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Morning, doc.

Got some fresh COD, whiting,

bass, dabs, conger,
dogfish, coalfish.

Just COD.

Fresh COD it is, then, doc.

Let me see, now.

Not the whole fish,
just a half-fillet.

Right.

Of course.

Yes.

No shame in cooking for one.

At least you're still shaving.
That's a good sign.

Most men get to your age...
Nobody in their lives...

Throw in the towel.

Hygiene's always
the first to go,

like they think,
"nobody cares about me.

I might as well sit 'round
all day in my y-fronts."

Tragic...
That's what it is, doc.

You just hang on in there.
What's for you won't go by you.

Anything else?

No.

"Martin."

Martin.

Martin.

Oh!

Hello, love!

Clive!

Wha... you're not due back
till the 11th.

Well, it is the 11th.

Oh.

You're a sight for sore eyes,
Sal.

What... oh, Clive!

No, no, no! Well, no!

Look, uh... ohh.

Um, well, i-i-I'll just put
these flowers in water.

Ho, just wait a second, Sal.

Hmm?

There's something I want to say.
There's something I need to say.

I have decided to retire.

And you're to do the same.

What?!

No. I'm too young to retire.

And too beautiful to stay stuck
behind the counter every day.

I want us to live, Sal,
while we still can.

Well, I thought you'd be happy.

Well, uh, uh,
it's just a-a surprise.

I mean, everything's a surprise.

Yeah.

Well, you think on about it.

Mm.

I got an appointment
with the doctor now

for this damned arthritis,

so I'd best hobble on
over there.

Well, you... you hurry up, then.

He's a busy man.
Don't want to keep him waiting.

No.

Don't want to make things worse.

We're just worried
about the photos.

Yeah, I mean, can't show anyone
the honeymoon snaps with...

You know.

With this.

Look up.

Easy.

I'm a married man now, doc.

Can't have the wife
getting jealous.

Have you being kissing
more than usual?

Well, it is our honeymoon.

It's stubble rash.
Avoid excessive kissing.

Well, what if we, um...

Can't?

You need to shave
at least twice a day,

morning and afternoon,

to avoid exacerbating
your wife's reaction.

Well, for better or worse,
in sickness and in health.

I shall shave for you, milady,

as often as is necessary.

I had to send her home.

She was all shivering
and shaking away.

Yes, but you should have
checked with me first.

It's this flu bug
that's going around.

Surprised you and me
are still standing.

But we don't have
a dinner lady now, do we?

So, what we gonna do tomorrow?

Don't worry. It's taken care of.

Really?

Yeah, yeah.
I got someone to come cover.

- Who?
- Bert large.

There wasn't anyone else?

Are you sure?

I asked around, but no.

Bert was the only one.

Mm.

These notes are a mess.

Yeah, well, the rig medic...

He gets a little, uh, distracted
at times.

As far as I can make out,

it was the jolt from a fall
that inflamed your hip,

leading you to feel the
arthritis for the first time.

Is that right?

That's right, doc.

One moment, I'm on the tower,
the next, I'm on the ground.

Mm. Take off your trousers
and stand over there.

Do you know
who else had arthritis?

Lucille ball.

Didn't stop her from pursuing
her dreams, though.

When I first met my Sally,

I thought she was a dead ringer
for her, a proper beauty.

Right.

Keep your left leg straight
and bend your right knee.

Straighten the right
and bend the left knee.

Hmm.

Your right calf is significantly
thicker than the left.

- It's swollen.
- Really?

I hadn't noticed it, myself.

Though it has been smarting
since I took a tumble.

Aah!

Bloody hell, doc.

Give us a warning
before you start the torture.

Shouldn't be that tender.

When you were in the infirmary
on the rig,

did you take any exercise
at all?

Well, they just told me
to lie there and relax.

"Don't speak, Clive," they said.

"Don't exert yourself.
Stay there."

How many days?
Pull your trousers up.

10.

Why, what do you think it is?

Uh, there's a possibility it's a
deep vein thrombosis brought on

by prolonged bed rest
and not a fall.

You need to get to the hospital
immediately, have it scanned.

If it is a clot,
it could dislodge

and travel to one of your lungs,
causing a pulmonary embolism.

