All language subtitles for Doc Martin - 3x04 - The Admirer.en

Um, ooh, l wouldn't do that, though.

You see, it says you may
have won a million pounds.

What are you doing?

Admiral grey.

Solid choice. A little uninspired,
if l may say so.

Still, Pauline said it
was what was required.

Don't suppose there's
a chance of a cupper?

No, there isn't.

Whoops.

Why is that man painting my house?

You did say the place
was looking a bit shabby.

He's a proper painter,
portraits and everything.

Paint on my shoe.
Ah, it's on the carpet now!

It's only a little bit.

Any amount of paint
on any carpet is bad! Clean it up!

- ls that part of my job description?
- Yes!

Ah! About time someone thought
about brightening up this place.

Shame it's such a small job.
Not that much work about.

Well, actually, my kitchen
could do with a fresh coat.

- If you got time.
- Sure.

- I'll take a look later, if you'd like.
- Oh, I'm Joan Norton.

- Havenhurst Farm, up by the cliffs.
- It�s a date then.

- Edward.
- Oh!

- Uh... [laughs]
- [laughs] Sorry.

[chuckles]

Marty! l presume this is
about a repeat prescription.

Uh, no, it's not, actually.

l have the results
of your bone density scan.

Ooh! ls this, uh...? ls this new?

No.

Uh, unfortunately, this confirms
that you do have osteoporosis.

Have a seat.

You'll need a higher dose of oestrogen
than you're getting from tablets.

I'd say the best way to proceed
would be an oestrogen implant.

- Right.
- It�s a simple procedure.

l can do it here in the surgery.

The implant's no bigger
than a grain of rice.

It�s inserted
in the skin of the abdomen.

Well, what if l don't want an implant?

Well, then your bones will become
increasingly weak and prone to breaks.

l really think the implant
is your best option.

Right.

Well, let's do it now then.

[Martin] Auntie Joan.

If you have any irritation
or side effects, don't hesitate...

- Don't fuss.
- All right.

ls she OK?

See you later on then, Joan.

Auntie Joan. l can print up
some leaflets if you...

Martin, it has already been a long day.

Dr. Ellingham, what do you think?

- Hmm?
- I�m outside.

- Oh.
- Panic attacks under control.

He's a good doctor in that.
This is for you. Birthday party.

I�m having it
at the Wilson Hotel this Friday.

Not so much a birthday party
as a line-up.

l see them, they get to see me.
Everyone knows where they stand.

I�m busy.

Say no more.

- How often have you had blurred vision?
- It�s happened the once in the shower.

But l noticed a tingling
in my hands the other day.

- A tingling.
- Both hands or just one?

Both. Definitely both.

- l think l know what's wrong with me.
- What?

l think it's the beginning
of multiple sclerosis.

Don't tell me you
looked that up on the internet.

- Yes, l did, actually.
- A tingling in one hand

could be taken as a symptom, not both.
Your optic discs would be pale

- if you had MS, yours aren't.
- You're certain?

l could check it on the internet
if you'd like.

- But my symptoms...
- Are the onset of middle age.

Oh, my God, that's...

You have no idea how scared I've been.

l mean, I�ve only just got my life back
after Steven left. Then this happened.

But...

If you're certain everything's OK,
then... Well, thank you, Doctor.

If you don't mind, l have patients
who might actually be ill.

Right.

Oh! Princess Tinkle! Hello!

Hey, baby! Say hello to the doctor.

This is Princess Tinkle.
She's a show dog.

Not in my surgery.
Dogs are full of disease.

- Oh. Come on, baby.
- [dog growls]

Um...

l don't suppose l could repay you
by buying you lunch, could l?

- No.
- Oh.

If you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

The Wilson Hotel.
Carrie Wilson, Wilson Hotel.

Bye-bye.

I�d watch that one if l were you, Doc.
Not as dumb as she looks.

