01x07 - Crash

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I need someone in my life.

I need a ghetto 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?

Woke up this morning feeling fine.

There's something special on my mind.

Last night I met a new girl in the
neighborhood.

Morning, David.

Morning.

Something tells me I'm into something.

Staff nurse Taylor enjoy the rest around
here.

Apart from the fat chap murdering Tosca.

He's been on to you already.

He's not only the worst tenor in the
world, he's also an obsessive

hypochondriac and a very enthusiastic
gossip.

This is a very small town, David.

News travels fast.

The young doctor, the beautiful nurse,
the knockie.

Knockie wasn't on the menu.

Excuse me, Gordon.

Ciao.

Now, have you got a moment?

Not now.

It's important.

I'm really late.

I'll see you later.

What name is it, please?

Hersey.

I beg your pardon?

Bernard Hersey, transitional management
group.

I'll tell Mr. Middlebicher here.

Hold on.

Name tags.

Make one out for each member of staff.

First name, last name, job, and then we'll
all know who we are.

I know that already.

I don't.

I'll see my own way through.

Don't worry, Mr. M,
I'll meet you... Ray!

Ah, Mr. Hersey, the vanguard of the new
regime.

Oh, I'm the assistant administrator.

Quite so, as you said in your memo.

Let me introduce Ken Hopkirk, our head
porter.

Mr. Middlebicher has explained to you
about the new stationery.

No, but do you want me to order some more?

As a matter of fact, my cousin's... This is
the stationery we'll be using henceforth.

Invoices, port ledger, petty cash.

Stores dockets.

What am I supposed to do with these?

I'm sure you'll find a use.

Right.

The kid over in the street.

Mr. Greengrass, are you back again?

I know.

I'm on my more handsome twin brother.

Could you put Doctor's lights out,
please?

How can we be of assistance to you and
your great work, Mr. Hersey?

I intend to shadow you for today.

That should help decide how to allocate
tasks in the future.

With the changeover,
we intend to introduce a

larger management
team to increase efficiency.

I see.

How much larger?

Five, six.

I can't imagine what you'll all do.

That's why I'm here.

Now, what is on your schedule for today?

My schedule?

Well, Doctor Alway is retiring today.

And I have got to write a speech for his
farewell party at lunchtime.

Do you really intend to sit there and
watch me?

If you don't mind.

When I was in chemicals, we always found
this type of exercise invaluable.

I'm beginning to understand why you'll
need five or six people to do my job.

You don't think it would be more useful to
introduce yourself to the medical staff?

Meet the troops.

Excellent idea.

My loss will be there again.

Has Doctor Alway really been here since


I hope so.

I'm not having it engraved again.

Can I help?

Ah, Hussey Transitional Management.

It's concerning your flat.

Yes?

Well, currently the hospital doesn't have
an accounts office.

I'm looking at the plans.

Matron's accommodation would seem to be
the optimum site.

You want me to move out of my flat?

You wouldn't want to live in an accounts
office, would you?

When you come to know
the Royal a little better, you will

see that Matron needs to be
on call twenty-four hours a day.

That is why she has a flat in the
hospital.

When I was in chemicals, I always found
there was a tendency for middle management

to believe they were indispensable,
but they never are.

I leave you to your important work.

They can't move you out of your flat.

That's outrageous.

No, that is the shape of things to come.

I've knackered me back.

Dr. Cheriton?

It reminds me of that Tom Jones song.

You know, the green, green grass is home.

Check him over once he's settled.

Thank you, doctor.

Alan, you can put those in the store.

Ken.

Those, please.

Thank you.

Mr. Greengrass.

Sister Bridget, I thought I'd died and
gone to heaven.

There may be some chance of the former,
but I wouldn't count on the latter.

You mean you're not an angel?

No, but I need the patience of one where
you're concerned.

Where's my clothes?

You're not going anywhere.

Stay put.

Now, you know the drill, Mr. Greengrass.

