01x02 - Second Time Around

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???????????? I'm sorry to keep you, but since
you're in the building... That's Matron.

And Mr Rose.

No trouble, Matron.

He can't possibly know that.

Yes, I can.

There's authority in them footsteps.

I don't have smell down here.

That's the dust of ages, that is,
lad.

Smells more like mice today.

Right, well I'm off for my tea.

We'll sort that valve out in the morning.

Get off!

Get off!

Sister, there's spiders!

Thousands of them!

Sir, son, the poor man has high fever.

Where is the green grass?

Spiders indeed!

But my ward could this not ever nest!

There's no sign of Mr Greengrass's
rigorous abating.

Or the delirium.

He was just telling the whole world he
could see spiders.

Yes, well it's probably falciparum
malaria.

It's resistant to quinidine.

Oh, really?

I've ordered a new drug from the pharmacy.

It'll be here tomorrow.

So start him on that and we'll see how we
get on.

In the meantime, just keep him cool with
the fan and keep his fluid levels up.

Yes, but... I'm sorry, sister.

No buts.

I'm so late you wouldn't believe.

Good night.

Good night, Doctor.

Headache?

No.

Vomiting?

No.

Good as new, I'd say.

No problem.

The neigh is still very sore.

Yes, of course it is.

You've torn every ligament you've got.

Talk to a matron about it.

My concern is the state of your skull.

All things being equal, I think you can
chuck him out of here in 48 hours.

Thank you.

Cheerio.

Am I really ready to go home?

If Mr Rose says so.

You'll be on crutches for a while,
of course.

It might be easier if your wife makes up a
bed for you downstairs.

What?

Well, will that be difficult?

It won't have to be, will it?

It's alright, Doctor.

What's happened?

The lorry driver says they both took the
corner a bit wide and the lads skidded.

He was thrown clear.

But the driver reckons he saw the lads go
straight into the wall.

How long ago?



Hello?

I've got a home run.

Any identification?

Passports and everything.

We came up a motorbike.

The boy was unconscious for approximately


The girl has made the front of her head.

Possible internal injuries.

Right, but the girl in the emergency
operated this.

Lizzie, could you call my wife,
please?

Tell her I've got an emergency.

Hey.

The relatives have been informed.

They'll be here soon.

Could you please stay and look after them?

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

Hello there.

Can you hear me?

Can you tell me what your name is?

Where's Laura?

Multiple aberrations to scalp.

Pupils dilated and not responding.

She's bleeding from the left ear,
and I think

there's a probable middle
cranial fossa fracture.

OK, check BP and get x-ray near
straightaway.

Do you need a fist for me, Brian?

OK, good.

Please.

Where's Laura?

She's just on the other side of everyone.

She's been very well looked after.

Fracture of left rectupula and left
clavicle.

Left side haemothorax.

All ribs on the left side.

That's fractured.

No pressure very low.

Abdomen is distended.

Probable rupture of liver and spleen.

It's no trouble, honestly.

Let me make you a nice cup of tea.

It'll be a while before the doctors have
anything to tell you.

Find out about Laura.

As soon as I've sorted you out,
OK?

I'm going to keep you in for a couple of
days.

Here's some x-rays.

Just to be on the safe side.

But I think that you haven't done anything
more than give yourself some nasty cuts

and bruises, so... You're a very,
very lucky young man.

Dr. Omrad.

Frankly, with these injuries on her face,
she lasted as long as she did.

Time of death.



That mother's outside.

Can you tidy her up a little bit,
please?

She would have felt no pain, Mrs.
Galbraith.

She wouldn't have known anything about it.

Can I see her?

Well, if you'd like to.

He's all right.

Yes, yes, fine.

How can he be all right when Laura's dead?

Look, he's OK.

He's not!

He's got no right being alive!

He should have been k*lled, not by Laura!

I'm so sorry.

Just come and sit down.

m*rder*r!

Stop it!

Now, come on.

Look, I know this is a terrible time for
both of you.

And it's all in her fault!

She keeps...

Has Mr. Gordon's wife been in to visit him
at all since he's been here?

Er, no, she hasn't, now you mention it.

Is it important?

I need to know what kind of home care's
available to him when he leaves us.

He doesn't seem to want to talk about it.

Maybe Dr. Omerod could have a word.

He's good at that sort of thing.

Right.

Let's give that old boy a good talking to.

I'm freezing!

I can't get warm!

