(Chatting quietly) It's two days since she's been in, I'm getting no reply from her home.
Yeah, wellwho is he, exactly? Oh, I see.
If you give me his number, I'll see if he's got any idea.
All right.
Shall we sit? Sure.
So, what's it all about? Gillian? No.
Well, what's it all about, then? Why did you call me out here? This is where you asked me to marry you, Ewart.
- Do you think I don't know that?
- Do you know what today is? Friday.
It's our wedding anniversary.
Is that what you called me out here for? Have a little giggle about yesterday's dreams? Would you like to open it? Are we supposed to be celebrating? I want you to come home, Ewart.
I want us to get back to living our lives together again.
I miss you.
Happy anniversary, darling.
(Laughs) (Continues to laugh) (Guffaws) ( Tape of Little Donkey) (Sighs) Sorry, Roz.
It's just not the right day for drinking to new lives.
- OK?
- Fine.
Good.
- What a stupid thing to let happen.
- It happens.
Not to doctors, it doesn't.
Baz, Baz
- (Sobs)
- Hey, shh.
- (Weeps loudly)
- Come on, come on, it's all right.
Come on, it's over now.
Hey, shh.
Let's get you home, eh?
- All right?
- (Starts engine) Baz.
(Sighs) Baz! Thanks for collecting me.
- I couldn't think who else to ask.
- Enough.
That's what friends are for.
Right? All right.
(Baz) Coffee.
You're the patient.
I'll get it, providing everything's still where it used to be.
Nothing changes.
Keys.
Thanks.
There's no business like show business There's no business I know
- And what brought this on?
- Everything about
- This?
- The singing.
Oh, aye, that.
I was thinking, this client we're gonna pick up.
I was wondering whether he was going to the theatre or not.
(Chuckles) That's terrible.
Oh, hello.
Don't worry, he's there already, star turn in fact.
Look, there's his audience to prove it.
(Brass version of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen ) 'Scuse me, stand back, please.
Thank you.
Oh, Arthur.
Come on, that's right.
What the bloody 'ell is he doing out? Arthur is a law unto himself.
Probably popped out to see the decorations.
- Come on, Arthur.
Up you go.
- All right, Arthur? Hey, can you hear me, boy? Are you in any pain?
- Come on, then.
- We're just gonna take you a little ride.
(Both) One, two, three.
Like a sack of spuds.
There we go.
Any more of this, Arthur, and you won't see anything, boy.
Come on, we'll take you back where you belong.
All right? Don't worry.
- You're nice and warm, now, see?
- Get you in in the dry soon.
- That's it.
- Tuck you up, just like Mum.
Off we go, to the body factory it is, then.
'Scuse us.
Come on.
Wahey.
There you go.
- Ready, love?
- OK.
One, two, three, hup.
That's it, nice and slow.
- Why did you not tell me this before?
- I didn't wanna worry ya.
It's not about worrying me, you need to do something quickly.
I know, that's why I'm telling you now.
Five minutes before I go on duty.
It was either that or you having it on your mind all day and not being able to do nothing about it.
OK, you've told me now.
What do they look like, these two men? Obvious business types, you know.
Smart suits, briefcases, what have you.
Yeah.
You didn't get their names at all? Come on, Meg.
You don't say to a fare, "By the way, what name was it?" I know, I thought you might have heard them calling each other something.
Yeah, well, nothing I could repeat in present company.
The name of the hospital was clear? Yeah, clear as a bell, Holby City Hospital.
Right.
Look, I am going to tell Ewart about this, and see what he makes of it, OK? Look, I'm sorry, love.
If this is true, then so am I.
So am I.
- What were they doing, leaving him out?
- They probably weren't.
You've heard Harriet going on about him, "Stubborn old bastard".
- She shouldn't call him that.
He's sick.
- Come on.
If you were trying to hold down a job and look after a wreck of a father who won't take his medication, I'm sure you'd find a few choicer words.
