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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 all right.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Won't somebody tell me what I've done wrong?

Everybody, girl, I know.

She's my baby and I love her so.

Well, every morning when the sun comes up, she brings me coffee in my favourite

cup. And I know, yeah.

Morning, Dr. Arnold. Dr. Weatherill took your patients.

Thank you.

Pretty lightly, really.

Mostly with the prescriptions. And Mrs.

Evansley's blood pressure's on the up again.

Right, thanks.

Sorry, I, um... There's the children.

I brought them to school, but there were floods of tears when I tried to leave.

They're missing their mum.

Yes. They just don't understand why she can't come home.

How is she?

All changed?

They said she passed a comfortable night.

Gordon, why don't you just take a bit of time off?

I don't think so.

Excuse me.

Better get on with my water out.

Now, just hop back into bed for me, Mr. Greengrass.

Oh.

Well, look here, if I can crawl away, I feel.

You've had so much iron, a madness would cling to you. You should be bursting

with energy.

I must be going rusty, then.

It's very, very pernicious, this anemia. There's only one pernicious body round

here, and I'm looking at it.

Sir, how are we feeling, Mr. Greengrass?

Sir, she won't be starting any thick books.

Uh -huh.

Well, we're still waiting for confirmation from the lab, but...

With a bit of luck, I am delighted to say you're going to be going home later

this afternoon, Mr. Greengrass. A fervent prayer has been directed to our

We shall go home to be good to.

Is Mr.

Greengrass wearing a clean nightshirt?

There's been no clean laundry today, Matron.

Disgraceful. We're short of towels and we're down to the twice -down sheep.

This will not do.

I will investigate, sister.

Can I take you out tonight?

New Albert Finney's on in town.

Well, I was thinking more about dinner.

We need to talk about London.

So you finally made your mind up, then?

Yeah.

And I'm sorry I'm washing my hair.

Let's tell her my next patient, please, if it's not too much trouble.

It's just dinner and a chat.

I'll book a restaurant in Napoli.

What, for old time's sake?

What's the point?

Why am I still waiting for my hemorrhoids?

The broken machine was reported at the beginning of the week.

Mrs. Norsby promised to make do with the other machine until you repaired the

fault. But the shop had to order the part, Mr. Middleditch, and it's due in

morning. Mrs. Norsby said it was too much work for just the one machine. She

to overload it just to keep up. Said it just blew up in the middle of the wash.

I think the motor's burned out. And the motor for the second machine.

Will that be another rare and unobtainable part?

Oh, no, no. I'm confident that the shop will have the party and stuff, Mr.

Litch. Please see to it, Ken.

Immediately.

This hospital cannot function without clean laundry.

Right away, Maitland.

We telephoned from St. Bride's. She's having terrible stomach pains. Let's hop

into this chair, shall we?

It's Peter from, is it?

Hello, I'm Dr. Weatherwell. Can you tell me what's happening?

He was playing the response to an assembly when she just keeled over. Stop

fussing, Charles.

Nothing much of a matter. We'll have a quick look and then we'll see if we can

find out what's wrong. Could you wait outside for me, do you think?

It's all right.

We're engaged.

Please, Charles.

Wait a minute just there.

I've had a word with the other doctors, and they're all willing to pitch in

until things are back to normal.

If things ever do get back to normal.

Must be exhausting, dashing over to Leeds every five minutes.

I'm afraid I haven't been to visit Caroline for days.

She can't see, she can't hear, she can't speak. She has no idea if it's me

holding her hand or one of the nurses.

How ghastly for you.

What are the doctors saying? Well, all we can do is wait.

then all I can do is give the children some sort of routine.

So, thank you for your offer, Mr Middleditch, but for the moment, it's

as usual.

Right, you can put your legs down for me.

How long have you been bleeding?

A couple of days.

Much pain?

Yeah.

And the date of your last period?

I've never been very regular, I don't know.

Have your periods always been very heavy?

No.

No, not like this, no.

OK.

