING)

Jesus Christ. What's happened here?

I'll tell you in a minute.
Can you just check her CTG?

First baby, 41 but otherwise low risk.

What happened in there?

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Hi, I'm Adam.

- One of the doctors.
- I was supposed to be

having a water birth.

You never know, one of
the pipes might come down.

Baby's heart rate's improving
nicely. So sorry. We'll, er,

we'll, er, we'll get you
somewhere, another room.

- No, we don't have another room, so...
- What?

... we'll just clear this one up. OK?

She's the boss.

What happened in there?

I'll tell you what didn't
happen: the bloody alarm.

I pulled it twice, and nothing,

so I put a bit more welly into it...

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

Don't bullshit me.

Well, the...

... the alarm company couldn't
send anyone for three weeks

so I asked a workman to...

... have a go.

And how would you say
they did, out of ten?

(SHE SIGHS) Fuck this.

Good news. We've found you another room.

There's even a pool in
there for water birth.

- And can I still eat my placenta?
- Sure, why not?

Dr Adam!

How's my little friend?

Oh, you know, just keeping busy.

Cleaned the oven this
morning, then I came down here.

Er, can I ask what you're doing here?

Sorry, we, er, we did
meet before but it was...

Yeah, it was only
briefly. Er, I'm the doctor

- who delivered your nephew.
- I know exactly who you are.

That's why I'm asking

if it's appropriate for
you to be here right now.

Um... sorry, yeah, of course.

- I was just going.
- Yeah.

ERIKA: Bye, Dr Adam!

HARRY: Go on, then, what's the damage?

- Er, 10? 11?
- (HE SIGHS)

You remember you said you'd
go through my presentation

- when you got home?
- Do you remember how

you wanted me to meet my mum for dinner?

Amazing! Well, good luck.

- Let me know how it goes, yeah?
- Mm.

And remember the magic words.

If she tries to suck out my
soul, I say, "Expecto Patronum".

I was thinking, "I'm sorry".

Good luck.

Oh, thank you, you've
remembered us at last.

- I hope it is to your satisfaction this time.
- Are those chives?

And get him a new one,
too, that's gone stone-cold.

Of course, madam.

If you could maybe only spit in hers?

I can't remember the last time
I saw you two months in a row,

let alone two evenings.

How's work?

Er, yeah, work's...

... fine, yes.

I'm acting registrar
now, did I mention that?

Yes, it's wonderful news.

Your father and I are very proud.

Lesley's son's a professor.

L... Lesley's son's 50.

He said, she said.

Anyway, I'm showing a minister
round the ward tomorrow.

Oh, that's fantastic, darling.

How many doctors were
they choosing from?

- Quite a lot, actually.
- Hundreds, I expect.

Um, so yesterday, at the...

... at the theatre...

... we didn't really get
the chance to speak properly.

Well, you weren't there for half of it.

I said something pretty
important to you when I arrived.

- When you finally arrived.
- What I'm saying is I want to apologise to you

for not saying it in the best way.

But, er, it's important to me.

He's important to me.

When's Gregory's wedding?

I really like the girl
he's marrying, don't you?

- She's very charming.
- I'm talking to you about

Harry, though, aren't I, Mum?

Not Greg.

I'm saying to you
that I live with Harry.

And we only have one bedroom.

Do you want a deposit on a bigger flat?

Is that what all this is about?

I'm saying to you, I live with Harry,

I'm very happy, and we love
each other, and we're gay.

Both of you?

(HE LAUGHS)

Yes, both of...

What was wrong with Helen?

You were so nice together.

- I'm gay, Mum.
- Look. I've watched you pull your pants down

at far too many
children's birthday parties

to be fazed by one of your outbursts.

This is not an outburst.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I don't know what you're
getting so uppity about.

I said to your father he seemed...

- ... fairly nice.
- He is nice. He's very nice.

Did I tell you Monica's having
her kitchen redone again?

Glass everywhere.

Looks awful.

Anyway, we're engaged.

We're getting married.

- HARRY: So, how'd it go, then?
- Yeah, fine.

- She didn't kill you, then. That's something.
- Yeah...

Yeah, she got it.

See? I knew she would,
if you just apologised

for springing it on her.

