01x04 - Sister of Mercy

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I need someone in my life,

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?

Never seen a blind man across the river
Trying to make the other side

Never seen a young man growing old Trying
to make himself a brat I want to go home,

please don't leave me alone Dear,
I want to go home Let me go.

It's alright, you see, just relax.

I'm not staying.

Well, let the doctors decide that,
shall we?

Get them inside, quick.

Ow, ow.

Oh, God lost you.

Oh, no.

Lizzie, put the doctor's lights on.

Fetch your matron, quickly.

How could anyone do such a thing?

We didn't warn you last time, Mr. Holmes.

Two things make angina worse, stress and
physical strength.

This won't take it easy, will you?

I'm going to insist that you complete bed
rest for a few days.

Oh, no.

Come on, sir, let's get you ready for bed.

Come on.

Dr. Teryton, you wanted.

Sister Bridget's found a baby.

Good old Bernie.

h*, h*, h*, h*.

I'm full, Mr. Morris, straight away.

Let's get this room warm.

It's 97 and a half, so there's no serious
hypothermia.

Could you take his cardigan off,
please, sister?

Oh, he's a boy.

Condition's good.

Full-term, do you think?

Mm-hm.

To judge by the state of that court.

Not more than a day or so old.

And it hasn't been cut, it's been torn.

An unassisted birth.

Looks more like it.

Oh, that's terrible.

Some poor woman cutting her own cord.

Yes, all right, sister.

Cover it long, would you?

Well, well done.

You haven't found him when you did.

He could have been a lot more serious.

Mr. Middleditch has been informed.

The police are on their way.

Have you finished yet, doctor?

No time being yet.

Good, because this baby needs
warming and feeding and washing

in that order,
and my nursery staff would like to get on.

Back to you more, sister.

The police will no doubt wish to speak to
you later, but meanwhile, life goes on.

Yes, matron.

Well... Oh, dear, dear, dear.

Oh.

Open wide.

You got a crystal, look?

Keep it until I'm back.

One, two, three.

I can't stay in.

Aidan needs me.

Well, take it easy, sir.

I mean, look at Mr. Greengrass lying in
bed like a good boy.

I'll be back in a minute.

You're getting a bit of attention,
aren't you, mate?

What's up with you?

Angina.

I've got malaria.

Mind you, there's so many different kinds,
aren't there?

The one I've got is black water fever,
but it

says in the book it
can be extremely fatal.

That sounds bad.

Could be here for weeks, if not months.

With a bit of luck.

This is the bag he was found in.

This is the cardigan that saved his life.

At least he was left somewhere where he'd
be found.

Well, there's not much of a clue here.

I'm afraid not.

Are you sure there was nothing else at
all?

No notes, no phone calls?

Nothing.

And it's vital we find the mother quickly.

She could need urgent medical attention.

Ah, here she is.

The heroine of the hour.

Thank you, Mr. Middlewich.

Tell the officer what happened,
sister.

In your own words.

Doctor?

Yes.

Your lady's doctor.

Oh, thank you.

How's the baby?

Oh, he's fine.

He's had a bottle,
had a bit of a wash and a brush up

and he's got the entire
nursing staff jubiling over him.

Right, these are our expectant mothers,
are they?

Yeah, I picked them all out, like you
said.

Right, Mr. Carlisle and Mr. Heaton?

Oh, sorry.

Mum Pyle, causing you admissions.

Thanks.

Right, so if we check through these...

Any woman at Charbering is to be a
candidate, of course.

No, that's true.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I got hauled in to see TJ about that ruddy
visit.

What visit?

From the District Health Authority.

They're popping in to see how we do
things.

When?

Thursday.

Don't look at me like that, please,
Joe.

It's not my idea.

Excuse me, it's a sailor and he's very
ill, but it's not him because he doesn't

speak English, so I've got the
harbourmaster.

Right, OK, Lizzie, I'll take it.

But he's on the boat.

The Russian, not the harbourmaster.

Right.

Have you got one?

Have you had the latest?

No.

All right, Lizzie, send my first patient
in, will you?

So, what is the latest?

Oh, nothing much.

