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— Somebody should be here by now. — I've been bleeping Phil for over half an hour.

I'm surprised he doesn't send the butler instead. Stuck—up big git.

— It's little things. — Like what?

White lies when he doesn't need to.

A couple of calls and as soon they hear my voice the phone goes down.

Look, there's probably a perfectly innocent explanation.

You know, suspicion can wreck a relationship when there's nothing untoward going on.

(Clears throat)

It's Winifred Mansfield, second on the right.

You know, there can't be a couple that haven't had a doubt about each other at some time.

And I'm a fine one to be playing at Claire Rayner, aren't |,

when the only stable relationship I've ever had

is with a 12-year-old who should be doing his homework

— so I'll see ya. — Yeah.

— Ta-ra. — Bye.

Big breaths in and out, please.

Yep. Sounds better, too.

— Oh, good. — Right. You get a good night's rest.

And you too, Doctor.

Write her up another bag of aminophylline to carry her through till morning.

Continue oxygen, two litres per minute.

(Woman giggles) You're rude.

| don't know.

(Sighs) Go back to bed!

| know what you're like in the mornings.

(Giggles)

Sickle cell crisis, cubicle 5.

All right, Doctor's here. Have you had sickling crises before?

— Yeah. — Anything different about this one?

No.

Yeah, let's get you something for the pain, then.

Thanks.

— Just keep it warm. — Can we have some diamorph,

5 milligrams, plus maxillon, 10 milligrams, please?

sorry. Got to go.

(Phil) Give me your hand, please.

I've got crap veins.

(Patient breathing deeply)

OK, we're in.

Well done.

(Phil) Can we start a normal saline infusion, please? Also, 35 per cent oxygen.

If you would be so kind as to drop 500mg ampicillin, | shall give the first dose.

And let's also start off a diamorph infusion, please.

Look, I'm not happy to give a diamorph. If you want her to have it, you'll have to do it yourself.

Jane?

I'd rather you didn't speak like that to doctors who have worked 20, 30 hours without a break.

If you're not happy with a procedure, you come and talk to me, OK?

Phil here.

Right. I'll be straight up.

(Both whisper)

You beeped me to certify someone?

Yeah, Mrs Mansfield.

Why wasn't a call put out when she went off?

— She wasn't for resus. — She was. It was clearly written in the notes.

It wasn't passed on to us in handover.

Who turned her oxygen up?

| didn't know it had been changed.

| didn't know it had been changed.

You're feeling a bit more comfortable, then?

A lot better. Thank you.

Good.

(Bleeping)

Duty calls.

Have a good rest.

There's no milk. Again.

I'LL go and get some from the canteen.

— There's no milk. — (Tuts)

Winnie Mansfield died earlier this morning, Andrew.

And there's more.

Morning. Just a pint of milk, please.

— (Pager) Cardiac arrest, psychiatric unit. — Doctor, you haven't paid.

What about that bloke from the squash club?

You know those wildlife documentaries about South American hummingbirds?

The ones with the special cameras that slow things down thousands of times

so that you can see their wings flapping?

That's what you'd need to record his performance under the sheets.

Oh...

This just about sums up medicine for me at the moment.

— It'll stop running eventually. — Oh, yeah?

We managed to get in round the other side.

— Dead? — What do you think?

Mum, this is no time for jokes. | said yes, she seems like a nice girl, not yes, I'll marry her.

Yes, you should have a word with her family. Now.

— Hiya. — Oh, thanks, Raj. That's really sweet of you.

Er... How's Gary now? You must have been married, what, five years?

| called off the engagement, not long after we moved up here.

So, erm... How's your love life, then, Raj?

You know me. Footloose and fancy free. You?

Footloose and fancy free.

All right?

Right, sir, did you take anything else apart from your bag?

Er... Nasreen. Listen, I...

| was... | was wondering if, er...

You wouldn't have to if you didn't want to.

| was wondering if maybe you'd like to come to the hospital ball with me.

Erm... If you're free, that is.

You wouldn't have to dance with me or anything if you didn't want to.

And if | got off with...

| mean, if you got off with one of my mates, | wouldn't cause a scene or anything.

Unless it was James, that is.

Ill, erm...have to check I'm not on duty.

Oh, OK, yeah.

(Clears throat)

I'm feeling so much better. Now it's your turn to look awful.

— Were you working all night? — Saving lives, curing cancer. You know.

(Gasps)

It's just a bit of stomach ache, that's all.

Come on. | know you and your "bit of stomach ache".

| ought to have a look like a proper doctor,

Erm... I'll fetch a nurse to chaperone.

OK, I'll feel softly around. Shout out if you feel any pain.

And, er...a bit harder now.

Nothing serious.

Good morning, Mr Tennant.

Hospital manager on another hush—hush undercover operation?

Mr Docherty.

| would have preferred to see you on a more formal footing

but | believe you have the right to know now.

Erm... One of your operating lists will no longer be available to you.

Your Thursday afternoon session will now belong to Mr DeVries.

Thank you, Mr Tennant.

Good morning.

— So is your wife a doctor too? — No. No, we met through the church.

