01x05 - Immediate Care

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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.

Keep on running.

Keep on running.

One more day I'm gonna be the one.

The best man.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your man.

Keep on running.

One more day I'm gonna be the one.

The best man.

Man, this is such great limbercy.

This is exactly what I've been on about.

What happened?

I get called out to see a man who scolded
himself.

When I get back to the factory,
what he's done is spilled a cauldron of

boiling water into his industrial
Wellington boot.

Basically, he's cooked his feet.

I don't have enough dressing.

I don't have strong enough painkillers.

Oh boy.

And when the ambulance arrives,
I don't have anything either.

Well, listen, all I can say is if you run
out of love and go to Middle Ditch when we

see him later, I will back you up 100%,
alright?

Thank you.

That means a lot.

With a bit of luck, we'll have the results
back by the end of the day.

I'm sorry to put you to so much trouble.

You know what my Aunt Mary's like.

I do, yes.

I was only a bit tired.

My own doctor's brought
me in to see a perfectly good

specialist to do some
tests in a couple of weeks.

But oh no, I have to see her doctor as
well.

Well, you can't be too careful.

You are running a slight temperature.

And the fact that your lymph glands are up
shows you've got some sort of infection.

Don't worry.

We'll know more when we get the results of
this.

For those of you who haven't met him
before, this is Mr Harlan, who has been

commissioned by the District
Health Authority to conduct

a time and motion study on
the way that we work here.

Mr Harper will be with us until the end of
the week.

And I have assured the
authorities that we will

give him our fullest
cooperation at all times.

Quite.

Dr Weatherall, would you be so kind as to
start Mr Harper off in casualty?

Yes, of course.

You'd like to follow me?

Mr Middleditch, um...

Sorry, I don't mean to go on, but there
was yet another incident today where I

found myself with inadequate supplies to
treat a patient properly on site.

Now, we really must have adequate supplies
on standby, and I'm afraid all the time.

Dr Omurada, I am as keen as you are to
have an immediate care kit.

It's simply that the kitty is empty.

I really am sorry.

Well, on the other hand,
I suppose we could always

set up a fund and paper
the thing ourselves.

Right, now... Casualty, Mr Harper,
is the gateway to the hospital.

It is the first contact that our nursing
staff have with sick, endangered people,

some of whom need very urgent medical
attention, so I suggest that you find

yourself a little corner, you stand still,
and you try not to get in anybody's way.

OK.

Well, you're that jockey.

Yeah, I know.

Johnny Carroll.

That's the one.

Back in the mall.

Well, Mr Greengrass,
keep getting better at this rate,

and you'll be able to go
home by the end of the week.

That's good, isn't it?

Are you potty or something?

I'm not even sure I've got a home to go
to.

And even if I am, I'm so skinned I couldn't
afford to buy out, even if I were free.

Ah, stop here, thank you, courtesy of the
good old NHS.

You can't stop here if you're not ill.

Can't I?

You watch me.

Nurse, I've been told I've got
to increase my liquid intake,

and the chance of a cup of tea,
three sugars, not too much milk.

I'll see what I can do, Mr Greengrass.

You want to get yourself booked in here
for a fortnight.

So, it's just there, you see.

It's just a simple fracture, but it does
need to be plastered up all the time.

You can't do that.

Yes, I can.

I'm quite good at it.

No, I mean I'm a jockey.

I'm meant to be riding on Friday.

Well, put it this way, Mr Carroll.

Either you miss this
race because your leg's in

a plaster,
or you miss a lot because it isn't.

And we need to keep you in overnight to
check for a concussion, all right?

Right, let's start by getting your
trousers off, shall we?

Ken, Ken.

Have you come with a jockey?

I am one, Claude.

He's broken his ankle.

We're riding this thing in the 130 at York
on Friday, then?

No, there's more chance of knitting fog.

What?

What, Johnny?

What?

What do you fancy in the 130?

You're down for a ride, you must have some
out of here.

It's between the two favourites.

Depends on what the going's like.

How do you mean?

Oh, look.

Keep an eye on the weather between now and
Friday, all right?

If you have any more rain, and it's soft
to heavy, your apparel's a certainty.

If it clears up and it's good to firm,
white lightning's a good thing.

Good you know that, Claude.

You could do with the wind, get you back
to Barbados.

Here you go, Chadson.

Think's might.

Mind you, I'll tell you something,
Johnny.

