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Oh.

JAMES HENRY: [ Babbling ]

Oh, you're looking gorgeous
today, aren't you?

Yes.

DOC MARTIN:
How did you sleep?

Oh, didn't, really.

-Sorry. After you.
-No.

No, no.

Neither one of us
is sleeping too well these days.

I wake up in the middle
of the night, you're not there.

I can't find my tie.
A blue one.

Most of your ties are blue.

No, they're not.
Some of them are red.

Well, have a look
in the wardrobe.

After you get up, I lie awake
for hours listening to you.

Well, I'm sorry.
I try not to make a noise.

I know
you don't make any noise.

That's why I can't sleep.
It's unsettling.

Oh, right,
so my silence is unsettling?

Yes.

Oh.
Here it is.

Oh.
Thank you.

But if I do make a noise,
then that'll wake you up.

That's right.

[ Sighs ]

Wakey, wakey, matey.

Oh!

Oh, no, thanks.

Places to go, things to do,
people to caution.

For you, maybe.

All I've got to do
is fix Ruth's broadband

and help Dad at the restaurant.

Not exactly a red letter day,
is it?

Come on. You got to
grab life by the throat.

Yeah.
Maybe this afternoon, eh?

Al Large, you are a winner.

You can't be wasting your life
lying in bed.

-Yes, I can.
-But it's a beautiful day!

[ Yawns ]

Yeah.

Yeah, close the curtains,
will you?

Citalopram.

20 milligrams. 84 tablets.
Check.

I don't believe
that's necessary.

Estradiol.
Two milligrams. 84 tablets.

I've been a pharmacist
for 25 years,

and I've yet to make a mistake.

All present and correct.

-I don't know why she bothers.
-Isn't it because you --

-I'm better now!
-There you go, Molly.

-Thanks so very much.
-No, thank you.

Do you feel you handled that
professionally?

Yes, I do.
Yes.

What if another customer
had been present?

What's written
on the prescription form

stays on the prescription form.

You might as well have broadcast
it to the entire village --

"Molly Tain's depressed!"

That's hardly fair, now.

"And, by the way, she is going
through the menopause too."

Good morning, Louisa Ellingham.

Morning.

What can we do
for you today?

Can I be of service to you?

Well, I was wondering
if you had anything

that might help
with sleeping.

Is it for you?

Have you ever given
lavender oil a try?

Oh!

In fact quite a lot of people
take this now

instead of taking pills.

It's soothing,
and it's completely harmless.

I don't think Louisa
is interested

in alternative medicine.

So, what do you do with it?

Well, you can heat it up
in an oil burner.

If you don't mind
the fire risk.

Or put a couple of drops
on your pillow at night.

And ruin your bed linen.

And it's also supposed to
help with anxiety.

Oh, and it cures baldness,
as well!

Yeah.
Why don't we give it a go?

Oh.
Can't do any harm.

Just like that.

And then you just press...

MORWENNA:
That's like magic or something.

Not just a pretty face, then.

JAMES HENRY: [ Cooing ]

So...

-Well...
-Yeah?

Well, are you spoken for?
[ Chuckles ]

What?

Well, there's no
beefy boyfriend lurking,

ready to beat me up
if I took you out for a drink?

Uh, no.
Not really.

I mean, no, I don't.

Well, then,
would you like to go out?

With you?

'Fraid so.

-[ Door opens ]
-DOC MARTIN: Morwenna.

Hi.

Next patient.

Oh. Sorry.
Uh...

Malcolm Raynor.

God.

Well?

Sure.
Why not?

Right.

I'm sorry, Doc.

-But it's back.
-What is?

My suspected
pemphigus vulgaris.

It's a life-threatening rash.

Which you don't have.
Roll up your sleeve.

Pemphigus vulgaris is
a chronic blistering condition.

You had a slight rash
caused by an itchy jumper

which has now cleared up.

What? No.

If you look carefully,
you can just about make out --

Get out.

I've got quite a dry throat.

I think
I might be getting a cough.

-Do you actually have a cough?
-Beginnings of one. [ Coughs ]

Drink hot water
with honey and lemon.

If it hasn't cleared up
in a week, come back and see me.

It's always a week with you.

Aren't you gonna
examine me even?

Should a cough
actually materialize,

I'd be only too happy.

In the meantime,
please go away.

Next patient!

I've switched your ISP,

but you're
on the same DSL carrier.

So you should get
better download speeds now.

Well, I understood
about 50% of that,

So I'm going to take an educated
guess and say thank you.

No worries, Ruth.

Better than sitting around,
kicking my heels.

You seem
a bit off your stride today.

Well, I had a bad experience
this morning.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

I woke up at Joe Penhale's.

And there I was.

Nowhere.

