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Louisa.

Hello, Martin.

How are you?

You're pregnant.

Yes. I am.

Hello.

Hello.

Uh, I-I'm a friend of Martin's.

Me too.

I'm staying at the pub.

I thought I'd get the taxi to
drop me here first, though.

So I could tell you
in person and, uh...

Yeah.

Shall I go?

No, no. I-I just
dropped by on my way.

You... You carry on.

Look, Louisa...

That, um... This,
uh, pregnancy. It's...

It's ours, Martin.
Yours and mine.

Um, and what do you want...

Do you want to get
married? I mean...

You're certain it's ours?

Yes, I am certain.

And, no, I don't
want to get married.

You know it's a bit
late for an abortion?

I thought I should tell you
before the village finds out.

Why are you going to the pub?

My house is rented out.

Who's she?

What? Oh, it's Edith.

Edith.

Why aren't you in London?

I didn't like London. And
the school didn't like this.

Oh. Uh, no.

Right.

So you're here.

It's gonna be fine, Martin.
It's not your problem.

Bye.

- Is she from the village?
- Yes.

- Well, don't do anything hasty.
- What?

Does she have a job?

Yes. Uh, no.

Actually I don't think she does.

Well, don't think you
have to rescue her.

She's a grown woman.
She's chosen to have a baby.

It's her choice, Ellingham.

How old did you say you were?

I'm 35 years old, Santa.

35 and you still believe
in Father Christmas?

Hello.

All right.

You, um... You back
for good or just visiting?

Well, I've got a job interview
at the school tomorrow.

So fingers crossed.

Do you want a drink.
Or are you not drinking?

Glass of water would be lovely.

Have you got a room, John?

Certainly have.

So.

Yeah. Six months.

Does he know?

If you mean
Martin, yes, he does.

We're both fine about
it. Still good friends.

Oh.

He didn't ask you
to move in, then?

I wouldn't want to,
actually, Pauline.

Thank you, John.

Do you know what?

I think I'll have
a little lie-down.

Harbor view?

Harbor view would
be lovely. Thanks.

I can't believe it.

Only 7:00.

Then she went up to her room

and didn't come
down again all evening.

And him sitting up here
with the house all to himself.

Morning.

There you are, Uncle Jimmy.

Only one more.

Morning, Louisa!

Welcome home!

Hi.

Miss Glasson's back, then?

Yeah.

Yeah. Staying at the Crab.

In her own village,
paying for shelter.

A room at the inn.
In her condition.

- She's rented her house out.
- I know.

Did you not see her, then?

- What?
- Miss Glasson.

I heard the taxi
dropped her up here.

She did call in briefly,
yes, to say hello.

"Hello."

And then she went to the pub.

As had always been
her plan. So it seems.

Not that it's any
of your business.

- Or anybody's else's.
- Don't be unkind.

I am not!

Just 'cause a woman's strong

don't mean it's all
right to take advantage.

That's all I'm saying.

Miss Glasson is here.

Who is?

To see about the
part-time vacancy?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Jolly good. Jolly good.

And welcome to our humble...

Oh. Aha.

But you're... you're no
stranger to this room, are you?

No, no. But no problem, though.

Fine, fine.

And didn't know you were
expecting a baby, actually.

Yes.

Didn't even know
you were married.

You d... You don't have to
be married to have a baby.

Ah.

I-I was engaged.
We... We called it off.

Ah, to the doctor,
yes? To Doc Martin?

- Yes.
- Fine doctor.

Well, you'd be perfect, of
course, in every other sense.

You know the school.
The kids know you.

But I'm afraid we need someone
to get stuck in right away.

And here I am.

I'm sorry, Miss Glasson.
There's been some confusion.

Um...

And this must catch
you at an awkward time.

But I'd be perfect
for it. As you said.

Sadly, the legal position...

The legal position
obliges the mother

to take two weeks off after
the baby's born, that's all.

And as I'm not due until
the summer holidays,

there's no problem
there that I can see.

Not if we're being legal.

What, it's just two weeks?

That's the law.

Well, I mean,
wouldn't you get tired?

You're very kind.

Thank you. I'll be fine.

Is your arm all right?

Mm?

Oh, it’s a bit sore.

Well, you do know
the kiddies, I suppose.

Three years we've been
married, and still no family.

While you and Miss Glasson...

I mean, where's
the fairness in that?

Time to push things along, then.

Time to pay a fortune.

No.

You sell some eggs...
Or you donate them...

