02x03 - Thicker Than Water

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I need someone in my life I need a girl to
hold me 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

There's a little truth in every lie you
tell me

All right, Drip.

They were sh**ting rabbits.

He got in the way.

Morning, Father.

You're early.

Yeah, it's a busy day in the parish today.

The Bishop's coming to inspect our little
refuge with our holiday.

Best foot forward, eh?

Oh, yes.

What have we got?

A shotgun to the chest.

It's Mr. Rose here.

Jack is in.

Good.

Morning, Lizzie.

Morning, Mr. Middleditch.

Oh, you're back.

How was Scotland?

Excellent, thank you.

Morning, Matron.

Nice to see you again.

Sorry, can't stop.

There's an emergency expected in casualty.

Welcome back, by the way.

Nothing's changed, I see.

How about a nice cup of tea, Lizzie,
in my office?

Of course.

Bless you.

Oh, Lord.

Mr. Middleditch!

Morning, darling.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Come on, eh?

This is him, then, is it?

The man they mistook for a rabbit?

That's right.

Hobbs?

Not good, I'm afraid.

Pulse 130.

Blood pressure?



OK, so we've got massive internal
bleeding.

What do we do?

Try to stop it, sir.

We do a thoracotomy.

One for me, I think, Gordon.

It is rather major.

I need to get him across to Ashford,
then.

There's a safety movement like this.

I'm afraid we've got no option.

I must have the right facilities.

Also, you'll need something more than
saline.

What are we doing about blood?

Well, I was going to raid the emergency
own egg from eternity.

Get on with it, then, quick as you can.

See to it, Staff Nurse.

Yes, Matron.

And get someone to arrange a police
escort.

Sir.

What's going on?

If you'd like to wait through there,
someone will come and talk to you very soon.

OK.

Phil, Mr. Rose wants him transferred to
Ashford with the ASAP.

Could you give us an escort?

Yes, sure.

Yes.

The DHA insists in having a totally
unnecessary finger in our pie,

Mr. Harper.

We really cannot expect you to have to
share a desk.

Especially when you have such a bout of
paperwork.

Ah, Ken.

As you can see, I am now back.

So Mr. Harper will be moving to another
office.

Right, Mr. Middlelitch.

We're stacking all this stuff outside in a
corridor.

Perhaps you would be kind enough to give
him a hand moving it.

Right, Mr. Middlelitch.

Where to?

I'm sure you've found a suitable spot.

The police are ready when you are.

Passes up again.



Take him anyway.

Right.

Let's get going.

Gordon, if you'll charm with him,
I'll go on ahead.

No point in hanging around, old chap.

If we don't get him stabilised,
we'll never stop the bleeding.

We'll probably need staff notes to come
along with it, if that's all right.

As long as we get her back before this
afternoon's theatre, Doctor.

We've got a dental surgeon coming in and
you know what he's like.

See you later.

Don't talk to any strange doctors.

What's happening?

Who are you?

His brother.

And I'm his wife and this is our son.

We were all at the nursery... Just
tell us if he's going to be all right.

He's being moved to Ashfordly General.

Don't be alarmed.

It's quite normal to transfer a patient in
this sort of case.

So if you want to follow the
ambulance... We're sh**ting rabbits.

Oh, come on.

Yeah, yeah, but I don't know how it
happened.

One minute he was standing there in the
name.

Let's concentrate on getting him well
first.

Then we can worry about all that later.

Come along.

So where's Harper now?

I don't know.

He's probably waiting for me to find him
an office.

Snooping about making the nuisance of
himself more like.

Come in.

Ah, Ken.

Oh, George.

What are you doing here?

Giving us heart attacks.

Don't you tell me about heart attacks.

I'm in big trouble and I need your help.

I like the sound of that.

Do you, Alan?

No.

Listen, I've just got to go and check that
tapping casualty.

I need 30 sheets and 30 pillowcases now.

I've got the refuge.

Are you all right, kids?

Yeah.

Quick, Doctor.

He's got me on the spoolie.

She was taken badly.

She's in a terrible state.

Help!

Help!

Nurse!

Help!

Over it.

She's in there.

Right.

OK, we need a blanket, some hot water,
some towels.

Ah!

Ah!

Dear old dear George.

The bishop gives you all this money,
raised by charity, and you go and spend it.

I was going to give it back.

I just saw an opportunity to make it grow,
that's all.

For the refuge.

Come on, Ken.

