14x11 - Who's Sorry Now?

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What on earth do you think you're doing?

Just having a look at what's...

You must be Jenny. I've heard so much...

You can't do that.

Only Dr Merrick and myself are allowed in that cupboard.

How did you get the keys?

I'm sorry, we seem to have got off onto the wrong foot.

I'm Helen Trent, Dr Merrick's replacement.

Where is she? What's happened?

Nothing.

She's just meeting a friend before surgery starts.

And you're checking up on me?

No.

I just wanted to see what you had in stock.

You'll find nothing wrong with the drug cupboards.

I'm sure I won't.

I have everything exactly where I want them,

so I can put my hand on them straight away, it's very important.

Well, it'll take a while to get the parts, Mr Trent.

I'm just amazed it got us up here.

I should never have let Helen talk me into bringing her car up first.

It could do with a bit of a going-over.

Yeah, well, I'm not picking up the Jag from London

for a couple of days.

I've arranged to view some properties this morning.

I'm going to need some transport.

- Not a problem. - I beg your pardon?

Vernon Scripps. Proprietor of Scripps' Executive Cars.

This is one of my drivers, David.

It just so happens we have a car free at the moment,

and I'd be delighted to run you round the houses.

Show you some of the area at the same time.

What a splendid idea.

I was always going to get lost, anyway,

and there's nothing like a bit of local knowledge,

is there, Mr Scripps?

I couldn't speak to you at the surgery.

Not the way Jenny's been lately.

Are you still worried about her?

She can't sit still.

She talks non-stop one moment, then she won't speak at all.

She hardly sleeps.

She's been under a lot of strain.

This is more than just nerves, Liz.

She's spending money like there's no tomorrow.

Ah.

I wouldn't mind if she was buying things she actually needs, but...

She bought two pairs of shoes for your wedding,

then decided that neither of them was right,

and just threw them in the bin.

We've all bought things we regret, Dennis.

Look, I'll have a chat with her, but...

Maybe when the wedding's over and Dr Trent has settled in,

you should think about a holiday. Take her away somewhere restful.

Bit of sun and sea air will do her the world of good.

I really should head back to surgery, but she'll be fine, Dennis.

Don't worry.

MAN COUGHS Here we are. OK.

HE SIGHS

MURMURS: Now... I thought I had two of those.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Excuse me.

I'm busy.

I'm here for my appointment. Jeff Lloyd, . .

Just sit down, Mr Lloyd, the doctor will see you in a minute.

HE SIGHS

Take one, three times a day.

If you give the prescription to Jenny, she'll get you the pills, OK?

Last one, thank goodness.

Strange time to choose to reorganise the dr*gs cabinet.

To tell you the truth, I think me leaving has thrown Jenny.

I'll have a chat with her when I've finished my rounds.

And what about you? Will you be all right for an hour or two?

Fine. I'm going to have lunch with Matthew.

See how the house-hunting's going.

JENNY: They must be here somewhere.

- Do you want me to come back later? - No, just give me time.

I'll drop them by while I'm doing my visits.

No, it's OK, I'm not going back just yet.

I'll come back this afternoon.

I know I said to do a stock check for Helen,

but I didn't mean during surgery, Jenny.

Right. Er... I'll see you both later.

It was rather forced on me by someone meddling!

I didn't move anything.

- Can I help? - I can manage.

I'm sure you can, it's just that if I caused the problem...

Right.

Well, I'm going to the pub to meet my husband.

Perhaps you'd like to join us when this is done.

Or not. Your choice.

Here it is. Penicillin.

MUSIC: 'Saturday Sun' by Nick Drake

♪ Saturday sun

♪ Came early one morning

- ♪ In a sky... ♪ - Hiya, Jen.

Jen?

Are you coming over for some lunch?

No. I want to tell her that I found the antibiotics I was looking for.

- Who? - Dr Trent.

- Oh, is that Liz's replacement? - She interfered.

Messed up my system, but I've... I've found them now.

Well, is it really that urgent?

No. I don't suppose it is.

I'm just being silly.

She won't want to know, anyway.

Why don't you come over the pub for a cuppa?

Give me the lowdown on our new doctor, eh?

Come on.

So, nothing that's leapt out and said "buy me", then?

No. Or, not yet.

But we have got several more places to see this afternoon.

I'd better sort out some lunch.

