All language subtitles for S09E05 Wild West Country.NTB

I thought I told you
to leave your spots alone.

But they looked horrible.

I also told you
to stop using make-up.

I thought you were joking
about that.

Why would I joke about that?

Make-up clogs the pores, which leads
to a build-up of oil and bacteria,

which leads to acne
and inflammation.

It's been two weeks,
and my skin still looks rubbish.

Those pills you gave me
aren't working.

Why do you come here
if you won't listen to me?

I told you, doxycycline
can take up to three months

to become effective.

But three months is ages.

I'm going to be a social piranha.

- Those pills are giving me
headaches too. - They shouldn't.

When did that start?

- Doc.
- Whoa!

Joe, I told you
not to go barging in.

Doc, you need to come.
Someone's been shot.

- Where?
- I don't know.

It's not life-threatening,
so I'm guessing the buttocks.

He means what place.

Oh, Casworon Farm.

Come on, Doc.
I'll drive you up there.

- I was here first.
- I have an emergency.

Make another appointment
for this afternoon.

Morning, Bert.

Just to let you know, I've got
a "for sale" sign to put up outside.

Now, give me a minute here.
We agreed a deal with Ken.

Well that "deal" is null and void,

now he's playing a harp
up on a cloud somewhere.

What's happening?

The pub was left to Ken's sister,
and she wants to sell.

It's, it's not all bad news though.

In line with Ken's wishes,
it won't be sold to a brewery.

Only offers from an individual,

and preferably local,
will be considered.

Like us?

Like you...

Now you're talking.

But with deeper pockets, I imagine.

Have a look at that.

I'll be in touch.
Cheery bye.

There he is.

Where's the patient?

Over here.

In there.

I see.

Where's the wound?

My leg.

Right, I'm going to have to cut your
trousers so I can get at the injury.

What happened?

What happened
is that psychopath shot me.

No. The gun went off,

and maybe he got hit,

but it was an accidental discharge.

It does sound like you shot him,
Dennis.

If I'd shot him,
I wouldn't have called you.

He's just trying to cover for
the fact that I caught him stealing.

Shush!
What's your name?

Robert. Robert Brook.

- Are you in any pain?
- I've been shot!

Yes, I'm in pain.

Right,
the bullet has grazed your thigh.

It's a superficial wound, I think.
So, you've been lucky.

Lucky!

I suppose I should be thankful
I wasn't shot twice.

You're overreacting.

It's a two two.

It's practically harmless.

If that had pierced the muscle
or the bone,

it could have been
extremely serious.

I'll put a dressing on the wound,

but I want you to come
to my surgery.

Then you want to be arresting him.
He was stealing my eggs.

- That's ridiculous.
- Been happening for weeks.

It's nothing to do with me.

All I wanted to do
was buy some eggs.

- Are you making an arrest or not?
- Yes, I am.

Good.

Dennis Thorpe, you're under arrest
for firearms offences.

Second collar this month, Doc...
I'm on a roll.

We could never buy this place.

We can't get enough for a deposit,
never mind financing a loan.

We need some venture capital.

An investor.

She's already said no!

Ruth has backed us before,
we just need to change her mind.

Must be hard for you boys.

This place has practically
become your home.

Caitlin? This is
a private discussion. So...

The goal posts have shifted
now that Ken's gone.

It's still a bad idea.

Well, at least it is an idea.

Which is more than you've had, boy.

Is this going to take long?

You've been shot in the leg.
You're gonna need treatment.

And I'm gonna need
a statement from you.

I'd really rather not.
I'm on holiday.

I'd prefer to return to my camp.

You should've thought of that before
you tried to steal eggs from me!

You're making a big mistake here.

Stay there.

I got you. Lean on me.

Right, Dennis Thorpe,
let's get you processed.

I don't think this online
calculator's working.

I thought I'd be able to borrow
three times as much.

Well, if you lie about how much you
earn then they'll lend you more.

I think they check, though, Dad.

Then we'll have to think
of something else.

Can you tell me, in your own words,

your recollection of events
at Casworon Farm

the morning of Tuesday the 26th,
at approximately 0900 hours?

