01x06 - Kiss and Tell

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I need someone in my life I need to get up
to hold tight Someone to make me feel Make

me feel alright Somebody help me,
yeah Somebody help

me now Won't somebody
tell me what I've done wrong

Eight, you can't be late For Matthew and
Son He won't wait

Watch them run down the platform Don't
go anywhere For Matthew and Son Hello?

Hello there.

Can you hear me?

Another day, another set of challenges,
eh, Mr Middleditch?

Yes, I'm sure I can.

It's like what's kept us going all those
years, isn't it?

What is?

Well, the thought that,
come what may, we'll

always be there for
the people of Elsenby.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Good morning, Matron.

Morning.

How's your saying, Matron?

Ken, about this lamp.

Ah.

How long has it since asked you to change
it?

Must be a few days, Matron.

Weeks, more like.

Alan?

What?

The police recon by the look of his skid
marks.

He was just going too fast.

Plowed through a fence and smashed into a
tree.

Check his pulse, will you, please,
staff?

Hello?

Can you hear us?

The pupils are equal and reactive.

He's obviously concussed.

Fast and thready.

All right.

Check his blood pressure, will you,
please?

David, you haven't got surgery this
morning, have you?

No.

Can you take over here?

I'm already late for mine.

Sure.

Thanks.

What's his name?

Good question.

Alf Ventress.

I've got an operation with Mr Rose.

Ah, Mr Ventress.

You weren't expecting you till this
afternoon.

I know.

I got here good and early so I could get
settled in.

We'll get your operation done any sooner,
I'm afraid.

Mr Rose isn't doing it till tomorrow.

Well, that's all right.

I'm in no rush.

So, which is mine?

This way, please.

Good morning, Gordon.

It is now.

Certainly wasn't earlier.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I came across a motor accident on my way
this morning.

Uh-huh.

Luckily the chap hadn't lost any blood.

As if he had.

Team A-Tron?

I've just missed something.

Oh, thank you.

Our immediate care kit is here in the
hospital.

I couldn't put up a drip.

I couldn't give him any fluids.

Obviously.

As you know,
I think it would be much better if

all of his doctors had
our own kit in our cars.

I'm sure it would, Gordon, but that would
cost money.

Yes, I understand that.

All I'm saying is that we
all need to understand that

somehow this needs to be
seriously dealt with in the future.

Yes, I'll give it some thought.

You haven't told him yet?

Good.

My name's Dr. Cheris.

And yours is?

Don't worry.

We'll get you sorted out.

Customer for me?

No, road traffic accident.

Anything serious?

Hopefully.

Just cuts bruises in a broken ankle.

Got off lightly then.

Organise some skylights, will you,
nurse?

And warn Sister Bridget.

Only trouble is that poor chap can't
remember his name.

What, no driving licence?

Checkbook?

That sort of thing?

No.

Police are tracing the car registration.

Shouldn't take too long.

Good.

Oh, I hear you're moving into a flat in
the nurse's home.

Yes, stroke of luck.

The ground floor won't happen to be free.

Lucky chap.

Wouldn't have happened in my day.

I expect not.

Well, make the most of it.

That's all I can say.

Won't be there for long.

You ready for the flat warm in there?

Yes, I think so.

I told everyone to bring a bottle.

Oh, what about glasses?

You've invited practically the whole
hospital.

Oh.

And food?

Gotta give them something to nibble on.

Will I?

You're hopeless.

Thanks.

Do you want me to come round early and
give you a hand?

Could you?

Do you have a tight chest at the moment?

A bit.

Sometimes it feels really tight.

Breathe in.

Do you think he's making a fuss about
nothing?

No, Dad.

I'll do it again.

Find out.

It's really frightening when I get a bad
attack.

Yes, I know.

I think you may have asthma, Simon.

Can't you give him something for it?

What about one of those inhalers?

No, no, no, no.

