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So who's going to look after
the baby while you're at work?

My mother.

If she remembers to turn up.

And if she doesn't?

Oh, is that
an offer of help, Ruth?

Me? No.

I was just wondering
what your backup plan might be.

You can always take the baby
to school for the odd day

every now and again.

No, I couldn't.

Help yourself to salad.

This chicken's delicious.

Did you get al
to kill one of your birds?

No. I ran over it.

I didn't mean to, but it wasn't
too badly squashed, so...

I always thought that Joan

secretly enjoyed
killing the chickens.

Do you know she kept notes
on their health,

how much they were eating?

I found a chicken diary
in one of her boxes.

And something else.

Something you might find
rather interesting.

It's over here.

- Mind your head.
- Oh!

Oh, Martin!

Here we are.

Joan's little treasure chest,

hidden away in here
for god knows how many years.

Oh.

That belonged to my grandfather.

Or "daddy," as I was never
allowed to call him.

He would
never let me touch this.

Didn't you break
his pocket watch?

- I offered to mend it.
- You were seven.

I don't think he thought
you were up to the job.

Have you got the key?

Oh, I imagine
it's in there somewhere.

Look.

Oh. Good.

There's me on my first day
at prep school,

waiting for the taxi.

You went to school by taxi?

No, I got a taxi to the station,

then a train, then a bus.

You don't look very happy.

He was about to say goodbye
to home

for a couple of months.

- So how old were you?
- Six and three-quarters.

Martin, that's awful.

Well, he had a better time at
school than he ever did at home.

Well, we don't need to
keep these, do we?

Well, I do.

I'm gonna sort them out
and put them into an album.

Why?

Because that's what
people do, Martin.

Mm.

No, I'm not really sure
what happened.

Anyway, I'm here with Joe.

No, not like that.

Joe's still... Joe.

If you know what I mean.

Yeah, I'll be back tomorrow.

Yeah, okay.

Soon as I can. Yeah.

Bye.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Don't want to be late for
my appointment with the doc.

Looks like my policy of zero
tolerance is finally paying off.

Didn't have to issue
a single ticket all morning.

No one parks on a double-yellow
line with you around, eh?

"Tough on crime,
tough on the causes of crime."

- That's my motto.
- I remember.

Better get on.

So it's all coming back, then?
Your memory?

Do you remember our wedding?

I remember our honeymoon.

Ah!

The people in the caravan
next door wouldn't shut up,

swearing and playing loud music.

You wouldn't go in and tell them
to keep the noise down.

I was outnumbered.

Two blokes.

And a dog.

I've changed, mags.

Anyway, that was Gabby
from the salon on the phone.

She's got a hen party booked in
this weekend.

Half a dozen blow-dries
and a perm.

So you're leaving, then?

If doc Martin
says I'm all right,

gives me the all-clear,
and I'll be off.

Be sad to see you go, mags.

Hey, maybe the doc
won't let you travel.

Fingers crossed, eh?

Heh.

James, I'm a little bit nervous
about going back to school.

I mean, new pupils and new
parents and new teachers...

What were you saying?

Nothing.
I was just thinking aloud.

Could you get James dressed
before mum picks him up?

Of course.

When you have a moment,

I'd appreciate your thoughts
on that.

- It's a prep school.
- It's just registration.

It doesn't commit us
to anything.

But it would be a good idea
to get his name down.

No. No. Definitely not.

It's a very good school.

It's in Hampshire.

He's eight weeks old,

and you're already thinking
about sending him away.

No. No.

I-I don't want him
in some stuffy old institution.

It's just a prospectus.

Yes, I can see that, but...

I'm sorry.

Can we just
talk about this later?

Yes. I guess we'll have to.

Bye-bye.

Aren't you gonna wish me luck?

I was going to. Good luck.

Thank you.

Hey!

What are you doing back there?
Not touching my fruit and veg.

- Ain't your fruit and veg.
- Belongs to the whole school.

You little...
You stay away from there.

Is there a problem, Mr. Coley?

They've been going
where they're not allowed.

My growing patch.