You take these pills and you'll be as warm
as toast especially for you.

Yes, well, as much as we enjoy
your company tremendously,

you really can't stay here forever,
you know.

Just another week.

Just till I feel a bit stronger.

Yes, well, just lying around here's
not going to get you any stronger, is it?

And that need needs time to mend.

And we've got to get your other muscles up
and working again.

And I'm sure your wife
would love you to be

back home as soon as possible,
wouldn't she?

I doubt it.

Is your wife perhaps...

not cut out to be the old ministering
angel?

Don't know what she's cut out to be
anymore, that's the truth of it.

I'm sorry, Dennis.

I don't mean to pry.

I really am only trying to help.

Then let me stay a bit longer.

Please, Doctor, don't send me home just
yet.

I can't face it.

I don't think I can take it anymore.

One gold locket on a chain.

One gold locket on a chain.

One wrist watch.

One engagement ring.

It's not her ring, she went engaged.

She was wearing it.

You can keep it then,
she's... I'm not touching it.

She's not taking anything off that...

I'll keep it here, in case you change your
mind.

Mrs Gilbreath... I'm afraid there's
going to have to be a coroner's inquest...

before we release.

Does that mean a post mort?

I can't...

Take your dad to my office and see if he
can find us both a party.

For thine is the power and the glory for
all eternity.

Amen.

Amen.

For the soul of poor little Laura...

and for her poor demented mother.

I heard what happened in casualty last
night.

I'm so sorry.

It must have been dreadful for you both.

Grief is a terrible thing.

We shall strive to find grace through it.

Brian, I need to take your pulse.

When can I go on?

Not for a bit.

You bumped your head, see, so we need to
keep an eye on you.

OK.

Meanwhile, you seem to be doing fine,
though.

Were you off on holiday?

No.

She was my life.

I only ever wanted the best for her.

They offered her a place at Cambridge,
you know.

Really?

Physics.

She'd have been the only female student in
the entire year.

Clever girl, eh?

That's what I didn't understand.

I mean, she watched me mess me chances
with a deadbeat and yet she couldn't wait

to do the same with that useless Linson
boy.

She wouldn't see reason.

People in love rarely do.

Love?

She was 18.

What would she know about love?

I'm gonna give you some ointment for that
eczema of yours and I'm gonna prescribe a

mild sedative just so that you get a bit
of sleep, all right?

And will Laura be there when I wake up?

Hey, what's going on?

That's been chewed, that.

I told you I could smell mice.

We'll keep biscuits in your pockets.

It's not my fault.

Never mind that, now.

We have got mice and we're both on our
heads on the block.

So if we get the boiler, we'll find out
how many of the little blighters we've got.

April of this year, a skull to the lower
abdomen.

Said he knocked a pot off the floor.

February before that, a deep gash to the
forearm.

Christmas before that, a black eye.

You're not seriously suggesting that Mrs.
Cording inflicted those injuries, are you?

All I know is that the man's desperately
upset at the thought of going home.

And quite honestly,
these are the classic

sort of injuries that
do come from violence.

And him a grown man.

It does happen, Major.

I mean, I hope I'm wrong, but you do
understand my concern.

I do, yes.

Maybe I should have a word with her.

Is that wise?

Whether you're right about this or not,
I've still got to make the home call.

Mr. Cording's going to be on crutches for
quite a while.

Leave it with me.

I'll see what I can find out.

Thanks.

This is to Bridget.

In a minute, Mr. Greengrass.

What are you doing here?

Nothing, matron.

It hardly looks like nothing.

Just checking the pipes under the shelves,
matron.

What for?

Oh, the usual.

Quarterly check.

Can I carry that for you?

I'm only going to put them in the
steriliser for tomorrow.

Are you all right, Alan?

Yeah.

I'm just looking to something.

Earn your report for tomorrow's list.

How's Brian Benson this morning?

As well as can be expected.

Thank you, staff.

David.

I had a similar incident to you yesterday.

I came across a road accident on my way
home.

That was bad.

Well, in this case,
it wouldn't have made any

difference if I'd had
the equipment or not.

But it made me think.

Have you heard of a chap called Ken
Easton?

Apparently, he's working on something
similar over at Catterick.

He calls it immediate care.

Yeah, I know.

Absolutely appalling, really.

What?

Well,
something so obvious as having an

emergency kit on hand
when you actually need it.

I mean, why haven't we been doing that for
years?

