16x11 - Dead Men Do Tell Tales

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory ♪

MUSIC: 'Woman' by Free

SCREAMS Stop thief!

Oh, thank God you're here, Nurse, he's in absolute agony.

If he was this bad last night you should have called me then.

We're not on the phone, you see, and I didn't want to leave him.

Right, Mr Greenway,

now where exactly does it hurt?

Just... Just here.

We need to get him into hospital right away.

It looks like an acute abdominal condition of some kind.

I'll use the phone at the pub.

Right.

KNOCKING

I can book funeral with you, yes?

Erm... Well, yeah, you can normally.

It's just Mr Scripps, is away this week. So we're...

But you have, erm...

How do you call it?

A Chapel of Rest here?

Ah, then there may not be a problem.

See, my father was a merchant sailor on a Swedish ship

who retired to live in England and...

And whose dying wish was to be buried at sea.

- Oh... - So I make all the arrangements.

Prepare him for burial, seal him in the coffin.

Only... ship is delayed and won't arrive until tomorrow.

So all we need is a chapel to keep him in tonight.

And funeral cars for tomorrow, of course.

Oh.

Oh, well, yeah, that shouldn't be a problem then.

Erm, can I have your name?

My name is Larson. From Stockholm.

You know, in Sweden.

What's up?

Have you lost something?

My Land Rover.

MUSIC: 'Cat's Squirrel' by Jethro Tull

- Take it easy, Ricky. - Hark at our Wally.

Rather be in the park on your pushbike, would you?

Give over. I'm just thinking about what happened last time, that's all.

Don't give me that. You used to be game for owt, you.

I'm not game for t'police coming to my house again.

My mum went batty last time.

That old bird's got you in the palm of her hand.

You gonna live your life by her rules?

We're not all like you, Ricky.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're in safe hands, Wal. You just need to hold on tight.

You must know that book off by heart by now, Geoff.

I do.

It's just that my mind goes a complete blank

when the driving examiner starts asking me questions.

Anyway, tea?

ROB: I'd love one.

Phil?

Er, wouldn't mind a water.

- Water? - Yeah, water, you know.

Comes out of the tap. Oh, it doesn't matter. I'll get it myself.

PHONE RINGS Sarky.

Ashfordly Police.

Carol. Oh.

Oh, I'll be right over.

Forget the tea, Geoff. Carol Cassidy's had her Land Rover nicked

outside the Aidensfield Arms.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

PEGGY: David...

You haven't charged this Swede much for the funeral tomorrow.

Yeah, well, he only wanted a Chapel Of Rest for the night

and couple of cars for tomorrow.

Anyway, we've got no-one booked in this week.

Well, they don't normally book, do they, David?

I'm feeling a bit peaky today,

so can I have Thursday in case I pop my clogs (?)

No, we have to be prepared.

Well, we are prepared. For this Swede.

'Ey up. That'll be the vet.

- How d'you know that? - Cos of the way she broke

the land-speed record into that garage.

- One car for a service. - Oh, right.

And, er, you've got a smudge on your nose.

If I had a problem with things like that

I'd have found a job in a flower shop.

Where would you like to go tonight?

I don't know. Surprise me.

A new place opened on Strensford Road. We can try there.

I said surprise me. But nothing too fancy, mind.

I think it's French. Does that count?

Depends. But I think I can feel a frock coming on.

I'll give you a ring when these are done later.

So you left your Land Rover unlocked?

Look, one of the people I visit was in agony

with what looked like acute appendicitis.

I was desperate to call an ambulance.

I know I should have locked it, of course I should.

And I'm afraid there's something else as well.

Oh?

I left my medical bag in there.

Ah.

Were there any dr*gs inside it?

Oh, yeah.

Anything dangerous?

Dangerous enough in the wrong hands.

I've made a list.

Did either of you two see anyone

acting suspiciously outside this morning?

I certainly didn't.

Well, a bunch of kids were hanging around for most of it.

Hey, this is a medical bag.

Let's see.

Why are we stopping?

Cos that sounds much more interesting than driving around.

And you left the bag unattended

in an unlocked vehicle?

Yes.

- I shall have to report it. - I realise that.

Walker, get Younger to help you circulate

a description of the vehicle. Its make and number.

Sarge.

Any chance of a lift up to the hospital?

I really do need to see my patient.

I'll get Bellamy to run you up there.

