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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 alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

And you, you're driving me crazy.

What did I do?

Oh, what did I do?

My tears for you.

Make everything hazy.

Flooding that sky.

Is there any time tomorrow then?

I don't actually think I'm qualified for this.

Oh, you're a fantastic teacher.

You don't shout and grab the wheel like me dad.

I think you should invest in some professional lessons.

Sorry, Lizzie.

Jill!

Hi. Sorry.

Look, I know we haven't planned on seeing one another tonight, but... Oh,

please, there's no need to apologise, Gordon. I know you need to get back to

kids. Yes, well, that's just it. You see, I thought we might just combine

those things.

Why don't you come home with me, hmm?

I mean, it is about time you were introduced officially, isn't it?

Well, it's a bit of a big step. Are you sure they're ready for it? Well, you

know, we've got to bite the bullet eventually, haven't we? And why don't

pack an overnight case?

I don't see any reason why you shouldn't stay the night.

Morning, the Royal.

Hold the line a minute.

Detective Inspector Shiner for you.

Coming over tomorrow to investigate.

I'll put you through to Mr Harper.

A police investigation?

How thrilling.

What do we do with investigating?

Whoever it is, it isn't me.

I have nothing more on my conscience than the Italy's broken thermometer.

Hello. So, what's your name?

Peter Blackwood. Well, hello, Peter Blackwood.

Now, we'll start by listening to your chest.

Just take your shirt off, pop yourself over there, all right?

But you gave me lessons to start with.

Aye, but if I wouldn't give you any more, me heart won't take it.

Oh, Alan.

You're not leaving that there, are you?

Go on, Dad. Me test's in three weeks. I can't stretch to work proper

instructions. Me too, Dad. I had to be sure you moved it.

Yes, yes, all right. I'm sorry, love, no.

All right, Alan. One, two, three.

Alan will take me out, won't you, Alan?

Not in the hospital, then you won't. You are not insured.

Here we go.

It's all right, Ken.

I didn't need that force anyway.

What's talked out?

Samantha, over here, quick!

Well, kids can be a lot more adaptable than we give them credit for. Yeah.

I just want them to see me as a friend, you know, not just a rival who's tried

to steal their father from them.

Well, in that case, I'd edge you bets.

Go bearing gifts, the bigger the better.

I'm sorry, but Ken's had a turn.

What's happened?

He hurt himself lifting the piano.

Where's the pain, Ken?

All right, I'll take it from here.

You're not going, Dr Goodwin?

I'm sorry, Ken. My next patient's due in about 30 seconds.

All right, will you just take your top clothing off for me, Ken, and put me

on the couch?

Sorry, Doctor.

No offence. I think I'll just wait for Dr Goodwin.

I'm not used to...

Taking me clothes off in front of strange women.

It's nothing we haven't seen before, is it, Ness?

Yes,

Mr Harper.

A detective inspector, Shiner, will be with us tomorrow.

He wishes to interview Dr Weatherall and any nursing staff who had care of the

late Caroline Elmerod.

I see.

Could you make sure your staff are made aware of the need to cooperate with the

inspector?

Of course, Mr Harper.

I don't want to have any rotten tests.

Nothing to be afraid of.

It's just a precaution.

Now, you get your stuff together and we'll pop you down to the Royal.

Now? Mm -hm.

But I've got a rugby match after school.

Yes, well, I'm afraid that's going to have to wait.

Nurse, can you telephone Peter's parents and tell them to meet us at the

hospital, please?

OK.

What was the last thing you had to eat or drink today, Kate?

Well, I had no breakfast because the missus had gone to her sister's and me

Alan were just about to go for us dinner.

Excellent.

I don't feel excellent to me.

The bad news is that when you lifted the piano, you suffered an inguinal hernia,

which means that the strain forced part of the bowel through the abdominal wall

in the groin. Now, unfortunately, I'm not able to reduce it, which means that

you will have to have surgery as soon as possible.

before it strangulates.

What's the good news?

The good news is that Mr Rose is in today, so if we're very, very nice to

he may be able to fit you onto the end of his list.

You do realise you're leaving us shorthanded?

There's not much I can do about that, Mr Arthur.

You shouldn't upset him, not before his operation.

That's all very well, Lizzie, but this hospital doesn't run itself.

Yeah, well, if I'd been for that piano, I wouldn't be lying here in the first

place, would I?

I was of the impression, Hopker, you were fit for the job.

I'll be here when you wake up.

Lizzie, if anything happens...

Is that Dad?

