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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love chip stay in my memory?

getting up early.

Why do I have to go?

Because I need you to help me unload, David.

Unload what?

It's not fair if you don't tell me.

David, will you just stop whining?

Go back to sleep.

Alright then, I will.

Run!

Aidensfield Police.

David?

OK, OK. Calm down, David. Calm down.

Now, just tell me where you are.

Doctor, are you all right?

No. There's light in the old dog yet.

Right, we'll take him to the Royal.

Why not, actually?

Because I work at the Royal.

Definitely.

You all right? Right. I'll follow you.

Oh, it all happened so fast.

I heard a screech and then... What was it?

I don't know. I have my eyes closed.

And what's all this stuff?

I don't know.

Morning, Bernie.

Morning, Oscar.

Script garage.

What? Where?

I'll see.

Right, I'll be there.

Bernie?

What's wrong?

Vernon's had an accident.

Crashes? Yes, then whiplash and a blow on the head. Lots of punches and a spray

that can cut them. Right, let's get him into the picture, shall we?

I'm Mr. Brooks. I'm Ned Taylor. How are you feeling?

Where am I?

Still no sign of anyone from the council, Ventress. I take it you did

Yes, I did, sir.

Well, call them again.

Tell them the road is completely blocked and it's urgent to get the man down

here right away.

Because until we get this stuff analysed, we can't touch it.

Righty -o, Sarge. Will do.

And I'll send Phil out straight away.

Out. Is that Phil Worth?

Hang on.

It's Ashfordly Police here again. You know, there's still no sign of your

technical chaps.

Right.

It's out towards Elsenby on the North Hamilton Road. You best take the

signs with you. The road is blocked.

With what?

It's black sticky stuff, apparently.

Hello, Mr Scripps.

I didn't know we called you.

You didn't? The police did. It's about my brother.

The police?

Morning, Lizzie.

Dr Umrode, your wife rang.

What? But I only left the house 15 minutes ago.

It's about the shopping.

Shopping? Right.

Rotty down.

And this is Mr Scripps, the undertaker.

Did we lose someone during the night?

Nobody rang me. The police called him. The police?

That's what I said.

Um, I'm sorry, can we just start again?

Vernon. My brother had had an accident.

The police said they were taking him here.

Right. Well, in that case, he should be in casualty. Lizzie, could you just show

Mr Scripps through, please?

Right, dear.

The Royal.

Well, at least there's no sign of any internal injuries.

No, no.

That's putting him in the side ward, Ken. Right, hold up. Come on, Alan, flex

your muscles.

Don't worry, I'll take over. I'll run some more tests. Right, fine.

No visitors, nurse. He needs complete rest. Right, Doctor, I'll wait.

Alan Morris, am I pushing this thing on the arm? Pull in, Ken.

What rather if you want a tea break?

Bergen? Meryl, this is Mr Scrape. He's asking about the other Mr Scrape. Hi,

Miss Bergen. What happened?

He's got no serious injuries that we can find, but he's quite confused.

We're keeping him in because he might have a concussion.

Can I see him?

I'm sorry. The doctor says he needs complete rest.

I can't stop here.

Come on, lads.

I'm not the hospital type.

Hey, a room all to yourself. Very nice.

Reckon he must be some sort of VIP.

Or he's about to pop off.

What? Well, this is where they put people when they're about to pop the

it, Ken.

I don't think Mr. Spipps wants to know that, Alan.

Thank you, Alan. Mr. Hopkirk?

Look, nurse.

Sit, sir.

Sister, I hate hospitals.

I can't stand the smell of disinfectant. Lie down and stop being such a baby.

That's better. Now, my name is Sister Bridget, and I expect we'll get to know

each other quite well.

Complete bed rest. That's what the doctors ordered.

That means no getting out of bed, no visitors, and no nonsense.

That he came by and went away.

Blimey. What's that stuff running out of it?

I should have to think.

That's as if my dear brother's got something to do with it.

How is he?

Very poorly. He's not even allowed visitors.

I've checked the number plate, Sarge. It's their fault.

David, are you quite sure you don't know where this stuff is?

I promise you, I don't know.

I hope you're telling the truth.