Maybe, maybe.
It's an awful thing to say, but I'm glad mine are gone.
Rather than hangin' around and becoming dotty.
Glad they are gone.
Mmm.
Kuba!
- Over there.
- I've been over there.
- Just over there.
- Yeah.
- Manners.
- And you.
You should be so lucky.
Forget that, listen.
Have I got something to tell you?
- Scandal?
- With a vengeance.
- Guess who I saw today
- Hi, Baz! Hi, Baz.
It's good to see you back.
- Thanks.
- I'll catch you up with the news later.
Duffy!
- Anything for me there, Susie?
- Just check.
Feeling better?
- Yeah, fine, thanks.
- Nothing too serious, I hope?
- No, caught a virus, I guess.
- They're everywhere, I've heard.
Yes, but Dr Simmons asked I don't give a monkey's what he asked.
He's a pain we have to put up with until Dr Samuels deigns to reappear.
That notwithstanding, when I tell you to get a patient moving, you do it.
Understood? So why not mention it last night instead of saving it up? Because I didn't get a chance.
With Ewart away and her not here my feet didn't touch the ground till dawn.
Besides, who asked you to butt in? Charlie, I'd do the same for any other defenceless dog being whipped in public because his master's had a bad day.
- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yeah.
Don't let it happen again.
I think the sooner Baz comes back, the better for everyone.
Kuba, that's gospel.
Hi.
- (Clive) Magic.
- (Kuba laughs) Magic.
(Kuba) Hi, Baz.
Your air bells must have been ringing.
Welcome back.
- (Kuba) Welcome back.
- Thanks.
- By the way, I must congratulate you.
- On what? Word has it you didn't phone in once to find out if we'd had an earthquake.
Two whole days, great.
How come you're always so relaxed with senior management?
- You mean so lippy with the brass?
- Something like that.
My old man never gave me anything except a philosophy, Ewart.
Went something like this
- "It's always best to be your own boss, "and if you can't swing that, treat every job as if you were.
" In my book, somewhere along the line I hired you to run this place on my behalf.
While you go on doing such a good job, I'll go on being nice to you.
You let the standards slip and you're in big trouble.
Anything to be passed on? Only that Dr Simmons won't be in tonight, as Bat's on call again.
He's an employee that has to watch it.
- All right.
Who's covering?
- No problem, Baz is back.
I want a chat with her, soon as she's in.
She's here.
Changing, then on to cubicle three.
Ask her to see me when she's free.
Right.
Oh, and Megan's looking for you.
Well, tell her I'm here!
- I'd like to see a doctor.
- (Phone) There was no need for that! You should've given her an injection.
Since when did you tell me my job? Since you started hurting girls by not giving a local for stitches.
It's a judgment that has to be made every time you stitch a child.
The mother and child were distraught.
It would've taken six jabs, by which time I had it stitched.
Correct? As far as I'm concerned, I made the right decision.
Maybe next time I will give an anaesthetic.
She was hurt, Charlie! Aren't we all, Duffy? Could you give me a hint as to the problem? Not really, it's personal.
If you take a seat, I'll tell her you're here.
- Her?
- They're everywhere these days.
- Women, that is.
- I've got to talk to a male doctor.
- Sorry, no such animal on call.
- A male nurse, perhaps? Probably manage that.
Any other specifications? Black one? White one? Don't joke! I'm getting married tomorrow and I need advice.
If you'd like to take a seat, I'll get someone to see you.
Charlie's a pig.
I know, but we'll talk about that after you get the big secret off your chest.
- You pushed off without telling me.
- Oh, yeah!
- I couldn't tell you with Baz there.
- Couldn't tell me what? It wasn't food poisoning making her sick.
I know, it was a virus.
Sick in the morning, morning sickness.
- Daddy time for Charlie?
- Not now it's not.
I saw her come out of Freeman House this morning with an overnight case.
- The private gyno clinic?
- The same.