So, um... what did she say?

Oh, you know, she mainly
talked about herself.

But she was, er...

... interested in you.

And, er, yeah, asked lots of questions.

Like what?

About your job,

and about your family.

And she said she can't
wait to meet you properly,

next time she's in London,
stealing Dalmatians.

I knew she'd be happy if you
were just straight with her.

I think she'd be happier
if I was straight full stop.

Well, why don't we arrange
for us to all meet up again?

I'm knackered, I should probably...

Or we can ask her over for dinner.

I can make... fajitas?

Does she like fajitas? I
mean, who doesn't love fajitas?

- And I make amazing fajitas.
- Harry...

These really good...

♪ Let's dance ♪

♪ Put on your red shoes
and dance the blues ♪

♪ Let's dance ♪

♪ To the song they're
playing on the radio ♪

♪ Let's sway ♪

♪ While colour lights up your face ♪

♪ Let's sway ♪

♪ Sway through the
crowd to an empty space ♪

♪ And if you say run ♪

♪ I'll run with you ♪

♪ And if you say hide ♪

♪ We'll hide ♪

♪ Because my love for you... ♪

WHISPERS: Anna?

Anna?

(SHE CLEARS THROAT)

Anna!

♪ If you should fall into my arms... ♪

Anna...

- (ANNA GASPS)
- My God.

God.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry, did I wake you?

I know the answer's yes.

I totally woke you up. I'm so sorry.

What's going on?

Er, I just wanted, er, to talk to you.

In the middle of the night?

I thought you might wanna have a chat?

And there's no-one else
you can have a chat with?

Wait here just one, one
second, just give me one second.

Do your scan now, shall we, yeah?

Just watch out... just
watch out for that.

- Ooh!
- Bit cold, sorry.

Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?

They said she's a girl.

Yeah, I agree.

- That's her heart...
- (HEARTBEAT POUNDS)

... beating away there.
That all looks good.

You know, it's really a weird
job being an obstetrician.

'Cos you always look after
two separate patients at once.

(BEEP)

It's...

It's just since I've been pregnant.

It's not his fault. He's not a bad man.

What's changed since
you've been pregnant?

(SHE SIGHS) Ernie can be a real handful,

and his work's so
stressful at the moment.

He didn't mean to.

Anna, will you let me help you?

What's that?

Nothing interesting, just a work form.

This suit too tatty?

Be honest.

If anything, it's impressive

you've managed to keep
your school uniform so neat.

Where's the one you
wore to Hannah's wedding?

Is that the wedding where
we swam in the pond? Yeah.

In the pond.

Well, you look very handsome,

in your suit with your
shoes, and that little bit

of beard you've left on your cheek.

Oh, Jeez.

HARRY: Oh, hey!

No, no, it's Harry.

No, no, he's just in
the... the bathroom,

he'll be out in a sec.

Sorry we didn't get to
chat much at the theatre.

Ha, thank you.

Congratulations for?

Oh, right.

Yes, of course. Silly me. Er...

- I can...
- He's just here now. I'll pass you over.

It's your mum.

Hi, Mum.

Mum, the signal is bad.

I'll call you back later.

OK, bye.

I told her that we were engaged.

Yeah, I worked that bit out.

This better be a fucking
amazing explanation.

- You don't know her.
- I'm starting to think I don't know you.

It was... It was the only
thing I could think to say to...

... make her take us seriously.

Well, wouldn't it be a good
start if you took us seriously?

(HE LAUGHS) I proposed. That's serious.

Yeah, and what did I say? Hm?

Let me in. Let me know
what's going on in there.

"How was your day?" "Fine, thanks."

"How was your day?" "Fine, thanks."

"How was your day?" "Fine, thanks."

I knew it was a terrible
idea coming out to her.

How can you say that?

Well, look what's happened.

- Come here.
- Sorry.

It's OK. Well done for telling her.

- Er, what's going on here?
- Some wiring issue.

- How long's it gonna take?
- How long's a piece of wire?

Excuse me.

I presume this will be tidied
away within the next hour?

Jesus Christ. It's like
downtown Basra in here.

I didn't think it would be possible

to make the place look worse.

We needed to stop the
alarm misfiring, so I...

