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- Good morning, Doctor.
- Oh!

Oh! Oh, sorry. Uh, sorry, Doc.

Um, good morning, Doctor.

I just wanted to tell you

that Clive is feeling
much better now.

He's even managing to get up
and about a bit during the day.

Right. Well, uh, it's
important that he takes it easy.

Takes a long time to recover
properly from a heart attack.

Oh, don't worry, Doc,
'cause I've laid down

some ground rules.

I suppose it's only
right to tell you,

I've decided to make a
go of things with Clive.

Right. Good.

I know sometimes you just
have a connection with someone.

And no matter if the universe
throws the two of you apart

and rains war down upon you,

you still know that
person is the one for you.

Have you been
self-medicating again?

- No.
- Good.

Why? Do you think I should?

No.

So, if you can pick up a
few things from the shops

for me, that would be great.

Aubergine, courgettes, salmon.

You got something fancy
planned for tonight, then?

No. Just dinner.

It's not a date, is it?

No. Just dinner with Martin.

Oh. No, so not a date, then.

Right. I'll see you later, then.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Did you sleep okay?
- Uh, no.

Oh. So, are we still
on for dinner tonight?

Oh, uh, yes. I've
drawn up an agenda.

Oh. I... I don't think
that's necessary.

It's just to make sure

we cover all the topics
we want to discuss.

Obviously you're free to
change anything you want

before the dinner begins.

Number one, accommodation.
Number two, childcare.

- Number three, housework.
- Dr. Timoney.

- And, um...
- Dr. Ellingham. Louisa.

Sorry to interrupt,

but I just wanted to come
and thank you in person

for correctly diagnosing
and helping me.

I hope my behavior
wasn't too... out there.

No, no, not at all.

It was understandable,
considering your condition.

Sadly, I will need to
take some time off work.

- Yeah.
- Well, actually we've decided

not to continue with therapy.

So we're having dinner tonight,

and we're gonna have a sort
of make-or-break discussion.

It just feels like we've
reached that point, really.

Well, good luck.

- I don't think we'll need luck.
- I think you might.

You are, without a doubt,

one of the most... challenging
cases I have ever come across.

Well, you're only 32.

Well, it has been interesting
working with you both.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

- God, I'm going to miss her.
- Really?

No. Not... Not really.

Well, so I'll see
you tonight, then?

- Yes. Tonight.
- Yeah.

See you then. Yeah. Bye.

Yes.

- Whoa!
- I wasn't eavesdropping,

and I certainly
don't know anything

about your big dinner tonight.

Um...

Morning, Ruth.

If you're here to
check up on me,

I've just come to pick
up the last of my stuff.

No. Just picking up bills.

You look smart.

Yes, I know.

I got a business breakfast.

There's a fella in Weybridge.
He's got a restaurant.

He's tried my whiskey.
He's ordered 20 bottles of it.

Could be the start
of something big.

How are you going to make it?

Well, I've got a still.

Found an old mine.
Sourced a generator.

I'm gonna make it down there.

You literally never
give up, do you?

Well, I'm not going to sit
around and wait till I die.

I must admit, I am
finding that rather boring.

I've found something
that I'm good at, right,

and I'm going to
follow my dream.

What if your dream... wasn't
at the bottom of a mine?

What do you mean?

What if it was right
here, not hidden away?

Penhale would be
here in five minutes.

Then we could
show him our license.

I don't like sitting
around, either.

I've warned you before
about wasting my time.

I'm not. I just need a
doctor's note for work.

Let them know I had
a legitimate reason

for being off because of my leg.

Well, you didn't and you don't.

I don't know why you have
to be such a bugger about it!

And now you're limping
with the other leg.

It was the right
when you came in.

You're not even very good
at this, are you? Get out.

Oh, stop limping.

You're not fooling anyone.

Doc, it's Mrs. Winton up
at old Dunwich farmhouse.

- She's had a funny turn.
- So?

