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Shut up.

Would you stop leaving
food on my doorstep?

Oh! Was the lasagna
not to your liking?

Would you prefer a fish stew?

I am quite capable of
preparing my own meals.

And your food is
attracting that dog.

Dr. Ellingham, I am
just trying to support you

through this difficult time.

Oh, well, uh, thank
you, Dr. Ellingham!

Um, your order will
be ready by lunchtime!

What's happened?
Why have you stopped?

His blanket's slipped.

What? Is he cold?

Morning, James.

That's too loud. You'll
damage your hearing!

- Listen to me!
- Hey!

What are you doing? You perv.

That's charming, isn't
it? Absolutely charming.

No.

Not you. Stay there.

No, no, no, no. Stay there.

No!

Stay out! Horrible dog!

No! No! Get...

Ah! Get!

- Morning.
- Get me a vet.

- Why?
- I want that dog put down.

There's nothing wrong with him.

They won't put him down just
because you asked them to.

No. Just get me a vet, and
don't let that filthy, stinking animal

back in my surgery.

I'll take him myself
at the end of the day.

- Are you ready, Martin?
- Yes.

- I was just waiting for you.
- Good.

Shall we go in?

There is still seven
minutes to our appointment.

Oh, I'm sure she won't mind.

- Martin.
- What?

What if he recognizes us?

- Morning!
- Hello.

Yes, so w-we did try the...
Um, the hugging exercises.

How did it go?

Well, Martin has a little
trouble with spontaneity.

- So do you.
- This isn't about me, Martin.

Have you given Martin's
blood phobia any more thought?

I have, yes.

Good. Because we'd love to hear
your ideas, wouldn't we, Martin?

Yes.

Very often, a fear of blood
can stem from control issues.

From what I've observed of you,
Martin, you're clearly someone

who likes to be in
control at all times.

I believe the sight
of blood brings about

a psychological
feeling of loss of control,

and it's this feeling
that manifests itself

in your physical reactions
of nausea and vomiting.

I disagree. It was when
I started to recognize

the patients I was operating on

as genuine human
beings and not just bodies.

I still think there may be
another underlying cause.

Which is?

Your inability to deal with
people may display itself

as a desire, a need, to
be in control at all times.

So, what can Martin
do? Practically?

There is no quick fix.

Patterns of behavior
take time to break.

However, there is one exercise
I would recommend you both try.

Both?

Martin, do you feel safe
when you are with Louisa?

Yes.

Then I would like you to
hand over control to Louisa

for an activity of her choosing.

What sort of activity?

Whatever Louisa decides.

I-I don't think Martin's
going to get on very well

- with that.
- I don't think so.

Do you think it could be
possible you sometimes ask

things of him you know
he'll struggle to complete?

What, y-you think I want
Martin to let me down?

As a defense
mechanism, possibly.

Your constant
disappointment in him

protects you from
getting too close.

So you think I'm not fully
committed to this relationship?

I'm saying I think it would
be empowering for you

to take charge.

Once you've
chosen your activity,

I want you to make it very
clear what you want from him.

Stick with it,

Don't feel pressured
or dissuaded

from doing what you want.

And what do I do?

Your role is simple, Martin.

You need to do exactly
as Louisa instructs,

without trying to take over.

Thanks for coming. It's
been sticking for a while,

and this morning
I couldn't close it.

Ah. It's not a big job.

I think the hinges
just need tightening.

I didn't know who else
to call, and, well, I know

you're not exactly rushed
off your feet at the moment

with the B&B.

Yeah, don't I know it?

- You busy?
- I'm doing an analysis

of the risk factors between
male and female serial offenders.

- Is that so?
- It's for a talk I'm giving

for a forensic-psychiatry
conference next week.

I thought the doc wanted
you to cut down on your work.

Martin's not the only
doctor in the family.

Well, that should do it.

And speaking of family,
when's your father moving on?

He hasn't told me his plans.

I don't want him to
become a permanent fixture.

