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Hello.

Martin? You called?

Yes.

I think we need to talk.
Don't you?

- Petronella?
- Hang on a minute.

- Hello... Petronella?
- Martin?

Martin, what's wrong?

Oh, hang on.

No, you don't.

Oh, look, please.
Please, that's my space.

I was just about to
back in there.

Oh, come on. Oh, please.

Look, I've... I've driven
for 55 minutes...

I've traveled four miles!

Did you hear what I just said?!

Heads up. He's finally made it.

Thought you weren't
gonna make it.

I need a drink.

- Martin.
- How are you, Andrew?

Better for seeing you, Mart.

Bloody good to see you too.

God, I've been looking forward
to this for ages.

- Have you ordered?
- No.

- How many is that?
- Eight.

Not another one?

Do you know, Mart,
you're the only obstetrician

in the whole of London that
ever takes us out for a meal.

Isn't old Mart a nice guy?

He is.

What are friends for?

Hear, hear.

Can I ask you
a really embarrassing question?

You don't think Petronella's
having an affair, do you?

Why would you think that?

- I've just got this feeling.
- Ah, you're being paranoid.

No.

No, I'm sure
she's having an affair.

I just don't have any proof.

Last night she said she was
working late at the hospital

with Dr. Greenberg.

But then when I called,
she wasn't there,

and they weren't expecting her.

Well, where was she?

I don't know.
I'm gonna ask her tonight.

Mart, if we hear anything...
anything at all...

we'll tell you, okay?

I wouldn't worry about it.
She's not having an affair.

She loves you. Doesn't she?

Sure does.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm being paranoid.

I should just
take her out to dinner

and clear the air, shouldn't I?

That is what you need to do.

Hello, it's Martin Bamford here.

Could you page my wife and ask
her call me on my mobile?

Thank you.

There. That's... That's done.

Brandy?

Ah, I think we've had enough.

All right, I'll get
the bill when I come back.

Excuse me.

"Call your husband."

Have you got
Petronella's beeper?

No.

Then why did the hospital
just page you?

It's all right. He didn't hear.

But she's not going to call,
is she?

Not if he's got her beeper.

Look, look.

Uh, when Mart comes back,

I'll go to the bathroom,
I'll call the hospital,

have them page Andrew's beeper,

and then she'll get the message
to call him.

It'll be fine.

Hello, this is
Martin Bamford again.

Did you just page my wife?

Yes, Doctor.

I see.

Could you page
Dr. Andrew McPherson for me

and have him call his husband?

- I'm sorry?
- Just do it. Thank you.

That's better.

Oh!

Petronella.

Martin?

Just finishing off lunch
with our good friends

Tim, Harry, and Andrew.

Are you drunk, Martin?

- Not yet.
- What do you want?

Ah, I'll tell you
when I see you.

You'll be in your office
in about 20 minutes?

- No, I was...
- Yes, you will.

I'll see you then. Bye for now.

Where were we?

- Everything all right, Mart?
- No.

What are you doing
with my wife's beeper?

What?

More importantly,
what's she doing with yours?

I just called the hospital again
and had them page you,

asking you
to call your husband... me.

Which worked,
because she just called.

Now, what worries me
is Petronella's pager

is always attached to her belt.

She never takes the beeper
off that belt.

Unless she's taking
her clothes off.

I'm sure there's
a simple explanation

but the only one I can think of,
I don't like.

Well, it must have
been in, uh...

the changing rooms
at the leisure complex, Mart.

Where we all play squash.

But you don't change
in the ladies, Andrew, do you?

Do you know
what I think happened?

Last night Petronella spent
the evening with you...

not with Dr. Greenberg...

presumably in your flat,
and probably in your bed,

until the hospital paged her.

Oh, God.

"Mrs. Bamford to casualty.
Emergency."

Martin, don't be so silly.

Let me finish.

My wife is body shy.

She never likes to dress
with the light on.

She has a nasty scar
on her tummy

from a bicycle accident
as a child.

But she's in a terrible hurry.

She doesn't want to be late
and have this go on her record.

And in the darkness,
she picks up the wrong beeper.

Now, that's what
I think happened.

I'm not the only one.

What?

Am I?

Mart, look...

Don't tell me
you've slept with her too.

Anybody else?

Me too.

You've all slept with her?

Don't worry
about the bill, Mart.