Open wide.

I hope that's been washed.

What's up with you?

I found this up on Milner, right by
Greengrass's bed.



Must have fallen out of his court.

Did you see it fall out?

No.

No, neither did I.

So, it's lost property till someone can
prove it belongs to them.

Yeah, but if we know it's his,
it's thieving, isn't it?

No, no, no.

It's playing it by the book.

Sister, what's your last name?

Haven't got one.

But for the badge, I have to put first
name, last name, job.

Put first name, sister, last name,
Bridget.

What about job?

Sister.

Sister, Bridget, sister.

It don't look right.

Doesn't matter.

I won't be wearing it.

Good morning, Lizzie.

Dr. Alway, how are you?

All the better for seeing you.

Will you be needing a name tag,
seeing as how it's your last day?

Erm, no.

And if doctors are having to wear name
tags, I'm very glad it is my last day.

Did you know about Mr. Hussey's plan for
my flat?

I'm sorry, I should have mentioned it.

But I rather doubt if anything will come
of them.

I don't see how I can do my job.

Not the way I want to, if I have to move.

We all have to adapt, I'm afraid.

I'm not really the adapting type.

I'd like to offer my resignation.

I'm sorry, but I can't accept it.

I've put it in writing.

I really think it's for the best.

Meryl, you don't know what Matron's name
is, do you?

She doesn't need a name, she's just
Matron.

I think Mr. Hussey is going to have to
have a word with her.

I don't think that's such a good idea
either.

No cheesing today, I'm keeping my head
down.

We just can't seem to keep you awake,
can we, Mr. Greengrass?

No, that's all down to Sister Bridget,
Doctor.

I was missing her tender, loving care and
beautiful smile.

Whoops.

Yes, now Dr. Cheriton has very generously
handed you over to me.

He suggests you might be anaemic,
so I'm afraid

we're going to have to
take some blood from you.

Oh yes, I'm used to that.

People are always after it.

Sister Bridget?

I'd be delighted.

So tell me, what have you been up to?

Nothing too strenuous, I trust?

The odd parachute jump, climbed a couple
of mountains, swam the channel,

nothing special.

Yes, well, Sister Bridget said you were
exhausted when you arrived here.

It's probably why I was falling over a
lot.

I thought it was the drink.

I hope you've got a license for that.

What do you do?

Hello, Mr. Horse.

I've given you a name badge.

We all have to wear them now.

New rules.

Don't worry, I'll fill it in.

Oh, thanks.

Are you looking for something?

Hello, I'm feeling a bit cold because I
don't feel too good.

You're not looking very well.

That's why you should be in bed.

Come on.

Come on.

Cheers.

Thank you.

We haven't met.

I'm Hussey, and you are Dr. Crippen.

At your service.

And what do you do?

Cut people up.

I got a letter this morning.

I've been offered a new job.

You've hardly been here five minutes.

Before I applied here, I was interviewed
for a search post in London.

I didn't get it,
but the first choice candidates

pulled out,
and now they've offered the job to me.

It's a fantastic opportunity.

Well, congratulations.

Meryl,
the thing is... Ladies and gentlemen.

I don't want to miss this speech.

Come on.

Dr. Alway has asked me not to make a
speech.

But after working here for over 30 years,
he will

know that I never listen
to advice from doctors.

Mr. Middleditch.

Ah, you see?

I'm being heckled already.

This must be a record, even for one of my
speeches.

It's an emergency.

Baraby Bridge.

A court just crashed.

All heading for the same place?

Looks like it.

The other day... Well,
we can't pretend it didn't happen.

And there were reasons why we kissed.

Look, I really don't think this is the
right time.

OK?

I just need you to know it doesn't change
the way I feel about you.

Well, like I said, this isn't the right
time.

Oops.

Oh, my goodness, look.

I'm concerned about this crash.

The police estimate there may be 30
casualties.

The hospital can't possibly cope.