Don't let your Uncle Derek get his hands on me premium bongs. They're here, Mac,

for me first grandchild.

Oh, and Lizzie, tell your mum an anniversary present at the back of me

drawer.

When I examined Peter's chest this afternoon, I discovered a slight heart

murmur. If it's all right with you, I'd like to keep him in overnight and run

some tests.

What's a murmur?

It's just an extra sound shadowing the heartbeat.

Is that serious?

Well, it's worth investigation.

I'll know more about it after I've got the results from the test in the

But he doesn't look poorly, Doctor. Does the apple stop him?

Come on, love. If the Doctor says he has to stay, he has to stay.

Nothing to worry about, Kenneth.

Textbook stuff.

I'll just open you up and return the bowel to the peritoneal sac.

Then, to finish, I shall strengthen the abdominal wall by stitching strips of

fascia removed from your thigh around the hernial orifice.

I could do it in my sleep.

In fact, young Alan here has probably seen so many herniotomies he could carry

out the operation himself.

Oh, I'd rather leave that to you, Mr. Ross.

Aye, so would I.

Oh, for heaven's sake, man.

Cheer up. Not as if we're in danger of excising a testicle by mistake.

Hmm?

Oops.

Right, Dr. Goodman, let's get him knocked out.

Any last requests, Kenneth?

I want to go home.

Well, young man?

Was it what you expected?

Was what, Mr. Rose?

Your superior's interior.

Pretty much, sir.

The next time he reads you the right act, you can tell him you've seen his

bowels exposed in all their glory.

Cut, please, stuff nurse.

He made the first 15 last week.

Over the moon he was.

This won't stop me playing, will it? Well, let's see how it goes.

Now, I'll be able to tell you more about Peter's condition after I've run some

tests. And I'll get through those as quickly as I possibly can.

All right.

Would you be so kind as to excuse me? I'll leave you with Sister and I'll see

you in the morning.

Good lad.

Sister?

Yes?

They will just be on the heart, won't they?

Well, now that the doctor's picked up on the murmur, he'll be having a thorough

look at her.

Sorry. I'm going to turn up empty -handed.

There really was no need.

Let's just call it insurance.

So, in recognition of the extra responsibilities commensurate with your

circumstances, I'd like to offer you the temporary position of acting head

porter.

Does that mean I'll be getting extra cash?

Budgetary restraints prevent that.

But it is a good opportunity for you to prove your worth.

Do you think you're up to the challenge, young man?

I hope so, Mr Harper.

That's the spirit.

Every time you complete a task, enter the details on this sheet. Time

there, time completed here.

Best not to mention this to Hopkirk.

Don't want to hinder his convalescence, do we?

Hinder his convalescence, my foot.

notice, but I'd like Staff Nurse Taylor to take over Milner Ward for the rest of

the week, just as a training exercise.

Terrific. Thank you, Matron.

So, you'll be wanting me to cover casualty?

No, Sister.

For the moment, your responsibilities will remain the same.

What does a man have to do to attract the attention of a nurse nowadays? Where

are my goldstones, Staff Nurse Taylor?

Matron, are you unhappy with my work in any way?

Not at all.

I just thought it might be a good opportunity to throw Nurse Taylor in at

deep end, as it were.

You're doing very well, Joy.

Not long now.

Well,

it's not much, but it's home.

Yes, well, we moved in when I started working at the Royal.

We intended to stay for a couple of months and then find something bigger,

but... Well, somehow, we never got round to it.

The kids won't bite, you know.

I think I was less nervous performing my first operation.

The kids are bound to love you.

Just as I do.

Hello.

She's beautiful.

The girl.

We were expecting a boy.

First baby I've helped to deliver.

Uh, Samantha?

Yes, Doctor?

She's hemorrhaging.

We need the emergency O -neg, if she can, please.

Right away, Doctor.

And then he told Alan he was going to be acting head porter, and they had to

write absolutely everything down onto a timesheet.

He did? Yeah.

Don't, Dad. You'll give yourself a relapse.

A slimy, double -crossing little... Oh, it's not Alan's fault, Dad.

No, him.

Group him fewer at heart. But when I think of all I've done for him, I tell

what, Lizzie, I rue the day I got him that job.

I thought he got it himself.

Never mind. Did you ring your mother?

Oh, she said, seeing as you're in here, she's staying with Auntie Ethel for

another week.

Oh, I found flipping -tastic.

So much for in sickness and in health. Not even a bunch of grapes.