Well, I can see how you might
find that a bit unsettling.

Mm.

I always thought
I'd be a successful

something or other.

[ Sighs ]

I don't know what that is,
but that is disgusting.

Oh, they're
crime-scene photographs.

I'm assessing the perpetrator
this week at Wormwood Scrubs.

You see? Everybody has
a more exciting life than I do.

I'm sick of waiting
for things to change, Ruth.

Then stop waiting.

-Yeah, but --
-And stop whining.

We're the authors of our lives.

You write the story,

and you have no one to blame
but yourself.

If you want to change your
circumstances, then change them.

Only you can do it.

-Right.
-Right.

Thanks, Ruth.

I'm gonna make some changes.

Good.

But perhaps not straightaway.

I need you to drive me to
the station tomorrow afternoon.

I mean, I do my best.

But I sometimes swear to God

she makes me feel
like screaming.

Ow!

Sorry.
Sorry, sorry.

I didn't say stop.

Here I'm the one
who's been on his feet

all evening in the restaurant.

I mean, normally it's
the hardworking man

who gets a massage.

Yeah, but that's what
I like about you, Bert.

You're different.

Now, don't let Sal
get to you.

She's had a bit
of a hard time of it recently.

Yeah.
I suppose so.

Let's do something
to take your mind off her.

Ooh.
What kind of something?

Well, I can think
of a couple of things.

-Oh, I bet you could.
-No, no, no.

What about this weekend, eh,

you and I go for a walk,
like the old days?

Fresh air.
Gorgeous views.

-Sounds nice.
-Mm.

Just what
the doctor ordered, eh?

Come on.
Back to work.

Oh.
Right, madam.

Oh!
You're good at this, Bert.

[ Sniffing ]

What's that smell?

[ Sniffs ]
I can't smell anything.

Is it perfume?
It smells like a cat.

Oh, and you thought
it was my perfume. Thanks.

Oh!

I put some lavender oil
on the pillow.

I thought
it might help you to sleep.

I see.

Well, maybe you could
give it a try.

You do know that lavender oil
in high concentration

can be cytotoxic?

Well, it's not
high in concentration.

And I brought
your magazine up for you.

I thought you could read
and fall asleep.

It can also be a stimulant.
I only used a tiny bit.

And I've got an eye mask, too,
so the light won't bother me.

I don't
really feel like reading.

Oh, just give it a try,
will you?

[ Sniffs ]

[ Sniffing ]

Oh, Martin, stop it!

-Sleep well.
-Good night.

Where are you going?

Uh, nowhere.
I was just, um, settling.

I could hardly breathe
last night.

Felt like someone
was sitting on --

Oh, stop talking. I'm trying
to listen to your lungs.

How can I listen with
you talking all the time?

[ Inhaling, exhaling slowly ]

Well?

You have crepitations
in both lungs.

-Crepitations?
-Crackling sounds.

Well, what does that mean?

It can mean
any number of things.

It says here
you do building work.

-That's right.
-What sort?

Well, you name it,
I've done it.

Brickie, demolition,
loft conversions.

Do you use insulation
in loft conversions?

Well, yeah.
Of course.

Got to keep the heat in
and the cold out, right?

Could you ever
have used asbestos

as insulation in the past?

I'm not sure.

Mike was in charge
of the project.

I'm going to send you
for a chest X-ray.

What?

-Why?
-You heard of asbestosis?

Yes.
Is it serious?

It can lead to cancer.

You should tell the man
you used to work for

that he needs to
get a checkup too.

Mike Early?
I can't. He's dead.

Lung cancer.

Take that with you
to the hospital tomorrow.

Oh, dear.
I'm sorry I'm a little bit late.

Don't be silly.
You're spot-on.

-Oh.
-How are you today?

Oh.
Well, I'm fine, thanks.

-And you?
-Very well.

Oh! [ Laughs ]

I've been thinking,

maybe I've been a little unfair
on you, Jennifer.

Oh, no.
Not in the least.

I understand you're
just doing your job.

Oh.

There you go.
I can't fault you for that.

Well, I always try
and give it my best,

wherever I am.

You certainly do.

And now you can give it your
best somewhere else, thanks.

My case has been reviewed
by the pharmacy regulator.

And I can now
practice again unsupervised.

MAN:
Morning, Malcolm.

-I'm dying.
-What, again?

No, I really am this time.

Sorry about that, mate.

-Pint?
-On the house?

[ Laughs ]
You're not dead yet.

So, what are
you doing back, then?

Oh! Well, she's been given
the all clear.

So I'm out of a job now.

Well, we won't have to wait

until the weekend
for our picnic.

I suppose I'd better
phone the agency

and see if they've got
something else for me.

Don't worry about that.
Think of this as a holiday, eh?