She was with a really good
-looking bloke that certainly was not the nasty File these, Susie.
Thanks.
I better get on.
Got a drunk in four when you got a minute, Baz.
Won't be a sec.
You sure you're feeling better tonight, Baz? My answer hasn't changed in the last five minutes.
I'm fine, thanks.
- Good, erm
- Yes? Ewart would like to see you.
Fine.
Carol (Muffled whimpering) What did you say, Arthur? Let me go.
Please.
This time, let me go.
He's gone, has he? Wants to be left to die.
No chance, he's good for years yet.
Get it together, Sandra.
Tomorrow he'll be as right as rain and glad to be alive.
Come on, move it.
- Do we have a name on him?
- No.
Not a scrap of identification either.
Come on.
I'd like a word with you, when you're free.
OK.
Ohh, we'll keep him on 50
-minutes obs for a couple of hours, Duff.
- Providing no rush develops.
- OK, I'll keep an eye on him.
Well, I'll go and get an obs form.
Yes?
- What the hell are you playing at?
- Playing? Yes.
Playing.
You're off work for a couple of days and not a word.
The complete disappearing trick.
Didn't you realise I'd be worried sick?
- I'm sorry about that.
- That's all it merits, is it? "Sorry.
" If you give me a chance, I might get to the rest.
Sorry isn't good enough.
Didn't you realise I'd be out of my mind wondering if you were lying somewhere hurt or something.
I was lying somewhere hurt, but where or why is none of your business, so get off my back! All right, if that's the way you want it, just don't forget I care about you.
But it doesn't make me into your personal property now, does it? I hate to be a party pooper but we've got an MI in crash.
Old friend returns yet again.
- Not Arthur.
- Arthur.
You're taking this very calmly, Ewart.
I've just dropped a bombshell and you're not even giving me a reaction.
- Is what Ted heard true or not?
- Since you mention it, a few days ago an old mate gave me a warning, strictly off the record.
I've spent the last two days chasing anybody I could to reverse the decision, quite without success so far, they're adamant.
So the two men in Ted's taxi got it right? They were probably two of the panel that took the decision.
If it's becoming public knowledge, I'll have to let the team know so they don't get the same nasty surprise you did.
When will you tell them? End of the shift, it's only fair to forewarn them.
I'm glad to see we're going to celebrate the end of an era in style.
Oh, no, Megan.
The era will end over my dead body.
This is just priming up for the battle ahead.
(Rapid beeping) Can you help me lift him? Thanks.
I felt ashamed.
It was the shock, I suppose, I mean It was the last thing I expected, I thought it would be to do with Gillian or anything but what it was.
How could she let it go on for so long and then drop it on me like that?
- Well She's at a funny age, you know.
- Aren't we all? (Laughs) That's true.
She could've been thinking about this for ages She just went the wrong way about it.
I ask you, champagne on the bench where I proposed to her.
I just saw the funny side of it.
And that is worth a house point.
At least that's part of the reason I laughed.
Yes, and also because you had won.
- Won?
- Yes, won.
Come on, Ewart, how many times have you run that scene in your head? She comes in, on her knees, begging forgiveness.
- Revenge is sweet, you know.
- No.
Oh, no.
But this other bombshell is part of it.
You can't expect to get two dynamite surprises in one week and keep a totally straight face.
Yet more of the usual.
Yeah.
About time they made him stay, isn't it? Time they let him call it a day.
On the way in he said, "Let me go this time.
" That's not how it works.
He knows it, with a daughter in the trade.
Our job is to save, not just let them go off.
- But for how long?
- As long as it takes.
Get Susie to chase up Harriet, she'll probably want to be in on this.
- Is she on?
- Yeah, we chatted on the way in.
Right.
Come on.
90 over 40, Doctor.
Is his body is telling him something? Is he telling his body something? Leave it go, Sandra.
Look, he'll be fine tomorrow.
Right? Forget he's said anything.
