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Everything all right?

I couldn't sleep either.

So I see.
What are you doing?

I'm just worried
she could do it again.

What do you mean?

Mrs. Tishell. Just found
a very similar case here.

That's not a reliable source
of information, is it?

Well, it's a case study
from a medical journal.

This woman stole a baby because
she was in love with a man,

and pretended it was theirs
to trap him.

Was it the second time
she'd done it?

No.

Mrs. Tishell has completed
an entire course of treatment.

She has neither reason
nor desire to do it again.

But she's obsessed with you,
Martin,

and she's coming back tomorrow.

She wasobsessed with me.

How do you know
she's still not?

This was an isolated psychosis
caused by mixing medication.

It won't happen again.

They simply wouldn't discharge
her if she weren't well.

Well, she's always been odd.

Yes, she has.

It's late.
Everything seems worse.

Why don't you come to bed?

Yeah.
I'll be up in a minute.

[ Up-tempo dance music playing]

[ Yawns ]

Morning.

You were late last night.
Anything you want to confess?

I wish.
We had a party in from Delabole.

Didn't think
they were ever gonna leave.

-You need a social life.
-I'm working on it.

Oh.

There's a fresh loaf
if you want some toast.

See ya!

See ya.

Wilderness-training log.

Tuesday the 11th.

0830.

Heading to drop-off point.

My backup
is handling logistics.

Task in hand --

to make my way back to
base camp, Portwenn, unassisted.

What's with the camera, anyway?
Nobody's gonna be watching.

It's a learning aid.

The selection course
is in a few days.

Bin day was yesterday.

Oh, bugger!

I was just on my way to school,

and I thought I'd sort of --
bit of a...

Yeah.

Well, I'd ask you in
for a cup of tea,

but neither of us
have time for that.

So come on --
Out with it.

Mrs. Tishell's coming back.

I know.
It's all 'round the village.

So I was doing
some research last night

about women who steal babies.

Not the happiest
of bedtime reading.

No.

Martin says
it won't happen again,

but how do we know for sure?

How do we know
she still isn't...

Mrs. Tishell isn't under
my supervision,

so I can't comment.

But anyone in psychiatric care
would be thoroughly evaluated

before being allowed
back into society.

Mm.

How does Martin feel about it?

Well, he didn't sleep
last night.

But I don't think it's got
anything to do with her.

I just don't trust her, Ruth.

Perhaps I could drop in on her
this afternoon

and see how she is.

Would you?
Oh, thanks, Ruth.

Go on, now.
You'll be late for school.

Yeah.

Bye.

Make it quick, boy.
I've not got all day.

You're a good man, Bert Large.

It don't run on fresh air.

Oh. Right. Sorry.

It's just I've only got a fiver
with me for emergencies.

That'll do.

Right.

See you tomorrow night
at the Crab.

Drinks are on me.

You can count on me being there.
I'm not so sure about you.

Living off my wits
is nothing new, Bert.

Your wits'll last you that long,
will they?

Only the best and bravest
are chosen

for the High Potential
Development Scheme.

I plan to be one of them.

If you say so, boy.

Call me if you need me.

Negative.

Survival experts
don't need mobile phones.

Just their intelligence.

It's just you and me, Buddy.

You, me,
and the wild blue yonder.

Right.

Let's go.

Buddy?

Here, boy!

Buddy!

[ Sighs ]

[ Man coughing ]

DOC MARTIN:
Handkerchief!

In you go.

Might need a minute, Doc.
Stood on some glass.

[ Chuckling ]

Are you gonna put that thing
down and do some work today,

or is this some holiday
that I'm not aware of?

Sorry.

And you've been giggling like
a schoolgirl the whole time.

Go on, then.
What's her name?

Nefertari.

Neferfatarti?

No. Nefertari.

I think I put a tenner
on a horse with the same name

in the Grand National.

It's not her real name, is it?

Well, what is it, then?

Well, I don't know.
That's what's cool about it.

I met her on a dating website --
Cornish Couples.

You use usernames
instead of your real ones.

What did you call yourself,
then?

Colin.

Colin!

Do you actually know
what she looks like?

No.

But, like I said,
it's anonymous.

It keeps it,
you know, interesting.

Oh, right.

Yeah.

Well, if Colin is finished
talking to a woman

whose face and name
he doesn't know,

then perhaps he might like
to finish laying the tables.

