02x01 - All at Sea

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I need someone in my life, I need a girl
to hold tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

Well, 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 favorite cup.

And I know, yeah, I know.

Morning, Dr. Onewood.

Dr. Wetherill took your patients.

Thank you.

Oh, pretty lightly, really.

Uh, mostly repeat prescriptions.

Oh, and Mrs. Evans leaves blood pressures
on the upper game, too.

Right, thanks.

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

I taught 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?

Have you changed?

Oh, 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 waterhouse.

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

Oh, well, they're lucky if I can crawl the
way 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?

I'd say I shan'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 next on this afternoon,

Mr. Greengrass.

A foreign prayer has been directed to our
lady.

We should have got her home to go 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 sheets.

This will not do.

I will investigate, sister.

Can I take you out tonight?

New Albert Vinny's on in town.

Um, 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.

May I stay on my next patient,
please, if it's not too much trouble?

It's just dinner and a chat.

I'll book rest around in-appity.

Oh, for old time's sake!

What's the point?

Why am I still waiting for my hemorrhoids
first?

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. Middlewich, 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.

She said it just blew up in the middle of
the wash.

I think the motor's burned.

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 part in stock, Mr.

Middlewich.

Please see to it, Ken.

Immediately.

This hospital cannot function without
clean laundry.

Right away, Matron.

The telephone comes in bright.

She's having these terrible stomach pains.

Right, let's pop into this chair,
shall we?

It's, uh, Mrs. Peterson, is it?

Oh, that's right.

Hello, I'm Dr. Middlewich.

Can you tell me what's been happening?

Uh, he was playing the recessional in
assembly when she just k*lled her...

Stop, p*ssy, Charles.

There's nothing much the matter with me.

Right, well,
we'll have a quick look, and then

we'll see if we find out
what's wrong with her.

Could you, uh, could you wait outside for
me, do you think?

It's all right.

We're engaged.

Please, Charles.

The waiting room's just there.

I've had a work 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, uh, she has no idea if it's me
holding her hand or one of the nurses.

How ghastly for you.

What do the doctors say?

Well, all we can do is wait.

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

So, thank you for your offer, Mr.
Middlewich, but for the moment,

it's business as usual.

Right, you put me legs down for me.

How long have you been bleeding?

Goodly days.

Much pain?

Yeah.

And the days 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, not 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 we don't
have this clear down there.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Well, if we don't perform it,
then there's a very real chance

of infection or haemorrhaging,
so you just try and relax.

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

Can you finish that off for me?

Well, well, well.

Great grass.

I thought you were dead.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

What are you doing in here?

Oh, just a social call.

That's my mate Derek over there.

But I thought,
seeing as you were stuck in here,

you might appreciate
a bit of light reading.

I've referred a bunch of greats.

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

Any person cognizant with the
whereabouts of Lord Jeremiah

Greengrass,
formerly a resident in Aidensfield, please.

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

I'll bet it's not mine.

Dr. Omeron around?

On his ward rounds.

Right, sir.

He's kind of urgent.

I'll put his lights up.

I see that worried look upon your face.

You've got your troubles.

I tell you.

Thank God.

He's never found you here.

It's an emergency.

She's found somebody else.

She's packed in.

You've got your troubles.

This case was discovered
in the wreckage of

the bus,
close to where your wife was found.

Do you recognise it, Dr. Omeron?

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.

Patron, Coast Guard rank wanting a doctor.

Lifeboat standing by, there's been an
accident.

Trawler off Fossey Bank.

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

And Dr. Omeron's still in his room with PC
Bellamy.

Thank you, Lizzie.

We couldn't possibly ask Dr. Omeron
anyway.

He's got far too much to think about.

Dr. Wetherill?

With a patient.

She's waiting for Dr. Omeron to
anesthetise.

Then it will have to be Dr. Cheriton.

Mr. Rowe 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.

Well, 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.

Well, I'm sure there's a logical
explanation.

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

She left nothing at the home.

No notes, no... Just nothing.

Packed in this morning.

It's only fit for the museum piece.

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

I can't afford to do everything at once.

New range cost an arm and a leg.

I tell you lad,
you remember what your old granddad

used to say on the
subject of false economy.

I'll have to go and pick up a new one.

It's the fish I'm worried about.

I'll go on my way to Prime Con,
fill it on its way.

It won't last five minutes out of the
fridge.

No, you've got a problem, lad.

Problem?

Problem?

I've got the grand opening tonight.

I've got the newspaper coming.

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

Well, it's going to cost you.

Would you like to see your fiance before
the operation?

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

What if you don't want me to, no?

Here'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 a tolerable 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 gynecological investigation,
so...

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 have been on the
telephone.

