All language subtitles for heartbeat_s11e24_love_s_sweet_dream

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?

Be careful.

It's all right, Alan.

You'll be all right, I promise.

That's it.

What are the police doing here?

It's all right, Mr. Richards. I want to
have a chat with the doctor.

Threatened miscarriage.

She will be all right, won't she?

Fingers crossed.

I'd better go and check on Anton.

Good night, Doctor, and thank you.

Yep.

Message from Mrs. Wiley.

Her husband's got worse. You'd better
come along.

Oh, and that was me thinking it'd be a
nice, cosy bed.

I'll give you a lift if you want.

That'd be really nice, thank you.

But we've already been right round the
village once, haven't we? That was to

give advice. This time it's to check
it's been followed. Oh, good morning.

Glad you've decided to join us.

Sorry I'm late, George.

I've been up at Donald Wiley's farm all
night.

He died.

And I had to help Dr Somerby. Oh, right.

I want every name on this list checked.

Bellamy will fill you in.

Well, this precious crime prevention
stuff again.

Yep. Total waste of time. Nobody wants
to know.

Oh, we never used to lock up in the old
days.

Not even the front door.

Well, it's true. We didn't.

So, uh, old Donald's finally kicked the
bucket, has he?

Yeah. About three this morning.

And you were up there all night.

With Tricia.

Well, I couldn't exactly let her drive
up there on her own, could I?

She was tired.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh,

good morning, Hampton. Is your mother
in? We've come around here.

This is the pine.

At the lower end of our range.

The elm, personal favourite.

Oh, what about that?

Well, the Boston.

It wouldn't want that, Mrs Wiley. Very
pricey. Solid oak, brass handles, silk

line throughout.

We'll have it.

Nothing but the best for father, isn't
that so, Hampton?

And that goes for the tea afterwards.

Nothing but the best.

Gina? Gina?

Hi, Bernie.

Can I have a word?

Yeah. About this funeral.

You are?

Right, Bernie, you were saying?

I've just been up to see about Donald's
funeral.

It's going to be quite a do.

They've got folk coming from London and
all over.

Really?

Thanks, Bernie.

Right, then.

I'd better pop up there and see you.

Well, don't you think that's a bit soon?

Not today, Oscar.

Credit me with a bit of tact.

This afternoon, as soon as you can.

Strike while the iron's hot.

Oh, yes, Bernard, through to bits. In
full agreement.

Look, I'd better go. I'll see you up
there.

Who was that?

No one.

Here, look.

And here.

Thanks. Bye -bye.

What was the news?

Ellen Richards lost the baby.

Oh, she'll be heartbroken.

That's just it. I got her to the
hospital. She wasn't.

How do you mean?

I don't know. Apparently she seemed a
bit blank about it.

What do you think?

Very good.

Well, just so long as Sergeant Merton's
happy.

So you're off to work, then?

Oh, sorry, I've got loads of paperwork.

OK, um, how about tomorrow night?

Actually, Mike, I could do with a couple
of early nights.

Fine.

Fine, um, sure.

There it

is.

Scripps Brothers Gap Ridge.

Taxi service and funeral parlour.

Just the sort of set -up I've been
looking for.

And you're just the sort of person we've
been looking for.

The perfect combination.

The future is bright, Gloria.

Mrs Wiley certainly seemed pleased.

She did indeed.

What about your brother?

Are you quite sure he's pleased?

Sure. It was his idea.

Well, could have been.

No, he was five feet eight.

So, so it... There.

Come back, Gloria. Don't be shy.

Hello, boys.

I've heard so much about you.

Mrs. Gloria Gray, our new business
partner.

What? Scripts and Gray.

Complete funeral services.

What? Gloria's in catering, Bernard.

With their help, we can do the lot. No
more farming it out. The whole day taken

care of from coffin to coffee, starting
with the Wiley's funeral on Saturday.

What? We're doing the catering. Got it.

What about Gina? I told you what he was
like, didn't I?

This is business, Bernard.

We've been to see Mrs Wiley and she's
given us the job.

She's even paid us up front.

I can't wait to get cracking.

How are you feeling? She's very upset.

Well, we both are.

We were hoping for a little girl.

It's all right, my love. We can try
again very soon.

Just as soon as you feel up to it, eh?

Mr. Richards, I'm going to need to
examine her. Perhaps you could take your

downstairs?