No, we haven't.

Adam, you don't
answer Mr. Coley back,

and you don't go near the
growing patch without a teacher.

No more trouble today.
Understand?

- Sure.
- Yes, miss.

Right. Inside.

How was your holiday, Mr. Coley?

Where did you go?

Uh, nowhere special.

Rained all week.

Oh, bad luck.

I wondered if you noticed...
There's a peculiar smell...

Bournemouth!
Uh, we went to Bournemouth.

Lovely. Right.

I was just saying,
um, the school...

It smells, well, a bit musty.

And you know that light
in the hall?

- It still needs fixing.
- It's all on my to-do list.

Great.

Oh, and, um, you've got a bit
of shaving foam in your ear.

I-I was in a hurry.

Your EEG shows
no abnormalities whatsoever.

Right.

So, what are you saying,
exactly?

It means there's no abnormality.

Doesn't appear to be
anything wrong

with your neural function,
either.

So I can travel?

Yes, of course.

Oh. I'll be heading back
to bude, then.

Do you have a G.P. There?

I'm pretty sure I do.

All right. I'll send him
my notes for your file.

And if the condition returns,

you should go
and see him immediately.

Do you think it might come back?

- It's a possibility.
- What are you saying?

I'm saying that transient global
amnesia is a rare condition.

Very little is known
about its pathophysiology.

Could you just
talk me through it all again?

If you didn't understand it the
first time, what's the point?

I do have other patients.

Are you trying to tell me that's
the end of the appointment?

Yes.

Yes?!

Doc, Louisa phoned.
She needs you up at the school.

Um, right.
Show this patient out.

But i-I've still got
some questions.

Ask them in bude.

Careful!

He's been vomiting,
and he says his throat hurts.

It's a severe allergic reaction.

Well, he was licking the floor.

- Why?
- It was a dare.

He made me do it.

No one can make you do something
you don't want to do, Adam.

They can in dares club.

Well, there will be no more
dares club in this school.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, miss.

Garth dared Adam
to lick the hall floor

from one side to the other.

Right.

I'll take a sample of his blood.

What sort of floor cleaner
do you use?

I don't know.
I don't clean the floors.

Oh.

Kids will be kids, Martin.

That's normal.

Susan baxendale once dared me
to eat a spoonful of soil,

and I did.

Must have done wonders
for your immune system.

Well, I can't see
any cleaning fluid.

Have to ask Mr. Coley.

I need to know
exactly what's in the fluid.

This school smells funny.

Yes. I know.

It just needs airing
after the holiday.

Mm. Yeah.

I need to get back
to the surgery.

Well, shouldn't you
take a sample?

A sample of what?

The hall floor.

Louisa, I'm not
a forensic scientist.

No, but could you improvise?

Come on, now.

That's it. Swinging your arms.

Let's see those arms going.

Keep moving.

Look! Just keep this area clear!

- Martin! You're scaring them.
- Good.

Do you intend to instill

any sort of discipline
into your pupils?

Well, actually they're
very well-behaved, mostly.

Mm.
Where do you keep those ones?

What's wrong, mags?
What's the diagnosis?

- He was so rude to me.
- Really?

Wouldn't listen.

Wouldn't answer
any of my questions.

Well, he's like that
with everyone.

What, and everyone
puts up with it?

Obviously you would.

Actually, no.

I won't take this
lying down anymore.

That man has pushed me too far.

Come on, Joe.

Don't worry, mags.
I'm not gonna hurt him.

Not physically.

Just give him
a piece of my mind.

Joe Penhale.

No. Now, you... Shut your mouth
and open your ears.

That's right.

Anyone who upsets my Maggie
upsets me.

And I really don't think
you want to do that.

Understood?

What are you talking about?

Good. I'll tell her.

He says he's very sorry,
and it won't happen again.

Thank you, Joe.

What did he say
about your brain?

Oh, um, the tests
are all clear, apparently.

Well, I'll go and pack.

Bus is at 5:30.

- Or I could give you a lift.
- No. No.

You have done enough.

Aw.

Oh, Mr. Coley.