S.O.S.

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'll 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.

But I didn't think that was allowed.

Oh, 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, I'll screw
around.

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 judgement.

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.

Notes change, does it?

Look funny in here.

Aye, well, Alan left the lid off a tin of
paint.

What about my fish?

Don't want paint tapes in my fish.

Hey, what about my van?

I'll have every man hit on you for miles
following me for months.

I'll leave this in.

Get this thing sorted out tonight,
you know, I can only publish the once.

Cheers, Uncle Ken.

It's nothing much, I promise.

But what is it exactly?

What's wrong?

It's 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 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.

Unless at lifeboat I imagine something
more substantial.

Deal with it.

It stinks tight, doesn't it?

We're going with Marjorie PDQ.

It's 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.

Gordon.

You're listening to me?

Sorry.

I said, what's the police constable want?

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,
Ness.

Can you clear the main theater,
please?

She's had a backstreet ab*rtion.

Whoever's responsible has left her in a
terrible mess.

Just as well you're going back to London.

You can't do yourself to survive up 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 take 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 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 exactly

why you were up before the bench five
years ago.

That's not fair, Sergeant Blaketon.

The choice is yours.

Where's Klaus?

He's begun again!

I thought we'd be winced to board or
something.

You've got to get your timing right and
step over as they're pulling apart.

All right.

Get your own way round as they're coming
together and you're strongly jammed.

Right.

Well, hand over the other and don't look
down.

All right.

You want the last to go first.

After you, Doctor.

Eve!

I can't hear you, I'm afraid.

She's in a sedation.

Why?

Where are you taking her?

We're taking her to the theatre.

Her condition's deteriorated.

She's in need of a surgeon.

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.

Doctor, my outpatient's clinic is
finished.

I thought I'd hang around and observe you
in action.

Understand?

What's his name?

David.

He's our dad.

David?

David, can you hear me?

David?

Did you see what happened?

No.

Must have fell down from deck.

Adam here found him.

We're gonna move him to the galley.

We started to have a fit, so we thought,
let's 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 he was.

He's not as quick on his feet.

Pause is 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 good.

He'd rather die than handle the business
of it.

He's too much for him at his age.

What's up with him, Doctor?

Extensive bruising to the face,
probably from when he fell.

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

Thanks.

More lying reflexes.

You say he's fitting?

Yeah.

Looked bad.

That's why we call the course guard.

Has he ever had fits before?

Normally, timber.

Let's get him stabilised.

Neck collar, please, madam.

Hey, it's the skin you're supposed to be
peeling.

There's half a spud on that one.

Do it yourself if you don't think it's
good enough.

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.

It won't all fit in that.

Hang on, what's in that?

Just chucked a load of sheets in.

She'll come 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?

Bang, you don't winch you earlier.

It's an out.

Well, let me take a look.

There's no need.

Thanks, doctor.

Don't be so soft.

Let him see you.

Move that for me.

Well, I have to X-ray,
but it looks like a classic

fracture of the second
and third metacarpals.

How did you do it again?

I was out wrong with you this morning when
we were letting down my neck.

I 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.

It was right as rain.

You tried to k*ll our dad.

You tried to m*rder him.

You've got more reason to want to 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.

Well, he's tried to m*rder the old man.

We should call the police.

Don't listen to him, Doctor.

He's lying.

You're 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 and won't
stumble 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.

Well, I didn't decide to do him in so I
could get the insurance money instead.

Doctor Teryton's come out here to try and
save your father's life.

Have some respect, for God's sake.

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?

Who are you looking for?

I promise you,

Doctor, I did hit him.

I didn't shove him down, laddie.

You should save your explanations for the
police.

Keep still, will you?

All I know is, when my dad headed to that
laddie, he was walking alright.

A bit funny down his face, like.

In what way?

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 deck.

God's honest truth.

When I left him, he were fine.

Excellent job, Doctor.

Excellent.

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

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

As well he should be.

Yes, he's got her into.

She had some complications from an ill*gal
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.

I knew they'd see sense when confronted
with my natural air of authority.

My secret weapons staff nurse Taylor.

I'd like to be a police and turn and sell
that one out.

You have a duty to inform the authorities.

And I have a duty towards my patient.

Whoever did that to her, she'll be strung
up.

Well, that's if she'll reveal who she went
to.

All more reason to go to the loin.

With the fear of God in 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
ill*gal ab*rtion?

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

Claude Greengrass?

Not necessarily.

Who repents who wants to know?

My name's Brenda.

Oh, 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. Weatherill.

She won't tell me anything.

I beg you for the love of God.

Please tell me.

Has Egan...

Was she expecting a baby?

It's best you speak to the doctor.

Ma'am passed over last Christmas.