Ow!
Careful, Doc.

How did you do it?

Glass dancing.

It's all the rage now.

No. Beachcombing.

Oh.

Beachcomber Baubles.

I make jewelry
from whatever I can find.

It's not everyone's taste,

but the tourists
seem to like it, mostly.

Here.
You got a wife.

How's about it, eh?

Got to be worth
a couple of quid.

It's detritus.

I'll put that
on the sales literature --

"'It's detritus.'
Doc Martin, Portwenn."

Your ankles are puffy. Do you
eat a lot of salt in your diet?

Not really.

Do you eat takeaway food
or microwave meals?

Sometimes. My daughter Annie
works in the chippy.

You should cut the salt and
saturated fats from your diet,

and try to elevate your feet
at least 15 minutes every day.

When did you last have
a tetanus injection?

Oh, years ago.

I'll give you a booster.
The wound's not deep.

Get some more dressings
from the chemist

and change it
every time you bathe.

Important thing
is to keep the pressure off it

as much as possible.

Yeah,
I can't take a break, Doc.

Big craft fair this weekend.

If I miss it, I'll have to
sell one of my kids.

You should
stay out of the sun, too.

Your skin's had far too much
exposure to ultraviolet rays.

Shoulder.

Wilderness-training log.

Tuesday the 11th.

1120.

First rule of survival --

-Kill or --
-[ Bird screeching ]

Kill or be killed.

To survive in the wild,
man must become hunter.

Right.

Let's do it.

I can't do it.

[ Sighs ]

Damn.

[ Sighs ]

[ Gunshot ]

Aaaah!

Oh.
Thank you.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Hey.
Just a sec.

[ Beeping ]

[ Exhales slowly ]

She's agreed to meet me.
Tonight.

-Nosferatu?
-Nefertari.

It's a bad idea.

It's my night off.
It's only over in Wadebridge.

Yeah, but searching for love
on the Internet,

I mean, that's for losers.

It's been ages
since I've been out with anyone.

I mean...

I don't want to end up
sitting on my tod

in front of the TV every night.

No offense, Dad.

Nothing wrong with relaxing
after a hard day's work.

No.

You know what?
You're right.

I mean, sometimes you just
got to go for it, eh?

Carpe diem and all that.
Here.

Thanks.

Yeah. But...

Hey. Dad?

-Uh --
-[ Cellphone beeping ]

Wilderness-training log.

Tuesday the 11th.

1200 hours.

Second rule of survival --

Always expect the unexpected.

Third rule of survival...

Adapt, improvise, and overcome.

[ Groaning ]

Uh...

[ Young women laughing ]

-Oh!
-Oh!

-Watch your babies, girls.
-Pill popper.

-Nutter.
-Bodmin!

I know your mothers!

-Ooh!
-Ooh!

[ Laughter ]

-There you go.
-Thanks, Miss Cardew.

Just "Jenny" is fine.

Oh!

Hello, Mrs. Tishell.

Megan.

Oh, the powers that be

phoned to say that you'd be
arriving back today.

I keep the lotions
in the window.

The people like to see them.

I'm, um, Jenny Cardew,
and I've been holding the fort.

-Welcome back.
-Why is it so hot in here?

Oh, I must admit,

I did nudge the thermostat up
a couple of notches.

I prefer to wear a cardigan.

All, um, better, then?

Well, you're running low
on vitamin B, I see.

Yes, thank you.
All fine.

And now I'm gonna
get back to work.

That's great.
But don't overdo it, eh?

Why not let me take the weight
till you're back in the swing?

Oh, the lotions got the direct
sun in the morning there,

so that's why I thought
they might be better there.

If you say so.

And how long
are you planning to stay?

I'm not really sure.
Until I hear otherwise.

-Can I help you?
-Can I help you?

Hello, Sal!
Welcome home.

Yes, thank you.

She hasn't even unpacked yet,
and she's already back at work.

So how can I be
of service to you, Bert?

Well, actually,
if you don't mind, Sally...

I'm sorry?

Well, I have
a personal matter

I wish to discuss
with Jenny here.

Excuse me, then,
I'm sure, Jennifer.

Or should I say "Jenny."

Sounds intriguing.

Well, I suppose it could be,

but I wouldn't want you
to get your hopes up, either.