I reckon you deserve a break.
Don't you?

I mean, the problem is,

we all think
we got all this time.

Loads of the stuff!

"Oh, I'll do it later.
Maybe tomorrow."

And then you wake up one day,
and, you know,

might not be a tomorrow.

Might not be a later.

Just ask old Mike Early,
yeah?

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, that's right.
Live while you can.

'Cause you never know
what's gonna happen next.

All right, Malcolm.
Had a few complaints.

12:00's a bit early,
isn't it?

Would you like one, Joe?
They say they're bad for you.

But it don't matter now,
does it?

No. Because you're drunk
and disorderly.

And they're cheese and onion.
I'm not a fan.

Now, come on.

Got to have an X-ray, Joe.

Chest.
Could be all over.

Some folks say
the glass is half empty.

Others say it's half full.

I just say it's broken.

And I say you're coming
down the station to sober up.

Morwenna, what's this?

There's only two
MMR vaccinations.

I told you to contact
everyone on that list.

I did. The rest of them are
a bit scared to come in now.

Oh, for God's sake. Don't they
realize it's perfectly safe?

If they don't vaccinate
their children,

they run the risk
of catching a ghastly disease.

No. They're not scared
of the vaccination.

They're scared of you.

[ Groans ]

How long would it take
to get to Bristol?

Who cares?

It's the only place I can find
any sort of decent job.

-At least you're not dying.
-It's not a competition.

Just as well.
I'd have won.

-How are you feeling?
-Oh, God.

That was quite
the liquid lunch, Malcolm.

I think you need to hear
a few hard truths

about the perils
of the demon drink.

As long as I'm told
in a nice, quiet volume.

You're lucky I don't issue you
with a fixed penalty notice.

Doc says
I might have got asbestosis.

[ Coughing ]

Well, that's still no excuse
for disorderly conduct.

-You been working with asbestos?
-Ages ago.

I did this place.

[ Coughs ]

Yeah.
This is the stuff I put in.

[ Coughing ]

JOE: Can't I just
keep the door closed?

AL: No. No. You've got to
get it removed professionally.

It's nasty stuff, this.

MALCOLM:
It gets worse.

We must have done the lofts

in at least 10 houses
in this village.

[ Coughing ]

You'll be fine.

Injection.

He's a brave lad,
my Harry,

but, you know, not a big fan
of getting jabbed.

God, yeah.
I hate it.

I remember this one time, right,
there was this nurse,

and she couldn't find a vein,

so she just kept stabbing me
with the needle.

Over and over and over.

-Next patient!
-In you go.

Hurry up!

-[ Stapler clicking ]
-[ Indistinct conversations ]

Ooh!

That's a big tool
you got there, Constable.

[ Laughter ]

It's not mine, actually.
I borrowed it.

-[ Laughter ]
-Oh.

I see what you did there.

-[ Stapler clicks ]
-Oh!

[ Laughter ]

Why is he shaking?

Bit scared
of the old needle, Doc.

DOC MARTIN:
This is an MMR vaccination.

It helps protect you against
highly infectious diseases.

Now, what do you want,

a short, sharp pain
in your arm now,

or the possibility of measles
and mumps down the line?

Mm? Maybe pneumonia and
seizures, if you're extra lucky.

Also the doctor gives out
lollipops to brave little boys.

No, I don't.

[ Gasps ]

[ Knock on door ]

There's an emergency
in the village.

Right. I'll get my bag.
We're finished.

AL: I've been looking, and there
are no jobs around here.

So I'm gonna have to
make one for myself, right?

-Good.
-Yeah.

I was thinking
electric shuttle bus

for the hill to the village.

-Go on.
-Well, it's steep, isn't it?

And you get all these, um,
tourists everywhere, right?

-Correct on both counts.
-Ferry them up and down.

Give a little description
of all the historical places

and charge them what I want.

-Right.
-Yeah.

Have you worked out the costs?

Vehicle, insurance,
maintenance?

Have you got a business plan?

Can you cover the costs
with the summer trade?

Because in the winter,
this place is a ghost town.

No, you're right.

You haven't really
thought this through, have you?

No.

Come on.
I don't want to be late.

-[ Laughter ]
-Smile for the camera.

That's a good one.
That's a good one.

-That's a good one.
-[ Laughter ]

-Loser!
-What's the emergency?

Well, it's not really
an emergency, Doc.

WOMAN: He stapled his hand
to the pole.

JOE: I didn't know
whether to pull it out.

I know when you get
a fencepost stuck in you,

the medical procedure
is to leave it in.

-So, what are you gonna do?
-Pull it out.

Okay.
That's a plan.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

DOC MARTIN: Right.

All right, hold still.

Haven't really
got much choice, have I, Doc?