Yes, Linda?

It's me. It's Louisa.

I know.

There's been a bit
of an incident earlier

with one of the boys.

He... he licked the floor
in the hall.

With his tongue?

Well, how else could he lick
the floor?

I see your point.

Well, my point, Mr. Coley,

is the boy's had a reaction to
something in the floor cleaner,

and Dr. Ellingham needs to know
what sort of cleaner you use.

Yes, of course.
It's, uh... it's...

It's...

Do you know name of the brand?

It'll come to me.

Mr. Coley.

You're painting with your tea.

How am I supposed to
get anything done

with you distracting me?

Miss, there's an emergency!

Oh, dear. Come on, then.

Yes, Louisa.

Martin, I'm sorry
to have to bother you. Um...

Do you have a moment?

Louisa, I'm in the middle
of a busy day.

Well, so am I.

But my day's been interrupted by
a pupil with a medical problem.

I'm afraid I need your help.

And he said he bought it
in Wadebridge,

but I know for a fact
it was one of my pies

'cause it was well past
the sell-by date.

But he had a receipt,
so I couldn't e...

Where are you off to, then?

I'm going to have a coffee
at Bert's.

Fancy joining me?

Can't, mags.

Possible theft in a mini-mart.

What do you mean, "possible"?

Oh, that's a shame.

His fingerprints could be
all over my chiller cabinet.

We're closed.

What?

If he returns to the scene of
the crime, then give me a call.

But...

You've got my number...
9-double-9.

Well, he's getting away
with murder!

No! He's getting away
with shoplifting.

Bert!

Quick!

Matter of extreme urgency.

What's going on, Joe?

I need a favor.

Always happy to help.

If that's what you want.

- Thanks, Bert!
- How much?

What?

How much you gonna pay me?

Uh... 10 quid.

Not really worth it.

20.

Done.

Hi.

What do you want?

Oh, um, just a cup of coffee,
please.

- Got a reservation?
- No.

Well, I suppose I could try
and squeeze you in.

Can't really be bothered,
as you're not having lunch.

I tried to pull it out.

Which was precisely
the wrong thing to do.

Well, I was hoping
I wouldn't have to call you.

Then why make it worse when you
could see that it was trapped?

If you hadn't made me feel
so guilty

about calling you out
last time...

Oh, I see. This is all my fault.

Well...

Did somebody dare you
to do this?

No.

Look, I don't want to see

any more silly behavior
in this school.

How do you propose
achieving that...

Sending them all home
and shutting the place down?

Now, look. Don't worry.

The doctor is here to help you.
He's gonna make you better.

Aren't you, Martin?

I'm going to attempt
to extricate your finger

from the pencil sharpener
and then dress the wound.

Is that all right, or do you
have a building to set fire to?

Martin.

I'm going to turn your whole
hand in a clockwise direction.

Is it gonna hurt?

Let's see.

Aaaah!

It's hurting! It's hurting!
It's hurting!

I thought it might.

- Ohhhh!
- All right.

- Well done.
- Hold it up.

Very brave.

There you go.

That'll be $3.50.

And, no, I don't take
credit cards, before you ask.

Seems a bit expensive.

This coffee's freezing.

Stop complaining, woman!

I'm sick of people like you
coming in here,

telling me how to do my job.

What's going on?

And you can bug off and all.

Bert.

And take your moaning wife
with you.

- Out!
- I wasn't moaning.

And actually she's my ex-wife.

I want you two out of here
right now.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

Well, what you gonna do?
Arrest me?

I will do
if you carry on like this.

You wouldn't dare, you little...

That's... enough, Mr. Large.

Now, I don't know what's
got into you this morning,

but I do know that you're gonna
apologize for your discourtesy.

Go on.

Sorry.

Not to me. To her.

Sorry.

That's better.

Come on, mags.

Let's get out of this dump.

And don't come back,
you pair of tossers.

That's enough!

Why don't I buy you a pasty?

I thought you were on duty.

Rules are made
to be broken, mags.

I think I know how
to run my school, Martin.

Yes, of course you do.