Well, spit it out, then.

Well, I was wondering
if you would consider --

Well, the thing is,
we're not getting any younger.

Not that you're old.

Yes?

Will you go out and have a date
with me tomorrow?

Yes.

Right.

Okay. Mm!

Right.

Wilderness-training log.

Tuesday the 11th.

1600 hours.

Not too long
till nightfall now.

Have located suitable place
for bedding down

and have erected my shelter.

[ Wind whistling ]

No!

[ Groaning ]

No! [ Groans ]

Mrs. Tishell.

Oh, well, yes.

-Hello.
-On your own?

Miss Cardew's just popped out
to the postbox,

and apparently I'm not allowed
to serve you unsupervised.

Well, it's good
to see you back.

I trust your convalescence
was a success.

Yes. Thank you.

And you're feeling well
in yourself?

I'm fine, thank you.
Again.

Ah.
Cognitive behavioral therapy.

Oh, yes. I use it to control...
negative thoughts.

Are you finding it effective?

I think so, yes.

It's a gradual process.
It takes time.

The therapists at the home
were wonderful.

Did you try
any other techniques?

Guided discovery
and validity testing,

and I kept a thought diary,

which was nice.

And you're quite comfortable
being back?

Well, although it would be good
not to have the watchdog.

Speak of the devil.

Oh! Hello, Dr. Ellingham.
Anything I can help with?

No, thank you.

I just came in
to see Mrs. Tishell.

Right.
That's me off.

Good luck, "Colin."

-[ Soft piano music playing ]
-[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Man laughs ]

Evening, sir.
What can I get you?

Uh, pint -- lager.

Al?
What are you doing here?

Uh, meeting someone.

Didn't know
you were out tonight.

No.
It's a last-minute thing.

Oh. Mm.

I'd ask you to join me,
but it's a bit...

Yeah. Yeah, no problem.
Same here.

[ Beeping ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

You have got to be kidding me.

No.

-Nefertari?
-Colin?

Unbelievable.

You're Colin?

I thought
that was his real name.

No one chooses Colin
as a username.

You said you were
an entrepreneur.

You said you were a doctor.

I said I was
a medical professional.

You're a receptionist!

Well, you feed sheep
and tidy up after your dad.

Oh, so you wouldn't be
interested unless, what,

I had a fancy job?

That's a bit shallow,
isn't it?

Attracted to the job?

Why did you
lie about it, then, eh?

That's a good point.
Yeah.

And, no, Nefertari didn't agree
to meet Colin

because he was an entrepreneur
or whatever.

He actually seemed quite witty
and charming in his messages.

Not in real life?

No, 'cause in real life
he's Al.

Oh.

Well, it doesn't mean anything,
does it?

No.

Not like you knew it was me
or I knew it was you.

-Yeah, exactly.
-It's a computer glitch.

This is what happens
when you trust robots.

Mm!

It probably knew you had a thing
for doctors' receptionists.

I don't have a thing for...

We should
demand our money back.

Mm!

Except Cornish Couples
is free.

Mm!
Not surprising, is it?

-So I'll see you at home, then.
-Yeah. See you.

-Mm.
-Colin.

[ Door closes ]

[ Footsteps ]

Morning.

-Sleep all right?
-Perfect.

-You sleep okay?
-Always do, yeah.

Tea's in the pot.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Morning, Doc!

Yes.

Hey, cheeky man.

Hey? [ Laughs ]

I passed Louisa
on her way to work.

You look a little tired.
You sleep okay?

Fine. Yes.

I used to try counting sheep
to get to sleep.

You know, the classic.

Except I'd have to count them
into multiples of 13.

26, 39, 52, 65.

I'd get on to 2,041

before I realized
it wasn't helping at all.

How long have you had OCD?

Oh, my whole life, I think.

See, that's why I thought
the army would suit me.

The attention to detail.

And I had the best-turned-out
locker in my unit.

But that...

That didn't work out
as planned, so...

My first girlfriend left me
because she couldn't handle it.

And I said to her,

"Make sure you close the door
five times on your way out."

You're not a fan of jokes,
are you?

I didn't know it was a joke.

Hello.

Hello.

You're back, then.

Yes, thank you.

How have you been?

Well. Yourself?

-Good!
-Good.

You better?

Yes, thank you.