Right.

Come along, Anthony.

I'm just going to take your blood
pressure.

I think your husband's almost more upset
than you are, Mrs Richards.

There's nothing wrong with that. We all
react differently.

For some women, a miscarriage can almost
come as a relief if they're not quite

sure about things.

Let's have this sleeve up, shall we?

Ellen.

What happened?

I fell downstairs.

It was an accident.

Bruises? Really bad ones, Mike.

From falling down the stairs?

Yeah, and I'm thinking she might have
fallen on purpose.

Trying to get rid of the baby?

Well, she told them at the hospital he
didn't want it.

Morning, me.

Morning, all. Morning, Phil. Morning,
Phil.

Oh, not more addresses.

Yep, and Merton wants them all done and
dusted by the end of the day.

I'd better leave you to it. Maybe talk
about that other thing later on.

Well, it doesn't really sound like a
police matter to me.

Oh. Right.

OK, don't worry.

Why don't you have to stay the night?

I don't know.

We've had to sleep on the sofa.

All right, David, it's only one night.

I'll have a wink of sleep.

I mean, what with Alfred snoring, it's
not fair.

I'm taking her to the venue this
morning. After that, I'll run her home.

For what?

The village hall.

Watch out for breakfast.

I don't want any. Oh, yes, you do.

Get stuck in, boys.

My word, Gloria, this is a bit of all
right, isn't it, David?

Yeah. Aren't you having any?

No, no, I'll eat later. Sauce, David.

Oh, no.

Now, then.

Bit of straight talking.

Men on their own aren't always of the
cleanest, I know that, but this place is

filthy.

I can't stop here, is it?

Right, well, I'll run you... I'm going
to have to have a bit of a clean -up.

there's no need for that, Gloria.

I don't mind ringing you to and fro from
York.

I wouldn't hear of it. No, I'll stick it
till funeral and then we'll have to

see.

What? See what?

Well, whether I stay on afterwards or
not.

So, well, you two get that inside. We'll
make a start on the bathroom.

Oh, David, in future, wash your hands
before you eat.

What does she mean, stay on afterwards?

Right, let's go and see the little
darlings.

Are you all right?

Yeah, just a bit of a headache. Are we
seeing Anthony Richards?

Er, yeah.

Why? Just curious.

What was all that about this morning?

Sorry?

The police house. You and Trisha. A bit
off with each other, weren't you? No.

And the surgery.

Jenny noticed it too.

Phil, you're imagining things. Look, she
made it quite clear she didn't want

anything heavy, and neither do I.

Especially after last time.

I'm not making that mistake again.

Sorry.

Mr. Dante, we'll hear about the lock.

Anthony Richards?

Yeah. Funny you should ask.

He's quite a worry to us, actually.

Very quiet.

No real friends.

And now his work's slipping.

I mean, his parents are both
professional people.

His dad's very manager at the bank.

His mum used to be a nursery teacher.

Have you talked to them about him?

They said there's nothing wrong.

See, I'm worried.

Do you think you could keep an eye on
him?

Oh, there we are, Billy. He's not as bad
as all that.

There you go.

Hello, Anthony. Are you going to be
brave for me today?

Look at that. What a good boy.

He's still.

My word, he is brave.

He certainly is.

The bravest boy all morning.

Now, how's your mummy?

She hasn't done very well, has she?

Something's not right there, Jen.

Hello, Vicky.

Vicky.

Galaxy lost the baby?

Yes. Oh, well.

Probably a blessing.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Anthe, is there something I should
know?

There isn't.

It's that little lad I feel sorry for.

Sometimes I wonder if she's all there.

Excuse me.

All done, Constable?

Yes, I've listed all the doors that need
extra bulk.

And the window.

Window locks? And other security
measures.

Well, I'm sorry, but I really can't stop
now. I'm late as it is. What with

taking Anthony to school and seeing to
Ellen.

I was very sorry to hear what happened,
by the way.

Yes, yes, she's taken it very hard.

I gather she fell down the stairs.

What?

Fell down the stairs.

No, no.

I'm sorry, I must have got it wrong.

Village gossip, yeah.

I'd really better go or I'll miss my
train. Come round one evening and back

logs with us. OK.

No, Mike, I didn't get it wrong. Ellen
told me herself she fell down the

Who said that?

Right.