She's an infant—school teacher.

— Ah, morning, Dr Turner. — Good morning, Sister.

| wonder if you'd be kind enough to excuse us for a moment, please.

Well, it is only my office, after all.

| am a pest, | know, Sister.

| really am surprised that you went so far as to report the matter.

Patients with chronic obstructive airways disease often do badly despite our best efforts.

In Mrs Mansfield's case, | suspect the oxygen was a simple coincidence.

| can't help wondering if it might have killed her, Dr Turner.

| do doubt it.

Yes, Dr Turner.

For all | know, this event may be more sinister than an honest mistake.

— It should be referred to a coroner's inquest. — | don't want to rub him up the wrong way.

— A bit of digging isn't gonna do any harm. — Before you start digging,

you might stop and think.

| don't suppose you've considered the upset this will cause Mrs Mansfield's family.

And you ought to open your eyes as to whose head'll be on the block.

They'll blame us or they'll blame you.

Monitor hourly stats. If they drop, check her gases.

How old is she?

Thanks to you, I've been called in. And | should be off after my night.

Oh, my heart bleeds.

| get a haemopericardium when | think of those poor nurses working nights,

getting the whole day off, when I'm expected just to carry on working.

Doctor?

Erm... Joanne.

You can call me Phil, you know.

May | have something for the pain, please, Phil?

Sure.

One of the most curious differences between doctors and nurses

is that if a nurse makes a mistake, she'll get in a lot of trouble for it,

but no one really minds a nurse going out with one of her patients.

Cynics would say it's the exact opposite for a doctor.

StilL..

no one is immune from temptation.

Hi, Alf. How's things?

Not naggin’, but what's the score?

Well, now we've taken the fluid off your lungs, we can get a clearer picture of your X-ray.

There looks to be a growth on one Lung.

— Cancer? — I'm gonna get the final report this afternoon.

— I'm trying to find out if it's cancerous. — You'll tell me this afternoon?

— Yeah. — Right.

— OK? — OK.

— I've been suspended. — You're joking.

| don't know what happened to that old lady, | really don't.

— You do believe us, don't you, Andrew? — Of course | do, yes.

Staff Nurse Richards?

Look... I'm sorry, love. I've been ordered to escort you off the premises.

— Come on. There's no need for that. — Don't make it any worse, please, Andrew.

You have to clear out your locker.

Come on.

Excuse me, Mr Docherty. I'm sorry.

No trouble, Mrs Trimble. You'll often find me here in the office practising a few strokes.

| feel that the jogging and the tennis keep me in trimble. Er...trim, Mrs Trimble.

Mr Docherty, | can't help but notice that you've, erm...changed your style of accoutrement.

Ah, well, yes. | endeavour to keep up with more than just

the latest developments in urinary tract surgery.

Well, | just wonder whether...

whether that tie really goes with that jacket.

Perhaps not quite, or maybe I'm being too fastidious.

No, no. | believe you're right, Mrs Trimble.

| am very grateful for, er...for...

Mrs Trimble, | do hope you won't consider me presumptuous.

Perish the thought.

Mrs Trimble, would you do me the honour

of being my guest...at the...

Mr Docherty, it would be a privilege to accompany you to the hospital ball.

Oh...

— Mr Parker's arrived. — OK. I'll see him in a minute.

So are you bringing your wife to the hospital ball?

— I'm on call, I'm afraid. — That's a pity.

Someone's gotta run this place.

Well, Alison's not much of a ball person anyway.

Likes a nice quiet night in, does she?

Well, | suppose that's married life for you.

Yeah. Married life.

— (Knock on door) — Andrew?

| don't suppose you've got time for a quick word with Mr Grocott's daughter, do you?

Sure.

— Hi. I'm Dr Collin. — Ta-ra.

| just wanted to ask if you had the results of my father's tests yet.

I've just taken the report a few minutes ago.

Is it cancer?

Well, | haven't had a chance to speak with Alf yet.

I'd rather discuss the diagnosis with him first. If he wants you to be there, that's OK by me.

So you do know?

Telling you without prior discussion with Alf would be a breach of confidence.

If it is cancer, | don't want him told.

Throughout his stay here, Alf has given every indication that he wanted to be fully informed.

You've known my father only a few days.

| actually know him a great deal better than you do, Doctor,

and telling him would destroy him, | know it would.

He's expecting his diagnosis this afternoon.

You tell him what you like, but not that he has cancer.

Stevie?

— You all right? — Mm.

What have you done with that?

(# Latin—style muzak)

— So | said to Maggie... — Oh, Graham, do shut up.

— You're boring everyone to tears. — Sorry, dear.

Would you like to dance with me, Mrs Turner? With your permission of course, Dr T.

| don't need his permission. My name is Susan.

So anyway, | said to Maggie, what are you...

Isobel, you dance divinely.

Compliments, like alcohol, go straight to my head.

In that case, another drink is definitely required.

Oh, now...

When | think of all the chicks | could have been here with. Geena Davis, Kim Basinger,

— Sharon Stone. — Who's the loser that Claire's got in tow?

It's the helicopter pilot from the air ambulance service.