Look, is there something that you could give me for the pain? I really should

return to school. I've got classes this afternoon. No, no, I'm afraid there's no

question of that.

Did you have any idea that you might be pregnant?

No.

No, none at all, no.

Right.

Well, I'm afraid there's a very real chance that you might have miscarried.

You can tell that just by looking at me.

I'm very sorry.

So, I'm going to need a bit of a drip, and then I'm going to need to admit you

for a procedure called a D &C, which is just to make sure everything's clear,

don't it?

Is that absolutely necessary? Well, if we don't perform it, then there's a very

real chance of infection or hemorrhaging. So, let me just try and

Well, well, well.

That's all I need.

Greengrass! And I thought you were dead.

Sorry to disappoint you.

What are you doing in there?

Oh, just a social call. That's my mate Derek over there. But I thought, uh...

Seeing as you were stuck in here, you might appreciate a bit of light reading.

I prefer to bungee grate.

Classified section, page five, top right -hand corner.

Any person cognizant with the whereabouts of Claude Jeremiah

formerly resident in Aidensfield, please.

Contact box number 437, where they may learn something to their advantage.

But it's not to mine.

Dr. Omar, are you around?

I'm all round.

It's kind of urgent.

I'll put lights on.

I feel that worried look upon your face.

Oh, look out!

Oh, look out!

Thank God! There's the terrifying G here.

It's an emergency.

Hold on!

Hold on! This case

was discovered in the wreckage of the bus,

close to where your wife was found.

Do you recognise it, Dr Almrod?

Well, it looks exactly like my old school case.

But what would Caroline be doing with a suitcase? She never said she was going

anywhere. Well, there's some personal effects inside.

Personal effects? What kind of personal effects?

Perhaps you could take a look inside.

Tell me if you recognise anything.

It's time.

Course guard round wanting a doctor.

Lifeboat's standing by. There's been an accident.

Trawler off Bossy Bank.

It's a head injury and he's unconscious but having fits.

And Dr. Omerod's still in his room with PC Bellamy. Thank you, Lizzie.

We couldn't possibly ask Dr.

Omerod anyway. He's got far too much to think about.

Dr. Wetherill?

With a patient. She's waiting for Dr. Omerod to anaesthetise.

Then it will have to be Dr.

Cheriton.

Mr. Rose should have finished his list by now. Yes, Dr. Cheriton should be

available.

So you can identify the contents as belonging to your wife?

These are Caroline's things, yes.

Look, um... I'm sorry, I just don't understand.

Why would she be going away without taking the children?

Why, I really couldn't say.

She waved goodbye to me that morning, knowing she was going to do this.

I'm sure there's a logical explanation.

There's no way we can ask, is there?

She left nothing at the home. No note, no... Just nothing.

Packing this morning.

The only trip to the museum, please.

I thought you were supposed to be doing this place up.

I can't afford to do everything at once.

A new range costs an arm and a leg.

Terry, lad, you remember what your old grandad used to say on the subject of

false economy?

No. I'll have to go and pick up a new one.

It's the fish I'm worried about.

I've got a hundred -weight prime -cob fillet on its way. It won't last five

minutes out of the fridge.

Well, you've got a problem, lad.

Problem? Problem?

I've got the grandad in tonight. I've got the newspaper coming.

A new...

Who's going to do these spuds while I go and buy a new fridge?

It's going to cost you.

Would you like to see your fiancé before the operation?

You won't say anything to him, will you?

What if you don't want me to?

He's the school chaplain.

We're engaged, but certain standards are expected of the staff.

If any suggestion of this were to get out, I'd lose my job, so would he.

Right, I understand. It would put him in an intolerable position.

He'd be forced to lie to the governors to protect me.

All right, well, don't worry. All we need to tell him is that you're

some gynaecological investigations.

Well, then, I will see him, then.

I need

to

talk to you.

Then talk to me now.

How are your sea legs, Doctor?

The Coast Guard have been on the telephone.

SOS from a trawler at sea.