Odd.

Mike said Mr Richard doesn't know
anything about his wife falling down the

stairs. And Mrs. Anthony next door
thinks Ellen's not all there. She's

about Anthony. And what do I do?

Do I go and see her again? Do I phone
the children's department?

I don't know.

What did Mike think?

Oh, he's not interested.

He just rang you.

Yeah, and he's still saying it's not a
police matter.

Is everything all right with you two?

No.

He doesn't seem interested in anything
I've got to tell him these days. Oh,

on. It's true.

A couple of weeks ago, everything was
great. Now, it's just so offhand.

Hello, Hampton. Can I speak to your mum?

Yes. Hiya, Mrs Wiley.

It's Gina from the Aidensfield Arms.

I'm sorry to hear about your loss.

Thank you, dear.

Listen, I was wondering if I could come
in and discuss the funeral catering.

Oh, no, dear.

I'm sorry.

It's all arranged.

Mrs. Cripps is doing the catering for us
at the village hall.

You're not still looking at doors and
windows, are you?

The life of the rural bobby is one big
excitement.

Do you fancy a sandwich?

Oh, baby clinic in ten minutes. And
Tristan is all the helps you can get

now. Yeah?

Well, she keeps getting these awful
headaches.

You know what I think? It's her love
life that's doing it.

She thinks Mike's gone off her.

What? No, I've just been talking with
him.

He thinks that she thinks it's just a
bit of fun. Oh, no.

You know what? I think they're both nuts
about each other and just scared of

showing it.

Right. You leave it with me.

Hey, Jenny.

You'd marry me, I suppose, would you?

Not really, Phil.

But it's a lovely thought.

Hello, Gina.

I can't believe anyone can be so two
-faced.

What? I've just been up to see Mrs
Wiley.

Oh, dear.

Yes, Bernie, it is. Oh, dear.

Because guess what she said?

She said Mr Scripps was doing the
catering. She said he'd been up to see

it was all arranged.

Yeah, well... I do the catering round
here, Bernie, not you.

You do cars, taxis and funerals. I can
explain. Well, apparently that's not

enough. You want to steal my trade too?

It wasn't my idea. I thought we were
mates.

I thought I could trust you.

And you can wipe the stupid look off
your face. You must have known about it

too. Well, thanks a bundle.

The thing is, Sarge, Mrs Richards is
covered in bruises. She says she fell

the stairs. Her husband said she didn't.
Yes.

Well, so one of them is lying.

Yes. Or she didn't tell him, and if so,
why not?

Bradley, will you kindly get to the
point?

Well, I just wondered if it was
something we ought to look into, that's

But Dr. Pomerby told her. Definitely
not.

Right, I'm off.

Night, lad.

Night, Sarge.

Domestics are a nightmare, Bradley.

Do not get involved.

And that's an order.

He's right, mate.

No one will thank you for it.

I've seen it time and time again.

Here we go.

Are you not joining us, Phil?

No. I thought I'd leave you two girls to
have a little chat.

What was that all about?

Cheers.

I gather you do B &B?

I'm sorry to call so late, but your
husband suggested... Oh, hello, darling.

Comfortable Bradley called about the
security.

Well, good evening, Comfortable. Come on
in.

I can't change things now. She's here.

Yes, but Gina's very upset.

Does she have to stay in the house?

Oh, shut up, David. I mean, she's right,
Vernon. She and Oscar always do the

catering for village things.

Bernard, this is business.

Well, I'm sorry, but in this case I'd
rather give business a name.

I can't sleep with Alfred snoring.

David, will you shut up?

Bernie!

Just in time for tea.

I'll not stop, thank you, Gloria.

Nonsense, of course you will.

Look at him, David, no flesh at all.
Thin as a rake.

You need feeding up, young man.

Gloria. Lovely fish pie, egg thaw,
mashed potatoes and peas.

Ready in ten minutes.

You know it's your favourite.

He doesn't think I'm serious.

But that's ridiculous.

Well, that's what he told Phil.

He doesn't think you're serious, and
he's scared that what happened between

and Jackie might happen again.

So he's holding back.

And you're holding back too, so it's
stalemate.

And it's making you both miserable.

I mean, you are sure about him, I take
it?

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Well, how can I be sure when I don't
even know how he feels? But I've just

you. You know what? You two need to talk
urgently.

