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(BABY CRIES)

(CRIES LOUDLY)

What on earth are you doing?
It worked last night.

Well, it's not working now.
No... I know! Here.

Now-Now... just... dance.

Just dance.

But sort of - Not... No. Don't -
Erm...

I'm sorry. I think it's
actually making him worse.

All right. You take him.

There...

Stir the baby, stir the baby...
(For God's sake...)

(CLATTER)

Hello.

I'm afraid I'm going to need those.

Martin.

Mm-hm.

I've been thinking.

And I-I want to move to London
with you.

Well... we're going to move
to London.

Right.

Oh. Just right?

No. Good.

Good.

(TAPPING)

(DOG WHIMPERS) Martin.

(BABY CRIES) No, sorry.
Get him out of here, Martin.

Ooh, no.

It's all right, it's OK.
(BABY CRIES)

This belongs to you.

I don't want it.
Bad luck. You've got it.

It lives here.
Used to belong to Joan. It smells.

And if it sneaks into my house
and hides once more,

I won't be responsible
for my actions. So erm...

Well, maybe it might prove to be
of some use as a guard dog.

Some shifty young man decided
to liberate the hubcaps from my car.

I've lived in London for 25 years

and never had so much
as a whisper of trouble.

I shouldn't worry about it.
A lot of the people

who live around here are
drawn to shiny things.

(SIGHS) I once consulted
a case at Broadmoor

where the patient had eaten
all the cats in the neighbourhood,

so in the wider scale of things...

Even so, I'd rather not wait to find
someone removing my light fittings

or God knows what else.

Does it have a name?

No. Call it what you want.
Dr Ellingham. Oh - Ellinghams.

Ruth will suffice.

How are you, then, Doc? Come up here
to get away from all the crying?

Hm.

He says good morning.
Oh.

Well, you've missed
all the excitement.

I had a visit from the local hubcap
thief this morning.

Wh-What'd he look like?
About your height,

longish black hair...

no missing limbs or other
identifying characteristics.

Disappeared in that direction.

The Dunwich's live up there.
Most likely Michael.

He's lived up here alone with his
mum for years.

A bit old to be living at home.

Well, he's always been an odd 'un,
that one.

I live at home.

Yes, well, I can't spend all morning
nattering to you.

Not while I'm paying you
by the hour.

Well, yeah, I was thinking about
that. About my hourly wage...

No.
Right.

You crack on.

I'm going to say hello
to the neighbours.

Sorry, Doc. I know I'm late,
but it-it's a one-off.

It's your first day. Yeah, and my grandad
was supposed to wake me but he never...

Get an alarm clock. (BABY CRIES)
I will buy one on my lunch break.

And when is that exactly?
You've taken it.

If you're going to be late tomorrow,
don't bother coming in.

Put the next patient's notes
on my desk.

Is there any way you could
keep the noise down?

Yes. No problem, Martin.
I'll just flick the switch

on the back of his head that
turns him off for an hour or so.

It's just not ideal when I'm trying
to hold surgery.

Perhaps you could take him
for a walk.

You're telling us to get out of the
house?

No... not at all. (CRYING) But er...

newborn babies find the feeling
of motion soothing.

It's a fact. Yes, of course. It's not
you wanting us out. No, it's a fact.

Er... you should send in your notice
at the school

if you meant what you said earlier.

I did, yes. I've already written my
notice. I just need to post it.

Good time to go for a walk.

Come on then, Albert.

Albert. We can't just keep
referring to him as the baby.

Yes, but Albert.
Well, he needs a name.

Stephen, Paul, Michael, Elton!
Whatever.

I imagine you have patients waiting.

Don't worry. Don't worry,
we won't be in your way.

What do you want here?

Good morning.

This is private property.

And it's charming.

I live at the farm next door.

No, you don't. That's Joan Norton's.

Yes.

And I'm her sister.

I haven't seen her around
for a while.

Hadn't you heard?

She died. Oh.

Yes, of course.

