01x01 - First Impressions

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♪ Somebody Help Me

♪ I need someone

♪ In my life

♪ I need a girl

♪ To hold me tight

♪ Someone to make me feel

♪ Make me feel all right

♪ Somebody help me, yeah

♪ Somebody help me now

♪ Won't somebody tell me
what I've done wrong... ♪

You forgot your pen
when you paid your bill.

Oh, thanks!
I'm not usually this chaotic.

Nerves, I suppose.

I haven't quite got my bearings.

Take the Ashfordly road
and look for the sign.

Take that road to the sea front.

Go right. You can't miss it.

Thanks again. You know,
it's a great place you have here.

Hope I'll be dropping in again.
Well, we're always here.

Good luck.
Thanks. Bye.

Ta-ra.

♪ JOE c*ck: "Delta Lady"

♪ Woman of the country

♪ Now I've found you

♪ Longing
in your soft and fertile delta

♪ And I whisper sighs

♪ To satisfy your longing

♪ For the warm and tender shelter

♪ Of my body

♪ Oh you're mine

♪ Yes you're mine

♪ Delta lady

♪ Yes you're mine

♪ You're mine

♪ Delta lady ♪

Excuse me?

Hello? Excuse me?

Go on. I'm not deaf.

Where can I park?

Are you a patient or a visitor?
Neither. I'm here for an interview.

Oh, well, you could park
in one of the doctors' spaces there.

♪ THE SILHOUETTES: "Get A Job"

♪ Sha na na na, sha na na na na
♪ Baa do

♪ Sha na na na, sha na na na na
♪ Baa do

♪ Sha na na na, sha na na na na na

♪ Aah boom
♪ Sha na na na, sha na na na na na

♪ Ah dip dip dip dip
boom boom boom aah boom

♪ Sha na na na... ♪

[COUGHING]

It might help to empty that
occasionally.

I do!

I wait till after morning surgery.
You see, people tend to...

Good morning, good morning.

Oh! You're rather early, Mr Rose.
I've a busy day.

Get them to jump to it, matron.

Inform staff nurse Taylor
that his majesty's arrived.

Dr Ormerod's his anaesthetist today,
Lizzie. Put his lights up, please.

But Dr Ormerod's not...

♪ I come into the house
I hear the woman's mouth

♪ Preachin' and cryin'

♪ Tellin' me that I'm lyin'
about a job

♪ That I never could...

♪ Sha na na na, sha na na na na na

♪ Aah boom
♪ Sha na na na... ♪

[GULPS]

Yes. Yes indeedy.

Well, that will have to come out.

Right away.

Good of you to join us, nurse.

Straightforward gall bladder.

I'll do him first.
Ah, Mr Rose,

Dr Ormerod's the anaesthetist
but he isn't answering.

Why? Where is he?
We're trying to find out.

He'll be aware of the urgency,
Mr Rose.

He is the patient's GP.

Outpatients in Ashfordly,
haemorrhoids in Scarborough.

I can't wait all day
for you to pull your finger out.

Don't scowl.

Kills the germs.

Kills the germs.

Honestly. That man.

The name's David Cheriton?
Yes.

No, I don't think so.

I assure you it is.
I do know my name.

No, I mean,

there's no appointment.
Not in the book.

Dr Alway wrote offering
the interview. Today. Look.

Well, it isn't confirmed.

We have a system.
You're not down as an appointment.

Can you tell Dr Alway I'm here?
I have come all the way from London.

No.

Morning surgery's started. I'm only
allowed to interrupt if it's urgent.

I don't want flannel!

I want an anaesthetist here, now.

Dr Ormerod.
Any idea where he is, Lizzie?

I were told to put his lights up,
but he's still on rounds.

This is ludicrous. I wait while
he potters about on GP business?

Sort it out, man. Sort it out.

Can you track him down?

He's up on the moors.

His wife wants the car.

I've got the number somewhere.

[CLEARS THROAT]

This gentleman says he's
an appointment, Mr Middleditch. Ah.

In connection...? I'm sorry.

Middleditch, secretary.

How do you do.
I'm here for an interview.

Oh! Right! Yes indeed.

Can you hang on a tick?
Mr Cragg? It's Lizzie.