Lunch is on us. Heh.

I can't talk now.
I'll call you back.

Do you want to sit down?

Why did you do it?

You're never around.

That's your excuse?
I'm never around?

What about
we don't have sex anymore?

That's not my fault.

I'm ready.

What... What do you want me
to say, Martin?

Just the truth, that's all.
Just the truth.

Because I really
don't understand.

I'm not sure I have the courage
to tell you the truth.

Well, when you do have
the courage, give me a call.

Where are you going?

Away.

I don't know.

Martin?

Where's my car?

I gave it to a young man
who said how much he liked it.

- Paddington station, please.
- Paddington. Right, sir.

Hello, Clare. it's Martin.
How are you?

Good. I'm fine, thank you.

Look, can you cancel
my appointments

for the next seven days?

No, nothing's wrong. I just need
to get away for a few days.

Cornwall.

What's so funny?

No, it'll be beautiful
at this time of year.

Mm? Uh, in a pub.

Listen,
if and when my wife calls,

just don't let on you know
where I am.

Clare? Did you hear that? Clare?

I'll call you later.

If you want a taxi,
sir, his name is Mitch,

and he's parked outside.

So, what brings you down

to this lovely part
of the world, then, sir?

Thought it would be nice
to get away for a few days.

Picked a lovely time of year
to visit, sir.

Something wrong?

Think we might be
out of petrol, sir.

You are joking?

You carry a spare can,
don't you?

No, sir.

No, of course you don't.

How far is it to the village?

Did you hear me?

Antidepressants.

I prefer to call 'em
happy pills, sir.

Is there someone we can phone?

Aye, but you won't get
a signal there, sir.

How far did you say it was
to Port Isaac?

A couple of mile, maybe.

Right, well, we'll just
have to walk, won't we?

This way?

Aye, that's it, sir.
Mind how you go.

You okay?

Find anything, sir?

Really expensive pair of shoes!

Never mind!
We'll just carry on, will we?!

Well, they'll probably find them
in the morning, sir.

Then again, sheep like shoes.

� Now, it seems like days �

� Roll into one �

� Sleep through rain �

� And sleep in the sun �

� Although we lie awake
every night

� Searching for fun �

� Oh, but it never comes �

� it never comes �

Sorry.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Dropped your glove.

Night, Alistair.

Double or quits?

What's the pot now?

40p.

You feeling lucky, Billy?

Am I feeling lucky?

Who's the poor bastard
with no deckhand?

It's not me, pal.

Might even
have a lie-in tomorrow,

give my Odette a thrill.

Billy, your problem has always
been a lack of imagination.

- Is that right?
- I think so, yeah.

Me, I could easily imagine

someone walking through that
door in the next 15 minutes...

What, and him go fishing
with you?

If that's
what you're thinking, Harvey,

you're even dafter
than I thought.

No offense, Harvey,
but he's right.

You're not gonna find anyone.

14 hours is a bloody long time

to be stuck on a lobster boat
with you.

Vicar, are you
gonna help me out?

Jesus was a fisherman.

Not in Cornwall.

Ah, now that, right,
is where you're wrong.

Just shut up and play the game,
will you?

- I got proof.
- Play the game!

Six.

You lose.

Who is it?

It's Mitch.
Got a guest for you here.

Welcome, sir.

- Coming in, Mitch?
- No, no.

No bags, sir?

No bags and no shoes.

Traveling light, eh?

Lost his shoes in Arthur's bog.

Right. Night, then, Mister...

- Brown.
- Oh!

This way, sir.

What can I get you, sir?

Um, whiskey, please.

Whiskey it is.

Oh.

There you are, sir.

Thank you.

That's my stool.

I says that's my stool.

Bastard's wet my stool.

Sorry.

There's a pay phone
in the saloon.

I'm waiting
for a call, thanks.

Ah, well, sea's the only place
you'll get a signal with that.

- I don't have a boat.
- I do.

You ever been lobster fishing?

No.

Would you like to go?

Yeah, it's just
I'm short of a hand.

If you'd like to
come with me tomorrow,

I'll be happy to take you.

I'll see how I get on
this evening.

Thanks.

Well, I'm leaving at 7:00
from the slipway.

Can I have
another one of those please?

Right you are, sir.

Our honeymoon suite, sir.

Oh.

Uh, have you any single rooms?

All are currently
being refurbished.