Sister Bridget turned out this morning
with her baby, that's all.

As in immaculate conception?

As in a carrier bag.

Come on.

You'll not see nothing like the mighty
wind.

You're a doctor from hospital,
yeah?

Thank you.

Come on with it.

You'll not see nothing like the mighty
wind.

That's no good.

Tighter, nurse.

Tighter.

Then we wouldn't want to make him see a
corner like that now, would we?

Mr. Greengrass, however on earth do you
manage to get yourself in such a mess?

The doctor will be here in a minute.

Yeah, well, perhaps I ought to have a word
with him, because I'm suffering from black

water fever, which causes anxiety and
restlessness.

And not only am I restless, I'm full of
anxiety.

Sit up.

Right, what?

Sit up.

Where do you think we are?

At Crufts.

You'll be brushing me down next.

Good morning, Dr. Omarot.

Did you hear about the baby?

That'll do, sister, thank you.

Shall we start with the new arrival?

Does it hurt here?

Right there?

And then?

Right,

I need to get this man into hospital as
soon as possible, so if you could get me

back ashore... No,
no, no, I'm sorry.

You give him medicine here on the boat.

No, that's not possible, I'm afraid.

He has acute appendicitis.

He needs surgery urgently.

Don't you so do it here!

We are in fishing fleet!

We must leave today, no permission to
stay!

If this man doesn't come ashore for
treatment within the next hour, he will die.

Right,

let's listen to this old tickle,
will you, sir?

Aye, but if I'm not at all, they'll
separate us.

No, they won't.

Yes, they will.

Now and hour, Mr. Heath.

They'll send it to the infirmary.

Please, doctor, let me have my clothes
back.

Please, let me go.

Not now, nurse.

Dr. Emmard's lights are up and he's wanted
in theatre urgently.

OK.

Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry, Mr. Heaton, but you're
going to have to stop him.

Tell you what,
I'll get Dr. Weatherill to pay your wife a

visit this morning and check
that everything's all right.

How's that?

Renee bars the key.

Now, relax.

All right, I'd better go.

I'll come back and finish her round later
on.

Oh, matron, matron.

What is it now, Mr. Greengrass?

It's this malaria I've got.

I'm sure it's black water fever.

I beg your pardon?

I remember when I was in the West End,
they

told me it can be extremely fatal,
if not worse.

When did this man last have a bath?

Emm, he's a bit difficult to build baths.

Well, give him one now.

All right, Mr. Greengrass, nice bath.

Calm you down.

Sister Bridget will help you.

I don't think that's a good idea,
matron.

It might be a shock to me, sister.

Ready?

Right, let's go.

Still on tonight?

Yes.

Where would you like to go?

New Indian?

Down?

Down the pub?

Cut to Cheriton, please.

Swabs!

Here's.

Thought so.

It's perforated.

Looks like you'll have what I meant just
in time.

When's he coming home?

Well, once he's a bit more stable, he
just needs a couple of days rest, really.

They'll take me away.

Of course they won't.

They'll put me in that awful place.

Mrs. Hayden, listen to me.

Nobody is going to let that happen.

People like me are just chucked on the
rubbish heap.

I'm useless.

They'll put me in that place and we'll
never see each other again.

How long have you been with the practice?

Since the year Billy was born and he'd be


Well, there you are.

Then you see, over 50 years.

If we can't stand by
our most faithful patients,

then what on earth would
the world be coming to, eh?

I'll see that you're all right.

Two o'clock, sister.

The elsing beheld.

And then, with any luck,
we'll have a nice

picture of you and baby
in the evening edition.

And the mother will get in touch.

I'll be there, Mr. Middleditch.

Have you taken a peep at the wee man yet?

No, not yet.

He's gorgeous.

He looks a little bit
like... Mr. Middleditch!

Oh, Matron, I'm just off into town on my
lunch break.

I've just heard from Dr. Ormerod about a
district authority inspection.

Ah, yes, Matron.

Yes, I was about to tell you.

What exactly is it in aid of, pray?

Why does my hospital need inspecting?

Come,

Mr. Greengrass.

Oh, that bear's around your bath ages ago.

I wish you'd leave off.