Is Dr Ormerod with you?

Yeah, but my wife's about to...
[MRS Cragg YELLS]

You're doing very well, Mrs Cragg!

Don't push. All right? Just pant.

Doctor?

It's the hospital again!

Ahh...
Right.

Er, look - just keep
breathing deeply. All right?

I'll be back in a second.

Thank you.

Lizzie, if my wife's on about the
car, tell her you can't find me.

Oh. Well, no.
I can't leave sharpish.

I'm in the middle
of a sudden labour.

Ask Dr Alway to step in.

[MRS Cragg YELLS]
Thank you, Lizzie.

Thank you. Midwife's on her way.

Could you make us all a cup of tea?

She's doing fine.

You're doing fine, Jean.

Dr Alway's with a patient.
Shall I interrupt him?

Yes, you'd better.

You see, doctors have their own
GP patients outside hospital.

Don't you have bleepers
to contact them?

Pardon me?

Bleepers? Electronic communicators?

Oh, good Lord, no!

No, this isn't London.
Far too expensive.

Anyway, I doubt if they'd work
in all these hills.

I'm afraid we're a little
behind with new-fangled gimmicks.

Well - come round, will you?

Are you getting anything?

Unless it's an interlude
of a snowstorm, no.

Definitely needs an outside aerial.

Mm. Hey, not bad for eight quid.
Will old Middleditch cough up?

He copped for 20 quid at the jumble
sale. Patients would love a chance

to see a bit of telly.

Alun - patient in Milner ward
to go through.

Right.

Hey - you'll have your work cut out.

Well, if he won't play, I can see
old Dr Alway. Always win him round.

Oh, Dr Alway?
Yes?

Mr Rose has been ready
for some time.

For goodness' sake!
I've been writing up the pre-meds.

Alun's taking the patient
through now.

Tell his majesty two minutes, hm?

He's the reason we're all here.

Sorry?

My grandfather,
who endowed the place.

Royal, since he got the Duke
of Clarence to open it, and Free,

since he'd made a fortune
mining Winstone.

He wanted to put something back
into the community.

Ah - James!
Yes?

Er... James, this is...

I'm sorry - what was the name again?

David Cheriton.
David Cheriton, Dr Alway.

I'm pleased to... Cheriton!
Of course. Sorry, I'm up to my eyes.

You've come to chat
about joining us?

I'm here for an interview.

Yes. Yes. Well, I'm afraid
we're all rather, um...

my colleagues,
the other two doctors, they're out,

and I'm standing in for one of them
at an op.

Why don't you come and observe?

What a good idea.

Mr Rose is our
distinguished visiting surgeon.

He pops over from Ashfordly
once a week or so.

Now, slowly count to five.

One...
One...

two...

two...

three...

three...

four...

Do hurry up. Let's have him in.

He's just induced. It's all right.

Dr Cheriton will observe.

Long as he doesn't
ask damn fool questions.

Right. There we are.
Let's get him settled.

Are you all right, doctor?
Fine. Fine.

Turn the halothane down to .5, Alun.

Is he ready?
Mm-hm.

Scalpel.

Make an incision
just below the diaphragm.

Thank you. And clips.

Hm...
Dr Alway!

Are you OK?
Fine...

I'm under way. Take him out.

Doctor, take over the anaesthetics.
Me? But...

Don't but me, man.

Can't have him coming round mid-op.
The shock could k*ll him.

Tell Sister Brigid
to organise a bed

with an intravenous infusion.

I want him examined at once.
Who's available?

Dr Ormerod's out,
Dr Weatherill's just back.

Put her lights up,
for goodness' sake.

Can that young man cope
in the theatre?

He'll just have to, won't he?

Awkward little blighter.

Damned adhesions everywhere.

I need another 15 minutes at least.

Hot pack, please.

♪ THE SUPREMES: "Baby Love"

♪ Oooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Baby love, my baby love

♪ I need you, oh how I need you

♪ But all you do
is treat me bad... ♪

Yes, I'll be back as soon as I can.
How is he?

We have everything under control.
Dr Weatherill's with him now.

The intravenous drip's on its way,
Doctor.

I must get back.
James, you're not going.

Lie down.
Jill.