A crew member with a head injury.

The casualty's unconscious and he's begun to fit.

The lifeboat crew are expecting you at the station.

Right, I'll grab the immediate care kit. And I need oxygen.

You'd better have some help with that.

I believe Alan's around somewhere.

You don't know what you're going to find when you get out there. Take one of my

casualty nurses.

Nurse Taylor.

I didn't think that was allowed.

The last time Nurse Taylor attended an accident, you made it clear your nurses

weren't to leave the hospital.

Unless they have my prior permission.

How many more times, Greengrass? No.

But if you don't help me, Oscar, you could be signing me a death warrant.

Unfortunate, but nothing to do with me.

I saved your life, remember, twice against my better judgment.

Visiting is now over, thank you.

Never let me forget that, will you?

All right, I'll look into it.

But I'm promising you nothing.

It's

nothing,

Lord. I promise.

But what is it exactly? What's wrong?

Women's problems.

They've been having trouble with me monthlies.

They call it gynecological investigations.

But an operation, isn't that serious?

No, it's just easier for the doctor if I'm asleep.

Look, the doctor said this sort of thing is very common in women of my age.

But if they don't treat it now, then I might have a problem having children

later on.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

We're ready for you now, Miss Peterson.

God bless, my love. I'll be here when you wake.

God bless.

Unless there's life, I imagine something more substantial.

What's the deal with this?

It's a head of government mortuary, PDQ.

Fish!

I know it's fish. You are the brain of Britain today, aren't you? What's in

those sacks? What, these?

Top -quality spuds. King Eddie's?

More like King Kong's.

Come on, Alan.

Come in.

You're listening to me.

Sorry.

I said, what if the police comes to Vermont?

I'd rather not.

If you don't mind.

Oh.

Well, no wonder she didn't want to be admitted.

Right, we're going to need to send a sample to the blood bank for cross

-matching, and can you clear the main vision, please?

She's had a backstreet abortion.

One of his responsibles left her in a terror's dress.

Stop these doctors alive over here.

I'm not.

You're not?

I'm not going.

I'm staying here. I turned the job down.

That's why I wanted to send you out.

You're not doing this for me, are you? Here we are, you need a head examining.

How would you even cross my mind?

That's the point of a box number. It's confidential.

All I'm after is a name.

Well, it's more than my job's worth to betray an advertiser's confidence.

And I'm sure it's more than your job's worth if your employer discovered

why you were up before the bench five years ago.

That's not fair, Sergeant Blaketon.

The choice is yours.

A few, Doctor.

She can't hear you, I'm afraid. She's on a sedation.

Why? Where are you taking her?

We're taking her to theatre. Her condition has deteriorated. She's in

emergent surgery.

What happened to her?

Well, I'll have a better idea when I get a closer look.

Hardly an adequate explanation, Doctor.

Nurse? Nurse Ogden will show you where you can wait while she's in theatre, OK?

This isn't good enough. I insist to speak to the surgeon.

You're speaking to her. Now, please, just try not to worry.

Right. Doctor, my outpatient clinic is finished. I thought I'd hang around and

observe you in action.

I understand.

What's his name?

David. He's our doctor.

David?

David, can you hear me?

David?

Did you see what happened?

No. Must have fell down from deck.

Had him here, found him.

We're going to move him to galley.

But we started to have a fit, so we thought, best leave him here.

He hasn't been well for a while now.

Has he complained of any symptoms?

Not that he'd admit to.

But he's been slowing down.

He's hearing it and what it was.

He's not as quick on his feet.

What's his OK?

He won't admit. He's more of a hindrance than a help.

We've been on at him to take it easier.

But miserable old goat would rather die than have the business of it.

He's too much for him at his age.

What's up with him, doggie?

There's a good sense of breathing to his face, probably from when he fell.

No significant depression of his skull, which is good news.

Thank you.

I'm all right, you'll get it.

You say he's fit?

Yeah, a little bad.

That's why we call the course guard.