She wonders if you might
be able to go and see her.

No. Tell her to come here.

Yeah, she says she's
having trouble walking.

Well, tell her to get
an ambulance, then.

Yeah. She also said it's
probably not ambulance-worthy

but it's definitely
doctor-worthy.

She doesn't mind waiting
till the end of the day.

Although you have
just had a cancellation.

So I suppose if you
wanted to go now...

- What about these patients?
- Waiting for results.

Uh, right. Write
the address down.

Also, um, we never did finish

that conversation
about my pay rise.

I wasn't aware that
we had started one.

I think I've taken on

more responsibility and
accountability at work

and proving myself
to be a valuable asset.

- Therefore...
- Why are you speaking like that?

Well I've been reading this
book, "The Assertive Female."

It's about how to be
more, well, assertive.

Um right. Hold on.

Um, is that "entitled"
or "eligible"?

Looks like "eligible."

Yeah. Um, therefore, I
am eligible for a pay rise.

15%. I'm not backing down.

5%.

- 10%.
- 5%.

- 6%?
- 5%.

And 5% will be fine.

Um, I'll draw up the paperwork.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

Oh, Doc. I didn't
expect you so soon.

Oh, well.

Yes. Please. Come in.

I thought you said
you had bad leg.

Seems all right now.

What you might call
a little white lie, Doc.

Wasn't me I wanted you to
see. It was my husband, Jim.

You brought me all the way
out here on false pretenses?!

I brought you here
for the right reason.

A second opinion.

You know how they reckon

he's got a... a malignant
tumor in his neck.

Yes, and the hospital
has recommended

a course of treatment, and
I suggest that you take it.

He doesn't want them slicing
him up. He's scared, Doc.

Can you not take another
look at him? Please?

Nobody's going to slice
anybody up. Where is he?

- Mr. Winton.
- Hello, Doc.

How are you feeling?

A little bit worse for wear.

Have you been drinking?

I hadn't touched a
drop for 15 years.

Might as well try and
enjoy myself while I can.

The mass doesn't seem
to have increased in size.

No obvious lymph
nodes in your neck.

The cancer doesn't
appear to be spreading.

Which is good.

Your oncologist has
recommended a course of treatment.

I suggest that you follow it.

If you have any questions
about pain medication

or any other aspects
of your treatment,

then make an appointment.

You're welcome.

- Well?
- Well, I've examined him,

and his condition
hasn't deteriorated.

So the best thing he can do

is to follow the advice of
the doctors at the hospital.

But you've barely begun. There
must be other stuff you can do.

Mrs. Winton, I don't know
what you expect me to do.

I'm not in the business
of miracles. I'm sorry.

Oh. This is locked.

Mrs. Winton?

Can't you at least try, Doc?
Everything you can think of?

Have you lost your mind?

What on earth do you think
you are going to achieve

by threatening me with a gun?

He's not going
to hospital again.

40 years we've been married.

I'm not letting that
go without a fight!

Well, there may be one
or two tests I could try.

See? Just need you to
focus on the task in hand.

Yes.

I'll, uh, go in and
see him again.

You wait here.

Then I'll need you to
empty your pockets.

Phone. Car keys. Wallet.

Call it insurance.

Hello again, Doc. I
heard the gun going off.

Wife giving you a
hard time, is she?

She can be very
determined, bless her.

Still, I'm sorry about all this.

Once she gets the bit between
her teeth, she won't let go.

But I'm not coming
to your hospital.

Well, if you want my
professional opinion,

it's the best place
for you. Goodbye.

Do you mind closing
the window as you go?

What? Oh, God.

Oh!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Oh...

Have you got a mobile
phone? I need to call the police.

I've just escaped from
some house, where...

a madwoman with a...
a rifle kidnapped me.

Hmm.

Can you give me
a lift to Portwenn?

Sounds like a bummer.

You better get in, then.

Thank you.

