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Oh!

What?

Are you crazy?

Stop it. Stop it.

Elaine? I was attacked.

That gang is driving me crazy threw blueberries.

Elaine Denton live here from Port Wenn,

inside the office of the victim Doc Martin.

Whatever it is, we don't have time for that. All right?

We have a busy schedule and I need you

to secure the area.

Unaware that he is his first patient

already been in the examination room,

Doc Martin obviously wasn't unaware of the fact

that this weekend annual Blueberry Festival.

A tragic turn of events for a tragic man

named Doc Martin,

who was a doctor.

I simply love it Blueberry Festival.

street fair, cakes, pies.

Stop talking and open your mouth.

I will enter the barrel

and stomp blueberries for wine.

Not with those toenail fungus, you won't.

I'm deathly allergic on blueberries,

but i want to eat like, a lot of pie.

Well, can you give me a pill to be okay?

- Yes, of course. - Really?

Not. Over there.

All right, Elaine, we've got just that five minutes for lunch,

so why don't you go out and you take...

Where is everyone?

Faced with a blank waiting room,

Doc Martin finally had space feel empty

Will you stop with that voice?

I have to practice this reporter thing.

I follow the Blueberry Festival on his live broadcast.

I want it to look professional.

And dressing up as a journalist Smurf

it just screams professionalism.

We have eight patients this afternoon

my aunt should too be next.

- Where is she? - Yes, everyone canceled.

Nobody goes to the doctor on Friday afternoon

during the Blueberry Festival.

In fact, wouldn't you should save?

Save for what?

You will be the judge on

big pie contest tomorrow?

- Oh, no, I won't. - Okay, but you will.

Because Dr. Reese always is was a judge.

Yes, but I'm not Dr. Reese.

I'm here with the local an old, old man

who is disoriented and confused.

He thinks he can ignore one of our favorite traditions.

Favorite traditions? Please.

You people would organize a parade for a new traffic light.

I'm not a pie judge.

- I'm a doctor. - Where are you going?

I'm going to see my next one scheduled patient.

More on this story in development as it develops,

I'm calling live from here next to my desk.

I'm Elaine Denton for Blue News.

That's it. That was it.

Okay. All festival stands. That.

They go right there. And... Oh, my eyes.

All right now, doctor.

Okay now.

Hey, good morning.

I have something for you.

See you at the pie contest, Judge Martin.

Okay, okay, and the plunge pool,

he goes right there.

Uh, hey, sorry. Give me a second.

Damn it! Ah!

Uh, this...

Oh!

Will you unfollow me?

Just go.

put it down it's not mine. Shoo!

Well, good morning to you.

Uh, good morning.

Perfect time for festival, wouldn't you say, um?

You seem to get it very seriously.

My favorite time of the year.

But doesn't all that bother you? your skin or eyelids?

All that face paint.

- Face paint. - Um.

Which face paint?

Well, Martin, what a nice surprise.

And you came right for lunch. Wah!

I'm not here for lunch.

Oh, you just stopped by? Well, good.

I was just thinking about how we would do it should spend more time together.

And look, there you are.

I came to do it your systematic review.

What?

Your card says you weren't there on examination

three years.

Why don't you jump on the worktop

so we'll examine you?

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

There is nothing funny in a 73-year-old woman

who avoids her annual urinalysis. Come on, up.

If you think I will allow you to examine me

in my own kitchen,

then I'll have to to fillet

with his bone knife.

Aunt Sarah, I need you to take this seriously.

You might be my doctor, but you are also my nephew

and right now we are having lunch.

So wash your hands.

Sincerely.

You know, they asked me to be a judge

at the pie contest... with you.

And I said yes, I meant it that would be fun.

I hear that Elizabeth Evans

does some sort of thing meringue crust with blueberries

or something similar to that.

Do you really take all these drugs?

Well, there are two for my high blood pressure,

and the rest, I don't know...

osteoporosis,

reflux, high cholesterol.

Dear God, woman, you are a ticking time bomb.

And this fried fish for lunch

also not helping the situation.

Have you thought about exercise?

Maybe some leafy greens in the diet?

dr. Reese told me to avoid leafy vegetables

because it could react badly

with my blood thinner and i might pass out or something.

And kale tastes like jackfruit.

There is a new drug on the market

which will not have these complications.

I'll write you a prescription.