Look, you don't understand about the
different malaria...

You haven't bathed.

You want to read this book on tropical
medicine?

Bath now!

All right.

But if I peg it, you'll be here for mine
next again.

Especially if they find out about it.

Your friend's going to be fine.

The operation went very well.

Oh, good.

Very good.

We take him to the ball tonight,
yes?

Tonight?

Yes.

Ah, no, no, no, no.

Good Lord, no.

Maybe in four or five days' time.

But tonight is really far too soon.

Wait a second.

Please.

Take it.

Just thanks for operation.

Ah, well, um...

That's really very kind.

Won't you give him permission to go,
yes?

No.

Sorry,
but... But every day here we use fish.

Our families will suffer.

Ah, um... Mr. Middleditch?

Mr. Middleditch, perhaps you could explain
the severity of, um...

My dear fellow, what have you got there?

A Luger carrier.

My goodness, this must be worth a fortune.

Yes, it's, um, from... Oh, my dear sir,
that is most kind, most kind.

Excuse me, you are a man in charge here,
yes?

Oh, well, my position here is...

Well,
you will give our friend permission

to go and we can bring
some polenta for you.

Now, look... Well, perhaps we can reassess
the situation in a couple of days' time.

That's two.

Two days, yes?

f*ck you!

Hey, hey, come here!

Hey, come here, come here!

Bit of a coincidence, her needing to come
at the same time as him, isn't it?

Yes, yeah.

So, what's the problem?

Um... hips.

Arthritic hips.

I see.

And, uh, tests.

Tests, of course.

Yeah.

In other words, you've given her a bed
because she couldn't manage her homework.

You know what, Dr Wetherall?

I'm starting to quite like this place.

Very

well, I'll take over.

Oh, there, that's better.

That nasty, great light.

Some of these youngsters have got no idea,
have they?

Poor little scrub.

Yes?

I was just coming to say goodnight to
baby.

What have you got there?

Nothing.

Let's have a look.

I'm afraid you seem to
have been... Evidently.

In this hospital, sister, we work as a
team.

There is no place for nurses seeking
stardom in their own right.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Just don't get too involved, that's all.

You'll only end up getting hurt.

Caviar.

Yeah, but it's not just ordinary caviar,
is it?

It's beluga.

Beluga?

I heard old Middleridge
saying it was worth a fortune and

I've seen it in the shops
that are over a five or a ten.

You're joking.

And they reckon they
can let us have it for a

pound and I'm sure
we can sell it for three.

All I want to know is have you got a
market?

Well, it depends.

How many tins did he bring in?

Over a star of ten.

He said to bring them in.

Talk of the devil.

Good evening, Mr. Greengrass.

Here we are.

As promised.

Ten pounds, please.

Well, come on, Ken.

Don't stand there taking a lot of no
notice.

I'm skint.

Why do you think I'll cut you in?

Here you are.

Buy yourself a sludge.

Spasiba!

Spasiba!

Ivan!

Ivan!

Gato shova etsie!

Morning, staff nurse.

Bill, what are you doing here?

Oh, don't tell me.

Have you found our missing mum?

Not quite.

But have you got some leads, though?

Well... Typical Bobby, eh?

Keeping your cards close to your chest.

I do love a man in uniform.

Right.

Baker.

Yeah, Mortop Farm.

Rigsby.

What's on her throat?

Might make nothing.

Here we are.

And, um, I'll pay your patience,
woman.

Ah, right.

So you say the daughter went missing?

Yeah, on Monday evening.

Mrs Baker called about 9pm.

Said Susan had gone missing.

She'd gone shopping in Elsaby and,
uh, hadn't come home.

Oh, here we are.

Susan Baker,
last seen in May with... Avaruca.

No, no, no, no.

I remember her now.

She's a schoolgirl.

She couldn't have had a baby.

She is 16.

Well, she's a very young 16.

Anyway, go on.

She went missing and...

And we started to look for her
and then early the next morning,

Mr Baker called and said
she'd turned up safe and sound.

When I heard about the baby and thought
about it, well, she did go missing on Monday.

And we found the baby first thing on
Tuesday, so the timing does fit.

I see what you mean.

