(Running footsteps) (Footsteps stop)
- He hates me cos of you.
- He don't.
(Train horn in distance) (Train horn) I like what you're doing, but you know my department.
- So you thought you'd drop in.
- DHSS policy.
Spot checks.
What's happened to my spies? I've never been surprised by the DHSS.
Ah.
We must be getting better.
Now, you be careful in future.
You tell him that.
- You knows what I'm saying.
- I never touched you.
- Yeah? How'd I break my wrist, then?
- You hitting me.
- And why did I hit you? Tell me that.
- Oh, shut up.
- Don't tell me to shut up!
- Mrs.
Jessop.
I'm warning you, Phil, broken wrist or not.
Mrs.
Jessop.
.
.
chat in your office.
- (Clattering)
- You two! Oh, for God's
- You all right?
- Oh, yeah.
(Sighs)
- The Jessops.
- (Ewart) Oh, the Jessops.
Bob, this is Nurse Duffy.
Bob's from the DHSS.
- Er, do you need any help?
- No, just a little matrimonial problem.
I'll be fine.
Sorry.
Right, you two.
- Marvellous nurse.
- (Pager bleeps)
- Better answer that.
- Oh.
Well, I'll hang on in reception.
I shan't be a sec.
- Plimmer.
- Thought it was your night off.
No, put it through to my office, could you? Did I ever tell you about the man who lived on carrots?
- He never took a night off, either.
- Sorry, I wasn't listening.
He d*ed.
But he didn't have your sense of humour.
- Eye on the ball.
- I'm watching it.
Your good eye.
It's no good looking at me.
All right, M, M, M, M.
(All laughing)
- Ermthat one.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- (Kuba laughs) Oh, dear.
Candy from a baby.
You're such a good customer, I'll give you a go for free.
- Set 'em up.
- Wait a second, mate.
There's a lady in a wheelchair outside asking for someone.
- I forgot.
Thank you.
- (Charlie) Where you going? Another dead man.
You in? Tenpence a matchstick.
Bob Bates, DHSS.
Spot check.
Ros, this man can close us down.
He just turned up and I've got to go through with it.
I know.
I know I promised.
Look, I'll book the table again for next week.
Don't start.
- Just hang on.
I'll get Ewart.
- He's been called away.
No problem.
Baz, how's about a cup of coffee for Mr.
Bates? Make yourself at home.
Won't be a moment.
He mustn't be left alone with Kuba.
Right.
Why the hell didn't Ewart warn us? Coffee.
- Susie, we've got the DHSS in.
- Didn't Ewart? Whatever you do, keep Kuba out of the porter's lodge.
Where is Ewart? He said something about X
-ray.
- Hello?
- Dad! Which service do you require?
- It's Debbie.
She's hurt.
- All right.
Take it easy.
Give her your name.
(Kuba sings to himself) (Bates clears throat) Bob Bates.
DHSS.
Kuba Trzcinski.
Night porter.
- Kuba?
- Trzcinski.
Kuba T Kuba.
Could I ask you a few questions?
- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.
One thing I wanted But first I make you some proper cup of tea.
- Polish style.
Beautiful taste.
- Thank you.
Megan, seen a tall chap, dark suit, glasses, keeps poking about in corners? No, I haven't.
Sounds like he needs help.
If you find Kuba, tell him to see me or Susie.
- What's up?
- Spot check.
Excuse me.
Hospital jargon for ''something's wrong''.
- Have you seen Charlie?
- He's in X
-ray looking for you.
- Is Bates with him?
- He might be.
I don't know.
(Siren approaching)
- ( Lively choral music)
- Music of the gods.
- You got your ticket, then?
- I'm tone deaf.
Your loss, not mine, love.
I'd rather be blind.
You can laugh.
I'll be up there singing my heart out.
There she is.
I bet it's another hoax.
The last one of those we had, I remember I ended up with half a pair of trousers.