I don't want to give him anything until
he's had his chest X-rayed.

Right.

OK.

Give this to Lizzie on reception.

She'll sort it out and I'll see you again
afterwards.

Thank you.

Cheerio.

Cheerio.

Oh, no you don't.

I'm sorry.

No smoking on my ward.

Well, what am I going to do?

Take this opportunity to give up.

It's a dirty rotten filthy habit.

If men were meant to smoke, they'd have
chimneys fitted to the top of their heads.

Harsh, sister.

Very harsh.

Mr Rose, if you wish to smoke your
pipe... Regrettably, I can't stop you.

Patience, however, are a different matter.

And how are you?

Oh, very well, I miss health.

And the protrusion?

Oh, it's as painful as ever.

Right, sister.

Unveil, please.

Oh, my goodness.

What a corker.

I'd forgotten.

Who'd be a bobby, eh?

I never fear.

We'll soon lop it off.

The bunion, ma'am.

Not the whole foot.

Errol, my lights are up.

They certainly are.

Man's bottom of the ladder landed on a
cold frame.

Got glass embedded in his arm.

Here's the address.

Thank you.

And the kit.

Well... Doctor or modern doctor,
Cheriton aren't free.

Oh, good.

They're going to be so jealous when they
realise I used this verse.

Good luck.

Come on, I'll take you to school.

I'm not going.

Why not?

It's the rugby, isn't it?

I hate rugby.

It's the trials, Simon.

What's the matter with you?

I don't like rugby.

You don't get anywhere in life by avoiding
things.

I like school.

You know I do.

I just hate sport.

It's good for you.

Life is full of knocks, Simon.

You've got to learn to take them.

I can't take them.

Why are you arguing?

I just don't like being forced into doing
things I hate.

I'm not going.

Simon!

Come back!

Let me go!

Not until you agree to do as you are
going!

Let me go!

Simon!

Simon!

Come on.

Come on, son.

Oh, thank God.

He's in a terrible state.

Simon?

What's wrong?

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

Fine.

I'll just try and relax.

I'm going to listen to your chest.

OK.

I need a paper bag.

What?

It's OK.

Perfect.

OK, Simon.

I'm going to put this bag over your nose
and mouth.

All I need you to do is breathe.

Please.

Trust me.

Simon, do as the doctor says.

Alan!

I'm here.

Tea up, lad.

Oh.

I see you've found one, then.

Yeah, I've found a lot more besides.

Such as?

Come and have a look at this.

Paint.

Blinking heck.

There must be enough here to paint the
fourth bridge.

Good.

Well done.

I think we'd better admit him.

Looks to me like you damn well should have
done that earlier this morning.

This gentleman's had a car accident.

Oh, dear.

He's broken a couple of ribs and an ankle
and he's a bit woozy.

Can he, er, recall the accident?

Can't recall anything just yet,
but the police are on to it.

Oh, good.

I'm sure they'll soon find your name and
then everything will come flooding back.

Right.

Hello there.

I'm Dr Wetherill.

Hugh Hurst.

Sorry, I'm afraid I've been a damn fool.

No, leave it.

I need to look at it first.

He's losing a lot of blood.

Yes, I can see that, but we can't afford
to rush this, can we?

Look, Doctor,
I don't mean to be rude, but

we really do need to
get him into hospital.

Yes, I'm aware of that, but we need to get
him in alive, don't we?

Which means doing whatever we can on the
spot before we move him, right?

You've got to bear with me, my famous a*s.

There's a pint for Ken, please,
Ray.

So, er, what brings you here at this time
of day, then?

Paint.

Subject close to me heart.

You want to elaborate, then?

Well, I seem to remember you promising to
redecorate my house.

How long ago was it?

Two years?

Three?

I know, but I only said I'd do it if you
get cheap materials, didn't I?

Well, I found them.

But I want you to come and have a look at
them first.

What for?