And they give
you free treatment.

They'll explain it all.

Yes?

I've got Dr. Montgomery
for you, Dr. Ellingham.

Right. Put her through.

Edith, I've got an
infertile couple for you.

She's 37. Looks older.

Regular menstrual cycle.
No history of sexual disease.

Obese?

Bit on the tubby side
but not obese, no.

Are you just talking, or
have you had a poke Around?

No, I've done her. She's fine.

Him?

At a glance, pretty
much what you'd expect.

Enlarged breast
tissue. Classic irritability.

Testicles?

Yep. Small and soft.

What are you saying?

I've got a 3:30 this
afternoon, as it happens.

Send them along for a prelim.

He can leave a sample
while they're at it.

Righto.

Any development with
your London prospect?

Uh, I can't talk.
I'm with a patient.

You've already decided
it's me, haven't you?

Give them a sample.
Prove me wrong.

3:30 this afternoon.

Modern building
next to outpatients.

So that's gonna
be weird, isn't it?

Back there but no
longer top banana.

I know, but still.

How's she gonna keep going,
lugging that lump around?

Mm. Interesting.

Well, I'll do it for her!

But we're not happy about
it! And I won't say that we are!

Bye.

Miss Glasson's got
the job at the school.

- Miss Glasson?
- Yep.

- What school?
- The school. Our school.

- Louisa Glasson?
- Yeah. She came back yesterday.

Expecting.

Expecting what?

A baby.

Martin?

- It's not my fault.
- Oh.

I mean, it is my fault.
But it's not just my fault.

It's not my fault
that you don't know.

I didn't know until yesterday.

Please sit down.

- Well, how pregnant is she?
- Six months, I'd say.

Mm. I know. She
doesn't want me involved.

What did she say?

She said that she was
fine and I wasn't to worry.

Bollocks. You're the father.

- How do you feel about that?
- What?

- Being a father.
- Me?

Yes, Martin, you. What
are you going to do?

- Uh, in what way?
- Well, for Louisa.

She's got no family to speak of.

Her body's teeming
with hormones.

In three months' time, she's
going to have a baby on her own.

I think she might be in
a little trouble, don't you?

Um... Yes.

So, what are you gonna do
when the baby comes, miss?

Well, that's gonna
be in the holidays.

Yeah, but when the
holidays are over,

who's going to look after it?

Doc Martin, miss?

No, not Dr. Ellingham.

So no problems at all?
Nothing you want to tell me?

No, I-I just picked
up where I left off.

Sorry. Am I dusty?

Little bit.

Hello, Dr. Ellingham.

Hello.

Ah. There you are. You've
missed two appointments.

Have I?

Three possibly.

Um, your tests results came
back about a fortnight ago.

Oh, dear. I have been busy.

Well, they're all clear.
Are you still constipated?

I'll leave you to it.

11 days now.

You need a urine test.
Call the receptionist.

So, um, is everything all right?

How... How do you mean?

Well, um, I mean, you've
got everything you need?

You got the job, which is good.

Yes.

He's weird, though.

- Who is?
- The headmaster.

Ah.

What?

Well, no, I mean it must
be galling being back

and not being headmistress.

No, it... it's not galling.

He's not normal.

Tell you what isn't normal.

What?

You having this baby.

Without telling me.

It's very high-handed
of you, Louisa.

- Oh, is it?
- Yes, it is.

Do you imagine I
didn't want to discuss it?

In London, on my
own, in a bed-sit,

37 years old, single, pregnant?

Do you think I didn't want to

talk to the father,
work things out?

But what would you
have said, Martin, hmm?

"Have you considered
an abortion, Louisa?

I'll back you up.
Whatever you decide."

I would have backed
you up, absolutely.

But keeping it secret is
just feminist point-scoring.

Like staying at the pub.

No, I didn't choose
to stay in the pub.

My house has been
rented out to Mr. Creepy!

But nobody made you do
it. And you get money for it.

- So?
- So...

That pays for the
room at the pub!

We should arrange to
get your notes sent down.

My... My doctor's notes?

Yes. It's pretty
straightforward.

Yeah, well, they've
been sent down.

I'm... I'm with the
hospital in Truro.

What?

You didn't imagine you'd
be my doctor, did you?

That... That would
be really odd, Martin.

Oh. Your choice.

That's fine.

Why don't you take a seat?

If I could ask
you to fill in here

and sign here.

Hello.

I wonder if you can help.

Is there something I can take

to stop me wanting to go to
the toilet every five minutes?

