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All right, Norman.
Let's go to work.

Oh! Dr. Ellingham.

Uh, oh!

Can I just say I think you made
the right decision.

About you and Louisa Glasson.
Never meant to be.

- What's happened to your face?
- My face?

Nothing.

Oh, unless you mean
my new lipstick.

I thought I'd try
a different shade.

Right.

Oh, and you probably noticed
my hair, too.

No.

Oh, Dr. Ellingham!

Always teasing me.

See you later?

'Cause when I first opened
the sanctuary,

I got maybe one unwanted cat
a month.

- Now I get two or three a week.
- Is that right?

Yeah, which is why
this fundraising evening

is so important to me.

Yeah. You keep saying.

So I hope you've bought
plenty of food and drink.

I'll get it when you've paid me.

Paid you?

I've told you...
I need the money up front.

You said there'd be no cost.

I said the wine
would be at cost.

If you're thinking
I'm gonna give you

a whole lot
of free food and wine,

you're barking
up the wrong tree.

Well, I'll have to cancel
the evening.

Well, I'm sorry,
but times are hard.

They are if you're a cat!

I don't know how I'm gonna feed
the poor things.

I mean,
are you quite sure the...

Oh!

Here, doc! Doc! Oh!

Hang on.

I need your help.
It's Mrs. Dingley.

She's come a cropper.

Ow!

Shh.

It's nothing serious.
Just put a bag of ice on it.

- Do you have any ice?
- Some.

Not a lot.

Could you fetch it, please?

If the pain gets any worse,
come and see me in the surgery.

Oh, right.

Oh, doctor,
do you think I could ask...

If you're gonna pester me
for a donation again,

the answer's still no.

Well, you can't blame me
for trying!

- Yes, I can.
- Miserable bugger.

I heard that.

See ya.

So you're going to clappy time
at the library.

Yeah, maybe.

Or the sing-along-Suzie
at the harbour cafe.

Well, we are spoilt for choice,
ain't we, Jim-Jim?

It's "James."

Right. I have to go.

You will find something
nice to do, won't you?

Yes. I expect so.

Oh! Bye-bye, darling.

- Be a good boy.
- Go.

In you go.

Hey. It's fine.

Looks like you're busy.

But you're going to
come in anyway.

Are you here as a patient?

Yes and no.

Are you considering changing
your mind about Louisa?

No.

So, as your doctor,
what can I do for you?

I've run out of oralube.

You could have telephoned
for a repeat prescription.

I assumed you'd want to
see me in person.

My symptoms might have chAnged,
my condition deteriorated.

Has your condition deteriorated?

- Not in the least.
- Yes, I thought not.

So you're going up to London
as planned,

and Louisa will stay here
with the child.

Yes.

Good.

Your parents stayed together
for your sake.

No one got out unscathed.

We don't want a repeat of that.

Well, this has been fun.

If you want to discuss it
further, Martin,

you know where I am.

Thank you.

Hello there!
We're looking for Bert large.

Ah, he's around somewhere.

Okay, we'll just sit here,

and you can run inside
and fetch him for us, yeah?

What do you want?

Oh, where are my manners?

I'm Alastair Tonken.

Mm.

And this here
is my little boy, Norman.

All right?

You work here, do you?

Well, off and on.

Oh! There he is.

Hello, Bert!

Lovely to see you again!

You can probably guess
what we're here for, I'm sure.

Can we talk about it
somewhere else?

No, here is quite nice,
thank you, Bert.

All I want to know is,
have you got it?

Got what?

What's he on about, dad?

Dad?

Your dad has borrowed $1,000.

You what?

Ah, don't worry.
He can probably pay it back.

The only thing is
that if he can't,

then there might be
some of those, um...

Oh, what do you call them?

What is the word
I'm looking for, Norman?

- Repercussions.
- That's it, yeah.

There might have to be
some repercussions.

You didn't see the sign?

It says you shouldn't park in
the Harbor when the tide's in.

If we had seen the sign,

we never would have parked
in the Harbor.

We couldn't get anywhere near
the car last night.

The water was up to here.

So you just left the vehicle
where it was?

No!

We drove it away, and we just
put it back there just now.

Of course we left it
where it was!

- Was anything stolen?
- No.

Somebody smashed the back window

and fiddled
with my wife's clothing.

You didn't think to put your
wife's clothing in the boot?

It's just a coat.