Let's just say she got the gold mine,
husband got the shaft.

- Do that at home.
- Oh, l do.

Oh, shame.

Dad!

Dad, it's me!

[siren blares]

Ah. It�s OK, mate, l, uh...
l live here.

Always make an entrance
through the window?

No, no, but... Well, I�m Al.

- Who are you?
- Put your hands on the car.

Hang on, mate. Hang on!

I�m PC Penhale, Al. And so far,
I�ve got you on trespassing

and attempted break-in. Let's not
add resisting arrest to the list.

No, no. I�m Al Large.

- Bert's son. You know Bert?
- Bert Large doesn't live here.

- Oh, yes, he does.
- No.

He lives on the other side
of the village. Sure you're his son?

Look, I�ve been away.
Travelling. Africa.

And they don't have phones in Africa?
l call my dad twice a week.

Well, I�ve been in the jungle, OK?
So if you just tell me where my dad is,

- then l can be moving along.
- Fine.

I�ll give you a lift to his restaurant.
But I�m watching you.

His restaurant?

[sighs]

[classical music playing]

- [knocking]
- [Edward] Hello?

Oh, it's you. Come in.

Right. Well.

Something summery.
They do a lovely sunrise yellow.

It'll all end up all smudged and dirty.

Ah. The existential
approach to decorating.

Believe me, l find discussing
colour schemes as boring as you do.

Not exactly what l went
to art school for.

You know what, Joan?

I�d like to paint you. A portrait.

The last thing this world needs
is a picture of me.

Something... neoclassical.

No.

Maybe you just don't see yourself
as you really are.

Get out.

- l... l didn't mean to...
- No, l know exactly what you meant.

How much do you charge, 100, 200?

It was gonna be a gift.

Uh, it's been a while since
I�ve had someone sit for me that...

I�m so sorry.

I�m being stupid.

l think it would be best
if you left now.

Yes, because the chivalrous thing
would be to run away when a lady cries.

Oh. l know. l know.
I�m sorry about the wait.

Your food will be here directly.
Two shakes of a lamb's tail.

- Al!
- Hello, Dad.

There you are, boy. Well...

You should have called.
Let me know you were coming back.

- Well, l wanted to surprise you.
- Oh!

You... You could have
called any time. Oh!

Not that l was worried about my only son
taking off halfway across the world.

l deserve that. l mean,
l should have written.

- l should have called.
- [Bert laughs]

Follow your youth, eh?

- This really all yours, is it?
- Yeah, yeah.

Every... Every last pot and pan.

- You gave up plumbing, just like that?
- This is the dream now, boy.

- Bert.
- Yeah.

- Got orders ready to go.
- Oh!

You remember Mick, don't you?
He went to school with you.

- Bert.
- Well, go on then.

That's my son, that is.
That's my boy. [chuckles]

[jazz playing]

- Auntie Joan!
- [creaking]

Auntie Joan!

- Ah!
- Martin!

I�ve got those, uh,
pamphlets l told you about.

Oh, God!

Mmm!

[man] Oh!

- Did l hit you?
- No, l don't think so.

It all happened so fast.

- Are you OK?
- Yes. I�m fine. [sighs]

l should have looked where l was going.

l had a feeling l might
run into you again.

- l didn't think it would be literally.
- Gosh! Do you two know each other?

ls that my shopping?
Thank you, uh...

- Louisa.
- 'Course. [sighs]

- You all right?
- l feel a little dizzy.

- I�ve never been in an accident before.
- Well, luckily it wasn't an accident,

because he didn't actually hit you.

- It could be shock.
- Yes, that's possible.

Or just a fright. There's a world
of difference between getting a fright

- and suffering from shock.
- Oh, makes me claustrophobic.

- Really?
- Uh, Louisa, give us some space.

I�m sure I�m making
a fuss about nothing. Honestly.

l bet plenty of people almost
get run over every day.