Oh, you must let me get you and David lunch

after all the help you've given me.

- That's very kind of you, Mr Trent. - Not at all.

And you must call me Matthew. Have you decided yet, darling?

Oh, I'll just have a ploughman's and some orange juice, please.

MATTHEW: An orange juice, a ploughman's

and whatever these gents are having.

That's Gina, the landlady.

And the other lady is Jenny Merton, married to the police sergeant.

Point taken.

Wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of the law, would I?

HE CHUCKLES

Thank you. Thanks very much.

Did you see the girl who walked through

and went out the back with the landlady just now?

I saw someone coming through, I didn't see who it was.

She's my pharmacist. And things have not got off to a good start.

Right.

MUSIC: 'Way To Blue' by Nick Drake

♪ Don't you have a word

♪ To show what may be done... ♪

Jenny?

Helen?

With a bit of luck, that'll be the last of the lunches.

So we can have a bit of a natter.

That Dr Trent's just leaving with her husband.

I reckon he's a bit of a ladies' man.

Maybe that's why she's being so hard on you.

I don't think she wants a pharmacist.

She can't just sack you, though, can she?

It's her practice.

If she doesn't want me, she doesn't have to keep me on.

Of course she wants you. You're good at your job.

I'm sure Liz has told her.

It's all very well for Liz, running off to Africa with Ben,

but I end up left here, and probably now with no job.

I've got to get back.

I was in such a state, I left the surgery in a mess.

Jenny!

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

I'm so sorry, Helen. She isn't normally like this, honestly.

She can't be, or you wouldn't have kept her on.

There seem to be some dr*gs missing. Here, look at the DDA book.

It says I should have two bottles of Nembutal and I can only find one.

Here, let me have a look.

Maybe the book's wrong.

No, I went through everything last week.

I wanted to hand the practice over to you in good order.

Could Jenny have disposed of them? Out of date, perhaps?

No, she writes everything in the book and I witness their disposal.

There is no way I could have prescribed that number

since last week.

Could Jenny have a problem?

How do you mean?

Oh, no, no, not Jenny.

Though she has been behaving rather strangely recently.

I was just sorting those.

You left them out.

And the door was wide open.

Do you have any idea how irresponsible that was?

- How dare you? - Jenny!

Don't just stand there and let her criticise me!

You know I'm good at my job.

There are dr*gs missing.

- I didn't take them. - No, of course not, but...

It's her. She doesn't want me to stay on, so she's making it up.

Jenny...

She's got it in for me, Liz.

She said to leave them, join her for lunch.

Jenny, stop this. You are not yourself at the minute.

Will you go home, please, and have a rest?

You'd rather believe her than me? Fine friend you are!

Jenny!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Can I have a word, please, Dennis?

Yes, Liz. I've been giving a lunchtime talk.

"Policing in the business community".

Has something happened?

Is it Jenny?

Yes. She was certainly acting oddly when I got back.

And then, a little later, we ended up arguing.

Is she OK?

She went home. At least, I assume she went home, she stormed off.

- Maybe I should go. - Dennis, there's more. Erm...

There are dr*gs missing. Quite a few, in fact.

Barbiturates.

- And you think Jenny's taken them? - I don't know.

The dr*gs are gone, there's no doubt about that, but...

Jenny left the surgery open and the dr*gs out.

Anyone could have taken them.

Given her recent behaviour,

it's not out of the question Jenny's taken them?

Whatever else, I have to report it.

The law says I have to report the loss of any dangerous dr*gs.

Yes, and you have.

You're too closely involved. I should report it to someone else.

Oh, Liz.

You're her friend.

I'm only asking for enough time to talk to Jenny

and find out if she's taken them. - And what if she hasn't?

What if a child wandered in and took them?

You've got to give me time, Liz.

If Jenny's taken them, if she has a problem...

I don't think Jenny's been taking dr*gs, Dennis,

I would have noticed before.

Let me talk to her.

I'll find the dr*gs, I'll get them back to you.

Maybe when Jenny's had a holiday, like you suggested,

she'll be OK again.

You could lose your job, covering this up. We both could.

I'm not asking you to cover anything up.

You've done your duty, you reported it.

Only my neck is on the line. Now let me sort this out, please.

And what if Jenny hasn't got them?

I'm sure she has. It's the only rational explanation.