Bradley, get over to the Royal and talk to Dallin Scripps.

I know where he got that tanker and what it was carrying.

What did he go with, please?

Why, Jet, we don't know.

You are?

Mantle, waterboard. Look here.

This stops going in the river.

And the river ends up at my words.

In there?

Yeah, that's right. So what's he done then? Been a naughty boy?

Yes? Ah, sister, I was just wondering if I could have a quick word with Mr

Scripps. Certainly not. Just two minutes.

One minute.

Please, it's rather vital.

I just need to know what's in the tanker.

Vernon, can you hear me?

The tanker, Vernon.

Constable.

The one you crashed.

What crash?

Well, Tanka, what's he talking about?

He may have lost his memory. The doctors are looking into it.

So this stuff has actually gone into the river?

Yeah, the man from the waterworks went mad. Mr Mansell goes mad about

everything. Yeah, but I suppose he's got a point this time.

No -one's got a clue what it is. Dennis thinks it could even be toxic.

Has this got something to do with that diversion up the road?

Well, there was a tanker overturned up there. Whatever was in it is seeping

the river.

Oh, trust me, Anna.

Run the water.

Do what, Bernie?

Go on.

Fill the glass up.

It's all right to me.

Well, obviously, it's a spin complaint. That's why I have to get it tested.

Good. Sooner the better.

I'll follow Mr. Art right straight away.

I should tell him about that accident up the road.

No doubt that'll be the cause, isn't it?

I can't wait for the man from my council to give us an answer.

We're going to have to see if it grips again. Yeah, but he's lost his memory.

Well, let's hope he finds it again quick.

Sir, our crisis. We'll have to drain the system out completely.

What? We need you to put out an urgent public warning. No one is to use the

water.

Please do not drink the tap water.

Please.

Do not drink the tap water.

There will be a tanker shortly parking up outside the end of the stand around

for drinking water.

Come over here.

You're making me feel sick, Alf.

Can we not swap?

What's up with it? Is it poisonous?

Oh, don't ask.

We're just the messengers.

What are we going to do, Alf? I've got a pub to run.

Oh, he's got three villages to cover.

What's up with him?

He thinks he's going to throw up.

You didn't drink the water, did you?

Of course I did.

It was before I knew.

No, no, not really.

I don't feel terrible.

If you'd like to take a seat, Mr. Danby.

Oh. We're here to see Mr.

Scripps. Mr... I came earlier, but we need another word. It's all right, I

the way. Yeah, but wait a minute, because somewhere... Come on, Bradley.

No, hang on a minute. I know it's here.

Dr. Weatherill left me a note about Mr. Scripps. Here it is.

I thought so. I'm afraid you can't see him. Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have

to. Not without doctor's permission.

OK, if you just wait, I'll call her.

We haven't got time for this.

Don't hear us.

I'm really sorry, but you can't. Look, this is police business.

I think we should wait for the doctor, Sarge. What's going on? Oh, thank

goodness. I don't know what to do. Doctor says he mustn't, but he's

He wants to see Mr Scripps.

But you've already seen him. It's an ongoing investigation.

One quick word I told this officer earlier, and you've already had that.

afraid I can't allow my patient to be disturbed yet again.

Look, nurse.

Sister. Sister, you're being very unreasonable.

I'm merely doing my job. And I'm trying to do mine, with precious little

cooperation. I'll call Dr. Wetherill. Until the doctor arrives, I'm afraid

you'll just have to wait, patiently.

I'm not putting up with this.

You call, Lizzie? Yeah, because he's insisting on seeing Mr Scripps. Yes, all

right, Lizzie, thank you.

Well, you'll be wasting your time seeing Mr Scripps, I'm afraid. He has what we

call retrograde amnesia. I don't care what you call it. I must speak with

Scripps. Which means that he can't remember any of the events surrounding

crash, and it's most likely that he never will, so... If you'd very kindly

leave.

Patients with head injuries need very careful handling.

Thank you so much for your cooperation.

I'm very sorry, sister.

Mr. Danby, try to come through.

There's no good people going on and on, Mr. Bradley, because I can't remember

what I never knew.

I've got to fill up with all this. I mean, all this water business and people

thinking it's my fault.

