02x06 - The Last Waltz

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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

Why don't we organise the hospital ball?

It'll be fun.

It'll be sorted out by this evening.

Did you try saying that like you meant it?

Morning!

Hey, they've got your mirror ba*ls!

Never mind the ba*ls, Ken.

Where's the dance floor?

Oh, that's on its way over.

My cousin's bringing it from third.

It's all in hand.

That's what you said about the group.

Oh, I've saved your bacon there,
too.

Oh, don't tell me.

It's your brother-in-law's uncle from
Hull.

No.

There's got to be someone from your
family.

What's wrong with my family?

There just seem to be an awful lot of
them.

And by some miracle, they put in the
lowest tender for the bar, the catering,

the dance floor, the marquee hire, and
more or less anything else I can think of.

Ah, well,
I was working a bunch of the

upcoats, you know,
and this band's no relation.

Who are they?

Call the upbeats.

It's a sort of play on words.

And can they sort of play their
instruments?

Of course they can.

Well, if you call it playing.

Always preferred something with a bit more
of a tune, you said.

So how do you get hold of them at such
short notice?

The guitarist.

He's Alan's brother.

So what about the drink?

Oh, it's a bit early in the day for me,
love.

Where is it?

Oh, it's all taken care of, all right.

If that's what I'm getting all day.

Well, there's no need to pick on Ken.

He's doing his best.

Who for?

The Bohr or the Hopkirk family?

Well, at least he found a group.

Unlike the person that went to college,
with a very close friend of the manager of

Procol Harriman, we're sure he could get
them to play here.

All right.

You've reminded me about that every day
for the last month.

Staff nurse Taylor?

Come in, Matron.

Oh, come on, Vic.

I've got to get back to hospital for an
operation at half ten.

Your plastic surgery?

Oh, you're so funny.

Brothers, eh?

I could do with mine giving us an hand
with this gear.

All right, I'm coming.

Are you sure this kit works?

It looks a bit knackered to me.

Yeah, it'll be fine.

Hey, listen, thanks for doing this.

You didn't have to.

Go on, see it.

Your big brother's a star.

Makes a change from saying my big
brother's up to something.

Have you been taking the antibiotics?

Yeah, like you said.

Good.

Well, that also looks like it's starting
to clear up.

Now,
I told you when I saw you before that it

was unusual to have
such a large mouth ulcer.

I've had the results back, and it's bad
news, I'm afraid.

You have syphilis.

Do you understand what that means?

That I can't have... Well, I'm sorry,
but there's no doubt about it, I'm afraid.

Now, luckily, it can be treated very
effectively by the antibiotics that we

gave you,
but we also need to make sure that the

person who you caught
it from receives treatment.

Was it your boyfriend?

I don't have a boyfriend.

I can't tell you.

Well, then, you have to tell him.

Ken!

May I have a word with you?

What's the problem, Mr Ram?

Dr Sheridan and staff nurse Taylor may
have been born yesterday, but I wasn't.

I don't quite get what you're driving at.

The red wine that you
provided for the last

hospital mall had been
nowhere near a grape.

In fact, it was rather more burnly than
burgundy.

Aye, well, right, proper mix-up,
that was.

Especially if you have the misfortune to
drink it.

I shall be watching what you plan to serve
this evening with interest.

Ah, well, actually, I've got a brand-new
supplier.

Ken, there's still no dance floor.

Ah, well, that's because my cousin wanted
to give it one last French polish.

There's a call for you, Dad.

Oh, I'd better take that.

It's probably him.

Excuse me.

Never again.

Running this ball's been one long
nightmare.

You should try running a hospital.

We'll see you at the ball this evening,
Mr Sutton.

Only three pairs of tickets left for
tonight.

Good, isn't it?

We'll see.

Lizzie, did you put that poster there?

No, it was Dr Sheridan, so people could
see it when they came in.

We have notice boards for that.

Lizzie, just gonna get some from the car.

Be ten minutes.