I'm going to lose my job.

What is his job?

Oh, he's a warden of, er... Oh,
what's it called?

The St Barnabas refuge for homeless men.

It's the best job I've ever had.

And now he's going to get the sack.

Because he's made off
with the money that were

put aside for the new
sheets and pillowcases.

And he's bought a load of tea,
he's made.

Yeah, they were a bargain.

And the bishop's coming round
to inspect the new sheets and

pillowcases on the poor old men's beds,
only there aren't any.

Come on, Ken, it's not funny.

You've got cupboards full of the things.

I don't want to borrow them overnight.

I'm bringing them back and Mrs Nozbeke can
wash them in the laundry.

No, no, no, no.

I'm not involving Pearl.

All right.

I'll take them to the con and get the nuns
to wash them.

And I'll get them back here first thing in
the morning.

How's that?

Come on, Ken.

For old time's sake, eh?

That's too risky.

What if I give you one of the teas,
mate?

Two.

Because Alan wants one for his new flat,
don't you, Norman?

Yes, Ken.

Whatever a tea's made is, I definitely
need it.

I'm so sorry.

Maggie Thomas.

Yep.

One of yours, I think.

Fastest labour I've ever seen.

The greengrocer hadn't picked her up.

I think she'd have had her on the street.

Six kids already.

Severe hemorrhage last time.

Doctor always warned her on no account to
get pregnant again.

And now we've got number seven.

We've no better maternity doctor.

We'll have to put her in a side ward.

That's fine, that's fine.

What about the other children?

Can the father pick them up?

There's a way at sea.

We've formed a neighbourhood.

With no antenatal care whatsoever.

I can't believe anyone would be so daft.

Still, the baby's fine.

Yes, but it might so easily not have been.

And as for Maggie herself... Well,
it's crazy.

She doesn't want more children,
but she won't use birth control.

Why?

Because she's a Catholic.

And who makes the rules?

Celebrate priests.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean...
I wasn't thinking.

It's all right, Doctor.

I hold my faith strong enough to take a
bit of criticism.

I'll just get her settled in.

Whoops.

Here we are.

Ah, Mr Harper, I wonder if you could,
um...

Mr and Mrs Harris here need somewhere
private.

They just had a very great shock.

Do, do please sit down.

And feel free to use my telephone if you
want to.

Thank you.

Shall we leave them in peace?

Is that really an appropriate use of your
office?

Couldn't it have waited in reception?

Tea, I think, Matron.

Exactly what they need.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, I did, old chap.

My word.

Just look at all this stuff of yours.

Which reminds me, I think Mr Hopkirk has
finally struck gold.

Follow me.

And what about the sheets?

George is going mad with waiting.

Well, let's get an upper sort first.

Right.

What do you think?

Perfect.

Right, come on.

It wasn't Kenneth.

What are you doing with my talking
buckets?

The cupboard's been requisitioned.

Temporarily.

Here we are.

Half entirely ready.

Don't worry, Mr Middleitch, give us ten
minutes.

It'll be the coziest little office you
ever saw.

My cupboard, an office?

Well, it better be temporary, that's all I
can say.

Well, Father, have you heard the good
news?

Maggie Thomas has had another baby.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Just this morning and... Yes, Lizzie?

I'm ever so sorry, Sister, but I've got
the dental patients in reception.

Well, send them along to their wards,
then.

Yeah, but one of them won't go.

He says he's changed his mind about his
teeth.

She's in the side room.

Why don't you pop in and say hello?

I'll do that, Sister.

Come along then, Lizzie.

Although why you can't deal with this sort
of thing yourself, I don't know.

Maggie, my child.

Congratulations.

Another little soul to join the flock.

Maggie?

Maggie, are you all right?

So this is our reluctant patient,
is it?

Yes, Sister.

Well, now, who'd have believed it?

A great fellow like yourself making such a
silly fuss.

People have their wisdom teeth out every
day of the week.

Yes, well, I like to keep mine.

If Mr. Wilson thinks those teeth need to
come out, then out they must come.

And that's all there is to it.

Maggie, can you go to Mrs. Thomas,
please?

I'll see you in the ward in a few minutes.

And I don't want any more nonsense.

Come on, follow me.

Robert?

There's nothing for us here.

Postpartum hemorrhage, is there?

Exactly the same as last time.

Put the drip in first.

I'll need the emergency O and egg blood
from the fridge, please.

You and Dr. Ormerod used that in casualty
this morning.