Thanks.

PHIL: Carol, can I ask you something?

Course you can.

Are heart conditions hereditary?

Some are, some aren't.

But that doesn't mean that everybody whose parent had one

is gonna end up with one themselves.

- Why do you ask? - Oh, no reason.

Just something I'm working on at the moment, that's all.

Mrs Greenway, what did the doctor say?

You were right, love, appendicitis.

They've taken him straight through for an operation.

Thank goodness we got him in when we did.

The doctor said that. Said we were lucky it hadn't ruptured.

He is going to be all right, isn't he?

He's in good hands.

- And are you all right, Nurse? - Me?

It's just that you seem a bit strained yourself.

I'm fine.

Shouldn't we just hand it in?

What, and get done for nicking that car?

Yeah, that'd be dead bright, that (!)

Well, leave it somewhere. Police'll find it then.

Wally, in case you hadn't noticed, yeah,

some of these bottles have got dr*gs in 'em.

RICKY: And dr*gs can be sold.

You don't know any drug dealers.

- RICKY: How do you know? - Cos this is serious.

You've changed your tune a bit, haven't you?

I'm not getting involved in dr*gs, Ricky.

Fine.

Oh, hello, Wally.

- You off? - Yeah. See you.

Bye.

You know, I've heard about this stuff.

Gives you a real buzz, they reckon. Wouldn't mind trying some myself.

- You wouldn't! - Wouldn't I?

MUM: Lemonade and biscuits, up there?

We're just off out actually, Mum.

Right, let's get this bag hidden in the shed before she finds it.

She's always rooting through my things.

Ah, we've found your car.

The kids who took it dumped it in a field.

- And my bag? - No sign of that, I'm afraid.

It's very good of you to fit us in at such short notice.

Well, that's what we're here for, isn't it?

Now is there anything else we can help you with?

Scripps Funeral Services do very reasonable rates.

No, no. Is all prepared.

- No need to bother you. - It's no bother, you know.

We can also arrange horse-drawn carriages.

Thank you, no.

I will pay you now, OK?

Oh. Good.

Will you take cash?

We certainly will.

Alf.

Can I ask you a favour?

Of course you can.

I'm having real problems with my reverse turn.

I just cannot get the hang of it.

So, I was wondering if you'd come out with me?

See where I'm going wrong.

Well, I suppose I can.

It's a pass/fail thing, you know.

I muck it up on the test, that's it.

MILLER: Bellamy!

We've had a complaint about you this morning.

Oh?

From a lady who had her bag stolen

and reckons you did nothing about it.

That's not true, Sarge, I did go after him.

So what happened?

He was quicker than me.

Something on your mind, is there?

No.

Only we've not been our usual sunny self

these last few days, have we?

Well, if I haven't, Sarge, I can't think why.

Look, erm... I know it's short notice, Sarge.

But I don't suppose I could take a day's leave tomorrow, could I?

Some sort of problem, is there?

Some family business that I need to attend to.

Rather urgent.

OK.

Thank you, Sarge.

And you're sure that's one of your bottles?

Yeah, it's mine. Can you believe I could do anything so stupid,

leave my bag just lying around in an unlocked car like that?

You did save that man's life, Carol.

Anyway, we know the boy's name, it's Ricky Smith.

I'd better get over there. Break the news to the lad's family.

- Mrs Smith? - Yes.

PC Walker. I'm afraid Ricky's been involved in a road accident.

- Is he hurt? - He's unconscious

and under observation in the hospital at the moment.

but according to the doctors he's not in any immediate danger.

I'll go straight away.

However, there is a complication.

It seems he may have been taking dr*gs.

What?

Ricky's never taken dr*gs in his life.

The District Nurse left her car unlocked this morning

in Aidensfield. Briefly.

And it was stolen by three teenage boys.

We've reason to believe that Ricky was one of those boys.

Her medical bag, containing Pethidine,

left in the car, also went missing.

A bottle of Pethidine was found at the scene of Ricky's accident.

And it definitely came from the stolen bag.

Ricky Smith? I might have guessed.

It was only a matter of time before he stepped over the line.

- What do we do when he comes round? - Throw the book at him.

Well, we'll try.

You mean his mother'll stop us again.

Mrs Smith may be an upstanding member of the community

but she's shielded her son from trouble too many times.

She can't expect us to sweep this under the carpet.