Because I've not only found enough to
spruce my house up, but there's enough

there to repaint the entire hospital,
which you'll also be doing shortly.

You mean I've got the contract?

Well, it comes without saying.

Tell me more, mate.

Cheers.

Right, now, Mr Hurst,
we need a chisel so that

we can get this bit of
glass out in one piece.

Do you have one by any chance?

There's a toolbox in the shed down there.

Right, great.

Could you go and fetch that for me?

I'll finish this off for you.

Are you sure all this is necessary?

Yes, absolutely positive.

I was cutting a dead branch out of the
tree, though.

You're a bit of a keen gardener,
are you?

No, I was just trying to get this place
into shape.

I used to live in London.

I just retired up here.

Sounds like a good idea.

Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder.

Right, thank you.

Now, can you come round here and hold
these pads in place gently but very firmly?

OK.

Listen here.

OK, now, cue, please.

You need to keep still, OK?

Right.

Good.

OK.

Right, let's get them in the ambulance.

Good news.

We know who we are.

The police have just telephoned.

They've traced your car registration.

Your name is Philip Milburn.

Ring any bells?

Er... no.

Not really.

None at all?

Your wife was very upset when we told her
what had happened to you.

My wife?

You don't remember having a wife?

Her name's Rachel.

The two of you live up at Ranby Moor?

Look, I'm sure it'll all become a lot
clearer once she gets here.

Well, she's coming to see me.

She's on her way now.

Who's your GP here?

I... I haven't got one yet.

I've only just moved up here from London.

Right, it would be helpful to know your
medical history.

Any underlying problems?

Oh, my... my ticker's not all it should
be.

I... I've got a angina.

Right, well, OK, at least we know.

So, listen, Hugh, I'm gonna have to
operate to remove the glass now.

Right.

You mean you're going to do it yourself?

Dr Wetherill is extremely skilled at this
sort of thing.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not complaining.

If she's half as good with a scalpel as
she is with a chisel, that...

Delighted.

Thank you.

What is it?

What's wrong with him?

Mr Wade, just calm down.

You send my son away saying there's next
to nothing wrong and then he collapses.

There's no need to raise your voice,
Mr Wade.

It's not good enough.

To me or to Dr Omrod.

Follow me, please.

Now, if you'd like to ask for information
in a reasonable tone of voice...

What's wrong with him?

Simon was hyperventilating badly,
Mr Wade.

Now, he may have asthma or he may not,
but I need for him to stay in a little

while so I can get to the bottom of the
problem.

I think that's quite clear, isn't it,
Mr Wade?

Yes.

Good.

Now, shall we?

Now, Simon is perfectly stable.

It's clear he's in good hands.

I think it's best if you go now,
Mr Wade.

You're welcome to return during visiting
hours.

I'll see you later, son.

It just came on.

I just couldn't get a proper breath.

Did you have any other symptoms?

Yeah.

Pins and needles in my face and everything
looked sort of... far away.

Yep.

Well, that all figures.

So how did breathing into a paper bag help
that?

OK.

Quick chemistry lesson.

Now, you were breathing through that paper
bag, all right?

Taking an oxen.

The oxygen that you needed.

That's because the oxygen molecules are so
small they pass right through the paper.

However, the carbon dioxide you were
breathing out...

Couldn't pass through the paper bag
because the molecules were too big.

So I'd be getting just the right mixture
of oxygen and carbon dioxide.

Brilliant.

So what now?

We're gonna get that chest X-ray done.

Thank you, Doctor.

Mr Milburn?

Here's your wife to see you.

Hello?

Rachel?

How are you?

Er... I'm a bit shaken up still.

Good.

Right.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

The more you chat, the more it'll help.

Don't stay too long, though.

We don't want him to overdo it.

Where's Mr Ventress gone?

I haven't told her, I think.

Mr Ventress?

Sister?

You're not doing anything in there you
shouldn't be, I hope.