All I'm saying is
you seem to opt

for a very relaxed approach
to discipline, that's all.

Well, I'm not gonna start
caning five-year-olds,

if that's what you mean.

No, of course it isn't.

Corporal punishment isn't an
option in any school, even...

- What?
- Nothing.

No. What were you gonna say?

I was going to say
that I'm relieved

that James won't be influenced
by boys like that, that's all.

This is a lovely school, Martin.

I came here
and I was very happy,

and I turned out just fine.

Or perhaps you think
I'm a bit of a disappointment.

Of course not.

Good.

- Hello.
- Right.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, I've just got to
hand him back.

But, mum, I'm working.

And I'm meeting a shellfish
dealer from Newlyn.

He's going out to sea again,
with the tide,

so it's got to be right now.

Well, didn't you ask Martin
to help?

I asked.
He said no, of course.

I'm so sorry, Lulu.
It's only for a couple of hours.

Well... well, has he slept?

He's on his way.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

Oi. No running inside!

Aah!

Out the way. Mr. Coley?

You okay?

I... I think so, Linda.

No, it's me.

It's Louisa.

Those kids ran into my ladder,
knocked me flying.

You two. My office. Now.

Maybe you should
go and see Dr. Ellingham.

I've got jobs to do.

No, I'm sure they can wait.

You've got a baby.

Seriously, you should
go and see a doctor.

Any pain apart from your back?

Numbness in your limbs
or tingling?

No. If it was up to me,
I wouldn't have come here.

It was Miss Glasson's idea.

Breathe in. Out.

In. Out.

Superficial bruising.

No breaks or fractures.

Your health seems reasonably
good for a man of your age.

You taking any medication?

Just aspirin
when I get a headache.

How often is that?

The children give me quite a lot
of headaches these days.

- Yes.
- I'll get back to work, then.

Sorry to waste your time.

Oh.

Oh.

I must have stood up too quick.

I've got you. Sit down.

Did you feel dizzy
before you fell?

No. I got knocked off
by a couple of kids.

There's no discipline
in that school.

The goats do whatever they like.

- The goats?
- Eh?

I meant kids.

How many units of alcohol
do you consume in a day?

I don't drink.

Oh. How's your memory?

Fine.

- Mood swings?
- No.

Anybody close to you
commented on your behavior?

- Like who?
- Your wife, if you have one.

Leave my wife out of this.
I've got work to do.

Well, but I haven't finished.

You said there's nothing wrong.

No, I said
there's nothing broken.

That's good enough for me.

Oh.

What do you want
for dinner tonight?

I thought you were getting
the bus to bude.

I thought I'd spend one more day
if that's okay with you.

Have you lost something?

I'm sure I bought a new packet
of chocolate digestives.

What have you done with them?

It's for your own good.

No.

Eating a chocolate digestive
right now

would be for my own good.

- I don't see how.
- It will give me energy.

No, what it would
actually give you

is sugar, starch,
saturated fats...

Is this about my size?

It's fine to be a little bit
overweight when you're pregnant

and a few weeks
after giving birth, Louisa.

But it's been two months now,

and you could easily lose
a couple of pounds.

Are you calling me fat?

I found it.
The key to the clock.

It was in a tobacco tin
with a couple of walnuts.

More pictures of Martin.

Thank you.

Oh. St Benedict's.

You do know
that the last headmaster

had to leave in quite a hurry.

- Why?
- Embezzlement.

Aha!

Have you thought about that
place in Kent, near Goudhurst?

Oh, um, yes. It's supposed to be
rather good, isn't it?

Are you talking about
boarding schools?

Yes.

Miles away
from where we'll be living.

Why are you so keen
to get rid of our child?

I'm keen to give him
the best education.

What, that money can buy?

Do you really think that being
a boarder at the age of seven

is gonna give James
the best start to his life?

If he doesn't learn
to lick the floors,

I'll consider it an advantage.

Would you like a biscuit, Ruth?

- I won't, actually.
- They're... they're delicious.

Come on, James.

Cocoa?

No, thanks.
Just brushed my teeth.