- Real fur, though.
- Fox, not mink.

You went to a loan shark?

That's not
what he calls himself!

But you know that's what he is!

And if we can't pay him back,
there's gonna be repercussions!

Oh, come on!
That could mean anything!

Exactly! And you saw Norman!

I mean, if he wants to smash up
the restaurant,

who's gonna stop him, eh?!

Okay, things don't look good
right now.

You told me, dad.
You said you went to the bank.

I admit I've been economical
with the truth.

Well, it's a shame you weren't
economical with anything else,

'cause you've lose all our money
and we're gonna go bankrupt!

Well, if you hadn't spent
all that time with Ruth

instead of helping me here!

- So now it's my fault?!
- I'm not saying that!

I'm just asking you to help me.

No, dad.

You got us into this mess.
You get us out.

Well, thank you very much.

Are you open?

The door's unlocked.

Most people would take that
as a good indication.

You told me to come and see you
if the pain got worse.

You got any time today?

See the receptionist.

I want to see the doctor.

Has he got any time today?

Did you want to get those cuts
looked at?

No, I don't.
They're just my cats.

I've actually come
about my knee.

- Do you want to see it?
- Uh, no.

No! Sit down.

Go on.

Any chance of a cup of coffee?

We're not open.

I don't think there's a café
in this village

that isn't full of
kiddies crying.

Or even worse, someone singing

to try and stop
the kiddies crying.

It's lovely to be somewhere
so peaceful.

- Shame about the coffee.
- I'm trying to think.

What about?

Well, if you must know,

the restaurant's in trouble,

and I'm trying to come up
with new ideas.

Well, why didn't you say so?

I ran a very successful
restaurant in Andalusia

for seven years.

I am full of good ideas.

If you fancy a brainstorm...

Over a nice cup of coffee...

- Black or white?
- Ooh!

I'll be back in five minutes.
You get that percolator on.

If you'd stayed at home
with your knee elevated,

it wouldn't be this swollen.

By coming to see me
to tell me that it hurt,

you've made it even worse.

Are you gonna give me
a lift home?

You could put my bike
on the top of your car.

I'm a doctor, not a taxi driver.

You'll need to stay off
your feet for at least two days.

Stay off my feet?

Who's gonna feed
my cats and kittens?

They can't feed themselves.

Well, get someone
to help you, then.

I can't even afford
to feed the animals,

let alone pay an assistant.

Well, sit down with your leg up
as often as possible,

with your foot raised.

In the meantime,
I'll give you a prescription

for some anti-inflammatories.

Your glasses have broken.

Yeah, I know that.
They're my old ones.

Do you have a new pair?

Oh, somewhere.
I don't know where they are.

These do the job
if I want to read something.

You should go to the optician
and get some more.

What, and waste all that money?

Give that to Mrs. Tishell.

Gor.

Will she be able
to read your writing?

If she holds it
the right way up, yes.

Oh, come on!

Have you flooded the carburetor?

Huh?

I've no idea what it means,

but it's what people always ask
me when my car fails to start.

You really need to think about
getting this tractor repaired.

And the bowser
can't hold its water.

Should I call the vet?

No, the... the water bowser.

By the time I get
to the pasture,

there's nothing left
for the sheep to drink.

That's if I even get there.

I mean, I can probably fix
the bowser myself,

but you should
really think about

getting a new tractor
one of these days.

I don't imagine they come cheap.

Well, maybe three or four grand,
secondhand.

Let's deal
with one thing at a time.

For the fencing in
the top field, you needed $800.

All right.

No, sarge,
I've yet to release the vehicle

to the registered keeper.

I want to know what to do
with the big rock

in the back of the car.

Might be fingerprints or...

No, I know it only appears to be
criminal damage,

but there are traces of blood
all over the broken window.

Should I take samples for DNA...

Hello?

For my leg.
Keep the swelling down.

Yes. Oh, yes, yes.

That's what
I'd have prescribed, myself.

And while I'm here, I want to
ask about some glasses.

What about them?

Well, have you got any?
Help me with my reading?

I don't want anything
too pricey.

All my spectacles
are on the rack by the door.

I, uh, got the message

that you were holding
some pessary rings for me.

Oh, yes. Yes, Dr. Ellingham.
I've got them right here.

Are these for long sight
or short sight?

I was just thinking, um,

perhaps we could meet tonight,

have a chat about everything.

The pessary rings.