Any other symptoms?

Well, I'm pregnant.
How do you mean?

Anemia, constipation,
hemorrhoids?

Heartburn, hypertension,
gingivitis, thrush?

Well, maybe a bit of heartburn.

Backache, headache?
Nausea, vomiting?

Blurred vision, flashing
lights before the eyes?

Swollen feet and ankles?

These are just a few...

some selections, if you like,
of the symptoms of pregnancy.

I do have some of them.

Oh, and it's taken
you by surprise?

- No, but...
- Ah.

It is what happens when
you get yourself pregnant.

I didn't get myself pregnant.

- No?
- No.

And how is our
good doctor taking it?

Much as you would have hoped?

Not a church wedding, I
would imagine, this time.

Not in God's house.

Urine inhibitor's not really
appropriate in your condition.

Um, sorry. Oh,
hello, Mrs. Norton.

- Louisa! Oh!
- Oh, Joan.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, look at you.

The incredible exploding woman.

No, no, no. You look beautiful.

- Doesn't she, Mrs. Tishell?
- Yes. Oh, yes.

Well, it's been months. Have
you forgotten all about us?

So how... how is everything?
When do you get your house back?

Oh, that could be tricky.
The new head's renting it.

He's got my job.
He's got my house.

You could come and stay with me.

- With you?
- There's plenty of room.

And I could help.
Look after the baby.

Oh! Oh, my dear.
Oh, it's extraordinary.

You're very kind,
Joan. I'll think about it.

- Yes, you think about it.
- I will.

So nothing you can do
for me, then, Mrs. Tishell?

If... If there's anything I
can do, just give me a ring.

That's good to know. I will.

What a poppet.

Hey.

I thought you were closing.

We are.

Well, I've left...

it as you requested.

So, I'll see you
in a minute, yeah?

Miss Glasson settling in okay?

Ohhh. Oh, yes.

So, uh, I'll give you a call

when the doctor needs
to see you again, yes?

- Is he in?
- Surgery's closed.

- Is it?
- Yes.

I'll call you.

Mr. Strain is here.

We're closed.

Night.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

- What?
- About my tests.

You tested negative
for Helicobacter.

No parasites and no ulcer.

And that's good, isn't it?

Did the girl take
a urine sample?

Yes.

How about the abdominal pain?

- Comes and goes.
- What about now?

Actually it is sore.

All right. Go through.

If you knew anything else,
you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

Obviously. Take of your
jacket. Lie on the couch.

I mean...

I mean, you wouldn't be tempted
to tell Louisa Glasson instead.

Why would I discuss your
health with Miss Glasson?

No.

No. No.

You're right.

Untuck your shirt, please.

Does that hurt?

She wants my job.

She can't have
your job, can she?

She'll be at home with a baby.

Two weeks.

That's the law. Just two weeks.

Does that happen a lot?

Does what happen?

Did I do that?

Yes.

Gosh.

You won't tell anyone, will you?

It'd be terrible
if that got out.

In my position.

How long has it been happening?

How would I know?

Do you mean that you don't
know when you're doing it?

Oh, for God's sake! Don't go on!

This is just between us.

Of course it is.

Anything that takes place
between a doctor and his patient

is nobody else's business.

Now sit down.

We haven't finished.

Mr. Strain!

If you don't let me finish,

I can't find the
appropriate remedy for you!

There's a remedy?

For most things, yes.

Sorry.

Left my shopping.

Night.

Everyone says she's
the best teacher by far.

Inspirational.

Oh, it's brilliant that she
had a job to come back to.

Yeah.

Though how she's gonna
manage once the baby's born...

Multitasking. That's how.

A pregnant woman finds
the strength from somewhere.

I suppose nature provides

the right chemicals
in the right time.

Nature don't come into it.

Excuse me, Jimmy?

Well, nothing natural
about an unmarried mother

being let loose on a bunch
of impressionable children.

I beg your pardon!

Jimmy!

Sorry, Bert.

Is everything all right here?

Oh, it's lovely.
Thank you, Bert.

Just the bill, please.

Right.

It's not Miss Glasson's fault

we're having to go the
artificial route, Jimmy.

That is not what I said.

Your Uncle Jimmy's
come a right misery-guts.

What's his problem?

Aunt Jennie wants a
baby. It's not happening.

Well, I'm sorry to hear it.

But there's no need to go
on depressing everybody.

He should lighten up.

Is it a sex thing
or a fertility issue?