I heard the chickens squawking.

Normally they don't make much noise
unless there's a problem,

which there was,
someone trying to steal eggs.

Allegedly trying to steal eggs.

And that someone was Robert Brook?

Says he was trying to buy 'em,
it's nonsense.

I've got signs up
all over the place.

"Private property. No entry."
Bugger off."

- And you live there alone?
- Yeah. 20 year now.

When you came out the farmhouse,
you had the two two with you?

I thought it might be a fox.

Then I saw him with the eggs,

so I went to fire off
a warning shot.

You didn't think to speak to him
instead?

If I wanted to speak to people,

I wouldn't have signs up
telling 'em to keep out.

Next thing I know,

the gun goes off, accidentally,

and hits him in the leg.

Are we done here?

What? No.

We've just started.

It's cos of nosy idiots like you
that I don't come off the farm much.

Sorry...

If you could possibly lay off
the insults whilst we're recording,

it makes me sound bad.

Although, if you wanted,

you could mention how swiftly,

and professionally,

I dealt with the situation.

Anything further to add?

Not really, no.

Do you have any other firearms?

- Couple of shotguns.
- Have you got a license for them?

Dunno.
Somewhere.

- I'll need to see it.
- Is that it?

For the moment.

You'll be released
under investigation,

but I'll have to confiscate
your guns and your passport.

You won't be allowed
to travel abroad.

Wouldn't worry about that.

Furthest I've ever been is Torquay.

Is it nice? Torquay.

I've always wanted to go there.

Well, this should drain
any excess fluid out.

How long are you staying here?

I'll need to take the drain out
tomorrow.

Just a few weeks.

Camping.

Getting away from it all.

Bit of peace and quiet,

until this happened.

These stitches'll need
to come out in about ten days.

While I'm here, can I ask you
about my stomach pains?

How long have you had them?

I'm not sure, but they've been
getting a lot worse.

Pull up your shirt.

- Any tenderness when I press here?
- No.

Here?

- Here?
- Yes.

Does the pain come in spasms?

- Any loss of appetite?
- I haven't been eating much.

On a scale of one to ten,
how much pain are you in?

Maybe a six. A seven!

All right, pull your trousers up.
And hop off there.

I'll need you to come back tomorrow
for a scan.

Well, I was hoping to spend
some time on my own.

- Can't we just do it now?
- No.

You're coming in tomorrow
to have the drain removed anyway,

I'll do it then.

Doc got you patched up all right?

Er, yes.

Make up a follow-up appointment
for the patient tomorrow, please.

You'll need to fill out
a temporary-patient form.

You're my first gunshot case...

Is it OK if I put
my Bristol address?

- Yeah. That's fine.
- Well, second really.

But first one, I shot myself,

so I don't really count that.

Can I give you a lift
to your campsite?

Er, no! No camping.

That needs to be kept clean and dry.

Daryll Hannah. Go through.

I don't have anywhere to stay
around here.

Or a change of clothes.

And my wallet's back there.

We'll sort something out.

I can grab some clothes
from lost property.

Don't worry, I'll look after you,

you're my star witness.

10:50 tomorrow.

Thank you.

Al?

Can you get a room for Mr Brook?

Fella's had quite a time of it.

He was shot.

- Shot?
- Big case.

Firearms.

Might make it onto the news,
if I'm lucky.

Idiot farmer didn't realise
I was buying eggs.

Look, I'm sorry, but as I explained
to the policeman,

I don't have any money on me.

Well, we can start a tab
and, erm, settle up later.

That's what I said.
And get him some food on me.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'm sure we've got funds
for this sort of thing.

Witness protection.

Protection?
Why, am I in danger...?

No. No.
I don't know why I said that.

I'm a bit over-stimulated.

Right, well, I'll pop back later
and see how you're getting on.

- Well, let's get you settled, sir.
- Thank you.

SHOT shot?

Martin, are you OK?

I just heard what happened.

What happened?
Where are you going?

I heard there was a shooting.
Everyone's talking about it.

Multiple injuries.