In the meantime, we will talk about

skipping medical examinations in your advanced age.

If you're going to continue play doctor

I don't want to have lunch with you so get out.

Just go. See you at the pie contest.

I don't judge the pie contest.

Well then, we won't see each other at all.

Fried fish is delicious.

Oh, Judge Martin,

what do you prefer shortcrust pastry or puff pastry?

You lost me as a judge.

Judge Martin,

do you enjoy mesh cover?

I don't trust myself enough to do it leaf pattern--

I'm not judging a pie contest.

- Oh! - Martin. Hi.

Where did you go?

Well, I'm going to lunch,

but it seems to be blueberry mania

swallowed this whole city.

Exactly. Well, it's that time of year.

Which reminded me, I wondered

um, do you maybe like cinnamon.

I'm afraid to ask. But why are we talking about spices?

Or maybe vanilla or caramel.

Small strips of caramel

which are gently wrapped around your taste buds.

Oh, no, Louisa, not you.

I'm sorry, I won't judge the pie contest.

I guess I'm just another one the desperate pie baker asks

who is looking for an advantage.

- You have all lost your mind. - Maybe.

But this is a big deal in this small town.

I mean, it's nice.

It's a tradition. It's competitive.

Yes, it's also a lot fat and sugar.

Yes, but the first prize is small blue crown.

But Barry Hammers always wins.

Always. He always takes first place. Always.

Real competition in Port Wenn is for second place.

Oh, wait. What about ginger?

You know, I mean, it is interesting combination, isn't it?

With blueberries.

Louisa, Louisa, Louisa, I will not judge.

Judge Martin, what do these look like? berries fresh to you?

Am I crazy if I add mint in your pie?

No, no, no. Listen, everybody.

I am the city doctor and my only concern is your health.

So you can skip your appointments

and ignore your well-being, but I will not decide

about the winner of your funny competitions, because I don't care.

Think about ginger.

We'll talk about that later.

I'm delighted you came to lunch, doctor.

It was either this or to be force-fed

blueberries in the parking lot.

I'll have a garden salad

with chicken, please.

Unfortunately, we don't have any

garden salad today.

- I'm so sorry. - Okay.

- Uh, steamed fish. - No, not even that.

- Then shepherd's pie. - Hmm. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

And we ran out of that.

What do you have in the kitchen?

Today, in the kitchen, we have greg.

- This is the madness surrounding the competition. - Oh, no.

Oh yes, every year he decides

that he is the chef, to know how to cook.

- And yet-- - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I chilled this dough. I swear I did.

- That's not fair. - I'm not allowed there.

I'm a pie judge. Conflict of interest.

And, yes, I heard you are stepped down from his position.

God knows who they will find to replace you.

It's going to be a long weekend.

Ah, but maybe we still have

one last tuna salad in the rear cooler.

- I hate mayonnaise. - Who chooses, does not profit.

I'm going to check.

Tuna salad is delicious.

Lots of mayonnaise.

Uh, sorry, uh, you...

I have to ask.

You are blue. The whole. And you don't have makeup on.

You are simply blue.

It's for everyone's sake blueberries I eat.

You're kidding.

Are you kidding me? Uh, no, you can't be serious.

Blueberries wouldn't...

Yeah, it's my fault.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Totally, totally my fault.

I just couldn't see you because of my eyes.

Let's take a look. Throw your head back.

Okay. I think everything is fine.

It's just allergies. It happens every year.

How about you leave it to me making a diagnosis

and you stick to being an idiot?

- Sounds fair. - You have to come to my office.

I can't, doc. I have to go set up a plunge pool.

Yeah, I guess it's a plunge pool more important

from making you blind. Come on. This way.

Okay.

No, this way. Second course, Mark.

This way.

Ah!

That.

It's ready. Okay, that's good.

Just, like, hold my face in the frame all the time.

- Yes. - Like, I'll stay, but...

Go! Go, go, go!

You know, they replaced you in the panel of judges

with Bert.

Whoah. Big mistake.

You don't want to give my dad

so much power.

Be able? It's a pie contest.

Oh come on Doc.

You know, everything is here so nice

and the people are so sweet.

We only need one day a year to be, like

really competitive and mean.

As "Purification", but with blueberries.

Okay, well, eye drops and warm compresses

should help your eyes a little, but I strongly doubt it

that you have Reiter's syndrome.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

I didn't write anything the whole week.