He's mad about you, Trish.

Just go from there.

Thank you very much, Mr. Richards.

Your security seems fine.

There's nothing else you need to do.

Why did you come here?

Not about the logs.

Somehow I don't think so.

All right.

I was a bit concerned about your wife.

Did you really not know about the stairs
business? I mean, if she's keeping

things... I knew.

Of course I knew, and I'm sorry.

I was only trying to protect her.

Right.

I love her so much.

I'm just trying to hold things together.

Stop her cracking up.

Right.

Are you told, Mr. Spinney?

Good boy.

That's what I like to see.

Hello, Mum.

I've come to lend you a hand.

I'm gonna do my sub for her and I can't
stand this anymore.

to the police.

Ellen! Ellen!

It was just a dream. It was just a
dream. Calm down.

Calm down.

We're having a nightmare.

It's all right.

Come on.

Get you inside.

What's going on? She tried to jump out
of the bedroom window.

I only just managed to stop her.

Sorry to call you out. That's all right.
I wasn't asleep.

Mike?

Yes?

Do you fancy a meal at my place tomorrow
night?

I thought you said you wanted some early
nights.

Ah, well, I can always kick you out,
can't I?

No, no, it's a great idea.

What time?

About nine -ish.

Come on, Anthony.

Come on, you can't miss school.

Mummy's going to be just fine. Now jump
in the car. Come on.

Good lad.

Threw herself out of the window.

Well, tried, but he stopped her just in
time.

So what's happening now?

Well, Trish was dealing with it. She'll
probably call in a psychiatrist.

Good.

As I've said all along, a medical
matter, pure and simple.

You wouldn't think he'd been up all
night, would you?

No, he wouldn't, Phil.

You're very chirpy this morning, Mike.

Yeah?

Well, yeah, I'm going out to dinner
tonight.

Yeah? Yeah.

Anybody we know?

Fanny Craddock. Let's try her.

Could it be Munchausen syndrome, do you
think?

Sorry? You know, self -harm to get
attention. I mean, look at all these

accidents, all these trips to casualty.
Here we are.

Dinner party menus.

Jane, it's only Mike.

Starters? Consomme or pate? It is not a
dinner party and I'm not doing a

starter. You've got to. Just spin out
the meal so that it'll talk.

Here we are. Easy lamb hot pot. That's
more my style.

Ah, no.

The word easy is not allowed.

You've got to look as if you've toiled
over hot dough for at least a week.

Go on, then.

Just a few little extras for us.

Millicent, please, don't ruin
everything. He won't, no. Of course he

Look, I didn't ask you to come here.

Yeah, but I'm your dearly beloved
daughter.

And it's your duty to look after me. Oh,
are we ready, ladies?

When sundown hails the sky I want to

hide a while This is on Bernard Scripps'
account, Rita, for Donald Wiley's

funeral. Oh, I'd come back if I were
you, love.

We're going to be some time.

Oh, this is my mum, by the way.

Doing care to her with Mr Scripps.

Thanks a lot, Vernon.

Gina. The cheek of it. Not only do you
pinch me trade, you stick your waitress

in my pub without even telling me. I
didn't know she was there. I don't care.

You're not welcome at the Aidensfield
Arms anymore and you can pass that on to

David and Bernie as well.

They must be with his mum.

He just vanished at playtime.

And the neighbours are all going out
about half past ten. What about Mr

Richards? He doesn't know where they are
either.

Look, Ellen's in a highly unpredictable
state. Have you phoned the police?

Yeah, they're on the way.

Right.

No one's seen them at all?

No, but obviously we'll be asking around
the village.

What about friends and relations?

Her father, I suppose.

Might you have gone to see him?

I very much doubt it, without telling
me.

Phone him all the same, sir. And anyone
else you can think of.

Dr. Summerby thinks the child might be
in danger, does she?

Because of Mrs.

Richards' mental state.

If she's depressed enough to get rid of
her baby and then to try and throw

herself out of her window, who knows
what else she might do.

This is no good, Vernon. You said you'd
ask her to go.

Yeah, and you said I could have me room
back.

Instead of which, she's staying, her
ruddy daughter's turned up, Gina's in an

almighty mood, and we've been banned
from our own pub.

I'm still on the sofa.

Look, we could use the fox at Elsenby.

No.

All right, well, the funeral's tomorrow.