Do I get to join in or is it strictly coded ambulance stuff? Arthur finally got to saying he wants out rather than pretending.
- Will you leave it go?
- Why? Maybe it's one of those things we should be facing up to.
We've carted carcasses in it would've been a service and blessing to let go.
And who's gonna make these God
-like decisions? You? Me? Family? Perhaps you should get an ombudsman in.
A sort of let
-them
-die decider.
We could do it by age, of course.
Over 60, leave them at the side of the road.
You wouldn't be getting this angry if you hadn't thought about it yourself.
We waste beds treating people who should've had the right to die in peace.
If you think that, love, it's time you got out of this business.
Or time you started facing up to the unthinkable.
If people have the right to live they should have the right to die with dignity.
Does that count for babies? Do they have any rights? Unborn ones, abortion jobs.
Where do they stand?
- They don't.
- They should.
The mother has the right to decide if she goes the term.
When do you decide that a foetus is a living thing?
- 28 weeks? One week?
- I don't have to, guidelines exist.
I'll call Harriet down.
Perhaps she'd like to put in her ha'p'orth.
Ooh! God.
- How goes it?
- Ooh.
Physically, the knitting is going on inside.
I do drop the odd stitch now and then, just like then.
But that just reminds me I'm not ready to rush about just yet.
(Sighs) Oh, Ewart.
Look, empty is the only word that I can And mentally? Mentally, that's a much tougher one.
No, it's that feeling of emptiness.
I'm just finding it much harder to handle than I thought I would.
When you lose a baby, it's Well, as I know, it's cruel and it's painful and
- But if you lose the whole
- Have you said this to Ted? No, I haven't said it to Ted.
God bless his cotton socks, he's worried enough about me as it is.
Ted is a very loving man.
And the boys have been great about it.
It's made me realise how lucky I am.
There's not a man understands what a woman goes through in a hysterectomy.
Can you hear me, Arthur? It's Harriet's friend, Baz.
Someone's gone to fetch her, she'll be down any second.
(Weakly) Why won't you let me go to Maggie? Hang on, Arthur, I can't hear what you're saying.
What? Why Why won't you all just let me go to my Maggie? (Gasps) It's not fair.
It's just not fair.
Take it easy, Arthur, she'll be down in a minute.
(Wheezes) Regular obs, Duff.
- Keep an eye on him.
- OK.
And I'll ring for a bed in CCU.
Oh, bless you.
Poor fella.
Why don't they give him a break? It's easy done.
sh*t of something speedy up his cannula and Arthur's with the harpists.
Oh, it's just a joke, right? And pretty sick.
- Baz?
- (Susie) Clive.
- You're sure?
- I'll be with you in a minute.
- Yes?
- When you've got a minute, have a word.
Sexual, I guess.
Doesn't want to talk female, getting married tomorrow.
And a sh*t of penicillin is no way to start a marriage, huh? Just guesswork.
I'll check that the board is healthy, then I'll be with him.
Drop these on the way, would you? Cheers.
- Can I help you?
- Susie.
- Is the thing true that Carol told me?
- What thing? Baz loses her baby.
Something like that, Kuba, but no one's supposed to know.
How awful for her.
- I must do something.
- Kuba I must do something, yes, yes.
- Sorry.
Shall we try that again?
- Yes, it's about my husband.
Kid at reception.
Sue's asked if I will chat.
- The usual?
- Probably.
- You're more than welcome.
- Thought I was.
Hello, Harriet.
Erm I'm sorry about your dad.
It's no surprise.
If he could just pluck up the courage to jump under a bus, it would save us all a lot of heartache.
- Charlie.
- No, I'm not
- A terrible thing has happened.
- Wait a minute.
- You know what this is?
- Well, yeah, a telephone.
When you see me on it, have the good manners not to interrupt, will you? Charlie! Don't push your luck, Kuba, you're not my flavour of the month at the moment.
Now Bill?