So will you turn the ambulances away at
the door, or shall I?

When I was in chemicals, the golden rule
was never exceed capacity.

In this business, we have to be rather
more flexible, I'm afraid.

Major, we'll need the nice staff nurses
back on duty.

They're on their way.

Well done.

Jim.

Yes?

Where are you going?

Well, I can see how it is.

I'll only be in the way.

You haven't retired yet.

Mr Rose has agreed to stay because of the
emergency, and he needs an anaesthetist.

Well, what about Dr Cheriton?

Dr Cheriton is running casualty.

Mr Rose is expecting you.

Oh, dear, I would like to keep Mr Rose
waiting.

Absolutely.

Cleared space in the consulting rooms,
like you said, but there's no beds.

Mr Hussey, three consulting rooms with
three beds.

Can you manage that?

Where do I get them?

I'm sure a man who's
been in chemicals for

as long as you can
work that out for himself.

Morning.

What happened?

We reckon the brake's over, isn't it?

We came down here, driver couldn't make
the bridge.

Laurie coming the other way.

Haven't he sent the coach, do you think?

I don't know yet.

I reckon there's a fair few.

Who have you got out that looks critical?

Oh, the driver's in there, by the way.

All right, put him down here, please.

Take him now.

No, no, no, no, no.

We've got to check him first.

I don't want anyone moving anybody till
we've had a chance to assess him.

I dropped away the wheel.

Can you tell me your name?

Airway's clear.

Pulse is very fast.

Got some depressed ribs here.

He's losing blood somewhere.

Spleen?

You can't risk it.

This man's a priority.

How long will it take you to get him back
to the Royal?



Well, he needs to be back there in 15.

May I use your radio?

You may be able to pull the wool over the
doctor's eyes, but in my book,

if you're running around the ward,
you're not sick at all.

The doctor said I was
only... Malingering?

Now, we have a big emergency on today.

You are not to leave this bed.

Is that understood?

The way I'm feeling, I don't think I ever
will.

Sister, Matron asked if you could come to
Casualty.

Have you worried about Matron?

What about her?

She's asking a notice.

Nonsense.

I saw the letter.

You shouldn't go gossiping about it,
Lizzie.

But Matron can't leave.

Couldn't you talk to her?

Me?

She won't take advice from me.

This is the coach driver.

Yeah, we've got the message.

We'll take him straight to Finnegan.

Have you any idea how many more we should
expect?

A fair number.

Not all as bad as him.

There's two more ambulances on the way.

Are they coping at the scene?

Just about.

I've seen some crashes down there.

But nothing like this.

It's a right mess.

Well, good luck.

Thank you.

Ah,

another customer.

Sister Brigid will need more help in here.

What was Dr. Ormerold's diagnosis?

Rubs his spleen.

I tend to agree.

Whenever you're ready, Dr. Alway.

We're going to patch you up, old chap.

Staff nurse, would you be so kind as to
fetch my tobacco pouch?

I suspect this will be a two-pipe
operation.

You miss all this in London?

Listen, I might not go.

That's what I wanted to ask you about.

I've been to London twice, you know.

First time I saw Santa Claus and Mr. Holly
at Selfridges.

Second time, it was Ken Dodd at the
Palladium.

I don't have much else to say about
London.

Do you want me to stay here?

What's that got to do with it?

Look, I'll see you later.

You know what his lordship gets like if he
has to wait for his tobacco.

You're doing fine.

I'll try not to be too long.

Jill!

Have you got any more splits?

No, I haven't.

We're running out of plasma as well.

Well, let's see if I can get some more
sent out.

Look, there's still people inside here.

They're going to be the worst injured.

Well, let's get in there then.

Matron.

Huh?

It seems there's a rumor going around that
you're resigning.

Is there?

I hope I'm not speaking out of turn,
but... I'd be very sad to see you go.

I've always thought that nursing's not a
job.

It's a vocation.

So did I.