One man was shot with a rifle.
It's a minor injury, though.

Oh. Small-town gossip.
I should know better by now.

I see Buddy's found his friend.
I'm just picking up James.

- I'll see you later.
- Yes.

- What are you doing in the sun.
- I'm just having some chips.

I told you, doxycycline leaves
your skin extra sensitive to sun,

you could get a rash or severe burn.

I think you're being
a bit over dramatic, Doc.

Can't expect her to hide away
forever.

Be quiet!

Did you make
a follow-up appointment?

Not yet, no.

Come to the surgery
this afternoon.

And keep out of the sun.
Honestly!

- I don't know why I bother.
- Tosser!

Oh... Go away.

Go away.

Someone's got a new friend.
Or a first friend, to be exact.

Yeah. Who is that?
I don't recognise him.

Oh, that'll be my son, Arthur.

It seems our children
are somewhat simpatico.

You should arrange a play date.
It'd be good for them.

Yeah, yeah,
we should do that sometime.

I'll host if you like.

Bit creepy at your place.
With all those coffins.

The children can play in them.
The open ones anyway!

That was a joke.

And the surgery wouldn't
be suitable, obviously,

because of Martin's patients
and all their illnesses and things.

You could have it here.

Place is empty
after nursery finishes.

Yeah, yeah, OK. Thanks, Mel.

Great. Well, how about tomorrow?

Erm, yeah.

So, what time should I pick him up?

The two of you
would be supervising the play date.

- Obviously.
- Obviously. Yeah.

Is it bad?

You have photodermatitis, from your
antibiotic reacting in the sun.

Just like I told you it would.
Imagine that!

Well, Rose thought
it would dry out my spots.

Rose isn't a doctor.

I wasn't enjoying it anyway.
Sun was making my headache worse.

Or it's those pills you gave me.

It won't be the pills.
How long have you had the headaches?

A couple of weeks.

And I get like...fuzzy eyes.
Things are blurred.

Why didn't you mention this before?
Take a seat.

I was going to, but I didn't get
the chance. You ran out.

Any other symptoms?

Yeah, I get this, like,
water sound thing in my ear.

It gets kind of loud, then quiet.

Like, whoosh!

Be quiet.

There are signs of papilledema.
I want you to have a scan.

You think I'm pregnant?

- A brain scan.
- Oh...

No, wait, that's worse!

Papilledema is a swelling
of the optic nerve

due to increased pressure
in the brain.

- How bad is that?
- That's what the scan will tell us.

Could be caused by
a number of things.

Like a tumour?

Er, yes, that is a possibility.

You're saying
I might have a brain tumour.

I'm saying it's a possibility.

It could just as easily be
central retinal vein occlusion,

or optic neuritis,
or diabetic papillopathy...

Oh, God.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Put your head between your knees.

I'll try and get you
an appointment in the morning,

then come and see me
in the afternoon.

- All right.
- Good.

Well, you scrub up well.

I'd look better
if I hadn't been shot.

Still, decent of that policeman
to bring a change of clothes.

Not that I need charity.

Ah, Mr Brook,
I'll, er, just get your food.

Let me get you a drink.

On the house.

I don't want to trouble you.

Oh, whisky, single malt.

A double would hit the spot.

At least there's something
to remember Portwenn by.

That's very generous, Bert.
And unexpected.

Now, the local pub
is the heart of the community.

You're so right, Bert.

Will you stop standing and gawping?
Go, shoo.

Here.

Here he is.

The man who's gonna help break the
biggest case in Portwenn since...

Well, since forever.

Sausage and mash,
extra onion rings, double fried egg.

Do you mind if I have a bite to eat
while we talk?

So, this claim Dennis is making,
that you're stealing eggs.

That's rubbish.

I was only choosing
which ones to buy.

Well, he says there are signs up
saying stay off his property.

OK, well, say that I'm the kind
of man to steal eggs.

That I woke up one day
and decided to be a thief.

Would that justify my being shot?

Well, no.

But he says it was an accident.

Bloody good shot for an accident.

- So you say you're from Bristol.
- Uh-huh.

