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by a motoring accident,

and, um, then the war came and -

Well, that's most-

I was browsing through some

of my, uh, medical texts

before you came in,

as a matter of fact.

Perhaps you would like to...

Um...

Yes, well, l-l-l

don't know about all -

all this stuff, see.

No.

No, no.

How do you, uh...

I mean...

how do you actually do it?

Well, that's something only

doctors and myself know about.

It has to be secret,

you understand.

I mean, we couldn't have

every Tom, Dick, and Harry

going around doing it, could we?

Uh, no, I-I understand that,

but, uh -

I won't conceal the... dangers

from your mind.

The, um...

The, um, stuff I use -

one in ten might die from it.

Die?

Well, yes, that's

an acceptable medical risk.

That's understood.

Mind you, they probably use

too strong a dose.

If only you and, um, Beryl

had come to me earlier,

I could have done it

without any risk at all.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know, Mr. Christie.

Well... Tim...

if you haven't got

complete confidence

in my ability...

No, no.

I - I trust you, Mr. Christie.

Of course, I do.

All right then.

Good lad.

Right, well, you

cut along to work.

Otherwise, you'll be late.

And, uh, Tim... remember...

we've never lost a father yet.

No.

Uh, thank you, Mr. Christie.

Ethel?

Ethel...

Hmm?

Ethel, I want you to go

to the, uh, office for me?

See Mr. Steadman.

Tell him my back's

been playing me up,

and I shan't be in today.

Oh, Reg, are you going

to the doctor?

No. No, I'll be all right.

I'll phone from the corner.

No, you'd better go.

They'll want

these bills of lading

and invoices right away.

Go and get your coat on.

All right.

I'm ready, Reg.

Tell him I hope to be better

tomorrow.

All right.

Yes, what is it? Mr. Christie?

Yes.

Ah. Builders.

Repair roof to outhouse,

replaster where necessary,

and make good.

Now? Uh, it's not convenient.

You are Mr. Christie?

You complained to the landlord

about this outhouse.

Well, I-I-I need to be

informed in advance.

Look, mate, I just take

my orders from the owners.

It is just the, uh,

wash house, is it?

Just the outbuildings.

Well, you better come through.

Oh, thank you very much.

I was just having a cup of tea.

It's, uh, back up here

on the right.

This is it.

The wash house.

Right.

All this lot

will have to come down

for a start.

How long will it take?

Oh, it shouldn't take more

than a couple of days.

Be careful. Do you mind?

Yeah, mind the paintwork, mate.

And the priceless anti-ques.

Beryl:
Mr. Christie...

are you...

I've got the builders in.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Oh.

Here we are then.

I brought you

a little cup of tea.

Oh. Thank you.

What are they doing -

the builders?

Oh.

They, um, they won't disturb us.

The baby asleep, is she?

Oh, yes.

She's in the other room.

Right. Well, uh,

we can manage in here then.

Just drink your tea and relax.

Is it going to hurt?

Just a little twinge,

but, uh, we can help that.

Open the window for me -

6 inches - will you?

And perhaps you

better pull down the blind.

Fast asleep.

All right.

Just pass me my bag, will you?

Ta.

Oh! What's that for?

Just a - a whiff of gas.

Gas? Like at the dentist's -

take away those little twinges.

But that's poisonous, isn't it?

Oh, no - not the way we use it.

Something we had to learn

during the war

for bomb victims...

that needed... urgent surgery.

It's a chemically compounded

filter, you see?

The liquid...

...takes out

the carbon monoxide,

or CO2, as we call it.

There.

Right.

Just get...

scrubbed up.

There isn't any cutting,

is there?

Oh, no, no. No, no.

Oh.

Ta.

I'm ever so nervous,

Mr. Christie.

There's no need to be -

no need at all.

Do you, um, have, uh,

undergarments on?

Yes.

Well, just slip them off,

will you?

Um, should I take my dress off?

No, no. Just the, um...

And then lie down on the quilt.

Right down?

Yes, just lie down and relax.

You ready?

Yes.

That's a good girl.

Now... just...

a little... whiff of the gas.

You've, uh, had gas before

at the dentist, have you?

You know

what it feels like then.

You'll feel

just a little bit dizzy,

I expect.

All right.

Now... breathe deeply.

Breathe - Just relax.

Breathe deeply. Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

That's a good girl.

That's a good girl.

Breathe.

Breathe, Beryl.

That's it.

That's it.

No. No.

Aaah! No, no, no.

Quiet. Quiet!

Be quiet!

Be - Be - Be quiet!

Quiet!

Aaah! No!

Don't make me hurt you.

Please. Please.

Don't make me hurt you.

No! Please!

Ugh!

Oh, Beryl.

Oh, oh, Beryl.

Howdy-howdy-do.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Beryl!

Beryl!

Beryl?

If you don't want to see me,

you've only got to say so.

Beryl.

Geraldine:
Mommy.

Mommy.

Oh, hello, Mr. Christie.

It's bad news, Tim.

It didn't work.

Huh?

Where's Beryl then?

She's upstairs on the bed...

Oh, Tim.

...lying down.

Go on up.

I'll come up with you.

Beryl?

What -

She's got... blood

all down her chin.

That's the concussion,

I'm afraid.

She would struggle, you see -

Concussed her head

against the bed-head.

It's got sharp corners,

that bed-head.

Beryl...

She's not alive.

I told you it was bad.

You - You never said -

One out of ten die of it -

I told you that.

Oh, Christ.

I'm sorry, Tim.

These things happen, though.

She should have

approached me earlier.

Oh, God, she was only young.

Yes, it's a terrible thing.

But she'd have had to be

in hospital by now, anyway.

Doctors couldn't have

helped her even.

Her tummy was septic poisoned -

all those pills she'd been

dosing herself up with.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Them damned pills!

Don't - Don't wake

the baby, Tim.

What am I going to do?

Come with me. Come on.

Come on.

Sit down.

Would you get the doctor?

Doctors...

can't do much now,

I'm afraid, Tim.

Well, we gotta do something -

the police or something.

Yes, you may be right.

Well, that's what I think,

anyhow.

It'll be criminal manslaughter

for me, of course.

Oh, God.

I-I don't want to get you

into trouble, Mr. Christie.

Well, I'm not just thinking

about me so much.

I'm not the only one involved.

You knew all about it,

didn't you?

Well, of course I knew about it!

Well, don't get huffy with me,

my lad.

You knew about it -

that's the point.

You're an accessory

before the act.

But... well, I done nothing.

Oh, God, I done nothing.

But you knew about it, Tim.

You consented -

That's all they'll want to know.

All right.

All right, then, I'll -

I'll not tell them nothing.

I'll just say

I don't know nothing

and just keep clammed up.

You better go

and see to the baby.

You can't leave her crying

like that.

Poor old Tim, eh?

I could get you out of this

if only you didn't keep

talking so silly.

I-I just don't know what to do.

Well, we could keep quiet

about it, couldn't we?

She's just lying there.

Well...

there are ways of...

disposing of bodies.

What - not be buried, you mean?

No p-proper service?

What good

would a proper service do?

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