Ugh, Joe! I don't know.

Fertility, I think.

They went to that egg
place in Truro this afternoon.

Hey! Joe!

What's the difference
between a tart in a brothel

and Louisa Glasson?

Um...

Right! That's it! You, out!

And who's gonna make me?

Hey. Steady on, Jimmy.

It's all right. It's all right.

Let him go.

You ought to see
a doctor, Jimmy.

You're not right.

Hello.

Hello, Martin.

What are you eating?

Jelly babies. I
just fancied one.

Empty calories aren't
really an option at your age.

That weight will be hard to
shift when the baby's born.

And how are things
at work and so forth?

Um, with the other
staff? The headmaster?

All right. He is weird, though.

- Is he?
- Like I said yesterday.

Why?

Has he done something
weird with you now?

I can't discuss a patient.

Right.

Well, what can I say? Um...

He's very moody.

And sometimes he
copies the way I talk.

And there was this
funny thing with his arm,

where it sort of rose up

and he used the other
one to push it down.

Really?

Has he behaved
threateningly toward you?

No. He's just been odd.

Has he got something
wrong with him?

Hello!

Um, I'll be with you
in a minute, Aunt.

She's gonna give
me a lift, actually.

Is she? Where... Where to?

Truro. Antenatal.

Has he? Got something
wrong with him?

I can't say.

I'll phone you if he
does anything else.

Shouldn't I be taking you?

I'm fine, thanks.

Hello.

What do you mean, "unnatural"?

You have three times
more testosterone

in your system than is normal.

No, you didn't say "normal."
You said "unnatural."

Who are you to
decide what's natural?

I'm a doctor.

Oh! And that makes
you the big man, does it?

Oh, don't be so stupid!

Jimmy!

You've been taking testosterone
supplements, haven't you?

Where do you get them
from, a gymnasium?

So going to the gym
is unnatural now, is it?

You imagine that taking
fistfuls of anabolic steroids

is gonna increase your chances
of conceiving a child, yes?

Well, isn't it?

No! It has the opposite effect.

The brain gets the message

to stop producing
luteinizing hormone,

which in turn arrests
normal sperm production.

Not only does it make you

stupidly, moronically
aggressive,

it also renders you infertile.

Well, it's all right for you!

Oh, for heaven's sake.

All right, Auntie Jen?

Mrs. Bollard.

Could I jump the queue,
please? I should be at work.

We should all be
at work, headmaster.

I won't be long.

How are you feeling today?

Well, I... I can't...

Mr. Strain is next.

I feel pretty queasy
in the morning

until I've had some breakfast.

But you don't actually throw up?

Not since the
first six weeks, no.

Is the father attending
some or all of our sessions?

- No.
- I see.

W-What does that mean, really?

"I see"?

It's for research.
Will he cooperate?

What research?

The incidence and
variety of defective births

to geriatric parents.

Oh.

Hello again.

Hello.

No. He won't cooperate.

Are you staying at
your current address

for the duration
of your pregnancy?

Mr. Strain.

All right. I'll admit it.

Mr. Millinger. You
are not my only patient.

- I took too much stuff.
- Get out!

It's my Uncle Jimmy.
Trying for a baby.

Mr. Millinger, you need
to make an appointment.

All right. It's not
just about the baby.

I'm in the coastguard.

Not full-time. I'm a
volunteer auxiliary.

I-It adds a bit of challenge
and excitement to my life.

You get out and meet people.

And there's a real
team spirit in the branch.

Mr. Millinger.

A month ago, there was a 48-hour
refresher over in Pengelly Bay.

Two-man tents. It was
a random allocation.

I got put in with this
young chap from Cardiff.

I don't know how it happened.

But it all seemed so natural.

Dr. Ellingham, is there
a cure for being gay?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

There is no cure, as such.

I'm afraid you'll just
have to, uh, live with it.

Not that there's
anything, uh, wrong with it.

Far from it.

And I'm obliged to do my best
for you no matter what you...

What you get up to.

Um, I can tell you that
taking testosterone, uh,

won't cure you of
being gay, as you call it.

Well, what would you call it?

An individual's
sexual preference

is not determined
by hormonal balance.

Oh, it... it must be.

No. It's odd, isn't it?

But all that an overdose
of testosterone will do,

apart from making you
more sexually attracted

to whoever or
whatever you already...

Um, has this sort of thing
happened to you before?

Well, I've had feelings
before but never, you know,

followed through till now.