Still waging your one-woman campaign
against the ball?

It's caused nothing but trouble.

I warned you this would happen if you handed
it over to two junior members of staff.

Well, when it came to booking
disc jockeys in pop groups, I

thought that they would be
more in touch with current tastes.

I'm afraid I still think of Henry Hall as
being a rather avant-garde.

I can see what you do When she gets me in
the dark, then she says I'm a man But when

we walk down the street, she never holds
my hand She says one day that she will

marry me Lizzie, there was a tall man in
the suit.

He was here a few minutes ago.

Mr Sutton, he was buying tickets for the
ball.

Oh, right, so he's a patient here,
is he?

Yeah, Dr Omerod.

OK, thanks.

I'm five miles away from Flaming
Aidensfield, and the Flaming radiator that

you said did Flaming fix these leaking
buckets.

Well, what do you expect me to do?

Well, you could start by telling Mr Rose
I'll be late for theatre.

Why shouldn't I panic?

This is an emergency.

I think he got the message.

He'll sort something out for us.

Well, there's no rush.

We're happy here.

Yeah.

Casey picked these.

She asked me to bring them in.

They're lovely.

The children understand, do they?

I'd be surprised.

I've made a rotten job of telling them.

You haven't had the test results yet?

This afternoon.

The neurologist is coming over from Leeds.

Then I suppose I really might have some
explaining to do.

You see, Kate has decided that her mummy
is...

..going to get better.

She might.

I mean, I have seen cases.

I know.

I keep telling myself that all this
uncertainty is the worst part.

Being in limbo.

But then I think perhaps that's better
than knowing for certain.

Oh, it's ever so glamorous, this being a
pop star, isn't it?

Anyone comes will let you know.

Well, you're dead if you don't.

So, you and Gina going all right,
that is?

That's a great lass.

Don't forget to wash your hands.

Shut up!

I've got some news.

Since last week, I'm a professional
musician.

Union card the lot.

Brilliant.

When do we get to see you?

You don't.

It's on a ship.

Around the world cruise.

The thing is, I haven't told Gina.

I'm going to.

But that's why I want to do the gig
tonight.

Give us a chance to do one last show
together.

Before you dump her.

Hey, it's not like that.

That's what it sounds like to me.

How long are you going for?

Ten months, maybe a year.

And I'm going to tell her tonight,
so just don't let her on, OK?

Hop in.

What's going on?

Well, you said it were an emergency,
didn't you?

Anyway, I deal with getting out of the
hospital for a bit.

So, where's Toolkit?

Well, I don't need it.

I've got this.

Well, off you go.

I'll sort this out.

Hey, Alan.

Anyone asks you?

You haven't seen me, all right?

Hey, Vic.

Need a hand?

Aye.

Pour some water in.

Now, that'll pump the hole till we can get
it to her garage.

And look at that.

Plenty of shell left over for a tank.

Is this my peptic ulcer?

Yes, Ian Lake.

He moved up here fairly recently.

He presented with epigastric pain and
anaemia.

Have I seen x-rays?

They didn't show up much either way.

Any more haematomyces, sister?

No, doctor.

You don't dare vomit blood, not on Sister
Bridget's ward.

Good morning.

I am Mr Rose, and you are lucky enough to
have me as your surgeon.

I do about 100 of these jobs every year,
and by and large, there's no problem at all.

I'll just dig around in your gut and
straighten things out.

I was asking Dr Ormerod about whether
you'll avert the vagus nerves.

Mr Lake has been reading up on his
condition.

Oh, dear.

And what line of work are you in,
Mr Lake?

I'm a bookkeeper.

So I could tell you that I was going to
plait your vagus nerves around your

duodenum and you wouldn't have the
faintest idea whether to believe me or not.

No.

I suggest you let me worry about your
vagus nerves.

And I promise I won't give you any advice
on how to keep your books.

That's quite sore, is it?

Yes, doctor.