Nobody's thinking it's your fault, David. Well, they do. They just keep

and asking, and it's not fair.

I mean, I was in that accident. Nobody cares how I feel. Oh, come on.

It's true.

I'm not feeling very well, so I'm going to the doctor's. Just leave me alone.

I'm all right, Chief.

I'm all right, Chief. Call it, lad, if you don't know the rules of the game.

Sorry to interrupt, Lance, but... I need to know where I am.

The Royal Elsinby.

You had a knock on the head.

So, when did you get this sore throat?

Today, Doctor.

I drank loads of that water.

Hey, I'm going to be really ill. Oh, no, head up.

Say, ah.

Ah.

I first felt dizzy about dinner time. I thought I was going to pass out, Jenny.

It's getting worse and worse.

All right, Bernie, I'll add you to the list, but it might be a wait.

Yes, Phil.

I don't feel too well.

Thanks, Doctor.

Just a minute.

I don't think we're going to be able to cope. There are people coming in all the

time.

Oh, right.

I'll send some of them up to the Royal.

It's like the Maori Celeste.

Look, why don't you go and see Dr. Alway?

No. I think he can just about be spared.

I'll be OK.

What about you? Are you all right?

Take more than Vernon's scripts to make me ill.

You'll be like getting my hands on him.

He's got a lot to answer for.

I don't believe it. We've got a customer.

Where is everyone?

Well, you should know, David.

By the look of it, you've just been there yourself.

What can I get you?

Oh, the doctor said a hot lemon might help.

Mate, that too, Gina.

It's like an epidemic.

People ill all over the village.

Well, not just people, Bernie, animals too.

The vets run off his feet.

So I think it's about time you came clean, David.

We won't be angry with you.

You know, we know it's not your fault.

I'm full of belief.

It's all right, David, lad. He's had a tough day.

Have you been down to the river?

Beg your pardon?

Dead fish in the river.

Hundreds of them.

Just seen them floating on the surface.

When's all this going to end?

I'm going home.

Excuse me.

Nurse.

Go on.

Ah, James.

Look, I finished at Aiden's Field for the time being. I was wondering whether

you needed a hat. No, no, no, no, we're managing.

Mind you, it's been pretty hectic. How many of you think there's a problem?

Uh, 60.

60? All of them have drunk the water.

All sharing the same symptoms.

Diarrhoea, vomiting, blisters in the mouth and throat, headache, skin rashes

dizzy spells. Any admissions?

Yes, three.

Two small children with constant vomiting and one poor old chap with an

ulcerated throat. How's it going?

Busy.

Look, it would really be a great help if we knew what we were dealing with. Any

news on that?

I'm afraid we won't get the test results from the spillage till tomorrow

morning. I see.

Well, let's just make sure that we do.

Of course we don't know what it is.

We are merely taking sensible precautions to protect the public while

for some kind person to tell us what was in that tanker. All right, Mr. Arkroyd.

I'm sure we've all got the public safety in mind. So all that you can tell us so

far is that the pH is off the scale, is that it? Yes.

My estimate is pH 3, sir.

What does that mean?

Well, the water's extremely acid. Which is why we've said from the start that no

one is to use it. Now, I'm sorry, there's nothing else I can tell you at

moment. How does a system here work, then?

The water comes from the reservoir, which is fed by the river.

It's then purified and stored here, and then it goes off to the three villages.

What chemicals do you use to purify the water?

Lime, aluminium sulphate.

What's that got to do with anything?

Exactly. This crisis has nothing to do with what we do here.

It's to do with that tanker. And when I find out who it belongs to, I shall be

taking leave.

Nurse, have you seen Mr. Scripps?

No. Sorry, sister.

My game.

Never, you'll believe it. Just because you don't like Lucy and I don't like

Kitty.

What's going on?

We found him wandering around, sister.

He needed to sit down for a minute.

Alan. Take Mr. Scripps back to his room, please. Right.

Thank you, sister.

And what are these?

The river water upstream is clear.

What? Clear, Mansell. Nothing showing on the tests.

But that means it can't be the spillage from the tanker.

Precisely.

If the river's okay, then whatever's got into the water must have got in here.

Yes.

But that's impossible.

Where do you keep your chemicals?