Right, we'll just have to make do with the
saline, then.

Fetch me a bottle, nurse, quickly.

Right.

She's had an ampoule of Ergometrin.

The other thing to try is a bimanual
compression.

Sorry, Father, would you mind?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Morning, Father.

Call to give a lump?

I'm sorry, I have the Bishop coming in a
great deal to prepare.

So is George.

Who's those sheets?

He's giving me the jitters.

And the bill of guesses.

Well, I'm not gonna stand this messin'
round too long.

Well, I'm telling you something,
you oughta know this.

Messin' round, just gotta go, because one
of these days you'll up and find me gone.

Well, I'm telling you something,
you oughta find out.

Come on, Dad.

This scene here won't do any good.

It won't bring Uncle Neil back.

Dad?

You can't stay here, Mr Harris.

These seats are for patients waiting for
doctors.

I mean, I'm sorry, but...

I'll get Matron.

What on earth are these, for heaven's
sake?

Oh, that's the new roster for the cleaning
staff, isn't it?

That's right.

Mr Harper wants them to work a shift
system.

But they are married women.

They work school hours only.

Ah, thanks.

Found you at last.

I need your help.

I've decided to do an inventory of the
hospital linen supplies.

Oh, no need for that, Mr Harper.

I have one already.

Here we are.

Exact numbers of everything.

Sheets, pillowcases,
towels... Excuse me.

Ah, yes, but unless it's one thing,
what's actually there could be another.

Which is why I want
you and me to go through

the cupboard together
and count every item.

Excuse me, yeah?

Mr Harper.

There is a man in reception and I don't
know what to do.

Look, you've had a huge shock and you
don't feel you can function.

And that's only natural.

Just sitting here isn't going to make
things any better.

I was the only one near him.

It must have been me.

Robert, stop it.

The men started to tap their rabbits
through so I pulled back the safety.

The trigger must have caught in something.

If it turns out it was his g*n,
I don't know how he's going to cope.

We haven't got a spare bed, have we?

Just to give him a little... well,
a little space.

We could squeeze him in at the end of
Milner, I suppose.

Well, we've interviewed everyone now.

Except Robert, of course.

Yes.

Well, I really don't think there's much
point in talking to him yet.

The man's an extreme state of shock.

In fact, I think I'm going to keep him in
under sedation for a while.

Excuse me.

Well, that's great, isn't it?

I haven't found a single witness for this
incident yet.

Absolutely no one at the nursery saw it
happen.

It's one of those days, isn't it?

I've had nothing but trouble all morning.

Yeah.

Now then, Mr Stockwell.

What's that?

It's called a pre-med.

It'll make you feel...
Back into bed this minute!

Come on!

In!

And turn over.

I haven't touched you yet.

What is Mr Robert?

He was shot as well, was he?

Keep still.

Hello, Mr Robert!

What are you doing here?

So where is your car exactly?

Up at the Harris's nursery.

Please, Jill,
it won't take longer than ten minutes,

otherwise I'm stuck for
picking the kids up from school.

You know something?

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Just because you want your car picked up?

Oh!

I love her, Mr Robert!

You know, I heard him and Mr Neil,
you know.

This morning.

Well, he didn't mean to, but they were
being very loud.

Just a minute, Ken.

What did you say just now?

David?

I think I'm going to have to leave it,
Major, and then wait him for him.

Thanks.

How are you going?

I mean, why can't the au pair pick the
children up, eh?

Because today is her language class.

How's Caroline?

The same.

Look, I meant what I said about backing
off if things change.

I don't want you to back off.

I need you, Jill.

I know, but in the future...

Well... Let's not think about the future,
eh?

I mean, why don't we just...

I'll live for the moment.

Yes, I'm...

OK.

So, how about a meal round at my place?

Yes, please.

When?

You choose.

Tomorrow night.

After I put the kids to bed.

OK.

Come here.

Tomorrow night, I shall look forward to
it.

So will I.

Put the baby in the nursery for the night
so she can get some rest.

Good.

Mind if I have a chat?

Although I think you probably know what
I'm going to say.

Yes.

Doctor always warned you after the last
time not to have any more babies, didn't he?

Yes.

But it happened again, and we nearly
didn't save you this time.

Another time you might not be so lucky.

There really mustn't be another time.

I do seriously mean that.

I don't want any more children,
Doctor.

But I can't do anything about it.

You can.

You can use birth control.