Don't worry,

I'll get someone else onto checking other possibilities, as well.

And Liz...

Thanks.

It's ironic.

Here we are, moving to the country

to get away from the London drug addicts,

find a quieter, safer place to start again...

One incident doesn't make it a hotbed of vice.

I know.

It's just I wanted it to be perfect. A sleepy little village.

So now you're having second thoughts?

Bit late for that.

We can go back to London anytime you like.

Not after...

I'd always be imagining you were with her.

I made you a promise, Helen.

And I meant it.

That's all finished.

It's you I want to be with.

Wherever you are.

So...

London? New York? Paris?

Yorkshire?

The choice is yours.

We just need to let the estate agents know

about the viewings this afternoon.

It is very pretty here.

Mm.

I might have known they'd be round, trying to shift the blame onto me.

Liz has to report the dr*gs missing, she has no choice.

You think I stole them?

I don't know. That's why I'm asking.

You honestly think I'd do that?

Not when you're yourself, no, but you've been under strain lately.

I didn't take them. It is nothing to do with me.

Look, Liz has made a mistake, they must be at the surgery.

She says not.

And you'd rather believe her than your own wife?

They have conjured up this stupid story between them,

can't you see that?

Jenny, why would they do that?

Maybe Helen Trent took the dr*gs to give her a reason to get rid of me

and Liz has been duped into believing that I'm to blame.

I can't believe they've got to you, too!

Take it easy, darling, I'm only trying to help.

By accusing me of theft? That's a funny way of helping!

Oh, this is silly.

Maybe you're in on it, too. That's it, isn't it?

Jenny, please, you're not well!

Jenny... Jenny!

Jenny!

PANICKED BREATHING

Jenny!

LOCK CLICKS Jenny?

Jenny, let me in. SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

HE POUNDS ON DOOR

Jenny, open the door.

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT

HE BREATHES HARD

PHONE DIALLING

I'll be right over, Dennis.

If it's as bad as you say, we may have to hospitalise her.

Hospital? Oh, I don't know, Liz.

Maybe if you could just give her something

to help her sleep for a while.

Then it'll be easier, and we can figure out what to do with her.

SOFTLY: Dennis...

PANICKED BREATHING

LOCK CLICKS

SHAKILY: Liz...and Dennis?

Dennis and Liz?

KNOCK ON DOOR All this time, I never knew...

DENNIS: You're going to have to open the door sometime, Jenny.

DOOR HANDLE RATTLES

Jenny! Are you all right?

CLATTERING

MUSIC: 'Won't Get Fooled Again' by The Who

Jenny!

Help me! Please!

Stop him!

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station. Can I help?

Er... Right, sir.

In Market Street?

Right, we'll get someone down there straight away.

Phil? Oh.

There's a disturbance in Market Street, you'd best get down there.

And I'll get onto Rob and he'll give you some back-up.

Right, thanks, Alf.

You have to stop him!

Help me!

TYRES SCREECH

- Hey, hey, hey! - Let go, you stupid...!

SIREN WAILS

- Are you all right? - Yeah, yeah.

He went that way.

Jenny!

It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you.

I promise.

Get away from me.

All of you!

Sarge? What's going on?

SHE SOBS

Sarge... What's going on?

- Jenny... - Don't touch me!

Don't let him hurt me again.

Rob, you take her into the office.

Phil, make a cup of tea.

Jenny?

I don't know what's happening to her.

No. Well, I'll have a chat with her.

And then we can find out what's best to do.

All right, Jenny, love.

Phil will bring us in a cup of tea in a moment.

They're in it together. Planning to have me locked up.

I never suspected, not till today,

when she accused me of stealing some dr*gs.

Dennis hurt me! He even wanted me sedated to make it easier for them.

I was so frightened.

I had to escape, so I climbed out of the window.

I'm not going to let them put me away!

I know what they're up to, you see.

Why don't we get the doctor in

to have a look at your cuts and bruises?

- I'm sure that Liz will be... - Not Liz.

Don't you see?

She's in it with him!

How about Dr Trent?

I'm sure, under the circumstances, she won't mind.

I'll go and call her.

And Rob will stay with you, to make sure you're all right.

Don't leave me, Alf.

Please!

All right, Jenny, love.

You go and get the doctor.

Cuts and bruises, really. It's more a case of her

psychological state.