What's happened?

You've given us all
a bit of a shock, that's what.

Your duodenal ulcer's haemorrhaged.

Oh, I'm fine. I'm right as rain.

Don't be absurd.
You've lost a lot of blood, Doctor.

Keep still.
Let Sister have your arm.

A milk-alkaline drip down
your nose would keep you quiet.

Uh...

That's it! All shipshape
and Bristol fashion.

Good job you know your way
round the old laughing gas.

I took a diploma in anaesthetics
after my houseman year at Guy's.

Why join this godforsaken outpost?

Good anaesthetists
are thin on the ground.

I like patient contact.
A cottage hospital

might be the best choice -
GP patients plus some operating.

Young chap like you
should have more ambition.

Never make your name
in a backwater like this.

h*, h*! There you are.

Ta-ra! There we go.

[GRUNTS]

"There. 14" screen, walnut veneer
surround, both channels.

Ken, I have told you,

a television for the patients
will only cause problems.

No, I've asked them.
They'd love a telly.

Of course,
but they'll squabble over it.

For a start, will it go
in Milner or Fawcett?

They can take turns. The men
can have it on Saturdays for sport,

and the women another day.

And who decides
whether to watch BBC or the...

oh, what do they call it,
the commercial one?

They can put it to the vote.

No, I'm sorry, Ken.
It's a recipe for discord.

Ah. Well, perhaps we should ask
Doc Alway what he thinks.

"Doc Alway" is very poorly.
Now is not the moment.

Poor soul.

Only yesterday he were at the
jumble sale calling out the bingo.

He works too hard,
that's the problem.

All his time goes to the hospital.

He was saying

he hoped some of the cash raised
could go to cheering up the wards.

Happy patients recover quicker,
he reckons.

A television produces happiness?

It'd be a shame
to miss the opportunity.

How much?

Well, as I say, it's in good nick,
and I had to haggle.

Then there's transport -
How much?

Eight pounds ten shillings?

Eight pounds...?
That's installed, in working order?

Ah, no - well, I may need
another thirty bob to...

buy and install an aerial.
In other words,

ten pounds.

John Logie Baird
has got a lot to answer for.

There we are.

Very lucky you were on hand.

Well!

Me laddo seems to have survived.

Fluids for 24 hours,
and a low-fat diet

once his bowel sounds return.

I've postponed the rest
of Mr Rose's list until next week.

No further theatre duties, nurse.
You can go back to Casualty.

Think about what I said.

Always on the look-out for
promising young chaps at Ashfordly.

Mm! You are honoured!
He doesn't take to everybody.

Where's Dr Alway?

Thanks very much.

Oh! Sorry.
He's, um...

he's nodded off.
Good thing, too.

Rest is what he needs.
You were there when it happened?

Yes. It needn't be too serious.

Duodenal ulcers are treatable,
even after haemorrhage.

Really?
Oh, yes, I assure you.

There's really nothing to worry -
My pretty little head about. Right.

Well, it's an anxious time
when loved ones are taken ill.

Indeed, indeed. But just in case,

I have had his blood cross-matched,

and I've put him on an intravenous
regime, strict gastric diet,

and minimum seven days' bed rest,
to be reviewed.

I'm so sorry.

I thought that...

Yeah. I'm Dr Weatherill.
David... Cheriton,

I presume?
Yes. That's right.

Right! Well! We'll be meeting later
to discuss the vacant post.

Ah. You've met Dr Weatherill.
No one told me she was a woman.

Well, don't let that put you off.

She's really rather good.

[Whoo.]

Sorry. I had a sudden labour.
Next week,

I'd like an anaesthetist on standby

in theatre, at 0900,

sharp.

Gave his name as Cheriton.
But he's not down in MY book.

Never mind. He saved the day.

Messages for you.

It's been a madhouse this morning.
Where are they?

How's Dr Alway?
Having a sleep. Here we are.

Matron's postponed
the rest of Mr Rose's operations.

Your wife wants the car keys
or a divorce.

For the third time this week.

And Dr Weatherill wants to see you.

Pulse is down, blood pressure's OK.

It seems it's stopped bleeding.

He needs bed rest
and a long recuperation.

So the new appointment's
more urgent.