But it would seem we're hopelessly
old-fashioned.

It's a job now.

Cut.

Thank you, Dr. Alway.

My pleasure, Dr. Crippen.

Pity you're retiring just when you're
beginning to show some promise.

Perhaps it's best to quit while you're at
the top.

Hardly at the top.

Out of the foothills, certainly.

Cut.

Hey, Claude.

You look as though you've lost a bit of
weight.

That's not all I've lost.

Anything I can help you with?

Like what?

Well, you said you'd lost something.

I may have found something.

Oh, really?

Well, if the summit you've found is a
summit I've lost, I'd like it back, please.

Don't worry.

I'll cross your palm.

The thing is, if I had found summit, I'd
have to hand it straight over to the police.

Oh, yeah.

And pigs might.

Well, I don't see how they have any
choice.

I mean, you haven't reported anything
missing, have you?

No, but then again, I've not been well,
have I?

No.

Shame.

Right, I'm Dr Wetherill.

What's your name?

Frank Osborne.

Hello there, Frank.

Right, now... Your foot's trapped,
so I'm gonna...

I'm gonna give you something for the pain,
and

then we're gonna try to get you out,
all right?

Need any help?

Yeah, yeah.

Could you try to get round to the other
side to see some blood?

What?

We need some help down here, now!

Please!

Looking for something?

Mr. Middleditch asked me to locate some
beds.

Well, you're not gonna find them in there.

There should be a
store's inventory listing the

location of every item
of hospital property.

Don't need one.

It's all in here.

Well, that's not good enough.

The first thing I noticed
about this hospital was

a general reluctance
to put anything on paper.

Mr. Middleditch isn't much of a one for
red tape.

He just likes to get the job done.

And I imagine that suits you very well,
doesn't it?

You might even, as they say, make a bob or
two on the side.

I resent that.

And unless you've got some proof,
you're for the high jump.

Three hundred pounds in that drawer.

Where did this come from?

Oh, that.

Let's... I can explain that.

I found it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hopkirk, but I wasn't born
yesterday.

I shall be bringing this to
Mr. Middleditch's attention,

and you may be the one
that's for the high jump.

What do you think?

It's almost severed.

I think they're gonna have to amputate.

Poor kid.

We've got another one, Doctor.

We can get in through the side.

I'll go.

No, no.

Right behind you.

Come on.

Why is nobody wearing name tags?

I've had other things to do.

We're running out of chairs.

I gave you specific instructions,
time to see to it.

And would you be so kind as to find Mr.
Middleditch?

I need someone to open the safe for me.

I can do that for you.

I see.

Who could you type up these notes by the
end of the afternoon?

No, I can't undo the wrong I've done.

But please, baby, please, I'm begging on
my knees.

Please take me back and give me one more
chance.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Just a little bit too late.

A little bit too late.

Meryl, how's it going?

Just waiting for the next one.

I can't stay.

One minute.

It's about right for us, isn't it?

What is it?

Three nights done, then off to the bright
lights?

No, just listen.

I haven't decided about
taking the job because

there was something
I needed to know first.

I know we haven't known
each other that long,

but if I did come,
would you come with me?

What?

Doctor!

I'm sorry to spring this on you,
but I need to decide about the job today.

It's nice to be asked.

Right, what have we got?

His foot was crushed.

I've lost the pulse.

Let's get more fluids into him.

Can you get another drip ready?

Come on, how are we going to get this
opened?

I'm just going to get me gel at night.

Hang on, you've seen it done in the films,
haven't you?

I'll keep middleditch out.

Alan?

Yeah, come in.

Hang on a minute, my job's on the line
here.

Sorry, I'm supposed to be in theatre.

Good God, he's got more lines coming into
him than a telephone exchange.

We've found a pulse.

He's not going to die.

Matron has spoken.

I assume the Almighty is listening.

Almost certainly if he's got any sense.

Give me the anesthetics room.