A couple of lads convinced they were Chief Sitting Bull and I was Custer's Last Stand.
You all right, love? Where's the accident, love? Mm? Where's the accident? All right, where's the damage, then, love? Where's the accident? Come on.
Here we go, here we go, here we go.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Which way down, love? Young girl, eight to twelve years old, head injury.
In shock but seems stable.
Pulse and BP constant.
No respiratory distress.
ETA four minutes.
Out.
(Siren wails) (Baby gurgles)
- (Baby whimpers)
- Shh! (Voices on police radio)
- So, I tell you
- Thank you.
.
.
Ewart Plimmer is a very good man, but he works too hard.
Everyone here works too hard.
Yes, that's what we thought.
Now Charlie and Mr.
Plimmer never seeing eye to eye.
Procedure.
Who needs it? Do you know sometimes how we get our equipment? No.
We have this set of duplicate keys.
- Ooh, hoo, hoo!
- This is how much we are pushed.
- You like it?
- Oh, yeah, yes.
ItÂs very nice.
See, this permanent shift, it is a very good idea.
But it makes us likelike one goulash.
All boiling together.
Yes, I see.
She's called Margaret.
I had no time to warn you.
He turned up.
Made me look a right Charlie.
- No, I'd no idea.
- Oh, Mr.
Plimmer, we were saying
- Everything all right, Bob?
- Oh, yes.
Kuba's been most helpful.
Any guest of Mr.
Plimmer's Shall we continue? .
.
second pregnancy and she's due in ten days.
She been getting contractions at home but none since she came in here.
Blood pressure's up a bit, but otherwise normal.
As far as I can see, there's nothing wrong with her.
Yeah, better be safe.
We'll get her up to the labour ward.
OK.
Megan.
- You OK?
- Yeah, fine.
Young girl, head injury.
Charlie's in the ambulance bay.
Thanks.
- We're admitting Mrs.
Pearce.
- What? Just to keep an eye on her.
Could you get her a bed in the labour ward?
- Baz
- Please.
Would you believe that? She wants to have her baby induced.
It doesn't fit in with her holiday plans.
So madam decides she wants a bed.
Put that girl in front of a pregnant mother and she goes to pieces.
Thanks for the chat.
Hello, stranger.
When's it due? Any minute.
(Giggles) If you could have seen your face when he said DHSS.
I nearly d*ed.
Yeah.
Thank you for your support.
There was nothing I could do.
Kuba's considering su1c1de.
- Where's Bates now?
- Gone off with Ewart somewhere.
What a mess.
He's not that important, is he? They're closing the Moorshead, and they're bigger than we are.
How's Liz? She's fine.
- You know we split up?
- No.
Sorry.
Couldn't handle my charm.
- (Siren wails)
- Here we go.
She's been steady since we picked her up.
- Unconscious?
- Was when we found her.
- Still pretty groggy.
- You'll be all right, love.
- Anything else?
- Fractured left elbow.
Couple of ribs cracked.
Given her some oxygen.
- How long had she been there?
- Can't say.
10, 15, 20 minutes.
Can't get a squeak out of her mate back there.
Don't know how long she faffed about before calling.
- All right, love.
In we go.
- (Baz) Thanks.
Come on, love.
Come on.
Blood pressure when you're ready.
Right, love, I want to look into your eyes.
Can you look up at me? That's it.
Lovely.
And this one.
That's it.
Open just a bit.
Sorry.
- Pupils sluggish.
- She's taken a nasty fall.
Pulse is rather fast.
- I'll put a cannula in.
- All right, love.
Don't go to sleep now.
She'll be all right.
Do you want a cup of tea? I'll get someone to sit with you.
- Any joy?
- No.
She needs looking after.
I'll deal with it.
Have you seen her before?
- No.
- Well dressed, too.
- She'll have to speak sometime.
- You won't get anything out of her.
- She's mentally frozen up.