Right, thanks, Dr Trent. We'll see you soon.

Was that about Jenny?

Can you call Helen back and tell her not to worry, as I'm here already?

She won't see you, Liz.

What do you mean, she won't see me?

Have you charged him, then?

Sorry, who? There you go, Sarge.

"Sarge"? Oh, I see. Well, don't think I'm gonna let it drop.

What are you on about?

He may be a copper, but he can't go around attacking women

and thumping anyone who tries to stop him. I want him charged!

When you don't know what you're talking about,

it's best to keep quiet! All right?

Bellamy.

A word.

Really sorry, Sarge.

I know, but you're only making things worse,

for me as well as for you.

What are you gonna do?

First thing is that we have to inform Division.

No, Sarge, we could get into trouble...

No! It's not just that.

Dr Merrick reported some dr*gs missing.

And I didn't take the appropriate action.

How do you mean?

I thought Jenny might have taken them.

She left the dr*gs cupboard in the surgery open

when she went out for lunch. Anyone could've wandered in and taken them.

Right, well, Rob and I can find them, Sarge.

No. It's too late. You've got to do things by the book.

You have to inform Division.

Or we could both end up losing our jobs.

Anything you'd like to add to your statement, Mr Lewis, let me know.

Just make sure he's charged, like any other bloke.

It's all in hand.

Rob, what's going on? How's Jenny? Can I see her?

Dr Trent's in with her at the moment.

Nothing major on the physical side.

Oh, Gina, hello. Liz said she'd call you.

Would you mind sitting with Jenny?

I don't really want to leave her on her own at the moment.

She needs a friend.

Yeah, of course.

It's not good news. She's clearly disturbed,

but I have to say, her story seems coherent enough.

We'll have to take her complaints

about her husband and Dr Merrick seriously.

HE SIGHS

Jenny, love...

I'm sure it's all gonna be OK.

Please don't worry.

They want to have me put in a psychiatric hospital.

No one's gonna do that.

They've been plotting it for ages.

Liz and Dennis having their little affair

and plotting to have me put away.

Sir.

PCs Walker and Bellamy, this is DS Rankin, drug squad.

You'll be working with DS Rankin on the stolen dr*gs,

while I sort out the other aspects. Shall we go into your office?

Oh, Jenny... Er, Mrs Merton's in there with a friend, sir.

Well, the interview room, then, perhaps.

Don't think we need to put you in a cell just yet.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station. Can I help you?

Right.

First up, we need to speak to the doctor,

find out her side of the story.

And then we'll search Sergeant Merton's house.

His house? I hardly think we're going to find the dr*gs there.

Sergeant Merton's already looked.

I'm not interested in what you think.

Heavy-duty dr*gs have gone missing.

Thank you.

And your sergeant's missus is a prime suspect.

DS Rankin?

Even Sergeant Merton believes his wife took them.

That was the hospital.

There's been a dr*gs overdose.

She must have hidden them somewhere.

The surgery, the house. So we shall start at the surgery.

Of course, I should have made an official report

as soon as I heard the dr*gs were missing. I just made things worse.

You thought you were acting for the best.

Well, I'm going to go and interview your wife.

See what we can salvage from this.

You won't object if we search your house?

No, sir.

If I'd only realised how disturbed Jenny was.

If I'd got her help earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess now.

Now we know exactly what's missing, let's go and search Merton's place.

I think what Dr Merrick said was right.

Someone came and stole the dr*gs whilst the surgery was still open.

Very convenient.

Shouldn't we follow up on the overdose? Visit the hospital?

Do you know how many overdoses there are every day?

That's not the point.

I'm in charge here, Constable.

Let's go and pick up your sergeant and get this search over with.

What, the sarge has to be there while we search through his stuff?

Those are the rules, PC Bellamy.

I assume you have no problem with that?

You see, I hadn't realised they were having an affair.

Liz... Dr Merrick, that is.

And Dennis.

Why would they steal the dr*gs

and try to make it seem like you were to blame?

Ashfordly is Dennis's life.

He couldn't stay here. Not with the scandal.

But if I were carted off to hospital and he became close to the doctor

who had helped him through his troubles, then...

that would be all right.

But I understand Dr Merrick is engaged to be married.

They had to cover their tracks.

Poor Ben.

She just used him, too.