Uh, don't you need to do a
U-turn to get to Portwenn?

If you keep going on this road,

it will just take you
back to that house.

We didn't expect
you till later, Doc.

Get him, girl! Get him, girl!

Ow! Ow!

Oh, God! Ow!

Get... Get off!

Get your dog off me!

Ow!

We'd better get you home,
then. Mum will be worried.

- Hey!
- Aah! Aah!

Get him back in there!

All right, I can walk.

Ah! You've got my skin.

Mum, look who I
found on the road.

Doc...

- Get the shopping, Clemo?
- No. I was dealing with him.

Doing my head in. Wouldn't stop
going on about his medical bag.

I told him you've got
everything he needs.

He made me leave my medical
bag in the middle of the moor.

That bag contains almost
everything I need for my work.

- You'll find a way, Doc.
- You can't keep me here.

I have an appointment
tonight that I must make.

More important than
my husband's life?

Your husband has options,
but he's chosen not to take them.

Which is why you'll
have to find another way.

Oh. And shoes.

If you don't mind
taking them off.

Don't want you making
a run for it again.

I do mind. Very much.

There's absolutely no
point in keeping me here.

A doctor isn't a wizard.

I don't just wave my
hands and cure everyone!

No need to bark at me,
Doc. You'll disturb Jim.

Keeping me here against
my will is completely illegal!

Then maybe you had
better cool off overnight.

Have a think about things.

Shoes.

And socks.

Martin. It's... It's me again.
Can you please call me back?

We had agreed on dinner at
7:00, and it's... it's 8:00 now.

So if you're not
coming or you...

Just call me back.

Sorry. I left my phone here
when I was feeding the little one.

The doc not back yet?

No.

Oh. You must be hungry.

Amongst other things.

Well... it's a shame
to let it go to waste.

This is insane.

Now, Doc, I might not agree
with everything Mum is doing,

but her heart is
in the right place.

You're the one who
jumped out the window.

That's insane, if you ask me.

If you'd just helped
Dad like Mum asked,

none of this would be happening.

You should both
think very seriously

about what you're doing.

If you loved someone,
you'd understand, Doc.

You don't have a choice.
You'd do anything for them.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I can't believe he
hasn't even called me.

Well, he wouldn't be the first
guy to get cold feet and leg it.

But you... you don't
understand. Martin's not like that.

Well, I don't really know that
much about this sort of thing.

I mean, I've only
been married twice.

Point is, is that you know
Doc better than anyone.

What I think, or some therapist
or anyone else, doesn't matter.

You're the one that knows him.

He just wouldn't do this.

Not without an
explanation or telling me.

- Louisa...
- Look. I know people see him

as cold or even uncaring,
but he's not like that.

Not at all.

Okay. Great.

Although, I was
actually going to ask

if you were going
to finish that.

Ah.

- Yes?
- Is that Mrs. Winton?

This is Louisa. I'm
Dr. Ellingham's wife.

What can I do for you?

Um, Dr. Ellingham, Martin,

he... he came out to see
you yesterday, didn't he?

Yes. That's right.

I see.

Yeah, it's just that he
hasn't been home since.

He came over about
5:30, as I remember.

In a bad mood, too.

See, I... I'd had a fall, no
broken bones or nothing.

But he said I was
wasting his time.

"Next time, come
to the surgery."

Quarter of an hour, I reckon.

If I think of anything
else, I'll tell you.

And I... I'm sure he'll turn up.

You know why the doc
doesn't want to help, right?

'Cause he's a tosser.

'Cause he knows I'm
dying. He accepts it.

I've accepted it. Now
you and your mum need to.

- Don't talk like that.
- I mean it.

You should open the
curtains. It's depressing in here.

I don't need to open them.
I know what's out there.

I can see it, up here.

The old tin mine up there.

The flowers and the
ivy, like a little chapel.

That's where we
had our first kiss.

Where I proposed to her.