And what do you do for a living?

What does that matter?

Well, it's background.
Always useful.

Married? Kids?

Just a wife.

I work for an accountancy firm,
it's very stressful,

and I decided to get away
on a camping trip.

She didn't wanna come with you?

No. She doesn't like the outdoors.

Is that against the law?

Are you all right?

No, I'm in pain,
I'm in pain from being shot

by the man you should be
interrogating instead of me.

All I need from you is
an official statement tomorrow

and I can bring him to justice.

Don't worry, I'm all over it.

You not enjoying that?

No, no, it's, it's fine.

Like a mouse,
she's always behind me.

Now, will you shoo? Shoo!

So sorry.

I forgot to tell you, James has
got his first play date tomorrow,

with Arthur.

- Who's Arthur?
- You know, Julia's son.

- Who's Julia?
- The undertaker.

Oh, right.

What is it?

Erm, you didn't ovulate last month,

and I've had your anti-Mullerian
hormone test back.

It shows a diminished
ovarian reserve.

What does that mean?
That I won't be able to conceive?

No. Low reserve's not
an indicator of quality,

but it is a sign of a declining
level of fertility.

Do you know, I'm starting to feel
more like your patient,

rather than your wife?

And after I've lit all these candles
and everything.

- Because?
- Well, you know...

It's romantic.

And just in case we're gonna...

you know.

Because, Martin,
it's the right time.

It's not optimum time...

Can we not use words like "optimum"?

It makes this all feel
like some sort of experiment.

But your fertility's
important to us.

Yeah, so maybe we should go
and see a fertility specialist.

They'll only tell you
the same as me.

But I don't need to wake up
next to them, do I?

And strange as it may seem to you...

I'd rather not everything connected
to this was so clinical.

I suppose a fresh pair of eyes
couldn't do...

Yes, please don't talk.

Just put the "sold" sign
on the banner.

- What?
- It's sold?

Well, subject to contract.

Who to? We never even got
a chance to submit a bid.

The buyer is confidential.

You had the same chance
as everyone else.

We've got a right to know.

I am sorry, I am not at liberty
to reveal her name.

She'll be coming by at 4pm today.
I'll catch you then.

This is a disaster.
Right before the wedding as well!

What are we gonna do?

Remember your blood pressure, right.
Keep calm.

Did you hear what she said?

Yes, someone has bought the pub,
so we're finished.

"I'm not at liberty to reveal
her name."

"Her name."

A woman's bought it.
And we all know who that is, right?

Think about it.

Mr Brook.
How are you feeling?

I've been shot,
stranded in this village,

and I've never felt so ill.

I was only being polite.

I'm sorry. I've had
a rather stressful 24 hours.

I'll show you through to the doc.

Right.

That's good, yep,
that's healing well.

I'll take out the drain.

How's it been feeling?

Erm, sore.

- What about your abdominal pain?
- Worse.

D'you ever feel that life is
punishing you, day in, and day out?

No.
I'll give you an ultrasound scan.

That won't tell us everything,
so I'll take some blood as well.

- All right.
- Are you sure about this?

Last time, she made it very clear
she didn't want to get involved.

That was then, this is now.

We need to be on the front foot.

This is our future
we're talking about.

I wasn't expecting company.

I thought it best
we come to see you.

- Now, see these small dark areas?
- Yes.

These are diverticulae.

They're little pouches that have
developed in your intestine.

When they become inflamed,
it's called diverticulitis.

Whatever it is, it's bloody painful.

Oh, yeah, it would be.
Here clean yourself up.

I'll prescribe an antibiotic.

And when your intestines
had a chance to recover,

you'll have to go on
a high-fibre diet

to prevent the condition
reoccurring.

The best thing you can do is just
go home and rest up for a while.

Metronidazole and co-amoxiclav.

Can I pick that up here?

No. You have to get it
from the pharmacy.

No alcohol at all
while you're taking those.

Make an appointment
with the receptionist.

Does that mean I have to stay
another night?

Yes, of course you do. I have
to talk you through your results.

Right...

Right.

