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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.

And won't somebody tell me what I've done wrong.

Let me tell you about a 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, I know... Morning, Dr. Longwood. Dr. Weatherill

took your patient.

Thank you.

Pretty lightly, really.

Mostly repeat prescriptions. Oh, and Mrs.

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

Right, thanks.

Sorry, I, um... Those are children.

Got 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?

Any change?

They said she passed a comfortable night.

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

I don't think so.

Excuse me.

Better get on with my wardrobe.

Now, just hop back into bed from Mr Greengrass.

Oh, well, look here, I can crawl away, I feel.

You've had so much iron, a magnet 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, shall we start in 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 on this afternoon, Mr. Greengrass? A

fervent prayer has been directed to our lady.

We shall go home. Be good to her.

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 Vinnie'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.

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

Now, say to my next patient, please, if it's not too much trouble.

It's just dinner and a chat.

I've got a restaurant in Napoli.

What, for old time's sake?

What's the point?

Why am I still waiting for my hemorrhoids, nurse?

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

this morning.

Mrs. Norsby said it was too much work for just the one machine. She had 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 in stock, Mr. Litch.

Please see to it, Ken.

Immediately.

This hospital cannot function without clean laundry.

Strike away, Maitland.

The telephone comes in bright.

She's having a terrible stomachache. Let's jump into this chair, shall we?

It's, uh, Miss Peterson, is it?

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

He was playing the recessional in the assembly when she just keeled over. Stop

fussing, Charles.

There's nothing much to matter about me. Well, 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

business as usual.

Right, can you 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 to put up 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,

darling.

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

real chance of infection or hemorrhaging, so... Can you just try and

relax?

And I'll go and make some arrangements, all right?

Can you finish that for me?

Well, well, well.

No call like this.

Congrats. 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 budge your grades.

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

Any person cognizant with the whereabouts of Claude Jeremiah

Greengrass, formerly resident in Aidensfield, please.

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

But it's not mine.

Dr. Omar on the round?

On his ward rounds.

It's kind of urgent.

I'll put his lights on.

Uncle Kev!

Uncle Kev!

Thank God! There's these terrifyings here.

It's an emergency.

Come on! Come on! This

case

was discovered in the wreckage of the bus, close to where your wife was found.

Do you recognise it, Dr Almirot?

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.

Adrian, course guard ran wanting a doctor.

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

Trawler off Fosse Bank.

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

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. Weatherall?

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?

Well, 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.

Packed in this morning.

Solely fit for the museum piece.

I thought you were supposed to be doing this place up, Benny. I can't afford to

do everything at once.

New range costs an arm and a leg.

Terry, lad, do 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 of prime cod 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 grand opening 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, then?

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

undergoing some gynaecological investigations.

Well, then, I will see him, then.

Right.

I need to talk to you.

Then talk to me now.

How are your sea legs, Doctor?

The Coast Guard's 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 had 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've 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.

No change, does it?

It's nothing, Lord. I promise.

But what is it exactly? What's wrong?

It's women's problems.

They've been having trouble with me monthly.

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 says 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, my love.

I'll be here when you wake.

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

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.

Fidgety's?

More like King Kong's.

Come on, Alan.

Come in.

You're listening to me.

Sorry.

I said, what did the police constable want?

I'd rather not.

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 now. And can you clear the main thing, please?

She's had a backstreet abortion.

My less responsible blood are in a terrible mess.

You can't be stopped for survival, can you?

I'm not.

What?

I'm not going.

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

That's why I wanted to save you out.

You're not doing this for me, are you? Here you are, you need your head

examined.

Why would you even cross my line?

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

exactly why you were up before the bench five years ago.

That's not fair, Sergeant Blaketon.

The choice is yours.

After you, Doctor.

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

Why? Where are you taking her?

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

of emergency surgery.

What's 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, all right?

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

observe you in action.

I understand.

What's his name?

David. 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 Cali.

But he 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.

His hearing isn't what it was.

He's not as quick on his feet.

Is he okay?

We won't admit he's more of an injurer 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, Dougie?

He's got a sense of breathing to the face, probably from when he fell.

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

Thanks.

I'm alive and well, sir.

You okay, Patrick?

Yeah. A little bad.

That's why we call the course guard.

Has he ever had fits before?

No, only in temper.

Let's give him a stabilizer.

Neck collar, please, ma'am.

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

It was 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.

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.

I 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?

I banged it on the windshield earlier. It's knelt.

Well, let me take a look.

Oh, no need.

Thanks, Doctor.

Something's just shoved.

Let him see it.

Move that for me.

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

and 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 chucked him down the ladder.

I hit him, but he walked away. He were 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.

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 tried 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 face. We've all heard you whining about how he sits on the profits

and won't stump up for another boat.