I know. I know. I
have asked him,

but, uh, it's impossible
to get a straight answer.

Why don't I ask him?

Okay.

Thanks.

Janice!

Janice.

Joe.

Wondered if you wanted
to come over on Thursday.

Having one of my
famous barbecues.

Famous?

Oh, yeah. Everyone knows
about the old Penhale pig-out.

Hottest ticket in town.

I've never heard of it.

That's because it's on
a need-to-know basis.

And now you know.

Who else is going?

Well...

Al and Morwenna?

She hasn't said
anything to me about it.

Great. See you then.

- Megan!
- Sorry I'm late.

- It's all right.
- I love you.

- How are you?
- Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

How are you?

Just fill in the patient
registration form,

and then I'll book
you an appointment

for a repeat prescription.

What's he like, the
Doc? Is he nice?

Um...

Doc, this is Mrs. Sparrock.
She's new to the village.

- Right.
- Call me Debbie. Please.

Next patient.

I hope we get on as well
as I did with my last GP.

Dr. Bainbridge was amazing.

He was so supportive, especially
with my daughter's ADHD.

Yes. Lianne...
Perrins. Go through.

Uh, speaking of my Kelly, she's
almost out of her medication.

So I was hoping

you could whip up a quick
repeat prescription for me.

It's methylphenidate,
5 milligrams.

- Mrs...
- "Debbie," please.

Mrs. Please, I won't
be whipping up anything

until "my Kelly's" notes
have come through,

I have read them thoroughly,
examined the patient myself,

and then, only then,
if I'm totally satisfied

that methylphenidate is
the right course of action,

will write you a prescription.

I'll see you then.

So, what do you think?

What?

No, I thought not.

All right. Thanks anyway. Bye.

- Told you.
- What?

I can't find a vet who'll put
Buddy down for no reason.

Right. I'll do it myself.

What?!

Come through.

- This way.
- But, Doc...

- He's going to put Buddy down!
- What?

He means it. He's got
him in there right now.

Martin.

You are not putting
that dog to sleep!

- Why not? Nobody else will.
- He's right. I tried everyone.

The dog is a nuisance,
and it needs to be dealt with.

Put the needle down, please.

You don't have to kill
Buddy to deal with him.

- We can get him rehoused.
- It's not my dog to rehouse.

He's not your
dog to kill, either.

I'm sure we can find
someone to take him in.

Actually, I did speak to one
vet who'll take in anything.

She took in my
auntie's chinchilla.

- What did she say?
- Oh, I-I didn't ask her.

I was just seeing if
she'd put Buddy down.

- It was a firm no.
- Mm.

- Angela Sim, that's her.
- Yes.

Angela is Dr. Sim's daughter.

Oh, well, let's hope she's a
better vet than he was a doctor.

If she takes Buddy in, you'll
never have to see him again.

Fine. Just so long
as you get rid of him.

Slight problem.
I've only got my bike.

Give me the address.

Bringing you mice
again in no time.

- All right. Bye.
- Bye, now.

Dr. Ellingham. Morwenna
said to expect you.

Why don't you come on inside?

Bring him, too.

Come on, Buddy.

Here, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

Oh, t-that's... that's enough

that's enough of that. Oof.

Need to just check him
over before I accept him.

There's nothing wrong with
him. He's a perfectly healthy dog.

How do you know
that? You're not a vet.

No, I'm not.

Mm-hmm.

How are you feeling, Buddy?

Hmm?

I understand your
father was Dr. Sim.

Yes, he was.

The man you have said

misdiagnosed most of
Portwenn for 30 years.

That's right.

I'm surprised that coming
from a medical background,

you chose to
practice holistically.

An animal is made up
of lots of different parts.

If one part isn't
working properly,

then the whole
animal is affected.

- That right?
- Mm.

Buddy has a little
bit of conjunctivitis.

I will treat it with
a herb, Euphrasia.

- Good for you.
- £94.