- How bad?
- About the mildest to date.
He'll survive.
Couldn't have picked a worse night.
We're up to our eyeballs.
- Sister's furious I've had to go off.
- Well, let her fume.
He's your dad.
Yes.
Right.
Better go and see the silly old sod.
Look Duffy's on obs and he's not about to go off, before we go in, let's have a chat.
Heard you wanted to talk man to man.
Could we go somewhere else? I don't want to talk with all these people around.
OK.
Let's go.
Well, let's have it.
Well, here he is again.
He turfed himself out three weeks ago, when he should have stayed in, but even so, the medication should have kept it in check.
He won't take it.
Do you think I didn't try to stop him coming out? Have you any idea what hell it makes of your life with a sick, old man lying around just longing to die? What little social life I did have with this job went out the window months ago.
He's just never got over Mum dying.
Maggie.
Yes.
Good, old Maggie.
She coddled him like a baby for nigh on 50 years and then left him defenceless.
No one to fall back on except muggins.
So I took him in as an unwanted lodger like any good daughter should.
I'll tell you for nothing, Baz I'll go and sit with him.
At least you'll know he's in good hands.
Oh, Mr Plimmer.
It's so nice you are back.
- You like the flowers?
- So that's where they came from.
- Megan and I were trying to guess.
- Just welcome home offering.
But now I need the flowers urgently for poor Doctor Samuels.
- For Baz? Why Baz?
- Yes, for Baz.
- What? You have not heard?
- No.
Heard what? She lost her baby.
Sovery sad.
Excuse me, please.
Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Kuba's been listening to the grown
-ups again.
Let's hope he got hold of the wrong end of the stick.
I'll be here for a while if you want a break.
About due.
Oh, monitor's a bit funny.
Laugh a minute, I should imagine.
Seems on the point of going on the blink.
- Maintenance?
- Not yet.
I'll let it get up to whatever it's going to.
When it does, I'll give the plug a kick while I scream for maintenance.
I don't know how the equipment would survive without us seasoned kickers.
- Right.
I'll see you later.
- See you, Duff.
God, how I hate you.
- I've been looking for you.
- Later.
Ewart wants me.
- No.
Now.
- Get your hands off me! Who gave you the right to maul me at will? Oh, um, Baz.
Er Excuse me.
There are moments I find it very hard to express myself in this very new language of mine.
And this is one of those moments.
This is just a small token to say I'm sorry you lost your baby, Baz.
We are all deeply upset and I'm sorry I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It's very hard to put this into words, particularly with someone you don't know.
It would be harder with someone you did know.
I can't talk to my doctor about it.
He's a family friend.
And no way could I talk about it with my mates, I'd never live it down.
Certainly can't talk to my girlfriend.
Fiancée.
Who needs news like this the day before they get married? We know what your problem is.
It's sexual.
Now, the choice on offer is venereal, herpes, fear of AIDS, NSU
- How am I doing so far?
- Is that really what you think? OK.
You put me in the picture.
What is the problem? I just wanted to say I'm sorry, Roz.
It was unforgivable of me.
But I'm under stress at present and it just wasn't the right time to talk about reconciliations.
I know.
A lot of courage.
And that's why I'm phoning.
I'm wondering how would dinner next week strike you? Have a friendly chat.
Yeah.
That would be fine by me.
Let's do that.
And, Roz, I really am sorry about my behaviour today.
If you'd had the courage to do what I asked last time you'd not be standing here now.
Oh, Harriet I can't take any more.
- Please.
- Why did you go out? You know you're not supposed to.
Why didn't you stay in like I told you? I just lie in that flat of yours.
I rot.
Is that all that's on offer? Until you're finally driven to pluck up the courage to finally do what any good daughter would do when asked.
You want out, old man, you do it yourself.
I
- I can't take the chance, take the risk.
If your mother's waiting for me she's waiting in heaven.
We all know where where suicides end up.
And murderers, come to that.