I've been telling her for weeks she needed
to come and see a doctor.

All right, you can get up now.

I didn't want to make a fuss.

Somebody had to make a fuss.

She's hardly eaten a thing for days.

And when she does, she doesn't keep it
down.

He's more worried about it than I am.

I don't much want to eat.

I just feel full up all the time.

Have you had any difficulty swallowing?

A bit.

I'd like to get some x-rays done,
just to be on the safe side.

And then I want to ask one of my
colleagues to take a look at you.

Thank you, doctor.

I'll be right back.

This is for you.

I really can't.

You should count.

Lizzie's friend's going to babysit and you
and I are going to the ball.

There's absolutely no reason why you should
be the only one in the hospital not to.

Oh, why not?

Thank you very much.

Oh, Gordon,
erm... Philip Sutton.

He's one of your patients, isn't he?

Yes.

Him, his wife and his children.

Why?

Oh, it's probably nothing.

What's he like?

Well, he's got a factory out on the York
road.

Does a lot for the rotary.

Raises a lot of money for the hospital.

You're not treating him for anything at
the moment, are you?

No.

In fact, I can't remember him ever really
being ill.

His wife's pregnant, though.

I'm seeing her.

Right, thank you.

That's useful to know.

There's something going on here that Dr
Church and I aren't very happy about.

We think it would be best
to do a small exploratory

operation so that we
can see what's happening.

When would you do that?

No time like the present.

I could rearrange my list for this morning
and do it right now.

I don't know that.

I want to.

I would strongly advise it.

You're lonely away if you have to wait.

I can say you're all ganging up on me.

And you won't give me a minute's peace
fussing over me if we go back home.

All right.

Well done.

Would you let Dr Ormerod know that I might
not get to his peptic ulcer this morning?

I do.

There's been a slight hitch, I'm afraid,
Ian.

You're going to have to delay your
operation until later in the week.

We've had an emergency admission.

Mr Rose doesn't think he'll be able to fit
you in today.

Who's in charge here?

Of the hospital.

I want to see him.

This is complete incompetence.

Well, Mr Middleditch is the hospital
secretary.

But this is a clinical decision.

He won't overrule it.

I want to talk to him.

Now.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Mr Laker... I know.

Move him to me.

Already?

I suppose so.

Off you go.

You can't come with me.

I'll be right outside.

I know.

I'm going to give you an injection,
Mary.

Then I want you to count backwards from
ten.

OK.

Ten... nine... eight... seven...

They never asked what was wrong.

Did you notice?

We don't know.

Not for certain.

Mary was telling me they'd been married 40
years.

The only time they've ever spent a night
apart was when George was in the army.

And they're obviously devoted to one
another.

They probably never tried organising a
hospital ball together.

Doctor, there's a man in reception with


Doesn't sound fatal.

He can wait.

Oh, no, we can't.

It says they need to go in the fridge.

And you know how shrimps can get.

I don't see what this has got to do with
me.

Oh, it's for the ball.

No, we're having prawn c*ck.

No.

Ken got this deal on shrimps, so I said to
change it.

Find your father.

He's in charge of the catering.

Do you have a patient
for me or am I supposed

to make my own
entertainment this morning?

The Royal.

Okie dokie.

Why is my office full of seafood?

It's all a bit complicated.

In that case, I probably don't want to
know.

But I would like to speak to your father.

Would you be kind enough to ask him to
come and see me?

How can I help?

I have a patient in Milner Wardie in Lake.

He refused to have a peptic ulcer operation
today, but we had to cancel and he...

Well, he reacted very badly.

That's not unusual, is it?

Well,
I can understand he was disappointed

and angry,
but there was more to it than that.

He... Well,
maybe I'm just being too over-sensitive.

I don't know.

Well, how did you find the patient before
this morning?

Well, he was very intense.

Obviously very intelligent.

He seems to know more about his condition
than I do.

He was very calm and objective about the
whole thing until...

I told him that the operation was
cancelled.