Why is she... Jill brought a suitcase.

It should come and live with us.

Well, I'll be staying here tonight, if that's all right with you.

Are you our new au pair?

Tom, come over here a moment.

Now... You two.

Jill here is, er... She's Daddy's very special friend.

And I've asked her to come and stay with us because...

Well, because I think we ought to get to know each other better.

Will she be sleeping in my bedroom?

No.

She'll be sleeping in Daddy's bedroom.

Like you did with Mummy?

Does that mean you can read me my story?

Yes, yeah, if you'd like me to.

Now, let's have a nice big smile for Martin.

That's her husband.

He'll be beside himself missing all the excitement.

Can I telephone him for you?

Oh, you'll have a job somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic.

I'm a new visit.

He's daft, isn't he?

We're so sure we're having a little baby boy.

We haven't even discussed girls' names, have we? Best get your thinking, Capo.

Hey, I did hear one that I liked earlier, though.

Does she look like a Samantha to you?

But you're pretty lame.

Right, love, let's have one more for the album, if you please.

Nurse, doctor, let's have you in as well. Come on.

Yes,

yes.

But if I fill it in, poor little tears, how hard we work. Alan, if you...

All he'll see is tea break, coffee break, dinner break, nipping out to the

bookies break, and who knows what else. Once he's got his tabs on us, we've had

it. I can't tell him I'm not doing it.

Then just give him the edited version and make each job twice as long.

Leave out the time off and add a few extras for good measure.

What have you got there, Peter?

Trident pickles.

It's a bit close to bedtime for cheese sandwiches. You'll give yourself

nightmares.

Anyway, who gave you this?

I did, Daphne.

I'm not supposed to give the patients anything to eat after six o 'clock.

And he's used to having a bite to eat before he goes to sleep.

Nothing wrong with making him feel a bit more at home.

You're a big hit.

They certainly seem to take it in their stride.

They're lovely children, you know.

I've really enjoyed tonight.

Bedtime storyteller extraordinaire.

Whatever did I do to deserve you?

Oh, it must have been something pretty spectacular.

I'd never have got through the last two months without you.

Your patience.

Your understanding.

There's just no way I can thank you enough.

It was the least I could do.

You mean the world to me, Jill.

I want to wake up every morning with you.

I want to go to work with you every day.

I want to share a bed with you every night.

I want... I want tonight to be the start of

our life together.

Jill.

Will you?

Why don't I move in with you?

And we'll just see how it goes.

Well, why not, eh?

I think the days of dragging cohabities to the stocks for corrupt behaviour are

over.

Yes, well... If that's what you want.

If things don't work out between us, we should be able to walk away without any

ties on either side. I just... I just think that anything else would be unfair

on the children.

So... Shall we drink to us?

And life over the brush?

I move on with you.

I should be in work here now.

Just because you want to creep to Mr Harper.

No, I don't.

Right, now reverse.

Yes, Mr Harper. No, Mr Harper. My dad would have a fit if he could hear you.

What was that?

I told you not to shout at me. You put me off.

Oh, it's all right, Lizzie. All you have to do is explain to Mr Harper. I'm sure

he'll understand.

Why? Because this...

He's in car.

You do realise your shift doesn't start for another 15 minutes?

Thought I'd pay a social call before I started.

Ken's just finished his breakfast. No, silly.

Joy, with the angelic baby.

The girl whose husband's in the Navy.

Monta, Joy deteriorated overnight.

She lost so much blood when she hemorrhaged it knocked her kidneys out.

She had a transfusion.

Dr Goodwin's doing all he can.

It doesn't look good.

I'm sorry.

We've received some letters detailing allegations regarding Drs. Wetherill and

Ormerod and the death of Dr. Ormerod's wife.

And were these letters unsigned, Inspector?

That's right.

Our friend is certainly persistent.

You're aware of these allegations?

Mr. Middleditch received some similar correspondence recently.

Do you still have the letters?

Certainly not. We disposed of them at the earliest opportunity.

And no one saw fit to report this to the authorities?

There's not a shred of truth in these malicious rumours. They're obviously the

product of a warped mind.

Both Dr Omrod and Wetherill have excellent credentials.

I'll need to interview Dr Wetherill and any other members of staff responsible

for the care of the late Caroline Omrod.

That's the way to unpack all your cases and move in tonight.

Caroline might be gone, but she's still very much over in that house from the...

The colour of your bedroom wallpaper to the plants in the garden.

I'm sorry. I didn't realise.

Thought was on me.