Certainly not, Sister.

Good.

Or you'll catch the sharp edge of my
tongue.

That'll be a novelty.

Tell me the truth!

I am Rachel.

I don't believe you!

Ah!

Mrs Milburn, I presume?

That's right.

You must be very relieved to see your
husband in one piece.

Yes, indeed.

Has it all started to come back?

In flashes?

Ah, good.

Look, I don't want to intrude.

I'm sure you've got a lot to talk about.

No.

No, I've been told not to tire him.

I'm just on my way.

I'll see you later.

Goodbye, Rachel.

Well, David, I have to say you've done us
proud, really.

Well done.

Well, someone has.

Oh, I see.

You and Rachel had a heart attack.

She knew this kind of thing was going on.

What kind of thing?

Drinking?

Debauchery?

I haven't seen any debauchery.

I should think not, is he?

I should think not indeed.

Your poor husband, the way laying guest
pipelines.

I'm sure he'd like you to stay that way,
wouldn't he?

Maybe.

Oh, Gordon, you made it.

Well, of course I made it.

I'm not going to let you lot have all the
fun.

How can I not like that?

I actually managed to get a babysitter.

So, you were looking at a free man.

For once in my life, I am totally free.

And so, to celebrate.

A bottle opener, please, not a shirt.

Hello?

Care for some company?

Yes, indeed, Rachel, come in.

I have just found a particularly fine 1934
cognac in the safe.

I think it's definitely time that it was
opened.

For goodness sake!

Someone's enjoying themselves.

She's not the only one.

Oh, yeah?

We'll have to do this more regularly.

As often as you like.

Would you like to dance?

I'd love to.

Your babysitter's just rung the hospital.

Your little one's just been sick.

She's in a right panic.

Wants you to come home.

You're joking.

Sorry, Dr. Omrod.

I'm not as sorry as I am.

Oh, what a shame.

Look, I'm going to have to walk her,
and Caroline's got the car.

Oh, no, come on, we'll get her a lift.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want to drag you away.

I'm ready to be dragged away.

This really is very good.

If we're going to drown our sorrows,
we might as well do it in style.

I still can't believe the place is
closing.

Nor I.

Somehow, for you, I've left my family
down.

This hospital's been a lifetime's work for
you.

For you, too.

And it's your home.

I can find somewhere else to live.

And another job.

Who knows?

What have you decided about telling the
staff?

Our lords and masters want a meeting
tomorrow.

More brandy?

No, thanks.

I'll be off.

I'll say good night, then.

Aren't you finishing, too?

No, no, no, I can't.

The authority want the handover completed
as soon as possible.

Well, don't stay too late.

I won't.

Good night.

Good night, Major.

So, do you want me to see you home?

It's not very far.

No, it's not, but I hear the white sl*ve
trade is endemic in this part of Elsinby.

Good job I met you then, isn't it?

I couldn't bring more stuff.

I suppose this is where we say good night.

I suppose it is.

It's been lovely.

It has.

You know, I could come up for a nightcap.

Well...

On the other hand, it is very light.

Yes, very light.

Night.

Night, Susan.

Night, Susan.

I'll see you in the morning.

Lizzie, what are you doing here?

Lizzie?

Lizzie!

What?

Where am I?

My bedroom, for heaven's sake.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I felt a bit woozy and needed to lie down.

Stay there and I'll phone a taxi for you.

No, no, no.

It's all right.

I'm going.

Lizzie?

I'm going.

Lizzie?

I'm gone.

SONG PLAYS

Well, your chest is absolutely fine today.

I feel much better.

Good.

That's good.

Now, we've had a look at your chest x-ray
and that's come up clear.

So I ain't glass, man?

No.

No, you haven't.

But I want you to stay in for a bit,
Simon, till we sort this problem out.

All right?

OK.

Good man.

Mr Hurst, I gather you want to speak to
me?

Yes, indeed.