Let's get you down the station
for that statement.

Turns out I need to make another
appointment for tomorrow.

Er, nine o'clock?

Er, yes.

Right, then, it'll all be over soon,

and you can get
back to your normal life.

Thank you.

Oh, thanks.

We just wanted to say thank you.

I know you've not done it for us,

but I can assure you

that we will do everything
to help make it a success.

Well, that's awfully nice of you,
Bert.

But I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

He thinks you've bought the pub.

Well, I haven't.

I think I'd have noticed.

There's a confidentiality clause,
I suspect.

- Not to worry.
- No, I really haven't.

Are you sure?

I give you my word.

I don't have any money to pay
for these antibiotics.

Can you lend me some?

Er, there.

- You can square up later.
- Thank you.

- Let's get this done first.
- Yes.

Statement of Robert Joshua Brook.

The time is 11:43...

11:44.

Can you tell me where you were
on the morning of Tuesday the 26th,

at approximately oh 900 hours?

- I was trying to buy some eggs
from the farmer. - This man?

For the tape,
I am showing Robert Joshua Brook

a photo of Dennis James Thorpe.

Yes.

Er, he came out of his farmhouse
shouting at me,

so I turned to get away,

and then he shot me, in the leg.

So, he shot you?

Yes.
You know that he did.

- And you weren't stealing the eggs?
- No, of course not.

- And you think he deliberately
shot you? - Yes, I do.

Great.
I mean... Not "great".

Terrible.
But it's good for the case.

Now I'll need some personal details.

If you could fill in your
home address, and contact numbers.

Probably go to court.

You'll get a go in the witness box.

I might have to get up
and make a statement myself.

Might even make the papers.

I would like to amend my statement.

It is possible that the farmer
didn't mean it on purpose.

No, that's not what you said.

I was confused.

I think he fired a warning shot.

He said the weapon
accidentally discharged.

Yes, that right.
Accidental discharge.

I do not wish to press any charges
as a result.

You're my star witness.

In fact, you're my only witness.

And if you are saying
it was an accident...

Then my career-defining case

now becomes confiscation
of a gun license.

Well...
It's the truth.

It's the truth that matters,
isn't it?

I want those clothes back.

Next patient, please.

Emily Burnett,
but she's not here yet.

Doc, you have to come and see her.

She's totally freaking out.

- Who are you?
- Rose Tingley.

Some people call me Tingles,
but I don't really like it.

- Why are you here?
- I'm Emily's housemate.

She went for that scan this morning,

and the hospital wouldn't tell her
anything about it,

because she's probably dying,

and now she's locked herself
in her room.

She needs to come to the surgery.

She won't, that's the problem.

I've got her scan results.

And you don't have a patient
for half an hour.

All right, I'll go and see her.

You OK, Bert?

Well, apart from being homeless,

The pub has been sold out
from under us.

Oh, dear, that is a shame.

Do you know who has bought it?

- What, the pub?
- Yeah.

Oh, I haven't heard a thing.

Well, they say it's someone local.
A woman.

- Might be Ruth.
- No, it's not Ruth.

I'm sorry, I need to pick up
this prescription.

Oh. You're the one that was shot.

Most of us round here don't approve
of shooting strangers.

Thank you.

I'm afraid
I have to stay another night.

- Doctor's orders.
- You're most welcome.

- There we are.
- And these, please.

Oh. 11.90, please.

Oh. I only have £10.
I'll put this back.

No, no, no.

Let's call it ten, shall we?

- Really?
- Hmm.

After all you've been through.

And that's for you.

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

Right, boys.

You've got the whole place
to yourselves.

Oh. Thanks for this, Mel.

No problem.

I think it could really help James
with his social skills.

I'll get you some tea,

and I've got some leftover cake
and bits.

James' social skills are fine.

Oh, yeah.
I'm sure they are.

He's, er...

He's just a bit selective,
that's all.

Gemma?

Emily!

Emily?

What?

I have got your test results.

Who is that?

It's Dr Ellingham.
Can you open...?

- It's the doc!
- I don't want to know!

Your scan is normal.