I'll try and take a look at him later.

Thank you.

Your diagnosis was spot on.

Here's the tumour.

At least that's the primary site.

It's... It's spread
all over the shop.

Are you going to remove it?

No.

Too far gone for that.

Oh, well.

It was worth a try.

Cap-cut sutures, please stop this.

And I hope you'll save a dance for me this
evening.

Are you going?

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Say what you like about Middleditch.

He certainly knows how to throw a party.

Mr Middleditch isn't in charge.

Who is?

Me and staff knows Taylor.

Oh.

Too late now.

I've bought my ticket.

My brother's group's gonna be playing.

And you really think that makes it any
better?

Oh, hey, hey, be careful.

Do that here, love.

I'll take that.

Ta-ta.

Could I have another word with you about
Philip Sutton?

Mm-hm.

If you tell me what it's all about.

I've got a 20-year-old patient with
syphilis.

And she's not being very helpful as far as
tracing contacts is concerned.

But she works for Sutton.

And I saw him meet her in the car park.

And, to me, they looked like they were
more than just good friends.

Well, I don't think Sutton's like that.

He's happily married.

Oh, and as we all know,
men who appear to be

happily married don't have affairs,
do they?

Fair point.

Let's just say I'd be surprised.

It's just a hunch, that's all.

Female intuition.

What, are you saying you don't work on
intuition once in a while?

It's all strictly scientific, is it?

Oh, I'd like a little more to go on than
that.

Anyway, even if it is Sutton, it's up to
your patient whether she tells him or not.

Well, what about his wife and her unborn
child?

He could have infected both of them.

If your patient doesn't want to help Jill,
there's not a lot you can do.

We'll see.

I'll bring the news to Mrs. Dooley as soon
as she's got over the anaesthetic.

She really doesn't need to know about the
cancer.

I can't lie to her.

Don't be so naive.

Of course you can.

I've been dealing with cases like this for
well over 20 years and I can assure you

that at times like this, ignorance is
truly bliss.

I don't feel very comfortable misleading
her.

Well, that is a shame.

You don't think perhaps
that your patient's comfort and

peace of mind is rather
more important than your own?

You've time to get over it.

She doesn't.

Right.

Let's deal with Hubby.

Does he know how serious his wife's
condition is?

He had a fair idea.

Mm-hmm.

Shouldn't be a problem then, provided we
handle him with sensitivity.

How is she?

I'm sorry, old chap.

I'm afraid it's bad news.

Do please sit down.

Mary has stomach cancer.

I had hoped to be able to remove it, but
the disease has spread to her peritoneum.

All we can hope to
do at this stage is to

try and make her as
comfortable as possible.

I knew it had to be something like that.

There's nothing you can do?

Not at this stage, no.

How long?

I mean, how long have I got?

It's always difficult
to say in a case like

this,
but it's probably weeks rather than months.

Possibly even less than that.

If you'll agree, we won't tell Mary this.

No, there's no need for her to know.

I've been trying to give her spirits up
here now.

Can I see her?

We'll be moving her over to a ward.

You can come and sit with her then.

Thank you, doctor.

Hello, I'm Dr Klein.

Dr Omerod asked me to have a word with
you.

How are you feeling?

Dr Omerod knows how I'm feeling.

It's all in my notes.

I need this operation.

Yeah, I'm here to see if we can sort
something out.

You've had your appendix removed recently.

A few years ago.

And another operation for a kidney stone.

You've been very unlucky with your health
for someone of your age.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, a third operation for a man of your
age is slightly unusual.

So I was just trying to
establish if there was

something in your medical
history that we missed.

You're not my doctor or the surgeon.

Who are you?

I'm a psychiatrist.

I see.

Well, I... I find that very insulting.

Do you even think that I... I
want to see the hospital secretary.

I want to see him now.

I'll try and find him, but if we can talk
a little more...

I can get this hospital closed down,
do you know that?

I'll get Mr Middleditch.