The wall where
you were conceived.

And where I'll be
laying down shortly.

My time has come.

Shh.

Shh!

Morning, Doc.

Just in time for breakfast.

Then you can start
on Jim's medical notes.

Mrs. Winton said

Martin definitely left
around 5:30 or so.

Yeah, and he didn't
come back here.

And there's no answer
from his house phone.

Mobile's just ringing out.

Beast of Bodmin.
Wasn't that a thing?

Wasn't it like a panther
or leopard or something

tearing sheep apart
up on the moor?

No, it wasn't a "thing."

It was a flimsy story the local
papers blew out of proportion.

You never know, though, do you?

So you're suggesting Martin
may have been attacked

- by a wild animal?
- Is that insensitive?

I think what Janice
is trying to say

is that this behavior is
so unusual for the doc

that something odd
must have happened.

What she said. Yeah.

Hey. I'm going 'round to his
house to see if he's turned up.

Let me know if
you hear anything.

Hey!

What are you doing?

What does it look
like I'm doing, boy?

It looks to me like you
are reassembling your still,

even though the police
have told you not to,

Ruth has told you not to.

You're gonna kill
my business, Dad,

and Ruth is going to kill me.

Al. Just who I was looking for.

This has nothing to do with me.

I did not give him
permission for this, Ruth.

No, I did. This is for you.

It's to apply for a distiller's
license and plant approval.

Think about it.

An on-site distillery. Fishing
tours. Bed & breakfast.

And we would have
it all in one place.

"We"? Meaning
you and Dad, right?

Oh, no, no, no. The three of us.

You never give up, do you?

That's exactly what I said.

Have you lost it, Ruth?

No. Your father has come up

with a very clever
way of making whiskey.

Using wood chips, boy.

And we're hardly rushed
off our feet here, are we?

This would be draw.

Well, you're supposed
to be taking it easy.

Easy doesn't sit well with me.

And you know the
best thing, boy?

- What's that, then?
- Well, "Large and Son."

Working together again, eh?
Like we can't escape each other.

- Cheers.
- Yeah...

Louisa.

No. He hasn't.

Are you sure?

Right.

Yes. Of course.

Don't drink any more of that.

I need you to drive
me to the village.

There you go.

All of Jim's medical records.

I made sure the hospital
gave us copies of everything.

I was going to show
you this yesterday, but...

well, you weren't really in the
right frame of mind, were you?

Much better today, I hope.

Please, will you let
me make a phone call?

I have a wife and a
child who will be worried.

And what are you going to say?

"Some crazy woman
has me hostage."

How will that help my Jim?

Now, I... I know you've
had your problems, Doc.

But I know you're a good man.

She's definitely
hurt herself, Mum.

- Doc will take a look.
- No, he won't.

You help out, and we'll
see about that phone call.

- Make sure you hold on to it.
- She. Not it.

Oh, God.

You realize I'm a
doctor, not a vet.

Any sign he's been home?

I'm not sure. He's so neat
and tidy, it's hard to tell.

No. I don't think he has.

He didn't say
anything to you, did he?

No. Although,
situations like this

are not exactly unheard of.

Stress builds up, people snap

and act in
uncharacteristic ways.

The fight-or-flight
instinct is not just a myth.

Do you really think that's
what has happened?

You think he's had enough?

Oh. He was struggling.

Oh, I do hope he's all right.

And how long has
he been missing?

Well, since around
5:30 p.m. yesterday.

So not technically
missing, then.

I don't make the law, Louisa.

We have to wait 24 hours
before you can officially declare

someone a missing person.

Actually, I'm pretty
sure that's not true.

You don't have to wait at all.

Hmm. You learn
something new every day.

So, you say he was last seen

- up at this farmhouse.
- Yep.

I suggest we start
there. Retrace his steps.

Oh. Heard the
doc's done a runner.

Got a fancy lady in Delabole,

- I bet.
- Oh, bugger off.