Maybe, if it's not too much trouble,

- a lift home?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Oh!

Go away.

I�ll take that. Thank you.

[snoring]

[Mick] Like father, like son, eh?

He was worried about you, you know?
You could've called.

[sighs] It�s none of your business,
is it?

Well, he's been good to me.
Don't like to see him treated like that.

Maybe he's a little bit blind
when it comes to you.

Hey, listen. He's my dad, all right?
You just work for him.

So don't get any big ideas, yeah?

That's a fair point. Then again,
I�m not the one sleeping on the sofa.

I�ll just be in my room.

Goodbye.

Um, would you help me in?
I�m not feeling too steady.

It must be the shock.

[gasps] Big hands.

Your pulse is strong and your hands
aren't clammy. You're not in shock.

Oh, l see.

This must be very boring for you.
Well beneath your medical expertise.

Well, l don't know about that.

Well, thank you
for the lift home anyway...

...Martin.

Get out. Go on, get out. Shoo!

Shoo! Get out!

- Ah!
- It�s Edward. He's having an attack.

[gasping]

You've got to put something
in his mouth.

He's going to swallow his tongue!

- Mrs. Wilson, leave me to do my job!
- Oh, it's just Carrie.

- Does he have epilepsy?
- l don't know him.

He's just doing painting and gardening
for me in return for room and board.

- l think he's a vegetarian.
- Can you hear me, Mr...

- [Carrie] Melville.
- Mr. Melville?

l...

- It�s you.
- Edward, you've had a seizure.

- Has this happened before?
- No, no, never.

Hmm. Well, your fit stopped, but you
have to go to hospital for an EEG.

- I�ll call Joan. She can take me.
- No.

Taxi'll be quicker.

Marty? Brought you some eggs.

l can feel you glowering
right across the village.

- Joan.
- Edward is fine.

They've sent him home.

Any inflammation
or irritation with your implant?

The age difference bothers you.

- None of my business.
- I�m not happy to sit in front

- of the fire and watching time tick by.
- Right.

My life is not over. Until it is,
l intend to make the most of it.

- OK.
- For heavens sakes, say something!

If you have a problem with my
relationship, let's talk about it.

l don't believe it's real.

- You'd know about that?
- l know that sex on the kitchen table

with a man 50 years your junior
doesn't qualify as a real relationship.

- Yes, I�m sorry that you saw that.
- Well, must be that implant

playing havoc
with your hormonal balance.

This is not a medical problem!

He makes me happy.

He makes me... makes me feel...

- ...younger.
- Oh, for God's sake!

He's young enough to be your son.
Probably got some Oedipal complex.

- He thinks you're his mother.
- l know what it means, Martin.

l just question your right to criticize,
considering your relationship history.

- It�s not about me.
- Isn't it?

You want everybody to be
as lonely and miserable as you.

- I�m not lonely or miserable.
- l am going to continue to see Edward.

It won't last forever and it isn't
true love, but it's what l want.

So get used to it.

Osteoporosis and sexual intercourse
on kitchen tables don't mix!

- Can l help you?
- l hope so.

Do you have any cimetidine?
I�ve got a bit of a funny tummy.

Oh, you have to ask Dr. Ellingham
for a prescription for that.

Oh, l should have asked Martin
when l saw him yesterday.

Only l was enjoying
our chat so much, l forgot.

Dr. Ellingham is conscientious
about handing out prescriptions.

l can imagine.
Not the sort of man to be railroaded.

He reminds me a little
of my first boyfriend.

He's something of a rebel as well.

- What you think about this one?
- l think it's very pungent.

ls there anything else...? Oh!
No manners either.

Good day!

Off she goes, reeking of cheap perfume.

Well, it takes all kinds. What was she
was saying about her first boyfriend?

I�m not much of a gossip,
but l will say this.

Our doc will be well advised
to avoid that one.

Why? What do you mean?

Even the bravest of souls can be
distracted by the harpy's song.