You all right in the spare room?

Bed's not too lumpy?

Maybe tomorrow.

What?

Let's just see how it goes, eh?

Good night, Joe.

Louisa?

Louisa!

There's no need to shout.

- Where's your mother?
- She should be here by now.

I'm very well aware of that.
That's why I'm shouting.

Martin, I'm going to school.

Morning!

You remember Mr. Bunting.
He's back again.

Right.
That's my first appointment.

Well, what are you suggesting?

That I take James with me
and try looking after a baby

whilst dealing with
a hundred other kids?

- Yes.
- No.

Louisa.

Louisa, if your mother
wasn't so... Unreliable,

we wouldn't have this problem.

Our baby is not a problem.

And my mother is not...

Okay, she may be a little bit
on the late side sometimes,

but we are very lucky
to have her.

Yes, except that we don't
actually have her, do we?

But most days we do have her.

And we'll miss her in London.
There'll be no free childcare.

When we're in London,
we won't need any childcare,

free or otherwise, will we?

But when we're
both out at work...

Well, that's not for
another three or four years.

You don't expect me
to be a kept woman, do you?

A what?

I love my job.

Yes, but while
he's still a baby,

he needs his mother
close at hand.

Yes, of course.

But I'm planning on getting
a job in the next few months.

You don't need to.

Oh. Well, neither do you.

What do you mean?

Well, by your reckoning,
only one of us has to work.

Oh, now you're
just being ridiculous.

Louisa.

Doc. He's having another one.

Nosebleed.

Um... Louisa?

All right. Come through.

Martin, I don't know

what to do.

I've got five kids
throwing up here.

Oh, no!
Six kids throwing up here.

And I-I don't know what to do.

Have they all
been licking the floors?

What?

Please, Martin,
come as soon as you can.

I need some help here.

Oh, dear.

Hmm. Exactly the same symptoms
as the floor-licking boy.

He's called Adam.

Is this something to do
with the dares club?

- They promised me it isn't.
- Right. And you believed them.

Well, they were all poisoned
with something.

I had the,
uh, blood-test results back

from the floor-licker.

Or Adam.

Traces of some sort of
cleaning solution.

Is that cleaning solution
from the floor, yes?

No, the floor sample that I took

showed no traces of
cleaning solution whatsoever.

It was, however,
covered in fertilizer.

Fertilizer?

Maybe your pupils bring it in
on the soles of their footwear.

Not every pupil is the child
of a farmer, Martin.

Oh? What's your explanation
for fertilizer on the floor?

Well, we do have fertilizer
in the school.

Mr. Coley uses it
on the growing patch.

What's the growing patch?

Oh, it's a little garden
round the back.

- We use it for rural science.
- I see.

So this idiot, Mr. Whatsit,

has been putting fertilizer
on the floor

and cleaning solution
on the garden.

Perhaps they've all been
licking the garden.

Ella, were you in
the growing patch this morning?

No, miss.

Ella, did someone dare you
to do something?

We had to show
we weren't scared of Mr. Coley.

So, what did you do?

I ate a strawberry, miss.

I didn't want to, but...

Hands up,
anyone who had a strawberry.

I thought you said you'd
put a stop to this nonsense.

Purple class have got
rural science this morning.

And can anyone tell me
why we're supposed to have

five portions of fruit
and vegetables every day, hmm?

Someone else apart from Lola?

Garth, why are fruit and
vegetables so good for us?

Right, no one is to eat

any fruit or vegetables
grown at this school.

Thank you. I'll take it
from here, Dr. Ellingham.

All this fruit and all these
vegetables are highly toxic,

which means
that they're poisonous.

Now, I don't want you to worry.

I just want you to tell me...

Has anyone taken anything from
the growing patch this morning?

- No, miss.
- No, miss.

-No, miss.

Mm. Can you tell me
where caretaker is?

Well, he was in his shed
at break time.

Destroy all this produce.

- Wha...
- out of the way.

Pippa, it might be best
if you do what he says.

- Really?
- Yes.

Which way is the shed? Right.