Well, it's worth looking into,
isn't it?

I suppose it should.

Let me play them a visit.

I hope you're not going to put the wind up
again.

All ten tins, without a quibble,
cash on the nail, three quid of tin.

I'd tell you, I knew we'd get a few quid.

And there's your share, ten pounds.

Now, listen, if you want any more of that,
get us some more of that caviar because my

culture can get shut of as much as we can
get our hands on.

Hey, hey.

Why are these coals drawn?

Leave it to me.

What it is, sister, you see, it's me black
water fever.

It's a bright light.

It affects my eyes.

Where's this book you're getting all these
ailments from, eh?

Next time you want to
invent some symptoms,

pick a more up-to-date medical book,
will you?



Thank you.

You come to look out, Susan?

Yes.

Well, we didn't call you.

Was it the school?

School?

Well, why would the school want to contact
me, Mrs Baker?

Well, because she's not been in since last
week, that's why.

I don't know what's the matter with her.

Her and her father
had a bit of a set too on

Monday and she's been
up in her room ever since.

Her father says she's sulking,
but you'd think by now.

Can I go up?

She won't see you.

Yes, well...

All the same.

All right.

She's never been like this before.

I have to take her dinner up and
everything.

Susan?

Here's Dr Omerod to see you.

Go away.

I told you not to call the doctor.

I'm all right.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

Hello, Susan.

I think you'd better try and tell me
what's happened.

Nothing.

Can I see you?

No.

Have you got stomach aches?

No.

Please, go away.

Just go away.

OK.

It's OK.

I just... It's all right.

I didn't know what to do.

I just didn't know.

Here, come on.

Now, don't worry.

I'm here to help.

Now, when you feel ready, you must tell me
what happened.

Please.

I have to use your telephone.

I need to get Susan into hospital.

What?

Mrs Baker... Have you
really no idea what's wrong?

No.

Right.

Well, this is going to come as something
of a shock to you then.

She's had a baby.

Susan?

I've examined her and there's no doubt.

It happened on Monday.

The night she went missing.

A baby?

She'll be fine.

She's on a drip for the blood loss and the
doctor's just putting a few stitches in.

What about Mr Baker?

Is he coming in?

He was out on the farm when the doctor
came.

I left him a note.

Did you explain what happened?

No.

You'll k*ll her.

Why didn't I notice?

How did she manage to carry a baby and me
not notice?

Where did she have it?

Questions later here, Mrs Baker.

Let's just get Susan right first,
shall we?

What happened to the cardigan the baby was
wrapped in?

Phil Bellamy took it.

Can we get it back?

Mrs Baker can identify at least one note
if the baby's definitely Susan's.

Do you not think we can ask Susan herself?

No, not yet.

She's in shock.

Look, I really don't want to have to put
her into maternity.

It'll seem too cruel.

It'll have to be forcing.

That force is full.

Then just ask them to squeeze in another
bit, yes?

I know it's strictly against the rules,
but in this case I think we're justified.

You're right.

I don't know how we're ever going to hold
our heads up again.

She'll be telling Susan so in no uncertain
terms.

Perhaps not today.

Beg your pardon?

Mrs Baker, think what she's been through.

I think it might be better to let her be
for a while.

Maybe wait till tomorrow.

And what am I supposed to tell her father?

Well, it's going to have to be the truth,
isn't it?

It's hard.

It must be.

All right, sister.

So are we going to confront her?

Ask her why she did it?

Sister Bridget, please.

Put yourself in her place.

She's given birth.

She's lost a lot of blood.

She's terrified of her parents.

I am not going in there telling her we
found her baby.

If it is her baby, not yet.

So my little man down the corridor lies
motherless, does he?

For the time being, yes.

Well, I think we have a duty to reunite
mother and child as soon as possible.

And since when have things like this been
up to you, sister?

Get on with your work and leave decisions
to the doctors.

I'm sorry.

This is a clinic for ladies.

I don't want a clinic.

I want my wife and daughter.

I got in from Ploughing.

No dinner on the table.

Just this.

I've taken Susan to St Aidan's.

So what's going on?

Where are they?

Erm, excuse me a minute.