I mean, that's what's appalling.

I can't believe you were going to elope.

Running away abroad.

We weren't going abroad.

We just thought we might need passports
for identification.

At a registry office.

You must have known I'd never have
recognised that sort of marriage.

Yeah.

But you were going to do it anyway.

Is that what she wanted you to do?

Abandon... Stop it!

What does it matter now anyway?

She's dead.

I loved her more than anything in the
world and now she's gone.

Can't you just leave her at that?

I'm so sorry.

I know you think... Perhaps if I hadn't
forbidden them to see each other...

I don't blame you.

I'm sorry for what I said last night.

I'm very glad you're alive and unheard.

Thank you.

I loved her so much.

Good.

I hope you have a very long life,
Brian.

Because I want you to live every day of it
suffering your loss.

As I shall suffer mine.

You and your precious faith.

This is where hell is, Mrs. Lindsen.

Right here.

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far
away Now it looks as though they're here

to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday
Suddenly I'm not half the one I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me Oh,
yesterday came suddenly

Why he had to go I don't
know what would stay Hello?

Good grief.

Now let's see what all this fuss is about.

Well, here's the thing.

You're wrong, weren't you?

I've not got malaria at all.

I mean, malaria don't do this,
does it?

Oh no, you've got malaria all right,
Mr. Greengrass.

But now you have a nice rash to go with
it.

Now I wonder what you did to deserve that.

Come in here.

Have you ever read any of Michael
Ballint's papers?

To have us talk to them?

Not word for word, no.

That's very interesting.

He says that we should consider our
patients as having three separate but

interlocking aspects to their lives,
right?

Social, physical and psychological.

I'm with you so far.

And because they are like interlocking
circles, if something goes wrong with one

of the aspects, then it has an effect on
the others.

So that sometimes what
presents itself as a medical

problem may well have
its origins elsewhere.

Do you see what I mean?

If that was true, I would have been presented
with the screaming abdabs years ago.

I'm talking about Mrs. Galbraith.

I think her eczema is a symptom of
something else, you know.

I think she was a deeply neurotic woman
way before this tragedy with her daughter.

Sister Bridget says, could you take a
quick look at Mr. Greengrass, please?

He's come out all spotty.

Now, what's that a symptom of,
do you think?

Being a pain in the backside.

Right, well, there's no mice on the wards.

There's no sign of casualty.

Right, well, that just leaves the
outbuildings and the attic.

You set some traps down here and I'll go
check the other places.

If they're only in the cellar with a bit of
luck, we might just have got away with it.

It's really rather decorative when you
look at it from a right angle.

That's very droll.

Anyway, it's only hives.

Hives?

Probably just a nasty allergic reaction to
that new drug we started you on.

Which is a shame, really, because it seems
to be getting to grips with your malaria.

Anyway,
Sister Bridget is going to swipe

some more of your
blood for a parasite count.

Oh, yeah.

I wonder how many are left at this rate.

Yes, well, I'm sure you'll be able to
manage something.

And if you ask her very,
very nicely, she might be able

to give you something nice
and soothing for the rash.

There'll be no two newfangled,
not if it does this to you.

I'll finish up with a rash somewhere else.

We use a very advanced formula,
Mr. Greengrass.

It's what we in the medical profession
call calamine lotion.

Not too deep, will it?

And long in the short of it is that we
can't rely on Mrs. Cordy to even be there,

let alone care for her husband when he
goes home.

And Dennis has no idea what's been
happening.

Perhaps you could tell him.

Me?

If you're not in too much of a hurry to
get home, of course.

Hiya.

Hi.

Can I do something for you?

Oh, yes.

Well, um...

It's a bit confidential, really.

Dr. Cheriton.

In my job, I have to be the very soul of
discretion.

Good.

Right.

Well,
um... It's about Staff Nurse Taylor.

Yeah?

I... I was just wondering.

Is Nurse Taylor attached?

Attached?

Attached to what?

Well, I mean,
is she... You know... walking out?

Walking out?

You mean she's packed in her job?

Well, it's first I've heard of it,
if she is.

No, I don't mean that.

Ever such a nice girl, Meryl?

I'm surprised she doesn't have a
boyfriend, but there we are.

Probably waiting for Mr. Right to come
along.

I'm not sure I care where she's got to.

Things that bad?

I wouldn't know where to start.

Here.

That's her a couple of years ago.