What's the problem?

There's no problem, Mr Middleditch.

On the contrary, I just wanted to say how
grateful I am for my treatment here.

Oh, I see.

Generally, when patients want to see me,
it's in order to make a complaint.

Not in my case.

I couldn't have been better looked after.

Well, that's largely down to Dr Wetherill.

You must all take some credit.

This hospital may appear
to be somewhat quaint

and old-fashioned,
but your staff is terrific.

Really caring.

Thank you.

And long may you continue to serve your
community.

Sister Bridget has mentioned that you were
a solicitor.

Yes, that's right.

I wonder if you'd care to look over a
document and give me some advice.

Oh, with pleasure.

Honestly, Dad, I typed the letter.

As in, uh, dear Mr Duggins, I am pleased
to inform you that your tender for the

redecoration of St Aidan's has been
accepted.

Yes, virtually word for word.

So, uh, Brian has definitely got the
contract.

I told the lettering to Mr Middleditch to
sign last week.

All right, all right, get your hair on.

The royal.

Just wanted to make sure.

I mean, I wonder you're out the wrong side
of bed this morning.

Question is, which bed?

Eh?

Well, there was a party at
nurses' home last night, and she

was seen coming out of
Dr. Sheridan's flat this morning.

What name is it?

Are you suggesting my Lizzie and Dr.
Sheridan?

I'm not suggesting anything.

Yeah, she's my daughter.

And she's a married woman.

There's no need to shout, madam.

Morning, Sheridan.

Mr Rose.

How was it last night?

Oh, yes, totally good.

You looked terrible.

I didn't sleep too well.

Better get that hangover cured.

You're anesthetizing for me later on.

I generally find a whiff of pure oxygen
helps.

Better not to let me see you do it,
though.

Oh, Mr Rose,
what did you mean yesterday about

me not being in the
nurses' home for long?

This place is closing.

What?

Common knowledge at Ashfordly General.

Oh, look.

Thank you.

Simon, isn't it?

Yeah.

Dr Ormond's been telling me all about you.

How are you feeling?

Better.

Good.

Is your dad coming in to see you later?

I expect.

I was always getting at me.

Why is he like that, do you think?

I don't know.

Never used to be when Mum was around.

What was your mum's name?

Shirley.

She got cancer two years ago.

It was horrible.

For all of you, I should imagine.

He hardly ever mentions her.

If I do, he gets angry.

There's no point whinging and mocking.

We just have to get on with things.

I really miss her.

I'm sure you do.

Do you know what, Simon?

I think that maybe this is behind your
breathing problems, you know?

You only feel anxious when Dad's around.

Yeah, well, maybe that's what we need to
have a look at.

Doctor, I phoned the Rambimore practice
like you said.

Sorry?

About Philip Milburn, the patient who'd
forgotten his name.

Oh, good.

It's only courtesy, really, to let Dr
Gilbert know he's here.

Yeah, only he isn't.

What?

He isn't Philip Milburn.

Dr Gilbert said he couldn't be,
because he knows

for a fact the real Philip
Milburn is in Dusseldorf.

Dusseldorf?

Yeah, he's in textiles, apparently.

He's setting up an outlet in Germany.

Textiles?

Yeah.

I'm getting a headache.

I've already got one.

Oh, and, Doctor,
about last night... What about it?

Well, I just wanted to say sorry about how
I ended up.

Oh, that's all right, Lizzie.

And to ask, I didn't do anything I might
regret, did I?

Only I'm a married woman.

No, Lizzie, you didn't.

And neither did I.

I've just been speaking to Simon Waite.

Oh, yes?

Did you know that his mother died two
years ago?

She was one of Doctor Alway's patients.

I just phoned Doctor Alway.

And he said that Simon and his mum were
very close.

Oh, that's more than can be said for him
and his dad.

Oh, so I gathered.

So I wondered if...