Mr. Middleditch.

The very man I wanted to see.

Have you got those beds yet?

No, there's something that's come up.

I want those beds now,
before this hospital turns

into something reminiscent
of the Crimean w*r.

You're Mr. Hopkirk, the person I should
have spoken to in the first place.

Lizzie, can you find your father for me,
please?

Can you use a mop?

I'm a manager.

Then kindly manage to keep out of the way.

Dad?

Lizzie, I can explain.

Mr. Middleditch needs you now.

Isn't it?

Could you give her the combination of the
safe?

Of course I can't.

That's confidential.

I know that, but it is a bit of an
emergency.

There's a lot of an emergency out there.

And Mr. Middleditch said now.

Could you fetch Dr. Ormod, please?

This is his wife.

Do you want me to do this?

Yeah.

I just don't understand what she was doing
on this couch in the first place.

She never said she was... I'm
sure she had her reasons, Gordon.

And, aside from the head wound, I really
can't see anything else wrong with her, so.

..

Right, yeah.

Right, I'll go and see what the ambulance
has got to.

Right?

How is he?

Oh, better than he was.

Just hope he wasn't planning her career as
a footballer.

Did you amputate?

No, the crash did that.

I just finished the job.

Very dirty wound.

Cleaned it up as best I could,
but there's a chance of septicemia.

You'll need antibiotics.

If you, er... let me know when he comes
round, I'll... I'll... I'll speak to him.

It's all right.

I'll do that.

Thank you.

I've been thinking about that cash you
lost.

I reckon it must be yours.

I did find it right next to your bed.

And you realised it couldn't have been
Sister Bridget's wage package?

Anyway, here's the lost property,
Chitty.

All you've got to do is sign for it and
you can have it back safe and sound.

You've got more chance of knitting
frog-arm signing note.

You won't give it back otherwise.

I'm going to get me a cup of tea,
three sugars,

not too much milk
while I think about it.

And a piece of cake.

Do you want to take a break, Alan?

I'll do this.

Yeah, wouldn't mind.

Thanks.

Heard about the operation?

Yeah.

Have you had a chance to think?

Not really.

I like the work here, though.

Well, my job's in London.

But I'm 24 and I'm doing the job of a
sister.

I'd never get that in a big hospital.

You don't have to live in London.

That's why I wanted to talk.

Look, it's not just moving.

I want promotion.

One day I'd like to be a matron.

You're not the only one with a career.

I'm sorry, Claude.

I'm going to need a signature.

Aye.

What's in it for you, Ken?

Nothing.

I'm not just doing my job.

That'll be the day.

I know a worried face when I say one.

Come on, come on.

What's it like?

And I want the truth.

There's been a bit of a misunderstanding.

This new manager thinks I've nicked it.

If we don't think of something fast,
you're going

to lose your money and
I'm going to lose my job.

Remind me, what money is it you're
actually talking about?

Jill, could you drive my car back to the
road, please?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

All right, gently.

Thanks.

She's going to be all right.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

Thank you.

Are you going to sign?

I don't know, Ken.

I don't like the idea of signing out.

OK.

Maybe I should go to the police.

There's got to be something dodgy about
that cash.

Hang on.

I'm sure we can sort this over,
Terrell.

You've changed your tune.

Yeah, well, I'm very versatile like that,
but it is actually my money, you know.

Can you prove it?

I wouldn't have to if you hadn't have
stuck your oar in.

All right, well, where did you get it
from?

All right.

There's this old farmer who lives up on
the moors.

They call him Happy Jack because he's the
one who's miserable.

He died about a year
ago when I was in

Barbados and nobody's
been up there since then.

Can you just...?

Well, I'd done some work for him and I'd
never got paid.

I knew he didn't trust banks, so I knew
his money would be hidden somewhere,

but it took me all night to find it.

Was it in the teapot?

No, it was stuck between the pages of a
pipe.

You know what they say, the pleasure of
those that help themselves.