Threw a grenade at the ceiling?

God, and don't let the
fire officer see that suit.

- The whole place could go up.
- NURSE: Can we get a doctor

- into Room Three, please?
- Tracy!

LOCKHART: Clean that up.
The minister will be here...

Hi, I'm Adam, one of the
doctors. We met yesterday.

Straightforward water
birth three minutes ago,

placenta not coming easily,
and now a bit of a bleed.

- Right.
- (BABY CRIES)

OK, let's, er, pop you onto the bed

so the doctor can
have a proper look. OK?

Er, and I... I can still eat my placenta

after this, you're... you're
not gonna take it away?

That's a question for the
midwives, not me, I'm afraid.

Yeah, it's perfectly natural.

Dogs do it.

They also eat their young
and fuck the furniture.

Don't worry, it won't take long.

Is that pain relief OK?

OK. Right, first things
first, let's see where

this bleed is coming from.

Yep, you've got a bit of a tear here.

Suture, needle-holder,
scissors, large swabs. Thanks.

(MUM CRIES)

I'll be two minutes.

Just a quick bit of needlework.

DAD: Isn't she lovely?

That's the bleeding stopped.

TRACY: We'll get her weighed,
as soon as doctor's left.

Now, delicious...

- ... placenta.
- (SQUELCHY SLAP)

Hang on. Isn't... ?

Isn't this...

... the placenta?

No, that's blood clots
from inside your...

That's blood clots.

(SHE RETCHES, PAGER BUZZES)

"Crash call to gynae.
Crash call to gynae."

(ALARM BLARES)

RESUS NURSE: 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.

NURSE: OK. I've got access.

Er, can I help? I'm one of
the obs and gynae registrars.

What do you know about her?

Er, Magda Winnicka, 85 years old,

long-stay stable vulval cancer
patient, awaiting discharge.

- Otherwise fit as a fiddle.
- Well, she's not now, is she?

PETR: I'm so sorry, Doctor, I
hadn't checked the notes before.

Oh, for God's sake.

This patient has a valid
Do Not Resuscitate form.

Is everybody happy to stop CPR now?

No, come on, we can
give her a good shot.

Resuscitation discontinued at 10:42.

ADAM: She was absolutely fine yesterday.

I fitted her a pessary,

- she was up in bed, talking.
- We're not going against

a Do Not Resuscitate order
authorised by the patient.

Are you happy to certify death?

(DOOR CLOSES)

I took my mum for dinner, by the way.

Total disaster.

Mostly my fault.

I told her I was getting married,

which was a bit of a lie.

I mean, I asked him, but he said no,

which is fair enough, really.

I always used to reckon I
was good at medicine and...

... bad at the other stuff.

Not doing great at either right now.

(PEN SCRATCHES)

Don't you dare haunt me.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh, yes, yes.

I can see zat you will
probably be dead by...

... Freitag.

Zat one zere,

she has the worse case of
worms I ever, ever seen.

That's her bloody surname.

Have another look.

She's not on the antenatal
ward. They told me she's here.

Just tell me what room she's in.

RIA: Of course, if
you'll give me a moment.

Is this a joke?

What am I meant to do?

Anna, please don't worry about it, OK?

- It's gonna be all right.
- (DOOR OPENS)

So, er, OK, we're gonna
sort it out, all right?

- Sort what out?
- Er...

... we just need to
run a few more tests.

How long is this gonna take?

I'm sure it won't take long.

Mr Hanson, actually, I'd prefer

if you could give us a few more minutes.

- You need to drop your attitude.
- Angus. Please.

She's had you in here all night.

She's fannying around, clearly
doesn't know what she's doing.

Why don't I get someone else to come in

and do the scan, then, yeah?

Just do your little tests,

and we'll get home.

LOCKHART: Spit-spot, team,
they'll be here any moment.

Ah. I guess pyjamas are probably
better than nylon and vomit.

I had a patient die today.

Someone...

You know, someone I really cared for.

Well, you can't have cared
for her that well if she died.

I thought I might go to her funeral.

You're not going to a patient's funeral.

It's unprofessional.

Did I say "go to her
funeral" or did I say

"fuck her grandchildren"?

Er...