But I'll only charge you
for a double.

And you can drink
all the ale you want.

We ran out of champagne.

If you're a literary man,
I'll throw in a copy

of Daphne du Maurier's
"Frenchman's Creek."

Sweeten your dreams.

I don't think I'll be doing
much sleeping.

Really?

Thank you. Good night.

Not here to sleep.

So why is he here?

Did you see the glove?

He looks familiar.

Ow!

Cow!

He scored!

Get the door, Billy.

Oh, no.

Not us.

What is it, lover?

We got a jelly.

It was a woman! I saw her!

She was wearing
yellow marigolds!

It's all right.

Morning.

Does that offer still stand?

- Is that all you got to wear?
- Yep.

Come on, then.

I swear to God, Odette.

I swear to God
I done nothing wrong.

What about you?

You done anything
I should know about?

No.

So then you won't mind
if I cut open this jelly?

No.

Right, then.

Them's my pots.

On Harvey's truck?

Harvey's been stealing my pots.

Billy, Harvey's no thief.

Odette, the jelly maker
don't lie!

Oi.

What you doing there?

This your cab?

You know it is, John.

Why is there pink agricultural
diesel in the tank?

How did you know?

No.

A jelly.

Justine. What can I do for you?

- Are you alone?
- That's none of your business.

What do you want?

I saw the jelly maker.

Left a jelly
outside Billy May's.

Makes you wonder what
he's been doing, doesn't it?

Makes you wonder.
Not the rest of us.

Well, I thought you might
have seen her as she ran by.

- No.
- Wearing gloves.

Just like them.

I didn't see anything.

How is your friendship
with Odette these days?

Mum?
Harvey's on the radio.

Don't try accusing me
of being the jelly maker.

Go home, Justine.

Morning, Harvey.

Morning, beautiful.
How you doing?

Fine.

- How's my little godson today?
- Had a bad night.

What are you doing out?
I thought Boy was sick.

He is.

I found a new replacement.

Who?

Some bloke.
Came in the pub late last night.

- What's he do?
- No idea.

- A stranger?
- Yeah.

Arrived with no bags
and no shoes.

Come on!

Come on, you bloody phone!

Bloody! Bloody! Bloody!

Ah!

I'm wondering
if he's in some kind of trouble.

With the police?

Well, he seems
sort of desperate.

There you go!
I've got a signal, Harvey!

You be careful, Harvey!

I will.

Who's that?

That's Merlin.

He lives on the boat.
He protects us.

What from?

You want to start
cutting some bait

so we're ready when we get
to the first string?

Where is it?

Oh.

I can smell the graveyard.

Boy, what you can smell
is your dirty old corpse.

Why don't you go home
and take a bath?

You're getting
my maggots excited.

My days at sea are finished.

So who's out crewing
for your boss, then?

I tell you, if I can't work on
the boats, I don't want to live.

I don't. Dr. Cadbury says...

Boy, who's fishing with Harvey?

I don't know!

And I don't care.

Harvey?
You out there?

Come back.

Morning, Billy.

What you doing out today,
Harvey?

Found a hand.

Oh, yeah? Who's that, then?

Your friend. Stool bandit.

Yeah, another criminal.

What do you mean?

I thought you was short of pots.

Found some more.

Yeah. I'll bet you did.

Bastard!
Bloody anesthetists!

Bastard! Bloody!

Oh, hello, Andrew.

I'm so sorry to hear
you've been having

a little bit
of trouble downstairs.

I'm afraid
we're gonna have to operate

without an anesthetic at all!

Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

Timmy, same thing for you?

Little bit
of trouble downstairs?

Well, sorry, you bastard!

Bastards!

Oh, this is lovely, Vicar.

I shall enjoy this view.

Are you absolutely sure
you're going to need it?

I get these terrible pains
in the morning.

It's just a question of time,
you know?

I've got to go to the hospital
for a test but...

Is something wrong?

I'm not rotting
next to that bastard.

He stole two of my chickens.

What else you got?

I don't want to see
that Dr. Cadbury, Mum.

He's shite.

He's the doctor, Johnny.

He's going to make you better.
Trust me.

He isn't.

Just give it another chance,
please?

Are you all right, Doctor?

Oh, yes, yes.
Fine, thank you, yes.

Now, where were we?

Mmm.

Ah, yes. Antibiotics.