Poor Joanie.

(SIGHS) You must be her sister.

Yes.

I left the kettle on.

Joan popped round with some veg
sometimes.

Crates of the stuff.

Yeah, grew it in her garden.

And eggs sometimes.

But we never ate any of it.

Well, you can't trust other people's
food, but you know that.

Yes, yes. That can be
a problem sometimes.

And it's not just the food.

It's what they think.
Sometimes it's just not very nice.

Oh, sugar.

Please, sit down.

I wish I could offer you
something else,

but Michael still hasn't
gone down the shops.

He's too busy creating.

Actually, his food is something
horrendous.

I have stomach cramps most days.

I suppose that's the price of genius.
You should get a checkup.

Why?

For the stomach cramps.

Oh.

Is your son here?

Why do you wanna know?

Well - I don't think that's
any of your business.

No. No, no. Of course not.

Years he's wasted on his art.

Doesn't have a job.

No, but he thinks he's going to be
another of these great artists.

Vincent Van... Van- erm...

Sometimes I don't think he's quite
right in the head.

He gets that from his father.

Wherever he is.

When did his fath-
Ooh, have another biscuit. (BANG)

That was a gunshot.

Oh, yeah.

Those are my hubcaps.

Are you sure?

Michael's always finding things.
He found them attached to my car.

And now I'd like them back.

Right, then.

He says they represent something
or other. I-I forget.

Probably the fact that I'll be
driving around with ruined hubcaps.

Lovely to meet you.

Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo.

I bet you can't say that
four times in a row.

The spinning sensation, the feeling
of nausea, rotatory nystagmus...

the eye is rotating towards
the infected ear.

Felt like seasickness.

Er a bit, yes. Yes, it is.

Calcium crystals in the canal fluid
of the inner ear become dislodged,

which affects the balance mechanism.

Crystals and canals in my ear?
(CHUCKLES)

The next thing you'll be telling me

is I've got a magic castle
with a fairy princess of my nose.

Why's that?

It's my first day.
Can you call back later?

All right. OK. Thanks.

Morning.
Hello.

Morning, Stinky. I'm mad at you.

You said you were gonna wake me.

Sorry, love.
Got lost in the land of nod, myself.

Won't happen again.

Any chance of slipping an
appointment in

for a decorated war hero?

Go on, then.

(DOOR OPENS) So I just need
to take these pills then.

Yes.
But what if I go on a boat?

Cos if I got seasick on a boat
and had this ear thingy,

would that make it worse or would the
two of them just cancel each other out?

Are you planning to go on a boat?
No.

Go away. Next patient.

Mr Newcross. Mr Newcross.

Come through.

She's probably got a good reason
for being late... your receptionist.

I have to say, I've heard nothing but
good things about that young lady.

I know she's your granddaughter.

Right. At my age you get
a bit forgetful.

Take a seat.

What seems to be the problem?

Well... my elbow's fine.

So thanks for that, Doc.

And what's the problem right now?

Getting old, Doc.
That's the crux of it.

The body... starts rebelling, can't
do the things you enjoy no more.

I love a good walk, see.

The French have a word for it.
What the matter with you?!

Flaneur - one who experiences life

by drifting through towns
and cities.

Well, I'm buggered for that now.

She's a real beauty.

Bunion.

There's sign of skin decay.

You'll need a course of
antibiotics...

and an x-ray of the
metatarsophalangeal joint...

to screen for anything else.
I'll get the receptionist

to make an appointment
at the hospital for you.

And she'll get right onto it, Doc.

Louisa!
Pippa.

How are you?
Oh, more importantly, how are you?

Is this her? Him.

Oh, I can never tell at that age.

Ooh! He's a little prince,
isn't he?

How are your nipples?

Sorry? Mine were killing me
with the twins. Cabbage.

Stick it in the fridge,
tear off some of the leaves

and wrap it round the-the - you know,
like a little bib. Works a treat.

OK. Thanks.