Aye,
and stuffed of those who can't prove where

they got the money from,
so get thinking fast.

You take over, please, sister.

I need to find out where my children are.

Yes, you do that.

Don't worry, you'll be fine now.

What's the story here?

There's been a bit of a misunderstanding
about some money.

I don't know whether Mr Russell has said
anything to you.

I know and I don't want to know.

Well, the thing is, he's told me I could
get the sack.

Did he indeed?

I don't want that.

I'll be in reception if I'm news.

Come on, Lizzie.



Mr Middleditch always says it's useful to
remember, just to be on the safe side.

I'll remember this.

You'd better add.

Mr Russell asked me to type up this report,
all the changes he wants to bring in.

If he has his way, I'll be out of a job,
too.

Frank?

What's happening?

You're in the Royal, at Elsenby.

You were in a bad accident.

I remember.

You've had an operation.

Your foot was very badly damaged in the
crash.

The doctor had to amputate it.

But it's there.

I can feel him.

No, I'm sorry.

Do I get a parrot?

An eye patch and all?

No.

Lizzie, have there been any messages for
me?

It's important.

No.

All right.

Can you please phone Mrs Malkin for me?

She's our next-door neighbour.

Tell her that I will pick up the children,
but not just yet, as soon as I can.

And will you tell her that Caroline's been
hurt in a crash?

Just so she knows.

Is there anything else?

No.

Thanks.

No, there's nothing.

Dr Omerod.

I'm really sorry.

Gordon.

I'm afraid Caroline has severe head
injuries and a fractured skull.

Brain damage?

Don't know.

I'm having a move to Ashfordly General.

What is it you're not telling me?

Oh, nothing.

It's not my field.

But you must realise it.

Yes.

I'll go with her in the ambulance.

I suggest you make whatever arrangements
you have to and follow on by car.

Slacker.

The first time I've sat down all day.

Me too.

Want some?

Thanks.

You want an answer?

I haven't even thought.

Don't think.

Tell me what you want.

All we've done is talk about jobs and
careers and where we live.

None of that matters.

What I should have said...

What I should have said is I love you.

What do I have to do, marry you?

You don't even know me.

I know you enough.

Who says?

All right, if you're serious,
give me three

good reasons why I
should go away with you.

Let alone marry you.

I just said I love you.

That's a reason for you to marry me,
not the other way round.

Not three proper reasons.

Here we go again.

Just the one, how are you?

I'll be nice.

I really do need to speak to you about
your port of Hopkirk.

I'm sure it can wait.

When I was in chemicals,
personnel matter of this

importance would have
been dealt with post haste.

Well, you are in hospitals now.

And at the Royal, we put the patients
first.

At the moment,
there are at least a dozen of

them who require
transport to take them home.

If you really want to make yourself useful,
find the list

of volunteer drivers and
arrange that transport for them.

Ah, Matron, have all the passengers been
accounted for now?

We've just seen to the last one.

Right, well, in that case, would you make
sure that all the nurses have a meal break?

You too.

I don't need a break.

Well, I do.

I don't feel right in taking it while
you're still at work.

Mr. Middlewich, the patient wants to have
a word.

Oh, come on.

Well, the thing is, I've got to go to
Ashfordly, so I was just wondering whether

there was any way you could possibly look
after them.

No, of course not.

No, of course I understand.

Thanks.

How is she?

Still unconscious.

They're transferring her to the General.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

I've got to find someone to look after the
children.

Right, well, I'll do that for you.

But you're going to be needed here.

I'll see to it.

Go on.

Right.

Go on.

Really.

I've got to go.

Oh, Gordon.

Car keys.

You drive carefully.

Not that it's any business of mine,
Mr. Greengrass,

but where exactly did this


King Farook.

Really?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's an oss.

I added it in a cumulator, a cataract.

We're midland boy and a couple more.

So, about 200 quid of it.