I've tried them
for three months.

I still can't play football.
They don't work.

Well...

If these don't work.

I'm not a doctor, huh?

There you are.

Grand. Thanks very much.

I think
there's been some mistake.

Mistake?

No. No mistake.

Just take them
three times a day.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

Come on, Johnny.

What the hell's that?

That's a conger eel.

I know a man, Harold Jay,
landed a conger on his boat.

He had a mouth like that.

Harold, he was so scared,

he went and got his pistol
from the pilothouse,

started shooting the bastard.

Did he get it?

Oh, yeah. Sunk the boat.

I like guns.

- Have you ever shot anyone?
- No. You?

Not yet.

Always a first time, though,
isn't there?

Are you sure this fellow is out?

Positive.

I'll stay here.

You're not coming up?

If he finds
the both of us up there,

he's sure to smell a rat.

But on your own, it's all right.
It's your pub.

Mrs. Gorrie.

So when Harvey told me

he thought this man
was in some kind of trouble,

I thought, "I'll have a look
'round whilst I'm cleaning"

and see if anything turns up."

His name is Dr. Bamford,
not Mr. Brown.

Unless that's an alias.

You know
the phantom struck again?

Billy May.

- Why Billy?
- Why anyone?

Truth is this phantom's
got a bloody ax to grind

against the whole village.

Do you remember a case
against some doctor at Treneng?

Sometime ago it was.

He misdiagnosed an outbreak
of E. coli at Tintagel.

Tintagel had the squits
for a week.

Blamed us for their water.

Until they found out
the doc had got it wrong.

They took him to court.

He got struck off.

This Dr. Bamford's him?

And he's come back
to take his revenge on us?

No, come on.

How do you explain...

this?

- Wuh!
- Oh!

Oh! Easy there.

Here.

Right.

Now what?

Stick him
under that cloth there.

Smother him?

I like it.

Well?

He's not Mr. Brown.

Aha.

I knew there was something funny
about him.

So who is he?

Dr. Bamford.

Of Treneng.

North-south, please!

Righto!

This is great.

I like it.

How long have you been fishing?

Since I was a boy.

What a life.

You? What brings you down here?

Rather not talk about me,
if you don't mind.

Fair enough.

Do you know what I liked most
about today?

What?

I didn't have a minute
to think about things.

Like what?

I'm gonna have to kill her.

Pete does a daily run to London

to supply to a handful
of the best restaurants.

It's cash,
so it's off the books.

Right, how much
do you owe us, then?

500.

I'll have that.
Thank you very much.

Mal, you can't take the money.

I'm broke. I need the diesel.

You keep up
the good work, Harvey.

Only 22 grand to go.

Don't you own your boat?

I got a mortgage
like everybody else.

Only he's the bank.

He owns a piece of most of
the boats on the north coast.

Oi! I want to talk to you.

Where's my pots,
you thieving bastard?

Billy, what are
you talking about?

My string at Pentargon.
It's gone.

I checked it this afternoon.
I know you've took it!

- Now, now...
- Nobody's talking to you, mate!

Billy, take your hands off him!
I haven't got your pots.

No?

So, what's this, then, eh?
What's that?

Where'd you get this?

A jelly.

Why would I steal your pots?

Because you lost a lot in the
last storm, and you're broke.

Billy, if it makes you
feel better,

you can go and haul
every single pot I got.

But I guarantee you, you ain't
gonna find one belonging to you.

Now, whoever gave you this

is trying to stir it up
between us two.

I hope you're telling
the truth, Harvey.

Because if I find you're lying,
you're a dead man.

You hear me?

Jelly?

Three words...
Lee Harvey Oswald.

Right.

In the village,
currently using the jellies

for the preferred weapon
for the hit.

What, to kill President Kennedy?

Not to kill Kennedy.
Kennedy's dead, isn't he?

Um, yeah, but you said...

Lee Harvey Oswald
was an assassin.

That's what we got
in this village.

- Who uses jellies.
- Right.

To kill people.

No one uses a jelly
to kill someone.

What you gonna do,
suffocate him? No.

What's inside the jellies
is causing all the trouble.

That's why we've got to
find out who it is

before something
terrible happens.

Not funny.

Last week we lost our butcher
because his wife found out

he was having an affair
with his trainee.

Wife got a jelly.

Oh, God, is that, um...