So it's better you risk your life,
is it?

Shall I come back later?

No, no, don't worry.

OK, forget about birth control.

What about what you and Doctor Roy
discussed last time?

About doing a tubal ligation?

Come on, it's such a simple operation.

It'd sort the problem out once and for
all.

Will you think about it?

For the children's sake.

All right.

Promise?

Yes.

Good.

I'll get you the consent form.

Then, if you decide to go ahead,
you can sign it for me.

Yes?

He may be a witness.

I'll need to speak to him as well.

I'm afraid you can't.

Mr Stockwell's very sick after his
anaesthetic.

And Mr Harries is under sedation.

Look, you say you thought that David might
have overheard something.

Yes.

So he could be an important witness,
his vital.

I speak to him straight away.

We're pretty certain that the g*n that
fired the fatal shot was Robert's.

The man has died, Matron.

This is a serious matter.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to come back in the morning.

Not...

No...

No...

No...

No...

Not... You say it's not true.

If we don't get these interviews done this
morning, Mr Little Ditch...

Don't worry, you will.

I'm sure both men are up and about and
raring to tell you everything they know.

Good.

Ken?

Yes, Matron?

What's happened to my linen?

Two whole shelves seem to be missing.

That's odd.

They must be in the wash.

Why so much all at once?

I cannot imagine.

Go and see Pearl, will you?

Tell her to buck up.

Tell her I want it back before Mr Harper
does his wretched stock take.

Yes, Matron.

You've lost thirty sheets.

Not lost, relocated.

Cousin Kenneth.

Look, all you've got to do is say you've
got them should anyone ask.

I've got them?

Why?

Well, I don't know.

Just sit you got behind with the wash door
and make something up.

Give me one good reason why I should lie
for you.

Because we're family.

Also, there's a tease made in it for you.

A brand new tease being, you know,
as a sort of thank you.

You know, it's one of them things that wake
you up in the morning with a cup of tea.

I've got one of those.

It's called a husband.

I knew you'd say yes.

I just wanted to say how sorry I was about
Mr Neil.

That must have been terrible.

Especially after the argument.

What did you say?

What?

About an argument.

Yeah, I didn't mean to listen.

Mr Stockwell?

Come on, Mr Stockwell.

Constable Bellamy will be here any minute.

I know it's difficult to talk,
Mr Stockwell, but

try and tell the constable
exactly what you saw.

Well, I didn't see the sh**ting.

But you saw something before, didn't you?

No.

I saw Mr Robert and Mr Neil having a row.

Go on.

Well, I was there early, you see.

I had to deliver the nets to catch the
rabbits.

Well, I couldn't help hearing them,
Mr Bellamy.

No.

Of course you couldn't.

Well, I mean, what with Mr Robert?

He was shouting so loud and, well,
Mr Neil, he was...

He was sort of laughing.

And what was all that about?

Well, I don't know.

Think hard.

I think it was something about young
Michael.

There we are.

I don't need this anymore.

You're looking so much better.

What about the form?

Will you sign it, do you think?

What would you do?

What would I do?

Goodness, that'd never arise now,
would it?

Yeah.

But if you were me...

If I were you, with seven children,
and the risk to my life of having another,

I'd agree to the sterilisation.

Really?

Most certainly.

Thank you, sister.

I signed it last night.

You did?

And I'm quite sure you've done the right
thing.

Now then, let's get you washed.

And then I think we can bring baby back to
see his mummy.

Good morning.

I just thought I'd pop by to see how the
patient was doing.

And my word, how much better you're
looking today.

What have we here?

May I read this?

Who told you to sign this, Maggie?

No one.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

But father... No buts, Maggie.

This would be a mortal sin, and that's all
there is to it.

But the doctors told me it would be
dangerous.

Every child is a precious gift.

Robert had seven.

A precious gift that we must welcome with
open arms.

Leave it to God, Maggie.

We must accept what he brings to us.

So... tear it up.

Please... tear it up.

How do you mean late?

My laundry's never late.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm 30 sheets and 30
pillowcases short in my linen cupboard.

It's his maids.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, those sheets.

Yes.

Yeah,
Alan spilled something in the cupboard

matron and everything
had to be washed again.

You know, it was a bit of a rush job.

What?

Pardon?

Spilled what?

Soup.

Soup!

Could I have a word, father?

I don't think you're right.

I beg your pardon?

About Maggie.

It can't be God's will that she risk her
life again.