How much for the... oh!

Oh. Ow. Oh, my eye.

Oh, god.

Oh, that hurts.
It really hurts. Oh.

Take your fingers out.
Hold your head still.

Tilt your head up. Look up.

What have I done?
Have I hurt it?

Be still. Hold still.

Have I damaged it?

No.
It's just some arcus senilis.

What is that, for heaven's sake?

It's a cream-colored circle
around your Iris.

It's quite common
in people of your age.

It can be a symptom
of high cholesterol,

so you should come
to the surgery this afternoon.

- I can run a blood test.
- I can't come today.

I've got people coming over from
delabole to look at some cats.

Fine, if cats are more important
than your health,

then I couldn't care less.

Or I'm also free tomorrow night.

Just put the pessary rings
on my account, please.

Thank you very much.

Oh. It's you.

- How's James Henry?
- Fine.

What are you doing in here?

- I've come to buy him a dummy.
- No.

He's not to have a dummy. Louisa
and I have discussed this.

I'm sure you've discussed
lots of things with Lulu.

But people chAnge their minds,
don't they?

No. No dummies.

Mrs. Tishell, you're not to sell
this woman a dummy.

Whatever you say, Dr. Ellingham.

Do I have your permission

to purchase James Henry
some nappies?

Yes, of course.

- Hello, Sally.
- Hello.

Oh!

And hello to you, James Henry.

Don't you look
just gorgeous today?

Yes, you do!

There was blood
all over the vehicle.

I've taken some samples,

but I need your help to identify
any possible suspects.

My help?

Now, I know you can't show me
any medical records

or discuss individual patients.

But if I were to mention
a few names

and one of those names
were to coincide

with someone who came in here
for treatment

to cuts or abrasions
to their hands or arms...

- Mrs. Dingley cut her wrist.
- What?

Florence Dingley.
Runs the cat home.

Is that "Dingley" with a "d"?

What's going on?

Nothing, doc.

I was just... Just...

Telling me off.

For dropping litter
in the street.

It will never happen again,
officer.

Yes, well...

You see it doesn't.

Otherwise...

Spanish theme night?

Yeah! We do the place up
like an Andalusian bar.

We serve tapas...
That's little Spanish dishes...

And we keep the sangria flowing
all evening.

Just the one problem...
I can't afford no tapas,

nor that sangria.

Well, what's in your freezer?

Yeah, right.

I'll chop these up small,
fry them in olive oil.

Lashings of garlic.

As for the sangria,
we take your cheapest plonk,

add orAnge juice
and cooking Brandy,

and olé!

This looks like rubbish.

Hang on a minute.

That's the new house red,
that is.

Perfect. Right.

I got to pick up my grandson,

so I'll start
on the tapas tomorrow.

Who's got the baby now?

Some girl called Angie Grappy.
She only wants two quid an hour.

Thursday is Spanish theme night!

No, it's not.

Listen, we ask the Tonkens
for a few more days to pay it.

In the meantime,
we make a fortune

with this tapas and sangria.

No, you will never make
a fortune selling anything,

whereas I... Have $800.

Now, I've got a bit in the bank.

There's some cash
around the house.

We put it all together,
and we might have a grand.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

But what about the interest?

What... what interest, dad?

Well, the Tonkens
don't lend money for free.

We got to find another 100 quid.

Oh, dad.

Don't worry. We'll manage.

Yeah, but how?

Out! Out! Out of the way!

Out of the way! Out!

- What?
- What are you doing?

800 quid there.

And another 200 quid here.

Quite a lot of loose chAnge,
I'm afraid.

Hope you don't mind.

Not at all, Bert.
I'm a very reasonable man.

Pleasure doing business.

Not that our business
is concluded just yet.

Now, I know that we owe you
another 100 quid for interest,

but if we can have
until the end of the week...

- You don't owe me 100 quid.
- Really?

You owe me 350.

- What?!
- What?!

There's a late-payment
penalty clause.

So we're wanting 350 quid from
you two by this time tomorrow.

- 6:00.
- We can't do that.

Well, you'll have to.

Unless you'd rather
face the consequences.

You said
there'd be repercussions.

They're very similar
to consequences.

- What on earth is it, Norman?
- Look.

I think he's bothered
by them marks on your neck.

- Are they contagious?
- Mm, no. Just...

Better wash your hands, Norman.

- Martin.
- Louisa.