You're better off in here, cos that thing
you were down to ride's got no chance.

You never know with blue skies.

You see, the form has not been in the
frame for the last six runs.

The last twice.

I'm not surprised it's 33 to 1.

Have you seen it?

Ah, you're probably right.

I will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky
When the wind is high When the wind is

high I will float a silver moon through
your window If your night is dark If your

night is dark There are several things it
could be, Fran.

But the first results
of your blood tests do

suggest there's more
to it than just an infection.

Well, what else could it be?

I know it's worrying for you, for all of
you.

But I wouldn't like to make a proper
diagnosis without running some more tests.

More tests?

Just some more blood.

And it might be worth doing a biopsy.

Take some tissue.

Bone marrow.

You need to come to the hospital tomorrow.

We'll go shopping in Scarborough tomorrow.

Steve can stay over with us.

And then we'll drive you in first thing in
the morning, get it over and done with.

But can I always go shopping another day?

You're joking!

You've got to run him.

There'll never be a chance like this
again.

I have not hooked him up on you for
naught.

Get Greenaway to ride him.

He's a good job, man.

Tell him if he wins, he'll cop for a
monkey.

He'll win, all right.

The 500 quid he'll win right in his
grandmother.

He's 33 to 1 in the life, right?

I want a grand on.

Then there's another hernia, make you
avoid no complications.

And then there's the gallstones.

Fat, fair, flatulent and forted.

Pretty much.

But if you can put the bone
marrow bias on top of the

list, the sooner we know
the results the better, really.

Big increase in the white corpus and
count?

Vast, yes.

Now it's not a big op.

You'll be back on the ward before you know
it.

And you can have a nice cup of tea when
you wake up.

Thanks.

Honestly, I would have thought you'd grown
out of all that while I went for camp.

Well, you'd have thought wrong,
wouldn't you, so there...

No, no, it's to raise money for the
immediate careful.

Don't suppose you'd be interested in
looking for a ticket to your sister?

I suppose it's worth half a crown to not
have you nagging me.

How much time do you have locked in each
patient during your surgery?

Er, depends what's wrong with them,
really.

All right, put it this way.

How many do you see during surgery hours?

It depends how many there are.

Lights are up, anyone will do.

Somebody's got themselves
pinned under a train

or something and
they'll soon be stationed.

All right, go on.

I'll cover for you.

You are a hero.

And this time I'm going to prepare
properly.

Hello, Johnny.

Don't be right if you win this,
winning is better.

Johnny Carroll, bent.

There's a nine bob note.

I knew that one, blue skies form.

He's not been trying on it, he's been
hooking it up.

Why?

Oh, well, it's the oldest dodge in the
book, isn't it?

Him and the trainer are in it together.

You get a good horse, right?

Keep strangling it, get some weight off
its back.

Wait until the punters are sick and tired
of backing it.

Now, when it's a good price, in you go and
cop for a nice touch.

That's dishonest.

Of course it is.

But very profitable, the funny thing is.

The one time it's a race uncertainty,
you can't ride it, can it?

That's why they've had to bring a new
jockey in on Friday.

I heard them arranging it on the phone.

They're having thousands on it.

And it's 33 to 1 in their life.

We're going to cop a few quid ourselves
here, Bernie, trust me.

Where is he?

Into the station, straight down the
platform, and you'll see what's happened.

If I take her to move on, he's trapped
right under the flatbed.

Can you help me with this, please?

Oh, I can't come with you.

I've got to wait here until the
ambulanceman wears a g*n.

Then when the crane comes... All right,
all right.

I'll manage this myself.

So, all we're going to do is scrape
together every penny we can find,

bung it all on blue skies, and Roberta's
your auntie.

Thank you, Claude.

I'm not sure about all this.

Look, you're the one that said I shouldn't
be stopping, innit?

I'm just trying to get a few quid to take
home.

Yeah, I suppose.

Thank you.

Right.

What you do is you tell everybody I'm
running a book on the 130 at York,

and I'm giving better odds than anybody
else.

Just make sure you get all the money up
front, and the other thing is,

don't take any bets on blue skies,
all right?

Yes, Sister Bridget, she could be your
first customer.

What are you up to now, Mr. Greengrass?

Yeah, we've just decided to go into the
book-making business.

Oh, that's good.

I don't suppose you nuns are interested in
gambling, are you?