How long has he been,
um, confused?

Well, he opened up the school
last week

for new parents looking around,
and he seemed fine to me then.

Mr. Coley?

It's Louisa.
Mr. Coley...

Oh! Leave the door open.

Does he live in here?

Well, no, he's got a flat
in the village with his wife.

But it does look like
he's been living here.

- Aah!
- Oh! Are you all right?

- Yes.
- You sure?

Yes.

That's a paraffin heater.

If he's been sleeping in here
with the door shut,

he'd give himself
carbon monoxide poisoning.

Do you think that's why
he's been acting so strange?

He could have killed himself.

Miss! Miss!

Mr. Coley's on the roof!

Really?

Show me.

- Mr. Coley's on the roof.
- That's not funny.

Up there.

Mr. Creeley!

- Coley.
- What?

Hello?

Down here!

Who are you?

I'm Dr. Ellingham.

You're not well, Mr. Coley.
Please be careful.

What... what am I doing up here?

I've no idea, but I think you
should come down immediately.

Do you want me to jump down?

No! No!

Use the ladder.

Oh.

Oh!

All right! Ah! All right!
You stay up there.

Call Morwenna.

Tell her to bring oxygen
and a mask.

- And get Penhale.
- What are you gonna do?

I'm going to stop him
from falling off the roof.

- Really?
- Yes.

Oh, god.

I shouldn't
really do this, but...

I've been thinking.

There's no beauty salon
in portwenn.

So?

Well, it's not just people in
bude that need their hair cut.

P.c. Joseph Penhale, 3021.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down, Louisa.
Who's on the roof?

Information received. On way.

Sorry, mags.
I've got a situation.

Right.

Mr. Maynard, I want you to come
over here onto this ladder.

Oh!

What... Oh, god.

Who are you again?

I'm Dr. Ellingham.

Is there
something wrong with me?

Yes, you're suffering
from delirium.

You've given yourself
carbon monoxide poisoning.

How do you suppose I did that?

By sleeping in a shed with
a paraffin heater switched on.

A shed?

Oh, yeah.

Do you know why
I'm sleeping there?

- No.
- She kicked me out.

- Who did?
- My wife.

I think it was my wife.

Me and her and now this.

- I...
- careful. Careful.

I've worked here for years.

It's quite a responsibility.

Mister...

Oh! What did you do that for?

Hit him again!

Adam, be quiet. Shh!

And now I'm sleeping in the shed

and scrubbing my undies
in the staff toilets.

Okay, everyone, step back.

Step back.
There's nothing to see.

Yes, there is.
Mr. Coley's on the roof.

Keep him talking, doc!
Pretend you're on his side!

But if he makes any demands,

make sure
you run them past me first!

- Be quiet!
- Everyone, keep calm.

Joe, do something.

I'm trying to impose
some kind of order.

You need to get up that ladder.

I think Dr. Ellingham's
doing okay by himself.

Joe.

Right.

I'm leaving you in charge
of spectators, Louisa.

Do not let anyone
go near the kill zone.

The what?

The area
where the bodies might land

if someone falls off the roof.

Mr. Munsen?

You hit me again.

Mr. Munsen, now, we both
need to get off this roof.

Now, then...

I want you to watch me
very closely

and copy my every move.

Doc, I'm coming up.

No! Stay where you are!

I know what I'm doing.

Exactly as I say.

Put your right foot
onto this rung of the ladder.

I know how to use a ladder.

Right.

That's it. Hold tight.

Very carefully.

Doc, it's higher than I thought.

I'm stuck.

I told you not to come up,
you moron!

Don't move, doc.
I think I'm gonna fall.

Let go of me, Penhale!

Come on, Joe.
You can do this.

Put your hands
back on the ladder.

That's it.

Go on! Go down! Go down!

Not you, Mr. Munsen!

Come on, Joe. You can do this.

That's it. You can do it.

Come on. I've got you.

Hurry!

Ignore him.
Just come down slowly.

That's it. Come on.

Come on. Oh!

You all right?

Of course.

I wasn't scared.