- What?
- It's normal.

- Normal?
- Yes, normal.

- Really?
- Yes.

See? Told you that you were
worrying about nothing.

Total drama queen.

Well, the scan was normal, but that
doesn't explain the papilledema.

- Unfortunately, you're going to have
a lumbar puncture. - What's that?

It measures the pressure
of your cerebrospinal fluid.

I'll refer you,
but there's about a week wait.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

They get this giant needle
and stab you in the spine.

- What?!
- They don't.

It's a very fine needle, it's
a completely painless procedure.

Well, then can we not just do it now
and get it over with?

No. It ought to be done
in a hospital.

Oh, I just went!
Look, I cannot take this.

I can't take it either.

Please, Doc,
she's gonna be like this all week.

Something's wrong with me,
I know it, I'm dying.

There's not!
Doc, please do something.

Shut up. Shut up!

Come to my surgery.
I'll do it this afternoon.

- I'll bring her up later, Doc.
- Four o'clock.

I think I need another car!

- Oh, would you like some cake?
- Oh, thank you.

You know, I didn't speak at all
for the first four years.

My parents sent me
to all kinds of doctors.

But they couldn't find
anything wrong with me.

What happened?

One day I just asked for some milk.

I suppose I didn't have
anything to say till then.

Well, children develop
at different rates.

I've been learning all about that
as part of my course.

Is that why you're studying?

Because James is...?

James is what?

Well, er, I feel a bit odd...

Are you OK?

I-I... I can't breathe.

Mel!

I just need you in here a minute!
Mel!

My mouth's gone numb.

- OK, have some water.
- Thanks.

What's wrong with her?

I don't know. I think it
might be an allergic reaction.

- Do you have any allergies?
- Cats.

Have you got an adrenaline pen?

- No.
- We've got one.

I'll get it.

Sandra, can you take the boys
to play outside, please?

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

In through the nose.
Just breath nice and slowly.

- My face is burning up.
- OK.

Mel!

Coming!

- Give it here.
- I'll do it.

Oh, my God!

Get another one!

I can't breathe.

- Louisa.
- Hello.

So, I told Mel to get
an adrenaline pen.

Then Julia tried to grab it
and Mel stabbed me.

She was obviously
trying to stab Julia,

- but she stabbed me instead.
- What?

And now Julia's swollen up
like a beetroot balloon,

so you better get here fast,

because she needs help,
and I feel a bit weird.

- Where are you?
- Tots!

You know. Portwenn Tots!
Please hurry!

In through the nose,
out through the mouth,

in through the nose...

Out through the mouth.

In through the nose,
out through the mouth...

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

- Have you had
an adrenaline injection? - Yes.

Oh, you mean her? Yes!
Her too.

Help her get her coat off.

Sandra has taken the boys
out to play.

I feel like I'm talking a lot.
Am I?

Er, a little, yes.

I'll give you another shot
of adrenalin.

Looks like you've had
a severe allergic reaction,

and your breathing
hasn't recovered yet.

Definitely not feeling right at all,
no.

That's the effect
of the adrenaline pen.

Martin, do you like being a doctor?

Yes...

All you have to do to keep your job
is to be nice and polite

to these people
that they send to test you,

but you just can't seem to do it,
can you?

And I know we talk about how James
needs to learn to socialise,

but the apple doesn't fall
that far from the tree, does it?

Louisa, try and calm down,
you're winding yourself up.

Here, breathe in deeply
into the paper bag.

Get some carbon dioxide
back into your bloodstream.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

But what are we thinking?
Trying for another child now.

We could both could be unemployed
in a year!

- Are you gonna lose your job?
- What are you allergic to?

Cats. And she didn't speak
until she was four.

- Keep breathing into the bag.
- I have hay fever.

And what have you eaten today?

Just homemade soup.
Oh, and cake.

- Cake?
- Cake.

No, not cake, banana bread.

That horrible sweaty cake

which has been left out in the sun
for too long.

I'm talking a lot,
but I can't seem to stop myself.

Just keep breathing into the bag.

No way. You bought it?!

- Dad.
- Caitlin?