We'll lift the wagon back on track,
and lifting gear for our general,

for which to ask for before following that
path.

Oh, terrific.

Hello, Jerry.

I'm just over.

Let's take a look at you, shall we?

All right.

Okay, I'm going to need some oxygen.

It's in the box.

We'll get it from here, please.

Now, I'm going to try and make this a bit
less painful for you, okay, Jerry?

I'll give you a way of getting this off.

I know it's difficult, but I want you to
try and relax, all right?

I'm going to give you some morphine, which
is going to kick in very, very fast, okay?

Don't worry.

Have you had it here?

I'm just really, really tired.

I'm not surprised.

It'll be the sea air.

Steve.

I may be quite ill, you know.

Well, then you're in the best place,
darling.

These doctors, they know what they're
doing.

How many will you have?

I'll have four.

Four tickets, that's two.

Here you go.

All in a good cause.

Lord knows what I'll do with him if I win.

No, I'm just trying to give the young
people a moment alone.

Just a bit sore.

I'm not surprised with them taking a great
lump out of you.

Just hope they put an appointment on it.

Yeah.

I do love you, you know.

I can't bear seeing you not well.

I'm giving you as much morphine as I dare.

How's it going to take you to get this
thing off him?

Well, his gear's trapped under the wagon.

The nearest crane's up on the branch line
at Aidensfield.

It'll take maybe half an hour to get you.

Half an hour?

It's on its way.

No, no, no, no, we don't have half an hour
to waste.

I don't like the look of that load.

Is it safe?

We nearly slid off when the wagon
collapsed, but we can't secure it.

It'll be hard getting that wagon anyway.

OK, let's think, think, think,
think.

Spades, shovels, picks, anything.

If that ground looks soft, we might be
able to dig him out from underneath.

OK?

Yeah, come on, lads, come on.

Then hurry!

Every moment's precious.

At least you've got him comfortable.

And there's nothing more that can happen
to him, is there?

The damage has been done.

There's no blood circulating through his
legs.

What?

It's just sitting there, soaking up the
poisons from his damaged tissues.

And when we release the pressure,
the poison's going

to flow through the rest of his body,
also his kidneys.

So, no, the damage hasn't been done.

In fact, it's probably only just started.

Greengrass, could you wait till one on
Yellow Peril?

Yeah, it's only good tonight.

Especially as the bookies are only after a
sixth of that.

Uncle Kern said they got the tip straight
from Johnny Carroll, as well.

Yeah,
but did he tell you it's only a good

tip if it rains a lot
between now and Friday?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, but how do you know it'll rain?

He jokes you.

He's up to something.

I don't know what it is, but he's up to
something.

You're doing really well, Gerry.

Now, the ambulance is waiting,
so you'll soon be nice and comfy.

Gerry?

Can you still hear me, Gerry?



Right on time.

Better get crossing closed.

Oh, for God's sake, stop it, man.

Gotta get him out.

You can't stop the 11.29.

It's an express.

I don't care if it's a flying Scotsman.

If that train comes through here,
this lot's gonna come crashing down.

So I'll have to put this in my report.

I'll need your name.

How are we doing?

Okay, this is what's gonna happen.

We're gonna lift his shoulders.

I want you to slide that
stretcher underneath,

and we're gonna gently ease him out,
all right?

I'll splint him in the ambulance.

Come on.

Gently.

What do you think?

Yeah, I reckon so, yeah.

Okay, we've got to get this right.

It's clear.

All right, let's do it.

Okay,

go.

Thank you, Lizzie.

I saw that young lady manning casualty
yesterday.

The reception desk this morning,
and now she makes tea.

Among other duties, as my secretary,
yes.

So, in which of these capacities is she
particularly qualified?

I beg your pardon?

Qualifications, Mr. Middleditch.

What qualifications does she possess?

A good heart, a willing disposition,
and entirely adequate shorthand.

In other words, none.

I only mention it, as I see no professional
certificate bearing your name either.

Mr. Harper, my grandfather founded this
hospital, and in his day, a gentleman did

not require a certificate before doing
good work amongst the community.

And I was brought up to respect that
tradition.

Yes, I'm sure.

However, in this day and age,
the NHS has been established

to provide a more reliable
form of public welfare.

I suppose it's the
diametrically opposed

doctrines of paternalism
and state socialism.

Herbert Hoover.

Balderdash.

TJ Middleditch.