Maybe a parking ticket. And in my dream journal--

R-E... Reiter's syndrome.

Is it painful to urinate? Mark?

Usually people who suffer from Reiter

they can't see, they can't pee and I can't climb a tree

due to untreated chlamydia.

Chlamydia? Chlamydia?

- Sexually transmitted disease chlamydia? - Yes.

How many sexual partners do you have? had

since breaking up with louis?

I don't know, like four, five...

eight...

- I mean nine. - My friend Gretchen.

- Ten. - Debbie.

Eleven.

- Ugh! - Come on, doc.

You know how it is.

Big face, small pond,

all fish jump to my network.

- Are you home? - Yes, I'd rather not.

So you have to inform

each of his partners about their exposure.

Wait, doc. Notify them?

Like, tell them I am may have passed on to them...

Maybe they have chlamydia?

Exactly.

And this will clear the infection.

Doxycycline prescription.

Not. Not. Wait, doc. Doc, wait.

So, like a recipe that do i have to, like, go pick it up?

That. I assume you know how these things work.

Elaine, I'm going out take some food

and nothing will stop me.

Okay, I guess I have to…

Someone has to pick up the medicine from his mommy.

Shut up, Al.

Yes, sir.

It's Barry Hammers.

That's our Blue-Barry. Are you home?

Blue-Barry (Blue berry).

- Of course, it's free. - Thank you.

And he is the one who wins first place

in the pie contest every year?

- Him? - Yes.

He-he actually is

Blueberry Festival mascot,

master baker, and it's blue.

This is because year after year everything he eats...

Oh, that's funny.

You could eat every one blueberry on the planet.

- You wouldn't turn blue. - You know, I turned orange...

when I was on that carrot diet.

- It's not the same thing, Bert. - Tell that to Blue Barry.

Judge Large, I'm almost done

with your free by changing the oil.

Oh, thanks, Billy.

And, hey, tell the lady that I would love

to have my back yard raided.

No, there must be something wrong with him.

Some condition and uses...

Leave him alone, doc.

Poor old Blue Barry looks much better now

than when we were in high school.

Scary Barry.

He was a real terror back then.

Scary Barry? Why did they call him that?

- Well... - Hey, Bert, your car is done.

Excuse me. The pie business.

hey billy how is the bacon doing?

You know, it's the bottom still gooey...

Oh, Martin, hi. I was looking for you.

I just wanted to apologize for being so intrusive

about the competition he asks earlier.

I just think maybe me my ambition prevailed...

Why is this a competition for you? so important?

Oh, well, um...

I have always loved baking cakes.

And in the past, I didn't really could do her best

because I shouldn't have overshadowed Sally,

his future mother-in-law.

Former future mother-in-law.

I always had to work in third place

and let her take another year after year.

But now, there are no more gloves.

You know, I'm not with Mark anymore,

and I have a brand new baking trick in the sleeve, and...

I don't know, I just feel like,

if I could get away with it from third place,

that maybe everyone could me see in a new light.

You know how small towns are

i can put in a box give you a label?

You're a spinster. You are an idiot.

- You are grumpy. - Pie judge.

Exactly.

And you? You are...

- Heartbreaker. - Um.

So...

it seems like a colossal waste

time, energy and food,

but I guess this one small competitions

they help distract people

from the gloomy reality

of life in a city with no perspective.

Hmm.

Well, thank you for that.

Um, but this competition

it actually means something to me.

You know, especially this year

when, uh, when I'm actually trying prove to yourself

that I can be more than I thought I could.

Now listen, Johnny.

I let you off the hook twice last week

because you were filling mailboxes fish heads.

All right? Not!

So you're going to do this for me, okay?

- Here. - Man, this is crazy.

Your name is on the prescription. The pharmacy is your mom.

Okay, but she's very busy, and may not notice. Okay?

Here, come on. I'll give you my handcuffs.

I won't do it.

Your eyes look super gross.

Shut up, Johnny! Ha?

That. Your little kid's bike!

Sally.

Which should go right here?

Oh, that's for my next trophy, of course.

Oh, but you're the judge this year.

We shouldn't be talking about pie contest.

Okay, here. Let me charge you.

With a new recipe,

that's $127.90.

What? $127 a month? What the hell?