Seemed like a good investment.

Now, are you absolutely sure
that it is was her, and not Ruth?

Definitely Caitlin, yes, yes.

I've still got the shop to run,

so all that will be different is
the licensee's name over the door.

You can stay on as manager.

And as for you, Bert...

It's just possible that I may have
been a bit sharp with you

on a few occasions recently,

but it's only because I've been
very focused on the job.

I was about to say you can
continue as assistant manager.

Who knows, there may be a wage hike.

If we get all the books in order,

and make sure we're all focused
on the business side of things.

Hmm. Yep.

Have you ever had any other
allergic reactions before?

Er...

Rubber gloves used to bring me out
in a rash, so I stopped using them.

I use nitrile gloves
for my work now.

Hmm, well, a latex allergy
would fit with your reaction.

I didn't eat any gloves!

No, but there were bananas
in the cake that you ate yesterday

and latex and bananas
have similar proteins.

Oh, I wouldn't have made
that connection.

- Do you think I could be atopic?
- It's quite possible.

Er, you'll have triggers
that would increase the reactions.

- Such as?
- Stress is a common one.

Oh, I'm not that stressed.

Although...

I have just been through a
protracted and rather messy divorce

and moved to a new village,
and a new house,

and taken over the family business,

with a small child in tow...

Oh, funny how things sound worse

when you say them out loud,
isn't it?

I'll write you a prescription
for an antihistamine,

but I want you to come back
in a week

for a full allergy screening test.

You must stop taking
the antihistamine

three days before I do the test
so that I get clear results.

Is that understood?

Thank you, Doctor Ellingham.

- So, can I put you on my list?
- What list?

List of two GPs I need

to fill in the Crematorium Forms
for the deceased.

You used to do it for my uncle?

- Yes. Yes, of course.
- He was a terrible bore.

Did either of your parents
practice medicine?

My father was a surgeon.
Is that relevant?

I just think it's fascinating,

how we all follow in the tradition
of our families.

You're healing the sick,

and I'm making sure
they're disposed of correctly.

Sorry, I've spent too much time
with my small child and a dog,

I think I'm starved
of intelligent adult conversation.

Well, thank you for this,
Doctor Ellingham.

You're welcome.

The anaesthetic
should have taken effect now.

Can you feel that?

No.

Squeeze my hand.

Tell me when it's going in.

Just try to relax.

- Tell me when.
- Keep still.

I am still.
Just don't do it until I'm ready.

It's OK, Em.

- All done.
- What?

Lie there, keep completely still
for 45 minutes.

You got WiFi here?

- Yes.
- So...

Password?

- It's not for patients.
- That's not fair!

You can't expect us
just to sit here and do nothing.

Read that.

Come in.

- Your food.
- Oh, thank you.

Are you OK?

I still have a sore stomach,
but the doctor gave me antibiotics.

I'm sure it'll shift soon.

Let me know if you need anything.

Is that the bill?

So far, yeah.

Yeah, we're under new management,

so we're keen to settle
any outstanding debts ASAP.

I have a doctor's appointment
tomorrow,

and the policeman is taking me up to
the campsite and I'll get my wallet.

Oh, great.
Well, I'll leave you to it.

- Al, can you get Mr Brook for me?
- You're too late.

I checked his room earlier.
But he's not here.

He must have gone to the doc,
he looked terrible last night.

Oh. I said I'd take him.

Well, guess he decided
to get a head start.

Oh, Doc, I did it!

Got the letter this morning.

You are looking at a fully-qualified
first responder.

- Congratulations.
- Do I get a title?

Like doctor.

I mean, not doctor,
but you know...something else.

- No.
- Oh.

Well, at least I got a certificate.

Portwenn Surgery.

Here to pick up Robert Brook.

He's not here.

Erm, Doc, it's the lab for you.

- So, has he been and gone already?
- He hasn't been here.

That's a complete waste of my time.

We need to find Mr Brook.

Why?
Does he owe you money too?

No, his inflammatory markers
are high.

It's very likely that he has sepsis.

We need to get him
to a hospital as soon as possible.