Yes, but we're talking
about the doc here.

All men are the same.
They can't help it.

If it's thrown down on a plate in front
of them, they grab a knife and fork.

And you've definitely ordered me
the one with the beige suede seat.

Good. And the orange matte helmet.

Hello, there.

Um, the doc doesn't have any
free appointments. Come back tomorrow.

- Pauline.
- I�m sorry, I�m not speaking to you.

- l thought I�d surprise ya.
- You have.

So, you have a good time?
l suppose so. Too busy to call.

- l phoned.
- Once, first week, when you were drunk.

[sighs]

- Lost a bit of weight.
- [laughs] Yep.

- Yep.
- What you doing back so soon?

- Well, l just, uh...
- What?

- l missed you.
- Well...

[giggles]

And l. So you can tell me all about it.

- You see any lions?
- Uh, no lions.

- Elephants?
- No. Can l get a cup of tea? I�m...

Yeah, all right.
Then you can give me my presents.

- Al?
- Yeah. Fine, yeah.

l had a good time in Kampala.
Saw a lot of stuff.

- Came back.
- Good.

- Uh, Doc.
- Yes?

- You got a minute?
- Um, yes.

l, uh... l think l need
some sleeping pills.

- Why?
- I�m turned around from the jet lag.

l sleep in the day
and then can't get to sleep at night.

You were in Uganda?
Only two or three hours ahead of us.

- Three, yeah.
- There wouldn't be any jet lag.

- Yeah, but I�m exhausted.
- Did you get ill while travelling?

No. No, Doc, l had a great time.

- Hung out on Lake Victoria, swimming,
- [phone rings]

- barbeques, volley ball.
- How come you haven't got a tan?

Uh...

Well...

Yeah. OK.

Maybe that's because l...
l didn't have that good a time.

Because l spent the last
two months working in a bottle factory.

- l see.
- Fourteen-hour shifts, Doc.

Sleeping rough.
Lived on Mars Bars and Coca-Cola.

My passport, clothes, cash,
everything was stolen.

- [phone rings]
- l had to earn money to get back here.

That would explain why you're tired
and you're sleeping is irregular.

- So you can give me something for it?
- No, no.

Give it a couple of days and it'll pass.

- Emergency phone call for you.
- Excuse me.

Ellingham.

Mrs... Mrs. Wilson. Slow down.

- [rings bell]
- Oh, in here.

- l hope this is serious.
- Oh, it is serious.

It�s my heart. It was pounding and
fluttering. l had shortness of breath.

- Classic heart attack symptoms.
- Stop talking.

Your pulse is regular. Quite strong.

Well, it must have calmed down a bit.

Isn�t that always the way
when the doctor shows up?

- No. Any other symptoms?
- Not as such.

l must have panicked a little bit.

But seeing as you're here,
maybe l can fix you a cup of coffee.

No! How many cups have you had?

Uh, two, three. More if you count
the espresso l had at breakfast.

Do l need to insult your intelligence
by pointing out the connection between

caffeine consumption
and your palpitations?

l have genuinely sick people
who require genuine medical attention.

- A simple no would have done.
- This is not a social call!

- Nobody's stopping you from leaving.
- Well, stop... talking.

[laughing] Oh!

l, uh, made an appointment
to see you tomorrow.

Hospital gave me the EEG.
l hope you don't mind.

Hmm. Goodbye.

- l suppose I�d better go too.
- Stay with me.

- l need looking after.
- You're a grown man, Edward.

You can do without me
for a couple of hours.

Shoo! Get off!

Sorry, l must've dozed off
in front of the TV.

It�s all right. l got you one.
It'd be flat now, though.

So, what are you gonna do
now you're back?

Well, got nowhere to live. Dad's closed
the business so I�ve got no job.

So l was thinking something
like a playboy like Bruce Wayne.

- But he was Batman as well.
- Mmm.

