Breathless

Nurse.

Clamp, please.

I didn't mean throw the thing at me, Nurse.

Not like it is in the damn manual.

I'm worried about Miss Mulligan's blood pressure, Dr Truscott.

I'm nearly there.

Mr Powell, I wonder if Dr Truscott might have your opinion.

Damn!

Everything all right, Dr Truscott?

You mind if I have a look, old man?

The patient's in her early 20s. Presented with lower abdominal pain.

Ovarian cyst.

I think we might be better off with a Spencer Wells.

Thank you, nurse.

All right. Just let me come in here.

That should do it. There we are.

Righto.

Ah, yes. Exactly what I was about to do.

Thank you, theatre.

No more, "Yes, Doctor." "Thank you, Doctor," from me.

No more bedpans!

Ladies!

Congratulations, Mrs Richard Truscott.

Jean's getting married!

Scuse me!

Oh! Sorry!

That's great.

Right. Stebbings, you're first. In you go.

Feel that?

You're not one of our usual miscreants.

You are? Wilson. Staff.

I transferred. QAH, Portsmouth. Why?

Family, ma'am.

You'll find London full of temptations

and this hospital is no exception.

I'm used to resisting temptation.

Try not to make a fool of yourself.

Miss Mulligan, from theatre this morning.

So...how are we this afternoon, young lady?

The doctor asked you a question, child.

Well, she certainly presents with a distinct absence of joy, gentlemen.

Mind if we have a look at our handiwork? Sister...if you please.

The moment I clapped eyes on her, I'm pretty certain I'm looking at an ovarian teratoma.

Right as rain.

Next time we meet, I hope we'll be delivering your first baby.

Jolly good.

Right. Who's next, Sister? Or is it time for coffee?

Just Mrs Harcourt, Dr Truscott.

Looking much brighter, I would say. Oh, yes. Hello, Mrs Harcourt.

Hello, Doctor. Can I have a look at you?

Standard!

Madam.

Truscott.

I'm really not sure about her.

Where's Nurse Meecher? Oh. Jean sent me, sir.

This requires the utmost discretion. You do understand that, don't you?

Don't look so worried, Nurse.

Dr Enderbury, please. What are we doing here?

Otto? Is that you?

I've been such a silly muffin.

Why don't you take a seat?

So when do you think you conceived?

If madam would care to wait over there?

Darling!

My last day in that ghastly uniform and you show up weeks late.

You are a very naughty boy.

This is my fiancee.

If you must know, I was held up in theatre. Not the bar, sir?

Operating theatre.

Well, this is lovely.

You did your best with that girl, Ricky.

We all thought so.

Bloody Powell stepping in like that, made me look a right charlie.

Oh, come on.

Let's dance the night away.

Tell the boys to give it some life.

This is for you.

She's going. Hasn't taken the money.

Where on earth did you find her?

Jeannie? Oh, Christ!

I'm late for the 6.26. All right, Dad. All right.

I...can always change at London Bridge.

Um...

Ange. Jeannie, I don't want to be late!

It's gone 7.30. There'll be hell to pay.

There's Dad's pot to do. You'll be late.

You should have sodding well told me it was an abortion, Jean!

I would never have gone. Fetch the paper. That boy...

All right, Dad. It's an outrage!

All right. Why don't you sit yourself down? It's a bloody...

- I'm glad you came back, Ange. - All right, Dad.

That was wrong of you, Jeannie!

It's illegal, for starters.

Daddy!

Mummy! Mummy!

Mrs J, Daddy's home! Breakfast first, young man.

Daddy! Good morning, Master Powell.

Daddy! What?

It's my birthday.

It isn't, is it? Really?

What is the date? No...

I am sure you are mistaken.

But it is my birthday.

No, I'm sure that's not right.

Happy birthday, Thomas darling.

Cake for breakfast? What's the world coming to?

Certainly not on a school day.

I wanted Mr Powell to be here. And he won't be home for tea, will you?

I chose this one. There you are.

You really should have told me. You wouldn't have gone.

I do not want to end up in Holloway.

You wouldn't get £5 for any other private procedure.

I didn't take the money.

What is it about you, Ange?

You skedaddle down to Plymouth...

Portsmouth!

And I came back, if you remember, to fend for Dad, so you could get married.

Wedding ring. Oh, shoot.

Still nothing from Joe?

Oh, Ange.

But you are going to be happy.

And I'm coming to that church.

Me, Dad and half the street. You are sodding not.

I'm late.

It's for the best, Ange. Honestly.

They can't know about Dad, not like he is.

Richard would run a mile.

I know.

Well, it's the early bird.

You work so hard, darling.

This morning, Mrs Enderbury, I am on a mission.

- Goodbye, darling. - Have a lovely day.

See you later. Goodbye.

I can hardly believe he's eight already.

Yes. Every parent must feel that way, I'm sure.

But we are different.

It was the best way, Elizabeth.

Yes. Yes, I know.

I worry you're going to exhaust yourself, Otto.

Well, Mrs J's coffee keeps me alive...

..if it doesn't actually kill me first.

Ooh. I uh...

I shall be late tonight.

I hate that thing. Just insurance.

Best be prepared.

Your fiance has more money than sense.

Well, I wonder if this NHS of theirs runs to vases.

You uh...gave me a fright, Maureen.

Getting ill like that.

I'm sorry.

All uh...

..ship-shape, you know?

I'd be having a word with your father if not, dear.

She can be such a silly thing.

Father's not a flower man, is he, Mo?

Says, "All that money going to waste after a few days."

But then a police inspector's salary is hardly paid in bullion.

The next thing I knew, a fireman was pulling me from the wreckage.

My sister, my father, dear Ma - gone.

Like that.

Thank you very much, Mr Hitler.

A V-2? Really? The whole street gone.

So...who took you in?

Well, I was evacuated to darkest Somerset. The people had a pub in Crewkerne.

So are they coming? To your wedding, silly.

Leave the poor girl alone, Lily dearest.

Crewkerne is a frightful way away, isn't it?

But what about friends? Who is coming?

You are.

You're my friends.

And the other nurses.

Now, ladies, I have booked a table for some lunch and time is...

My treat, Lily dearest.

You do look completely ravishing.

Well, it's all thanks to you and Mr Powell.

That'll be last night's dinner.

Richard really went to town.

Please don't think badly of me. I knew something fishy was going on.

You won't be the first nurse to go up the aisle expecting.

He said he'd be careful. He's a gynaecologist.

That hardly makes him an expert! Lily, that really is too much.

Silly me. I think I'm just happy for you.

Mrs Powell, I'm so sorry.

But does Richard actually know? Jean?

Why else do you think he's marrying me?

Nurse Wilson. Sir.

You've been warned to be cautious around doctors.

Mr Powell, whatever you may think,

what I found myself involved in last night was illegal - Forget it. It never happened.

That patient had made a mistake. I can help.

The law - Makes miserable lives and miserable women.

Whoever they are.

As easy as that?

I didn't say it was easy, but it's what I believe.

Look, at least take the money you earned.

Dr Enderbury's never at his best agitated.

Good afternoon, Mr Powell.

Dearest, we are very early.

Well, it's the early bird...

Mission - by the way - accomplished!