We could have a problem here.

Hey, do you want me to do that?

No, leave it to professionals.

How's it going?

Er, they're just trying to fix the
speakers.

So they haven't started to rehearse it?

Not as such, no.

Doctor, my uncle Michael wants to know
what to do with the dance floor.

The traditional arrangement is to put it
on the ground for people to dance on?

The thing is, he can't get it in the
marquee.

The door's too small.

Honey, he wants to know what to do.

This is turning into a really perfect day.

I appreciate you coming to see me,
Mr Middleditch.

Have you heard of Munchausen syndrome?

No, no I haven't.

It's pretty rare.

Basically it's when a patient fakes the
symptoms of a disease.

So, you think he's malingering?

No, malingering is usually for a
particular reason.

To get off work or to make an insurance
claim.

This is more a form of attention seeking.

As you said, he talks about his illness in
a very objective way.

Maybe that's because he doesn't have it,
he's just read about it in medical journals.

But it's showing physical symptoms.

He's vomiting blood.

Are you sure it's blood?

There have been cases
where patients have simulated

that with coffee grounds
or tomato ketchup.

So what do you suggest we do?

He's had other operations.

I'd like to find out where he had them and
whether they were necessary.

I think we should keep an eye on him.

He seems to be a little happier.

An apology wouldn't do any harm.

Well, I'm not so sure that we have
anything we need to apologise for.

No, probably not.

It might make life easier the whole round.

Hey, there's about 15 different people
looking for you.

Let them.

This isn't you.

Alan, I've been working night and day to
get that ball ready.

And you know what's happened?

Mr Middleditch has only gone and sent back
the booze I ordered.

Why did he do that?

Well, according to Lizzie, he said it
wasn't good enough.

And what's the point of serving good
stuff?

I mean, after a few bevies, no one's going
to be bothered.

And half of it's only going to end up in
the flowerbeds anyway.

So officially, no one's told me,
so they can sort it out themselves.

But you can't have a party.

We out drink.

Alan, lad, it's not my problem.

Mr Rowe's had a look.

And as we thought, there is a bit of an
obstruction in your stomach.

But we think we can let nature take its
course.

We don't need to do anything more at the
moment.

And we can certainly give
you something to reduce

the discomfort and
stop you feeling so sick.

I told you this was a lot of fuss about
nothing.

You know me.

You need to get some rest for now.

We'll come back and see you later.

Thank you.

I've been looking for you since before
lunch.

Where have you been?

There was a problem with the dance floor.

I had to carry each section individually
into the marquee.

Then I had to try and find out why the
drink hasn't arrived.

You should have asked me to help.

You weren't there.

And it was a lot easier to do by myself.

If I've done something wrong, I'd like to
know what it is.

We were supposed to be running this ball
together.

Well, we would be if you ever bothered
talking to me.

You're never there.

No.

I've been rushed off my feet.

And if anyone's got a question about the
ball, they always come to you.

They think you're in charge because you're
the doctor.

Well, it's lucky for you that they do.

Because when the whole thing
turns out to be an unmitigated

disaster, it's going to be me
who looks a complete idiot.

Not that bad.

Oh, it is.

The food isn't ready.

The group's equipment doesn't work.

There's no sign of any drink.

Ken Hopkirk has disappeared off the face
of the Earth.

And I could have done with some help from
you.

Well, I could have done without you
treating me like some sort of lackey.

Have you any idea how arrogant and
obnoxious you've been these last few days?

Perhaps if we didn't see quite so much of
each other, it wouldn't be such a problem.

Well, if that's what you want,
fine.

Hello, Paula.

I'm sorry to bother you at work.

I, um...

I should have given you these forms.

You need to give them to whoever you might
have had sexual contact with recently.

They contain information about treatment
they can receive.

They can come to the hospital or a special
clinic in Leeds, whatever they prefer.

I'll do that.

Have you, um...

Have you managed to speak to whoever might
have infected you?

No.