I don't want to be
unprofessional, I just wanna...

... wanna make sure that there's,
er, a friendly face there.

Oh, you gonna make some
balloon animals as well?

We've got boundaries for a reason.

Shit happens. You can't just
let yourself feel it all.

RIA: They're just
leaving the main building.

Be with you in three minutes.

LOCKHART: Eyes right.

- How long is this gonna take?
- I just wanna monitor

the baby's heart for 15 minutes.

- Does it have to be that long?
- Why don't I put

a Do Not Disturb sign on the door,

just to stop anyone
coming in, 'cos the doors

don't have locks here.

Fine.

ERNIE: Neeeowwww!

Shut that child up.

TEARFULLY: Ernie,
darling, don't do that.

(CHATTER CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Call security now. Room One.

LOCKHART: Kay! Get back here.

Everything OK?

Yeah. We're, er, done
here. Just heading home.

Thanks very much for
all your help, love.

Anything I can do, Shruti?

The problem I was worried
about is a problem-problem.

This is the second full
day of being messed around

by this department. And
just so you know, Dr...

... er, Kay, I am going
to complain about all this.

Just give me five minutes
with your wife, please, sir,

and then you can complain
to the chief executive,

the Health Secretary, and
Princess Michael of Kent

- for all I care.
- We're leaving. Come on.

- No.
- Hey!

That's assault. Did you see that?

- He assaulted me. Come on.
- Ernie...

- Get out of my way.
- You know what, maybe we should just go home.

Sweetheart, listen, listen, listen.

- Can we just get Ernie?
- Shut your mouth.

- No, hey... This is mental.
- Come with us, please.

- Totally unnecessary.
- This way, sir.

I, I need to speak to somebody senior.

No, you need to come with us.

ANGUS: Tell them! I've
done nothing wrong.

I'll leave this with you, Shruti.

ANGUS: This is ridiculous.
Who do I need to speak to?

- Well done.
- ANGUS: Anna!

LOCKHART: This is our most
recently refurbished suite.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS VISITORS GASP)

Well, that was, er,
something of a surprise.

Er, shall we?

Oh, shit, they're taking photographs.

Better change the patients' initials.

For confidentiality.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

He'll be held overnight at least,

so that's time to get you
and Ernie somewhere safe.

I don't need somewhere safe.

Anna, you don't have to
put up with this any more.

He only got angry today because
it was all taking so long.

- You told me that he...
- (SHE CLEARS THROAT)

Mummy's just going to the
toilet I'll be right back.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Well, what now?

We'll work out a safeguarding
plan. You did really well today.

It's all fucking
pointless, though, isn't it?

ERNIE: Fucking pointless.
Fucking pointless.

(SIREN BLARES)

Hey. I thought you were
gonna stand me up there.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Er, what time is it?

- How long have you been waiting?
- Er, don't worry.

They're holding our table for us.

Er...

... listen, do you mind
if, if we raincheck, please?

I'm not feeling too great.

No worries. Another time.

See you around.

I will end with the Prayer
of Commendation for the Dying.

To you, O Lord, we commend
the soul of Magda Winnicka,

your servant.

In the sight of this
world she is now dead.

In your sight, may she live forever.

Forgive whatever sins she
committed through human weakness...

(SPEECH FADES)

(ORGAN MUSIC)

Hey!

Are you OK?

I'm just...

I've had better days.

Were you... close?

Um...

I think she hated me, actually.

Seriously, it really means a
lot that you brought me here.

Bring you to all the
best places, don't I?

I've been thinking a lot about...

... that question you asked me.

I've changed my mind.

Go on, ask it again.

Will you marry me?

Of course I will.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Good.

'Cos I've already booked the venue.

HARRY: Her grandson's fit, isn't he?

♪ Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye ♪

♪ Give everyone a penny that cries ♪

♪ You can throw all my
tranquil pills away ♪

♪ Let my blood pressure go on its way ♪

♪ 'Cos my autumn's done come ♪

♪ My autumn's done come ♪

♪ Done come ♪

♪ Let those I don't care days begin ♪

♪ I'm tired of holdin' my stomach in ♪

♪ 'Cos my autumn's done come ♪

♪ Yeah, done come. ♪

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