Well, it's this one a new blood thinner

which Dr. Best prescribed for you.

It is very expensive.

No, no, no, I'll just hold on the old one.

I won't pay for it.

Well, you have more one supplement.

Should I call Dr. Best? to check if that's ok?

No, no, I'm holding it

away from your personal health problems from now on.

He comes to lunch and brings your stethoscope.

Whoah! Is it cool on your skin?

I bet Dr. Best has very warm hands.

Sally. He is my nephew.

All right.

Then $21.45.

- Okay. - Oh, hi, honey.

- What brings you here? - Oh, hey, hey, mom.

I can't really talk right now.

I have that criminal situation in development

down on Lincoln.

Um, I just need to fill in this recipe

very fast. No worries. All cool.

- Did Louisa do this to you? - No, mom, stop it.

What is it? Gonorrhea? Syphilis?

Big H? Little H?

No, no, nothing to do with, nothing like that.

And Louisa nothing to do with it.

That's...

It's chlamydia.

Chlamydia? Well, that's not so bad.

They all had chlamydia, honey.

At least they're not pubic ears.

The ears are much worse.

Look down and see that little monsters snapping at you.

Who gave you this?

Is she Gretchen?

Elaine's friend, the one with the face?

They all have faces...

Oh, yes, that sounds about right.

- She's awful. - No.

I don't know. I don't know!

Honey, relax.

You are now a free man.

Something like this had to be done happen.

I'm actually proud of you what are you doing

And while this antibiotic

doesn't start working

a good place to dip piss for a few minutes every evening

is a nice cold glass of 7-Up.

Mom, stop it!

- Um. - Really?

Yes, honey.

There's something in the bubbles.

It's better. This is...

Ah! You shouldn't be here.

I'm still getting ready for tomorrow.

I'm so sorry. Should I go back? in a better time?

Yes, actually. This is chaos.

Al can no longer be my cameraman.

Must run a plunge pool tomorrow

at the street fair.

What are you doing here?

I'm seeing if Dr. Reese is

ever treated Barry Hammers.

I have to understand why is that man blue?

Something really can be wrong with him.

A whole semi-free day, and you you can't stop being a doctor.

You won't find any files there for Barry Hammers.

- I won't? - Blue Barry?

He's never been a patient here. Like, never.

Someone actually told me…

Was it Irma? I think it was Irma.

Was it Irma? I don't know if it is was Irma specifically.

- Regardless-- - She told you what?

Irma says it's Blue Barry

had some terrible health condition

while he was in high school.

Someone had to inspect it specialist in Bar Harbor.

- A specialist? - Yes. Okay, listen, listen.

You will be my cameraman tomorrow at the festival.

Oh.

I certainly do I won't work.

Al fell off. You are the only one the option I have left.

And I follow the festival from 9:00 am

until midnight tomorrow, so please put on some comfortable shoes.

Not these.

last time, I will not attend

nor participate in this damn festival.

What?

What? What is that view?

No, I just...

I just wanted to remind you

that there are certain things

which I do.

Certain things with blood

which I do.

For you.

Things that maybe I don't want to work

but i do them anyway.

Well, maybe...

could you do something for me

what you don't want to do.

This is blackmail.

You're blackmailing me.

And remember,

this is the good side my face.

Doc Martin and Elaine's office.

How can I help you today?

Oh, yes. All right. That.

They need a doctor at Salty Breeze.

Someone burned their hand.

And see you tomorrow

at the Blueberry Festival

at 9:00 am, live from Port Wenn.

Have a nice evening.

And good night.

It burns all the time,

don't sleep don't pay attention.

It will be fine.

But what's wrong...

is that people get hurt because of the pie baking competition.

No, you can't wrap it too much.

I need my hand all day tomorrow. I have to bake.

- Can you hear what you're saying? - I have to bake.

You are experiencing nervous breakdown

because of the pie competition.

I have to bake.

Greg, honey, this is a pie contest

it gives you an anxiety attack.

But won't it be worth it if i win?

Not.

The whole year I listen only to Fr

George's lobster sandwiches and George's stew.

I... People just see me like a guy with money,

some silent partner,

George's less creative the other half,

but I am more than that.

Can't you just give it to him a sedative?

Everyone in this town needs it a sedative.

I can't win a pie contest.

Barry will win.

- Barry always wins. - He always wins.