I'm guessing
that's not a good thing.

A clot could block one of
the arteries feeding the lungs,

which would kill you instantly.

Bloody hell.

Not like you to abandon post.

Oh. Uh, no, no. I-I was
just going back downstairs.

How was... Dr. Ellingham?

It might be bad news.

I need to go to the hospital
for scans.

Do you ever get that feeling,
Sal,

that one day you wake up
and realize

how much of your life
you've wasted,

how much you've let pass you by?

I do, yes.

Right.

I'll get the kettle on, then,
shall I?

Louisa.

Uh, come in.

- How are you?
- Well, okay.

I-I don't want to keep
doing this,

but, um, I've got
a bit of a problem again.

Um, I need you to look after
James tomorrow.

Mum's still recovering
from her operation,

and I can't take him into school
with this flu thing

going around.

Um, right, and there's...
There's nobody else?

Well, school's short-staffed,

everyone's dropping
from this bug,

and I had thought leaving him
with his father

was preferable to some stranger.

But I might be wrong about that,
though.

Uh, no, it's fine.

It's just, I have consultations.

And you have Morwenna.

Well, it's not
in her job description.

Martin, it's just for one day.

I'm gonna have to take
the rest of the week off.

No. Tomorrow is fine.

Thank you.

Well, don't worry.

You're away
in a couple of weeks.

It's not gonna be
a regular feature.

You are gonna come
and visit James, aren't you?

Yes.

I mean properly, every weekend?

'Cause I don't want him
being messed around.

Every weekend would be
difficult, but most, definitely.

And we still have his,
um, christening to arrange.

All right, well,
we'll see you tomorrow, then.

Good night.

Good night, James.

Yeah. Right. Bye, then.

Babysitting is not
in my job description.

Yes, I know...

If I do this, can I get a raise?

- No.
- Longer lunch?

Oh, come on.

Can you at least ask me
with a smile?

Morwenna.

Ugh. Fine. Hand it over.

Thank you.

Act in haste.
Repent at leisure.

A baby's not some fashion
accessory for you young ones.

That's for life, that is.

You think this is mine?

Seriously? Look at the face.

I'd never have a baby like that.

No offense, like.

I brought my scans.

Oh, the doc's waiting for you.

Oh, well, that's nice.

For Clive.

You better stay here, Sal.

This might be bad news.

And if it is, I rather
you heard it from my mouth

and not some doctor's.

As you can see, I was right...
Deep vein thrombosis.

So, I could drop dead anytime?

Uh, not if you begin treatment,
no.

Your notes say that you can't
take warfarin,

so a better course would be
a daily injection of heparin.

Can you lift up your shirt,
please?

You need to inject yourself as
close as possible to your navel.

Inject myself?

Every day.

I can't.

That'd be like stabbing myself
in the belly.

No, it wouldn't.

- It would.
- No, it wouldn't.

Mr. Tishell, this injection will
stop your blood from clotting.

Maybe...
Maybe Sal could do this.

She's a medical professional.
Of sorts.

She could it every day.

What are you crying about?

All you do is laze around
all day, eating and burping,

people waiting on you
hand and foot.

Shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

You're a natural, Mrs. T.

Surprised you don't have
one of your own.

I could if I wanted.

Well, yeah.

Bit late, though, now, isn't it?

Or not.

Sal!

The doc needs you to give me
a daily injection of heparin,

whatever that is.

"Heparin" comes from
the ancient Greek word "hepar,"

which means "liver."

Why have you got my baby?

Oh, James Henry was crying,

and I don't think Morwenna
is qualified to look after him.

And a waiting room is hardly
a suitable place for a baby...

Lots of patients coughing,

spluttering their germs
everywhere.

Yes, I'm very aware of that,
thank you.

And I would be more than happy
to look after him for you, doc,

allow you to get on
with your work in peace.

Right.

Good. Yes.

Um... I'll collect him at lunch?

Lunch?

Yes.

Uh, right, Sal.

Give it a go, then.

Mnh.

Mr. Tishell, would you?

If you...
Here you go, little one.

That's right.
There's a good boy.

Thank you.