What?

My fee.

It says on your sign that you
rehouse all unwanted animals

- for free.
- I'm making an exception.

It would have been
cheaper to put him down.

I'm aware that was
your first request.

- Fine.
- Thank you.

What's wrong with your hand?

A dog bit it. It
goes with the job.

Show me.

I'm quite capable of
looking after it myself,

thank you very much.

Now, let's find
you a bed, Buddy.

- Do you want to say goodbye?
- Don't be ridiculous.

Bert?

I'm just coming!

Ruth? What are you doing here?

Thought I'd pay my
sitting tenant a visit.

Well, that is very
kind of you, I must say.

I'm not one for beating
about the bush, Bert.

When do you intend
vacating the premises?

Well, I don't have an
actual date as such,

but I was thinking...

- What's that smell?
- Ooh! I wouldn't go in there.

A still?

Isn't that illegal, Bert?

Don't get mad. I'm trying to
make a little bit of whiskey.

On my land? Without a license?

Steady on. That license
is a bit of a thorny thicket

and, almost certainly, pending.

Do you have a
distilling license or not?

Not as such, no.

- Does Al know about this?
- No.

And please don't go telling him.

I think you've overstayed
your welcome, Bert.

Just a moment, Ruth.

I am onto something
special here,

and this whiskey is made from
the finest Cornish ingredients.

It's gonna make me famous.

It's gonna make
both of us famous.

And as my partner, you'll
share in the profits, eh?

So, what do you say?

Get this enterprise
off my land, Bert.

- Morning, Doc.
- Yes.

Morning, there.

Shouldn't you be in school?

Can't get qualifications
in daydreaming.

Miss? I'm talking to you.

I am a law-enforcement officer,

and you are legally
required to listen to me.

Hello?

Bugger.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Thank you.

Hello. I thought you
were taking Buddy

- up to Angela's?
- I did.

So, why is he in the kitchen,
trying to eat James' breakfast?

What? No! Oh, for God's sake!

Shut up!

That stupid woman
must have let him go.

I'll take him back at lunchtime.

Morwenna, get this
dog and tie it up outside.

- Possible BFT, Doc.
- What?

Blunt force trauma.

Uh, all right. Go through.

Morwenna, get the dog.

Right-o.

Buddy, outside.

Any headaches?
Dizziness? Nausea?

No.

How did it happen?

I don't know. Sat on the wall.

Next minute, I
was on the ground.

Hmm. Has it happened before?

Don't think so.

You don't sound sure.

My ADHD medication makes
me a bit dizzy sometimes.

Name?

Methylphen, something.

Your name, not the medication.

Kelly Sparrock.

Hmm, I met your mother.

You're the perv from yesterday.

I've got a policeman outside.

Stop talking.

So, why do I want to go
to a barbecue at yours?

Everyone's going.

Who's "everyone"?

Janice.

She didn't mention
anything to me about it.

Didn't she?

Who else?

Well... you, if you'll go.

So, me and Janice.

- That's it?
- No.

Gonna ask Al.

I suppose if there's a few
going, I might pop along.

Yes.

How's the patient?

Good job I came
along when I did, eh?

No outward signs of concussion.

I'll give you some literature
on minor head injuries.

There's no need. I'm fine.

Well, if you experience
any headaches or nausea

in the next 24 hours, I
want you right back here.

- Do you understand?
- Okay.

And be more careful
in future, young lady.

Don't want anything
happening to you, now, do we?

I've phoned your mum
and told her what happened.

She's waiting for you at home.

Can I go now?

I'll give you a police escort.

Having a bit of a do
tomorrow night, Doc.

Imagine you will
want to be there.

No.

Morwenna! I told you to take
that dog outside and tie it up!

Okay.

Here, Buddy.

Yeah, that's healing nicely,
but bring her in next week.

- I'll give her a check.
- Thanks, Ang.

Come on, then, Lulu.

Let's get you down. Good girl.

There's a good girl. Good girl.