With all the trouble
they put you to,

it's funny to think the worst part
is going back to work.

Just you wait.
Oh, I'm not looking forward to it.

Although, I'm only going to be there
till half term.

We're moving... to London.

This is my final notice.

Oh, no. Hm.

Oh... have to have a drink
before then.

Yeah. I mean, we'll probably just
sit there and blather on

about babies and whatnot,

but at least we can do it
over a nice bottle of wine.

Tomorrow night then?

OK. Yeah.

Right. Yeah.
Home to feed the family.

Oh... I envy you - only one.

You don't know how lucky you are.
(CHUCKLES) Tomorrow, then.

Yeah. See you. See you!

I've been having these pains,
doctor, in my belly.

They're getting worse.
Your aunt suggested I come see you.

Any diarrhoea? No.
N-No.

How long have you been having them?
Well, it's been about - Mrs Dunwich.

She won't remember.

Could you wait outside, please?

Can't do that.
She needs me in here with her.

Has she been declared incompetent?
She's fine. I'm fine.

Be quiet. Sorry.

Not you.
She says she's fine.

Out. Now.

Shut the door.

I don't trust him any more.

I think he wants the house
to himself.

Erm... how long have you had
the abdominal pain?

I think he's planning
to do something to me.

I see. He has this look.

Anything apart from the look?

He has thoughts. Dark ones.

All the time.

Write that down. Dark thoughts.

I'm going to give you a test.

Will it find out what he's up to?

Erm I'm going to say three words
and I want you to memorise them.

Oh. All right.

Apple, orange, pear.

I've got that. Take this and collect
a urine sample...

and when you come back I want you

to tell me what the three words were.
What do you want this for?

I need to check your kidney function.

A kidney infection could cause
abdominal pain

and a confused mental state.

Oh. Is that likely to happen, then?

It's something to look out for, yes.

Right.

Yes.

(Orange, pear...)

How cheap was this?
We're saving 60p a bottle,

compared to the old house red.

I suppose if nobody buys it
we can repackage it

as fragrant paint stripper.
Oh, it's not that bad.

It's an acquired taste. Ugh.
Just like the finest wines.

There you are.

Can you remember the three words?
Why are you testing her memory?

I'm concerned about
her state of mind.

She came to see you
about her stomach.

She's displaying paranoid behaviour.
Don't you get involved.

I'm her doctor.
You leave her alone...

and we'll be fine.
Do I make myself clear?

Are you threatening me?
Don't you speak to my boy like that!

What?
He's worth 100 of you.

Would you take a seat please,
Mrs Dunwich?

I'd rather die a death.

Come on, Michael.

Yes, Mum.

All right, Grandad?
Fish supper waiting for you.

Oh, apologies for dropping you
in it this morning.

Are you trying to win me over
with a bit of cod? No...

cod and chips.

You're nuts, you are.
Let's save the fish for later.

Gotta grab my purse
and go get an alarm clock.

Otherwise Doc'll go spare.
I'd like just once to have a job

that doesn't end up with me
getting told to sling my hook.

Well, I can help you with that.

You just need a bit
of get up and go.

Army issue. I thought it had been at least
two minutes since you mentioned the war.

Alarm clock's on me, eh?

Oh, cheers.

(BABY CRIES)

Louisa. (CRYING)

Louisa.

The baby.

(THUD)

There's someone in the house.

(CLATTER)

(MUSIC)

What on earth are you doing?
Morning, Doc. I'm here for work.

He's got quite a pair of lungs
on him, hasn't he?

Better than any alarm clock.
It's half past six in the morning.

Yeah. I was gonna make a start on
sorting through your patient files,

then I heard the little fella
kicking off,

knew you'd be getting up...
Go away.

Ooh... First you say I'm too late,
then you say I'm too early.

Make your mind up, Doc. Morning!

Morwenna, I'm sure Martin
appreciates your enthusiasm.

No, I don't. There are boundaries.

I just figured - you're probably up and
about, you might like a cup of coffee.