Have you ever had fits before?

Only in timber.

Let's get him stabilized.

Neck collar, please, Matt.

Hey.

It's the skin you're supposed to be peeling.

There's half a spud on that one. Well, do it yourself if you don't think it's

good enough.

Oh, look.

It's not all brown. Did your mother not teach you anything?

I only ever see them when they're chips.

Once they're peeled, you're supposed to put them in water.

Here, fill it up. They won't all fit in that.

Hang on, what's in that?

I've just chucked a load of sheets in.

Chuck them back out again, sharpish.

You need to get your father to hospital as soon as possible.

Can I use the radio?

I need to pass a message through the coast guard.

What happened to your hand?

Bungie don't winch you earlier. It's now.

Well, let me take a look.

Oh, there's no need.

Thanks, Doctor.

Somebody's just shoved.

Let him see.

Move that for me.

Well, I have to x -ray, but it looks like a classic fracture of the second

third metacarpals.

How did you do it again?

I went out wrong with you this morning when we were letting down the nets.

Told you, a plank winch.

Well, this particular fracture is almost always a result of punching something

or someone with extreme force.

He swung for me first.

I couldn't stand it any longer, so I let him have it.

But I swear, I saw him walk away.

You're saying that you hit him?

Were you?

You knocked him out and chugged him down the ladder.

I hit him, but he walked away. It was right as rain.

You tried to kill our dad.

You tried to murder him.

You've got more reason to want rid of him than I have. You could easily have

kicked him down.

I don't give a damn about who did what. The important thing is to get your

father to hospital as soon as possible.

He's trying to murder the old man. We should call the police.

Don't listen to him, Doctor.

He's lying.

He's just trying to set me up. There's plenty of time for this later.

Shut my feet. We've all heard you whining about how he sits on the profits

won't stump up for another boat.

Right, you're the one that was always going on about how he kept us short, too

tight -fisted to bring us in on our own. Well, I didn't decide to do him in so I

could get the insurance money instead.

Try and save your father's life.

Have some respect, for God's sake.

You're all right.

Your father needs to be transferred to hospital immediately.

Any deterioration because of the delay and I'll hold you both responsible.

Call the cops.

Call him now!

No tailor will see to your hand.

And no more fighting.

Or I'll be the one calling the police.

Understood?

What, is that sign not big enough for you? Or can't you read?

I was looking for someone called Bowman.

You found him. So what do you want?

Well, I believe you're looking for someone called Claude Jeremiah

Greengrass?

It's me you're looking for. Come on.

Come on.

I promise you, Doctor, I did hit him. I didn't shove him down.

You should save your explanations for the police.

Keep still, will you?

All I know is, when my dad headed to that ladder, he was walking all right.

A bit funny round face, like.

From what way?

Right.

He was blinking, sort of unsteady. Mind you, I did hit him hard.

You saw him get on the ladder?

I saw him put his foot on the top rung, then I turned and walked up deck.

God's honest truth, when I left him, he was fine.

Excellent job, Doctor.

Excellent.

Mind you, I wouldn't have used a pharyngeal incision myself.

That young lady, Miss Peterson, her young man's very concerned.

As well he should be.

A mess he's got her into.

She had some complications from an illegal termination.

And her young man, a clergyman, he was unaware of her condition.

When I think of the time wasted on these murderers when there are so many God

-fearing women out there without families of their own. Sister, I'm not

to debate the ethics with you. Where is he?

I left him in reception.

Thank you.

Peeves in recovery while she comes round from the anaesthetic.

Why? What's been wrong with her?

We've had to perform an emergency hysterectomy.

What? Why?

Well, I'll bring her up to the ward when she comes round and then you can speak

to her yourself.

Why will nobody tell me what's going on?

I'm very sorry.

What the hell was all that about?

A minute there, I thought you were in real trouble.

I wasn't worried for a moment.

I knew they'd be sensitive to a problem with my natural aerial authority.

My secret weapon, Staff Nurse Taylor.

