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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.