There's a good girl.

I think I know why she
keeps running away...

She doesn't like her new name.

I get that a lot
with rehomed dogs.

What was her name before, then?

I don't know. She was a stray.

I'd need to spend
more time with her.

Come on.

Off you go.

I shall see you next week.

Appreciate it, Ang.

I paid you £94 to
keep that dog here.

I have no idea how he got out,

and I'm sorry, but I
know why he ran away.

You two have unresolved issues.

What?

Do you actually believe you
can communicate with a dog?

I possess an ability
to do that, yes.

Quiet!

I thought you were a proper vet.

Has anyone ever told
you you're small-minded?

Just because it's beyond
your understanding

doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Oh, for God's sake.

Look, if I see that dog
again, I will euthanize it.

And I would be duty-bound
to report you to the police

if I discovered that anything

has happened to that
perfectly healthy animal.

Who did those stitches?

- I did.
- That wound's infected.

You should come to the surgery

and let me have
a proper look at it.

You are the last
person I'd let treat me.

All right, get another doctor,
but get some antibiotics in you.

I'm perfectly capable of
assessing my own medical needs,

- thank you, Dr. Ellingham.
- Oh!

Yes, I'm sure you are.

- Bert.
- Ruth.

I thought I'd stop by to say
goodbye before I head off to...

Well, to wherever
the road takes me.

Thank you.

To be honest, I thought
you'd offer more resistance.

No, Ruth.

I know when I'm beat.

You've been more
than generous to me,

and I got no complaints
about you... only admiration.

I thought you'd appreciate
the fruits of my labor.

That's very kind.

Well...

I guess I'll be going now.

Goodbye, Bert.

Just popping out.

Oh, that was fast.

Yes, he was tired.

You know that control
thing I'm supposed to do?

Ah. Uh...

yes.

- Good.
- I'm throwing a party.

I see.

For you.

So I just need you
to write a little speech.

I'm inviting around 30 people.

You don't think that's
too many, do you?

Why?

So you can make
some new friends.

Well, some of them you'll
know, of course, but not everyone.

So you'll have to introduce
yourself in the speech,

you know, say who you are.

Well, I'm joking, Martin.

I was actually thinking
about the three of us

having a picnic on the beach.

Oh.

I see.

Well, when?

Well, shall we pick you
up at 6:00 tomorrow?

Will that be okay?

Yes, that's fine.

Good.

Mm.

Come on.

Come on, buddy.

Okay. Come on. Okay.

- Barbecue?
- Be like the old days.

The Portwenn posse
back together again.

The sun shining, a few
beers, a few women.

- What women?
- Janice and Morwenna.

How about it, Al?

I need a wingman to
help me with Janice.

Well, if you like
Janice so much,

why don't you just
ask her out yourself?

It's the uniform. Some
women can't see past it.

This way Janice will get to
see me in a more casual setting,

give her a chance
to see the real me.

You sure that's wise?

Look, Al, I really need this.

Who took you in when
you were homeless, eh?

I'm not really in a party
mood, to be honest.

Make things really difficult for
you... fishing-license checks,

health and safety
certification, that sort of thing.

You wouldn't really do
that, would you, Joe?

I'd have no choice.

Well, nothing else
to do, I suppose.

Great. Thanks.
You're a real mate.

You won't regret this.

I already am.

- Morning.
- Oh, you just caught me.

Another two minutes,
and I'd have been gone.

I came to congratulate
you on your whiskey.

It's not half bad, is it?

Still needs a bit
of work, though.

Yes.

Why whiskey?

I needed to do
something that I loved.

And I do love my whiskey.

I suppose it's as
good a reason as any

to get out of bed
in the morning.

Exactly. We've got great
springwater in Cornwall.

Why should the Scots
have all the market?

The Cornish are Celts, too.

I have read that microbreweries
are becoming popular.

And I could get in on that, eh?

I'm thinking of calling
it "Large Whiskey."