Inject him as close as possible
to the navel.

Good technique.

Thank you, doc.

Now, if you could just take it.

Thank you.
Oh, hello, my sweetheart.

Right. That's it, then, Sal.

- Here you go.
- Homeward bound.

Doc... you're a genius.

Yes, he is.

So, I will see you later, then,
doctor.

Yes.

- Brown rice? Couscous?
- Bert...

Whatever happened to liver
and bacon, toad-in-the-hole,

the great British standards?

Our menu's organized in advance.

You're here to cook the food,
not change the menu.

Mt. Everest, 1966 world cup,
battle of Hastings.

You can bet those men
weren't running on rabbit food.

Actually, a vegetarian diet

provides more
than enough nutrition

for the average person.

Mum, what are you doing here?

What... are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Just getting a bit bored,
you know,

lying at home, recuperating.

I thought I'd come and see
my little girl at work.

Yeah.
I'm just a bit busy right now.

Too busy for your old mum?

Well, I'm working.

And I have to check on a class.

I can wait!

Vegetable fried rice?

Come in.

Doc.

- I'm here about my eyes.
- Yes, I can see that.

Think it might be a side effect

of that flu bug
that's going around.

Do you have
any flulike symptoms?

Not really.

It's not that, then.

Any sensitivity to bright light,
blurred vision, ocular pain?

Yes, yes, and...

Not sure
what the last one means.

But the pain bit sounds
about right.

Hmm. It looks like iritis to me.

I'll prescribe you some drops.

You know, it's bloodshot
in the other eye, as well?

That's right.

So why are you wearing
a single eye patch

if both eyes are affected?

Well, come on, doc.

I'd look a bit stupid

wearing two eye patches, now,
wouldn't I?

Be blind as a bat.

Yes.

Mnh.

Needs more salt.

Ooh, and put some basil in.

You're meant to be recuperating.

Maybe you should give your mouth
a rest and all.

Louisa, tell this man
to add some basil.

He won't listen to me.

You know the children
will be here in half an hour.

Is everything ready?

I need two vital ingredients...
Peace and quiet.

Ah. I heard you were putting
a shift in here today.

- Hello, al.
- Hi.

You need a hand?

Hello, boy.
Everything's under control.

Well, you sure you can cook
all this?

- That's just what he was saying.
- Oh, thank you, al.

Mum, stop buzzing around them.
It's not your job.

Let's leave them to it. Come on.

Couscous?

Not exactly
sticking to the menu, son.

Improvisation is the key.

It's funny seeing you at work,
laying down the law.

It's like you're a real teacher
or something.

I am a real teacher.

Well, you know what I mean.

Like a proper teacher.

- Mum.
- I know. I know.

Look, what I'm trying to say is,
you know...

I'm proud of you.

And?

That's it.

No.
There's always something else.

Oh, this place
has made you paranoid.

I'm leaving portwenn.

And there we have it.

Just for a little while.
I got a really good deal online.

So, when are you off?

- Later on today.
- What?

I can't face winter in portwenn,
Lulu.

It goes
right through your bones.

Are you planning on coming back?

Yes! Fly south for the winter,
back for the summer.

It's just that, with Martin
leaving here as well,

I wanted to check it was okay.

I didn't want you feeling
like everyone's deserting you.

I don't.

At least I didn't
till you mentioned it.

No, it's fine.

It's gone beyond stubble rash.

Mm.

And I shaved
like you told me... more...

Three, four times.

You have any allergies at all?

Nuts, but I've been very careful
not to eat any.

And duck feathers, too, but...

- We brought our own pillows.
- So it can't be that.

Any other changes in routine?

Different washing powder
or cosmetics?

No, it's like Michael's
always saying...

- I'm a creature of habit.
- She's a creature of habit.

- She really is.
- I am, you know.

We were so looking forward
to taking photos,

showing all our friends.

What about you?
You doing anything differently?

Well, we did try some new, uh...

Positions...

In the bedroom,
if that's what you mean.

No, it isn't.

Are you using
any different products?

Right. No.
Uh, no, don't think so.

The free ones.

Oh, yeah, we've been using
the little bottles that you get

in the place we rented,
but, I mean, you do, don't you?