Yes, well, as I say, all the
testosterone will achieve

is to make you very aggressive
and damage your liver.

So there's nothing
I can do, then?

Um, I believe there
are support groups.

I am not talking
to a bunch of gays.

No. I presume your
wife doesn't know.

- No, she knows.
- Oh?

She says I'm bisexual.

She quite likes it.
Thinks it's exotic.

But it's not, is it?

I think we may be straying
outside my area of expertise.

B-But you're a man.

Right, there's no such
thing as bi, is there?

Right, there... there's normal
and there's homosexual.

Bi is just homos wanting
to say that they're not.

I couldn't really
say. I have to get on.

And you have to stop
taking the testosterone, yes?

But do you believe in bi?

- I'd have to do some research.
- Thank you, Doctor.

I think I could live with bi.

You'll let me
know, then, Doctor?

Uh, yes. Yes, I will. Yes.

- All right, Uncle Jimmy?
- Yeah.

Where's Mr. Strain?

He upped and left.
Jumpy, isn't he?

Now we know, we
can keep an eye on it.

- Everything all right?
- All seems fine.

Ultrasound next week.

- See you Tuesday.
- Thank you.

So you're a doctor.

I'm doing research next
door at the Zeffen Clinic.

The hospital gives us data.

I give them one day a
week common obstetrics.

Why'd you wait six months

before coming back
to Ellingham's village?

It's not actually
Martin's village.

Your village.

Cold feet about going it alone?

I'm not sure it's any
of your business.

I've lived in Portwenn
all my life. It's my home.

I've come home to my village
to have my baby on my own.

Got it?

Well, you... you can see

how I got hold of the
wrong end of the stick.

No, not really.

Was it because I've
got a country accent?

Oh, my God!

Aunty Jill.

Do you remember
me? Edith Montgomery.

Yes.

And you two know each other?

I gave Louisa a lift.
What are you doing here?

Research.

So when did you two meet?

Ellingham and I were
at medical school.

- All set?
- Yeah.

Nice to meet you again, Louisa.

- And you, Jill.
- Goodbye.

So you met her when
Martin was a student?

Yes.

Did he bring her down
to Cornwall, then?

He did, yes.

Are you checking up on me?

What? No.

Have the lab-test
results come through?

Thank you.

Pauline.

Mr. Strain's urine-test
result isn't here.

- Isn't it?
- No, it isn't.

Oh. You're a dark one.

What?

That is for a patient.

Oh, oh. I-I see.

It is. I'm helping him.

Get onto the lab and
find out what happened.

Oh, my.

Oh, Dr. Ellingham?

What?

That test may not
have been done yet.

Why?

There may have been an
oversight and it got left here.

What do you mean,
"It got left here"?

Ugh. It's... It's blue.

- What?
- The headmaster's wee.

He's got blue wee.

Call the school.

So was Martin quite
fond of her, then?

I suppose he was. Yes.

It was a long time ago now.

Was it like a
first-love sort of thing?

I'm only curious.

He wanted to marry her.

But she went abroad
for her career instead.

Oh.

Gosh.

Thanks so much
for the lift, Joan.

- No, not at all.
- So much nicer than a bus.

Yeah, well, just give me a call.

See you.

Bye.

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Everything go okay?
- Fine, thanks.

Pauline?

Sorry. I can't find
him anywhere.

Is it urgent?

She can't find him.

Put her through.

Hello.

As soon as you see
him, get him to call me.

Actually, you call
me. Thank you.

Oh. Mr. Strain took
them to Roscarrock Cove.

Why?

Nature walk. Didn't you know?

No. How long they been gone?

Um... About 2:00ish?

Should be back soon.

Right.

Whose... Whose are these?

Hmm?!

Whose are they?!

Everything all right?

Oh, come on, come
on! Don't just stand there!

Mr. Strain!

Stop whingeing!

It's all right, Charlie.

But we should do what the
headmaster says, shouldn't we?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Right.

What's he got?

Porphyria. It disrupts
the nervous system.

It's what George Ill had.

Oh. That explains
the blue, then.

What does?

Royalty.

He's not royal.

People with porphyria
have an enzyme deficiency

that causes their urine
to turn blue in the sunlight.

The toxins in his blood are
causing his brain malfunction.

Did Miss Glasson not
like the bi thing, then?

What?

Is that why she
called the wedding off?

She did not call it off.

We both did.

Why do people find
it so difficult to grasp?

Portwenn surgery.

Yeah. Speak of the
devil. I'll just get him.