- Child psychology, is it? You may laugh, love, but I've seen it before.
All right, Einstein.
Shall we go?
- She's never appreciated me.
- Think of all those tight uniforms.
(Susie) Kuba.
Kuba.
Cubicle four to Obs, and a cup of tea for the girl when you're free.
Susie.
- Where is Mr.
Plimmer?
- You leave him alone.
- He'll never forgive me.
- Hey, you could redeem yourself.
Look after the girl and find out her name and address.
- I want to get her to X
-ray.
- No name, no ID.
- What if we want to operate?
- Hit that problem when we get to it.
We haven't got infinite resources.
I wish we had.
- You mean illness isn't cost
-effective?
- Nurse! Nurse! Deep breaths.
Trolley, please.
That's it.
Nice and slow.
And a stethoscope.
Keep going.
Nice and deep.
That's good.
- Painful there? What were you doing?
- Playing squash.
Push yourself a bit? Has it happened before?
- No.
- You'll be all right.
We're gonna put you onto a trolley.
Ready? What did you go as, Lawrence of Arabia?
- I fell in the showers.
- Off we go.
- Could be an Ml.
- Put him on a monitor and take BP.
OK.
(Megan) These might feel cold on your chest but don't worry.
Seems fine.
ItÂs fast, of course, but he's had a scare.
- History?
- Fell down in the shower.
Hence the strange garb.
Got here and collapsed with chest pains.
Right.
- I'd stay, but
- Bob Bates, I know.
Ah.
Is he feeling better?
- Yes.
- Hard to tell sometimes.
- Sorry?
- With heart att*cks.
Oh, yes.
I remember one chap, built like an ox, complained of chest pains, we checked him out, nothing.
Walked out, smiled and d*ed in the ambulance bay.
Well, let's go to my office, shall we? You, ermiss the action? You mean sticking them back together again? Not really, no.
Besides, I get the odd moment of excitement, like now.
- Old man to the rescue.
- What if you'd been in your office?
- Now, that's unfair.
- Is it? They'd have coped without me.
- How is he, Doctor?
- He's fine.
We'll keep you in touch.
- He's not going to?
- Take a seat.
We'll call you.
Thank you.
Blood sugar, full blood count and U's and E's.
- As soon as possible?
- Yeah.
Charlie.
- Blood tests?
- On the way.
- What are you gonna say?
- What can I say? His chest sounds clear.
He's perfectly normal.
Except he's terrified.
Just what I need.
A healthy patient convinced he's dying.
- The pain was real enough.
- Muscle cramp, I reckon.
- And the twitching?
- That'll pass.
- Are you sure?
- If not, tell him to come back.
- How d'you feel?
- Pain's gone.
- Good.
- How's my heart? Fast, but otherwise perfectly sound.
- What?
- Probably just a muscle spasm.
- I wasn't putting it on back there.
- I know.
It can be extremely painful.
You took it seriously.
- We always do.
- Oh, no.
- You mean I'm all right?
- Fit as a fiddle.
You're hiding something, aren't you? Tell me the truth.
Nothing.
You're very well.
- I can't be.
- Mr.
Potter, I wouldn't lie to you.
We're doing some blood tests and we'll do a chest X
-ray.
Then, all being well, you can go home.
I can't.
I've got to be ill.
Why?
- Well, I'll look such an idiot.
- Better than a heart att*ck.
- You were right to be worried.
- You tell him that.
Richard.
- He'll never let me live it down.
- Nice friends you have.
Well, he talks more, he drinks more, he earns more.
Screws more.
This'll make his day.
Not if you have these.
Antipectoritis tablets.
Take two daily.
Pectoritis, tell him.
Famous German condition.
Take two of these a day, you'll live.
Forget one, you'll die.
Slowly.
But only if you promise not to do the brave bit again.
If it hurts, tell someone.
- What are they?
- ItÂs empty.
You provide the Smarties.