It sounds as if it could
be a sensible venture.

How many people know about this?

Not a soul.

- Can you keep it that way?
- I suppose so. Why?

Keep it quiet,

and I'll give you
another couple of weeks.

I owe you, Ruth. You've
been more than generous.

Do you think you could
stretch it to a month?

No.

Okay.

I'll tell Al that I've
taken pity on you

and given you an extension.

Oh.

Ooh!

Here we are.

Come on.

No, no, Buddy! Buddy!

No, Buddy!

Sparrock.

How's your head?

Do you have any
symptoms of concussion?

No, but I'm worried, Doc.

Kelly keeps having
these accidents.

Do you think it could be
because of her ADHD?

What's this?

It's an e-mail from our
last G.P., Dr. Bainbridge.

I know how long patient
notes take to come through,

so I thought this might
help speed things up a bit.

It's all there... the
fidgeting, lack of attention,

poor performance at school.

It's classic ADHD.

So if you could just write
us up a repeat prescription,

we'll be out of your hair.

What's wrong with your hand?

Your hand. You didn't
have that bandage yesterday.

No. She burned
it on the toaster.

Daydreaming, as usual.

She's always doing that...

Just drifting off in
the middle of things.

"Away with the fairies,"
my mother always says.

How long has she been like this?

- Since forever.
- I am here, you know?

Mm.

And does the ADHD
medication make any difference?

No. Made her more
irritable if anything.

Right. Well, it's a
common side effect.

I want you to breathe
in and out very rapidly.

What?

Breath in and out
as quickly as you can.

Keep it up.

I think your daughter
may be suffering

from a mild form of epilepsy
known as absence seizures.

Not ADHD?

Keep breathing.

It can present similar symptoms.

Oh. There she goes again.

Away with the fairies.

It's a seizure brought
on by the rapid breathing.

What?

What just happened?

Are you all right, love?

Will she be all right?

It's a treatable condition
with the right medication.

And there's every chance
that she'll outgrow the seizures

by early adulthood.

I'll make her an appointment to
have an electroencephalogram.

That should confirm
the diagnosis.

But Dr. Bainbridge was
so sure it was ADHD.

Yes, it's a classic
misdiagnosis.

Once my diagnosis
has been confirmed,

I'll prescribe you
sodium valproate.

That will start to work
within a few days,

and you should notice
a marked improvement

in her ability to concentrate
almost immediately.

Got some coley for
your cats in my van.

No time, Eric. Buddy's
got to see the doc.

Reckon we'll get
some rain later?

Angela! Haven't
seen you for a while.

- How are you?
- Yes, yes!

I'm very well, thanks, Sally.

- Your arm okay?
- Can't stop.

- You off to see the doc?
- Can't stop.

Oh.

Having a barbecue...
Special occasion.

What do you recommend?

How many you barbecuing for?

Four.

Big event, then.

I need something that
says I'm a man of the world,

but I'm still approachable.

Sardines.

Anything more exotic?

Italian sardines?

Perfect.

What are you doing here?

I've got to see the doc!

Is it an emergency?

Are you all right?

It's private.

Okay.

What's that dog doing here?

Why did you redecorate?

It was much nicer
when we lived here.

Have you still got that dresser
in the kitchen? I loved that.

Have you come to have your
stitches looked at properly?

Buddy knows how lonely
and unhappy you are,

and he wants to help you.

You must... You must
let him into your life.

You need Buddy.

You seem agitated.

Please, listen to your dog...

- accept him.
- It's not my dog.

Oh, come on, Doc.

Let him into your life.

Shut up.

I need to examine you.

- There's nothing wrong with me.
- Well...

I just came to
deliver the message.

Come on, Buddy.

Aah.

- Ready?
- Yes.

Don't you want to change
your clothes, Martin?

- We're going to the beach.
- Yes, I know.

Oh.

- What's that?
- I've made a picnic.

No, this is my activity, Martin.