Jerry Hanrahan, 29, crushed up in a goods
wagon.

Fractures to both legs, possibly commuted.

All right, let's get him up.

Two, three, lift.

Don't go anywhere, Ken.

X-ray in two minutes.

Start putting his trousers on.

How long was he crushed for?

Well, he was under the wagon for at least
two hours.

Really?

And another 20 minutes or so bringing him
back here.

What's this?

He's been under a goods wagon?

A workman, Mr. Rose.

We've just brought him in.

He's been prepared for X-ray now.

Excuse me.

Acute crush syndrome?

Very possibly.

Nasty.

Ever come across it before?

No, sir, I haven't.

Shoots the kidneys all to hell and back.

I'm finished here for today.

I shall be at the golf club this
afternoon.

You can get me there if you want any help
with anything.

Thank you, sir, we will.

Tidy yourself up, ma'am.

It's a hospital.

And that was me wondering what all these
sick people were doing here.

What, were you free for some lunch in half
an hour or so?

Possibly.

Got to do something first, though.

Yeah, what?

Just something else I've never had to deal
with before.

I did eat the jelly.

Well, you never get your hair to curl,
that's all I can say.

That's serious, huh?

What do you mean?

Well,
you wouldn't pull the curtains round if

you're going to tell me I've got measles,
would you?

No, probably not.

Do you want to sit down?

Thank you.

Fran, the tests we've done show...

they show you don't have an infection as
such.

No?

We thought at first it might have been
anaemia, but... What did the tests show?

Well, they...

they show you have a
great many more white

corpuscles in your
blood than you should do.

Why?

It's not leukemia, is it?

Yes, it is.

I'm so very sorry.

Wish I hadn't asked now.

The blood tests...

the changes in your bone marrow, they tell
us you have acute myeloblastic leukemia.

Now what this means is...
I know we'll die from this.

When?

We can treat the symptoms with drugs,
of course.

And the blood transfusions... Come on,
Dr. Chirriton.

We've done really well so far,
let's just... How long have I got?

I don't know, Fran.

You may want to go home, and it's your
decision, of course.

But I think we will all devise against it.

You mean I don't get out of here alive,
then?

Oh, God!

I couldn't think what else to do.

You must think I'm a right drip.

Actually, I think you're a smasher.

If I'd have been in her position... I'd
have wanted you to give me a hug as well.

You'd have to be that desperate,
huh?

Not necessarily.

This had better be good, overall.

I was four strokes off on the high
sheriff.

Well, you did offer, Mr. Rose,
as things stand here with Mr. Hanrahan.

We're in a bit of a bunker.

Good heavens, it looks as though you're
right.

Some of the troops, have them scrub up.

If we can't fix this with pins,
I shall have to amputate.

I promised you, Mother, I promised I'd
look after you.

And you have.

You didn't fail me.

This isn't anybody's fault.

She's right, Miss Graham.

There's nothing you or anyone else could
have done to prevent this.

Surely they should have spotted it sooner.

This form of leukemia is very easily mistaken
for other things, in the early stages.

Stop being so... so reasonable all the
time.

Believe me, I do understand how you feel.

How?

Did your niece die of
leukemia when you'd

brought her up from
being a wee small thing?

Mary, please!

It's all right.

You'd obviously prefer to be alone with
your niece.

If I might ask you to lower your voice so
as not to disturb the other patients.

Nope.

It looks as though we're pinching the
tibial artery.

About here.

Left hand down a bit, Dr Wetherall.

And a bit of a stretch.

Right.

Let's have a look at that.

It's extraordinary, really, when you come
to think of it.

Fifty years ago, this bloke wouldn't have
stood a chance.

Kept his life, he'd have lost his leg.

Now, I can take a photograph of what's
going on as it's going on, and put it right.

I've never been able to explore an artery
like this in my grandfather's day.

Well, I think Dr Wetherall's
prompt action on sight

might have had something
to do with this man's survival.

Yes, of course, my dear.

You'll have your blood transfusion first
thing in the morning.

You won't believe how much better you'll
feel.

That's good.

Sister, do you think I could have a word
with Maytrin?

In private.

I just wanted to apologise for my aunt's
behaviour earlier on.

She's so upset about all this,
it just sometimes takes the form of anger.

That's all.

It's off on the way.

I'd understand if you'd rather she didn't
come back.

I'm not usually in the habit of banning
visitors, Miss Wheeler.