Shall we unplug? I can only use my eyes and ears, Ewart.
I'm told you're overstretched.
I see it.
What other conclusion can I reach? Of course we're overstretched.
Who isn't? That's not an argument, Bob.
That's an excuse.
I'm sorry.
An excuse for what? For not giving us time to get over teething problems before you come wading in with your pens and forms, ready to slice us up because some bigwig wants to rationalise Casualty.
- Am I getting the jargon right?
- Very funny.
I'm not being funny.
This is a serious game, people's jobs.
You seem to think you have a right to be the only one who cares.
Bureaucrats care.
Oh, yes.
Oh, yes, we care.
We're not here to destroy people's lives.
We're here to make the most efficient use of the caring facilities, and that includes manpower.
Let's talk efficiency.
Your department wants to centralise Casualty.
- It makes sense.
- To the planners, yes.
I believe local casualty departments also serve a community purpose.
Look, half of my night patients are regulars.
We get to know them.
Failed suicides, drunks.
We know when they're genuine.
ItÂs called knowing your patch.
Build one big department, you lose all of that, not to mention jobs.
Do you think we enjoy making cuts? No.
But don't expect me to applaud you when you do.
We need more time, that's all.
It might interest you to know that I was invited to inspect your department by Norman Parker.
I believe he's your administrator.
ItÂs up to him whether you receive a copy of the report.
I'll see myself out.
- Any news on the parents?
- Kuba's with her now.
See that? That's bad.
That's an operation, isn't it? No parents, no consent.
(Children singing) What can I do? If you tell me your name I give you a sweetie, OK? She doesn't want anything.
Mrs.
Rashid? Can you come with me? Megan, have you seen King? King? Yes, he's gone to get some stores.
I can't get the girl to speak.
I turn on the video to make her cosy.
- Now she's pretending to watch that.
- You shouldn't have turned it on.
- Come with me.
- Tell King the porter's lodge.
OK.
- We'll just see
- Is that girl talking yet?
- No, and Kuba needs help.
- Where the hell's King? Look, will you sew Mrs.
Rashid's ear? And I'll find him.
He should be on duty.
I hope his ears are burning.
- What you doing with the light off?
- Had a bit of a migraine.
- Take a tablet?
- Don't like tablets.
Kuba's looking for you.
There's a little girl who won't talk.
We need a name and an address.
OK.
Clive, can you sit down for a minute, please?
- What for?
- Because I want to talk to you.
Please.
Right.
Now, what's going on?
- Nothing I can't handle on my own.
- Not from where I'm standing.
- What do you mean by that?
- (Laughs) Do you mind if I play the wise old woman act for a bit? A smile.
Terrific! Progress! Clive, look You are drinking, and I know it, right? Now, it's not the end of the world and I've no intention of running up to Ewart and shouting, ''King is a drinker.
'' A, I don't believe that you really are.
And secondly, Ewart would have no choice if I did.
You'd be out, full stop, end of story.
Now, you have a simple choice.
You can stop now, before it gets out of hand, right? You can take some time off and work it out, whatever.
Or sometime, maybe next week, maybe next month, you'll cock it up, and you're experienced enough to know what that means.
- Come on, talk to me.
- There's nothing to say.
Oh, Clive.
How long have we known each other? What is it, four, five years? Look, am I a good nurse? Everyone on this team is good.
Oddball, maybe, but good.
- And how do you rate Charlie?
- Charlie? One of the best.
Why? Clive, wait a minute.
What are you hiding? Is this something to do with Charlie? Megan, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but leave it, please.
ItÂs under control.
l I just need some space, OK? OK.
Yeah, but just remember, next time this might not be private, right? Yeah, OK.
- Er, where did you say the girl was?
- In the porter's lodge.
Baz, she's gone off.
Her pulse is fast.
- Where did it happen?
- During X
-rays.
- Crash room.
- I thought I should tell you.
You did right.
Get Megan if she's not too busy.