One of the perks
of being away from home.

A lot of bathroom products
contain nuts.

Your wife has a nut allergy.

You should check that.

Oh, my god, the shaving cream!

- Oh, I'm so sorry!
- That's okay!

You can get some antihistamine
tablets from the chemist.

If the symptoms persist...

We shan't be
bothering you again.

- We're going home today.
- Yeah. Honeymoon over.

Back to the grindstone!

You're lucky, you know,
living in a place like this.

You're so, so lucky.

Yes!

- Found it.
- Ohh!

God. Found what? Oh, dear.

Well, the perfect one.

We don't need a car.

Not a car... a mobile home.

Oh, why? You going somewhere?

No, not me, Sal... us.

This is our big chance.
Out into the big, wide world.

Spend some proper time together.
Visit places we've dreamt of.

Southend-on-sea.

Doncaster.

Peterborough.

I-I-I don't want to.

Why wouldn't you?

Look, I'll go scrub up
and change,

and then we'll go out for lunch,
have a nice chat.

I won't let this go, Sal.

Sometimes, in this life,
if you want something...

You got to take it.

Oh.

Hello.

The doctor sent us to see you.

The doctor sent you t-to see me?

Oh, what, you're staying
at the castle?

Yeah, yeah.

Had such a wonderful time.

You ever been?

No, no, never.

We were just telling the doctor
how lovely it is.

Yeah, I'm genuinely jealous

of the couple that get to
stay there next.

Mm.

Such a shame
the honeymoon's over.

It doesn't have to be.

If you wish upon a star,

if you hope with all your heart,

if you believe in love,

the honeymoon can last forever.

Poetry... at the pharmacy.

I love this town.

And what a lovely baby.

Mm. It's his... the doctor's.

He wanted to leave him with me
'cause we're very close.

Uh, how much do we owe you?

No charge, no charge at all.

Really?

Uh, thank you.

That's... that's so kind of you.

No. Thank you.

Oh!

Ohh. What do you want?

Doc said I've got to have this.

No, we are closed for lunch.

No, you're not.

Oh, well, come on, then.

Got to make it quick.

Come on.

Take it away.

- Aah!
- Wait!

What are you doing?!

- Are you all right?
- You idiot!

Are you hurt?

No, but I can't see a thing,
doc.

It's those eye drops
you made me get.

They're a nightmare.

Let me see them.

No! This is pilocarpine!

You're meant to take atropine!

I just handed over
the prescription at the chemist.

But they're opposites.

Atropine makes the pupils wider.
Pilocarpine makes it smaller.

He's blinded himself.

I didn't hurt anyone, did I?

I'm going to the chemist.
You'd better come with me.

Ugh!

- Doc.
- It's all right.

Mind the door.

- What a lovely couple!
- Tosser!

What's wrong?

It's closed.

It's vital I get my eyesight
back asap.

More importantly,
she has my child.

I told her I'd be back
at lunch to pick him up.

I'd suggest she might have
taken him for a walk,

but the buggy's still in here.

Very irresponsible of her,
leaving a baby alone like that.

Says the policeman

who just drove his car
over the Harbor wall.

Mrs. Tishell!

Step back, doc.

- What?
- This one's on me.

Ow.

Out of the way.

Mrs. Tishell!

What's the bloody noise for?

Where's your wife?

Look at that door.

Who's gonna pay for that?

Is your wife upstairs?

I was in the bath.

Out of the way.

Mrs. Tishell!

I found these upstairs...
Paroxetine and modafinil.

Oh, that's worrying.

Yes, it is... very.

Paroxetine is used to treat
social anxiety,

and modafinil has sometimes
been marketed

as an intelligence drug,
but taken together...

So, basically,
there's a drugged-up lunatic

on the run with your baby.

When did you last see your wife?

About 15, 20 minutes ago.

Did she have my baby with her?

Yeah, she did.

Martin, she left a note.

"Dear Martin,
I got your message.

I will meet you at the castle."

I think you had better tell me
what's been going on here, doc.

- What do you mean?
- My Sal.

She's an attractive woman,

alone here,
while I'm away on the rigs.

Don't be ridiculous!

- Did you send her a message?
- Of course I didn't.