Well, I wondered if that might be part of
the problem.

How do you mean?

Well,
I wondered if Simon's over-breathing might

be some sort of response
to anxiety about his dad.

Yeah.

You may be right.

Thanks.

I'll ask Don.

Right.

Now, the secret of bunion removal,
Jotun, is to go in hard.

Get right down into the bone.

Look.

Look how hard I've got in there,
man.

See?

Hmm?

See?

What's the matter?

Don't feel any bit queasy, are we?

Well, I won't do it at all.

With it, girls.

So, how much?

Fifty?

Oh, well... Hundred.

Seventy-five?

Ninety.

Eighty quid, and that's my last offer.

Ah, all right, Don.

I'll sort it out with you next time I see
you, yeah?

No, no, no.

You'll sort it out now, please.

Just you.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Just got a small family matter to deal
with.

Well, Don, mind your own.

Most profitable day's work you'll ever do.

I'll catch you in the pub.

Another 80 quid for the immediate care
fund.

Thank you.

Well, that's that full.

I'll take that along to Middletch now.

Hey, Ken.

Have you heard rumours?

Only from you.

It's all right.

I'm going to have a word with Lizzie.

Father to daughter.

I just need to pick the right moment.

No, I don't mean about Lizzie.

I mean about hospital.

What about hospital?

It's closing.

Oh, don't be daft.

Honestly, word's going round like
wildfire.

Alan, if this place were closing,
I would be the first one to know.

No, no, it's definite.

Mr Rose said so.

Apparently everyone at Ashfordly General
knows.

Mr Beatrice?

Oh, they've taken him for a bath,
I believe.

No, no, it's you I came to see,
actually.

In your professional capacity.

Oh, yes.

The thing is, Mr Milburn here...

Well, he doesn't appear to be Mr Milburn.

It's funny you should say that.

Oh?

But I've come to that conclusion myself.

You had?

And I think Mrs Milburn is quite positive
it isn't Mr Milburn.

Now I'm confused.

Well, I suggest you tell me where you
found out.

And then I'll take it from there.

Only to happen.

I've decided to take you out of here.

What?

We'll find another doctor a better
hospital.

I like these doctors.

I'm telling you, I want you out of here.

You were right.

What do you mean?

It is you.

It is your fault.

If you're impossible, that's why I keep
getting sick.

Who said that?

The doctors.

They said it's all mental.

How dare they?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Right, you get dressed.

I'll see you in a minute.

Lizzie, I need to have a word with you.

What about?

Well, you're not going to like this.

But as your father... Do you have
any idea what this is all about?

Look, all doctors summoned to
a meeting by Mr Middleditch this

afternoon at the request of
the district health authority.

Gordon, do you know what this is about?

First I heard of it.

Ora!

Ah, Mr Waite, I was hoping to catch you.

Same here, pal.

How dare you insult us?

What do you mean insult you?

Telling my child there's mental illness in
the family.

No, just wait a second.

I've got a position in this community and
people know me.

They respect me.

And I respect you too, Mr Waite.

You're a liar.

I'll have you up for slander.

I'll sue you!

Just calm down.

You damn well apologise, or else!

None of that.

Now... Do you want to have
a sensible conversation?

I've got nothing to say to you.

Or any of you!

I'm going to find someone who can look
after my son properly.

This place ought to be shut down.

Well, I really think we've been treating
the wrong patient.

I see.

No, thanks, Phil.

That's very helpful.

Oh, it's throbbing a bit, but I'm bearing
up.

You can bring me a bunch of grapes.

Mr Ventress?

How long, Mr Ventress?

Oh, fine, thank you.

It was a real beauty.

One of the biggest I've ever excised.

Really?

Any pain at all?

Oh, nothing that I can't live with.

Well, let's take a look, then,
shall we?

Oh, really?

There's no need as far as I'm concerned.

Come on, ma'am.

I want to see my handiwork.