Um, I haven't got long
before school,

and I've brought my notes
on the christening.

Um, some ideas for catering,
a guest list,

and, you know,
suggestions for music.

- Who's got the baby today?
- What?

Who's taking care
of James Henry today?

- My mother, of course.
- You sure about that?

Well, why are you even asking?

Well, I saw...

I-I thought I saw a girl

wheeling James
in his pushchair yesterday.

For goodness' sake, Martin,

my mother's looking after
the baby all day today,

just like she looked after him
all day yesterday.

Now, I'm sorry, but I'm late.

- Could you have a look at this?
- Yes.

Oi.

- You okay?
- Yeah. I feel a bit sick.

I think one of
them prawns was off.

Shall I Chuck them?

No, no, no, no.
Shove them back in the fridge.

I'm not the sort of employer

who normally would chastise
someone for being late,

but you're really late
this morning.

Sorry. I couldn't get to sleep,
and then I couldn't wake up.

Aren't I working you
hard enough?

I just couldn't
switch the brain off.

Something bothering you?

Yeah. I think I've been bitten
by something. Look.

Better go and see Martin.

Why? Does it look serious?

Not for me to say.

Martin's your G.P.
Make an appointment.

Hmm.

Oh, any sign of that fencing?

Some of the sheep had their way

with the vegetable patch
last night.

The... fencing. Um...

Right.

Uh, yeah, they're gonna
deliver it next week, I think.

There was a holdup
at the factory.

I'll need the invoice
for the vat business.

Mm.

And don't go running off
with my chAnge.

Heh.

- Stop scratching.
- It's driving me mental, doc.

Stop it.
How long have you had it?

Uh, started itching,
um, yesterday.

You chAnged
your washing powder recently?

- No.
- Try a new aftershave?

You been in close contact
with any domestic animals?

- Cats, dogs?
- No.

You suffering stress
at the moment?

Uh, well, life with dad
is always stressful.

Mm. Put your shirt on.

They're hives.
They'll go of their own accord.

In the meantime, I will
prescribe you some ointment

to ease the irritation.

Hives?
Well, how comes I've got them?

- What are they?
- Circumscribed dermal edema.

Patches of irritated skin
caused by any number of reasons.

But you say
you can rule out stress?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Al!

I was just on my way to see you.

Well, I'm sort of busy,
so, um...

My son would like a word.

Norman, show him your hand.

It seems Norman has caught
whatever it is you have.

It's only hives.

I see you've been to the doctor.
What did he say?

He asked me if I'd chAnged my
washing powder or my aftershave.

He give you a prescription?

- Yeah.
- Excellent!

Oh!

Good morning, al.

And how are you today?

Been better, Mrs. T.

Got this.

Is it hives
or something more serious?

I never discuss
my clients' prescriptions.

But you can tell us if hives
are contagious.

If you want medical advice,
I suggest you ask Dr. Ellingham.

What is it about me
that women don't like?

You know that Mrs. Dingley,
that cat woman?

She could hardly bear
to look at me,

let alone
hold a proper conversation.

Were you asking her for money?

I was asking her
for my money, yeah.

You leave her alone.

Now, uh, this is
only for external use.

Oh!

Oh, would you excuse me?

Here we go. Here you are.

Thank you.

Hello?

Eh eh eh eh eh.

And thank you in advance

for the 350 quid
we'll be collecting tonight.

There's no way...

We'll be at that restaurant
at 6:00 P.M.

You make sure you're there.

You look absolutely terrible,
if you don't mind my saying so.

- I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Hey!

It really hurts. Just here.

Should I take those prawns
off the menu?

I think I'm gonna use your loo.

Ugh!

- All right, Ange?
- No. I'm knackered.

Miss Glasson's mum
says she's too ill

to look after the baby today,
so I've got him again.

Any chance I can see the doc?

I'll have to check. Um...

- Why have you got my baby?
- Eleanor's not very well today.

Did you have him yesterday?

Yeah. The thing is, I'm not here
to talk about the baby.

- It's my ankle tag.
- Your what?

My ankle tag.

If I start to sweat,
it gets really sore,

like it's rubbing
against the skin.

Can you take a look, doc?

This is really super.

Carry on, children.
Back in a moment.

What's wrong, Martin?
Why have you got James?

I thought it was better
that I have him,

rather than to leave him in
the custody of a child convict.

What do you mean?