After that, we'll see.

We've got nowhere to go, Mr Bellamy.

We can't go to the pub because of Gina,
and we can't go home because of Gloria.

All right, David.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Yes. We're trying to find out whether
anyone in the village has seen Ellen

Richards and her son Anthony today.

Very pretty woman. Boy of about seven,
newish to the area.

Live in Rose Crescent.

David.

Are you sure?

Go on, you. Spit it out.

She said not to say.

David, it's very important. The boy
could be in danger.

Oh.

Oh, well, I took him in a taxi to
Whitby.

Whereabouts in Whitby?

Clifftops.

Don't tell him where I am.

Please don't make us go back.

Hey, Anthony.

Have you ever seen him find a real
police car?

He's come with me now. I'll show you how
the radio works.

It's all right.

No, then, Mrs. Richards.

Try to tell us what happened.

He'll kill me. If I go back, he'll kill
me.

Ellen, we just need to know the facts.

He didn't mean to. He was in one of his
rages.

He didn't mean to what?

To push me out of the window. He tried
to push me.

He thought I was after Mr. Bradley.

I know. Lily, I'm sorry.

When he came round about the locks, he
thought... Well, he always thinks...

your time.

He's just always so terribly jealous and
I can't cope anymore.

That's why he beat me up about the baby.
He didn't think it was his.

You didn't fall down the stairs?

No.

I don't want to press charges. I don't
want a court case or anything.

All right, Mrs Richards.

All I want is to get away.

Naturally, we'll do whatever you say.

Oh, poor baby.

Oh, poor, poor baby.

Here we are, Ralph.

Still no sign of her, Mr. Richards.

No. Well, I'm sure there's nothing to
worry about.

She'll turn up.

She probably just went out for the day.
She never goes anywhere, not without me.

Oh, say, anything could have happened to
her.

An accident?

Anything.

Nothing's been reported at HQ.

Nothing. Nothing with the time I went
off duty.

Do I gather you're a helicopter?

That's right.

You and I used to be a sergeant, for my
sins.

No. Really?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

We go back, what, 20 years or more?

Oh, longer than that, Oscar.

Oh, what a shame.

I'm not hungry anymore.

Country air, eh?

Gonna have to turn in.

Eat them yourself, love. Be my guest.

Alan?

Anthony?

Is that Merton's taking her to a women's
refuge?

Mm. As we speak.

And when's Mr.

Richards going to be told? Oh, not until
tomorrow.

Give her a chance to get a solicitor.

It's funny how wrong you can be.

I thought it was the image of a caring
husband and all the time he was beating

her up.

That's what the jealousy thing is.

Mm.

Lovely.

Not quite what I intended.

What with everything that's happened, I
didn't get time to go to the shop.

Well, there's always next time.

Is there?

I hope so.

I'll get pudding.

I wouldn't get too excited if I were
you.

What are you doing?

Action stations, Mum. We've got to
Scarpa.

What? The pub's full of ruddy coppers.

And in the circumstances, that didn't
seem like a very good idea.

What circumstances?

Little memento from the Aden spiel arm.

Solid silver.

Worth a fortune.

Oh, no, Minicent.

Not again.

It's fairly typical, I'm afraid,
especially when I'm on my own.

No, I'm the same.

Cooking for one isn't much fun.
Actually, come to think of it, living on

own isn't either.

You've been used to sharing your life. I
haven't, so I don't really mind.

I'm getting better.

Friends are a help, of course.

Am I a friend?

Filly question.

Of course you are.

More than.

How much more than?

And what is this?

Mike, do you think we could sometime
maybe discuss where we're at?

You and me, I mean.

Sorry, wrong moment.

No, it's a good idea. I think we should.

Okay.

It's just... I need to know where it's
done.

It is not a laughing matter.

I'm very upset.

Oh, Mum.

I hate letting people down.

Come on.

Get some sleep.

We've got an early start.

I really liked Vernon and Bernie.

You could stay.

No, no, you wanted an early night, so
I... I'd better get going.

Thanks for a lovely evening.

We didn't have that talk we were going
to have, did we?

No.

No, we didn't.

I love you, Mike.

Mike.

Jake!

I'll fight him. I'll fight him.

How about the car? Shh.

No

bite

to the neck.

No, she's not over yet.

Not at all.

Gloria.

Gloria.