My wife hates this stuff.

Thanks.

� Ranzo, Ranzo �

� Way-hey, Ranzo �

� I said to her, "How are you on
this fine summer's morning?" �

What are you drinking?

- Who's she?
- That's Rita.

- Mrs. Gorrie to you.
- Missis?

You want to leave her alone.
Her husband's a jealous bastard.

- What does he do?
- Demolition expert.

But he's got a very short fuse.

Well, that's understandable.

She does have
a-a beautiful voice.

That's one way of putting it.
Drink?

Good idea.

Pint of Tinners, then. Cheers.

- You'd better make that two.
- Coming right up, sir.

� As I was going over
the Cork and Kerry Mountain �

� I met with Captain Farrell,
and his money he was countin' �

� I first produced my pistol
and then produced my rapier �

� Saying, "Stand and deliver,
for I am a bold deceiver" �

� Ring dum a doo dum da �

� Whack fol de daddy o �

� Whack fol de daddy o �

� There's whiskey in the jar �

Did Alistair tell you about
his stag do the other week?

Wild one?

He spent the day
picking up litter on the beach.

Alistair's saving the planet.

Well, good for you.

4 pounds please, Mister... Brown.

What are you
gonna do tomorrow, then?

Come back out with you again.
If that's okay.

You're staying, then, sir?

Yeah. Hopefully I'll have
a better night than last night.

- In what way might that be, sir?
- Doesn't matter.

Judith!

How are you, lover?

Judith, this is...

- Martin.
- Hi.

- Can I have a word?
- Yeah.

Excuse us.

Married to Dr. Cadbury.

� When I awoke next morning �

� Twixt the hours
of 6:00 and 7:00 �

� There stood Captain Farrell
and likewise darling Jenny �

� I went to try my pistols �

Bugger me, I need a drink.
Evening, Justine.

Mitch.

Bloody jelly maker.
May lose my license now.

How the hell did that bastard
know I was running ag diesel?

We think our guest

might have something to do
with the jellies.

Really?

He's a doctor, you know?
Dr. Bamford.

But the village
has already got a doctor.

Yes, I know,
but what's he doing here, then?

You don't think he might be
the man you got struck off?

If it was him...

He could be our jelly maker.

Could be.

Could be.

� Ring dum a doo dum da �

� Whack fol de daddy o �

� Whack fol de daddy o �

Blimey.

Oh.

You gave me a fright.

What are you doing
sitting here in the dark?

Where have you been?

Out.

Where, Judith?

With Harvey.

Oh, and how is dear Harvey?

Looks like he's found someone
to take Boy's place on the boat.

The man's a doctor, you know?

From Treneng.

What's he doing here?

Why don't you ask him?

Everything all right, Johnny?

Not really.

I'll go and talk to the doctor.

Don't bother. He's pants.

Not him. Another one.

I'll be back in a minute.

Be off!

The sight of you disturbs her.

Don't, sir.
We're all she has.

Put her down,
you loathsome creature!

I want nails and some wood.

Fetch an apothecary.

Make haste, now!

See how dawn quits the horizon!

I fear we may be too late!

See how the creature
shrinks from the light!

You're a doctor, aren't you?

- Uh, yes.
- I need your help.

Oh, my God!

It's coming for her!

Stand by.

I don't know how
I can stand it!

Johnny?

I've brought someone to see you.

Hello, Johnny.

- Who are you?
- I'm a doctor.

Your mum tells me

you've been having a bit
of trouble playing football.

And you've had a nasty cough
for how long?

Three months.

Three months. Poor you.

I'm gonna have to listen
to your chest, Johnny.

Do you want to sit up?

That's it.

Breathe in.

Go on.

Deeper.

And out.

Sounds like ball bearings
in a Magimix.

- Do you cough at night a lot?
- All night.

All night? Hmm.

Have you got a balloon, Johnny?

Uh, yeah.

You see if you can
blow that up for me.

Why?

It'll show me how strong
your lungs are.

Oh, that's enough,
that's enough, that's enough.

Okay.

I think you've got asthma.

Not a chest infection?

No, I don't think so.

So, what do we do?

Get along to your G. P.

Ask him to prescribe something
called Becotine.

And you'll need
a Ventolin inhaler.

Don't tell him I told you so.
He won't like that at all.

Huh, sure.

What's a Becotine?