Your mother subcontracted
to a girl called Angie.

Not Angie Grappy?

I don't know
what her full name was.

No doubt P.C. Penhale will
have it on his police computer.

Right. Okay. I'll deal with it.

Well, will you, or just hand him
back to your mother

and hope that she doesn't
do it again?

You've made your point, Martin.
Now, will you please go away?

Your mother couldn't care less
about our baby.

Oh, but you could.

A man who's about to
leave his son

and move hundreds of miles away
for the sake of his career.

Oh, yeah, you really care
about our baby.

That is a complete distortion!

No. Enough.
I'm in the middle of a lesson.

And what about James Henry?

Not your problem, Martin.

All right. We have a visitor.

- Aww!
- Aww!

Well, this lot
ought to make a profit,

but I'm not sure
it'll be 350 quid.

Ah, of course it won't.

Anyway, they want it tonight.

- So, what are we gonna do?
- We could act like men.

- How would that work, exactly?
- We stand up to the Tonkens.

We say, "no.
You can't have your money.

Now leave us alone."

You want protection?

In case they don't like us
acting as men.

The son, Norman...

If he takes a swing at my dad,
he'll probably kill him.

But you don't know
that he'll take a swing at him.

Just to make sure he don't,
can you come with us?

I'm not some kind of bodyguard
to be used as and when

you feel you might be in dAnger.

I can't see you got
anything better to do, Joe.

That's where you're wrong.

I'm in the middle of
an ongoing inquiry

concerning criminal damage
to a motor vehicle.

I'm just waiting to hear back
from the crb.

That's criminal records bureau.

And then I intend to
interrogate the suspect.

- Can't it wait?
- No.

Anyway, your business with the
loan sharks is a civil matter,

so I can't get involved.

What do you mean
by "civil matter"?

It's not a criminal offense
if you don't pay back a loan.

Mr. Tonken can take you
to a civil court.

But if he's not licensed
with the office of fair trading,

he probably won't risk it.

So, what you're saying... what
you're actually saying, Joe...

Is you're not gonna help us.

I'm saying I can't.

My hands are tied. By the law.

You know what, Joe?
The law is an ass.

Why'd you ring me
when the surgery's right there?

I didn't want to see him.
I need a lift to another doctor.

Isn't there a clinic
in Wadebridge?

I can't believe you let
Angie Grappy look after my baby.

I was ill.
I couldn't cope with a baby.

But you're well enough to come
here and cook food for Bert?

Please don't tell me off.

You'd rather be a chef than
look after your own grandson.

Not now, Lulu.
I'm not strong enough.

I feel sick.

In that case, you're coming
over the road with me.

Oh!

When did the pain start?

It only got really bad today.

I think it's something I et.

Aaah! Aah!

All right, all right, all right.

This isn't food poisoning.
It's an umbilical hernia.

Well, it's never played up
like this before.

What do you mean, "before"?

Oh, I had it
checked over in Spain.

So why didn't you
get it dealt with?

Well, because I had
places to go, people to see!

Well, it's obstructed
your intestine now.

Morwenna!

Congratulations.
You have a strangulated hernia.

Which means you need to be
operated on as soon as possible.

Morwenna!

Call an ambulance
and tell them it's urgent.

They'll probably guess

if I've dialed 999
'cause people only do it...

Just call them!

Call someone
and have it repaired.

It'll be cheaper than paying you
to stand around staring at it.

Yeah. Okay.

I think it's time you told me.

Told you what?

What it is that's bothering you.

Ah, it's, um...

It's, uh... it's nothing.

It's just...

Your work has ground to a halt,
you have hives and insomnia,

and you look as vacant
as the chickens.

It's clearly not nothing.

Look, I just, uh, don't really
want to talk about it right now.

Al.

My... my dad borrowed some money
from a couple of blokes,

and I had to pay them back,
or they were gonna...

Well, we don't know
what they were gonna do,

but they were
gonna do something.

That's not a good situation.

Very uncomfortable, I imagine.

I was just trying to help dad.

I, uh...

I gave them your fence money.

I see.

And were you going to
tell me this?

Probably not.

Right.

I was gonna find the money

before I had to
pay for the fence.

Oh, al.

That is... Once I'd found
the money from somewhere.

In the meantime, you'd just keep
fobbing off the old lady.

Sorry.

Morwenna!

If you're asking about the
ambulance, you needn't bother.