Here we are, Lizzie, as requested.

Exhibit A.

One pink jumper.

Hello, Mr Baker.

Oh, that's Susan.

You're Susan's dad.

What's that doing here?

We had to get it back for someone to
identify.

That's what she wrapped the baby in,
you see.

Excuse me, Lizzie,
I think perhaps... She wrapped the what?

The... The... Well, Lizzie,
did you see her baby?

Yeah.

The one she left on the steps.

What's she on about?

Er, Mr Baker, I think perhaps we best talk
to one of the doctors.

It's all right.

I'll explain.

Where's Susan?

We can't see her till tomorrow,
Norman.

What?

She's had a baby.

Good night, Ada, Lola.

She usually has a cup of tea before she
settles down.

We're looking after her now, not you,
Mr Heaton.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Er, excuse me, sister.

Matron.

Madame, we take my friend now,
please.

He's very homesick.

He wants to be with family.

He's long enough here, yes?

He's certainly not long enough here.

Your colleague has
abdominal stitches and

needs to lie still for
at least another day.

Tomorrow, then?

If Dr Omarod agrees, it may be possible.

Maybe, maybe possible.

Hey, enough drug, then?

Yeah.

Erm, can you, can you get us any more of
that caviar?

How much do you want?

As much as you can get.

I will do my very best for you,
Mr Greengrass.

Come on, dear.

It's no use burying your head in the sand
and pretending it didn't happen.

You've had a baby.

I think you'll feel an awful lot better if
you talk about it.

You had him three days ago, yes?

On your own somewhere.

And then he did a clever thing.

You couldn't take him home, so you left
him here.

Susan?

Is he dead?

No, of course he isn't.

Why hasn't anyone mentioned him?

Well, we didn't think you were well
enough.

He's absolutely fine.

He's a lovely, healthy baby.

Tell me about having him, dear.

Was it somewhere at home?

On the beach.

On the beach?

It got dark and I went under the pier.

I wrapped him up in my car ticket.

I didn't know what else to do.

Where is he?

He's just along the corridor.

Do you want to see him?

No.

OK, so you were born in Guildford and you
trained in London.

So the $64 million question is what are
you doing here?

Well... Why a cottage
hospital in the north riding?

I mean, why come to a backwater like this?

I don't see it as a backwater.

Oh, come on.

You could have gone anywhere.

Post job in a major teaching hospital.

I didn't want any of that.

Look.

What I liked so much when I heard about
this place was being able to do everything.

Being a GP and seeing patients in their
homes.

Looking after them if they come to
hospital.

Operating on them if they need surgery.

Dealing with them if they come into
casualty.

It's fantastic.

It's what I came into medicine for.

Sorry, am I boring you?

No.

I know you think I'm crazy.

And perhaps I am.

But I don't think so.

Good.

Now where's this restaurant?

I can't be starving.

Good.

Well, today is the day, Ken.

The visitation from on high.

And I want you with us at all times,
plus a full set of keys.

Yes, Mr. Middlewich.



Yes, Mr. Middlewich.

Looking your smartest.

Yes, Mr. Middlewich.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Middlewich.

Ah, yes, Alan Morris.

What can I do for you?

Mr. Greengrass wants a word with you.

Very good.

Here.

Well, go on.

There we are, Mr. Heaton.

Old comfy.

Thank you, yes.

And I've some good news for you.

No?

Dr. Omarod says you're so much better,
you can go home.

Today?

Later on this afternoon.

Not yet.

We've important visitors coming,
and matron doesn't want

people milling around,
making the place look untidy.

Now, when you do go home, don't you dare
start overdoing it again.

Because that's what got you in here in the
first place, wasn't it?

Overdoing it and fretting?

Only about eight.

There's no need, Mr. Heaton.

You do a grand job looking after her.

Everybody thinks so.

Do they?

Of course they do.

And no one's going to let you be
separated, Mr. Heaton.

No one.

So put that worry right out of your mind.

Thank you, I'm nice.

I'll bring your clothes back after the
inspectors have been.

All right?

Thank you.

You rang, my lad?

The hammer and sickles are ringing in a
load this afternoon.