Who do you believe?

I'd like to be a police lieutenant, so I'll call that one out.

You have a duty to inform the authorities.

And I have a duty towards my patient.

Whoever did that to her shall be strung up. Well, that's if she'll reveal who

she went to.

All the reason to get the law in.

Put the fear of God into her.

Look, a bedside interrogation is absolutely the very last thing this girl

at the moment.

So, when you have a dead body on your hands, you will inform the coroner that

you colluded with a woman who had an illegal abortion?

Mr. Rose, it won't come to that.

Claude Greengrass?

Not necessarily.

Who depends who wants to know?

My name's Brenda.

There's a clever girl. You know your surname and all.

God love telling.

My mother was Irene Stockton.

I'm your daughter.

Hello, Dad.

You should be speaking to Dr. Wetherill. She won't tell me anything. I beg you,

for the love of God, please tell me, has he been... Was she expecting a baby?

It's best you speak to the doctor.

Mum passed over last Christmas.

Oh, dear.

Sorry to hear that.

She said when you found out, you'd be dancing on her grave.

Did she?

Knowing her, she was probably buried at sea. I'm afraid we didn't part on the

best of terms, Brenda.

I was always pestering her, but man won't be drawn.

Didn't even put your name on my birth certificate.

I know.

She said she didn't want you to go through life with a millstone like me

your neck.

All she'd say was you were an inveterate malingerer.

Wouldn't know an honest day's work if he hit you in faith, but...

I knew you couldn't be that bad.

She was a bitter woman, you know, your mother.

So, what put you on the trail of Lord here, Brenda?

Going through a thing, I found an old newspaper thing from years ago when he

were up in court.

I put the two and two together. I guessed they were my dad.

Thanks to you, I found him.

You're not angry with me, are you?

I don't think so.

There's honestly not a day gone by when I've not thought about where you were or

what you were doing.

It was Eve who told you to keep this quiet, wasn't it?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Why didn't you tell me she was pregnant?

I can't betray the confidence of my patients. I'm sorry. What happened? Did

try to get rid of it and something went wrong? Look, you're going to need to

speak to Ian, OK?

Don't you think I have a right to know? Look, I really can't comment. I'm sorry.

I might have known you women were close ranks.

I can assure you that any doctor would have done the same, right?

If you'll excuse me.

Very peculiar, all these complaints about some sort of odour.

Can you smell anything?

No, no, I can't smell. Neither can I.

Ah, just one moment.

Yes. You know, if I didn't know better, I could have sworn that I could smell

fish.

Fish?

No, no, I can't smell fish. The mortuary's unoccupied at the moment,

Maybe that drain's blocked again.

No, no, no, Mr Middleton. No, no, no, it won't be the drain. No, I checked up

the spawn and that's as clear as a bell. Well, it has to be something.

Washing machines, yes, that's what it is. The washing machines. You think,

happens if there's a backlog of dirty water?

And, well, it's not designed to cope with the volume. So what happens is...

Perhaps we had better go and have a look.

91.

92.

I'm not deaf, Ken.

No, I know you're not deaf, Mr Middleditch.

I did expect the laundry to be up and running by now.

Yes, well, we are doing our best, Mr Middleditch. I issued petty cash for

rare mechanical parts this morning.

Yes, and we fitted them straight away. I just don't know why the old girl isn't

working.

Maybe that is because the machine appears to be full of potatoes.

Your internal injuries were severe and irreparable.

I promise you I'd only have performed this operation as a last resort.

We'll never have children.

I'm very sorry.

I didn't mean...

Do you think that it serves me right?

I don't think anybody deserves to go through what's happened to you. I

couldn't. I couldn't have had that baby.

You don't have to explain. I don't understand.

I've ruined my life.

All I've ever wanted is to be married.

How am I going to explain all this to Charles?

Well, you know, sometimes people who care about us can be a lot more

understanding than we expect.

He can never know.

He can never know. He can never know about that baby.