I'm fine.

Louisa, I am aware
of what I did,

and I take full responsibility
for my actions.

-What, you mean taking my child?
-Yes, I do.

And I apologize.

And what about your issues
with my husband?

With your...

We're married.

Well, I hope that you and...

My husband.

...Dr. Ellingham
can find it in your hearts

to forgive me.

[ Band snaps ]

-Why do you keep doing that?
-I don't.

How is little James?

He must have grown.

Yes. He's got a nanny.
A minder, really.

A man.
He's ex-army.

That's nice.

Are you gonna apologize
to Martin?

Yes.

And then we can
draw a line under it

and start afresh
as if nothing had ever happened?

Yeah.
I'm gonna be late.

[ Engine revving ]

Hello?!

[ Groans ]

Hello!

Hello!

I need some dressings
for my foot,

and the doc said
I could get them from here.

Right.

Here we go.

Thank you.

And I don't suppose
you've got any pick-me-ups.

I've been trying to
get my gears going,

but I just feel knackered
all the time.

Let me see.
What about something natural?

-Ooh.
-This might do the trick.

Give you a bit of a boost.

Some would say you'd be
better off seeing the doctor

for medical advice.

Well, the Chinese
have sworn by

the proven effects
of ginkgo biloba

for thousands of years.

I didn't realize
you'd been alive that long.

What are the dressings for?

Uh, broken glass.
Beach. [ Chuckles ]

-Ooh.
-Oh.

And old Lorna here
not looking where she was going.

Mm. Well, your ankles
are very puffy.

Yeah, the doc said that too.
And they do seem worse today.

Well, in my opinion the cut
could have become infected.

You'd better go back
and see the doctor again.

Or you could leave it,

and the infection could spread
with the blood flow

to the other parts of your body.

Up to you.

Up to what?

Lungs. Heart.

No. No.
I'll go back and see the doc.

Good thing I was here, then,
wasn't it, mm?

So how was it, then?

Do I hear wedding bells
in the distance?

It was, um...

It was good, yeah.

So are you gonna
take her out again, then?

-Don't think so.
-Oh, right.

So she wasn't exactly
the Mona Lisa, then?

No.
She was nice. She was lovely.

But she didn't like you?

No.
She liked me fine.

But there were no sparks?
Conversation were a bit stilted?

No.
We got on all right.

Well [Chuckles] if she was
lovely and she liked you,

and you both got on together,
why aren't you seeing her again?

You know, a private life
is meant to remain private.

Hence the phrase.

Couldn't shut up about her
yesterday, though, could you?

[ Chuckles ]

LORNA:
Can you tell?

Must get a bit of an eye for it,

being able to work out
which ones are the malingerers,

the worriers,
and those who are properly ill.

I think maybe I'm not

the best judge of character,
to be honest.

-[ Door opens ]
-DOC MARTIN: Next patient.

-That's you.
-[ Door closes ]

I know, love.

Hello, Doc.

Sorry.
It's my foot again.

Uh, Mrs. Tishell thinks
that my ankle is swelling

'cause the cut is infected.

She said it could spread.

She's wrong.
The cut's not infected.

But your ankles are bigger.

Have you had any other symptoms
since you last came to see me?

I asked you a question.

Well, I've sort of had
aches and pains in my joints.

But I always have those.

And I'm always tired,

even when I get
my eight hours sleep.

I just figured
it was an age thing, you know?

Why didn't you mention this
the last time you were here?

I don't know.

Summer's my busy season!

At least it's meant to be.

I got bills to pay
and debts to cover, and --

[ Sighs ]
And no one likes bad news, Doc.

Fear of a diagnosis never
changed an underlying problem.

My mum suffered from arthritis.

But she was much older.

Nearly crippled her in the end.
I've seen what it can be like.

-Which joints hurt the most?
-My wrists and my elbows.

Mm.

The swelling in your ankles

isn't the sort we usually find
with arthritis.

It could be a symptom
of liver disease

or cardiac inefficiencies.

Oh!
Oh, no, no, Doc, you go ahead.

Don't you sugarcoat it
or anything.

I'll do a blood test.

That should indicate
if there are

any liver or cardiac problems,

and it will also show up
any inflammatory markers

for arthritis.

How quickly will you know?

I should have results
by tomorrow.