Which is why I think... If this is going to work out, I think it needs to be a

fresh start for all of us.

I'd like us to look for a new home.

Together.

Right.

Well, I'll call the agent.

See how quickly we can get the place up for sale.

Look, when I left last night, she was fine.

The only thing which could save her now would be this new dialysis technique.

A kidney machine?

I thought you had to go to America for one of those.

No, well, there are some in this country. There's a new renal unit down

London. I was at college with a doctor who works there. I've already put a call

in in there assessing Joy's suitability for treatment.

Well, she's just had a baby. How much more suitable can you get?

Well, there's strong competition for dialysis.

We'll just have to keep our fingers crossed.

You have to make them understand, if they don't take her, she'll die.

Well, it's out of our hands now.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about a patient who recently died in the

hospital. Mrs Caroline Ormerod.

How closely were you involved in the care of Mrs Ormerod?

Well, I wasn't her primary carer, that was her GP, but she was a patient here.

So if I'd been on call and she needed any medication, I could have prescribed

that for her.

Was that ever necessary?

No.

Must have been very difficult for you, under the circumstances.

Well, it wasn't easy watching her husband go through such a distressing

are a pretty close -knit team here, Inspector.

Extremely closely knit, as I'm given to understand.

I gather you're romantically involved with Gordon Ormerod, Doctor.

London have found a bed for her.

Oh, thank God.

What did I tell you?

Mummy's going to be all right.

Well, they've accepted her into the hospital. There's no guarantee she'll

receive dialysis.

But you said they'd take her. Well, if she's at the hospital, at least she's a

step closer to treatment.

At least she has a chance.

She deserves better than this.

She's got everything to live for. Why can't you make them see that?

Where's the best we can hope for?

You know Joy's very ill.

Even the journey might be too much for her. We're still going to try for her,

aren't we?

If it means she may survive to see this little one grow up.

Of course we are.

Come out and think you've got to get it to the garage as soon as you can. Right.

Please, we need Harper's keys.

Peter Blackwood's report, Doctor.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Lizzie, are you sure there hasn't been some sort of mistake?

Not by me, Doctor.

No, there's pieces to amaze me. Something as serious as this, you'd

parents would bother to mention it.

Um, I think you should know. The police are interviewing Dr Wetherill.

I'm afraid it concerns your late wife.

But it was a member of the nursing staff who discovered that Mrs Ormerod had

passed away.

Sister Bridget, raise the alarm. Yes.

According to the coroner's report, the estimated time of death was about 6 .30

.m.

I believe it was about then. Were you in the hospital at that time?

Yes, on that day I was.

Do you usually start work that early, Doctor?

No, but on that particular day I had a patient who I was concerned about, so

come in early to check on her condition.

Very commendable, Doctor.

You have a very clear recollection of events.

Well, that's hardly surprising.

The whole hospital was affected by Mrs Ormond's death.

What are you getting at, Inspector?

Thank you for your time, Doctor. That's all for now.

Oh, Lizzie!

We need to organise transportation of a patient.

Joy's going to London for treatment.

Oh, that's wonderful!

All we need to do now is get her there.

Shall I call an ambulance, Doctor?

No, we need to scramble a helicopter.

A helicopter?

That's what I said.

Genius! But we've never done that before, and if we were going to, we'd

ask Mr Middleditch. Who isn't here?

Lizzie, this is a matter of life and death. Call them, we'll deal with the

pick later.

Right you are, Doctor.

Doctor Weatherill's in with them now.

Still no idea what it's about?

As soon as they find the nicken out, I'll keep you posted.

Now, Ken, time for your bath.

Oh, no need just yet. I had one yesterday morning.

Can't it wait till we finish the bed, sister?

We have our men scrubbed up and in clean pyjamas before we do anything else on

this ward.

Maybe that used to be the case.

No, listen, don't worry about me. I'll happily go without.

You'll feel much better after a good lathering with soap and water.

Come on, let's be having you.

Sister, do you have a moment?

Detective Inspector Shiner would like to interview you. He's waiting for you and

Mr Middleditch is off here.

Interview me?

What about?

He's investigating the death of Caroline Ormerod.

Veritable human whirlwind, aren't you?

I tried to do my best, Mr Arthur.

There's obviously too much work for one man. I'll have to look elsewhere for

another porter.

And if he's up to the job, who knows?

Hopcote's convalescence might be considerably longer than he anticipated.

Yes, Mr Harper.

Oh, sorry, Mr Harper.

For heaven's sake!