- What's the castle?
- I don't know.

Maybe she means the castle.

What?

The castle hotel...
Most folk call it "the castle."

Where is it?

I know the way.

Martin, you can't
just go charging off

without telling Louisa.

Yes, I know that.

It's chaos here!
They haven't been fed!

They've been waiting
for half an hour, Bert!

Everyone, I've told you...
Be quiet!

Please just tell me
if the food's ready or not.

Any minute now.

I told you...
Nothing to worry about.

Quickly... over here.
Let's dish it up.

Aah. Um...

A little overdone.

Come on!

Seriously!

Just a tiny problem.

- Bert.
- We could buy some oven chips,

shove them in, 10 minutes,
job's a good un.

No, there are strict guidelines
concerning the children's diet.

Louisa.

Uh, can I speak to you?

Excuse me.

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?

I just wondered if Mrs. Tishell
had been in contact with you.

No. Why?

Uh, she was looking after James
for a little while,

uh, and she seems
to have disappeared.

What?!

I'm sure
it's nothing to worry about.

What, you gave our baby
to Mrs. Tishell?

Louisa, I think we'd both agree
that, on paper,

Mrs. Tishell is
a far more responsible person

than Morwenna.

- She's a pharmacist.
- So where is she, then,

and where's our baby?

I have reason to believe
that she's taken him

to the castle hotel.

Why?!

She wants me to meet her there.

What?! But why?!

She's been self-prescribing
a combination of drugs

and seems to have formed
a fixation on me.

Right. I'm coming with you.

You're in charge.

Great.

Who'd like some chips?

She doesn't look very happy.

- No.
- I'll bet the doc's in trouble.

Yes.

She probably wants to kill him.

Oh!

That's a lovely one.

Yes.

Me and his father
are very happy together.

Well, you have been blessed,
haven't you?

Yes. We have.

We have been blessed.

Stop staring at my baby!
Get your own!

Yes.

Don't worry, Louisa.

We'll get your baby back.

Every man has a moment
where he becomes a hero.

I won't let you down.

Joe, please, you're giving me
a headache,

and it's not helping.

Just trying to reassure you.

Your baby will be okay.

And how do you know that?

Because of the one thing a
policeman can always rely on...

His instinct.

Isn't that right?

Much as I'd love
to agree with you

and say that the child is safe,

the truth is none of us knows
what psychological state

Mrs. Tishell is in
and what she's capable of,

especially if she's put
in a situation

where she feels threatened.

She has newspaper cuttings
about me

pinned up inside her wardrobe.

You mean like
some sort of shrine?

- Yes.
- You've got to be joking.

Women, eh?

It's understandable
to be worried, Louisa.

If you need to cry
or eat something...

I'm not gonna waste my energy
getting wound up.

We're gonna find her.
We're gonna get our baby back.

Tishell.
T-i-s-h-e-double l.

- She has our baby.
- Wears a medical neck brace.

-She's carrying a baby.

-Clearly well past
childbearing age.

-She may be acting erratically.

Um, I've not seen
anyone like that.

Has anyone checked in
in the last hour with a baby?

Um, I'd need
to get permission...

No, you need to tell us

if anyone has checked in
with a baby... yes or no?

Uh, the duty manager's busy.
We got a wedding.

I am two seconds away

from charging you
with wasting police time.

- Joe, that's not helping.
- I'm doing my best here.

This is ridiculous.
Both of you, stop bullying him.

And, you, stop sniveling.

A child may be in danger.

So, grow a backbone,
check that damn machine,

and tell us whether a woman has
checked in with a baby or not.

Right. Um...

Yeah. About an hour ago,
a Ms. Smith checked in,

requested a baby cot.

Room 117.

Ms. Smith... an alias
if ever I've heard one.

- Does she fit our description?
- I didn't check her in.

Give me the keys.

Uh, we're really not meant to.

Please.

Shh.

Mrs. Tishell?

Empty. Almost too empty.

Well, she must be somewhere else
in the hotel.

Where, though?
There's two restaurants here and

cellars and acres of grounds.

And she's obviously
not thinking rationally,

so she could be anywhere.