It just can't be.

She's nearly died twice.

A third time and we might not save her.

Surely it's better that she has the
operation.

You know the position of the church on
this, I hope.

We're not talking about birth control.

We're talking about a tubal ligation to
save a life.

I would have thought that was a bit
different.

And who are you to think anything?

If God gave us a brain, didn't he mean us
to use it?

Sister Bridget, try to remember what
you've been taught.

What is the most important rule of the
mind?

To empty it of all judgment and to accept
the teachings of your superiors.

I can't empty it.

In which case I shall be talking to Mother
Superior.

Ta-da!

Mission accomplished then, George.

I am the best one to treat.

The bishop will repeat himself to Father
John.

As washed by other knowns, he'll get
whiter than that.

Blimey!

All right, eh?

Proper starch needs that.

That's fantastic.

Come on then, get in here.

Right.

Say thanks again for me, will you?

Oi!

What about our tea's mates?

There you go.

Two, George.

Four girls.

Is he over here, Constable?

Excuse me.

Yes, but first thing this morning she told
me she'd signed it.

So?

Changed her mind.

Women change their minds all the time.

It's characteristic of the sex.

But she needs that operation.

Quite so, but if she doesn't
want it... She does want it.

I know she does.

I think we may be getting a trifle
over-involved, Dr. Sheridan.

Who made Maggie Thomas terror that form?

Was it you?

No.

I see.

Was it Father John?

I thought so.

You know, I really object to him
interfering like that.

It's nothing but bullying and
intimidation.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I really don't think I can discuss this.

Look, I'm sorry.

I know it's difficult for you.

But I don't think it's an option to stand
by and let her risk her own life.

I know it's not visiting time.

It's just that they miss her so much.

And the little ones have been crying.

All right.

Just for five minutes.

Hello, darling.

You've got to come up once.

Constable Bellamy isn't very happy and
neither is Matron.

Where on earth have you been?

I'm sorry, Matron.

Well, while you've been, wherever it is you
were, one of your patients has disappeared.

Eric!

What are these, kid?

It's tea, mate.

I know how ridiculous it is.

Some dopey delivery boy got his parcels
mixed up.

They ended up here.

Do you want to have a look in the cellar,
Mr. Milledge?

What's that?

You've lost a patient if you know about
it.

It's not in here, Matron.

I'd know if it was.

Did I hear correctly, Matron?

You've lost a patient.

Any luck?

No.

Which patient is it?

Mr. Harries.

I take it you've checked the mortuary.

Can't be in there, Matron.

It's locked.

Well, you know my feelings about him.

He should never have been allowed a bed in
the first place he was until.

Not in the true sense of the word.

Mr. Harper, why don't you do something
useful?

Take Kenski and go and check the mortuary.

Well, Mr. Hopkirk says, if it's
locked... If it's locked, go anyway.

Let's leave no stone unturned.

Here you are.

Oh, and, erm...

You have to check all the fridges.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

He, er... He might not respond
too well to someone in uniform.

Right.

It's me.

It's Dr. Olmerod.

Robert?

Look at me.

Don't.

Don't.

It's no good.

I'm gonna do it.

Robert.

Please.

Think of your wife.

Think of your son.

Look.

Michael's down there.

If you jump off this roof, how do you
think he's gonna feel?

No, no, no.

Leave me alone.

You'll never get over it, Robert.

Look.

I know about these things.

My children have lost their mother.

If you could see what that's done to them,
then

you'd realise what
you're thinking of doing.

What you're thinking of doing is far,
far worse.

He wouldn't care.

And that is nonsense.

I'm telling you, he wouldn't care.

Not once he found out the truth.

What truth?

It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does.

Come on, Robert.

What are you talking about?

What will your son find out?

He's not my son.

There we are, Mr Harper.

Thank you, Rachel.

You did well to spot him.

Now you just sit quietly and drink your
tea.

Staff nurse, please.

Mr Harper is not a man blessed with strong
nerves.

It's up to us to help him, not smirk
behind his back.

I'm sorry.

What's more,
I do not expect to see one of my

nurses flirting with a
doctor when she's on duty.

Please, don't deny it.

I've seen it on several occasions.

You are a senior nurse in this hospital,
and it's your duty to set a good example.

Do you understand?

Yes, matron.

Fetch his wife, will you?

Up here, yes.

I think it might help.

Robert?

Can we talk a little more?

This business of Michael?

He was always the favourite.