Do as I do - start the day
with a strong brew.

Shut up and get out.

Fine.

See ya.

Don't suppose you'd like to feed
them while you're over there.

Something about their beady eyes,
their arrogant little beaks.

You're lucky they're still here.

Someone's taken your hinges.

Why would someone want to do that?

Hm. Why would someone wanna take
your hubcaps?

Oh, you think it's Michael.

Do you want me to go up there,
have a word with him?

No. You concentrate on mending
the chicken run.

I can deal with the neighbours
myself.

FROM THE HOUSE:
I'm sick of you going on at me.

Then why don't you just leave?

Get out of my house!
It's mine as much as yours!

Why don't you leave?
Your art is rubbish!

It'll never make you anything.

You - Ow!

What have you done?

Hello?
In here, Martin!

She did it herself.

Oh... Oh.

Do you know where you are,
Mrs erm... oh...

thing?
I'm ever so sorry, doctor.

I wasn't watching where I was going.

Can you sit up?
Mum.

Oh, that's it.

You don't have to look at me
like that. It was an accident.

Follow my finger.

She regained consciousness
just after I called.

I need to talk to you privately.

She walked into the door
when I opened it.

Did you help her walk into it?
She wasn't paying attention.

Mum, would you like a scone,
cos I just baked a fresh batch.

Oh, no, thank you, Michael.
I'll be fine, sweetheart.

I think we'll let Martin decide
that. Will you all be quiet, please.

You're not concussed.

That wound won't need stitches

but I'll disinfect it and dress it.
I'll do that.

No, you won't.
I know how to do it. I'm not stupid.

Her head's OK. You can leave now.
Any more abdominal discomfort?

Enough now. She needs her rest.

Michael, please. Fine!

Finish your business.

And the stomach pain?

Oh... She's been fine.

Oh, really. I have been.

Might need a new pair of glasses,
though.

Silly old cow that I am. (CHUCKLES)

Ow!

What did you make of them?

Well, it wouldn't be the first time
a mother and son had come to blows.

It is a strange setup they have.

Well, this is Cornwall.
Even so, there's obviously

some sign of mental impairment.
Early dementia.

I'll see if I can speed up
her referral

for a psychological evaluation

and chase her urine analysis
and toxicology.

And I'll cross them off
my Christmas card list.

Bert?

I-I lost my sea-legs, Doc.

Did you take those tablets
I prescribed you?

I was going to start today.
(SIGHS)

Well, get up.
I don't know whether I can.

(Oh, God.)

(GIRLS CHATTER AND GIGGLE)

Get a room, you two.

Grandad's got a rabbit
to cook for tea.

Does anyone know any nice recipes?
I like to...

I've never cooked one.
I could make it into just

a stew, I suppose.
Veg and that. Or fry it up.

They're not rodents, you know.
Some people think so. They're game,

which doesn't mean they're up for anything,
although they do like to shag...

Mr Mclntyre needs his rash
looking after. Ick. Don't forget

his new prescription for
that stuff I can't pronounce.

This lady has a bad back,
thinks it could be a

slipped disc or possibly
a trapped nerve...

Shut up.

It's getting bad again, Doc.
Come in.

Who wants tea and cake?

Sit down... on the floor.
What?

On the floor.

Since she didn't have the good sense,
let alone the good manners,

to take the tablets
I prescribed you...

It was a new house red, Doc,
that I was trying to - Be quiet.

you're going to have to perform
the Epley manoeuvre

If you do it right, it
repositions particles in

your ear and you won't
have any more problems.

(CRASHING)

Er the symptoms are in your left ear

so turn your head to the left
and lie down.

Remain like that for five minutes...

and then turn to the other side...

No, wait! Remain like that
for five minutes!

Then turn to the other side
for a further five minutes.

(CLATTER)

Am I meant to be remembering this,
Doc? Yes.

A further five minutes in that position,
then sit up straight for 30 seconds

and you should be fine -
(CLATTER) For goodness' sake!