I can't seriously believe

that Sergeant Merton would go to these lengths.

He's always seemed to care for you.

Do these look like he cares for me?

I had to climb out of a window to escape him.

Would I do that if I wasn't sure?

Liz and Dennis.

All this time.

Making a fool out of me and Ben.

Excuse me, please.

That's our honeymoon.

Those are the booking details.

Don't quite know why I kept them.

I'm really sorry, Sarge.

Aye, you and me both.

But it's got to be done, so you might as well get on with it.

♪ Show me what you have to show... ♪

Right, I'm off. Night, Mr Scripps.

Hey...

Are you all right?

What?

Oh, yes, yes.

You were thinking about Jenny, weren't you?

It's just so awful.

I had a soft spot for her, once. Ever so silly, it was.

But she were wonderful about it, and never made me feel bad, or anything.

I can imagine her doing that.

She's lucky to have such good friends.

She'll need them all to help her.

Right, Sergeant Merton. We'll return to the station.

You two can go off duty.

Sarge.

He's made his mind up.

He's not even gonna look at any other possibilities.

Which leaves it down to us.

I think we should go to the hospital.

Come on, let's go.

You look exhausted. Why don't we go out for dinner?

Or at least let me take you to the pub for a drink.

I couldn't.

You don't think anyone round here really believes all that stuff

about you and Dennis framing Jenny, do you?

Oh, of course not.

I'm sure they all realise by now that Jenny's not very well.

- Well, then, what about dinner? - I'd really rather stay in, Ben.

- I just feel so bad for her. - It's OK, I understand.

Well, let's hope you've got a cast-iron stomach, Dr Merrick.

I'm taking you back to my place for some Norton-class cuisine.

SHE LAUGHS

KNOCK AT DOOR

I was thinking, Sarge, er, with Jenny and Gina at your place,

well, I've got a spare room at my house.

And I'm, erm, I'm sure that Mrs Ventress wouldn't object.

That's very kind of you, Ven...

Alf.

But I've arranged a room at the pub.

Oh. All right, then.

I'll be off.

I'm sure we could both do with one.

What's the situation?

She says you assaulted her, imprisoned her,

framed her with the dr*gs to have her put away.

Well, that's just ridiculous.

She does have bruises.

She did climb out of the window to get away from you,

that's pretty desperate. - I would never hurt Jenny.

Well, it's her word against yours.

And you admit you concealed the dr*gs theft.

I was just buying time.

Then there's Mr Lewis.

You assaulted him, there were witnesses.

I wanted to get to Jenny before she did herself an injury.

He just got in the way, it was an accident. A mess.

I'm afraid I have no choice, Dennis.

HE SIGHS

You'll get it back when this is sorted out.

If it gets sorted out.

We'll see you soon.

Lisa? Lisa Burrows?

Yeah.

Why don't you sit down and tell us what happened?

I've got to get home.

I told Mum I'd be back by ten, at the latest.

Well, we can give you a lift back.

Come on, why don't you tell us what happened?

Terry's been worrying about his exams, right?

Not sleeping very well.

And a friend said that he'd had some sleeping tablets from a doctor

and he offers to sell Terry a couple.

Who's the friend?

I don't want to get him into trouble, or anything.

He didn't tell Terry

not to take more than one or two, though, did he?

Terry must have just got confused.

Forgotten that he'd already had some.

And he wasn't told not to take them with alcohol?

Your boyfriend nearly died.

The next person might not be so lucky,

unless we get those pills back.

It was Jeff.

He's in the sixth form.

Jeff Lloyd.

I'd better tell the others, too.

If these pills are as dangerous as you say...

GINA SIGHS Jenny, love, will you sit down?

You see it, don't you?

They're all in it.

All in what?

I just wish I could think straight, then I could stop them!

Look, how about I make you something to eat, eh?

Or a nice cup of tea?

I told you, I'm not hungry!

Why are you here?

Did they send you?

I'm here because I'm your friend, Jen.

I...

SHE SNIFFS

I don't know who to trust anymore.

SHE SOBS I don't know who's on my side.

Oh, Gina...

I'm so frightened.

Oh, no.

It must be awful for you, Jen, but I'm here for you.

You've got to trust me.

Promise me you won't let them put me away.

Promise me.

I promise.

I'm gonna look after you, right? Don't worry.