Becotine and the inhaler

is what's gonna help you
play football.

A friend of mine
uses an inhaler.

- Can he play football?
- Yeah.

Well, there you go, then.

I'm not actually a doctor.
Not anymore.

I'm an obstetrician.

Well, you should be a doctor.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Go ahead.

Why did you check in
under a false name?

Um, I didn't want my wife
to find me.

Oh.

Are you staying long?

I don't know.

Must be a very busy man.

Um, I was. I don't know how busy
I'll be when I get back.

- Your husband's...
- He's away a lot.

Right, well, I'd better be off.

Well, thanks very much
for coming.

Anytime. Anytime. Yeah.

- He's a nice boy.
- Thank you.

"Mrs. Gorrie. Three packs."

Mitch was in here.
He loves his sherry.

Two packs.

Morning.

Morning.

And what flavor jelly
do you have?

What's the matter with you?

I thought you'd stopped
all that twaddle.

I'm trying. I'm trying.

Oh, Vicar.

You can't believe all that
nonsense, not as a clergyman.

Was it in a...

Jeepers!

But I saw him.

Him? It's a her.

Our stranger.

So...

There are two of them.

Like in "Scream"!

Two killers.

Now, that's very clever.

We must call a meeting.

Call a meeting
and confront them.

All of us.

We'll force a confession
out of our two phantoms.

- What flavor was it?
- Hmm?

Jelly.

Oh! Green. Lime.

What was in it?

That, uh, thingy you gave me.

Bring it with you?

- Hello.
- Martin?

Petronella, hi. How are you?

It's my wife.

I'm fine. How... How are you?

Me too.

- Where are you?
- On a boat.

Well, what are you doing
on a boat?

I got the crabs. Heh.

No. I'm holding a crab.

I'm on a lobster boat
fishing for crabs.

Why?

It's a nice thing to do
in the afternoon.

Well, it sounds like
you're enjoying yourself.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Well, why don't you stay
a little longer?

Probably do you
the world of good.

What?

Well, if you're having
such a good time,

come home when you're ready.

We can talk about things then.

Did you hear what I said,
Martin?

Yes.

- Don't be like that.
- Like what?

You know, angry.

I need some time.
This isn't easy for me.

Well, what about me?

I need time to think about us.

What I want.

And what you want.

I miss you.

Me too.

Oh.

Shit!

Bugger.

Blast.

Oh.

You all right?

Ah, I should never
have answered that call.

That bloody woman.
That's all she knows how to...

Bitch.

Oh, sorry.

You probably don't want to
hear this, but...

You know how it is

when you think you've got
someone completely sussed.

She's got no real concept
of honesty.

She chooses to lie
if it suits her.

She doesn't see it as lying.

She just chooses
not to use the truth.

I bet she's still
having an affair.

Oh, yeah? Who is he?

He? They.

My so-called friends.

They all had her.

Three young anesthetists.

What, like in a gang bang?

- No, one after the other.
- Oh.

You know, she's one of these
people that wears their horizons

right on the end of their nose.

Everything has to be about her.

Her kitchen, her marriage,
her bloody anesthetists.

- Oh! When I first met her...
- Pint?

Yes. Sorry.

- So now what?
- I haven't got a clue, Harvey.

I'm... I'm jobless,
wifeless, homeless.

Bloody gormless.

There's a village meeting
tonight.

Would you like to come?

- Me?
- Why not?

Well, thank you very much.
Thanks.

If we're going to this meeting,

there's something
we got to do first, matey.

Follow me.

So, what are you gonna do?

Kill 'em.

Maybe she doesn't love you.

She loves me, all right.

Ah, well, it depends

what you mean by love, though,
doesn't it?

Maybe she loves you. Maybe she's
not "in love" with you.

No woman sleeps with three other
men if she's married unless...

Billy?

Harvey, have you got a knife?

What are you gonna do?

I'm just going to
stab him in the throat.

There you go. Thank you.

Have you got a Biro
or a piece of tube or something?

No.

Do you want to go
and have a look for a hose

or a piece of bamboo?

Something like that.
Quite quickly, please.

This all right, Doc?

Um, yeah. A little bit long.

You want to cut about
six inches off the end, please?

There we go.

Little bit of sheep shit
in there.

That's better.

Right, now let's...

Ooh, what have we got?

Oh!

Ugh.

Make a wish?

Hello.