Oh, um, Ms. Smith was marked

as joining
the Edmondson party downstairs.

Well, why didn't you
say so before, you imbecile?

Please wait, sir.

Mrs. Tishell!

Police! Nobody move!

Where are you, Mrs. Tishell?

Or should I say, Ms. Smith?

Uh, uh, hello?

It's her!

Be calm, Martin.

-The last thing you want to do
is upset her.

-Yes, I know.

- Don't bark at her.
- I'm not going to.

Best I speak to her. I've had
training in this sort of thing.

Where are you?

Don't worry.
I'm waiting for you.

So clever of you

to send that lovely couple over
to tell me where to go.

I'm here. I'm in the hotel.

Come down to reception
with the baby now.

Hotel?

Oh! Oh, Dr. Ellingham.

Oh, you're playing games
with me, aren't you?

Ooh! I'll see you soon.

Just tell me where you are!

What did she say?
Did she mention the baby?

She's not here.

She said something
about me sending a couple

to show her where to go.

- A couple of what?
- A couple. People.

What people?

I don't know.
Stop asking inane questions.

- Doc?
- Be quiet.

I passed a couple before,
coming out of the chemist.

Could only have been 15 minutes
or so before Mrs. T disappeared.

Woman had a red, blotchy face.

Might be nothing, but...

Stubble rash!

Martin.

Shush.

I'm supposed to be in bude
by 3:00.

He should be back here
any minute.

Well, you told us that

15 minutes ago.

Yes?

Doc, you're about to have
a full-scale riot

on your hands here.

All right!
Take it down a notch.

Let me check.

Michael and Mallory Wilson,

renting that holiday place
up at, uh, carmore point...

Pentire castle.

James Henry.

Oh.

Oh, I could have sworn I...

Oh!

Oh.

Ooh!

Doctor wouldn't be happy

if I lost our child, now,
would he, now?

No, he wouldn't.

No, he wouldn't.

No, he wouldn't.

There you go, you little monkey.

I think it best
that you stay here.

I'm police. I have to be there.
Maybe you should wait.

I actually have experience
of this kind of thing.

Pendoggett, village fete, 2003,
ring any bells?

Of course it doesn't.

Pig of the year contest...
Turned nasty till I stepped in.

Oh, how wonderfully reassuring.

I may have to get a little harsh
with Mrs. Tishell.

Hostage situations
are like that.

To be honest, Joe,
I'd rather you just kept quiet.

Or maybe softly-softly.

"Trust me, Mrs. T.
I'm on your side."

You do realize we're dealing
with a highly volatile person.

There's no knowing
how she'll react.

You're not playing
in a Hollywood film.

You're not Clint Eastwood.

Of course I'm not.

Just you wait, little one.

Any minute now,
knock, knock, knock,

and my Romeo will have come.

It is the east,

and Juliet is the sun.

Doc!

You can't just barge in.

If she gets a hint
that something's amiss,

you could endanger the child.

Do you expect that I'm going to
knock and politely wait?

She's right. You have to stay
calm for James henry's sake.

Mrs. Tishell!

Martin!

I said don't alarm her.
She's not herself.

Yes, thank you.
I'm very well aware of that.

If you're aware of that,
then why bang on the door

like a madman?

And you both arguing about it

is going to take us
so much farther.

Mrs. Tishell? Hello?

Doctor?!

Doctor!

Oh, you came all this way alone.

I knew you would.

Just bring the baby
down here now!

Oh, you almost sound angry.

Martin!

Let her think
you're happy to be here.

No!

Delusions are only reinforced

by pretending
that you think they're real.

I don't care about her problems.
I just want my baby back.

Why don't you just come down
here, and we can talk about it?

I don't want to get hurt.

Nobody is going to hurt you,
Mrs. Tishell.

Bring the baby downstairs...

The first day you came to town,

everything changed,
Dr. Ellingham.

Yes, I realize that,
Mrs. Tishell.

I mean, i-I've been waiting
for you so long,

you know,
while you've been running around

with that schoolteacher trollop.

One moment you're together,
then you're not.

Then you're getting married,
then you're not.

And then she's gone
but then she comes back

and then you're going
but you don't

and then you have a baby
and you're living together

and then you're not

and then you're going away again
and then you come back here!