Why did you feel that you weren't able to tell Charles that you were pregnant?

Because it wasn't his.

With him being a chaplain, we were doing it properly.

We were saving it for the wedding night.

And the kids, the five of them, all dying to meet the new granddad.

Well, it seems congratulations are in order.

You will come and see us when they let you out.

You see, I think I'm going to be in here for quite a while yet because I keep

having these, what's it, relapses all the time.

Are you still not dressed, Mr. Greengrass?

Come on, the sooner you get out of that bed, the better for both of us. Excuse

me. My father's a sick man.

Only in the head.

Come on, Mr. Greengrass, I won't tell you again. It's time to go home.

A little bit too much to ask.

All these years you've spent pretending I don't exist.

It was your mother. She won't let me near you. She were right.

You never wanted me then.

You don't want me now.

Goodbye, Dad.

I don't believe this.

Are you letting her go just like that?

That's probably for the best. After all she's done to find you.

Well, come on, Oscar. Look at me. I've got no money. I've got the clothes I

stand up in. Nowhere to live.

I'm not exactly your fairy tale long -lost father, am I? You're not getting

with this, Greengrass.

What are you going to do, arrest me?

I wish.

Brenda, can you hang on a minute?

Thanks for trying, Mr. Blaketon, but it was a fool to think you'd give a damn

about me. Look, I'm pretty sure he does care, you know, deep down.

He's got a funny way of showing it.

Well, he's as stubborn as a mule. He can't see further than the end of his

at the best of times.

I best be off, Mr. Blaketon. No, don't give up on him. Not just yet.

I'm sure he wants to get to know you. It's just his pride that's stopping him.

Also, I think he's trying to protect you.

How's that?

Well, the truth is, Brenda, your dad's seen better days.

He's on his uppers.

He's got nothing.

I don't think he wants to burden you with that.

Thanks, boys.

That doesn't quite fit.

We've partly depressed with someone who cold -bloodedly attempted murder.

Didn't you know?

Anyway, one of them must be lying through his teeth.

Well, you have to admit it. I wouldn't get that sort of experience in London.

No. You wouldn't get a black eye, either.

I just have my rugged good looks.

Women's problems, you said.

The doctor discovered it was a bit more complicated than you thought.

Stop lying to me.

Just tell me whose it was.

It only happened the once.

It didn't mean anything.

He refused to stand by you, so you decided to settle for second best.

I've only ever wanted you. I love you.

So you just gave yourself to a stranger on a whim.

And?

When did it happen, this assignation, this one -off?

Or was it more than that?

Tell me, Eve, you owe me that courtesy at least.

It was after the end of Turn Dance.

We all went to the pub.

Only he kept buying me drinks. Too many drinks.

They went to my head. I didn't know what I was doing.

So he forced himself on you. It was a mistake.

It was a stupid, terrible mistake.

Who was it?

What does it matter now?

What are you frightened of? Why are you protecting him?

There are other people involved.

He's married.

It's Gordon Flynn.

Gordon Flynn?

You gave yourself to Gordon Flynn?

And his wife with the baby on the way?

Don't you think that I know that?

I was so ashamed.

And then when I found out that I was pregnant...

Upset yourself.

Shh.

Come along.

Hiya. That looks nasty.

What have you done?

Oh, it's the fisherman took exception to my accent.

Took my mind off a sea thing, that one.

You've been out at sea?

Yes. On a light, though, no less.

No one told me.

Well, Mr Middleton seemed to think...

Well, you had on on them.

Did he?

Did he now?

Oh, Neil, not again.

What's he been saying now?

Nothing. We... That if I was wondering if you'd like to come and stop at the

farm for convalescent... I can take care of meself.

I don't need charity.

Well, we've got room for a few more round our table.

You can stop as long as you like.

One thing, you have to like dogs.

We breed lurches, tend to take over at place.

And the estate next to us, it runs game, so we never run short of a few birds,

if you see what I mean.

Sounds like an offer you can't refuse, eh, Greengrass?