This is really embarrassing, you know.

Anyone could hear us.

Right, well, if this man is married,
then his wife is likely to infect it.

And if she's pregnant, then the baby could
be at real risk too.

Please, can you go?

Good afternoon.

Hello.

I'm sorry to have interrupted your work.

Doctor, it's Ian Lake.

I can't find him anywhere.

Well, could he have discharged himself?

He hasn't taken his clothes or any of his
things.

Well, he must be somewhere.

Could the patient have collapsed
somewhere?

It's not very likely.

I'm more concerned about his mental
condition.

I see.

We'd better find him, then.

George went to get a cup of tea.

I finally persuaded him.

He can be so obstinate.

I don't know why he has to sit with me all
the time.

He's worried about you.

I'm worried about me.

I know what you're doing, but you don't
have to.

My mother died of stomach cancer.

I know it's not very nice to talk about,
but

there's no point you're
walking on eggshells.

That's what I've got, isn't it?

Yes.

Does George know that, too?

Yes, we told him.

Don't let on that you told me.

He'll only worry if he thinks I know,
won't he?

Doctor, quick!

What in heaven's name are you doing,
man?

I need this operation.

Get away from me.

Find Mr Rose.

Wow.

This is all a bit of a mess, isn't it?

We could do with some help from casualty.

Don't you think?

What's Vic up to?

How do you mean?

I know what he's like.

There's something going on.

Eddie Woods is a big show-off and he
thinks you're his number one fan.

He hasn't said.

Well, promise me something.

If he's gonna do something stupid like ask
me to marry him on stage tonight,

then tell me.

I'm not ready for that and I don't want to
end up looking silly.

Like I said, he hasn't told me.

But if he does... Thanks, Alan.

Didn't do a bad job for a beginner.

I think we should look at that ulcer while
we've got him here.

I don't think that he has an ulcer.

He faked the symptoms.

It's a shame he decided to do my job
instead of yours.

I trust you've called the men in the white
coats.

Cut.

Dr Klein is transferring him to a psychiatric
hospital as soon as he's fit to travel.

Could you ask her?

To be quite clear in the
notes that I did not make

this incision,
I do have my reputation to consider.

You've got to tell Gina about this job.

I'm going to have to kick.

Got all worked out, mate.

Play better than we've had before and then
quit while we're on top.

Then I'll get a bottle of shampoo and let
her down gently.

You really fancy yourself, don't you?

Not half as much as Gina does.

Yeah, then you better be careful what you
say.

Yeah, get the message.

I'm going to tell her, but I'll do it with
a bit of style.

All right.

Where's the wine can?

Mr Middleton sent it back and I'll be here
with it.

So what are we going to do?

Well, if I was in charge, I'd start
panicking.

Doctor?

Sorry.

Did you want something?

Are you feeling all right?

Not really, no.

I've just had Caroline's test results.

She's not going to get any better.

I'm sorry.

Obviously sooner or later I'll have to
decide...

how long.

There's no rush, is there?

Not really, no.

The machine can keep her
alive for... years, probably.

Caroline?

If you ever need to talk, you know I'm
always here day and night.

Thank you.

It can be hard having no one to talk to
when you need it most.

I do know that.

Why did you send back the drink?

I thought it was advisable.

I know you'll make some
think I'm doing this all wrong,

but even she hasn't tried
to sabotage the evening.

What are the guests going to drink?

I think this will suffice.

Where did that come from?

I have a nephew who owns an off-license.

Paul, what is it?

Why did you have to do it?

You know you've got me the sack.

Why?

Philip!

Mr. Sultner, he wanted to know what you
were doing there, and I had to tell him.

He said it were all my fault.

Had you been having sex with him,
Paula?

I love him.

Have you been with anybody else?

No, not up here, not at all.

So you were infected by Sutton.

He must have caught it from somebody else,
and he could still be spreading it.

He needs treatment.

I wish I'd never told you.

Never come here at all.

You'd be very ill by now.