It's the day of the funeral. We've got
to get on.

Gloria.

Go in and have a look.

It's your bedroom.

Hello.

The naughty lady of Shady Lane Has a
town and a

wife The naughty lady of Shady Lane

Not burner's money, but funeral.

In tin on desk.

That was to pay for food and everything.

Yeah, I know.

It'll remain, Mum, and you'll do all
right.

Still, we'll take service for 50 quid.

Eh, not bad for a couple of days' work.

Oh, no.

Right -o, Oscar.

I'll see what I can do.

You, er, you know that girl that you
fancied at the pub?

Well, she's done a moonlight flick
without paying her bill.

St. Grey.

A women's refuge.

That's right.

A place for women where they can go with
their children to escape domestic

violence. What?

What, are you crazy?

Losing the baby has driven her
completely crazy.

Where is this place?

The address is confidential.

Look, Merton, this is my wife we're
talking about. My child.

I need to know where they are.

I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to
disclose their whereabouts.

You'll be hearing from her solicitor.

Okay.

Who took her there?

I'm sorry.

I don't think I know that.

You're a lucky man, Mr Richards.

And you've got your wife to thank for
it.

If it was up to me, you'd be under lock
and key on assault charges.

We're not capable of running a catering
operation.

Please, Gina.

No. But we're desperate.

I don't care.

It wasn't only Gloria who did a bunk,
you know. It was the precious daughter,

too, without paying her bill.

But we've got all the food.

Tough.

Gina, we've got all these people about
to turn up expecting a funeral tea.

Some of them from London.

Oh, me heart bleeds.

Look, Mrs Wiley's put all the money up
front. You can have it all. All the

profit.

Get it down here, then.

What? The food's stupid.

Go on with you.

Of course I'll do it.

Yes, Mr Richards?

I need to talk to Dr Summering. Well,
she's not here.

Can I help?

Yeah. I'd like the address of this so
-called women's refuge.

I'm sorry?

Presumably you've got it. It must have
been the doctor who fixed it.

I don't think so.

OK, if you're going to be difficult,
just give me the list of refuges and

work it out for myself.

We don't have a list.

Sorry to trouble you.

How many tears do you cry if love should
break your heart in two?

How many tears will I cry now that I
know I'm

losing you?

I can't stop wanting you. And no matter
what

you do, you're still mine.

said he can compete with me.

You're Millicent Grey.

Yeah. She only got out of jail a couple
of weeks ago.

I thought as much.

What have you lost, then?

Well, just a bill for the B &B.

Sorry I'm late. I've just had Ellen
Richards on the phone.

How was she?

Relieved. Grateful.

She's determined to make a new life for
herself and Anthony.

I think she'll be all right.

Well, that husband of hers better keep
away.

He'll have to. The solicitor's already
applied for the court order.

Good.

What?

Nothing.

I've been thinking about what you said
last night, I told you.

About that not knowing where to go.

Oh, yeah?

And?

I'm over here.

Peace and quiet at last.

What a day I've had.

Yes, Vernon.

Let's go and have a drink outside
Aidensfield somewhere, eh?

Now? Yeah.

OK.

Oh, I'd better get changed first.

Oh, OK.

I'll go and say my farewells and come
and pick you up in five minutes.

All right.

Is anyone there?

Where's my wife?

Some people have no patience.

Why does she have to be paid right now?
Because she doesn't trust you. Oh,

that's nice, that is, isn't it? I do all
the hard work.

Gloria does a bump.

Gina steps in at the last minute and
takes all the profit.

I don't believe it.

It's gone.

Mike, Sergeant Merton's been on the
phone. A neighbour's reported a break

the surgery.

Trish.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I know what you've been up to.

Where

is

she? What's he done with her?

Mike, take it easy.

Get your hands off me.

Okay, Bellamy.

You were another one, weren't you?

After my wife.

It's all right, Sarge. Got into him. The
whole world wanted her.

Trisha?

What's wrong?

Trish? Trisha?

Alf, call an ambulance, quick.

Trish, wake up.

Wake up.

Trish, wake up.

That's it.

Come on.

Come on, that's it.

It's going to be all right.

Now, just hang in there.

Help's on its way.

Will somebody please help me?

Come on. What happened?

Come on, Tricia.

Trish. Stay with her.

Trish!

That's it.

Trish.