Yeah?

You've got no right to just barge in here and go through my son's things!

One lad's in hospital with a dr*gs overdose.

We're trying to stop any others from landing in there, as well.

It's got nothing to do with Jeffrey!

We think Jeffrey might have stolen dr*gs

from the doctor's surgery this morning.

Ridiculous! Jeffrey, tell the constable you did no such thing!

Erm...

That other lad, the one who took the overdose, he probably stole them.

- Tell them, Jeffrey! - What's this, then? Eh?

PILLS RATTLE

Jeffrey?

I've told him to tell you everything,

make a clean breast of it.

It's the only thing to do, under the circumstances.

Very wise, Mr Lloyd.

So you admit that you stole the dr*gs?

I had to go back to the surgery to collect my antibiotics.

The door was open.

There were all these bottles, just lying there.

How did you decide which ones to take?

JEFFREY: I recognised some names.

Nembutal.

I know that's a downer.

So you took the dr*gs to school,

and then you flogged them to your mates.

A few, yeah.

Who to, Jeff?

We need to know.

To be sure that nobody else ends up in hospital.

Or worse.

Names and addresses, if you know them.

PC Bellamy and I can go round, make sure they're all OK.

Get any pills back that we can. Minimise the damage.

Your son has been a very silly boy, Mr Lloyd.

Will he be charged?

Theft. Offences under the dangerous dr*gs legislation.

If you get all the pills back, couldn't you drop it?

I'm sure he'll never do anything like this again.

I have no choice, Mr Lloyd.

He has to be charged. Drug dealing is a serious matter.

He was going to go to university.

To study Law.

Well, perhaps he should have considered that.

Hmm. That's quite a list.

You have your work cut out. You'd best get started.

Thanks, Sarge.

I keep looking back, thinking, was it something I did?

Something I said?

There's no point looking for reasons.

I have to try and make some sort of sense out of it.

Maybe there is no sense.

Well, then, there's nothing I can do to change it, to help Jenny.

Of course there is. You can be there, support her.

How can I? She won't let me near her.

There'll come a time when she realises she's got it wrong.

That she's not been in her right mind.

That's the time she's gonna need you.

And until then?

Hmm.

You've made her a promise you can't keep, Gina.

Jenny's in no fit state to make decisions for herself,

so we have to make them for her.

And that may well mean sectioning her to a psychiatric hospital.

She'll think I've betrayed her.

Once she's herself again,

she'll know you acted in her best interests, I'm sure.

- Here you are. - Oh, thanks.

I think we can tie up any loose ends,

now that DS Rankin's gone back to Division, can't we, lads?

Yes, sir.

That search you made of the lad's house was illegal.

You should have come back for a warrant.

That was my fault, sir. I persuaded PC Walker.

Neither of us wanted those dr*gs on the loose, sir,

with one lad in hospital already...

But, er... No real harm done, eh?

Have you contacted the other kids who bought dr*gs off young Mr Lloyd?

Yes, sir, we're dealing with that.

Good. Well, I'll go and speak to Sergeant Merton,

tell him that, er, thanks to you two, he's facing one less charge.

We thought an ambulance might frighten Jenny.

Much better to have a friend take her to hospital.

I wanted to come along. If there's anything I can do.

Well, I've sedated her, so she's quiet, but...

Perhaps you and Gina could sit in the back with her, just in case.

Yeah, of course.

Here's David and Bernie, waiting for you.

Hello, Jenny, love. How are you?

- QUIETLY: Where are we going? - DR TRENT: Just for a little drive.

Don't worry, Jen.

♪ I see my light come shining

♪ From the west down to the east

♪ Any day now

♪ Any way now

♪ I shall be released. ♪

Dennis, I've come to tell you

that Jenny's on her way to Ashfordly General.

Helen has arranged for her to have a psychiatric assessment there.

Will they let me see her?

Only if she agrees,

but I think it's important you're there, just in case.

Also, the psychiatrist will want to talk to you.

About what's wrong with her?

About that, and about how best to proceed.

OK, I'll get my jacket.

Will she be admitted? Sectioned?

That's for the psychiatrist to decide.

Do I go to casualty...?

No, she's being assessed on the medical ward, B .

They have some psychiatric beds there.

I am so sorry, Dennis.

Not gonna charge him, are you?