- Blood pressure?
- Yeah.
(Fast, shallow breathing) Her abdomen's tender.
Ruptured spleen? Megan, can you run through a drip of normal saline?
- We need the surgical registrar.
- Duffy.
- And parental consent.
- King's with the other girl.
I'll do that.
He's got five minutes or we go ahead without.
Blood pressure's 70 over 40.
She's ruptured her spleen.
Damn! Why didn't I see it before? Believe me, Mum and Dad will only be too happy you're alive.
Clive, can I have a word with you, please? She's ruptured her spleen.
- How much time have we got?
- Five minutes.
- OK, leave her with me.
- OK.
Kuba, come on.
You know, your friend is a lucky lady, cos we are the best.
We don't like being beaten.
Now, you don't tell me your name, see, I'm the loser.
I couldn't show my face.
''King couldn't get that little lady to talk.
'' Things like that, you know? King, mm.
That's my name.
You like it? Mm.
Me neither.
Now, I could try guessing yours.
Let's see, uh Nah.
Take too long.
I wonder how your mum and dad are feeling now, what they're thinking.
You see, because I've got two boys, same age as you.
If I went home now and they weren't there this time of night I'd be worrying myself to death.
So, what's your name? Hm? Look Tell me your name, for her sake.
Please.
(Sighs) Jackie.
And where do you live, Jackie? 43, Shipley Road.
You're a gem.
Nice deep breaths.
We'll have you on your feet in no time.
- Got the address.
- We're going in.
- Theatre three.
- Haematology need to be called.
- Two units, cross
-matched.
- Uh
-huh.
Sorry about the wait.
He's sleeping now.
He's been a bit coldy.
Think he might have caught something.
Was this earlier today? When did you notice it?
- Can't remember.
- I'll get someone to look at him.
What's your name? Mrs.
White.
- Address?
- 23 Morley Court.
Charlie, this lady's baby needs checking over.
Right.
Uh, pop into cubicle four.
We'll take a look.
I won't be a second.
That's just round on the left.
- Charlie.
- What? Something odd about that woman.
She might be a bit funny.
(Charlie) Right, OK.
Oops.
There we are.
OK.
I'm driving this one, love.
There we are.
Down you go.
- You all right, Supergran?
- Mm, yes.
Know what that lady's just finished off? Half a bottle of gin, couple of whisky chasers, a Ford Capri, a sign saying No Through Road and a couple of metres of hedge.
With the aid of a Morris Minor.
Put that down, they'd say you'd been drinking.
- How's she feeling?
- Needs stitches, otherwise she's OK.
- Police?
- Yeah, they've taken the details down.
(Welsh accent) Joy to see your smiling face, Mr.
Ponting.
Cubicle three.
Thanks, love.
Come on, Fittipaldi.
Time for a pit stop.
- Did that woman just leave?
- I think she went to the loo.
Give us a shout when she comes out.
All right.
There are all these nurses and Dr O'Connell, a world authority on digestive disorders, lets out the most almighty fart and there was just dead silence.
- That smells good.
- (All laugh)
- What's that?
- Your timing is immaculate, Charlie.
What? See you later.
How's the girl? Asked for another tea.
I can't stand conspiracies.
Ah, it'd spoil the whole thing if I told you now.
Thought you were committing su1c1de.
Charlie, the things I said to Mr.
Bates can you forgive me? It was Ewart's fault for leaving him on his own.
What happens to us now? Mr.
Bates' nasty report gets sent to a lot of men in fat ties, and after a period of time, the whole thing gets forgotten.
- Don't be too sure about that.
- I'm not.
ItÂs called optimism in the face of the impossible.
- What's impossible?
- That they'll forget the report.
Are you leaving that? Help yourself.
Cheer up.
Who makes this for you?
- I make it for me.
- You? Yeah.
Polish.
Pierogi.
Pierogi.
ItÂs very good.