- Is it here?
- It's not coming.

- What?
- Not my fault.

They put the call down
as Portweggan.

The ambulance
has just arrived there.

- Well, call another one.
- Yeah, I did ask.

They're trying to find one.
Are you happy to wait?

Of course I'm not happy!

What happens
if this one takes ages?

Aaah! Aah!

If it's left much longer,

the intestine
will become gangrenous,

and she'll die of septicemia.

Either that, or she'll need
major surgery and a colostomy.

Which is why
I'm going to operate.

What?

- Wash your hands.
- Why?

- You're gonna help me.
- Yes!

You will only do what I tell you
to do when I tell you to do it.

Right.

I won't have to use a needle,
will I?

I'm really not good
with needles.

Shut up.

A scalpel
I could probably manage.

Or I could help instead.

Um, no.

Martin.

I was just gonna get
some surgical packs.

You will look after her,
won't you?

Yes, of course.

I'll carry out the procedure
to the best of my ability.

Only takes a few minutes.

My first incision's
about five centimeters long,

just above your mother's navel.

Then I'll use forceps
to hold the skin back,

and I'll go in and cut
and remove the hernia sac.

All right?

Yes. Okay.

Aren't you forgetting something?

- What?
- I'm still awake.

Yes. And you will be
throughout the procedure.

I thought that injection
was supposed to knock me out.

Uh, no, that was morphine to
numb the pain of your hernia.

Oh, god.

You keep that thing
away from me.

Shush.

I'm just going to
give you a, uh...

A local anesthetic
so you don't feel anything

when I make the incision.

How long does it take to work?

Just a few seconds.

I like to listen to some music
when I'm at the dentist.

You're not at the dentist,

so just, um be quiet.

Charming.

I'm gonna make
the first incision now.

Are you ready to swab the blood?

Blood? Okay.
Try not to pass out.

What are you doing now?

Be quiet.

All right.

What are you doing?

Mm. That's it.
Just need to close up now.

I can close up if you like.

I don't mind giving it a go
if you talk me through it.

Don't be ridiculous.

You can go in here.

You'll like it much better
in here.

You go in with Sandy.

Oh, no, you don't.

Aah! Aah!

Mrs. Dingley?

Oh, you coming to us.

And early. I like that.

Well, you won't like this.
We're not gonna pay you.

- That's funny.
- Well, we mean it.

Ah, you still got an hour
to chAnge your mind.

Now, if you'll excuse us,

we got to go and see
little Mrs. Dingley.

And I've got a feeling she's not
gonna be too pleased to see us.

What a shame.

Norman?

Thanks, Martin.

Uh, yes. Right.

I'm gonna take James
in the ambulance with me.

Right.

- Are you sure it went okay?
- Yes.

She'll be fine.

Doc, P.C. Penhale's
on the phone.

He says he needs you.

Doc's on his way.

When he heard it was me,
he said he'd drop everything.

Well,
he didn't exactly say that,

but I know that's what he meant

from the way
he hung the phone up.

What's happened here, then?

Oh!

It's all under control.

We was hoping to talk
to Mrs. Dingley.

But if there's been
some kind of an accident...

Hey! You leave her alone.

I was merely inquiring
after Mrs. Dingley's health.

Oh, course you were.

These are the loan sharks
I told you about, Joe.

Who are you calling loan sharks?

- Mrs. Dingley?
- Over here.

I'm not here to ask Mrs. Dingley
for money.

You say that now
with the police here,

but we know that you've
come here to bully that woman

till you get what you want.

I honestly don't know
what you're talking about.

How many fingers
am I holding up?

I'm not an idiot. Two.

Follow this one
without moving your head.

Now I need to have a look
in your eyes.

Ow.

Hold still.

What you doing?

I'm looking in your eyes.

I can see tiny spots
on your retina.

Do you often get little shapes

floating around
in front of your eyes?

Shapes?

All I can see
is a big bright light.

Oh. Oh, now it's gone.

Oh, now it's come back again.

Not only
do you have arcus senilis,

you also have
birdshot chorioretinopathy.

Is that good or bad?

Oh, no, it's not good,

but with steroids
and immunosuppressants,

at least you won't go blind.

Oh, well, that's a relief
'cause my poor cats need me.

Can you get rid of those people?

I could arrest them,
but only if they start a fight

which causes terror
to the public.

That's the legal definition.

Shut up! All of you!