And i-i-i
can't stand it anymore!

Mrs. Tishell, you have been
taking a combination

of paroxetine and modafinil,

and as a result, you're having
a psychotic episode.

No!
It's allowed me to feel free!

To be smarter.

You know, i-i-I've never seen
anything so clearly.

I see everything... my hopes,
my dreams, our future.

Oh, my god!

You called the police!

No, I didn't.

Yes.

Well, then, why is P.C. Penhale
standing there, then?

No. No, no, no.

No, this won't do.
No, this is wrong.

Oh!

You lied to me!

No, I didn't.

I-I-I wanted him here, uh,
because I'm...

What?

Because...

"Share our wonderful love."

No, let her know that
you're concerned about her,

that she might need help.

- Let her know you care.
- And that you love her.

That won't help.

I wanted P.C. Penhale here

because I wanted to share
our wonderful love.

What, you mean
you want everyone to know?

What, how you feel about me?

Yes, that.

Really, Dr. Ellingham?

Yes, really.

I always thought you saw me
as an intelligent person.

I do.

As an intellectual equal.

Absolutely.

Then why are
you telling me all these lies?

I'm not.

If you wanted to tell me
how you felt,

why have you waited so long?

You've had so many chances,

so, so many chances.

Tell her to come down
so that you can talk about it.

No! No!

You need to convince her
that you really do care.

Why, doctor?!

Louisa, you know nothing
about psychology.

Shush! Tell her that you know
you're a difficult person.

What?

Tell her
you're a difficult person.

Say it.

I'm a difficult person!

And I waited so long
because I'm...

An idiot.

I think I've known how I've felt

since the first time
I... I met you,

from the first time I saw you.

And I know
I'm hard to talk to sometimes.

I'm aware of that.

And I do hate portwenn.

I hate the people,

their pinched faces
and their ridiculous accents

and their unerring knack
of catching any virus

that comes
within a 5-mile radius!

They spread contagion
like a bush fire!

But it's where I want to be.

Because you're here.
Because of you.

'Cause if I'm with you,
nothing else matters.

What I'm trying to say is
I love you.

Oh, Martin!

I love you, too.

Why don't you come down here
and be with me?

Give me one last chance.

Please.

That poor, deranged woman

will probably throw herself
out of the window now

as an expression of her love.

No, I think she's coming down.

Oh!

Oh! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

Mmm!

Oh. Oh.

Oh, this is... oh...

Why is she here?

Because you took my baby.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, you're meant to be with me.

This isn't
how the fairy tale ends.

It's the handsome prince
and the... the, um...

The married pharmacist
who needs to come with me

because she's suffered
a psychotic episode,

brought on by excessive dosage
of prescription drugs.

Doctor?

Mrs. Tishell, you must go
with this Dr. Ellingham,

who will give the antipsychotic
medication that you need

to counteract the effects
of the drugs you've been taking.

I don't think you understand
what love is.

- What?
- Don't worry.

Just a bit of a tumble.

I'll be okay... Probably.

Mrs. Tishell, I'm arresting you
for kidnapping a minor.

- What?
- No, you're not. She's ill.

She needs help.

I don't know why I bother

getting these bloody things
out the drawer.

Help me to get her to the car.

I called her husband.
He's on his way.

Clive?!

Don't worry.
You'll see him soon.

No. Dr. Ellingham!

I'll wait for you.

Does he seem all right?

I think he's fine.

He seems fine.

Did you mean what you said
about staying here,

or was that all just for...

No, I meant it. All of it.

I've waited so long
to hear you say nice things.

And I'd given up.

I'd completely given up.

And then to hear you say them
today... To someone else...

- It doesn't matter.
- No, it does to me.

No, I mean... Everything.

What school James goes to,
London...

None of it matters to me.

I'm not going to be
like my father,

and he's not gonna be like me.

And I do love you.

Say it again.

I think
I've already said it twice.

I know, but say it again,
anyway.

- I will always...
- sorry, guys.

I must have dropped
my police radio

when I jumped from the balcony,
and, well,

they make you pay for them
if you lose them.

So, uh, you carry on.

Mm.