- You have to think of something.
- Mmm.

So?

So maybe everybody should stop
asking me so many bloody questions.

Don't need to take
that tone with me, Al Large.

- Sorry, l just meant that...
- I�m out. Give me a pound.

Oh.

Excuse me for wanting to talk to you.
l have missed you, you know.

Often found myself thinking,
''l wonder what Al's up to now''?

- Full of questions.
- [coins rattling]

Oh, my God, Al. We've gone and won.

Well, technically it's me, but...

You OK? You look a bit clammy.

Yeah. I�m fine. Yeah.

Probably food poisoning
from that bloody Mick Mabley.

Oh.

Hello! Door was unlocked.

Well, it shouldn't be.
The surgery is closed.

Whatever illness you think you have
will wait till morning.

- Um, I�m actually here about your dog.
- l don't have a dog.

- That thing is not mine.
- That isn't what l was told.

Out! Out! Out! Out! Out!

The problem is, he's become
a little too friendly with my dog.

- I�m no snob, but she is pedigree...
- Mrs. Wilson, I�m not interested

- in the mating habits of your dog.
- Oh. Sorry if I�m being a nuisance.

You probably can't help it.

[laughs] You really don't seem
to care what people think, do you?

You're very refreshing.

- Am l?
- Oh, yes.

Are you...? Sorry, are you blushing?

- No.
- Um, are you going

- to PC Penhale's party tomorrow?
- No, I�m not.

Oh, that's a shame.

l was hoping we could get
to know each other a little better.

I�d hate for you to think of me
as a hysterical hypochondriac.

Right.

Well, maybe you'll change your mind?

l don't... l don't change my mind.

Definitely blushing, I�m afraid.

No, I�m just... hot.

Hello, Joe.

Sorry, PC Penhale.

- l don't often see you drinking here.
- Water.

Just posted myself here
to check for underage drinkers.

You coming to my party tomorrow night?
Still rounding up the RSVPs.

Yeah, l was...
l was thinking about it.

Not a big fan of parties.
Too many people,

too many things can go wrong.

Still, should be fun, though. [laughs]

Yeah.

[Joan sighs] l really ought
to get back to the farm.

Five more minutes.
We can have ice cream.

Those chickens won't feed themselves.

- [grunts] Please!
- Edward.

My mum used to say my name exactly
like that when she was angry.

- Right. l won't say it again then.
- l really don't mind.

- Get out! Go on! Get! Go!
- [dog whimpers]

Get out!

How's old Mrs. Norton?

She's fine.

- What are you doing here?
- Mr. Melville's EEG result arrived.

Door.

So how are the brain activity results?
Did they find any?

Take a seat.

Your EEG was negative.

- Um...
- That's good.

- Right.
- No sign of epilepsy.

- That doesn't explain your fit.
- Fits.

There was another the other day.

- Who's your GP?
- Don't really have one.

Sort of moved from place to place.

- Are you on any medication?
- No.

Any significant medical incidents
in the last five years?

[sighs] It�s hard to remember. Um...

- Try.
- OK.

Uh, about two years ago
l did suffer from depression.

Minor depression.

And also some erectile dysfunction.

- Did you receive treatment?
- No.

Do you still suffer
from the same problem?

[laughs] There are no problems.
No problems downstairs at all.

l meant do you still suffer
from depression?

Oh. Well, my mother had
recently passed away, and, uh,

these things take time, l suppose.
But I�m better now.

Happy as Larry.

Just over two hours
till this thing kicks off.

Of course, I�ll need
to see your fire safety certificates

- and check the emergency exits.
- Because?

Well, expecting quite
a large turnout this evening.

Want to avoid any unfortunate tragedies.

- ls that my last patient?
- [Pauline] Yeah.

- Doc, I�m worried about Al.
- Hmm?

Since he's come back,
he's sleeping all the time.

He's coming down with something.