What's the matter?

Both two were full.

What is it?

Aluminium sulphate? They were full barrels.

Are you sure?

Well, are you or aren't you?

Now, listen to this.

Aluminium sulphate in a strong solution will react with copper and turn the

water blue. You've got copper pipes at the pub.

Yes.

So you think the mistake was made with this aluminium sulphate?

Well, it looks like it.

The water is overdosed with this stuff.

The acidity went sky high, the taste went berserk, and the copper reacted. It

all fits.

So it's got nothing to do with Vernon's crash?

No, no. I telephoned the lab myself.

The water going into the reservoir is clear.

So the mistake must have been made at the work itself.

Hmm.

Maybe Mansell knows more about this than he's letting on.

No, this isn't the...

Everything

all right?

It was helpful if we knew what was going on.

Well, how do you mean?

Well, according to Jenny, they think Vernon had nothing to do with it.

What do you mean?

Well, the doctor always thinks it's something to do with the waterworks.

No. Putting too much of one chemical into the water. Well, that's what he

thinks, anyway.

Yeah, well, it wouldn't surprise me.

Oh?

Well, I used to work there, didn't I?

An accident waiting to happen, that Mansell.

Utterly incompetent. He ought to have been sacked ages ago.

I found out my chicken's dead this morning after drinking that water.

Do you think I could claim compensation off it?

Does that mean it's not my fault, then?

Never was, was it?

Or Mr Vernon's? No, nothing to do with either of you, right?

Well, what all that phone call was about, then?

Phone call?

Well, what I talked about with that man. David, will you stop rabbiting on? I

feel wretched.

You're going to have to manage on your own this afternoon, I'm afraid.

What, me?

Yeah, I'm going back to bed.

Well, Doctor said I needed a day off.

Well, well, oh, I don't suppose it matters. Nobody's going anywhere.

What all that phone call was about, then? David, I can't cope with your

problems, not with these dizzy spells.

Did you like a bucket?

Shut up.

Right. That was Councillor Blaketon on the phone, trying to find out if we have

the test results from a waterboard jet. We'd better chase up Arkwright, see when

he expects them. Right. What about the other results, Sarge? You know, from the

council about the stuff in the tanker. When do we get those?

Any time now.

Meanwhile, Bellamy, if you could go and see David Stockwell again. I can't. I

beg your pardon?

He can't leave the station.

Not the way he's feeling.

Oh, very well.

Bradley?

You better see David Stockholson as you finish up the waterboard. Right, sir.

Excuse me.

It's all settled down, Phil.

It's gastric, you see.

All right, Ventress, I get the general idea.

Have you traced that tanker yet?

Not yet, no.

Well, get on with it.

I want Vernon Scripps prosecuted for whatever it was he was up to, which most

certainly wasn't legal.

Ashfordly Police.

Oh, hello, Mr Middleditch.

Hang on.

Sarge, it's the hospital secretary from the Royal.

I'd like to have a word. I'll take it in my office.

So, you see, I'm pretty sure that the culprit is aluminium sulfate. Yes, well,

as soon as we get confirmation from our chemist... I don't think we need

confirmation, Mr. Arkwright. It's all here in black and white.

What we in the village want to know is how did it happen, who was responsible,

and will it happen again? It's all in hand, I assure you.

My superiors have taken a decision this morning. From now on, Mr. Mansell is

suspended from further duties.

What? Until we know what happened, and in view of the strength of public

opinion.

Come in, come in, come in, come in, come in.

Very good of you to spare the time.

Please.

Thank you.

Now then, um... Well, it's a bit awkward.

What it is, is a complaint.

I see.

About one of your officers.

Right. A disgraceful fracas in a hospital reception, is how it was

Right. Of course, it may not have been anybody from your station at all.

Except that Sister Bridget tells me that officers from Ashfordly have come in to

see Mr.

Scripps on several occasions.

Yes. Unfortunately, though, she can't remember what any of them looked like.

So I can't help you with an identification.

The thing is, Mr. Midlitch... No, please, please, please.

We don't want to take this any further.

Just so long as I can tell the complainant that you have been informed.

Right.

And that it won't occur again.

It won't.