It's Miss Glasson.

Hello.

So it's nice here in
Roscarrock Cove, isn't it?

Don't you think so, children?

Louisa? Do you know
where Mr. Strain is?

I've called the school. He
seems to have vanished.

- Here.
- What?

And here.

Mr. Strain is there?

Phew!

We could certainly use
some help, couldn't we,

tidying this beach?

He's there and you
can't talk. Is that right?

That's right.

That's good.

Right.

So, what next?

Pauline.

Call P.C. Penhale and tell him
to come to Roscarrock Cove.

What's happened?

Mr. Strain's gone mad.

♪ Scrub, scrub,
scrub the rocks ♪

♪ Till we get them clean ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

That's right, Michael.

Get all that green
off if you can.

Why are you being so helpful?

It's a big job.
Got to get it done.

Why?

Why? Oh, I don't know.

Because you want
to. You're in charge.

Hello!

Look! Dr. Ellingham's
come to help.

We'll soon get it done now.

Anyone hurt?

Everybody's fine,
Thank you, Doctor.

We're just helping with these
rocks, aren't we, children?

How?

Getting them nice and clean.

Louisa, you're just
making it worse.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

Endorsing a delusion
only increases it.

Mr. Strain. Now, that's enough.

Now, you... you come with me.

- Come on.
- No, no.

I-I think if we all help,

we'll get this done quicker
and get back to school.

I think we should
try that, anyway.

♪ La-la la-la la-la la ♪

♪ La la-la la-la ♪

Did you bring a
sedative or something?

Yes.

♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

♪ Scrub, scrub ♪

Aah!

What?

Oh. All right, all right.

- Martin!
- It's all right.

Well, uh, it was an accident.

- Oh, come on!
- No, he's really hurt.

He's not.

- I think you may have broken it.
- No, I haven't.

He's the doctor. He should know.

Thank you.

Can you move your fingers?

There. Look. Not broken.

Would you stop whingeing?!

Hey.

All right.

All right. Now, let
me have a look at it.

Come on. Let's see
what all the fuss is about.

- Let him see!
- Aah!

How dare you?!

What?

Are you all right? Are you hurt?

I'm fine, I think.
Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.

It's all right, Mr. Strain.

It is not all right!

You can't go around
pushing over pregnant women.

It's not her fault
you've lost the plot!

Pull yourself together!

Me?

Are you in any pain
at all? Any twinges?

No, I-I don't think so.

Try and sit up. Here.

I'm all right, children.

Mr. Strain.

Martin.

Mr. Strain!

Oh, God.

Are you all right?

Mr. Strain.

Mr. Strain!

- Mr. Strain.
- Ah!

Mr. Strain, come out.

- You see?
- Yes.

- You see?
- Yes. Come on.

Yes. Very good.

All right. Let's go in now.

Oh!

- Mr. Strain!
- There!

No, no, no, no. Come back here.

Whoo!

Time to put our socks
and shoes on, please.

Nicky, you collect the brushes.

Please, everyone give
their brushes to Nicky.

In the back.

All right.

Oh, I don't know.
Will you miss him?

- He's spooky.
- He's mad!

The nice policeman's taken
him away to lock him up.

No, he hasn't. He's just
gone for a rest to get better.

A long rest. He won't be
able to hurt you anymore.

No, he didn't hurt us, Pauline.

It was a bit of an
adventure, that's all.

Now, you go in, get
ready for home time.

Thanks anyway, Martin.

What do you mean, "anyway"?

You two.

See you tomorrow, Doctor.

Actually, anything
could have happened.

And you in that condition.

You sure you're
okay? Nothing amiss?

Seems fine.

Ooh.

What? What happened?

Oh, nothing. It moved.

Moved?

Yes. Just a normal,
fluttery movement.

Right.

Hi!

Hello.

Are you wet?

- Uh...
- Bye, Martin.

Uh, patient had a psychotic
episode and walked into the sea.

Ah.

Friend of hers?

What? Louisa?

Um, well, sort of. Member
of staff. The headmaster.

What are you doing here?

Just rushing off
to Bristol, actually.

BMA dinner.

Could you have a look at a
dissertation I'm working on?

I know gyne's not your thing,
but I need an unbiased opinion.

There's something
not quite right

in the concluding argument.

It's a clever title.

Could you have it
read by Monday?

- We could have supper.
- Supper?

No?

Uh, no, yes. Good.

That's a good suggestion.

Good.

Good.

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