I was just staying there in case
the suspect slipped and fell.

All right, Mr. Munsen.
Now you. Very carefully.

That's it. Hold tight.

I'm here, doc.

- You got the oxygen?
- Yeah.

And I called an ambulance.
Should be here any minute.

Right.

All right, Mr. Munsen.
Hang on tight.

We're nearly there.

Hey!
Why were you having a go at me?

On the phone.

Don't know
what you're talking about.

You rang me,
told me to keep my mouth shut.

I never...

Look, Maggie, if I've upset you,
I'm sorry,

but I really don't know
what I've done.

There was no need
to shout at me.

Come on, mags. Let's go.

The girl's obviously drunk.

All right, Mr. Munsen.
Hold tight.

Nearly there.

That's it. Okay.

There. You're on the ground.

- Aw!
- Boo!

Right.

Come on, everybody. Inside.

Show's over.

Well done.

Right. I'll go and see to
your vomiting children now.

Then you should
telephone their parents

and get them to collect them.

I already have, thank you.

Are you sure
you've got time for this?

I'll make time.

Unless you've got
any more surprises for me.

No. I don't think so.

Good.

If anyone's
still throwing up tomorrow,

you should tell their parents
to bring them to see me.

Listen, Joe, I've been thinking,
um, about you and me.

I've been thinking too, mags.

I don't think
you should stay here.

A policeman's job is dangerous.

Someone could
knock the door anytime,

give you the news
you'd hoped you'd never hear.

What news?

That someone shot me
or stabbed me

or maybe run me over.

Anyway, I'm dead.

And it's not fair on you,
having to deal with that.

You don't want me anymore?

No, I do.

I've just got to
let you go, mags.

I love you too much
to keep you here,

in the line of fire.

Okay.

No arguments, now.

It's been lovely
seeing you again, Joe.

Look after yourself.

Hello, Ruth.

Louisa. Busy day at school?

Yes, you could say that.

Oh, and thanks
for those photos of Martin.

But to be honest,
I found them rather sad.

I mean, he's a little boy, and
he's not smiling in any of them.

Asking him to say cheese
was always pretty pointless.

I'm sure he'd still be the same.

People don't change.

They can do. If they want to.

Well, maybe I'm wrong.

I must be off.

Looking forward to the 23rd.

What's the 23rd?

The christening. For James.

Martin asked me
to put the date in my diary.

Right, yes. The christening.

Bye, Louisa.

Bye-bye.

The 23rd.
When were you gonna tell me?

Good evening.

The 23rd?

Am I supposed to know
what you're talking about?

Oh, just the christening.

It's the only date that works.

You didn't ask me.

I checked your diary.
There was nothing in it.

But you didn't ask me.

Do you have plans?

Well, that's not the point.

What is the point?

The point, Martin...
The point is

that you should ask me
about things like this,

not just assume
you've got it right

and my opinion doesn't matter.

I see.

Do you?

Doesn't seem too complicated.

Are you ready
for something to eat now?

Yes. I suppose so.

Red snapper, green beans,
and rice.

No. I don't want that.

What?

The meal you've planned
all by yourself.

I don't want it.

What do you want?

Excuse me.

It's not breakfast, Louisa.

It's what I fancy.

I see.

You sure that's going to be
enough for you?

- Yes.
- There's plenty of fish.

How many times
do I have to say it, Martin?

I don't want any fish.

This isn't
how it's supposed to be.

It's too runny?

Not the egg.

You and me.

There should be something
we both agree on.

Where James might go to school.

What day
he's gonna get christened.

Something.

But there's nothing, you know?

We don't even want to
share the same meal.

I had an egg at breakfast.

Martin, be quiet, please.
This is not about eggs.

This is how
it's always gonna be, isn't it?

You and me?

You being you

and me being, you know...

I just can't do this anymore.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry.

Oh, my little girl.

Don't you make me cry.
I don't want my face to crack.

Are you gonna give me
a lift home?

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

I'm a doctor, not a taxi driver.

That's it.
I just need to close up now.

I can close up if you like.

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

Don't be ridiculous.