One more time through that, Doc.

What are you doing?!
Oh, sorry. Making too much noise?

I was going to arrange your
leaflets, medical magazines

and journals, then I thought
I'd make a cake for the patients.

Then I saw your pots and pans and I
thought I'd give them a good clean.

How many cups of coffee have you
had? Just the one.

Although, I did have a hot chocolate
as well. Mint.

Some people can't stand the
flavoured ones, but I love 'em.

Have you had an energy drink
or a caffeine tablet? Er...

Those drinks dehydrate you.
Stop talking! Look into the light.

Why?
Just turn your head.

Your pupils are dilated. Mydriasis...

caused by illness, trauma or drug
abuse. Have you been taking drugs?

What are you saying?
I don't take drugs.

Have you banged your head recently?
No.

I did take a couple of pills.
They weren't drugs, though.

What are you doing? Accelerated
heart rate. You're fired.

What? You've been taking stimulants.
I've taken energy pills.

Amphetamines more like.

It is totally and utterly
unacceptable.

Doc - I hardly think that's
a sackable offence. Come on.

You didn't think taking
amphetamines before work

in a doctor's surgery was
a sackable offence? Really?

Bert.

Bert! (SNORES)

Wake up. Doc.

The Epley manoeuvre.

What are you doing?

My farm is not an art supply store.

Mum said it'd be OK.

I very much doubt that.

Fine! Take them.
I'm too old and too dignified

to stand around arguing
about chicken feathers.

How is she, by the way?

Your mother.

Feeling better?

She's great.
No need to bother us any more.

She says hello.

Mrs Dunwich?

Hello?

Shirley?

Oh!

(MURMERING)

Ooh! Shirley.

(BURPS)

What's happened to you?

He's killed me.

(RINGING)

Doc, you caught me in the middle
of a surveillance operation.

Penhale, I'm looking at the results of a
urine analysis on one of my patients.

There's a high concentration
of arsenic.

Arsenic? Do you have a case
of poisoning?

Haven't had one of those in a while.

Never, in fact.
Listen.

I think the son is trying
to kill the mother.

It's the er... Dunwich family
at Cliffside Farm.

Roger that. Thanks, Doc.

I'll take it from here.
No, you won't.

I need to go to the chemist
to get some dimercaprol

but I'll meet you there.
And, Penhale...

the son is possibly deranged
and has a firearm.

If I get there first
I'll wait for you.

What you doing here? Who are you?

It's Ruth Ellingham, dear.

Shirley!

He's poisoned me. Your son?

He put something in my food.
Weedkiller.

I'm dying.

Well, let's not be premature.
Oh! I'll get help.

Now, is there a phone up here,
or only downstairs?

(GUNSHOT)

Nothing to worry about.

(BURPS AND SPLUTTERS)

Put that down!

Hello, Michael.

You're here. Again.

Yes.

I was concerned about your mother.
I'm sure you are as well.

There's nothing wrong with her!
So there's no need to take her away.

I think she might be ill, Michael.

She's always complaining.
Yes, I've noticed that, too.

Must be very painful for you.

You know... since I've moved here,
I've seen so many guns.

Everyone seems to have one.

You need them for the vermin.

What kind of gun is that?

Do you think it would be
too heavy for me? Huh?

Rats are getting at
the chicken's eggs.

Can I?

I don't know about that.

OK.

I just wanted to see
what it feels like.

Knowing me, I'd probably shoot
the chickens and miss the rats.

I've gotta warn you - don't go
pointing that at anyone. It's loaded.

(SHIRLEY CALLS OUT IN PAIN)

Mum! We should help her,
Michael, shouldn't we?

What's the matter, Mum?

Mum?
(GROANS)

Is she dying?

You won't be able to manage
without me, will you?

(SPLUTTERS) You should've thought
of that! Don't say that.

You poisoned me, you murderer!

No, Mum. No, Mum. I wouldn't.
Why would you think that?