Hello. There we go.

Just clean you up
and put a dressing on that,

you'll be right as rain.

I thought
that was the end.

What the hell are you doing
up here anyway?

I thought you'd hid my pots.

Up here?

Jesus, Billy.

I told you
I don't have your pots.

Let's get him home
before I kill the bastard.

That's it. Up you go.

Harvey!

Why don't you and your friend
come and sit down here in front?

Next to Mrs. Gorrie.

How's your boy?

- Much better, thanks.
- Good. Good.

Now, this won't take long.

I called this meeting because
I now have sufficient evidence

to unmask our phantom.

Justine, a phantom
usually don't wear a mask.

Or should I say phantoms?

And what have you got to say
for yourself, Mr. Brown?

Or should I say Dr. Bamford?

Justine, are you accusing him
of being the phantom?

One of them.

Ah, don't be
so bloody ridiculous.

He's no woman, Justine.
I've got bigger tits than him.

That's why
he needs an accomplice.

Don't you, Doctor?

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

Let me tell you something,
Doctor.

We may live in the country,
but we are not ignorant.

Yeah, lynch the bastard!

He don't even live in Cornwall,
for Christ's sake.

Now, tell us, please...

What is your relationship
with Mrs. Gorrie?

She's a friend.

Just a friend?

Yes.

Then what were you doing
at her house last night?

I don't believe this.
She needed my help.

To deliver something?

She was worried
about her boy's health,

and she wanted me
to have a look at him.

Why are you really here, Doctor?

You don't want to know.

He's right.
I can vouch for that. We don't.

Yes, we do.

Unless he's hiding something.

What are you hiding, Doctor?

Thief!

Sod this.

You see?!

Guilty!

Okay!

Okay, I'll tell you
why I'm here.

Three days ago

I took three friends
out to lunch

only to discover they'd
all been sleeping with my wife.

- Witch!
- What's her phone number?

Let the man speak.

But why come here?

I used to come here
when I was a child.

It's lovely here.

Look, I'm not your phantom.

I got a jelly myself,
for Christ's sake.

And what was in it?

- None of your bloody business.
- We have a right to know.

Justine, have you had a jelly?

- No.
- Why not?

Are you accusing me
of being the jelly maker?

If the cap fits, wear it.

You sell everything
the jelly maker uses!

You do, Justine.

And for 15p more than
anyone else on the north coast.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

That's not true!

Bloody is, you old pike!

Who said that?!

� Do you love an apple? �

� Do you love a pear? �

� Do you love a laddie
with curly brown hair? �

� But still I love him �

� Can't deny him �

� I'll go with him
wherever he goes �

� Before I was married
I wore a plaid shawl �

� Now I'm married,
I wear bugger all �

� But still I love him �

� Can't deny him �

� I'll go with him
wherever he goes �

Why do you fish?

My father fished.

So did my grandfather,
and so did his father.

So you knew it was
what you were put here to do?

No. I couldn't get a job
as a policeman.

Joke.

You?

The funny thing is
I'd completely forgotten

why I wanted to be a doctor
until I knifed Billy May.

No, but things like that.
Saving people's lives.

When I was younger,
all I wanted to be was a G. P.

Then I met Petronella,

and we decided
I should be rich instead.

Go back to being a doctor.

Ah, it's not that easy.

Hi, Clare. It's me.

Morning.

Harvey.

Oh, hello.

Yeah, I heard about
your office phoning.

Anyway, nice to meet you.
Cheers.

Look, Harvey,
you're having a problem

servicing the debt
on your boat, right?

20 grand? Something like that?

Something like that.

Well, I've got that money
in the bank.

- Good for you.
- No, you don't understand.

I'm offering to give you
that money

in exchange
for a share in your boat.

Martin, you're a doctor,
not a fisherman.

I'm an obstetrician actually.
I was an obstetrician.

But I don't want to
do that anymore.

I want to fish.

This isn't about fishing,
though, is it?

Yes, it is.

Well, I'll think about it.

Boy.

Oh, God.

Here. Sit yourself down.

I'm dying.

Where does it hurt?

At the center. It's burning me.

There?
Let's have a little listen.

Has this happened before?

Oh, in the mornings.

Every morning?

Yeah.

After a good skinful
the night before?

Couple of pints.

I see. Can I have a look
at your tongue, please?