What's up, boy? Do you
know where the doc is?

What? He's in trouble?

Are you going to
show me where he is?

Stupid dog.

Think it's... it's a torn nail.
The claw, whatever it is.

It's loose. Very loose.

She probably did
that chasing after you.

Oh, so, it's my fault, is it?

Have you got any baking soda?

I'm not falling for one of
your tricks this time, Doc.

It is not a trick. I have
absolutely nothing

with which to operate
on this animal with.

Sodium bicarbonate
is a disinfectant.

And tweezers. I
need tweezers, too.

Really?

All right. Hold the
head. Keep it still.

All right. Sodium bicarbonate.

You've a surprisingly
gentle touch, Doc.

I think you care
more than you realize.

Right. I want my phone call.

Not till you've looked
at Jim's medical records.

That not what we
agreed. That's not fair.

Oh, that's not fair? Sorry, Doc.

Like poor Jim... working all
his life, for us, for his family,

and just when he's ready
to retire, well-earned rest,

there's a lump.

There's a lump and everything
changes and that's not fair.

All right now, Mrs...

Y-You just need to calm down.

Then you help me.

You give me a second
opinion. That's all I ask.

I know it might be for nothing,
but I need you to try your best!

I need that!

Hello.

Sorry to disturb you,
ma'am. P.C. Penhale.

And you are Mrs.
Ann Winton, yes?

Yes. Is there a problem?

It's about my husband,
Martin, Dr. Ellingham.

We spoke on the phone earlier.

We're just trying to work out

what might have happened
to Martin after he left here.

The last time I saw him, he
was marching back to his car.

Drove off that way, toward
Portwenn, I suppose.

Very good. Thank you.

Do you mind if we
take a look around?

Just for my peace of mind.

Don't you need a warrant
for that sort of thing?

If you don't consent, yes.

Well, I've nothing to
hide, officer. Come on in.

Watch out for the
dog, mind. She bites.

Have you tried phoning him?

Yes. Yes, I have.

How odd.

Thank you for your
time, Mrs. Winton.

If I think of anything
else, I'll call you.

- Louisa?
- Hmm?

I'm sure he'll turn up.

Probably just one
of those things.

She's lying.

I know you're
upset about the doc,

but we can't go slinging
wild accusations around.

She's got Martin's shoes.
I saw them in the hallway.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

No one else wears
shoes like that anymore.

Oh, get off!

Oh, look please. Just... Just
let me go and talk to my wife.

I'll come back.

Have you looked
at those records?

Oh, for God's sake.

What's the plan here?

Are you just... going
to keep me locked up

until I miraculously
conjure a cure

that somehow contradicts

the diagnosis of the hospital
and all of medical science?

I haven't looked that far ahead.

Well, maybe you should

before people start pointing
rifles in other people's faces.

He's got a point, Mum.
We can't just turn him loose.

Think of the trouble we'd be in.

No. I didn't mean that.

- It's what you said.
- No, no...

What do we intend to do
with you... Yeah, I heard.

What? What is it?

No, this... this.

It's military tactical signing.
It means stop. Stay put.

- Couldn't you have just said it?
- No, Louisa.

Out in the field, direct
conversation is discouraged.

It can reveal one's
location to the enemy.

But you're talking now.

Yes, because you made
me start explaining it to you.

Well, here's a hand
gesture for you then. Shh!

Wait, wait. Where are you going?

Look!

I think it's...
Yeah, it's his car.

- We'd better call the police.
- I am the police.

No, the real police.

I am the real police.

Look, we can't just
rush on in there blind.

We have to find out why
she lied to us about Martin.

This is my job. This is what
I'm trained to do. Please.

Joe! Joe!

Where is your lavatory?

All right, Doc.

You helped the dog.
That earned some trust.

Don't ruin it.
First on the left.

Thank you.

What are you doing
here? Go away!