Well, more important, certainly.

Look, James was planning
to bow out gradually.

He's unlikely to return now.

It's absolutely vital
to find the right replacement.

Well,

this Cheriton kept a cool head
today, by all accounts.

Yeah... but others have applied.

Look, there's, um...

Keith Bannon, from Edinburgh,

Mary Gullick, from Manchester...

We need another anaesthetist.

Bannon isn't qualified.

No, but Mary is.

Look,

I know she's a friend of yours,
but she's not free for two months.

She is very, very committed.

Come on.

Women doctors have a tough time.

We'd be helping her and ourselves
if we just... waited.

We need someone quickly, Jill.

We can get a locum
till we make the appointment.

Why, if we've got the right man?

Well, he's a man, all right, yes.

He struck me
as a typical public-school male.

I bet he plays rugby as well.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Sorry, but Mrs Rutter,
a patient of Dr Alway's, telephoned.

Her daughter has awful tummy pains.

I didn't tell her about Dr Alway.

I've got a ward round now.

We've got a lot on, Lizzie.

Can she bring her? She's very
worried. Her husband has the car.

Right.

♪ THE NASHVILLE TEENS:
"Tobacco Road"

♪ I was born

♪ In a trunk

♪ Momma died and my daddy got drunk

♪ Left me here to

♪ Die alone

♪ In the middle of Tobacco Road ♪

I can't interest you in a brand new
colour set, my friend?

All the rage now, you know.

No, I've got a telly,
thanks very much.

It's the aerial I'm after.
Oh! Very wise.

TV's don't work without aerials.

Now, let's see.

Here we are. The latest aerial.
Comes in at £3.19.6.

Nearly four quid?

That's a bit steep.
It is for the cottage hospital.

Business is business, squire.

If I pick one up secondhand,
how much to install it?

That's different, squire.

I mean, you didn't buy the set
or the aerial from us.

You can hardly expect a discount.

There's the van,
with ladders, engineer, labour...

you're looking at 50 bob, minimum.

You're joking!

Erecting a television aerial's
a very skilled task.

That's the best I can do, my friend.
Right. Well, no hire, squire.

Shove it. Matey. Chum. Old pal.

♪ JAMES BROWN:
"This Is A Man's, Man's World"

♪ This is a man's world

♪ This is a man's world

♪ But it wouldn't be nothing

♪ Nothing

♪ Without a woman or a girl.

Yes? I'm Dr Weatherill,
a partner of Dr Alway.

♪ You see... ♪
Oh, I see!

You'd best come in.

My husband's at work.
I have phoned him.

I don't drive myself, you see.

Sally?

The doctor's here to see you.

Hello, Sally. How are you?
Not too good.

I hear you've got
a bit of a tummyache?

Yeah.

You've been vomiting, have you?

Yeah.

All right. Can I have your hand,
do you think?

There we are.

OK.

When did you
start getting these pains?

In the middle of the night.

Could you show me where it hurts?

My tummy. Here.

Right.

Let's prop this up for you.

[GASPS]

There?
Mm.

There?

Aaah! No, please!

[RETCHES]

Any special reason
to leave the big city

for the back of beyond?

Swinging London isn't all
it's cracked up to be, you know.

You've no... special ties, then?

Sure, it's country air

and peace and quiet you're after,
isn't it? Absolutely.

Ah. Dr Cheriton. There you are.

Dr Ormerod wants a word.

His room's down the corridor,
on the left.

Right. Thank you.
Good luck!

Shouldn't you be in Casualty?
Well, it was very quiet.

I left Hopkirk in charge
in my break.

Well, don't be long.
She's still very inexperienced.

So you'd not oppose that young
fellow getting the job?

Well, it'd be nice
to see a new face here.

A new man's face, you mean.

Yeah. But knowing Dr Jill, she'll
hold out for some female colleague.

Right. Um...

I'd like to get her into hospital
as soon as possible.

What is it? What's wrong?
Well, I need a closer examination,

but I think she may have a cyst
on her ovary which has twisted.

Oh, no!
It's not that uncommon, really.

If we operate quickly,
she should be fine.

Do you have a telephone I can use?

Yes, of course. It's in the hall.

Thank you.