She's delirious.
She doesn't know what she's saying.

She needs water. Michael, could you
get some water for your mother?

I'm not drinking any of it.
He'll put weedkiller on it.

I wouldn't!

I wouldn't! Even if I did,
the weedkiller's...

Hear that? 'Even if I did.'

That's practically a confession!

Just hurry, Michael. Go on.

Get me out of here.
I'm working on it.

But we must keep calm.

Now, is there a phone up here?
No.

A mobile, then?

I-I think it's in my handbag.

Over there.

Oh, just like me.
Never throw anything away.

I think your son is repenting,
dear.

His fear of losing you is somewhat
greater than his desire to kill you.

Why are you saying that?

There! See? Weedkiller!

If you plan to poison someone, you could
at least try and be subtle about it.

No! Look, Mum, it's harmless.
It's not...

Michael.

Mum?

Over there!

What are you doing?
Now, Michael.

All right.

Not ideal, but we can work with it.

Now, you watch him, while I go and -
Stay there!

I mean it! Not another move!

Doc.

Doc... let's not be hasty.

Caution is nine tenths
of what it takes

to stay alive in a potentially
explosive situation.

You've left your lights on.

Don't hate me, Mum.

I'll be good, I promise.

I'm your best little boy.
Just give me another chance.

Oh, show some dignity, man.

Hello! It's Dr Ellingham.

Er in here, doctor.
No, Martin! Help me!

Head's quite a bit better now,
doctor, thank you.

Glad to hear it.

Oooh, gun.
Get in here, you.

Over there! Go on.

Now er Mrs...
Dunwich.

Er yes... You're confused,
which is understandable.

You've absorbed a huge amount of
arsenic. You should be dead, really.

Oh, so now you're on his side.

Doc, Doc... leave it to me.

I'm trained in the art
of hostage negotiation.

Nonsense. I see you couldn't avoid
getting involved.

I was trying to help them, Martin.
Everybody, Be quiet!

I'm gonna shoot
the next person who talks.

But I'm innocent, Mum! Believe me...

Why would I want to hurt you?

Because you're lazy. You want the
house. You're just like your father.

No! Mum, no! I wouldn't...

I wouldn't do anything to hurt you,
please!

Stop whining.
What are you doing?

Put that down now!
Oh, for God's sake!

What do you think I'm going to do?

Throw it at you
and hope you swallow some?

Non-toxic, pet-safe.
And it's biodegradable.

Shut up. No arsenic. It's harmless.

What about my stomach pains?
That doesn't prove anything.

What it proves, dear, is that
Michael hasn't been poisoning you.

I told you, Mum.

There's a peculiar odour
in this room.

I'm afraid that's
the smell of murder, Doc.

It's like garlic.

And French cooking.

I think...

that it's copper arsenate

and I think it's coming
from this disgusting green wallpaper.

Which is lovely, Shirley.

They used to use arsenic
as a pigment in wallpaper

until they found the fumes
it gives off kill you.

Fumes? No, you're lying!

No, I'm not.

It lies dormant until it's disturbed.

How long has this wallpaper
been like this?

I started stripping it
about a month ago.

Moocher doesn't finish anything.

And the abdominal pains,
did they start about then?

I-I dunno. M-Maybe.

And I assume that the paranoia
started then, too.

Wh... The arsenic has affected your
mental capabilities, Mrs Winchelsey.

I told you it wasn't me.
If you finished what

you started none of this
would have happened.

Maybe now would be the time
to put the firearm down, Shirley.

Rubbish!

I'm not falling for that.

Poisoned by the wallpaper...

Leave it to the professionals, eh,
Doc.

Now then, Shirley...
What are you doing?

Taking control.

I'm a busy man, Shirley.

Can't spend all day
nattering with you.

We both know that the gun
isn't loaded.

So why don't you be a dear...just
hand it over.

Am I hit?!

You idiot.

(LAUGHS)
I never expected that to happen.

Here. Not you.