I don't have to worry about hell, I suppose.
You don't believe in anything.
So what's the odds? Besides, you're in hell already now you've had me dumped on you.
And it will get worse, I promise you.
It will get worse and worse.
Why notjust do it now? You will do finally, you know.
- You didn't mention the baby?
- How could I not mention it? So sad.
- Who did you hear it from, Kuba?
- Carol told me.
She shouldn't be spreading dreadful rumours like that.
It's disgraceful.
Harriet's got the keys to the dr*gs cupboard.
Tell her the sister wants them back.
I'll go and get them.
Take them up.
- What can I do, Susie?
- Keep a low profile, Kuba.
- Yeah.
But you know
- A very low profile indeed.
(Speaks Polish) I not speak English.
I was just coming to find you.
Is there something you want to talk about? Feel free.
I feel I'm not in a position to help.
I'll tell you what, I'll er I'll go find someone who perhaps has more experience in this in this territory.
Don't worry.
We'll get you sorted out before tomorrow.
- OK?
- Fine.
He's sleeping fairly peacefully now.
Sister's been on.
You've still got the keys on you.
I'll pop 'em up, save you facing up to the old battle
-axe.
No.
If I'm going to get a slagging, I may as well get it over with.
I'll be back in two minutes, take him off your obs list.
OK.
No sweat.
It's like a morgue out there.
Pretty much the same as in here.
(Loudly and slowly) Try telling him what the problem is.
Yes? (Speaks Polish) She says her father is suffering from severe stomach pains.
And it's essential he sees a doctor before he dies of the agony of it all.
- You understood?
- Not a word.
If I need a translation, I know where to come.
Any time, Susie.
I'll take them straight through.
I'll catch up on the paperwork later.
Come with me, I will take you to the doctor.
- Baz is in with Ewart.
- Would you please give her a buzz? (Speaks Polish) I suppose someone saw me leaving there and it spread like wildfire.
That place is famous for one thing, although it manages many others.
- Why don't you tell them the truth?
- Why should I, Ewart?
- (Phone)
- Good point.
Yep? OK, I'll pass it on.
You've got a severe bowel problem waiting for you.
(Megan) Modern science.
Wonderful thing.
Can be a cruel friend.
You'd have let him go by now? Well, I've been too close to the edge to answer that question lightly, but erm Well, I think that if I didn't have Ted and the boys needing me to mother them and I was that sick,
- I don't think I'd find the heart to survive.
- You'd let him go.
What has he got to look forward to with the way Harriet feels about him? Harriet, I'm I'm sorry.
No, it's true, Megan.
If he'd have gone the first time, I'd have grieved.
Now I grieve every time we drag him back to life.
l, um I'd like to stay with him for a while before I go back upstairs.
- So what's the problem?
- Go face up to it uninformed.
It may make you change your views on the youth of this world.
Clive, I'm not in the mood for any games.
(Laughs) All right.
It's about making babies, man, and the problems a fella can encounter in that department.
Now since I am 100 per cent sure that you would know everything about that particular scene, the ease and otherwise of making babies, who better but you to go to talk to him?
- You loud
-mouthed arrogant
- Stop it! Baz! Baz! Baz, come quick, please.
Charlie's going to k*ll Clive.
And it's all my fault.
- Get off.
- I'll get you for this, big as you are.
I don't know what you're on about, Charlie, but there's a man out there with problems and a marriage looming.
What, you mean, you didn't know about? Oh, yeah, go on, shout it out, Charlie.
They're saying Baz has had an abortion.
No.
But You must have thought that What can I say? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
- Baz, I'm terribly sorry if I upset you.
- It's OK, Clive, leave us alone.
It's OK.
Is it true? By the end of shift, everyone is going to know that it is not true.
Except you.
It is true.
Yes.
Why? Why for? For all the rightand wrong reasons.
My career.
Who wants to be a single parent? I'm not ready.
What a world to bring a child into.