How do you mean, a load?

A hundred tins.

And they want pain on their nails,
so we need a hundred quid.

A hundred quid?

By two o'clock.

Well, I can't do that.

That's when the inspectors are coming.

Don't worry about them.

Just bring the cash.

You've got no work to do, Mr. Hopkirk.

Just a sec, sister.

I'm... Right, you give me that
tenner I gave you yesterday.

Well, I need it.

I didn't wrestle him.

I'm sorry, love.

The beds are so close, I can't help
hearing.

It's all right.

A little boy, was it?

I had a little boy once, Billy.

A lovely baby.

People used to stop in the street to
admire him.

He was born just as the Great w*r began.

George went off to France and... me and
Billy were on our own for five old years.

Will he come and see you?

No.

No.

He was in the RAF, you see.

In the last w*r.

Go and see your baby, love.

I can't.

He's only just along the way.

Nobody will know.

Ada!

We're going home.

I'll do it, Mrs. Heaton.

Good girl!

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, George, we're going home.

Doctor told me.

Come in, dear.

Sit down.

Make your nights for Mummy.

Will we?

I never had babies.

Well, it doesn't really go with being a
nun.

Here.

You're a very lucky girl.



How much have you got in the post office?

About 50 pounds.

Good.

Go get 30.

I'll take this and give the lot to
Greengrass.

Come on, by the end of the day,
that 30 will have doubled.

Come on, Alan, they're going to be here in
half an hour.

Who was he, then?

Come along, Susan.

Look, if she doesn't want to tell you.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I've never been so ashamed in all me life.

You've brought disgrace on this whole
family you have.

The very least you can do is tell us his
name.

Martin.

Martin Pierce!

Right.

I've got better things to do with my time
than this, Mr. Middleton.

It's all in the one course, mister.

If they like what they see, they won't
bother us again.

I must say that everything looks
absolutely splendid.

Ah, Lizzie, I'll be in my office.

Let me know as soon as they arrive.

MUSIC PLAYS Thank you.

Get out!

Now!

Right, so where's this baby, then?

You're not seeing any baby.

Not until you've told us what you're going
to do about it.

And I'm not saying what I'm going to do,
Mr. Baker.

Not till I know it's our Martin's.

What are you two gawping at?

I beg your pardon?

Push off!

Well, it's only her word, isn't it?

You just take that back.

Come on.

You're not telling me how Martin's the
only lad she's ever been with.

Get off!

Get off!

Now, now, stop that at once.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Welcome to St David's.

Now, if you would just come this way.

What is the meaning of this appalling
behaviour?

I think you'd all better come with me.

Hey, hang on.

This is the same thing.

This is a different tune to before... No,
no, no, please, better!

What's going on?

I'm really sorry,
Mr. Bridgett, but it's the

Russians,
they're celebrating Mr. Evans's destiny.

The best Russian caviar, better than
beluga for this good price.

Alan, get rid of this stuff at once.

It is the same price.

I'm not paying more than we quitted to.

It is bargain, big bargain.

And stop that noise!

I will not have squeeze box on my ward.

This is Milner, our men's ward.

Mind your backs, come in through.

Mr. Dringer, Alice.

And this is Sister Bridget.

Sister Bridget has been with us now.

One hundred bars, please.

How long is this, sir?

Thank you.

Nine years.

Yes, that's right, sir.

Thank you.

Don't worry, sister, we have no pain.

Thank you very much, Mr. Middleditch.

Thank you.

This is very good stuff, as I promise.

But don't tell anybody, please.

Because everybody will want some.

Please, please, please!

Please, please, please!

Please, please, please!

You fool!

All right, Mr. Becker.

We'll do the right thing.

Martin'll wed her as soon as possible.

Dad!

You made your bed, son.

Now you must lie in it.

Yeah, but what about school?

What about my O-levels?

You'll have to forget all that,
won't you?

Get yourself a job.

Take on your responsibilities like a man.

Are you off, Len Corn?

Aye, none off.

Soon as I get my share from Ken out of
that stuff we got from the Russians.

It's disgusting!

It might be to you and me, mate.

But it's a delicacy to some people.

A delicacy?