Did you?

Sorry to hear that.

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

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 Ma'am
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 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 Claude
here, Brenda?

Going through her things,
I found an old newspaper

put him from years ago
when he were up in court.

I put two and two together.

I guessed he were my dad.

Thanks to you, I found him.

You're not angry with me, are you?

Don't be daft.

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
Eve, OK?

But don't you think I have a right to
know?

I really can't comment.

I'm sorry.

I might have known you were in close
ranks.

I can assure you that any doctor would
have done the same.

All right?

Now if you'll excuse me.

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

Do 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.

It's unoccupied at the moment,
isn't it?

Maybe that drain's blocked again.

Well, no, no, Mr. Winlish, no,
no, no.

It won't be the drain.

I'll check 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.

Ninety-one.

Ninety-two.

Don't you want to offer some of the
mockery tea, then, Mr. Middle-Ditch?

I'm not deaf, Ken.

No, I know you're not deaf, Mr.
Middle-Ditch.

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

Yes, well, we are doing our best,
Mr. Middle-Ditch.

I issued 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 as a last resort.

So... so we'll never have children?

I'm very sorry.

No, don't!

I suppose... I suppose you think that it
serves me right?

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

I just... I... 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 that I've ever wanted is to be
married.

To have children.

Now, what's left for me?

How am I... 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.

You can never know.

No, you can never know.

You 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 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-sits that 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, nurse.

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.

I knew it would be 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 was 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?

It'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.

No where to live.

I'm not exactly your fairytale 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. Breakdown, but it was

a fool to think you'd
give a damn about me.

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. Breakdown.

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.

Something doesn't quite fit.

He was far too distressed for someone who
cold bloodedly attempted m*rder.

As if you'd know.

Anyway, one of them has to be lying
through his teeth.

Well, you have to admit it.

I wouldn't get that sort of experience in
London.

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

Just adds to 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?

No.

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.

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 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...

No, please don't go, please!

I'm so sorry.

Come along.

Come along.

Don't upset yourself.

Shh.

Come along.

Hiya.

That looks nasty.

What have you done?

Oh, some fisherman took exception to my
accident.

Took my mind off a seasickness,
then.

You've been out at sea?

On a life boat, no less.

No one told me?

Well, Mr Middleton seemed to think...

...with all you had on at the moment.

Did he?

Did he now?

Oh, no, not again.

What's he been saying now?

Nothing.

Wait.

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.

Bobo's got a 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 lurchers, tend to take over at
place.

And the estate next to us, it runs games.

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 on, Dad?

Come on with me.

Come on.

I gave the message to Dr. Sheridan...

...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.

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

We're only trying to help.

I know.

I'm sorry.

It's just 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.

The man has to have a certain
responsibility, too.

I would go and tell him.

But the news might just upset his wife.

I beg your pardon.

So 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 fiancé not only betrayed me...

and deceived me...

but also k*lled 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 that he just went.

We're waiting for the
results of the EEG,

but I'm fairly certain
that's what happened.

You've never had fits before.

Epilepsy can strike at any time in life.

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

You were ready to m*rder 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.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

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

Sorry.

My fault for getting in the way.

Right, let's get on.

Let Mum know what's happened.

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.

Right, don't... don't forget, Oscar,
then.

If you ever pass it by a red car... Here,
I'll keep on going.

Here, don't stop when you get to the sea.

I'll tell you something, Oscar.

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

Keep taking those pills, Mr Greengrass.

I'll walk till I rattle.

Till I ask this day.

All right, Brenda.

Do 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 k*lled you,
Eve.

If you tell the police, then...

you'll be preventing her from doing it to
anybody else.

All right.

I will.

Oh, uh...

He already knows.

He hates me for it.

He's left me.

I won't be seeing him again.

Excuse me.

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.

Go on, Eve.

May I come in?

Let's take the patient.

Have you seen Dr Onwood?

If his door's locked, he'll have gone
home.

Night, Doctor.

Night, Eve.

Here we go, old cook-hand.

Oh, lovely.

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

Minus, uh... my condition,
of course.

Hey, what about me?

It was me who did all the paintings.

Yeah, and it was me who got all the flak
from the middle.

Hey, as you'll be first customers, I've
got a couple of light hails out the back.

What's wrong?

My phone.

Here you go, old cook-hand.

Oh, thanks very much, sir.

Listen, we've got a dash.

We've, uh... We've an
emergency up at the hospital.

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

There.

Looks like I've put plenty of salt and
vinegar on them chips.

Well, will do.

Will do.

Cheers, Uncle Ken.

See you.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to hot Kirk's fisheries.

You only put the spuds in the washing
machine.

You just need to change the water.

No.

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

Good night.