That's possible.
The immune system's not effective

- when you're run down.
- So it's just jet lag then.

It�s got nothing to do with jet lag.
It�s fatigue from doing the shift work

combined with experience
of sleeping rough.

That'd leave him vulnerable
to all sorts of things.

- What?
- If he wants an examination,

- he should see me.
- Wasn't working.

He was holidaying, seeing the sights.

- Doc, if there's something you know...
- None of my business.

- So you do know something.
- Pauline! Stop being childish.

No! I�m being emotional.
Why was Al doing shift work?

Ask Al!

[phone rings]

What?

You never told me
you were working over there.

- Pauline.
- And sleeping rough too.

You told me you came back
because you missed me.

Well, l did. l did miss you.

You ran out of money.
What were you spending it on?

Not now, Pauline.

Y... [gasps]

- Oh, is the doc in?
- Yep.

Al? Al Large, you don't
get to hang up on me.

Wake up. Bert, help.

Al, please. Bert!

- Yes.
- Martin.

- Louisa.
- Are you busy?

- Uh, no.
- Just thought I�d pop by,

- say hello.
- Hello.

Hello.

Uh, PC Penhale's roped me
into going to his party later.

- Gonna be terrible.
- Ghastly.

So l just wondered if you were going
anyway or wanted to meet me there.

It doesn't have to be
for the whole thing.

Um... yes.

Yes?

Penhale's party at Mrs. Wilson's hotel.
I�ll be there.

- All right.
- What?

Nothing. Just l thought
you hated parties.

- Oh, well, depends.
- Why are you so keen to go to this one?

- I�m not. You just asked me to.
- l did.

I�m surprised that you're
planning on going, that's all.

You expected me to say no?

No, l asked you
because l hoped you'd say yes.

- l did say yes.
- Usually l have to twist your arm

- to do anything.
- [phone rings]

Sorry, l have no idea
what you want me to say. Excuse me.

Ellingham.

Pauline.

Put him in the recovery position.
I�ll be right there.

Sorry. Sorry,
l have an emergency. I�ve got to...

- Go, yes, l know.
- About the party...

An emergency.

Right. Sorry.

- Good. Out.
- [exhales]

- ln.
- [inhales]

- Out.
- [exhales]

When did you regain consciousness. ln.
Don't answer. Pauline.

- He woke up just after l called you.
- Out.

- ln.
- [inhales]

- Out.
- [exhales]

- How are you feeling now?
- Not so good, Doc.

Awake at night
and sleep during the day?

Yeah.

- You been taking drugs, Al?
- No.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

What's wrong with him?

Your lymph glands are slightly swollen.

Did you get bitten by any insects
while you were away?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Uh, this one itches like crazy.
- Don't scratch it.

Yes, that looks like the tsetse fly.

- Have there been any mood swings?
- Have there ever.

l think it could be
East African sleeping sickness.

It�s quite interesting.
The fly bites through the skin

and parasites are injected
into the blood. Once inside,

they replicate
as they make their way to the brain.

Eventually invading
the whole central nervous system.

Pauline, can you take a blood sample?

Uh...

- You sure you know what you're doing?
- Hush. l did a course.

Got a certificate and everything.

But Doc, if he's got this thing,
will it be all right?

Yeah. It�s nasty, but he should be fine.

You'll need injections of melarsoprol.
If that doesn't work,

you need to spend time
in the hospital for tropical diseases.

But I�m hopeful.

Hurry up, Pauline.
l have to be somewhere.

[dog yips]

[sighs]

Tinkle!

Princess Tinkle!

Where are you, baby?

- [indistinct chatter]
- [dance music playing]

- All right, Louisa?
- OK.

- [feedback]
- Before the fun starts,

l want you to look at the person
standing next to you.

Statistics say that one of you
will break the law in the next month.

So be alert.
Later on, we have a raffle.

First prize is a guided tour
of the police station.