You name it, I came up with it.
The only common
-sense decision was to abort.
I had the right to be consulted.
You had no rights in this matter, none.
It's my body, my future, my decision.
No rights at all, Charlie.
No man ever has.
I did what had to be done because it was the right thing for me to do.
- Not you, not anybody else.
Me.
- And the child? You should know better than to lay that one on me.
A six
-week
-old foetus is not a child, it is a six
-week
-old foetus.
I would have married you, made a home for us.
That's why I didn't tell you.
I might have been tempted and it would have been just as wrong.
I'll never understand you.
No.
I don't suppose you ever will.
When I made the appointment and got myself booked in, I had no doubt that I was making the right decision.
I still haven't.
But it hurts, Charlie.
It hurts.
And I think it's going to go on hurting for the rest of my life.
(Monitor beeps) Everything sort of functioned normally when these other girls? No problem in that field.
Biggest problem was hiding the fact it was all raring to go, until I started worrying about tomorrow and the big night, that is.
I'm not so sure any more.
Can I just ask why you waited so long? Was it from religious scruples? Oh, no.
I mean, I go to church once in a while, but that's about it.
So why then? I think I've always thought that marriage, if it came, should be somehow special.
And I've always thought, what can I take into marriage to let the lady in my life know I considered it and her very special.
And when I was a young lad, this is what I decided on and I've stuck with it ever since.
To be a virgin when you walked up the aisle? Exactly, and I am.
But now I'm beginning to panic.
What if I can't do it? Hi, Harriet.
How's he?
- Good God!
- Leave him.
Let him go.
- (Monitor flat
-lines)
- Ponting, Baz, Charlie!
- Harriet, help me!
- No! No, leave him.
Leave him.
- Get her out of here, somebody.
Get out.
- Leave him! Come on.
- Thanks, Doctor.
- Goodbye.
- Mr Plimmer, her father.
- Oh, sure.
Thank you.
Come in here.
Come on, Harriet.
Come on now.
Defib, Clive.
Clive? Charlie, defibrillator, please.
(Charlie) He's in asystole.
- He's dead.
- (Megan) Let him go.
Let him go.
Time for a cup of tea, then, eh? So, Arthur, you finally get to join your Maggie.
God bless both of you.
- What do you mean, you k*lled him?
- Just that.
I did.
But how?
- I was going to inject this.
- But you didn't.
No.
I had to be sure he meant it so I showed him that and I said, "Do you still want me to do it, Dad? "I will do it if you really want me to.
" And he went into seizure.
I k*lled him, Ewart.
If you had injected him, I'd agree and I would have reported you.
I know your father's case.
This has been on the cards for years.
If you're guilty of anything, you're guilty of wanting him dead.
But who am I to judge you for that? Just give me time.
All the time in the world.
- Place is going bananas!
- I'll ring the vet.
- Hello, love.
- Hello.
I'm glad you decided to call me.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Oh, I'm just tired, Ted.
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired.
Well, you do too much.
No, I see too much.
I see too muchsuffering, inside where I can't put plasters.
I'll get you home, give you a nice cup of tea, eh? No, you'll get me home and you will give me a great bigcuddle.
Well, you're the boss, love.
(Shrieks) Now don't be misled by the bubbly.
We're not here to celebrate but to commiserate.
However, help yourselves.
First the bad news.
A few days ago a good friend was kind enough to forewarn me of a decision that's just been reached by the regional health authority.
It seems that my idea of a permanent night shift is deemed a failure and that I'll be informed within the week that this unique department, which you have all sweated blood to keep going, is to be closed forthwith and that those who are not lost by natural wastage will be dispersed.
Now the good news.
I don't believe the fantastic team spirit that has been generated here can be discarded with a mere six months trial and I've decided that the battle will go on.
So ladies and gentlemen, I ask you to raise your glasses.
The toast is fighting for survival and winning! (All) Fighting for survival and winning!