Good.

Well done, everybody.

Last swimmer.

Keep an eye on his waterworks.

Staff.

I think I can just about manage to stay in
this position for another 30 seconds.

Oh, yes, Doctor.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I think a ten shilling bet would do me
rather nicely, thank you very much,

Mr Greenglass.

Now, I've heard that you're hoping for
better weather.

I think I might have picked the wrong
doctor.

So, you must be looking forward to getting
home soon, aren't you?

Oh, yes.

The only snag is, of course, I keep you up
in these watsits, these relapses.

Yes, well, just so long as yellow peril
doesn't bring on another one.

How's he doing?

His blood pressure's still a bit low,
but his pulse is steady.

He still hasn't passed water, though.

Oh, really?

Well, it could still be the shock,
I suppose.

Keep a close eye on him, will you,
sister?

Of course.

Tell me something, Merton.

On our rounds each morning, it seems to me
that we spend a great deal of time either

waiting for a patient to pass water or
discussing why they haven't.

It occurs to me that by giving these
patients a diuretic drug...

A diuretic, Mr Harper?

When I was commissioned to do this study,
I

thought it wise to acquaint
myself with the basics.

And it says here about diuretics.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Harper.

I don't seem to have my spectacles.

It's wonderful to see you looking so much
better.

It feels good from this side, too.

Have you even got some colour back in your
cheeks?

Yeah.

They might be wrong, you know.

Steve, I'm dying.

I feel better, I look better, because I've
been given good, healthy blood.

It's just doing its job.

I'm being looked after wonderfully here.

I know this must be awful for you and Aunt
Mary, but...

For me, knowing at last, not tearing
myself apart with worry...

It's like a huge weight has been lifted
from my shoulders.

I don't know what to do.

There is nothing to do, love.

Will you marry me?

Don't be silly, darling.

We have water for Mr Hammerhand.

Let joy be unconfined.

I'll get the tests done right away.

Mr Fairbank.

Are you all right?

Well, I know she doesn't think I'm up to
much, but it's getting to the point where

I don't do anything in the house,
or with the kids, in case I get it wrong.

Thought you should know, Dr Omerod.

You're a cute crush man, you just pass
water.

No blood, no protein.

I think we're on the winning side.

Well, you really got that one wrong,
didn't you?

Saved his life and everything.

Well done.

I think you and I should have a little
chat.

All right.

I want to know what you think you're
achieving.

I beg your pardon?

You sent your young man
off with a flea in his ear, and

you'd have done the same
for your aunt if I'd let you.

Why?

Do you dislike them that much?

Dislike them?

I'm dying.

Do you think I want them to watch that?

So, you'd rather they remembered you as
someone who rejected their love?

I don't want to hurt them.

I'm just trying to save them pain.

Well, you won't.

Do you think they care so little about you
that they won't grieve when you go?

That they'll just,
I don't know, say cheerio,

walk out of here and
never think of you again?

I don't know.

Well, I do.

In all my years of nursing, I've never
seen it happen yet.

I know you're trying very hard to be brave,
but

you must allow others a
chance to be brave as well.

Steve's very upset that you turned down
his proposal of marriage.

It's romantic nonsense.

Well, most proposals are, but that never
stopped anyone, did it?

What's the point?

We don't exactly have a future together,
do we?

No.

But Steve has a future on his own,
Fran.

Do you want him to spend it thinking about
how the woman he loved turned him away?

Or having a photograph of you as his
bride?

And remembering how happy he made each
other?

Well, Kevin... We're here.

Get up there.

All right, Claude.

What's this I heard about you running a
book on Friday's race?

Well, you heard what Carol said about...

between the two short price favorites.

Anyway, my money's gonna be on it drying
up, that's all.

There's something you're not telling me.

Don't talk.

Mind you,
I couldn't half do it with a bit of

that West Indian
sunshine without the flies.

I love you more than I've ever loved
anyone.

Please, will you do me the honor of
becoming my wife?

Yeah.

All right, then.

Thank you.

You're very pleased, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

You're very pleased.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, please.

For every girl and boy.

So, don't let the sun catch you crying.

I find this a pretty good fit.

And for finishing touch, Dr. Weatherall.

I'd like to see the lovely dress you have
in the window.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I hope your visit here has been as
instructive for you as it has been for us,

Mr. Harper.

Oh, yes, it's been a real eye-opener for
me, Matron.