[ Grunting ]

-Stop! Stop!
-[ Horn blares ]

[ Door opens ]

Is Dr. Ellingham free?

-Do you have an appointment?
-That wasn't my question.

-You can't just go in there.
-Is he with someone?

-No.
-Good!

Hello, Doctor.

It's not my fault.

-You don't have an appointment.
-I just need five mins.

I saw Louisa earlier
and wanted to see you too.

-Why?
-[ Snaps ]

To clear the air.

-Is that really necessary?
-Yes.

Well...

-How have you been?
-Fine.

As am I.

The doctors said
the best thing

would be to have everything
go back to normal,

so that's what I'm doing.

Good.

What do you want?

[ Snapping ]

You being held
in such high esteem,

I thought perhaps you could ring
the pharmacy regulator.

If you could tell them
there's no need for Miss Cardew.

I'm fine
running the place on my own.

I'm a GP, not a psychiatrist.

And even if I were,

it wouldn't be appropriate
for me to intervene.

Considering we've been friends
for such a long time.

If you could just consider --
consider just...

I suggest you follow
their requirements,

keep working with Miss Cardew

until such time
as the regulator decides

that you're fit enough
to work unsupervised.

I understand.

Thank you.

Oh, and by the way, Doctor,
congratulations on your wedding.

Good boy.
Oh, you are a good boy.

No! No, no, no, no!
Get out!

Get out!

[ Groans ]

Disgusting!

-Martin?
-Yes?

I just wanted a word.

Louisa mentioned
you hadn't been sleeping.

It came out in a roundabout way
during a conversation.

Ah, yes.
I'm sure it did.

And you did mention
at my birthday lunch

that you thought your
blood phobia might be returning.

Yes?

Well, it could be that
that's affecting your sleep.

I'm going to London
in a few days.

I've got someone there.
He's very good.

I could make you
an introduction.

Oh, Ruth, hello.

Oh, I just thought
I'd drop by

to give you an update
on Mrs. Tishell.

In my opinion, she's doing
as well as can be expected.

Yes.
Yes, I saw her as well.

-She was just here.
-What did she say?

Uh, she wasn't very happy.

I refused to telephone

the pharmacy regulator
on her behalf.

You were right not to
get involved with that.

How did you find her?

I think she was
trying to be nice,

but obviously
still a fruitcake.

Whenever I mentioned Martin,

she'd ping an elastic band
on her wrist.

That's a tool used in
cognitive behavioral therapy.

It helps her to avoid
negative thoughts.

What sort of negative thoughts?
What, about me or Martin?

That's between her
and her therapist.

Right.
So she's still not better.

Why do you say that?

If she were cured, she wouldn't
still be using the elastic band.

It'll take her some time
to get back to normal.

Fine. But I'm gonna be keeping
a very close eye on her.

I really don't think you have
anything to worry about.

Mm.
Well, let's hope not.

[ Sighs ]

Well, I'll be off.

Yes.

RUTH: Bye. Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

So who does Ruth
want to introduce you to?

Um, she wants me to see
a psychiatrist.

Why?

She thinks there might be
a link between my insomnia

and the return
of my blood sensitivity.

I see.

Well, when did it come back?

Um, a while ago.

Why didn't you talk to me?

I don't know.

Oh.

I didn't want to worry you.

I'm your wife.

Doc, I know we're closed,
but it's Joe Penhale.

He's in a bad way.

Um, could you wash the fruit?
There was a dog on the table.

[ Sighs ]

Get on the examination table.

I take it
there's an explanation?

I think I might have
shot myself a bit.

Where?

Don't know.
Somewhere on the moor.

-Where are you shot?
-Oh.

In the foot.

Do what you have to do, Doctor.
I can take it.

Aah!

Oh.

Steady.

[ Groans ]

What on earth is that?

Moss.

You've put it
on an open wound.

My survival book said

you can use moss
as an emergency field dressing.

This is sphagnum moss.
It harbors sporotrichosis.

So I shouldn't have used it,
then?

Not in its natural state, no!

It needs to be dried
and sterilized.

You just put it raw
on an open wound.

You've introduced fungal spores
into your blood system.

I'll give you a course
of antifungals,

and I'll clean up the wound.

Gloves.

Any chance
I might be back in action soon?

Well, you'll need to rest it.

The thing is,

I'm doing the High Potential
Development Selection course

in a few days.