Oh!

Bless us and save us.

Sister, the bed seems to be on fire.

Oh, Mr Ventress!

Never mind.

Easily dealt with.

Oh!

You silly man!

Equally, one might say this is what
happens when you ban smoking.

Mr Waite?

We've got nothing to say to you.

Listen, I've realised that you're upset.

You're too right, I'm upset.

Saying we've got mental problems poisoning
my child against me.

That's really not what we're trying to do.

Oh, no!

Look, can we just... can we talk about it,
please?

Just the two of us.

We really, really want to help.

Nobody's criticising you, you know,
Dom.

You and Simon have clearly done your very
best since your wife died.

Don't patronise us.

I'm not.

Oh, yes, you are.

You've no idea what it's been like for us.

Absolute hell.

I knew when she died it would be hard,
but I tried.

For Simon's sake, I had to.

I think you've probably done better than
you think you have, you know.

How can you say that?

He hates me.

Oh, I don't think that's true.

All I've tried to do is make
him grow up properly, turn him

into the kind of young man
that surely would have wanted.

Bold.

Confident.

I promised her that's what I'd do,
and...

Look how it's turned out.

I've lost both of them, and there's...

There's no point carrying on, really,
is there?

Of course there is.

Look, you may never fully get over your
wife's death, either of you, but in time,

you will come to accept it, you know,
and you will be happy again.

No, no, no, not me.

No, not now, not yet, maybe, but...

in time.

It's so hard.

I know it is.

But you will find a way, I know you will.

And we can help you.

Dr. Sheraton.

OK.

Sorry about this, but I'd like to have a
word with you.

Sure, what about?

Well, the thing is... Sheraton,
your lights are up, we need to un-force it.

Sorry, Ken, I'll have to wait.

Dad, you all right?

No, no, I'm not all right, actually.

For one, the hospital's closing.

That's just a rumour.

Well, it's more than a rumour,
as far as I've heard.

And two, I've taken 80 quid off Brian on
false pretenses.

I've no way of getting it back.

And three.

Three what?

I understand you spent the night at the
nurses' hall.

Who told you that?

It's all around the hospital.

Well, yeah, I did.

Got a bit drunk, ended up in Dr.
Sheraton's flat.

And?

And what?

Lizzie, you're a married woman.

Nothing happened.

He behaved like a complete gentleman.

He let me sleep on his bed while he slept
on the sofa.

Oh.

I see.

Any more rumours you want to discuss?

No.

I'm sick of rumours.

Ah!

Is Mrs. Milburn coming in this afternoon?

I expect so.

And what about Mr. Milburn?

What do you mean?

I'm Mr. Milburn.

I don't think so.

According to my information, he's in
Germany.

He's been there on business for two
months.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Isn't it about time that you admitted who
you really are?

You're not thinking of doing a bunk.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Now we've got a chase on our hands.

Son, what's happened, Dad?

What's happened is that Dr. Weatherill
talked, and for once I actually listened.

I've not been handling things too well.

She says, as a lady psychiatrist,
comes to the hospital once a week.

Can help.

I see.

I've got a few things to learn.

How do you mean?

About being the Dad.

Really, the Dad is just... I know,
I know.

I've been pushing you too hard in
directions you don't want to take.

I love you.

I know.

I've just got to start finding a different
way to show it, huh?

Can we start again?

Of course.

You can't run away any more than I can.

What's your real name?

It wouldn't be Patrick Wilton by any
chance, released from armory six weeks ago

from serving two years for blackmail and
deception.

How do you know that?

Well, I'm a police officer.

You made a habit of preying on vulnerable
women, seducing them and blackmailing them.

Not a very pleasant way to make a living.

I just met her, fell for her.

I haven't blackmailed Rachel.

Yet.

She's in love with me.

I haven't taken anything off her she
hasn't wanted to give.

And I found out Rosemary was coming back
at the weekend.