Has it?

An apt demonstration, Matron.

According to the schedule given to me by
your good self, staff nurse Taylor should

be at home not hanging around drinking
tea.

Dr. Weatherall should be preparing for
evening surgery.

And there she is, all boots and saddles
and only 5.25.

Are you off home, Dr. Weatherall?

Oh, me?

No, no.

I'm off to Southway to change old Mrs.
Lacey's dressings.

But if I'm really quick, I should be back
by 6.30 at the end of evening surgery.

So lovely to meet you.

See you later.

And has something delayed you,
staff nurse?

No, Matron.

Oh, Jenny's got the flu.

And presumably staying on for your own
shift tomorrow.

Yeah, of course.

Why?

Oh, just checking.

Mr. Harper here thought he might be
hanging around.

Mrs. Taylor, Miss Chambers is calling for
you.

Excuse me, shall we go back to perform
again?

Ah, yes, Miss Chambers.

Perhaps we could see her.

Oh, yes, of course.

An interesting case, Mr. Harper.

Miss Chambers presented
with traumatic injury

to the head following
a motorcycle accident.

We noted post auricular
ecchymosis and during her

neurological assessment
we also noted hemiparesis.

Projectile vomiting.

It's a common complication in head
injuries.

I'd have thought you'd have known that
from your little book, Mr. Harper.

Ten flaming quick.

Is that all we've managed to scrape
together?

I did my best, Claude.

It wasn't easy.

Yeah, I don't suppose you're used to
dealing with live people, are you?

You couldn't have tried very hard,
could you?

I did!

It's just that most folk have put bets on
with you before.

And being fair, it's hardly the sort of
thing you do twice, isn't it?

Yeah, well, make sure you don't lose it.

I suppose it's still a nice touch if we
get thirty threes.

Right.

Don't forget to take the first show,
all right?

There's lots of having a fortune on it.

Claude, I'm still not happy about this.

I'm a respectable businessman in a very
sensitive profession.

I can't be seen hanging around betting
shops in Ashfordly.

Don't put it on in a betting shop in
Ashfordly.

Put it on a betting shop here.

And use my name if you have to.

Do what you like, but just get the money
on, all right?

How's the raffle going then, Dad?

Oh, not bad, love.

Made almost ten quid so far.

Hey, guess what, Kev?

It's starting to rain.

It's not, is it?

So, er, we gonna put a bet on with Mr.
Greengrass, or what?

Over my dead body.

No, we'll give him the satisfaction.

We'll see young Robert the bookies and
we'll do it properly.

Well, if it's that good a tip,
why not put the raffle money on?

Yell apparel.

Make even more toward the immediate care
fund.

Lizzie, Fran Wheeler's aunt have your
phone number for her.

Yeah, why?

That stupid woman at the dress shop.

She sold the dress I'd arrange to hire her
for tomorrow.

Oh, no.

I'll have to ring the
aunt and see if she has

something pretty she
can bring in from home.

Yeah, that's fine.

Yeah, put that.

OK, then.

Bye-bye.

Hello, Uncle Ken.

OK.

I'm gonna put 10 quid on yellow peril in
the 138 York this afternoon.

Yeah, you and the rest of the world.

That's the third bet I've taken on her in
as many minutes.

You what?

Yeah, it was that rain last night.

Everyone seems to know yellow perils
better than white lightning on the soft.

She started the week at 6 to 1.

I'm only offering 3 to 1 now.

I'd have been better off sticking with
Greengrass.

What races are you running in?

Oh, it's fine, Aunt Mary.

Why not see if this fits?

Oh, my.

It's Juppy.

It's a Pascal Juppy.

Oh, wow!

Looks like it's never been worn.

How old is it?

It's from Paris, so what could it be?

Who cares?

What's an atrium doing with a wedding
dress from Paris?

I mean, with any wedding dress come to
Paris.

That's a question I feel it's wiser not to
ask.

Can I have a little bit of a flutter on
the 130 at York?

You want yellow peril, it's only 5 to 4.

Oh.

Then I think I'll have me ten pound on
something else.

About blue skies?

Glad you came in.

I love an optimist.

You can have 40 to 1, Mr...

Greengrass.

Greengrass?

Best of luck, sir.

Good afternoon, St Aidan's.

Oh, no, Rob.

No, you can't, I'm afraid.

Dad's busy at the moment.