But I'd still have my job.

And I'd still have him.

Are you ready for this?

That is fantastic.

Look at you.

What are you hiding?

You'll have to wait and see.

David, this looks wonderful.

So do you.

What a beautiful dress.

Thank you.

You've done a fantastic job organizing
this evening, you know.

I just hope it's worth it.

Of course it is.

Hey, and you look absolutely wonderful.

Thanks.

Come on, you've done all the hard work.

Time to enjoy yourself.

Good evening, everybody, and welcome to
the Royal Grand Charity Ball.

Now, first of all, let me introduce you to
your dance band for this evening,

the Upbeats.

Now, the Royal has something of a
reputation to keep up on these occasions.

One, two, three, four.

Do you want a dance?

Thank you.

Give it here, man.

Is your choice of wine?

No, hand-picked by Mr. Middlewich.

In that case, there shouldn't be a
problem.

Rather a precocious little vintage.

From Mr. Middlewich's nephew, this lot.

Crafty little devil.

I hope the music's not keeping you awake.

No, George and me, we used to love
dancing.

Me too.

We could nip down there for a quick
foxtrot.

Maybe not tonight.

Will I get better?

Aye, when you get better.

Well, I think my nephew Martin's done us
proud, don't you?

Well, I've had no complaints.

Well, at least it's not made out of
rhubarb.

I heard the plonk you were going to
inflict on us again.

Have you tried it?

Ah, no, no, well, I'll stick to brown ale
if you don't mind.

Cheers.

You don't know what you're missing.

Oh, Dad, this is disgusting.

I know.

Where did it come from?

Mr Middleditch's nephew.

Why are you serving it?

Well, what Mr Middleditch don't know is
it's the same stuff that I had earlier.

His nephew supplies me as well.

All he's done is change
the label on it and

he's charged his uncle
two bobber bottle more.

Mr Middleditch thinks he's got a bargain.

Cheers.

John.

Sorry, Jo.

Oh, Gordon, you're entitled to a night
off.

It just doesn't work that way for me.

Look, Caroline's never going to get any
better and I'm just here...

dancing.

For all I know, she can hear the music up
in her room.

Look, forgive me.

I just can't do this.

Do you want to go?

Sorry.

Stay.

Enjoy yourself.

OK.

Well, actually, it's not OK, but it is
pretty much what I expected.

You all right?

Wouldn't mind someone to dance with.

He'll be over.

I wouldn't count on it.

I really don't care.

Would you

like a small brandy, my dear?

No, thank you, I won't.

Well, in that case...

Thank you very much.

We're going to do a slow number for you,
called Dream.

We must dance.

I thought you didn't bring a torch.

A large number of young nurses and a great
many dark corners.

Not in my experience a good combination.

I always thought it worked rather well.

It's not only the nurses that need
watching.

Oh, dear.

It happens every time.

Hello, Doctor.

It's going all right, isn't it?

No complaints so far?

She still dances with nurses.

Well, I suppose I could be persuaded.

Excuse me.

Come and have a drink with us,
David.

I'd like you to pick some of the gum,
lass.

Don't mind me.

If you won't, please.

In private.

I don't think this is really the time.

Well, we could talk here, if you like.

Well, be my love.

It's about the charity collection.

Why did you sack Paula Brody?

I beg your pardon?

You heard me.

Well, not that it's any of your business,
but, um...

I found it to be rather unreliable.

Right.

And how reliable are you, Mr Sutton?

Do you know how dangerous syphilis is?

Yes.

And I thought the doctor had a duty of
confidentiality to her patients.

I'm not talking about my patients,
I'm talking about you.

Are you being treated for it?

Of course I am, as soon as I found out.

You told your wife?

This is absolutely none of your business.

Right, well, if you haven't, then maybe I
should.

Look, I don't know what Paula said,
but she was lying.

We've never even had sex.

Well,
it's a disease that's spread by direct

contact,
so it's fairly clear what you did.