- You haven't seen Princess Tinkle?
- Sorry?

- My dog. She's wandered off.
- No.

She's probably out terrorizing
the local boy dogs.

Neither one of us has
had any trouble making friends.

I�ll bet.

Excuse me, l must find my Tinkle.

[Joan] Help! Help, someone! Please!

Please help! Oh, Martin!
I�ve been trying to get a hold of you.

- Put some clothes on.
- l think he's dead!

Please, please, come! Come now!
Now! Now! Come on!

Quick! Quick!

- He's in here. There!
- Hold this.

He's alive. What happened?

- Uh, well, we were just...
- l see.

And, uh, he suddenly had another fit.
But he said his EEG was fine.

It was. How long
has he been unconscious?

l don't know, about a minute.

- l came downstairs to get help...
- Has he been drinking or using drugs?

Martin, we're not teenagers.

Takes pills for hay fever.
That wouldn't do this.

Let me see them.

It�s, uh... vardenafil.

Takes two or three whenever l see him.
Hasn't sneezed once.

This is a drug to help
with erectile dysfunction.

- What?
- 100-milligrams.

You're supposed to take one.
Excessive use leads to seizures.

Mr. Melville! You lied about your
medication and endangered your life!

- You're an idiot!
- Martin!

Stick to the recommended dosage!
Or find another way to pass the time.

Martin, just leave it.

I�ve explained what's going on.
Crowd's under control.

If you need a police escort
or anything...

The ambulance will be here
in a few minutes.

Right. Just 'cause it's a party,
though, doesn't mean I�m off duty.

- Go back inside.
- Right.

Auntie Joan.

I�m sorry about that Oedipus remark.
It was unkind.

No, l think you were probably accurate.

Really?

- Creepy.
- [rattling]

Sir, can you hear me?

Mummy? ls that you?

[up-tempo music plays]

Thank you. You...

- Oh, Martin. How's Mr. Melville?
- He's fine.

Um, l didn't think you'd want to stay.

Right. Have you seen Mrs. Wilson?

- Oh, Martin!
- Mrs. Wilson.

l was thinking about you.
Now, can l get you a drink?

l need to talk to you.

Um, will you excuse us? Yes.

I�ve killed your dog.

- What?
- It was an accident. It got under...

Got under the wheel of my car.
It died instantly.

Uh, l think. You're probably not aware
that as the dog's owner,

it's your responsibility to dispose
of it before it becomes a health...

Oh! We better get some ice on that.

Um, it's fine.

- It was the other cheek.
- Right.

- ls that wine you're drinking?
- Look, Martin,

just because someone's got a glass of
wine, doesn't make them an alcoholic.

So, you know, whatever symptoms
you think you can see...

l was going to ask
if l can get you another glass.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

- [laughter]
- Like this!

[laughing]

[Joe] Settle down. Settle down.

- [feedback]
- Settle down.

- l have the results of the raffle.
- I�m just here for a minute.

Bert's looking after Al.
l want to see who won.

The lucky winner
of prize number four is...

- ...number 52.
- That's me, that's me!

- It was quite a slap she gave you.
- l did run over her dog.

Well, l suppose some people might feel
that she's a little bit, you know,

- um...
- Narcissistic, hypochondriacal

- and extremely annoying.
- Yes.

- [Joe] Number 12.
- Martin, a friend of mine

is in an orchestra. They're
doing a charity concert next week

- and I�ve got two tickets. So...
- Yes.

- Yes?
- If that's an invitation.

Yes, it was.
l should warn you, they are amateurs.

Well, everyone has to start somewhere.

[laughs] Yeah.

Oh! Sorry.

- What are you doing?
- ...license plate Y149ULD.

- That's my car.
- Blocking the fire exit.

So I�ve instructed it to be towed away.

What? No, no, sorry.
I�ve gotta go. Um...

So I�ll see you next week
at the concert then.

- Yes. Yes.
- Bye.