You know, I've got the betting slip
somewhere.

That's unless it's come missing and all.

What about the other 100?

That was my life savings.

I mean, every penny I've got in the world.

I mean, I think it's terrible,
Mr. Middle, for somebody to come and nick

somebody off somebody who's sick when
they're unconscious.

Why has it taken you so long to tell us
all this?

Well, I've not been very well,
you see.

I've got more things wrong with me than
the doctors have got cures for.

In any case, I think it could be an inside
job.

I want all the walking wounded seated in
alphabetical order.

Do you want them walking or sitting?

Sitting.

They keep moving around.

That's why they call them walking wounded.

But I can't count them if they don't stay
still.

If they sit down, they'll be sitting
wounded.

It doesn't matter.

I need to know how many of them are here.

I've got a list.

Why didn't you say?

You never asked.

Do you want me to give them badges?

No.

Suit yourself.

Excuse me, is this yours?

It was on the floor.

Someone could have tripped over it.

Then there'd be the falling down wounded.

If you could just take a bit more care.

We've had enough accidents for one day.

Do you think she's really going to leave?

I've no idea.

What will she do?

The Royal, it's her whole life.

She's always here.

I'm sure she'll have plans.

Has she told you?

No.

She wouldn't do that.

When you come to think about it, there's
more I don't know about her than I do.

I've always wondered who he is.

He's a bit of all right.

He was my fiance.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He was in the RAF.

He was k*lled in action.

I didn't mean to speak out of turn.

Who wants more tea?

I have a feeling I know what you're going
to ask.

He's a bad bus driver.

He's recovering from a major operation.

You can see him tomorrow at the earliest.

Fair enough.

Officer.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I need your help with a small matter that
has just copped up.

Would you come in?

Can I ask you something?

Go on.

Your fiance.

What happened to him?

Was that why you became a nurse?

Yes, I suppose so.

Seemed like a useful thing to do.

Isn't it still?

Sister Bridget said you'd never change
your mind.

But you should.

You've all been discussing my future,
haven't you?

You obviously have far too much time on
your hands.

I'll bear that in mind when I'm drawing up
the next rotor.

You should be back in casualty.

I've got a reason.

What?

I make you laugh.

My aunt's dog does that.

Well, I don't sniff lampposts or bark at
strangers.

Wait till you're a consultant.

See, that's a reason.

Could you phone Mr. I.

Chapman and ask him to collect patient
Andrews, C.

Mrs. Where's she gone?

Mr. Hussey.

PC Bellamy, Ashfordly Police.

Can I ask you a few questions,
sir?

I beg your pardon?

Did you take an envelope containing £300
from the lost property store in Mr.

Hopkirk's office?

Yes, it's in the hospital safe.

No, no, it's not.

Mr. Middlebitch, check that for me.

You saw me put it there.

No, I didn't.

He gave me that report to type.

This is ridiculous.

I've checked the lost property inventory
and you didn't record it there.

Is this yours, sir?

Yes,
but... Do you mind if I have a look inside?

What's this then?

I did not put that in there.

I tried to explain to Mr. Middlebitch.

On the face of it, I think we've a pretty
strong case here.

I think this is perhaps a matter that we
can deal with internally.

Right.

Well, I'll leave it with you then.

Missy, why are all these people still
here?

I was waiting for Mr. Hussey to organise
something.

Mr. Hussey,
has it never occurred to you that the

chemicals industry may
be missing your talents?

And that given your failure to grasp even
the basics of patient care, and your,

shall we say,
carelessness with other people's

property,
they may be better employed there?

You're all in on this, aren't you?

I shall make a full report.

And so shall I, in triplicate.

I've got a hit in talents.

What?

That's reason number two.

I've got a lot to offer.

Such as?

I live in Italian.

Always useful in the restaurante nappoli.

You'd have had zupa inglesis as a starter.

Look, I didn't know English suit meant
trifle.