But just once I would like to win another,

third, honorable mention, the most acidic filling.

That would prove me too i can make things.

That I'm good with my hands.

- Just not with this hand. - I know.

I should be happy because of Barry's success.

Irma told me what she was like had a troubled youth.

Wait, what do you mean by that?

Just how he rose above of all his health problems

to become this local legend.

I was a troubled teenager myself.

In high school, the football team locked me out

into the janitor's closet

after I put in the strands.

Where's my prize?

So you're saying it's Barry was sick as a kid?

- A terrible disease? - It was just acne.

Horrible acne. Supposedly awful.

Disfiguring.

Irma went to graduation with Scary Barry.

So he had bad skin?

And my mother gave me up.

Maybe I should write that berries

over the top of your pie.

Greg, honey. Hey, look at me.

- Look at me. - Look over there.

I love you. Very.

But this is not worth it.

Year after year, you are driving yourself crazy

because of the blueberry!

Oh!

That!

Hi.

Are you recording this?

Do you see that?

Ah, okay. Ahem.

I'm reporting live from Port Wenn

the annual Blueberry Festival,

I'm Elaine Denton.

Let's seize this moment to get reactions

from a man and a woman on the street, okay?

- This should be fascinating. - Seriously.

So men and women on the street?

That's everyone on the street.

Mmm. You want to get reaction from a pig?

Aren't you going to set the pig question?

Good afternoon, sir.

As you like it festival this year?

- It's okay. - Okay?

So that's all what do you feel

Uh, okay.

Oh, no. Sorry. I ask.

- Is it okay? - Oh, okay.

Okay. Have you ever really hit someone

with your rolling pin?

Cobbler, crushed or crunchy,

can anything really be measured with pie?

Hello ma'am, have you traveled a long distance

to try the best blueberries from Maine

here in Port Wenn?

Elaine, it's me, Irma.

Hey, how many people now watching my live stream?

How should I know?

The number is at the top screen.

What are you, a hundred years old?

Two.

Al and someone called Port Wenn-dy.

Is that it?

No one else in the whole city not watching my broadcast?

It's not the moon landing, and everyone is here.

Oh, this is a disaster.

How am I ever going to get any national audience?

I can't even make friends and neighbors to watch me.

Wait. We have one more live viewers.

- That's your mother. - Is it just now turning on?

No, but he comments. "Is that my jacket?"

Oh, this is something.

This is something. This is something.

Doc!

Okay, now, everyone!

One dollar per roll.

All proceeds go to benefit

Black mold removal fund in prison!

- Oh, Kimberly, um, how are you? - I got your message.

Oh, yes, oh um, notice.

That. I just wanted you keep up to date.

Well, I just have to go there because...

I just have a thing for the plunge pool

which I somehow do right now.

My mother heard the voicemail that you left me.

- Is it? - I'll kill you.

Okay. Okay. You know, we don't have to like, throw...

We just, you know, can...

Okay, so if you just...

Marilyn? Yvonne? Gretchen?! Gretchen.

Oh, you girls just got my call.

That's good because, that's good

because it used to be went to voicemail.

I wasn't sure. Okay, ladies.

Let's just remember if this is a game, huh?

It's all for fun.

Greater response than usual

at the plunge pool this year.

All players appear

very motivated.

Your faces are just so angry.

- Okay! - Oops!

That was a real missile, Karen. That was...

- Whoah! - My name is Carol.

Carol. I thought... I knew that.

She has very strong feelings about

eradicating that prison mold.

You, you really are threw a lot there.

Whoah! Okay, that was...

Aah!

Okay! I felt it.

Everything is, like, broken.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay. Enough, enough, refuse!

Ladies, come on! Come on, enough, enough!

Okay, that's enough!

Hey.

Is this embarrassing for me?

That.

Attention! Attention, everyone!

It's almost time! The judges are done

your last round of tasting, and we will start soon

award ceremony for annual competition

in Blueberry Pie Baking in Port Wenn.

Now, somewhere in the crowd

could be this year's winner.

Who will it be?

Enter the Legion Hall and take a seat!

Oh, wait, oh, wait.

We are full.

Sorry.

Well, it's not my fault!

Come on, you should have known!

No, no.

You know better than that.

- Hey. - Okay.

- Um, sorry. - Um.

Perfectly.