Mr. Mansell, I was wondering if you had any news on the water test yet.

Don't ask me.

I don't work here anymore.

I'm sorry?

I've been suspended.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Not as sorry as I am.

33 years I've worked here.

33 years with an unblemished record.

It's my whole life.

And now to be told to go, just like that.

That must be very hard.

I've done nothing wrong.

All right, there is something up with the water, obviously, but I didn't do

I know the job inside out, Constable. I would never make a mistake like that.

The water is perfectly clean now.

You've had the test results.

Which one?

We've had a number of tests on, you know.

Mr. Mansell said a mistake was made.

Mansell doesn't work here anymore.

All the same, yesterday there was a problem with the water, and there are

suggestions that the problem originated here. Yes, with Mansell.

Initial tests show that there were high levels of aluminium sulphate in the

purification tank. This is no longer the case.

Munsell made a mistake.

Poor old Munsell.

Can't help feeling sorry for him.

Well, I don't.

No, but Phil, I mean, he's been a stickler for doing things exactly right,

the book.

Well, conscientious time, you mean? Oh, good Lord, yes, to a fault.

I mean, for a man like him to have made a huge mistake like he did yesterday, it

must be terrible.

Ah, Sarge, a bit of good news.

I've traced the tanker.

Good.

Yes, sir, according to division, it was stolen from a firm in Hull three days

ago. Smaith, Waite and Bell, highway engineers.

They're certainly a bit peeved about it. Really?

Still in a bad mood, then?

Had his tail tweaked by HQ.

A complaint from the Royal, apparently.

Do you know anything about it?

Me?

No.

Come on, Alfred.

Go on, eat up.

Where's Vernon?

Oh, he's probably not here.

Come on.

Doctor's outside.

Vernon!

Come on out!

Listen, lad.

If you don't tell me where he is, you're in big trouble.

And when I say big trouble, I mean big trouble.

So speak.

He's in hospital.

Which hospital?

The royal.

I hope you're telling the truth for your sake.

Well, well, well.

So this is where you've been hiding.

What?

I always find people in the end, especially those that try to pull a fast

me. Who are you? What do you want?

Who am I?

What do I want? I'll tell you what I want. I want my tanker. And what's the

point? I want my money.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Stop it!

Shut it.

Where's my money?

What's going on? Get off me!

Hey, what's going on?

It's all right.

Now, get Mr. Middlewich to call the police, would you?

Mr Middleditch, there's someone in the sideboard attacking a patient. We need

the police.

Right, Mr Colbert.

Leonard Colbert. I'm afraid we're going to have to continue this down at the

station.

Sister, could I have a word?

I want to apologise for yesterday.

Losing my temper, I know.

I'm very sorry.

This life and memory thing must be catchy.

I can't remember anything about it.

So, what were you saying Mr. Strip's about?

Come on, it must have been important.

It was.

He's stolen some money from me.

He's only in that hospital to avoid me.

Nothing wrong with him. Well, that's where you're mistaken, Mr. Goldbourne.

Do you really not know what happened?

No. He had a nasty accident with a tanker.

Know anything about it? No. An Austin FG tanker.

Belonging to a Furman Hull.

with an as yet unidentified load.

No idea what you're talking about.

Dennis, are you okay?

Fine.

How's work?

Fine.

A bit busy, I expect.

Oh, we're getting there.

So what's bothering you?

Nothing.

Where would you like to go for lunch?

Pull in here.

What? Go on.

Well,

I was thinking more in terms of our pub, but if this is what you fancy...

Dennis, shut up.

I know something's bothering you and I will go on about it until you tell me.

I had a ticking off from HQ, that's all.

About?

About the crash in the water business.

Not finding out what that spillage was quick enough. Not getting the road

Not finding out who stole the tanker. But that's not fair. It only happened

today morning, for goodness sake.

Also, there's been a complaint from the hospital about an officer losing his

temper. But you can't help that, either.

Yes, I can. It was me.

Oh.

It was my temper that got me moved back to uniform, Jen.

So what's going to happen?

All the hospital admin chap wants is for me to track down the officer involved

and give him a warning.

Okay.

So when you've tracked him down, here's what to say to him.