- I'm here to rescue you.
- No, get out. Let me out.

Doc, this is an official
police investigation now.

Look, there are two emotionally
unstable people out there

with a loaded rifle. Let me out.

I have a Taser.

Need a hand there, Doc?

I forgot to charge it.

My husband is here, and I
would very much like to see him.

You'd better come in, then.

- I've got an appointment.
- Yeah, and like I said before,

the doc's not here and I
don't know when he'll be back.

Suppose we'll just
wait for him, then.

Fine.

Actually, no, you won't wait

because a big part
of being assertive

is telling it like it is.

Like you. Not actually ill.

Just a hangover, like
you have every Thursday

after Real Ale
Night at the Crab.

In fact, none of
you are actually ill.

So go on.

Shift it, the lot of you,
because the surgery is closed.

Thank you.

Go on.

I know you'll all
be back tomorrow.

Oh, uh, Ruth asked me to see
if the doc had, uh, shown up yet.

Before I drive her out there.

No, no sign.

That was pretty good.

Better watch out. I'm on a roll.

- Huh.
- Dealt with the patients.

Got a pay rise from the doc.

And when are you going
to ask me out properly?

What? Where did that come from?

I told you. I'm on a roll.

I'm seeing how
far I can go with it.

Oh.

Um...

Uh, tomorrow night?

That is acceptable.

Well, can I go now?

Yes. You may go.

Cheers.

Mum bagged him herself.

Better shot than you'd think.

Your father taught me.

Aim steady, squeeze
slowly. That's the way.

I'm willing to cut you a deal.

You turn yourselves in
now, I'll go easy on you.

Do you think I
wanted this to happen?

All this... this unpleasantness
could all have been avoided

if the doc had just
done his job properly.

Firstly, I did do
my job properly.

And secondly, my
job doesn't involve

being and bound and
gagged and kidnapped.

Well, what choice do I have?

What would you do, in my shoes?

Someone you love is dying,

someone you thought you'd
spend the whole of your life with.

- What if it was him?
- Well, it wouldn't have been me

because I would have
followed medical advice.

How far would you go, eh?

I don't know. But I'm pretty
sure it would never involve

holding people at gunpoint.

Well, the way I see it
is, if you love someone,

if you truly love someone,
you don't have a choice.

Actually, they're
on a trial separation.

- Joe.
- It's a negotiating tactic.

Give out personal
information about the hostages,

it "humanizes" them.

I don't care. Shut up.

Does that mean you guys
are gonna get a divorce, then?

It's none of your business.

Oh.

So divorce is an option, then.

That's dead sad, that is.

Well, you know, it really
is none of your business.

Right, right. Fair enough.

Whose fault is it, though?

Clemo Winton, you stop
annoying these people right now.

Clearly his fault.

Oh, for God's sake. Look, do
you want me to read all this?

All I'm saying is, from
what I've seen of you,

you're obviously not an
easy person to live with.

- Oh.
- I think that's a little unfair

to judge him under what are
very stressful circumstances.

Oh. So, normally he's the
life and soul of the party, is he?

Where's the second,
uh, biopsy report?

What do you mean? It's there.

No, that's the first biopsy
report, which is equivocal.

- Where is the second one?
- What does that mean?

It means definitive.

As in "This is equivocally
the best pizza I've ever had."

No, it doesn't. It
means the opposite.

Ambiguous. Uncertain.

Are you saying

that the hospital didn't
carry out a further biopsy?

He didn't go back to the
hospital the second time.

It's not definitive
without a definitive result,

is it? It might not be cancer.

It could be something
else. We need to investigate.

Have any of his
symptoms got worse?

Well, he says he's dying.

No not what he says.
His physical condition.

Last night, he said he thought
the lump was getting bigger.

I thought that was
because he'd been drinking.

He... He was all
wheezy this morning.

Well, why didn't you
tell me this before?

You didn't ask us.