On her 50th birthday.

She's a handsome woman.

Ah, she was.

Before she stopped smiling once and for
all.

Oh, and I know women of that age
go through a... Well, difficult time.

Tried to be patient.

Didn't you try to talk to her about it?

There didn't seem to be any point.

She just started... I don't know,
switching off.

She stopped listening to me, she stopped
talking to me.

Quite frankly, doctor,
I was so glad of the peace and

quiet, I just didn't want
to rock the boat any more.

I'm sorry.

We used to be so in love.

Who'd have thought it'd come to this,
eh?

Excuse me, doctor.

Did you see where Brian Linson went to?

Hey!

What do you think you're doing out there?

Go on.

We'll have them split.

It's a bit like we did.

Go away.

Come on, lad.

You'll lose your balance.

You're going to lose your balance.

You can't stop.

Yes, I can now.

Come on, get down.

Come on, you...

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

You OK?

Help!

Oh, dear!

Not bad for a time of the year,
is it?

Ken, you're not throwing chimney pots off
the roof again, are you?

I slipped and just froze.

I can't get him to move.

Ken, can you do me a favour?

There's a sink in the sluice room blocked
up.

Can you take a look at it for me?

Yes.

Right, I've got a good hold of you.

We need to hurry.

Take a step with me.

Right, I've got a hold of you.

That's it.

Come on more.

Come in, come in.

You sit down and get your legs back for a
bit.

All right?

Well done.

You could have been nasty.

How did you know he was...

Look, do you want to talk about it here or
should we go somewhere more comfortable?

Are you all right, love?

What are you doing here?

You haven't been here all night.

Hey, come on, love.

Talk to me.

Are you okay?

Okay, look.

Don't go away.

I'm going to get some help.

You must never take an attempted suicide
lightly.

I'm not.

I just think that if he was so easily
distracted when he saw that Ken needed

help, he couldn't have been that focused
on k*lling himself.

And he did come down without any argument.

What do you think, sister?

Well, I wasn't there, obviously,
but I tend to agree.

He's just suffered a terrible tragedy.

And the things that girl's mother was
saying to him on the ward, wicked,

dreadful things, anyone would be
devastated.

So you think this was a temporary
derangement?

It was a passing impulse.

He's not mentally ill.

He's heartbroken.

Look, he's from a church-going family.

Let me have a word with him.

Give that back to him when you do.

Come along.

What are you sitting around for?

Doesn't anybody do any work in this place?

What have you got for me?

Appendectomy, hernia, ingrain,
toenail, and avaricus vein.

Good.

I'll do the hernia first.

Have you thought any more about my offer,
sir?

Coming round to the general and working
for me there.

You're quite useful here, sir.

Small beer, young man, small beer.

That is against us, sir.

Yes, Mr. Greengrass.

Sister,
I'm telling you the truth of the flaming

mouse on the top of
the current railroad.

Yes, and I'm the queen of the main.

I'm being serious.

Mr. Greengrass,
you have been delirious, but you're not

delirious anymore because your
treatment's working quite nicely.

And if you're trying to pull a fast one,
I'd

appreciate it if you'd
be a bit more original.

But...

Ken, Ken, come here.

Hey, you, you, you could see it,
can't you?

So you what, Mr. Greengrass?

The mouse!

Look,
it... Will you not try a bite to eat?

That please us.

I can't see it, there's too much blood.

Sucker!

Sucker, please!

It doesn't seem to be here, Mr. Rose.

Then find it!

Hot pack, please, sirs.

Hey, Alan, I've just seen one of the hard
stuff.

I'm looking for the sucker, sorry.

Another hot pack, please, sir.

That's it.

Pack it like a teddy bear.

Damn.

You've got the sucker, Mr. Rose.

About time.

It doesn't seem to be working,
Mr. Rose.

Fresh hot packs, please, Staff Nurse
Taylor.

I know what it's like to
love someone so much you

can't conceive of not
being with them all the time.

But you're talking about God.

Laura and me, we were like two halves of
the same person.

Does that have to change?

Of course it does.

Physically, perhaps.

But wasn't your love so special because it
was a... a spiritual union?

A meeting of two souls?

Yeah, it was.

Well, then... Yeah, I know all that,
but... the rest of my life...

there's so long a time to be without her.

Then you must have courage, Brian.

Do you really think we'll meet again?

In paradise?

Have you stopped believing it?

I don't know.