Thanks for stepping in this morning,
Dr Cheriton.

You coped well.
I'm pleased I could help.

What do you make
of what you've seen?

Well, it's different
from a London teaching hospital.

The thing about a cottage
hospital like ours is, um...

well, we as GPs get to treat
our own patients in hospital.

Another advantage is contact
with the families.

And specialist treatment?
A brain tumour?

Referred to Ashfordly
or Scarborough.

But they get to return here
to recuperate with us.

You know, under their own GPs.

Look, um...

it may be worth mentioning, David,

that in a rural area like this,

doctors need personal skills
and medical ones.

It's how you relate to people,
really,

one's manner, that's important.

It doesn't suit everybody.

I realise I may have got off
on the wrong foot with Dr Weatherill.

[PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me. Ormerod.

Yes, Lizzie.

Yes, put her through.

Gordon, look -
I've got a young girl

who may have
a torsion of an ovarian cyst.

She's shocked
and in quite a lot of pain.

Well, get her in.
Ambulance is on its way.

I'd like Rose to have a look at her
if possible.

I'm afraid he left a while ago.
Let her go to Ashfordly.

No, it's too risky.
We're going to have to move quickly.

Get Nurse Taylor to prepare
the operating theatre for me?

Half a crown, my cousin's builders'
yard. All we do is stick it up.

Looks a bit rickety.
Are you sure it works?

Oh aye, it works all right.

Only came down
when the house was demolished.

By the way,

you busy later?
Not that I know. Why?

Oh, well,

you could do your good deed
for the day.

It's OK, Sally.
You'll soon be there.

Sally? Are you all right?
Dad!

[MOANS]

What's going on?

John, the doctor says Sally -
And where is Alway?

He's indisposed.
I'm a colleague, Dr Weatherill.

Oh, are you?

What's up? She was fine last night.

I think she has a cyst on her ovary.
She needs an exploratory operation.

Then if -
Whoa! Hold on!

You think she has a cyst?

And who exactly
is going to operate on her?

Well, Mr Rose from Ashfordly.

If he's not available, me, probably.
Oh no.

I'm not having my daughter cut open
by some slip of a lass.

John!
Mr Rutter,

Sally is in an acute condition.

Acute? What are you talking about?

Sally?

Dad?

It hurts so much!

It's all right, love. Don't worry.

All right.

But if she needs an operation,

I want a proper surgeon.

Okay. I'll ride with her.

They're not fobbing ME off
with some jumped-up woman GP!

It's a good thing I got here.

[AMBULANCE BELL RINGS]

[AMBULANCE BELL RINGS]

Did you manage to get hold of Rose?
Matron's still trying.

I'm Dr Ormerod, Mr and Mrs Rutter.
Can I get some sense out of you?

How come Dr Alway couldn't himself?

Well, he's unwell.
Just leave her to us.

I would like a second opinion
before I operate.

Second opinion! See? She's no idea!

It's all right, Sally.
Won't take long.

Aaah!

Pethidine, please, nurse.

See if Matron's found Rose yet.

All right. Can just turn
on your side, please?

Yes, I'm sure Mr Rose has gone to
lunch. It is lunch time, after all.

The question I asked you is,
where is he?

Where does he usually
have his lunch?

Then please find out and phone
me back. This is an emergency!

That lot couldn't run a bath,
never mind a hospital!

John Rutter's a difficult man.

He could make trouble for us.

That, if I may so so,
is entirely irrelevant.

It's his daughter's well-being
we're concerned with here.

You all right?

Yeah. It's my legs.
Don't worry. I'll get you out, mate.

No, my legs - they're trapped.

Ah...
Right.

Don't worry.
I'm going to get some help.

Panda One to control,
are you receiving? Over.

Panda One to control,
are you receiving?

[BURST OF STATIC]

Can you hear me, Alf?

All right, ladies?

Don't worry, soon have
a nice clear picture for you.

Fix it to the chimney,
run the cable down. Easy.

You should get a proper bloke.

Alun, lad, I've told you,
I can't afford to.

What did Middleditch give you?

Barely enough for the set.

You sure?

All right. I got the aerial cheap,

so there's a bit over for the beer.

I'll buy you a few pints.
Now get up there.