Just cos he's a copper, he's gonna get away with what he did.

If you really and honestly want Sergeant Merton charged,

he will be. Rest assured of that.

What do you mean, "really and honestly"?

Well, I was hoping when you heard all the facts,

you would find it in your heart to reconsider.

Do you think I could come in? Just for a minute.

Dennis, I'm so sorry.

- How is she, Gina? - The doctors are with her now.

Helen gave her a sedative, but...

I don't know. I've never seen her like this before.

Never seen anyone behave so strangely.

The doctors will know what to do, how to help.

Sergeant Merton. Perhaps we could have a word?

- We'll leave you to it. - Thanks, Gina.

Come on, let's go.

So you see, Sergeant Merton wasn't chasing his wife to hurt her,

he was desperately trying to save her from harming herself.

I thought he was gonna k*ll her, that's why I stopped him.

Oh, very brave of you.

I mean, if he had have been, you might have got an award.

Instead, I've just made things worse.

Oh, you mustn't blame yourself. How were you to know?

That poor man. He must be going through hell.

His wife, his job...

Everything gone.

All in the blink of an eye.

I can't help with his wife, of course,

but if I were to drop the charges,

he wouldn't lose his job, then, would he?

No, Mr Lewis, he wouldn't.

If you'd be so kind.

Right, then. What do I have to do?

Well, er, you just sign here, on the dotted line,

withdrawing your complaint.

And I can handle the rest.

The duty psychiatrist has seen Jenny.

And?

In his opinion, she's suffering from an acute hypomanic state

with paranoid features.

And what does that mean in plain English?

It's early days,

but Jenny probably has a severe form of manic depression.

That can be treated, can't it?

Jenny's going to need admission to a psychiatric hospital.

And because she's confused and frightened and doesn't want to go,

she may have to be sectioned.

HE EXHALES

She's going to get the treatment she needs in hospital.

But I'm not going to lie to you, Dennis.

There's no miracle cure.

It's going to take a long time, months.

It's not going to be easy for either of you.

But it will be easier for Jenny

if she can rely on your help and support throughout.

But the nearest residential psychiatric hospital's miles away,

isn't it?

Yes.

I couldn't be with Jenny and work here, could I?

That's not a decision you have to face yet.

Let's take this step by step.

Acute hypomania.

It's bad, Ben.

Poor Jenny.

At least she's being cared for now.

And the dr*gs have been found. You can stop blaming yourself.

I'm a doctor, I should have seen it coming.

Well, how could you have?

There were signs.

If I hadn't been so preoccupied with the wedding, I...

Hindsight's a wonderful thing.

I know. But she's my best friend.

Would knowing have changed anything?

Could you have prevented her breakdown?

No.

Well, then.

Yeah, but maybe I could have made it less traumatic for her.

For Dennis.

♪ Not if my love can't bind your heart

♪ And there's no need to take a stand

♪ For it was I who chose to start

♪ I see no reason to take me home...♪

So your husband's looking at another house today, is he?

He seemed quite excited about it.

Wouldn't have surprised me

if you'd changed your mind about moving here. After all this.

Well, at least the sarge will be all right.

You know, with the charges being dropped.

All right? What, with Jenny in hospital?

I just meant... At least he's still got a job.

I'm not sure that's gonna mean that much to him at the moment, Phil.

- Have we found a house for you! - I think we have.

I think this calls for drinks all round.

Have you changed your mind, or something?

No. Surprisingly, I haven't.

If anything, today has strengthened my feeling that moving here

is the right thing to do.

Well, that's all right, then.

Yes, it is.

For us, anyway.

I know it's not going to be easy for you,

but head down, work hard, at least you can salvage your career.

If not my marriage, eh?

Well, your wife, Jenny,

isn't going to be a great deal of help to you, is she?

Well, is that the way it has to be?

Doesn't a husband have a duty to help his wife, as well?

Well, of course.

But she's being looked after in hospital, a long way away.

I could ask for a transfer.

I'm sure a place would be found for you.

One of several sergeants in a bigger station.

You'd lose your own patch, Dennis, it would be a big step down.

Don't do anything rash.

You'd effectively be turning your back on your career.

I have to turn my back on one of them, don't I?

Either my wife, or my career.

♪ Just call me angel of the morning angel

♪ Then slowly turn away

♪ From me. ♪