I can say all the right words,
but... it's not as easy as that, is it?

There's nothing in the book that says it's
going to be easy.

Trust in the Lord, Brian.

Now's the time you need your faith more
than anything.

It'll help, I promise.

I wish at this moment I could believe.

I can think of nothing
I'd like better than

to know she was with
some kind of loving God.

I wish I could believe there was someone
up there who could make it easier for me.

So why Brian's mother banned them from
seeing each other, you know?

Thought we were godless atheists.

But you can't force believe, can you?

It's not my province, Mrs. Kilbreath.

My job is to promote healing.

And how do you heal a wound like this?

I don't know.

Perhaps the first step is not to make it
any worse.

How much worse can it be?

A great deal.

We found Brian on the hospital roof last
night.

We think he may have been considering
suicide.

Mrs. Kilbreath.

There's more than enough pain for you all
as it is.

Laura loved him enough to want to marry
him.

Can you not find it in you to make your
peace with him?

And his mother?

If only for her sake.

My little girl.

Physically, he's fine, Mrs. Linson.

You should be allowed to go home by then.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

I am, however, a little bit concerned
about his state of mind.

Why?

Well, it's a terrible thing to lose the
love of your life.

I do know that, Doctor.

I lost my own husband five years ago.

Right, well,
then you'll appreciate the sort of

depression, really,
that can accompany this sort of grief.

Of course.

When Brian's father died, without the love
of my family and the support of my church,

well, I don't know what I'd have done.

As long as that Kilbreath
woman keeps her evil

torn to herself,
then my son will manage just fine.

Mrs. Linson, that Kilbreath woman has lost
an awful lot more than you have,

and I gather she has less support than
you, so, I don't know.

A little bit of Christian charity,
maybe?

Oh, Brian, you look so much better.

I'm okay.

Sister Bridget's a very special person.

Mel, just leave.

Oh, here we go.

Oh, Mr. Lee.

Do we have any idea who she is?

Well, not unless there's anything in her
bag over there.

I'll ring round the institutions as soon
as I get a minute.

Probably a good idea.

She's suffering from hypothermia.

Just rubbish.

Bits of newspaper.

Shopping list.

Good Lord.

The address on this envelope, that's where
I was yesterday.

It's where Dennis Cording lives.

That can't be Mrs. Cording, can it?

No, no, no, no.

No, this isn't her.

Her husband showed me a photograph of her
yesterday.

You said her door was open.

I think this poor soul just wandered in off
the street and started to pinch his stuff.

Yes, all right, I'll tell him about that
as well.

In the meantime, start warming her up and
get some fluids inside her.

Sister, what exactly did you say to Brian?

Less than 24 hours ago, he was threatening
to throw himself off the roof.

When grief can shake faith very badly,
sometimes all that's needed is a little

reminder of where your strength comes
from.

The future doesn't look as terrible as it
did, that's all.

Whatever you thought about Laura,
we loved each other, and we always...

I'm arranging Laura's funeral for next
Friday.

I have no other family.

Perhaps we might find it easier if we all
sat together.

Yes.

Perhaps we might.

Thank you.

I just thought it, erm... Well,
it might be someone you know.

Aye, OK.

Aye, I know her.

That's Betty, that's me wife.

What?

What's happened to her?

Why is she in here?

How long has she been like this?

It's hard to say.

She's been putting on weight and letting
herself go for months.

Dennis.

I think there might be
something wrong with your

wife that's more than
just simple hypothermia.

She's gone senile, hasn't she?

Well, no.

I'm not terribly sure that she has.

In fact, I'm going to run some
investigations, see if they'll help us.

Will she have to go into our home?

I'm sure it won't come to that.

Look, don't worry.

We're going to take good care of her.

Nurse, while you're down here,
will you make a series

of physio appointments for Mr. Cording,
please?

Surely.

Thank you.

What are you thinking?

Well, a break-up of a marriage
does make people behave

in odd ways,
but it doesn't wipe them out like this.

Recent weight gain, puffy face,
poor eyebrows, mood changes.

I think this could be Floyd McSoedema.

Excuse me.

I'm going to catch Mr. Rose before he
leaves.

Please.

Mice?

What do you mean, mice?

We've been having a bit of a problem with
them, Mr. Rose.

And they've obviously been having a go at
some of the wiring.

May I remind you, ladies and gentlemen,
that this is an operating theatre.