So it's a good thing that
someone with my breadth

of linguistic skills was
there to look after you.

That's two reasons.

And how is our patient, sister?

We're hoping for a speedy recovery.

Speak for yourself.

I am.

I'm glad to say that your money has been
recovered, Mr. Greengrass.

I had an idea it should all get sorted
out.

Usually, in these circumstances,
it's customary to

make a small donation
to the hospital appeal fund.

Is it?

I'd like to help, Mr. Middleby.

As you know, I'm nearly an old age
pensioner.

Of course, of course, of course.

I have, however, one concern.

You gave me an account of how you obtained
that money.

Now, you know young Alan Morris,
he follows racing.

And he seems to remember that came for a
fella at second last.

Does he?

What if I were to donate 25 quid?

I was thinking more of a hundred.

I could probably go to 50.

Agreed.

Are you all right there, Mr. Greengrass?

I think I'm losing the will to live.

Third reason.

You love me too.

You don't know that.

You haven't said you don't.

I said I didn't know.

You'll have to come up with something
better than that.

This isn't a game, Meryl.

Will you come with me?

No, I'm sorry, David.

Fair enough.

Any change in blood pressure can get me
now.

Could you spare a moment, Mr. Middleditch?

Yes, of course.

Perhaps I was a bit hasty resigning.

If it's not too late... No,
it's not.

May I ask why you changed your mind?

I remembered why I came into nursing in
the first place.

It's easy to lose sight of that.

The Royal needs you, Matron.

Now more than ever.

I think the Royal can manage without me.

But perhaps I need the Royal.

Just take a look at your blood test,
Mr. Greengrass.

You definitely have anemia.

Anemia?

I wish it was amnesia, because I'd
certainly like to forget a lot of today.

I'm afraid we'll have
to keep you in until

we can discover what's
causing the condition.

It's probably the malaria, but there are
other things we should rule out.

I might as well move in here for good.

You might have to climb over Sister
Bridge's dead body first.

Oh, Sister, Dr. Sheridan was just saying I
might have to move in here indefinitely.

I thought you were going back to Barbados.

Me?

Oh, no, no.

You must be confusing me with my more
handsome twin brother again.

Well, if you're not going there,
I think I might.

Well, as I was saying before I was so
rudely interrupted...

Today, we are saying goodbye to Dr. Alway.

Jim Alway has always seemed to me to embody
everything that's best about the Royal.

Dedication and knowledge, born of hard
work and experience.

Compassion and skill
and an ability to see

patients as people and
not merely caseloads.

He also has shown an
astonishing ingenuity,

verging on the eccentric
in solving problems.

Today, we are losing not only a colleague,
we're losing a very good friend.

And that perhaps is what has always made
the Royal that little bit different.

The friendships that we've all made here.

And after all that, we fob him off with a
carriage clock.

Oh, well, thanks very much.

Thank you.

I... Oh, yes, Lizzie told me that I had to
wear this badge.

Apparently, I'm Dr. Alway's.

Well, I do hope that should some locum job
come up, I might at least be Dr.

Sometimes.

I... I know you all face
an uncertain future.

You know, without your work,
inside and outside

the hospital,
lives would have been lost today.

It was an example of the Royal at its very
best.

Where's Caroline?

They're taking you to Leeds.

To the neurological unit.

But, as little one keeps saying,
it's early days.

I... I collected the children for you.

Thanks.

Is Lizzie looking after them?

No, no, Mr. Little b*tch had a better
idea.

Apparently, the hospital library has about


I think Ken's on back number four.

Gordon.

Why was she on that bus?

Better get them home.

Are we going for a drink?

If you want.

Well,
I don't know what kind of day you've had,

but I could definitely
do with half a shandy.

My day wasn't too good either.

Some plans fell through.

Really?

It was probably a bad idea, anyway.

Well, you don't know my reputation.

What's that?

Half a shandy, and I'd say yes to
anything.

Are you taking the job?

We'll see.