I've always wanted to go to London.

You'll be trapping in style, won't you? Yeah, in a helicopter.

Are we all ready, then?

I suspect your son's suffering from Marfan's syndrome. That's a congenital

disorder.

Is it serious?

Potentially.

He'll certainly have it for the rest of his life.

However, the good news is that now we know he's got it, we should be able to

treat the condition pretty successfully.

It is, however, an hereditary condition, so it might have been helpful to us all

if you'd been a little clearer about Peter's situation.

OK, Joy, this is where we say goodbye.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Can you touch here?

Take care of yourself.

I'll send you a postcard.

Oh, Peter's not adopted!

I pulled out your medical records to see if there was a family connection.

Now... You're a rhesus negative. We know that from your car accident last year.

And you're a rhesus negative. We established that when you came in for

appendectomy. The point is that Peter is B rhesus positive.

Sounds like a load of garbage to me.

Well, a child inherits its blood group from its parents.

I'm afraid the group's just...

Then if he's not my son, whose is he?

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

All he can do is hope.

It wasn't as if you didn't have opportunities, was it?

All those nights I was working away.

You needed someone to keep the bed warm, did you? If we could all just stay

calm. There'd been anyone but you.

It's not my son.

What am I doing here?

I always knew this would happen through Bronwyn.

How difficult would it be for someone to switch the machine off?

The iron lung.

The power supply is in the room. It would be a simple enough task to

it. And once it had been turned off, how long would it take for the patient to

die?

Without the machine to breathe for them.

Not long.

Was Dr Wetherill ever left alone with Mrs Ormerod?

I don't remember.

But all of our doctors popped in to see Mrs Ormerod from time to time.

It's possible.

Were you aware of a special relationship between Drs. Weatherill and Ormerod?

I was made aware of it, but only after Mrs. Ormerod had passed away.

You know they were involved at the time of Mrs. Ormerod's illness?

I do now.

Do you think the relationship between Dr. Weatherill and Dr. Ormerod could

had any bearing on Dr. Weatherill's treatment of Caroline Ormerod?

Sister.

What you're suggesting is money.

Do you or don't you, sister?

I can't believe they're taking the allegations seriously.

All I know is that somebody thinks that I disposed of your wife so that you and

I could be together.

I'm not putting up with this. Oh, no, Gordon, you're only going to make things

worse. Gordon!

Dr. Wetherill is a good and conscientious doctor.

In all the years we've worked together, I've never had any reason to doubt her

judgement or her abilities.

I think that's enough for today. Thank you for your time, sister.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Well,

the man himself.

What do you think you're up to?

Merely trying to establish the facts.

The facts are plain to see.

My wife suffered a serious injury. She was lucky to survive for as long as she

did. Jill was...

Dr Weatherall was not responsible for her treatment. I'm sorry, but there's

no impropriety here.

I'm sure that's the case, Doctor.

Listen, Inspector.

My wife and I lived very separate lives for many years. At the time of her

accident, she was abandoning the children. The fact is, she was leaving

I'm already aware of that, Doctor.

Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do.

I had a telephone call.

About Joy.

You didn't make it, did you?

I'm so sorry.

I've lived with this for 14 years.

14 years, dreading the knock on the door.

The hand on the shoulder.

You wouldn't be the first married woman to bear another man's child.

You don't understand.

Peter isn't Derek's.

He isn't mine either.

My baby, my Peter, died 14 years ago.

It's so unfair.

I know.

But he's so young.

And so beautiful.

And our poor little girl.

We did our best for her.

But it wasn't enough, was it?

Sometimes it's all we have.

It isn't easy.

He was only two days old.

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the nursery.

I picked him up.

He was stone cold.

And what did you do then?

The little boy in the cot next to him.

The nursery choked. They could be twins.

goodbye.

And I went back to bed.

And what happened then?

In the morning they told Grace Littlefair her baby had died in the

I went home with Peter.

Every single day I think about that woman.

That poor woman going home to an empty nursery, folding away baby clothes she

would never use.

Every day.

But the worst thing is that I could never grieve for my little boy.

I never did find out where they buried him.

New porter?

I'll give him new porter.

Do you think he was serious?

He's always serious.

I know.

Talk about kicking a man while he's down.

Knowing him, he's probably already got a four -lock tugging yes -man already

lined up for the job.

Make yourself scarce, Alan.

And how's my star patient this morning?

Terrible, Mr Rose.

I've never felt so bad in all my life.

You'd waited so long, Bruce Dunn.