A supposedly sterile environment where
poor, benighted individuals trust me to

rummage round in their innards without
being overrun by vermin.

Yes, Mr. Rose, but we've seen none in
here, mind.

You must be out of your mind to want to
remain in a dump like this.

Yes, Mr. Rose.

Ah, Mr. Rose.

All finished for the day.

What do you want?

What do I want?

Well, nothing too urgent, really.

I just wonder whether I could enlist your
support for the idea of setting up an

immediate care kit for, um, well,
situations outside of the hospital.

Immediate care.

This is where you need immediate care,
Dr. Omerod.

Put your own house in order before
attempting anything more difficult.

Anyone care to enlighten me?

Oh, patron.

How was Mrs. Gilbraith when you took her
to see her daughter?

As you'd expect.

Distraught.

I did try to persuade her not to make
things any worse, though.

This feud between her and the Lindsen
family.

Well, that obviously had an effect.

She'd just been on the ward and invited
them most to the funeral.

Really?

And how is Brian?

He's better.

Which does concern me, rather.

Why?

Well, he's gone from losing
his girlfriend through trying to

commit suicide to serene
acceptance in the shorter space of time.

I don't know.

I think it smacks of not facing the issue,
not really facing the reality of his loss.

Do you think he might try to harm himself
again?

I'm not a fortune teller, and I've no
evidence to suggest that he might.

I just...

I'm not very happy about letting him go
home so soon, that's all.

I simply can't give up a bed
on the basis that someone

might need psychiatric
evaluation at some point.

No, I know.

You must either commit to this course of
action, or discharge him, I'm afraid,

Dr. Wetherill.

Are you on duty tomorrow?

No.

Why?

Well, I just wanted a few friends who'd go
to the cinema.

Or a drink or something.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

I haven't been to the b*tches for ages.

I need a word, Mr.

Greengrass.

I'm in deep trouble.

Go away and leave me alone, Ken.

I'm a sick man.

I need your help.

Oh, yeah?

You know what?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You enjoy them and ends in ice.

Oh, does it?

Well, you haven't got a problem then,
have you?

Because it was just me hallucinating,
wasn't it?

I couldn't say anything earlier on,
could I?

There were too many people listening.

Now they all know.

About time you found out who your friends
are.

Mr. Greengrass.

Claude.

I mean, you're a gentleman of the country,
aren't you?

I mean, you know about these things.

It'll cost you.

Bottle of stout.

He got more chance than dit in fog.

A bottle of scotch.

I'll have a bottle.

All right.

It's a deal.

There's a farmer out at Southwaite.

He's got one of these, like, big smoke
g*ns.

He uses it to smoke the little devils out
of his barn.

That's what you need.

And?

And?

That's all you're getting for half a
bottle of scotch.

I want the other half if you want his
address.

No.

Thanks.

You off now?

Yeah.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Listen, Brian, remember, if you have any
problems at all, OK, even if you just want

somebody to talk to, I'm here and I'm
available, OK?

You'll be fine, Doctor.

Thank you for everything, Sister Bridget.

It was nothing.

Not true.

You help me understand how important it is
to trust God and be brave.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Doctor.

All the tests show that your wife's
thyroid functions are virtually nil.

So what does that mean?

Well,
apart from its role in the body, the

thyroid also controls
a lot of the emotions.

So when the gland
isn't working any more,

the... well,
the physical effects are obvious.

Weight gain,
coarsening of the skin, what

aren't so well-known
are the mental effects.

I thought it was early senility.

It used to be called myxoidema madness.

They used to put people away for her.

So she will have to go into her home.

I said old days.

The good news is, these days, it's
eminently treatable.

Have you any idea what an infestation of
vermin can do to our hospital?

Yes.

And why wasn't I informed?

We thought we could deal with it.

And we are dealing with it, Matron.

We've just hired a special piece of
agricultural equipment, and they're only

nesting in the cellar,
and once we've destroyed

the nests, we'll have it sorted,
I promise.

I hope so, Ken.

Otherwise, I shall have to inform the
authorities.

And quite apart from them wanting their
own pest control people to deal with it,

I would imagine they'll have a few
questions to ask of you.

I thought you'd never want to get on that
thing again.

You can't spend the rest of your life
being scared, can you?

Well, don't do it now.

I never will.

Good morning, the Royal.

Hang on a sec, I'll have to ask.

Dr. Wetherill, it's Mr. Scripps,
the Undertaker.