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. I didn't decide to do him in so I could

get the insurance money instead.

Deteritans, come out here to try and save your father's life.

Have some respect, for God's sake.

Laura.

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!

Nurse Taylor 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.

Greengrass?

It's me you're looking for, isn't it? Come on.

I promise you, Doctor, I did hit him. I

didn't shoot him down, did I?

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.

I saw him get on the ladder.

I saw him put his foot on the top rung.

Then he turned and walked up the deck.

God's honest truth.

When I left him, he was fine.

Excellent job, Doctor.

Excellent.

Mind you, I wouldn't have used the Farringsfield incision myself.

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

As well he should be.

The 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

prepared to debate the ethics with you. Where is he?

I left him in reception.

Thank you.

Eve's 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 was quiet for a moment.

I knew they'd be sent for a puzzle with my natural air of authority.

And my secret weapon, Staff Nurse Taylor.

Who do you believe?

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

You have a duty to inform the authorities.

And I have a duty towards my patient.

If you ever did that to her, she'll be strung up. That's if she'll reveal who

she went to.

All the more 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

needs 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.

She'll 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.

Did she? 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 her birth certificate.

I know.

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

round 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 the face, 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 in a newspaper collection from years ago when

he were up in court.

I put two and two together. I guessed it were me dad.

Thanks to you, I found him.

You're not angry with me, are you?

Don't be tough.

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 she 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.

How 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,

isn't it?

Maybe that drain's blocked again.

No, no, no, Mr Middleton, no, no, no. It won't be the drain. I checked that this

morning. 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 see, what

happens is there's a backlog of dirty water, and, well, it's not designed to

cover 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 ate some petty cash for

these 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 at the last resort.

We'll never have children.

I'm very sorry.

I suppose...

Does he think that it serves me right?

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

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

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

I've ruined my life.

All I've ever wanted is to be married.

for me.

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?

There's five of them, all dying to meet the new grandad.

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.

It was 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 it.

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

away 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

nose 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.

Hi, boys.

It doesn't quite fit.

We've parted a threat with someone who cold-bloodedly attempted murder.

You said you'd 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.

That's my rugged good looks.

Women's problems, you said.

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

Stop lying to me.

Just tell me whose it was.

It only happened 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 Turned Downs.

We all went to the pub.

And 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 puts a 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...

Up that you fell.

Shh.

Come along.

Hiya. That looks nasty.

What have you done?

Asked the fisherman, took exception to my accident.

Took my mind off a sea thing, I thought.

You've been out at sea?

Yes. On a lifeboat, no less.

No one told me.

Mr Middleton seemed to think...

Though you had honour on them.

Did he?

Did he now?

Oh, Neil, not again.

What's he been saying now?

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

farm. To Convalesce.

I can take care of meself.

I don't need charity.

We've always 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 places.

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?

Come home with me.

Okay.

Come on.

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

for your children. Why don't you just go home? Go on.

Why the hell would I want to do that?

Look, I'm sick and tired of people treading on eggshells.

My wife's the invalid, not me, so please, just allow me to get on with my

work. But we are all very aware of your domestic predicament, Gordon.

We're only trying to help.

I know.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

It's just been a wretched day.

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 suppose they wouldn't.

But how can I... when I still 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 result of the EEG,

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

Epilepsy can strike at any time of life.

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

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

You mean he couldn't go to sea?

Only as a passenger.

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

on going.

Don't stop when you get perceived.

I'll tell you something, though.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd say this, but thank you for what you

did.

You've taken those pills, Mr Greengrass?

I'll work till I rattle to our 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

at 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.

May I come in?

Have you seen Dr. Omer?

If he's dead, look, he'll have gone home.

Night, Doctor. Night.

Here we go, Uncle Ken.

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

Minus, uh, my hands.

You're not close.

Hey, what about me? It was me who did all the painting.

Yeah, and it was me who got all the plaque in the middle of it. Hey, as

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

What's wrong?

My phone's in my mouth.

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

We've an emergency up at the hospital.

And if we're not there, it'll go to pot, you know.

Well, to get cooked, let's see salt and vinegar on them chips.

Well, we'll do.

We'll do. Cheers, Uncle Ken. See you.

Leaving, gentlemen.

Welcome to Hopkirk's Fisheries.

You know when you put this bud in the washing machine, you just think they

change the water. No. No, that's why the chips taste like salt and I'll get in

the van.

Well, let's hope the worst thing he remembers is a bad dream.

But I was standing there with him on my own. Came round for a few seconds.

Started screaming something about electricity.

Please don't make me go in there. Please don't make me go in there.

Would there be any point in asking why there's a dog in reception?

It's because of the snake.