Well, if he's
struggling for breath,

then it could be a bleed
into the thyroid cyst,

which would enlarge it
and shut down his windpipe.

- So it might not be cancer?
- Uh, quite possibly not.

I'd need to examine him.

Right! I am P.C. Joseph
Penhale of Portwenn.

Shush. This is important.

I will examine your husband
if you agree to let my wife go

and keep the
policeman as a hostage.

No. I'm not leaving
you alone here.

- No, no, no.
- No I'm not.

I came here to get you, and
I'm not going home without you.

Right.

Jim?

Jim!

The front door was
open, Mum. He's gone out.

Out? Where the bloody hell
would he go in his condition?!

He's opened the
curtains and all...

This... This thing,

whatever it is that you say
he has, how serious is it?

It depends how
fast it's bleeding

but if he's
struggling to breathe,

then it suggests it's growing.

We need to find him.
Come on. Cut this off.

And give me my
shoes and socks back.

Jim. Oh...

Right.

He said that's where he'd
go when it was his time...

The old tin mine.

Stupid, sentimental,
stubborn man.

Louisa, you stay here with
Penhale in case he comes back.

- And call an ambulance.
- That'll take ages.

Call an air ambulance, then.

No. I'm coming with you.

What? Okay.

- You all right?
- Okay.

Hello?

What's happened?

Where is everybody?

I don't know.

This food's still warm.

Hello!

Aah!

Nice to see you, too.

That's his.

- Mr. Winton!
- He's here!

Oh, Jim!

Oh! Oh, Jim!

Let me have a look.

The mass on his neck is swollen.

Pressing down on his windpipe.

That's what is
restricting his breathing.

If it gets any bigger,

it will stop him from
breathing altogether.

Oh, Jim.

I need a... a needle.

You've got to do something, Doc!

Yes! All right!

Uh, you, you've got a
penknife. Give it to me.

Oh. Oh, no. I...
I left it at home.

Oh, brilliant.

You stole it.

I didn't know if I'd need it.

Didn't know what you
planned to do with Martin.

You hang on in there, Jim!

Right. Louisa, could
you come over here?

All right.

When I make an
incision into the mass,

I want you to press down
on the handkerchief...

- Yes.
- Slowly and gently.

- All right?
- Mm.

- Okay.
- Oh, Jim.

And... now.

That's it. That's it.

Oh, Jim!

I told you the doc would
do right by you! Oh!

- Oh, my...
- Annie...

You did it, Doc!

Oh! Ohh!

- Thanks, Doc!
- Get off me!

Oh, for God's sake!

I knew I could rely on the doc.

It doesn't excuse your actions.

I'll take my punishment.

Saved my Jim's life, didn't it?

I'll take you and
Clemo to hospital.

Make sure Jim's all right.

But after, I'll be wanting a
proper word back at the station.

Yeah. Um, I would, uh, recommend
a psychological evaluation, too.

I appreciate that,
Doc, but I'm fine.

- Not for you.
- Ah.

Uh, Al is taking me home.
Are you going to be okay?

Uh, yes.

Wasn't my best experience,
but, um, they didn't harm me.

And with Louisa?

Um...

Uh, yes. I don't know.
Okay. Yes. I don't know.

Well done.

Martin, you saved his life.

Mm.

It was an unusual situation.

Well, it's all
unusual, isn't it?

You know...

I think I've made
a terrible mistake.

I think maybe I'm
a little bit obsessed

with everyone
having to be normal.

But people aren't, are they?

No.

I'm not.

You're not, are you?

You're...

unusual.

Yes.

You know, everyone said
that maybe you had just left,

but I knew you
wouldn't let me down.

You're the one
person who never has.

I just knew you wouldn't.
I just knew in my heart.

You know, I'm...

I'm never going to change
the way I feel about you.

I don't want that.

I've tried.

I've really tried.

But it just makes things worse.

Can we go home now?

I love you, Louisa.

I love you, too.