Saw your scarpered with his car without
telling her.

And she's so terrified that
he's going to find something out

that she's going along with
this charade that you're him.

Or have I got it wrong?

I'll make you an offer.

If I make this official, the only person
that will suffer is Rachel.

I want you to inform the police, using
your real name, that you stole the car.

Could you have sent back to jail?

Well, that's a risk you'll have to take.

But stealing a car is a much lesser
offence than blackmailing.

Mrs Milburn.

Philip here has a problem he wants to
discuss with you.

Only, you don't have long to decide.

Oh, hi.

Just after this meeting Milburn just
called.

I say, come on.

Have you heard the rumours?

Yes.

And I think you might have given me an
explanation.

What?

About Lizzie spending the night in your
flat.

Well, yes she did.

She got drunk and fell asleep.

I see.

Well, I could hardly tip her out,
could I?

No.

No, of course you couldn't.

Are you ready for the meeting,
Doctor?

Yes, of course I'm ready.

Look, I've got to go.

Can we talk about this later?

We've, er, had that conversation.

Ah.

He's going to do as you suggested.

Good.

I'm very grateful.

Oh, that's all right, love.

You've suffered enough already.

He's broken up enough marriages.

With any luck, you won't see him again.

What are you doing?

Never you mind.

That meeting's for doctors only.

Good afternoon, all.

I won't beat about the bush.

Some of you may have heard rumours about
the future of this hospital.

Mr Harper here from the DHA would like to
make an announcement.

A recent inspection by myself and other
officials from the Health Authority found

this hospital to be inefficient in many
respects.

In the light of this,
the DHA has decided that

a process of
rationalisation should occur.

Rationalisation?

The hospital is to close.

All services to be transferred to
Ashfordly General.

Any questions?

Yes, I have one.

Mr Middleditch, you've already discussed
this with my superiors.

There have been further developments.

Developments?

Mr Hurst here will explain.

But this man is a patient.

A very grateful patient too.

I'm also a solicitor, Mr Harper.

Earlier today,
Mr Middleditch asked me to have

a look at the title
deeds of this building.

It seems that when the Health Authority
took over the building from the

Middleditch family, a clause was included
stating that if they should ever cease to

be a hospital, the title would revert back
to the family.

What?

So that if the DHA ever wanted to sell the
building to a developer or a hotelier,

they wouldn't be able to.

This can't be right.

I think you'll find that it is,
sir.

I shall have to consult my superiors.

I already have.

And I think you'll find
that this place is likely

to remain a hospital
for many years to come.

Come in.

Hey-h*.

Hello.

Fancy a drink?

Why not, eh?

Thanks for sorting Don the assignment out.

Oh, it's all right.

He didn't take that much doing,
really.

He probably couldn't hit a woman,
could he?

Now, that is just false majesty.

Oh, do you think?

Yeah, I know.

There's a lot more to it than that.

I just wish you could spin your magic on
me.

I'm sure it'll get better, you know.

Well, for the life of me, I can't imagine
how.

Except, er...

Except what?

I'm really fond of you, Jo.

I'm really fond of you, Gordon.

No.

I mean, I'm really fond.

Don't think that was such a good idea,
do you?

No.

I better go.

Yeah.

Jill, erm... I'll,
erm... I'll see you tomorrow, Gordon, OK?

Look,
when I came back in after saying goodnight,

I found Lizzie eating
a world of her own.

Even more than usual.

She was pretty much unconscious.

So, what did you do?

Well, what could I do?

I left her in my bed, spent a very
uncomfortable night on the sofa.

What is it?

It's all I've got.

It's fine.

So, am I forgiven?

If anyone needs forgiving, it's me.

It's just there were so many rumours
going round the nurses... Listen.

If I wanted someone
to spend the night here,

you know damn well it
wouldn't have been Lizzie.

Oh, yeah?

So who would you have wanted?

Think about that one.

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