And where does that leave Nurse Cassidy?

Well, I've reported the matter.

Under the circumstances she may be exonerated.

But there'll have to be an investigation.

And there's nothing neither you nor I can do about that.

GINA: You know if your face gets any longer somebody'll trip over it.

Sorry. It's been one of them days, you know?

You've been a bit down for a while, haven't you?

- Have I? - Yes, and you need cheering up.

So tomorrow night we're going out. I've got the night off.

OK.

Well, don't boil over with excitement then, will you?

- Sorry. It's like I said... - Yes.

Great.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to question him

as soon as he's fit enough.

About the dr*gs. And we'll need to take a look in his bedroom at home.

Well, you'll be wasting your time if you do.

Ricky's never touched dr*gs in his life.

Come on, Mrs Smith. We have to face facts.

What facts?

You've got no proof of anything.

I am a solicitor, you know.

This is all that District Nurse's fault.

- Nurse Cassidy's? - Of course.

You told me she left her car unlocked,

so whoever took it got hold of those dr*gs

and passed them on to others.

I intend making an official complaint.

I want her to pay for this.

Even if it costs her her job?

I hope it does.

My son's lying there unconscious

and Carol Cassidy's to blame.

Well, thanks for your patience, Mrs Smith.

I did warn you you'd be wasting your time.

- Does Ricky have any friends? - Yeah.

Could you give me a list of his closest ones, please?

There is something else, Mrs Smith.

- About Nurse Cassidy? - Yes.

I thought it might be.

The reason she left her vehicle unlocked was that she was desperate

to get to a telephone to call an ambulance.

She may have saved her patient's life.

But in doing so she put my son's life at risk, Constable.

But surely he did that when he made the decision to steal the car.

And take those pills.

Whether he did those things or not, my son is a child. A minor.

She's a responsible, professional adult.

Now, I'll make that list for you.

ROSIE: Lovely meal. Thank you.

- FERGUS: It was dreadful. - No, it wasn't.

ROSIE: All right, I could have done without that "rattatooley".

FERGUS: The fish soup tasted like Whitby docks.

I'll make it up to you.

Ooh. How?

I'll cook for us. Tomorrow night.

- You?! - Why not?

I'm pretty sure I can do a better job than Alphonse

or whatever his phoney name was tonight.

My place, eight o'clock, no arguing.

I wasn't arguing. Just questioning.

Oh, Rob, I'm just... sorting out a few things.

Not a problem. But there could be one with Mrs Smith.

Yeah. I know.

You know?

I had a call from the County Health Department.

Because she's complained, I've been suspended pending an investigation.

Did you bring any sandwiches?

Where the hell have you been, Tugger? And where's that ship?

So when will it get here?

Oh, terrific. The guvnor's gonna love you.

- I'm... afraid we have a problem. - Oh?

It seems ship is delayed in Copenhagen

and will not get here until tomorrow.

- Oh, dear. - So, if chapel is still available

we'd like to book it for another night

and have the funeral tomorrow.

- This will be convenient? - Well, I don't see why not.

We're hardly over-run with the recently deceased at the moment.

Of course, I must pay more.

I didn't like to mention it.

The same as before, yes?

That sounds fair.

You're a friend of Ricky Smith's, aren't you?

We hang around together sometimes, yeah.

Is he gonna be all right?

He's still pretty poorly actually.

Were you together yesterday

when Nurse Cassidy's Land Rover was stolen?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Look, if you were involved it'll take all of ten minutes

to take your fingerprints and prove it.

Now it's not the car we're worried about.

There was something inside, wasn't there?

Do you mean the bag of dr*gs?

I wanted nothing to do with that.

I told the others we should've handed it in.

But it wasn't handed in.

Ricky wanted to keep it.

He said the dr*gs might've been worth some money.

That's when I walked out.

You walked out?

I may have been bored, but I'm not stupid.

I didn't want to get mixed up with dr*gs.

I'm sorry about all of this.

I just want to do what's right.

So where is the bag now?

Ricky keeps stuff at the back of his garden shed sometimes.

We have a witness who named your son as the one who drove the car away

and who told us where to find this bag.

This changes nothing.

With respect, Mrs Smith, it changes everything.

I think you'd be most unwise to pursue your complaint

against Nurse Cassidy. If it should come to trial.

We'll see what the County Health Department has to say before that.

I suspect... PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Speaking.