If I wanted you to prepare a
picnic, I would have asked you.

I wasn't sure that I'd
like what you made.

Now you're doing exactly
what you were told not to...

See, you're taking control.

Oh, I don't think this
is such a good idea.

And now you're doing exactly
what Dr. Timoney said you'd do.

I would like you to leave
your picnic behind, Martin,

and escort me and your
son to the beach, please.

Right.

Do you want me
to take your basket?

No, but I would like you
to push James Henry.

- If that's what you want.
- Yes.

- Thank you, Martin.
- After you.

- Cooking again?
- Oh!

Oh, my God, Clive.
Oh, you startled me.

I don't know what
you're up to, Sal.

I'm not up to anything.

And I don't want to know.

I do know that I've not
been the best of husbands,

nor the most attentive,

which might have been
the cause of some of the...

difficulties you've
faced in the past.

But I want that to change.

I'd like us to start
trusting each other again...

to move on, together.

Oh.

I ran away when you most
needed me, Sal, but I'm here.

I came back.

I came back for you.

This will do.

Oh.

Good boy!

Such a good boy!

Oh, look at him.

Mm.

Yeah.

Oh, his bucket
and spade, please.

Yes.

Come on.

Hey! What you looking at?!

- Sunburn. Edema.
- Martin.

- What?
- That swelling on your skin.

- It's caused by sunburn.
- What?

Cover it up.

Make an appointment to
see me as soon as possible.

Pervert!

What a letch.

Tosser.

Right. Yeah.

Here will do.

Uh... well, actually I
think it might be better...

- Less shingle.
- Martin, please.

No, this is, um... This is fine.

Good.

So, you set this out.

And I'll take James.

Good boy!

We're gonna have a lovely time.

Lovely picnic.

I don't think you've ever
had one of these before.

That's right.

Good.

That's it. Just... Just...

That's it. Okay.

Just...

Sit down, Martin.

Just leave... Leave
the blanket alone.

- I just want to get the...
- Yeah.

- Get the sand off.
- It's a beach, Martin.

Yes, but I would like
to be comfortable, too.

Okay. Fine.

So

Scotch egg?

Uh... haven't you
got any healthy food?

No. It's a picnic, Martin.

Just try to relax.

Ow!

Could I have my Frisbee back?

Martin, just...

Thanks.

There we go. Nice.

So, Scotch egg for
you, Scotch egg for you.

They're late.

Only by a few minutes.

Calm down. They'll be here.

What about the rolls?
Should I have got granaries?

Shows a more
sophisticated palate.

And the salad. There's
too many croutons.

Joe, it's only a barbecue,
mate. Stop panicking.

You're right.

You can't have
too many croutons.

Here we are, then.

This all looks great, Joe.

- Crack this open, will you?
- Yeah, I'll have some of that.

How you doing, Joe?

The sardines are
fresh from the sea.

You know I'm vegetarian?

- Oh.
- I'm teasing.

I can eat fish.

They're not animals, are they?

We're building a castle, Martin.

Come and help us.

Yeah.

Right. Yes.

Is that a turret?

Yeah, of course.

Why doesn't it
look like one, then?

- It looks fine to me.
- It's askew.

Yeah, it's how
James and I built it.

Yes. It's still askew.

You know, this is
supposed to be fun, Martin.

Yes, it is.

I'll build a curtain wall.

Get away from me!

Get away!

Hang on. Isn't that Angela Sim?

- Where? Oh, no, no!
- What on earth is she doing?

Oh, no, no! Disgusting!

- Martin.
- Go on, go on!

- Look.
- Get away!

These birds won't
leave me alone!

Oh! Leave me!

- Leave me alone!
- Ms. Sim?

Oh! These damn birds!

They won't leave me alone!

- What's wrong with her?
- I don't know.

I think she's hallucinating.
Stay there. Ms. Sim?

There's nothing
wrong with my hands!

It's these damn birds
that are the problem!

Oh, wait a minute.

Vets do this all the time.