Why don't you come home, Dad?

I gave the message to Dr. Cheriton because I knew you'd have to get back

your children. Why don't you just come home, Gordon?

Why the hell would I want to do that?

Look, I'm sick and tired of people treading on eggshells. My wife's the

not me, so please, just allow me to get on with my work.

We are all very aware of your domestic predicament, Gordon.

We're only trying to help.

I know.

I'm sorry.

It's been a wretched day.

I apologise.

Eve's very distressed. Can you come to her?

A woman has to be desperate to put herself through this ordeal.

She was trying to protect you in a funny sort of way.

Is that what you think?

She wasn't alone in creating this baby.

A man has to have a certain responsibility too.

I would go and tell him.

But the news might just upset his wife.

I beg you, Father.

No, you're not... No, that honour goes to a colleague of Eve's.

I think they call it a one -night stand.

I see.

I was surprised as well to discover that my fiancée not only betrayed me and

deceived me...

but also killed her unborn child. And if I hadn't have worked out what's been

going on, she'd be lying to me still, and she has the temerity to attempt to

pass it off as a mistake.

Whatever Eve did, she's paid heavily for it.

After what she's done to me, no -one would condemn me for walking away.

I suspect they wouldn't.

But how can I... when I have to love her?

I think your father had an epileptic fit.

But not until after the exchange of blows between them.

I told you. I told you he just went. We're waiting for the results of the

but I'm fairly certain that's what happened. He's never had fits before.

Epilepsy can strike at any time.

And if your father was in an emotional state immediately beforehand.

You were ready to murder me.

I think the fit must have occurred as he climbed down the ladder.

That's what made him fall.

Sir,

I'm in the clear.

Well, I think so, yes.

Thank you, Doctor.

And, er... I never meant to whack you on... Sorry.

My fault for getting in the way.

Right, let's get home.

Let Mam know what's happening.

One more thing.

If the neurologist confirms my suspicions, your father will have to

his skipper's licence for a minimum of three years.

You mean he couldn't go off to sea?

Only as a passenger.

Don't forget, Oscar, then, if you're ever passing by a red car... Yeah, I'll

keep on going.

Don't stop when you get the first thing.

I'll tell you something, though, Oscar. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd

pay this, but thank you for what you did.

Keep taking those pills, Mr Greengrass.

I won't till I rattle.

Ta -ra, sister.

All right, Brenda.

You know, I was never sure of my opinion on the nature -nurture debate until

now. Like two peas in a pod.

Let's hope she realises what she's taken on.

Several candles will be lit for the continuing good health of Mr Greengrass

the earliest opportunity.

This woman could have killed you, Eve.

If you tell the police, then... you'll be preventing her from doing it to

anybody else.

All right.

I will.

Oh, er... And have you thought about what you might say to Charles?

He already knows.

He hates me for it.

He's left me.

I won't be seeing him again.

I can't blame you for hating me.

I'd feel exactly the same in your position.

You should try to get some rest.

I'll be back to see you in the morning.

Gordon. May I come in?

Let's take a piece. Have you seen Dr. Omer?

If his dog looked, he'd have gone home.

Night, Doctor. Night.

Oh, lovely.

Hey, that's 20 quid for the hospital immediate care thing.

Minus, uh, my pension, of course. Hey, what about me? It was me who did all the

healing. Yeah, and it was me who got all the flack from Middlesbrough. Hey, as

you're my first customers, I've got a couple of light ales out in the back.

Oh, great.

That's a little... What's wrong?

My phone went off.

Here you go, Uncle Ken. Oh, thanks very much, sir. Listen, we've got a dash.

We've an emergency up at the hospital.

And if we're not there, it will go to pot now.

Don't forget, put plenty of salt and vinegar on them chips.

Will do. Will do. Cheers, Uncle Ken. See you. Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to Hopkirk Fisheries. You only put the spuds in the washing machine.

just picked it to change the water. No. No, that's why the chip tastes like

stork and I'll get in the van.

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