Thank you. Yep. I'll come straightaway.

I have to go out now.

MUSIC: 'Help Me' by The Primitives

♪ You got to help me

♪ Can't do it all by myself

♪ You got to help me

♪ Can't do it all by myself

♪ You got to help me, baby

♪ Or I'll go find somebody else...

I think I begin to see the problem.

- Can you help me? - Oh, yes.

♪ My baby doll, you got to help me

♪ I can't do it all by myself

♪ You got to help me, baby

♪ Or I'll go find somebody else

♪ Oh, baby...

Now, it's quite simple, Geoff.

Keep that matchstick in line with the kerb when you make the turn

and when you've made the turn just look straight down the road.

- Have you got a light? - No. Sorry.

♪ When I walk you walk with me

♪ When I talk you talk for me

♪ Mm, you got to help me or I'll go find somebody else ♪

- How's that? - Spot on.

Well, everything else seems to be here.

Good, I'll let Sarge know.

Mrs Smith's still on the warpath, I'm afraid.

Have you spoken to Ricky?

No, he's still in the...

Why? Has he regained consciousness?

A friend called me a while back, they'd just rung his mother.

Didn't she mention it?

No. Funny, that (!)

I'd best get over to the hospital.

I'm so sorry, Mum.

Never mind that now.

Just listen to me.

It's very important that you don't say anything to anybody

about what happened.

Especially the police.

- Do you understand? - Yeah, but...

You're not to blame for any of this.

It's that stupid nurse putting temptation in your way.

She's the one in trouble, not you.

ROB: Hello again, Mrs Smith. Ricky.

You had us worried there for a bit.

I'm sorry.

Wally told us what happened.

About taking the Land Rover and the medical bag.

Is it all right if I have a word?

- With my son? - Yes.

You're well aware that you need a responsible adult present

and I'm not allowing it.

No. It's out of the question after what he's been through.

You're not local, are you?

No. Thank you.

I've just been visiting my gran at St. Hilda's.

- Oh, that's nice. - Not really.

She doesn't recognise me anymore.

Sorry. Me and my mouth. I only open it to change feet.

You weren't to know, were you?

The trouble is, there was something I really wanted to ask her.

See, my grandad d*ed when he was young, before I was born.

And, er... Look at me bothering you with this.

No, go on.

Well, I wanted to know whether or not he went the same way my dad did.

- Hi. - What do you want?

I'd like to explain the circumstances that led to

what happened yesterday.

Because I was dealing with an emergency situation...

Which became an emergency for us.

And I'd like you to ask your friend the police constable

to stop pursuing my son for something that's all your fault.

Mrs Smith, whatever Constable Walker does is his own decision.

Just as it was your son's decision to get into my Land Rover

and drive away while I was trying to get someone into hospital

as a matter of extreme urgency.

He, and you, have caused me a great deal of trouble

which quite frankly I don't deserve.

You deserve it because you were careless.

I happen to be a solicitor, and my son is a minor.

If this ever comes to court you're going to find out what trouble is.

FERGUS: Now... the magic ingredient.

So where did you learn to cook then?

From my dad. My mum d*ed when I was small,

so my earliest memories of my dad are him cooking.

Following in his footsteps, then?

In more ways than one. He's a vet too.

I would have joined his practice,

but it's not quite big enough to support both of us.

His loss, our gain.

So do you see much of him then?

Not enough.

He's, er, not been well.

- Glass of wine, madam? - Ooh, yes, please.

Well, well.

If it isn't you.

I'm really sorry.

I got delayed at my Gran's and just lost track of time.

I've been worried. You never said you were going over there.

It was a spur of the moment thing.

Alf said you took the day off. What's wrong, Phil?

Nothing. Look, I'm really sorry about being late.

I know how much you wanted to go out.

That's not the point.

Phil Bellamy, I know you well enough to know if something's wrong.

Why does something have to be wrong? I just... I just forgot.

I don't believe you.

Let's talk in the snug, eh?

ROSIE: This looks great.

FERGUS: It was the oven that did the cooking, not me.

Yeah, but you still have to know things like the right temperature

and when it's done, and stuff.

I always think it's best to follow your instincts, don't you?

Definitely.

What's wrong?

The sauce is getting cold.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Yes.

Which farm?

OK, Mr Oakeshott,

I'm on my way.

I am so sorry.

What's Mr Oakeshott's problem?