You tell him from me that he's always going to have this problem unless he

learns to unwind and relax.

But how's he going to do that?

Mr. Scripps, you all right?

It's come back.

My memory.

It's come back.

It's not so much your personal opinion I need, Mr. Owen, more your professional

judgment. How long did you work with Mr. Mansell?

A year. And earlier you were saying you found him very incompetent. Did you mean

that? I certainly did.

Delta Alpha 2 -4, come in, Mike. Excuse me.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving.

Yes, Alf?

I see.

At the Royal, OK?

Yeah, I'll be there right away. Over.

I'm sorry, I'm going to have to go. Maybe we can talk later.

So you definitely think Mansell's capable of making a mistake like the one

saw yesterday?

Without a doubt.

Right. Thanks very much for your help.

Oh, by the way, why did you leave the company?

No prospects.

So what are you doing now?

Let's just say I'm still looking for that perfect job.

Oh, good luck.

So you just woke up?

And the memories came flooding back, didn't they, sister?

A few days old, Mr Scripps. I mean, last night I went to sleep, it was just a

black hole.

Now I can remember everything.

It's amazing.

Oh, good.

So let's start from the beginning, shall we? The first thing I need to know is

about the tanker. Where you got it, where it was going and what was in it.

Ah, no, no, I can't remember that bit.

Well, hang on, I thought you said... Yes, I can remember driving it.

But as to why, that's still a complete mystery.

I'd love to be able to help, but it's all still a blank, that. So the only

you can remember is the crash itself?

Yes.

All right.

Tell me about that, then.

Well, let me see.

It was early morning.

David was with me.

We were on the North Allerton Road, going down that steep hill towards that

sharp bend.

Am I right so far?

Yes, go on.

Well, then a car came over the bridge on the wrong side.

I mean, it bumped me. I swerved and... Well, that's it.

That must be one I hit my head.

Must indeed.

Now, about this car.

Oh, hang on. It wasn't a car.

It was a van.

Any idea what sort?

Austin E30.

Any colour?

Blue.

If I'm right about his van, I think it could have been Owen that poisoned the

water, not Mansfield.

Well, the timing fits, Sarge, and the direction he was coming from.

But explain why he was going so fast and didn't stop at the scene.

Hmm.

And there's also a motive.

There is? I made some inquiries at the water company. It seems he was sacked

poor timekeeping on Mansell's face. I think he's never been able to get a job

since.

Revenge? I think so.

More a keen desire to drop Mansell in it from a great height.

Can't be that many blue 830 vans in the area.

Sarge.

Paint from the tanker.

Let's get forensic coverage.

So, Mr Scripps, if we confess to the things we've done wrong, it washes our

souls clean, doesn't it?

In other words, you need to tell me what you've been up to. And don't tell me

you can't remember, because I know you can.

Of course you're right.

I generally am.

All right.

Yes? If you're going to charge me, get on with it.

I've said I'm sorry. I've admitted I caused a disturbance. But you still

told us what it's about. That's what we're waiting for, Mr Colbert. I keep

telling you, Scripps owes me money.

It's a private matter between him and me. Nothing to do with you lot.

And if you hold me here any longer, I'm going to call my solicitor.

Oi!

Darling.

All right, Mr Owen.

The black paint matches up, so we know it was you at the scene of the accident.

And failure to stop is an offence, so we're going to have to charge you.

Why were you there?

What? Why were you on that road at that time of day?

The waterworks are just down the hill. Is that why you were there?

No.

You sure you didn't go there to sabotage the water supply, get your own back and

Mr Mansell?

No.

Are you crazy?

So why did you run off then?

OK.

I admit that I was at the scene of the crash.

I'm sorry that I drove away like that.

I was out for a spin, that's all.

Since I lost my job, I haven't been able to sleep, but I didn't go near the

works. I wouldn't.

I hate the place.

It's like we're going to need a set of fingerprints from you, Mr. Owen.

It seems that most of the prints found on the tubs of aluminium sulphate

Mr. Mantle's at all.

Of course, they could belong to absolutely anyone.

But just to eliminate you from our inquiries...

OK.

I only meant to get back at Mantle.

I didn't think it'd get as bad as all this.

Sarge.