The stuff you put down your face, I'm surprised you can enjoy anything.
- I have cosmopolitan tastes, that's all.
- Exactly.
Any old tripe.
- My sons eat better than you do.
- I'll choose to ignore that.
How's Miss Clements? You haven't Have you?
- Charlie, stop it.
- Just asking.
For me, Miss Clements ismental.
Not physical.
Anyway, I think maybe she has some friend already.
She's not Dad's daughter.
But she's Mummy's daughter, yes? Is that why she said Dad didn't love her, because she wasn't his daughter? So, then, Mummy was married to another man before your daddy?
- Yes?
- They had a row about it.
- When was that?
- My birthday.
Mum and Dad had a row.
He said he didn't love Debbie cos of the other man.
That's why Debbie was running away.
- Is she still in the loo?
- Must be.
- Pop in and see if she's all right.
- Oh, all right.
Mrs.
White? You OK, Mrs.
White? I want a doctor.
I want a doctor now! Just wait there.
I won't be a moment.
- Charlie, she wants a doctor.
- What's happened? She's got a pair of scissors.
Get Baz.
I think she's still in the staff room.
And I want Ewart.
Duty sergeant, please.
(Running footsteps, classical music playing in headphones) There's a woman in the ladies' with a baby.
She's got a pair of scissors.
- She thr*aten anything?
- Not yet.
Mrs.
White, my name's Barbara Samuels.
I'm a doctor.
Can I come in? Shh.
Mrs.
White, I'm going to open the door now.
(Mrs.
White) On your own.
I don't want anyone else.
(Mouths) Close the door.
Stay where you are.
What's the problem? Baby's sick.
- Can I look at him?
- Stay where you are.
Mrs.
White, I can't help you until I find out what's wrong with the baby.
He's cold, that's all.
- He needs some medicine.
- What kind of medicine? You're the doctor.
Get some medicine.
Get those people away.
Shouldn't have come here.
If the baby's poorly, you were right to bring him.
I know you're trying to talk me into handing him over.
ItÂs impossible to find the medicine until I know what's wrong.
- I need to examine him.
- I told you, he's cold, that's all.
- He just needs some medicine.
- Mrs.
White, I need to examine the baby.
- I'll do it.
- All right.
All right.
I'll just stay here.
- Stolen baby.
- The same one?
- Sounds likely.
- Where was it reported?
- Easton.
- That's ten miles from here.
- She walked?
- Yeah.
In which case, the baby probably has hypothermia.
- We going in?
- No, let Baz handle it for the moment.
Why? All I ever wanted was a baby of my own.
I just wanted a baby of my own, that's all.
Look, just give me the medicine and I'm going, please.
I can't do that.
You're a doctor, ain't you? Mrs.
White, if I don't examine the baby, I can't help you.
- Just give me something for him.
- I can't till I know what's wrong.
Why are you pushing me? I know I done wrong.
I ain't stupid.
You think I don't feel bad? ItÂs too late! Mrs.
White, please give me the baby.
- I can't.
- Give me the baby.
- (Charlie) Baz, you all right?
- I'm fine.
- You sure?
- Leave us alone!
- You've got the police!
- Of course not.
Mrs.
White, listen to me.
If we don't take care of that child, he may die.
I don't believe you want that.
I know how hard it is for you to trust anybody right now.
I know how you must be feeling.
But the child must come first.
- What's the situation?
- Dr Samuels is with her.
I think we should leave them for now.
- I suppose a woman's best anyway.
- Who's he?
- Mr.
White.
Husband.
- I still say we should go in.
Wait.
Baz says she's fine.
Trust her.
That's an order, Charlie.
- Never seen him that touchy.
- Baz.
- Yes?
- Mr.
Clark.
- I've come about my daughter.
- Yes, Mr.
Clark.
Just a moment.
Jackie.
Thank God you're OK.
- Mr.
Clark.
- I got held up in the bloody traffic.