Didn't he say he was staying at some
campsite. Which one?

Dennis Thorpe will know.
Come on, Doc.

What do you want now?

Do you know where Mr Brook
is camping?

I'm sick of you people hassling me.

He's extremely ill.
We need to find him.

He's a bloody thief,
that's what he is.

Doc, allow me.

Dennis, we need to find him now

or there is a very good chance
he might die,

which means you'd be looking
at a manslaughter charge.

So...?

If it were me,
I'd camp at Burly Woods,

there's water and shelter there.

Oh, come on!

Robert!

Robert!

Over here.

Oh, good grief.

Is this your campsite?
It's a dump.

What are you doing here?

I need to get you
into intensive care.

I think you have sepsis.

Penhale. Get the Land Rover,

bring it as close
as you possibly can.

If it's left untreated, it can lead
to multiple organ failure and death.

- Is that cos I shot him?
- Yes.

No. It's a severe abdominal
infection.

He's left it way too late
to get it treated.

It doesn't matter,
I don't want to go on.

Oh, for God sake, shut up!

I'll give you a stronger antibiotic.

How long you been living here?

Couple of months.

I lost my job not so long ago,

and my marriage wasn't working out.

And then, I don't know...

Debts, bills,
I couldn't afford the rent...

Aye, I know what it's like
to have nothing.

Oh, for God's sake. Hold this.

Right, help me get him up.

- You got him?
- Yep.

The eggs...

You were gonna buy them.

I know.

Right, come on.

Is there really absolutely nobody
you can turn to.

No, not really.

Sometimes it's easier
just to give up.

That's cheery...

I'm not gonna be able to settle up
at the pub.

Or pay you back.

It's gonna take some time.
I'm sorry.

Don't worry.
We'll sort something out.

And you can still testify
against you-know-who.

No.

I was never going to.

Oh...

I er, I had a thought.

If you need a place for a few weeks,
get back on your feet, like...

I've got a spare room.

Providing you don't talk much,
and stay out of my way.

No, no,
you're trying to influence him.

That's witness tampering.

It sounds like a good solution
to me,

if the room is clean and hygienic.

My house is very hygienic!

Although I could give it
a quick wash and tidy up.

Well, I've never been
one for charity...

Thank you.

So, you have idiopathic
intracranial hypertension.

It's a build-up of pressure
around the brain.

Oh, my God!

Calm down.

How can I calm down?
I have pressure on my brain.

- Is it gonna explode?
- No. And that's not helpful.

It can be treated.

I'll put you on acetazolamide
to bring the swelling down,

and you can keep taking
your acne medication with this.

But long term, I think we need
to talk about your diet.

Doc, are you body shaming her?
Cos that is so not on.

Maybe let him finish?

Only looking out for you.

I know, but he probably just
wants me to cut down

on my fat and salt intake?

Yes, that's correct.

And keep a record of your headaches
and how severe they are.

And come back and see me in a month.

Can I start wearing make-up again?

- No.
- Aw.

Well, thanks, Doc.

That's for you.

Oh, what are you cooking?

- Trout.
- Do you want some help?

No, I know how to fillet a fish,
Martin.

Yes.

I've been looking up
some fertility specialists.

Erm, it's quite a broad field.

I've provisionally made us an
appointment with one,

a Dr Emma Ryder.

Oh, good. Thank you.

She's highly qualified, published.

Use the flat of the knife against
the fish's backbone to guide it.

I know.

- It's a bit of a mess, isn't it?
- Yeah, well...

It's probably the adrenaline
from my accident, Martin.

No.
It would have worn off by now.

Fine. Well, you finish it.

Do you have a spare fish?

Yeah...

We mustn't let the GMC fire you.

Why, are they going to fire me?

No firm decision has been made yet.

But I'd say the prognosis
isn't good.

Louisa, I hope your patients

aren't going to obstruct
the business of the surgery.

We call them clients, not patients.

Let me take you out on the waves.

Work off some of that tension.

You've got a heart of gold, Doc.

Some people would see a man
like that tarred and feathered,

dragged through the streets.