Oh, Boy. Ha. There we go.

Well, I don't think
you're dying, Boy.

I don't care anyway.

What you should do
is get yourself to the chemist

and pick up a bottle of
something called Gaviscon.

Have a little swig of that
in the morning.

That should get rid of
your chest pains.

You come down here with
your big, fat city checkbook

and think you can buy
anything you want.

I've been working
on fishing boats since I was 13.

You've stolen my life.

Oh. There you are.

Morning, Justine.

When are you leaving?

I don't know.

You'll never be accepted here.
You know that, don't you?

You belong in the city.

Not here with us.

You okay?

Fine.

Anything you want to talk about?

Uh, no. Thanks.

Harvey.

- I can't do this.
- What do you mean?

I'm not a fisherman.

I know.

Hello, Martin.

You look terrific.

I've missed you so much.

Harvey, this is my wife,
Petronella. My wife.

This is Harvey.

I expect you've heard
a lot about me.

No, I'm afraid
Martin never said a word.

Harvey.

I've, um...

I've come to take you home.

No.

Why not?

There are some things
I have to work out.

I don't want to sleep with you
at present.

When will you
want to sleep with me?

I thought we could go
to counseling,

work it out together.

Okay.

Oh, hey.

It's all s-such a terrible mess.

It'll be all right.

Hope so.

Hey!

Wait!

Wait!

Harvey!

Harvey! The jelly maker!

Right behind you, Doc!

The bastard must have
fallen off the roof there.

This way.

Follow me!

Dr. Cadbury.

Oh, bugger off, Bamford!

Oh!

You all right, Doc? Come on.

Doctor!

Dr. Cadbury?

Crikey.

Doctor?

Yah!

Bamford, you invade
my territory, we war!

Yah!

Oh, no, we don't, Lawrence.

Put the jelly down.

Judith?

What are you doing
wearing my clothes?

He's the phantom.

Yes. I can see that.

But what's wrong with him?

Doctor...

Why don't you come upstairs
and let me have a look at you?

Never!

Lawrence.

Please.

Ohh...

All right, then!

How serious is it?

Serious?!
I'll tell you what's serious.

You having an affair
with Harvey.

That's bloody serious.

Lawrence, Harvey's my brother.

So? We've all been to Padstow.

We all know what happens
down here.

- Has he been sick recently?
- In the mornings.

Women get away with everything.

That bitch Myra!
Ruined my career!

- An American student.
- Loved jello!

But I learned quite a bit
from that little minx!

I'll call an ambulance.

Everybody's got
a grubby little secret!

People don't like you,
give them a jelly.

Your wife starts shagging
her brother, get him a jelly.

A new doctor comes
to take your job...

Bamford.

You are a fake.

What's wrong with him?

Could be
one of a number of things.

Oh, listen to you.

You don't even know
what you're talking about.

Is it curable?

Curable?!
Who said I want to be cured?

I want to be grilled!

I owe you both
an apology.

Pardon?

No, I'm just...

I better get cleaned up.

- You're leaving us, Doc?
- Yep.

I wish you luck.

Thanks.

- Harvey.
- You take care, Doc.

You come back
and visit us sometime, eh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Vicar.

10 minutes, please.

See you.

There you go.
All set, then, Doc?

Yes.

Stop.

You're off, then?

Yes.

Nice meeting you.

You too.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Come on, Johnny.

So, what was his wife like,
then?

Very nice.

I hear she's a right old witch.

Had him wrapped 'round
her little pinkie finger

doing something that he hates.

What else is he gonna do?
He's no fisherman.

It's a perfect opportunity.

- Martin?
- Hm?

- What?
- Dinner with the Baxters.

Oh, yes.

All you need to say is,
"I had to get away."

She'll understand.

I guess we could come back
for holidays.

Mm.

Oh.

Cheers. Bye, then, Doc.

Bye-bye, Mitch.

Take care.

So, what are you gonna say
to him?

The village needs him.

And what about his wife?

Oh, she's not in love with him.

- He was her first love, see?
- Yeah?

She's never had any other men.

Having other men is something
she feels she's missed out on.

That's why
she went off shagging.

They're just good friends.

You reckon?

Put your foot down, will you?

Uh, you won't get a signal.

Maybe the train will be late.

Yeah.

We missed him.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm gonna be a doctor.

Where am I taking you, Doc?

The pub!

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