He had it all.

Looks, brains, charm.

Who are we talking about?

The only thing that I had that he didn't
was a son.

But even that wasn't true.

He's taken that away from me as well.

Neil?

Are we talking about Neil?

I looked after him.

I kept his secret.

I paid his debts and all the time.

He was a gambler, you see.

I made sure that
nobody found out that I let

him go on thinking
that he was wonderful.

So one day there was no more money left in
the business and that's when he told me.

He said... He said...

Unless I paid a big tell Michael

and that's why I shot him.

You didn't think it was an accident,
did you?

What's this?

It's another consent form.

I think you should sign it.

What?

I think you should have the operation.

What about Father John?

Aren't your children more important?

It would be disobeying the church.

Who makes the rules?

Celebrate priests.

That's what Dr. Cheriton said.

I thought he was right, Maggie.

I thought, how can they know when it comes
to something like this?

What does the church know about something
like this?

Please, take it away.

I'd rather not argue.

I'm happy to do as Father John says.

Really.

I'm sorry.

What did Neil tell you, Robert?

Robert?

Little Michael was his son.

Is it true?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm just so, so sorry, Robert.

Don't, just...

How long did it last?

No time.

It was just stupid.

So you got a fling with my brother and the
result was Michael?

No, it wasn't even a fling.

I regretted it straight away.

I've never loved anyone else and never
will.

I brought him up as my son.

He thinks he's my son.

He is your son.

In every way that's important.

We don't need to tell him, do we?

We can't believe things as they are.

I won't ever tell him.

You and Michael.

Mean the whole world to me.

The last thing I wanted was to hurt you
both.

And I have hurt you now.

But please... Don't
let's hurt Michael too.

I want to apologize for what I said
earlier.

I've been guilty of faults against
obedience and humility.

And I'm very sorry.

Very well.

But I shall still have to speak to Mother
Superior.

Yes, Father.

You do know you were wrong, don't you?

About sterilization.

Yes.

Dad!

Hi, ma'am.

I'm ready to make a statement now,
Constable.

Nurse!

Oh, my goodness!

Hang on!

Nurse!

Oh, Lord!

Nurse!

I've entered a scolding.

Ready?

Thank you.

May I speak to her?

I'm afraid not.

She's unconscious.

In that case, she cannot have given her
permission for this operation.

And I am absolutely sorry.

This woman is extremely ill.

If we don't do a hysterectomy,
she will die.

Come on, Father.

Fiery stuff, Chariton?

Over-involvement again?

Not at all.

On this occasion, the fire was justified.

Now then, Jill, you feel you can manage?

Yes, Mr. Rose.

Good.

Then I shall get off to the golf club
dinner.

Well, by the way, Jill...

Don't use a fan in steel decision this
time.

Let the dog see the rabbit.

Everything all right?

Just counting sheets, Mr. Middleditch.

Hold on a minute.

This cupboard was half empty an hour ago.

Well, Pearl's obviously refilled it.

But the sheets weren't in the laundry.

I checked.

Something's not right here, Mr.
Middleditch.

Yesterday I saw him loading
something into the back of the

car and I'm pretty sure it
was sheets from this cupboard.

I beg your pardon?

It's all right, Ken.

No, hang on, Matron.

If I'm going to be accused of anything,
I'm going to hand in my notice.

Mr. Harper, why have you got this
ridiculous beat in your body?

I don't want it above the linen.

It is all there.

It looks fine.

I don't see the problem.

Yes, well, if you'll let me explain...

Well, I'm sorry, but I'd much rather you
didn't.

I've just about had enough.

I have been back from holiday for two days
and during that time you have succeeded in

upsetting practically every member of the
staff.

I will not have it, you hear?

Kindly stop making trouble.

Very well, Mr. Middleditch.

But this is not the end of the matter,
I assure you.

I'm sorry.

I know what came over me.

Night all.

She's still a bit hypertensive.

Want a second drip?

No, no, no.

Sorry, um... Look,
I've just heard from Leeds.

They want me to get over there right away.

Oh.

Yes, apparently there's,
uh... There's been a slight improvement.

Oh, I see.

Well, that's wonderful.

Look, I'm awfully sorry, but tonight
might not be, um... No, that's all right.

My public wouldn't have got away anyway,
so...

Well, good luck.

Right, let's get her out, shall we?

Goodbye, Father.

Sometimes decisions are taken out of our
hands.

Maybe that's God's will, too.