I'll give you something to counteract
the effects of the arsenic.

Dimercaprol.

It's a good thing, unless
you want to continue feeling ill.

Good work, Doc.
I distract her, you get the gun.

Textbook stuff. Good work, people.
Pats on back all round.

You all right, Mum?
Yeah. Of course I am.

There we go. Up the step.

You have no right to send her away.

I need her here.
I can take care of her, you know.

Your mother needs to go to hospital.
She will recover.

And as soon as she is discharged,
you can pick up

your dysfunctional relationship where
you left off. No thanks to you.

What? Unbelievable.

Is he actually a policeman
or just pretending to be one?

(PHONE RINGS)

Ellingham. What?

Right. Try and get him onto his side
and keep him warm.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

Patient.

Typical slacker.

Do anything to get out
of mowing the lawn.

Got me bang to rights, love.

Lying down on the job.

Doc'll be here soon.
Good.

He needs to be set right.

He shouldn't have sacked you.

I want to give him...

a piece of my... mind.

Grandad.

Morwenna...
Grandad...

Please.

Grandad...

Oh, no. No, no, no, no...

Please.

One... two, three...

four, five...

Please... Grandad.

11, 12...

Don't you dare leave me.

(GROANS)

One, two, three...

He just keeled over, Doc.
Do something.

(GROANS)

Right... Can you hear me, Mr Dunwich?

Oh...
I've called an ambulance.

When did his breathing get bad?

It seemed like forever.
A minute ago, maybe.

Is he going to be all right?

His pulse is stable.
How did you know to do CPR?

I saw it on the telly.

Do you have any aspirin?

Er... I'll go and get it.

Doc! Yes.

If you don't give the child
her job back...

I'm going to be waiting for you
at the gates with a big stick.

You just had a cardiac arrest,
you're in no position to threaten me.

Did you feel any pressure in your
chest or pain before it happened?

No.
Sure? Your left arm?

It's been fine.
He's been overdoing it.

Scampering about all over the place

since he started taking these energy
pills.

Energ- Show me these energy pills.
Are these the one you were taking!

They're army pills or something.
Grandad found them in his old stuff.

See? Definitely not amphetamines.
That's exactly what they are!

You've both been taking
Methamphetamines.

They came from the government,
didn't they, Grandad?

The handed them out to soldiers
in during the Second World War

to keep them going. They're
not for geriatrics and teenagers.

I was just trying to help.
(SIRENS)

You've given yourself a heart attack
and lost your granddaughter her job.

That's really helpful.
Doc... she didn't know.

She deserves a second chance,
don't you think?

She's a good girl.

Well, that remains to be seen.

Sit up.

Take this. Thanks, Doc.

Here's some water.

How do I look?

A bit flushed.

Oh...

Pulse is fine. Regular.

I suppose that's the closest
I'm going to get to a compliment.

Regular pulse.

It feels all wrong.

Going out and leaving the baby.

You've nothing to worry about.

Apparently I have some
medical training.

Make sure you check if
he needs changing.

Oh, and read him a bedtime story.

He seems to like the one about
the talking fire engine.

Highly unlikely that he can grasp
the concept of a fire engine,

let alone one that
is apparently sentient.

Studies have shown that
talking to infants

can help develop
their cognitive skills.

Yes. To a certain extent.

Bye.

Er this is an article
by a Dr Henry Wolfstein...

of the need to focus
on cytotoxic therapies

for cancer patients.

There's a... picture
of Dr Wolfstein there.

'Patients with advanced liver cancer

who had not previously received
chemotherapy

were randomly allocated
to three different regiments...

representing minimal, conventional
and intensive cytotoxic treatments.

Patients with impaired renal function
were excluded from the analysis

and results were stratified,
according to risk category,

based on retrospective analysis
of previous studies.

Results support the conclusion...'

Hello! Officer in need of
assistance. And some trousers.

Who are you?
I'm Elinor.

His grandmother.

Lulu...
What are you doing here?

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