Cow in labour. This'll take all night.

Tell you what, I'll go over there, sh**t the cow,

tell him there was nothing to be done, back in half an hour.

You'll do no such thing.

Go on, he needs you there. But book tomorrow night off.

- Tomorrow? - Yeah. I'm cooking.

You're right.

It wasn't just about losing the track of time.

I had a few things on my mind I needed to sort out, you know.

Oh, yeah?

- And did you manage it? - Maybe.

I don't... I don't know.

I...

Gina.

I'm not sure about us.

What?

When did all this come on?

Last couple of days.

So you suddenly woke up one morning and decided you didn't want

to be with me after all.

Or is it something else altogether?

Like Debbie, maybe?

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

It's nothing to do with Debbie.

Then what is it to do with?

I've told you, I just...

I'm not sure I'm ready for this.

I need to know what's going on.

There's nothing going on.

Phil, you asked me to marry you once.

- Yes. - We were engaged.

- You gave up your job. - I know.

We changed our minds that time.

You... changed your mind.

Yeah, but we still got back together. We had a child.

I know. I was there through it all, remember?

We've got all this history together, Phil.

Why can't you tell me?

There's nothing to tell!

Gina, stop questioning me!

'Ey up, somebody having a party?

You could say that.

Ooh, can anybody come or is it one of them exclusive dos?

Ooh, very.

Oh, just the two of you, is it, then?

Yep. It's amazing how my family find urgent things to do

when I mention we're having a clean-up tonight.

Anyhow, mind the pumps for us, the garage is officially closed today.

Hey, what about Mr. Whatsit's car?

It'll have to wait.

Right, Mr Younger.

Would you please reverse into that road just behind us?

Aunt Peggy, there's something funny going on out here.

Can I show you something?

See. What do you think those are for?

Well, if it weren't a coffin

I'd say they were for breathing through.

Here.

Do down there.

Come on. Right.

And who the hell are you two, then?

They run the place. Question being, what we do with you?

What d'you mean, what do you do with us?

Well, I'll tell you.

You see, you finding out what's really going on here

is a bit of an embarrassment. And my friend here,

who's what you might call a pretty violent character,

would like nothing better than to wring both your necks.

But, if, on the other hand,

you and your lad here agree to keep your mouth shut...

no harm need come to anybody.

Hang on a minute. What's to say they won't grass on us anyway

once the ship's left?

Oh, no. Don't you worry.

We wouldn't dream of grassing on...

No, nothing to do with us.

Very wise. In that case,

let's just get ready for the normal preparations for a funeral.

- Right. - In fact I think

you'd like to slip on your more appropriate attire.

- Yeah. - Oh, er... Yeah.

Mrs Smith.

Sergeant Miller.

I've heard from my superiors.

In view of the extenuating circumstances,

the police do not intend to take further steps against Nurse Cassidy.

Oh, really?

She was making an emergency call

on behalf of a patient with a life-threatening condition.

I think that's a misguided decision.

The fact remains she is suspended from work

and risks losing her career because of your complaint.

You might like to consider withdrawing it.

No.

No, I won't.

Oh, there must be something we can do.

Like what? You heard what they said they'd do if we try anything.

What bothers me, David, is what happens if we don't.

Well, how d'you mean?

Well, obviously whoever the bloke in the coffin is

he's some sort of gangster who needs to get out of the country.

But what if it all goes wrong and he gets arrested

and it comes out that we've helped him?

We could be done ourselves for aiding and abetting.

Well, what can we do?

Well, we're going to need some help.

But there is one thing we might do.

As time's getting on, could we get the lid back on the coffin now?

MUSIC: 'There Is A Mountain' by Donovan

♪ Everybody, everybody

♪ First there is a mountain

♪ Then there is no mountain then there is

♪ First there is a mountain

♪ Then there is no mountain then there is... ♪

Oh, hello, Deefer.

No Peggy or David?

Eh? What's this?

- Oscar. - Yeah?

- It's for you. - For me?

Oh, Mrs Armstrong.

What's she into now?

Dad said you wanted to see me?

Thanks for coming round, Wally.

You know Nurse Cassidy, don't you?

Yeah, of course.

And you know you said you wanted to do what's right?

Yeah.

I think I need your help.

JAZZY FUNERAL MUSIC

MILLER: If this turns out to be a wild goose chase,

I'll strangle that woman personally.