You must be joking.

When I was in the Merchant Navy,
we had that stuff

them Ruskies brought all the
time on the Merman's Grum.

It's whale meat.

It's whale meat, I'm telling you.

I'd know that tin anywhere.

We pop the eggs into the stocking like
this, you see.

Twelve at a time, enough for Milner and
Fawcett.

Into the water it goes, like so.

Well, as you can see, another very bright
and airy room.

Six beds, you say?

Yes, six beds, six beds.

And what's been the matter with you?

Nothing.

I wasn't even ill.

Well, obviously she was.

Oh, no, I wasn't, Mr. Middleditch.

Don't you be so modest.

Dr. Wetherill bent the rule, so as I could
be with my husband.

Um, Nurse Hobkirk?

Wasn't that lovely?

She was taking Mrs. Heaton down to
reception to wait for her lift.

She is, of course, going home today.

Quiet.

Good luck, Lorne.

Which doctor did she say?

Dr. Wetherill.

Go on, then.

Tell her.

We're to wed, Susan.

Dad says.

Seven.

Definitely seven.

I make this ward seven beds.

And who are you?

The baby's grandmother.

Well, now that's grand.

Congratulations.

I can't let her marry Martin.

They're too young.

They don't love each other.

They'll have to go for adoption.

And that's a wonderful thing to do.

He'll surely bring some couple great
happiness.

Ah, yes.

He will indeed.

He's a gorgeous wee boy.

Think of the joy he'll bring.

His first smile.

His first steps.

His first words.

What a gift you're giving.

I expect he'll go to London.

That's where they usually go.

Come on, get it open.

What that'll do.

Let's have a look.

It's a walk.

It makes your eyes water a bit,
that, doesn't it?

What is it?

I don't know.

By caviar, it's not.

Are they all definitely the same?

Let's see if we can find them.

Get our money back.

Come on, chop chop.

I did come this way, gentlemen.

Along here.

Here is one of our capacious linen covers.

Whatever is this?

I'm afraid you'll have the better of me
there.

Whatever it is, it seems to have gone off.

Any ideas, Ken?

Hey!

Hey!

Come here!

I want some work!

Stop it, Satan!

Stop!

Come here!

Try on me!

Hey!

That's absurd!

What are we going to do?

What do you mean, wait?

I'm going back to bed.

We'd better sort it out.

We cannot, Kirk.

I think I'm going to have another relax.

That's how it could be a real... Oh,
thank you very much, Mr. Middleditch.

Most interesting.

My pleasure.

We'll be in touch shortly.

Well, it could have been worse.

How, pray?

Go on.

Take him.

Love.

That's all you need.

The rest will be easy, I promise.

Now then.

Off you go.

Now then, young man.

Go on home and tell your dad a wedding
won't be necessary.

Well, I won't say I'm pleased,
because I'm not.

I'm shocked.

But I'll not have your
life ruined by marrying

some silly young
lad with inky fingers.

And I'll certainly not have any grandchild
of mine sent to strangers in London.

So, I suppose I'll have to bring him up
myself.

Now, hold his head firmly.

That's it.

Now, get your hand under his neck.

No, look.

Give him here.

There.

Little Norman.

What?

After your father, of course.

Well, I'm not having him called Cliff.

That's not a baking name, is it?

It might be now.

So, what happened to young Martin?

Did he get up scot-free?

Uh, no.

No, not exactly.

He's got to work in his father's butcher
shop every Saturday.

Give the bakers his wages.

You know, it's very decent of the
Russians, this.

Make a nice treat for Caroline.

She loves her stuff.

You could go lucky, Gordon.

I've heard caviar's an aphrodisiac.

Right.

I'll report back then.

Nigel?

Ah, Mr. Middlewich.

How did it go?

Excellently.

Very well.

Actually, Gordon, not at all well.

I've just had a phone call from the
treasurer's office.

They want to come back for a second look.

No.

I'm afraid our future hangs very much in
the balance.

Keep it to yourself.

Well done, everybody.

What about me 30 quid?

Never mind your 30.

What about my 60?

Oh, sh*t!

What are we going to do?

Greengrass.

Call the police.