Here, doc.
Has my son got hives?

- How should I know?
- Well, can you take a look?

Fleas. Flea bites.

You got a dog?

That's it.

- How long have you had it?
- Couple of days.

Mrs. Dingley gave it to Norman

because, uh,
she didn't have the...

Well... well, anyway,
she just gave it to him.

- Does it sleep in the Van?
- With Norman.

And when did your rash
first appear?

- Don't know.
- It was yesterday.

Right, then. That's where
your rash came from.

Would you like a diagram?
I have a patient.

You heard the doc.
Get rid of the kitten.

No.

It's for your own good, Norman.

We're not gonna pay you
any more money.

And there's nothing
you can do about it.

Yeah. That's right.

Oh, well, there might be nothing
I can do about it, perhaps.

But I wouldn't like to predict
what Norman's gonna do,

state he's in.

He's like a wild beast
when he's upset.

Can I just stop you there?

Up until now,
this has been a civil matter.

However, what you just said
sounded like a threat to me.

I weren't threatening anyone.

Good, 'cause that would be
a criminal matter,

and I'd have to take action.

If you harass these gentlemen,
I will arrest you.

B-But... but they owe me money.

Mrs. Dingley does too.
You can't expect me to just...

walk away.

Walk away? No.

Drive away? Yes.

And I don't want you coming

anywhere near
this village again.

If you do, I shall have to take

a close look
at this Van of yours,

check it's roadworthy,
check it's taxed,

check it's insured.

That will take a very long time,

and I will do it
over and over again.

Do I make myself clear?

Go on, Norman.

Get rid of the cat,
and let's get out of here.

Bye, Normie. Bye.

You know,
you wouldn't fall so much

if you bought
some new spectacles.

Yeah, I know.
I will. I promise.

A little soap
wouldn't go amiss, either.

Can I question
this suspect, doc?

What do you mean, "suspect"?

I believe Mrs. Dingley knows
something about criminal damage

to a motor vehicle
in the Harbor car park.

Oh, god.

I don't think this is
a great time...

No, I want to make
my confession.

Mrs. Dingley, he's a policeman,
not a priest.

I broke the window in that car.

Well, I saw the tide
was coming in,

and I saw this dog
on the backseat.

There was a dog?

No, it turned out to be
a fur coat.

So, you broke the window
to save the dog

that turned out to be a coat?

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

I'll pay for the window.

No, I can't, actually.

I can't.

I'm very sorry, but I can't.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Never mind, Mrs. Dingley.

No harm done.

Apart from the criminal damage.

But, um, we'll say no more.

- Right, boy.
- Hmm?

We do one of these every week,
we'll soon be in the black.

- You think?
- Proper job.

Right. I'll, uh,
go and check on the prawns.

Thanks for coming.

So, you have a proposal for me?

I've been thinking.

What if I offered you
10% of the restaurant's profits?

And... and...
And I'll sell my scooter.

And I'll pay you back in one go.
Well, almost.

Well, thank you, al.

But I don't think
you've thought this through.

How are you going to turn up
for work without the scooter?

Uh, I sort of assumed that
I didn't work for you anymore.

You didn't for awhile.

Could you get me
a glass of rioja?

Sí.

- How's your mother?
- Uh, comfortable.

Whatever that means.

But the consultant said
you saved her life.

Uh, yes.
And her bowel.

Well, I'm really grateful.

So...

Did you enjoy it?
Being a surgeon again?

Well, I didn't do it
for fun, Louisa.

Still... it must have been nice
to have a bit of practice

before you go back to London.

I was just gonna ask

if you could look after James
for awhile.

- Now?
- Yeah.

Why?

Well, you could just say,
"I'd be happy to help."

I would be happy to help,
obviously.

Oh, good, 'cause I wanted to
pop across the road.

It's Spanish theme night
at the restaurant,

and mum asked me to take a look
and report back.

Yeah.

I'm assuming
you don't want to come.

- No.
- No. I didn't think so.

Uh, right.
I'll be back in awhile.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

Uh, l-Louisa?

Yes, Martin?

Could you ask them
to switch the music off?

It's very loud.

Yes, Martin.

Mm.

Let's just finish off
the washing-up,

and we'll, uh, have some fun.

Martin.

Hello, love!

Clive!

She seems to have formed
a fixation on me.

What?! But why?!

I think you had better tell me
what's been going on here, doc.