What have you taken?

Will you shut up?!

He won't listen to him!

Won't listen to who?

To Buddy!

Oh.

You've got a great
spot here, Joe.

It's one of the
perks of the job.

It's even nicer in the evening
when there's no one here.

Perhaps you'd like to come...

one evening.

I think the doc might need you.

He'll be all right.

It looks serious, Joe.

- Careful.
- Aah! Aah!

Whoa!

The law never sleeps, I suppose.

I mean, I knew what
I was getting into

when I took the oath, but...

You should get
down there now, mate.

- Yeah.
- Oh, God!

There's more!

Aah!

I'm worried about James.
She's clearly deranged.

Here. Take James to the surgery.

- You sure you'll be okay?
- Yes.

I'll deal with this, and
then I'll catch you up.

- Right.
- Miss Sim!

- Belt.
- Oh, right.

I'll be back.

- I've got to get to the water!
- Miss Sim?

It's so hot.

- What medication have you taken?
- Aah!

It's the sun, isn't it? The
sun's attracting the birds!

There aren't birds.
You're hallucinating.

Well, what do you
call them, then?!

- There's nothing there!
- Well, you would say that.

Look, just tell me what
medication you've had.

He's a fast runner, isn't he?

Unless you tell me what
you've taken, I can't help you.

- What are you doing?
- It's so warm

I've got to get to the water!

- Here to offer assistance, Doc.
- What?

Do you want me to Taser her?

I just need to get her to the
surgery till she calms down.

Right. I'm on it. Stop! Halt!

- Halt! Halt!
- I've got to get to the water.

- Stop! Halt!
- Oh, go away!

Stop! Or I'll be forced to...

Aah!

Oh!

Doesn't look like Joe's
coming back, then.

Didn't think I was gonna
have this much fun.

Glad I came now.

Me too.

I like dinner and a show.

Oh.

Enrofloxacin is a
veterinary antibiotic.

- It's for cats and dogs.
- Here you go.

- Oh.
- It's toxic for humans.

That's why you've
been hallucinating.

Yeah, I know that now,
don't I? God, I'm thirsty.

Be careful you don't
overhydrate yourself.

Have you self-medicated with
veterinary medicines before?

I always do.

Not with that one.

Obviously I won't
make that mistake again.

Well, I'd hope you wouldn't
self-medicate again.

I might. Most of us do.

Doc, have you finished with me?

I've got something
I need to attend to.

No. Wait there.

The effects of the
drug should wear off

in the next couple of hours.

- Doc.
- Be quiet.

- Are you allergic to penicillin?
- No.

I'll write you a prescription

for some non-veterinary
medication.

And P.C. Penhale will
take you back to your home.

I'm able to drive myself.

Well, that's great.
So I'll just head off.

No, you won't. Your
not driving anywhere.

You're under the
influence of a toxic drug.

Fine.

I'll redo your stitches
first thing tomorrow.

You should be hearing
from the hospital

with a date for your
nerve conduction tests.

What are you
doing? Take the dog.

No. He wants to stay here.

What?

He wants to be with you.

Surely that must
be clear by now.

Oh, no, you don't.
I paid you £94.

You take that dog with you.

Okay, okay. I'll take him.

Come, Buddy.

Buddy.

Penhale. Get the dog.

Poor Angela. How is she?

Ah. Completely deranged.

She should be back to her
normal self in the morning, though...

Slightly deranged.

Oh, Martin.

I'm sorry the picnic
didn't quite work out.

Yes.

Though I'm quite glad you
did take control of that situation.

Well, somebody had to.
The woman was in crisis.

Yeah.

Did she really think
Buddy was talking to her?

Yeah.

About you?

Yes.

So, what did he say?

Uh, he thinks I'm lonely.

- Oh.
- What?

Nothing.

- It's nonsense.
- I'm sure.

Buddy! No! Buddy! Buddy!

Come back here,
you little bugger!

Quick, go inside.