I'll fix this to t'chimney.
If I'm needed, you'll have to do it.

This is all I'm saying.

I still can't get find Mr Rose.

You're right.

We must operate now.

Come along.
Get the theatre prepared for her.

What's going on?

We're going ahead.
We must operate, Mr Rutter.

Are you sure about this?

There's no question.
You'll have to sign a consent.

Have you done many like this?
I'm not operating.

Dr Weatherill is our gynaecologist.
Oh no.

Absolutely not!

I want a man,

a proper surgeon!

Don't be ridiculous.
Dr Weatheril is a surgeon.

Your daughter couldn't be safer.

Mr Rose is the expert.
I'll wait for him.

John, please!

Mr Rutter,

if we don't operate
Sally may lose an ovary.

She may even die.

All right if I...
Sure.

I've put you in the appointments
book. Your meeting's official.

Jolly good.
Except they never do hold a meeting.

We're very busy.

'Patients are our priority'.
That's what Doctor Alway says.

He's a patient himself now.
Funny, that.

She'll be weak post op.

She'll need to be on 24-hour obs.

I'll see
Sister Brigid has a bed ready.

Lizzie, I need Alun.

He's with Ken, doing something.

For goodness' sake, Lizzie!
Go and find him!

This is an emergency.

[PHONE RINGS]

St Aidan's Royal?

Sorry about this, David.
It's one of those days, I'm afraid.

No, that's fine. Shall I hang on?

Excuse me, Dr Ormerod.
I have to find Alun.

PC Bellamy, Ashfordly.
Accident on the moor.

Driver's hurt.
OK.

Hello, this is Ormerod.
I've got a driver trapped in a cab.

I've called the ambulance
and fire brigade.

How is the injured man?

In a lot of pain. His legs
are trapped. They could be broken.

How lucid is he?

Fairly chatty. You're nearer than
Ashfordly. Shall I send him to you?

Well, just one moment, please.

It's most irregular,

but can you help us out again?
I'd be happy to.

We may have a broken leg come in
while we're in theatre.

Fine. I can deal with it.
Marvellous.

Yes, get him here. Stay with him.

Call if he loses consciousness.
Don't let him have fluids.

Right. I will do. Thank you.

Thanks!

This stack's in poor shape.

Needs repointing.
I know! I've been onto Middleditch,

loads of times.

What on earth are you
doing up there?

You're needed in theatre now!
We've nearly finished, Matron.

It's not my job
to chase junior staff!

I said now, and I mean now!

I'm parched. You got any water?

Sorry, the doctor didn't advise it.

What about something a bit stronger?

Best not drink at the wheel, eh?

Not with you being a copper.

Just take it easy now, all right?

[ENGINE]

We'll soon have you out of there.

All right, love,
it'll be over before you know it.

See you soon, sweetheart.

It's all happened so quick!

Last night
she was laughing and chatting.

Come on, John.
Let's leave them to it.

Indeed. Why don't we
have a cup of tea in my office?

♪ THE YARDBIRDS: "Boom Boom".

You want a job doing, Ken,

do it yourself.

Anything else? Is there anywhere
to to reset his fracture?

We've a little emergency theatre.

I think complicated operations
always go to the main theatre.

Which is tied up.

Let's hope it's not too elaborate.

Okay?

Thanks.

Colin.

All this metal on your legs,
they'll get that off

and get you to hospital.

You all right?

I just feel a bit...

He's fainted.

I can barely feel his pulse,

and it's racing.
This'll take time.

Do I call the hospital?

Yeah, and we'll need a doctor.
Ok.

Dr Weatherill is very experienced.

She wouldn't operate
if she wasn't sure.

Excuse me, Mr Middleditch.

The policeman wants a doctor.

I'm not sure what to do.

What is the problem, Lizzie?
The lad in the accident is poorly.

They need a doctor out there.

I'll be back in one moment.

Right. Let's have her on the table.

All right. And lift.

No one's available.
Getting a doctor in will take time.

Would you like me to attend?
I'd be happy to do what I could.

By Jove!

It's a lot to ask.
Not at all. I haven't got my bag.

We'll borrow Dr Weatherill's.
She won't mind.

The policeman said poorly.
Did he say how?