I don't know,
maybe we should speak to Janet,

see if she thinks that
constitutes sex or not.

I could have you struck off for behaving
like this.

Well, if you want publicity, go ahead.

What do you want?

Two things.

Make sure your wife sees Dr Orr the one up
tomorrow.

And find another job for Paula.

Enjoy your evening.

Enjoying yourself?

Just starting to, Lizzie, yeah.

Thank you.

What was all that when you were dancing
with Mr Rose?

Put it this way.

It was a question of, was that his pipe in
his pocket?

Or was it just pleased to see me?

And this pipe was definitely on the table.

Thank you.

May I?

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't get away.

I could see.

Come on, sweep me off my feet.

Don't touch him.

Someone turn the power off.

It's off.

OK, it's clear.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Keep back, everybody, please.

Give the doctor room.

He's arrested.

Is he going to be all right?

Let the doctor do his work.

I've got a pulse.

Great.

Let's get him to casualty.

Sister.

Something's not right.

Pulse is 80 and regular.

Blood pressure's 120 over 80.

Good.

Do you want to do anything about the burns
on his hands?

Let's get him covered with a sterile
dressing.

We'll worry about that later.

How's he doing?

Should be OK.

If you have to electrocute yourself,
a tent full of

doctors is probably a
pretty good place to do it.

How is he?

He'll be OK.

You know what he's like.

I thought he was going to die,
you know.

He really did.

And I was thinking typical Vic,
using the cheapest gear he could get.

That's not how you're supposed to feel,
is it?

Does that sound stupid?

No.

It's about right.

I'll tell you something, though.

He's a great guitarist.

We played a storm tonight.

The group's really starting to go
somewhere.

Right, then.

I suppose we'd better pack his gear up.

I'll go and tell him.

I like you a lot better when you're doing
your day job.

That's a good thing.

Was I giving up organising ba*ls after
tonight?

Me too.

Look...

I'm sorry about the way I behaved the last
few weeks.

But what you said earlier, have I really
been that bad?

You had your moments.

But so have I.

Things haven't been much fun for either of
us.

When I said we shouldn't see so much of
each other, I didn't mean that.

But being with each other at work and
outside, there's no hiding place, is there?

You really do get to see me at my worst.

And your best.

Once in a while.

So maybe we can go on seeing each other?

It's pretty hard to avoid.

You're dancing?

Are you asking?

Do you know anywhere we can go?

I've heard there's a bit of a do on.

Dr. Cheriton!

How's the ball going?

It's at its moment.

You should have stayed.

I've just been thinking of all the things
that Caroline and I didn't talk about.

The main one being that our marriage
wasn't working.

Well, at least she got around to trying to
do something about it.

She knew she had to move on.

And that's what I've got to do.

Be brave enough to take the next step.

It's not too late for a drink,
is it?

No.

I jumped out of my skin when I saw you go.

I know, I know.

Tell us about your new job, then.

Oh, you're a lion-toed Vic Morris.

So just how big are you going to make it
as a ship's cook, then?

Ow.

You told me you were in band.

I'm going to work my way up.

Well, take over.

All the time you need.

Cos me and you are finished.

The group's got a new guitarist.

See?

What to do to deserve that?

Told one lie too many.

And you can forget about the cruise.

With your hands in that state,
you might never peel spuds again.

I'm sorry about the noise.

I like it.

Have you two been dancing the night away?

We haven't really had the chance.

You should grab it with both hands while
you can.

Mary and me, we both love dancing.

We've been to the Tower Ballroom Blackpool
every year for I don't know how long.

We'll be back again this summer.

No, George.

Of course we will.

You're going to get better, isn't she,
Doctor?

No, she isn't.

We won't be going to any more dances.

That's just how it is.

I'd love to have seen you two dance.

Well, there's nothing stopping them.

I suppose there isn't.

May I?

Why not?

I don't know.

I don't know.

You stick around and it might show.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Thanks for watching!