No, you're not.

-Positive?
-Yes.

Right.

My granddad gave me that book.

Said it might help
save my life one day.

Did he also say how it one day

might lead you
to poison yourself?

No.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Morning, Lorna!
Lovely day for it, eh?

Lorna?

-[ Knock on door ]
-What is it?

Lorna Gillett's collapsed
down on the beach.

Sounds serious.

Did her blood-test results
come back yet?

Yeah.
They e-mailed them through.

Go wait in reception.

I'll take that out
when I get back.

Sorry about this.

Went down like
a sack of potatoes, Doc.

Any chest pain?
Breathlessness?

I feel fine.
It's just one of my spells.

One of your spells?
This has happened before?

No.

Did you rest
like I told you to?

Like I said,
summer's my busy season.

I've been taking
these Chinese stuff

and iron tablets.

You know, to help me get by.

That's incredibly stupid
of you.

Your blood-test results show
that you have hemochromatosis.

Your ferritin levels
are through the roof.

Oh, my God.

What exactly does that mean?

It means that your body has
a massive amount of iron in it,

which has burnished your skin,

probably accounts for
your irregular heartbeat,

and accumulated in your joints.

I can't believe
you took iron tablets.

So I don't have arthritis,
then?

No.
It's a treatable condition.

It should clear up
in a couple of months.

Oh, Doc!
That is wonderful.

I could hug you.

No!

Help me get her to the surgery.
I'll get my bag.

Thought you'd be at work.

Oh.

Just popped back for this.

Going somewhere?

Yeah.

I was gonna
leave you a note.

Oh.

Yeah.

You want to move out.

It's awkward, innit?

I mean, before it was a laugh,
and now...well.

Probably for the best, eh?

Yeah.
I'm a terrible housemate.

You'll be glad
to see the back of me.

You've got somewhere to go,
though?

Oh, of course.
Yeah, yeah.

It's not like I'm just gonna
wander the streets aimlessly.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Clears throat ]
Right.

Well, see ya.

Thank you.

My "ferret" level?

Ferritin.

It's a measure of
the level of iron in your blood.

And 2,000's high?

You could've set off
a metal detector.

Anything over 400 is high.

-So how did I get it, then?
-It's hereditary.

More common
in people of Celtic descent.

I am Cornish,
through and through.

Most typical
in postmenopausal women.

Everything all right?

Yes.

You need to give
a pint of blood once a week

for the first three weeks,

and then once a month

until your ferritin levels
are down to normal.

No, I mean,
everything all right with you?

You look a bit off.

Press down.
[ Clears throat ]

So how long till
I'm feeling better, then, Doc?

With rest, a week.

Oh.

I suppose I could ask my Annie
to cover the craft fair for me.

What you doing with that?

It's clinical waste.

You might feel
a little lightheaded,

so stay in reception
for 15 minutes.

Ask Morwenna to make you
a cup of sweet tea.

So see you next week, Doc.

Yes.

You know what?

I think I'm gonna make you
a special pair of cufflinks

as my little thank-you.

Thank you.

[ Retches, coughs ]

BERT: In Italy,
you dunk a little of that,

then you have a go like that.

[ Laughs ]

Like that.
Or like that.

[ Laughter ]

BERT:
Let me have another go.

JENNIFER:
I've got a fly in there, now.

-BERT: [ Laughs ]
-I've got a fly.

[ Laughter ]

You want some company?

What's happened to you?

Run-in with Mother Nature.

Won't be doing my course
this year.

-Always next year.
-Ah. Yeah.

What's another 12 months, eh?

[ Both chuckle ]

What you doing out here?

Got nowhere to stay.

What about Morwenna's?

Don't go there.

There's always your dad's.

I can't just keep
going back home.

Oh.

You ever wonder
where it all went wrong?

AL: Hmm.

I got a spare room.

Have you?

Well, you could stay there.

Nah, but, you know,
I'll, um --

I'll sort something out.

Well, think of it.

Could be fun,
you and me living together.

Portwenn's two
most eligible bachelors

sharing life's ups and downs.

Well, could be worse.

-Yeah?
-Well, it's that or the beach.

I don't have a lot of choice.

That's the spirit.

Come on.

I'd give you a hand
with your bags, but...

Uh, yeah.

Come on.

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