Not really.

Is he losing blood? Head injuries?
He said he'd fainted.

Well, ambulancemen?
Can I talk to them?

He was calling from a phone box.

They only have a limited training
in first aid.

♪ THE BEATLES: "Don't Let Me Down".

Take the Ashfordly road.

It's about ten miles on.
Thanks.

♪ Don't let me down

♪ Don't let me down

♪ Don't let me down

♪ Don't let me down... ♪

Tin pot place.

I don't care what you say. We
should have insisted on Ashfordly.

Sally wasn't up to the journey.

Rubbish!

That woman just wants
to make her mark

as a surgeon.
Practising on my daughter!

Right. That's enough.

Enough!

We should be grateful to them!

They're doing
the very best they can!

They're trying to save her life!
Now shut up!

Just shut up!

♪ PETER, PAUL AND MARY
"If I Had A Hammer"

♪ If I had a hammer

♪ I'd hammer in the morning

♪ I'd hammer in the evening

♪ All over this land

♪ I'd hammer out danger

♪ I'd hammer out a warning.

She's steady now.

Right. I'm making an exploratory
laparotomy. Alun. Light?

♪ All over this land

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ If I had a bell

♪ I'd ring it in the morning.

Scalpel please.

♪ All over this land ♪

Oh no!

[CRASH]

My God! What on earth is going on?

[GASPS]

Prepare the casualty theatre.
I can operate in there.

Can you raise the table?

All right.

Respirator disconnected.
I'll clear the corridor.

OK.

How's she doing?
She's stable.

Meryl, get some sterile packs.
We'll have to regown her.

And gowns.
Sure.

Is everyone okay?
Are you responsible for this?

No, he's not entirely.

I've been asking the area treasurer
to fund roof repairs for months.

He's fainted again.

What's his name?
Colin. Colin Pike.

Colin, can you hear me?
Uh...

Sweating, but he's cold.

Pulse is fast,
blood pressure's way down.

He was fine, cracking jokes.

Then he drifted off.
He's in severe shock.

How long to get him out?
Half hour, apparently.

He may be bleeding if the
steering wheel ruptured his spleen.

What infusions have you got?
Plasma? Saline? Glucose?

Spare wheel and a jack.
That's about it.

What? We're equipped
to get patients to hospital fast,

not mess about with them.

Can I fetch things?




We'll be on our way by then.

It hurts.

It's all right, Colin.
We'll get you out. Don't worry.

What on earth was that?
Is everything all right?

Yes, nothing to worry about.
A few loose slates, that's all.

Sounded like the roof coming in!
How is she?

They're operating now.
We'd better wait in my office.

Now look -
John, come on.

Let's leave them to it.

You knew that chimney
was in bad condition!

What the devil were you doing?
It was an accident. I'm sorry.

If District finds the theatres
are out, he'll close us!

My cousin's a builder.

I'll get him.
You better had!

Right. Nearly there.

Hurry up! We're losing him!

Right. I've untwisted the cyst.

Two clamps for the pedicle, please.

If we can remove it quickly,
we've a chance of saving the ovary

before the hospital collapses.

That's good, guys.

All right, just lay him down here.

Colin? Colin?
Colin, can you hear me?

Damn.

One. Two.

Three. Four.

Five. Six. Seven.

Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.

Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.

Come on.

Damn it.

Looks benign.

Send that to histology.
Just pray we got her in time.

Right. Ligatures.
Let's get this tied off.

Come on, Colin! Two, three, four.

Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Eight. Nine. Ten.

Eleven. Twelve.

Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.

♪ CLIFF/MARLEY
"Many Rivers To Cross"

♪ Many rivers to cross

♪ But I can't seem to find

♪ My way over

♪ Wandering I am lost

♪ As I travel along

♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Many rivers to cross

♪ And it's only my will

♪ That keeps me alive... ♪

Sally, my darling...

Mum...

She'll need several days'
complete rest.

She's on quarter-hourly obs
till ward round tomorrow, Nurse.

She will be all right?

The swelling's subsided
and the blood flow's restored.

She's making an excellent recovery.
Thank you, Doctor.

We're so grateful.

She's in safe hands, Mrs Rutter.
We'll soon have her home.