Dear Beloved, we are gathered here
together in the sight of God in the face

of this company to join together this man
and this woman in holy matrimony,

which is an honorable estate
instituted of God and signifying

the mystical union that is
between Christ and his church.

It is commanded of St Paul to be honorable
among all men and therefore is not to be

entered into unadvisedly,
but reverently, discreetly,

advisedly, soberly,
and in the fear of God.

If any man can show just cause why this
man and this woman may not be joined

together, let him now speak, or hereafter,
forever hold his peace.

Who gives this woman to marry this man?

I do.

Do you have a ring?

Steve and John, do you take this woman,
Francesca Mary, to be your lawful wedded

wife, in sickness and in health,
and forsaking all others keep you unto her?

For as long as you both shall live.

I do.

How did you get four to dawn?

I didn't think we got a chance.

Good.

Keep it safe.

They're all in.

How much fun is all ours?

The one in green with red, white,
and blue stripes.

Thank you.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Mr. and Mrs. Fairbank, may I be the first
to congratulate you.

How long?

How long?

How long?

Well, where did that come from?

Blue skies, that's the one that Johnny
Carroll was riding.

Thank you.

Very much, Johnny.

Alan?

Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Vilditch,
but there's an urgent phone call for you.

Right, well, thank you, Lizzie.

You'll do the honours, will you?

Oh, by the way, Rob Bone from the betting
shop.

Can you give him a ring when you've a
moment?

Oh, yeah, right.

Thanks, love.

Alan...

Oh, not at all.

Well,

no, it's not at all alright,
actually, but I

don't appear to have
any say in the matter.

Good day.

How guilty do I have to feel?

Guilty?

For being unpleasant to their time and
motion, man.

Oh, not at all, Matron, not at all.

The report was just an excuse.

It would have happened with or without
him.

Are they really going to close us down?

All services and equipment will be
transferred to Ashfordly General.

And the personnel?

My grandfather will be turning in his
grave.

Blue skies, not yellow peril.

Lizzie, I've lost all the money from the
raffle.

He did what?

What he couldn't have done.

He's been tucked up here all the time.

Hang about.

What did he look like?

A crafty ogre.

Thinks he's pulling a fast one on me.

Now, listen, Rob.

We need to get the betting slip.

And here's what I want you to do.

Thank you, Mr...?

Scripps.

Pardon?

Bernie Scripps.

But this belongs to someone called
Greengrass?

Yes.

Well, are you Mr Scripps or are you Mr
Greengrass?

I'm not sure you...

I'm sorry, Mr whoever you are,
but I can't pay out on this ticket.

They've announced an inquiry.

You'll have to come back tomorrow.

Lord isn't going to like this.

Here.

£410 less tax.

That's exactly £400.

And you owe me fivepence.

Hey, you can keep that instead of me
giving you a birthday present this year.

This never happened, OK?

I just wanted to say thank you for
everything.

It's our pleasure.

Bye.

OK.

Excuse me, before you all leave, would
this be a good time to draw the raffle?

For your immediate care fund?

Oh, yes, that.

Well, I don't see why not, do you?

Did you manage to sell me any tickets?

A few, Dr Omerod.

A few.

I think a quiet word individually rather
than a mass announcement, don't you?

If we're given the choice.

Hello, what's this?

Ken's been raising money
for the immediate care fund

and he'd like to give us
the proceeds from his raffle.

How very kind.

And the winner is... number 26,
Mr Claude Greengrass.

Well, as of this morning,
the proceeds from the

raffle stood at £7,


However,
thanks to Mr Greengrass's expert advice, we

placed the money on our
horse in this afternoon's race.

And blue skies duly came in at 40 to 1.

So, it gives me great pleasure,
Dr Omerod, to present you with £407,


immediate care fund.

Thanks to Mr Greengrass and his winning
tip from Mr Johnny Carroll.

That's incredible.

Yes, it is.

There you go, Claude.

It's your lucky day.

There's your consolation prize.

Do I detect a modicum of chicanery
regarding my winnings?

Not a modicum, Claude.

A dirty great dollop.

Unless you're awful for not letting me in
on it.

Yeah, I'll try and remember next time.

Oh, there won't be a next time.

You'll be in discharge tomorrow.

I hope you'll realise we're homeless.

Maybe Harper was right.

What?

Raffles and racing tips.

Hardly every liable way to run a hospital,
is it?

Maybe we do deserve to close.