(James) If she plays her cards right, maybe she'll get to see his chopper.

(Scissors) What's a class Sheila like her doing with a drongo like that?

(Both) You fancy her? Ooooh!

Consultant totty.

Back off.

We always get on so well at the ball, you and I.

— Don't we, Claire? — It was only once.

There's no reason why we shouldn't celebrate our anniversary.

Come on. I'm sure I'm not the worst you've ever had.

No.

But bloody close.

| remember your mum used to pick you up from school when you were still a 5th year

— and everyone used to take the mickey. — Yeah...

And you used to sit at the back and pick your nose and flick it.

And then there was the time when you wet yourself in rural science.

Which one reported you, then, eh? Eh? No one has a go at my bird.

| didn't know you'd dropped a sprog, Debs.

I've always admired your sense of poetry, Adrian.

So, erm...how old is he?

He looks about 12 to me.

Jane March.

— Lee Remick. — Eurgh...

— When she was alive, of course. — Yeah.

— Was it him? Was it him, eh? — Pack it in!

Forget it. He's drunk, he's drunk. Come on, come on.

Nurses’ scrap.

— James Parker? — Yes.

I'm Andrew Collin, Dr Turner's senior house officer.

Bit of a boring time for you, I'm afraid. We'll do the myelogram first thing.

— Dr Turner's explained all that, thanks. — Good. Are you on regular medication?

— No. — Any medical conditions?

I'm embarrassingly healthy apart from obviously the Legs.

— Fine. Well, settle in, and see you tomorrow. — Thanks.

OK?

— Hi, Alf. — Doctor.

— You have lung cancer. — Thank you, Doc. | thought so.

Cheer up, son. It's not the end of the world.

One thing, though.

Please don't tell my daughter.

| know what she's like. She'll only make a fuss.

(# Slow waltz music)

Perhaps they're right, Isobel.

| imagined | would wield the scalpel until | drew my last breath.

Maybe | am past it.

| hope not.

And those awful, awful trousers you used to wear.

I'm just one big joke to you, aren't I?

Raj, | wouldn't still be here if you were.

Really?

Night—night. Good night, good night.

(Bleeping)

Oh, not now of all times, Barry.

— I'm sorry, love. — You'd think I'd be used to it after 30 years.

— We'll see you home. — Thanks.

Is that all right, Susan?

The white chick from Eternal.

Zodiac from Gladiators.

Erm... Lady Penelope from Thunderbirds.

No strings attached.

It's been a really lovely evening.

Good night.

Where are we going?

Guess.

Harrison Ford.

Hugh Grant.

Keanu Reeves.

Tom Cruise?

These hospital rooms are so drab.

Isn't it time you moved into a flat of your own?

OK, | will.

Be a bit more romantic.

Aren't you done yet, Raj?

Done now.

I've forgotten something. Won't be long.

James!

What are you doing, you little bugger? Who is it?

It's the, erm...girl with the red dress.

You know, the one with the chest that was like...when she was dancing.

You should have seen her. You're doing well with Nasreen.

| am? | am, but what if I'm crap and she tells all her mates down the station?

(Man moans)

(Woman moans)

(Moaning and heavy breathing)

(Scissors) Oh, Claire...

— She'd rather be doing it with either of us. — | know.

Nasreen's not my usual drunken grope with a girl | don't even fancy.

It's scary to get off with someone you actually, you know, respect.

— (Scissors) Aahh! — |'m thinking blokes like us

should cultivate a more respectful attitude to the female of the species.

(Both) Nah.

(Scissors and Claire) Oh, yes!

(Scissors and Claire shout)

— (Scissors) Oh... — She was faking it.

(Claire) Is that why they call you Scissors?

Duty calls, mate.

(Bang)

— (Nasreen) Raj, are you OK? — It's my head.

— | think I'm OK. — Good.

(Clicking)

— (Raj) Nasreen? — (Nasreen giggles)

Why are you handcuffing me to the bed?

(Phone rings)

Do you normally visit your patients when you're not on duty?

My patients are normally fat geriatrics with dodgy hips.

We shouldn't disturb the other patients.

You could get yourself struck off, Philip.

— What do you mean? — | mean, | don't fancy you, Philip.

| doubt anybody could fancy you as much as you fancy yourself.

But there is something you can do for me.

— What? — | knew you weren't very bright.

The way you responded so eagerly to "| need something for the pain".

Well, some of my crises are real.

Some are faked to get a fix.

I'll keep supplying the painkillers and you keep my...indiscretion to yourself.

Your faultless grasp of the situation impresses the hell out of me, Philip.

Do what the hell you please, Joanne. I'll take my chances.

(Andrew) Sorry to bring you out of that ball, Doctor.

(Barry) No, no. What is it?

James Parker. | admitted him myself this evening

to have a myelogram for muscle weakness on his legs.

— No medical problems at all? — None whatsoever.

Staff Nurse Charnley found him quarter of an hour ago.

— Mm... Well, better have a look. — Yeah.

Going home tomorrow, Joanne?

I'd like to organise an immediate...

Dr Yates?

Er...

There's been another death.