Why could I take that away from you?

I lost my boy all those years ago, and you never told me.

I wasn't thinking straight.

I thought if I did, I'd lose you as well.

We could have had more children.

You always kept making excuses.

I couldn't bear it to happen again.

I couldn't bear to lose another child.

What about his poor mother?

What about our Peter? What's it going to do to him?

We'll have to tell him, Derek.

There's no going back. Not now.

Your wife's right, Mr Blackwood.

Haven't there been enough secrets already?

He should have been back half an hour ago.

He better be. Any messages before I leave, Lizzie?

Leave? As in...

Leaving your car?

Oh, nothing.

Except, what's the stopping distance at 30 miles per hour?

You've no idea.

You've passed your driving test, haven't you?

A very long time ago.

There's no messages I'll be on my way.

What's this?

Do you have some kind of shoulder pain?

No. Is it left turn or slowing down? I always get them micked up.

Left turn.

Oh, thanks. Now, if you just give me a minute, you can test me on stopping

distance. A word.

If it's not too much trouble, Harper.

You'll be relieved to hear I'm recommending we don't proceed any

this investigation.

Oh, thank God.

Well, it was obvious that the rumours were unfounded.

These were serious allegations, Doctor.

It was in the public interest to look into them.

Then there's no danger of careless talk about the medical profession closing

ranks when it suits them.

I resent the implication, Inspector.

I'm quite confident nothing of the sort happened here.

I believe you've been the victims of a particularly unpleasant whispering

campaign, and I intend to find the culprit.

Good evening.

And I hope you'll both be very happy together.

It's a disgrace, Hopper.

How can he concentrate on convalescence if he's being led to believe that

there's no job for him to come back to?

I never said that.

Let me remind you.

His hernia was sustained whilst moving a heavy object on your specific

instructions.

The man could have a case against you.

In fact, we're damn lucky he's not shouting for his lawyer as we speak. Is

clear?

Yes, Mr. Rose.

I suggest you attempt to make amends.

Oh, Samantha!

Have you got any plans for this evening?

Nothing to speak of.

I think you need what I need.

Which is?

The Peyton Goodwin distraction technique.

One evening with me and the grim event of today will just be a distant memory.

I'm asking you out, Samantha.

I don't think I'll be particularly sparkly in company.

Or would you prefer to just stay in and brood?

Okay. Just give me five minutes to get changed.

Don't forget your swimming costume.

What? I'll see you outside.

These are for you, Hopkick.

Sorry.

Kenneth.

Thanks very much, Mr Harper.

I'll put them in a vase for you.

And on behalf of the hospital management, I'd like to offer sincere

very speedy recovery.

That's very kind of you, Mr Harper.

And you have my personal assurance that your job will be waiting for you when

you're fully recovered to health.

I'm very glad to hear that, Mr Harper.

So, get well soon.

Or rather, get well in your own good time.

Kenneth.

I fully intend to, Mr Harper.

Beauty, darling.

I had to make him call me a couple of years ago.

Give me a

hand

with the other one.

That's it.

in my life.

I'm going to teach you.

You can't seriously expect me to get into the sea with one of those.

Well, it's the first time for everything.

You can get changed in there.

The black thing's the suit to go over your costume.

I won't look.

Promise.

I seem to have mislaid my car keys.

These there, Mr Harper?

I swore I left them on my desk.

Handed in this morning.

I filled in my timesheet again, Mr Harper.

What do you want me to do with it?

Whatever you think fit, Alan.

You're wasting your time.

You're never going to be able to do this.

You will once I'm finished with you.

This morning there was some accident damage to the bumper.

It was bad, this damage, was it? Bad enough.

I scraped a bollard last night. I was going to take her into the body shop

evening.

Bizarre.

Absolutely bizarre.

You can clear that again, Mr Harper.

Yes, sister.

This training exercise, Matron.

You knew, didn't you, that the police would want to speak to me?

I thought it might make things easier for you if I lightened your

responsibilities for a while.

Well, there was no need.

No need at all.

I'd appreciate it if in the future you bore that in mind.

On the beach.

Well,

I hope you like the sausages. Well done.

Incinerated, preferably.

Oh, you've got to hand it to me.

I know how to treat a girl.

Are you feeling any better?

I just can't stop thinking about Joey.

It gets easier.

We get used to it in time.

If you didn't, you'd never be able to do the job.

And I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

I don't want to be all tough and hard and uncaring.

The more death you see, the more you realise that life is for living.

She never knew how much time they have left.

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