You all right, sweetheart? Daddy's here now.
- May I have a word?
- Where's Debbie? She's still in the operating theatre.
She's OK.
- There's nothing you can do.
- You all right, sweetheart? You don't mind waiting, Jackie? Look after her, Nurse.
This way, sir.
Just wouldn't stop crying.
ItÂs the only way they've got of asking for things.
He's sleeping now.
If I hand him back, d'you promise they won't put me in prison?
- Yes, I promise.
- Swear it.
I swear.
You don't mean that.
Have you ever thought how the mother feels? If I was that mother, I'd be eating my heart out right now.
Don't you think she longed for that baby? And it hasn't taken your pain away, has it? ItÂs made it worse.
Cos you're scared you've hurt the baby.
(Sobs) Come on.
ItÂs time to stop all this.
Come on.
Let me have him.
That's it.
Come on.
Let me have him.
That's it.
That's it.
Get the paediatrician.
(Sobs) He's dead.
Mr.
White.
(Mrs.
White sobbing) Mr.
White.
All right, Mrs.
White.
(Sighs) Sorry to keep you waiting.
We had an emergency.
Sorry I snapped.
Cup of tea? Yeah.
Let me know when the mother comes in.
Ewart, your wife tried to call you a couple of times.
Thanks.
Maybe I'm asking why did Debbie try to k*ll herself?
- Who told you that?
- Jackie.
- Jackie's just a kid.
- Hear me out, Mr.
Clark.
- Now, Debbie's not your daughter.
- What's that got to do with anything? If she had been half a second later when she ran, she'd be dead.
That girl was only saved by luck.
And next time she may not be that lucky.
I'm not here to make moral judgments, but that girl almost d*ed because she felt her daddy did not love her enough.
- You can't say that.
- I'm telling you what I hear.
- Oh, no.
I don't have to listen to this.
- OK, but it's not what you think.
ItÂs what Debbie thinks that matters.
Right or wrong, if she feels she's not being loved, you've got a problem.
Now, all I'm saying is think about it.
Has the baby gone to the mortuary yet? Yeah.
I'll tell you one thing, I'm not breaking the news to the mother.
- I'll do it.
- Thanks.
Oh, watch out.
Ewart wants a conference.
- Disorder in the ranks.
- Hm.
Ooh, one of those for me? Help yourself.
Oh, a cup of tea.
Mm.
Oh, no.
Whose turn was it to buy the sugar?
- Not me.
- (Charlie) Guilty.
Oh, I could have guessed.
- How are the girls?
- Took the young one to ITU.
We may have to call in the social worker.
See what happens.
Hey, well done.
- Shan't keep you long.
- Cup of tea? Oh, yes, please.
I see no point in dishing out blame for the cock
-up with Bob Bates.
He shouldn't have been left alone and I'm to blame for that.
But next time I may not be here, so all I want to say is stay sharp and keep each other informed.
Oh, and if you could steal fewer items from Lawson's Ward, naming no names, Megan, that would be much appreciated.
Obviously, in an emergency, you may accidentally forget what I've said, in which case, spread the net a bit.
The fact that Lawson's is down the corridor has not been missed.
Basically, all I want to say is be as good as you can.
I believe the song's entitled We Shall Overcome.
Mother's here.
I'll do it.
Would you like to just pop in here for a minute? Ewart, your wife's just gone through to your office.
Ros.
What are you doing here? ItÂs the middle of the night.
I'm sorry, Ewart.
Ring when you want to collect the rest.
- But Ros
- Ewart, I can't.
I know what the job means to you.
I even understand.
But I can't go on with it any longer.
- What's Ewart gonna do?
- ItÂs awful.
What's he gonna do without her? I'd have him.
I think he's gorgeous.
- He's 30 years older than you.
- Lovely eyes.
- You leave him alone.
- Don't be stupid.
I'm only joking.
- Night
-night.
- Night
-night.