There's a telephone call from the Royal.

Again? Well, it was Sister Bridget this time. Apparently that tanker was full of

molasses.

Molasses? Vernon's been talking.

Well, she wants you over there right away.

Take his fingerprints and keep them here. Make him sweat for a while.

Molasses. Don't believe it.

Ah, there we are. Take care. Thank you, Doctor.

Oh. Oh, any more? No.

Well, thank the Lord for that. Come on, Doctor.

We're over the worst.

Only six mucated today.

Water's clear.

So we should be back to normal by tomorrow.

Good.

Because I am exhausted.

Oh, we all are.

But it's taught me a lesson.

Oh?

Anno domini, Jenny.

I'm too old.

Too old? Nothing.

You're worth two of some of those junior doctors. Oh, you're very kind.

But I'm not so sure.

I can manage my work at the Royal.

But this locum job as well, it's starting to be just a little bit too

I'm wondering whether I ought to resign.

Two men in a pub in Hull.

Yes.

All right, who are they?

Well, one worked in a toffee factory, so he could get all the lots of spare

molasses. The other said he could find a tanker to shift it in.

I found a farmer who'd take any amount to add to his cattle feed.

I mean, he was only going to go to waste otherwise. It was an excellent idea. So

you were driving a stolen tanker full of molasses.

I take it the molasses were stolen too, was it? I don't know.

You must have known the tanker was stolen.

I didn't. I swear I didn't. So who were the two men?

I don't know.

All I know is I met him and, like a fool, I got conned. And now I'm here

the rap.

Look, I didn't know they were crooks.

I entered this in all innocence.

That'll be the day.

Sergeant Merton, I am a wronged man.

The fickle finger of hate... Never mind that.

The fact is we have a stolen tanker, and we can't just ignore that, can we?

What are you looking so cheerful about?

Sent Mr Vernon home from hospital, haven't I? Well, it's good, isn't it?

Well, for me it isn't.

Well, I'm sick of him already. He's only been home an hour.

So I do this, do that.

Fluff the cushions up, light the fire.

I'm ill too.

So there are a lot of people. You're not the only one.

Now I've got to go and buy invalid food, whatever that is.

Ah, you've opened up again.

The dizzy spells have cleared up then.

Oh, well, I'd better be getting along.

They've reinstated me, of course, with an apology.

You've heard it was Eddie Owen that did it, I suppose.

Oh, aye.

I'll go and lock him up and throw away the key, quite frankly.

I like Dr.

Orway.

And he's a good doctor.

I'll be really sorry if he goes.

And there's another thing.

If he resigns, I could be out of a job, too.

Oh, come on.

They're bound to replace him. Well, not necessarily.

They could give the Aidensfield patients to the GPs at the Royal.

But that's the way it goes these days, you know? Bigger and bigger units.

It'll never happen.

But even if it did, you'd find another job easily.

Maybe.

Promise me one thing, Jen.

What? Whatever happens, you'll stay in the area.

I'd hate it if you moved away.

Would you?

You know I would.

I'd do without you.

Pathetic, isn't it?

Absolutely pathetic.

Home, sweet home.

Lovely.

Another half inch there, David, please.

That's it.

Oh, and would you get the blanket for me? Wrap it round my legs.

You know, once I got my memory back, I soon solved the mystery for them.

They'd never have thought of any owing without me, you know.

Injured though I was, on my sickbed, working it out as I lay there.

Aye, sir.

Shame you couldn't remember who those men from Hull were.

You know, the ones who conned you into a tanker load of molasses.

Aye, well, some things are best forgotten, David.

The moral of the tale is don't tangle with men from Hull.

I thought you were under arrest.

I'm not that stupid, Vernon.

No one pins anything on me, mate.

You know what I've come for, don't you?

That'd be reasonable, Leonard.

I didn't sell the stuff. It spilled out on the road.

That's your problem.

We stole that stuff. We nicked that tanker.

Now, if I don't go back with the money, the lads from the toffee factory will be

down here tearing this place apart.

It's just not fair sometimes, Vernon.

I feel for you.

Sincerely, I do.

Not half as much as I feel for you, mate.

We meet again, Mr. Colborne.

So why didn't you tell us about all this before?