All language subtitles for The Royal s02e01 All At Sea

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.