Bye-bye, sweetheart.
[Bye.]

Thank you. You did a good job.

Listen,

I'm sorry if I, ah,

My only daughter.

No, I do understand.

We'll call to see her
in the morning.

Come on, John.

Well, well done. Jill.

What, the op, or getting an apology
out of Rutter?

Well, it's been a long day.

And we still have one
outstanding matter to deal with.

Cheriton.

Don't be too hard on him. He had
a tough time at the accident.

It's a tough job
he's applied for.

We heard.

I'm sorry.

Dr Ormerod said they'll be
in the secretary's office.

Poor man. He looks really upset.

Yeah. Some day he's had.

Pity. We could have used
someone like him here.

Aren't they
going to offer him the job?

Word is,
Dr Jill's put her foot down.

I'm sorry, but could you
write up your notes

before you leave? We'll need them
prior to the post-mortem.

That's going to be tricky.

Oh? Why?

Should I write write ruptured spleen,
or sheer incompetence?

No, you mustn't blame yourself.

You couldn't have done
more than you did.

I could, with the right equipment.

You had my GP's bag, didn't you?

I needed
an intravenous infusion set!

Fluids, plasma, basic stuff,
to stand any chance at all!

But we have all that

in Casualty, Doctor.
It's no damn use

for emergencies
miles away from anywhere!

Time is so vital with these injuries.

In places like this,
a doctor should carry that kit!

A portable kit?

Oh, my dear fellow. The district
treasurer wouldn't consider it.

Have you any idea of the cost?

Yes. About £200.

What price would your treasurer put
on Colin Pike's young life?

Wasn't he worth a lousy £200?

If you'll excuse me,
I've got a long drive home.

Didn't like to let you down.

We'll do the best we can.

It'll be in the way there.
Put it against the wall.

Television in the ward?

Whatever next?

I can think of a few things
you need more urgently.

I'm really sorry about
what happened at the accident.

We don't live in a perfect world,
I'm afraid.

So it seems.

Middleditch does have
a lot to contend with, you know.

A district treasurer
with severe bad beetle mentality

re cottage hospitals.
Beetle mentality?

A beetle has six legs.

So you take one off for economy.

Then it doesn't walk straight,
so you remove another,

you know, just to even things up.

Well, now, of course,
it walks too slowly.

So you say, "Well, it doesn't work."

"May as well k*ll it off."
That applies here?

To the treasurer,
we're a drain on resources.

He'd like our money for Ashfordly.

So he starves us of funds,
then says we don't work.

Chops your legs off, closes you down.

Shame.
Hospitals like this are needed.

Oh, we'll fight to the end.

I hope you're going to be part
of that fight.

I sense you'd enjoy it.

Thank you.

But I don't think
your colleagues share your view.

Um, excuse me...

we've been having a chat.

That was pretty hard-hitting stuff.
I'm on my way.

Just saying goodbye.

We've something to say too.

We're very impressed
by your passion,

and by your ideas.
And by your work today.

And we'd very much like to offer
you a place in the partnership.

Absolutely.

Starting asap, I suggest.

That is, if you still want it.

Yes.

I'd like it very much.

Thank you.

Thank you.

♪ THEME TO CORONATION STREET

That's great reception there, Alun.

We have Ken to thank, Sister.

♪ THE CASCADES: "Listen
To The Rhythm Of The Falling Rain".

It's working, Dad! It's fab!

♪ Listen to the rhythm
of the falling rain.

Oh, I am pleased. Do me a favour?

♪ ..what a fool I've been.

Have a look in the TV Times,
see what time the Epilogue finishes.

♪ ..and let me cry in vain

[AMBULANCE BELLS]

♪ And let me be alone again

♪ The only girl I care about
has gone away... ♪

A man's collapsed
with tropical fever.

He's just returned
from the West Indies.

Is he conscious?

Yes, he is...

Yeah. I hope I'm not nil by mouth
and all.

The food on the plane
was diabolical.

It was even worse on the train

'cos there weren't any.

Oh, you've got malaria
all right, Mr Greengrass.

How did you come to deserve it?

Driver says they took the corner
wide and skidded.

The girl has major trauma to the
head, possible internal injuries.

He should be dead, not my Laura!