Tucked away to an overcrowded fire station.

Shh.

Completely shut down every year.

Set aside every year.

I'm trying to watch this.

Oh, of course, of course. Sorry.

Okay, how many people are watching now?

I mean live streaming.

- One. - Just my mom?

Okay. I guess Al managed to get inside.

Okay. ok ahem okay.

This is so stressful.

Pull yourself together.

Louisa, you're stopping me circulation in your fingers.

Just another simple person

who tries to distract herself from the grim reality, I suppose.

I-I didn't mean to imply that you are simple.

I-I just...

T-It's just a pie contest.

No, it's more than that. But you wouldn't understand

because you don't want to understand.

And you don't want to understand

because you actually don't care.

I'm number two.

Good evening. Good afternoon, mom.

I'm Elaine Denton

which records, reports live

inside the Legion Hall where it is the trial has just begun.

It's over. It's over.

And basically they are ate all the pies

and we will know the winner soon.

Live. With me.

Your daughter. For Blue News.

Blue news.

ladies and gentlemen, good day

Uh, we, the judges, brought it their final decisions.

As you know, this is blind testing.

And it's my job, privilege, honor,

announce that it is in third place,

asks 21.

What?

It's me. It's me.

Not. It's me.

- No. - It's me.

Wow, big surprise.

It's Greg Garrison took third place.

Also, mom, can I hold jacket?

- I think it suits me well. - I did it! I did it!

I did something good! And I placed!

I knew you could do it, baby!

But j-j-i always wins third. Always.

Does this mean...

And in the second place, we chose

pie number seven.

It's me.

Well, mom, you were right.

Sally Milo took over

second place again this year.

Wait. Wait.

What does this mean?

I'm not...

Am I? Am I?

Did I take the first one?

And thank you. In the first place...

Excuse me.

Pie 13 is in first place.

What?

Oh! Again?

And as always, Barry Hammers takes first place

in the annual competition in baking pies in Port Wenn.

I didn't even...

I didn't even place?

Aunt Sarah!

I'm fine.

No, your heartbeat is weak and irregular.

How long until the ambulance arrives?

Ten minutes. They're all out at the hospital.

- We can take her in my car. - No, we need oxygen.

- We can last ten minutes. - I'm okay.

Not. You just need to be calm and quiet, okay?

Oh, um, clear the street in front of the Legion Hall.

Emergency services comes to get sarah

and you all think good thoughts.

- She'll be okay. - Okay.

We are waiting for an ambulance.

- ...we are waiting for an ambulance... - I don't understand.

She was fine all day,

until the last round of judging.

When did she start feeling bad?

We ate so much.

I think it has started

just as we were tasting last few pies.

Those pies.

Well, she's wide open assortment of medicines.

It is possible that some ingredient in one of the pies

reacts badly with...

W-which one of those pies is it ate last?

- Um, um, the one over there, number seven. - Oh, that's my pie.

Okay, I need you to tell me exactly what's in your pie

immediately, every ingredient.

Oh, that's, uh, nothing out of the ordinary.

Um, lard, lard in, um, organic wheat crusts.

Mm-hmm.

And, uh, sugar, corn starch, lemon.

Blueberries, of course.

Oh, do I have to say?

That!

Just a dash of powdered MSG.

My mother always said that the blueberries live on.

And there was nothing.

It was like, no, hardly anything there.

Monosodium glutamate would only cause

slight increase in heart rate.

That's not what's happening here. It's not MSG.

But that MSG is a violation competition rules.

All organic, all ingredients home grown. You cheated.

Sally Milo, I'm afraid that we must eliminate you

from the competition.

Not. No, George, no!

Well, who made that pie, number 14, there?

That would be it fourth place, right?

That's mine. That's, that's my pie.

oh, um greetings, everyone.

Uh, very surprising development of events

here at the pie contest.

Silence, everyone, everyone!

What pie did Sarah eat before Sally?

Uh, that one over there, pie 13.

Yes, yes, it's blueberry pie Blue Barry.

I can guarantee you that the ingredients are in my pie

as always, 100% organic and domestic cultivation.

Did you grow the ingredients yourself?

That.

And what fertilizers did you use? or pesticides?

How dare you do you even ask me that?

Do you even know What does organic mean?

Will we really? allow this stranger

to come to our city and questioning me?