He's had some flowers
delivered for Miss Gilbreth's

funeral,
but he thinks there might be a mistake.

All right, Lizzie, thanks.

Hello, Mr. Scripps.

Joe Wetherill's, for you.

Sorry, what's the problem?

Right, what exactly does it say on the
card going on?

Oh, Dr. Armont, your wife just rang.

Can you pick up the children after the
piano lessons?

Because she won't be back till later.

She knows I'm on call.

All right, Mr. Scripps, you have to do it
with me.

Thanks.

Brian Linson's just sent a dozen red roses
to his girlfriend's funeral.

And on the card, he's written,
See you soon, darling.

Let's put this thing through its paces.

Mrs. Linson, are you sure?

It's just that I'd quite like to talk to
you.

No, no, there's no problem.

But if you could find out if Brian's at
his friend's house and let me know,

I would be very grateful.

Okay, thank you.

Bye-bye.

All I need is the air that I breathe and
to love you Are you going to be all right?

With the crutches or with my wife?

Both.

I don't know.

It's going to be really strange,
isn't it?

I mean, I've spent the last year or so
just cutting myself off from her,

thinking it was something I just had to
put up with.

That's what you wanted to know,
were you?

You can't blame yourself for responding to
things as you found them.

The point is, even when things were
at their worst, you didn't leave, did you?

You didn't try to end your marriage.



But it's not going to be easy.

No, it's not.

She'll be on a lifelong regime of pills.

But that smiling woman in the photograph,
she will come back, Dennis.

All you have to decide is whether you want
to as well.

What's that they say?

It's always better the second time around?

Yeah.

Something like that.

Blimey, you didn't say it was going to be
this much.

Well, I didn't know, did I?

Listen, I'm going to go and check to see
if I'm doing it properly.

They can have a go, eh?

Aye, OK, but listen.

Go down the end of that sign or something.

Keep it away from the wall.

Yeah, OK.

I'm not a complete idiot.

I'll, um... I'll call the coroner
when I get back to the hospital.

Do me a favour, do you want to be on call
this evening?

I mean, I know it's my turn, but things
are just a little bit problematic.

I'll return the favour whenever you like.

It's just I've got an emergency on.

domestic variety.

Thanks.

I won't get in.

It wouldn't be working if it didn't make
all that much smoke.

Would it?

So it's OK then?

Yeah, of course it is.

But there is one thing I forgot to tell
you.

What's that?

Well, whatever else you do, keep it away
from the drains.

It's the methane gas down there.

It doesn't mix too well with the hot smoke
and it tends to, you know, mop.

No, no, no, no, no.

Well,

it tends to explode.

Look, I'm awfully sorry.

It's all right.

It's probably just one of those days.

It's just that, well, I'm still very new
here.

It's important that people see I'm willing
to muck in.

Of course it is.

Perhaps you could go out another time.

Sure.

Excuse me, I'm going to have to go on with
change.

Are you all right?

Hey, Alan.

I've just heard that you're not supposed
to use that machine anywhere near drains.

No, you haven't, have you?

Me?

No, of course not.

Why would I want to do a thing like that?

No, I got it wrong, didn't I?

That's all there is to it.

Not necessarily.

No, Brian is dead.

Because I didn't think that I had enough
evidence to keep him here.

Well, isn't that fair enough?

No, it's not fair enough.

I didn't look deep enough.

As for Sister Bridget... No,
you know it's not her fault.

She was offering comfort the best way she
knew how.

Jill, Brian took a clear and
positive decision to end his

life because he wanted to
be reunited with his fiancé.

He'd have done it with or without you.

Or Sister Bridget.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know...

When you're ready, I think Sister Bridget
would appreciate a word from you.

She isn't taking this very well.

I'm sorry I pushed you for a decision on
Brian, Dr Wetherill.

I know you weren't happy about it,
but...

But you can't treat patients on gut
instinct, can you?

No.

I'm just thinking about your case.

Dennis and Betty Cording.

That's the kind of case we'd all like,
isn't it, eh?

Two people in the most terrible situation.

We prescribe some pills and...

it all turns out okay.

Wouldn't it be lovely if all our cases
could be solved that easily, eh?

Come on.

Back into battle.

Hey.

I didn't mean to bite your head off back
there.

I always get touchy when I'm wet.

Probably best not to go swimming with you,
then.

Best not.

Let's stick to the pictures, then.