PHIL: Well, Oscar seems to think that she's serious.

It won't be Oscar Blaketon

that the Whitby Police'll be laughing at though, will it?

POLICE WHISTLES

MAN IN COFFIN: Get me out of here!

Oh, really, constable, it's still too early for you to question my son

and I must ask you to stop badgering him like this.

Wally here wanted a word with his friend.

I presume you've no objection to that?

Go ahead.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm OK.

Listen, we've got to tell everyone exactly what happened.

That district nurse is in real trouble

and it's all after what we did.

Yes, well, I think we've heard enough.

I'm sorry, mate.

RICKY: You're sorry? What for?

I could have stopped you.

I could have tried harder to talk you out of it.

Then if you didn't listen, I could have told someone.

Now this stuff's happening, and it's all our fault.

It's not right what's happening to that Nurse, after what we did.

How dare you bring this child to plead your friend's cause?

- I will not allow my son... - RICKY: Mother!

Will you just stop it?

Wally's right, it's not the nurse's fault.

You stop right there, young man!

No! Just listen to me, for once!

I can't always be perfect. I did something wrong.

It's no use in blaming others, when I did what I did.

So why can't you just accept that?

How did you get on?

- Ta-dah! - Oh, congratulations!

Oh, thank you.

No problems with reverse turn then?

Went like a dream. So the drinks are on me down at the pub tonight.

Oh, righto.

Where's Phil? He'll want to come too.

He's had to join in the excitement over in Whitby.

Mind you, he's not exactly the life and soul of the party

at the present time.

Oh. I thought he seemed a bit off.

Funny that.

Oh, thank you.

Is there something wrong?

I'm going to have to cancel our dinner date, I'm afraid.

In fact, I have to go home.

- Right away. - Home?

To Birmingham, yes.

I've had a call about my father.

They think it's terminal.

And I'm the only one in a position to look after him.

How will you manage?

Well, I've been half-expecting it.

You poor thing.

So, when will you be back?

I don't know.

He... could go next week.

It could be months.

So, it could be ages?

But we can write.

And there's always the telephone.

Yeah, but it's not the same thing, is it?

I know.

I could come and visit.

And I will come back.

I just... don't know when.

We're forever in your debt, Oscar.

Yes, well, maybe next time you'll think twice.

Beware of Swedes bearing money for nowt.

DAVID: We were just trying to do a favour for Mr Scripps.

Bring a bit of extra cash.

All I can say is you're very lucky to have had Lassie here.

And that Gina persuaded me to make the call.

Hiya. What can I get you?

No, no. Let me get you one.

I've just had a call from the County Health Department.

Oh?

Mrs Smith's withdrawn her complaint against me.

Well, that's fantastic news.

Seems she talked it over with her son and reconsidered things.

They, er, sorted it out between themselves, then?

- Thanks, Rob. - Just doing my job.

You did a lot more than that. And we both know it.

Another vodka please, Oscar.

ROSIE: In fact, make it a large one.

I think you've had enough for one night, young lady.

That, Oscar, is for me to decide.

Not in this pub, it isn't.

Believe me, Rosie, drink's not the answer.

Mr Blaketon's right, Rosie.

Another vodka and you'll be legless.

Come on. I'll drive you home.

I haven't been a very good friend to you, have I, Geoff?

- It's all right. - No, no, I mean it.

I've ignored you, cos I've been wrapped up in my own affairs.

So what happened to your date tonight?

- Gone home. - Home?

Yeah. Back to Birmingham.

How come?

His dad's really poorly. Dying probably.

Fergus has to go back and look after him.

So when's he coming back?

I don't know...

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

For your sake, anyway.

You really mean that, don't you?

- Yeah. - You're a nice guy, Geoff.

A real sweetheart.

Thanks for driving me home.

Take care.

Is everything all right between you two?

Not really, no.

Do you want to talk about it?

I'd rather not.

Oh, come on, Gina. You can tell me.

What's happened?

That's the problem, Oscar.

That's what's worrying me. I don't know.

No-one seems to know.

You'd think after all the time we've spent together

he could talk to me. But he won't.

I see.

I'm sorry. I don't know what to say.

Well, you could say I told you so.

No. I wouldn't say that to you.

Oh, come on, cheer up. It's not the end of the world.

I'm sure it'll all... work out in the end.

I wish I could believe that, Oscar.