Blue Barry, Blueberry Festival mascot.

sorry, I was just asking if...

Then I'm just telling you

that I am guaranteed that they are my pie ingredients

were 100% certified organic.

Wait, t-he guaranteed you who?

I.

I guaranteed myself.

You bought that pie, didn't you?

No, no, of course not.

I don't care if that pie came

from your kitchen or container

behind Salty Breeze.

I'm just worried my aunt's life.

Now, whether you know it or not

what's in that pie?

I don't know. I bought it.

Online. But there was nothing unusual in her.

I-I swear to you, I swear.

If only I could describe

feeling in room right now.

- It's electrified. - You're P-Blue Barry.

Because of everyone the blueberries you eat.

Because, year after year, day and night,

you bake blueberry pies.

I can't even cook!

Oh, my god.

And it's not from blueberries, Bert.

Use colloidal silver already, what, 40 years?

You went to that dermatologist when you were a teenager

and he wrote it down for you for your chronic acne, right?

But you should have used it lotion only two months,

not decades, and you turned blue,

which is a long-term side effect excessive use.

You need to stop using it.

I loved being blue.

It became my identity.

It gave me a place in this city.

I wasn't a freak anymore.

I was... a mascot.

At least I made my pie!

- If I'm out, he's out too! - Oh, my God.

Moments like these they remind us

why we are alive and why we bake pies.

And what about you Louisa? W-what's in yours?

Oh, uh, nothing.

I mean, I mean, nothing which could harm her.

But didn't you say you had? new baking trick

in the sleeve? What was that?

N-I was soaking blueberries in spinach water

24 hours before baking.

I read about it in an old French cookbook.

That should be maintained sweet berries,

but i promise i'm spinach grown by myself

and I didn't break any rules. I never break the rules.

Well, fresh blueberries in cold water

would absorb a huge amount calcium

and oxalate from fresh spinach,

and her old blood thinners would react negatively,

but I switched it to a new drug, so that--

She didn't take it a new drug

because it was too expensive.

It's still on to the old blood thinner.

I knew that I should have called you.

The ambulance is almost here.

- It's spinach. - Oh, no.

He needs a heparin injection. It will be okay.

Let's just sit her down.

I'm glad it's going to be okay, but i can't.

- This way. This way. - This way, this way...

I just can't believe it if i won...

I actually won.

Well, I guess you'll work my favorite meals all month.

Fried chicken, i macaroni and cheese, and that--

- Stop talking. - What?

Gregory Denise Garrison,

did you just tell Bert that we will

well, i would work his favorite dishes

if you win the pie contest?

Oh, wait, wait. It's not over yet, folks.

No, of course not. I never would.

I mean, I may have mentioned in jest

to adapt a little to his taste,

and if I were to place at the competition,

I may have shown what's my pie

I don't know. This competition is driving me crazy.

Well, Sarah is on her way to the hospital.

Doc Martin says that it will be fine

but if I'm not mistaken,

there is one final twist in the trial he asks,

and, yes, here it comes.

Gregory Garrison, you are summarily disqualified

from the competition due to unconscionable behavior.

We'll talk tonight.

He's out, Greg's gone,

and like the phoenix that rises from the ashes.

Which means it is the official and final winner

of this year's annual pie baking competitions

from blueberries in Port Wenn...

Can you believe what here we look today?

Louisa Gavin.

Hoo-hoo!

Oh, my God!

That!

Wait, wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.

We have to take Sarah to the hospital.

No, no, you stay. She will be fine.

You did it.

You deserve this, you won.

Oh, I, uh...

Oh!

- Stop! - Stop!

Ah!

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Did I scare you?

That.

I don't like the idea

to be in this stupid city without you.

And if you couldn't afford it new drug,

you should have told me.

I'm sorry, Martin, I just...

I was so angry because...

I thought you were coming for lunch,

but you didn't.

And I just...

Just trying to catch up wasted time.

I just want to--

You want to spend more time with me?

That.

So...

Maybe I turned down the role pie judge,

but I will accept the role your nephew.

And you can be my weekly lunch companion.

Guaranteed.

Twice a week.

Provided that lunch follows

a quick walk from at least 10,000 steps.

- Ten thousand steps? - Mm-hmm.

And no more fried cod.

Greeting. Would anyone like to tonight's dessert?

Ice cream.

Not.

Oh.

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