[ Groans ]

Uh!

Ohh.

Oh.
That's quite deep, Doc.

[ Retches ]

-[ Crowd gasps ]
-MAN: Bleedin' hell, Doc!

Sorry.

That's all right.

That was quite a good shot,
as it goes.

Got both my shoes
and my trousers.

That's something.

Come to the surgery.

-Louisa, how's the doc?
-Fine, thanks.

Well, I suppose he's used to it,
isn't he?

Used to what?

Out like a light.
He's a great little sleeper.

Well, it's all over
the village.

What is?

That you threw up
on Joe Penhale.

Right. Yes.
[ Clears throat ] Right.

Your blood phobia's
not getting any better, is it?

No. Not yet.

Will you phone
that psychiatrist now?

You've really got to
talk to someone.

Why do you think
it's getting worse?

Is it the house?

Is it too small for us?

Do you need more space?

Uh, no.
I don't think so.

I don't know.

-Well, is it me, then?
-No, of course not.

Well, you don't sound like
you're very sure.

-I am.
-You're not very convincing.

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Sea gulls squawking ]

-What are you doing here?
-Your father's died.

I thought it best
I tell you myself.

Yes. I see.

Hello?

Um, uh, my father's died.

Oh, Martin, I'm so sorry.

Who are you?

I'm Martin's wife.

Louisa, this is my mother.

-Oh, right.
-You're married?

Yes, we're married --
married with a son.

-Really?
-Yes.

But you're still
the village GP?

Um, would you like to
come inside?

-Yes, thank you, Louise.
-It's Louisa.

-Have you come far?
-From Portugal.

-How did he die?
-Shall we have a cup of tea?

I don't drink tea.

He had a stroke.

-Ischemic or hemorrhagic?
-What?

His stroke -- Was it caused
by a clot or a bleed?

I really don't know, Martin.

And when's the funeral?

It was two weeks ago.

So when did you find out?

I was there. Your father and I
got back together.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

I'm telling you now.

There are some things one
just doesn't do over the phone.

So where are you staying?

[ Inhales sharply ]

-I was thinking --
-We don't have a spare room.

-There is James' room.
-Which is where James sleeps.

-Would he mind?
-He's nine months old.

Well, then.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's, um,
only for a few days, I'm sure.

No, about your father.

Yes.

She might have called first.

Has she ever done that before,
just turn up out of the blue?

No.

So how are you?

I'm fine.
Thank you.

If you want to talk --

I mean, I know you probably
don't, but if you do, then...

Mm.

[ Footsteps ]

-The room's ready.
-Yeah. We moved James.

Actually, it'll be quite nice to
have him sleeping with us again.

-Won't it?
-I'm going to bed.

Hot chocolate?

No.

Morning.
Did you sleep well?

The room
was a little stuffy.

Oh, dear.
I'm sorry to hear that.

But it was fine.

Well, looks like
it's gonna be a lovely day.

When was the last time
you were here?

Oh, it was
a little while ago.

It must be so nice
seeing Martin again.

Mm.
Does he listen to you?

JAMES HENRY: [ Babbles ]

Um...

Well, yes.

I don't want to assume.
All marriages are different.

Yeah, of course.

We haven't been as close
as maybe I would have liked.

Oh, I don't entirely
blame Martin.

I was at fault myself.

Mm.

Well, I suppose, you know,
families can be like that.

Mm.
Well, you understand.

I'm glad
you can see my side.

I didn't realize
there were sides.

No, I don't mean it
exactly like that, but...

I would like to improve things
between us.

Yeah.

And I hope wecan be friends.

Well, yeah.

Would you like to feed James?

No, I -- I'll have
my coffee first.

I'm not really a morning person,
as they say.

[ Chuckles ]

Let's go and find your daddy.

Yeah.

Martin?
Why are you doing that now?

Come in the kitchen and help.

I'm nearly finished.
Um...

[ Whispering ] Do it later!
She's your mother!

Mm.
I'm aware of that.

We found him.

I wanted to talk to you.

Please, Martin.

Just as well
it wasn't a good one.

So, what are your plans today?

Hadn't thought about it,
really.

Martin, maybe you should show
your mother 'round the village.

Uh, no.
I have patients to attend to.

Perhaps we can talk later?

-[ Sighs ]
-[ Door closes ]

He looks tired.

Oh, he hasn't been
sleeping very well recently.

Well, he didn't
as a child either.

Always cried himself to sleep
in the end, though.

Really?

Mm. It may sound cruel.
That's what we did in my day.

If I had my time again,
we'd do things differently.

-Morning.
-Mike.

This is Margaret --
Martin's mother.

-Mike's James' childminder.
-Oh, how very modern.

Hi.
It's nice to meet you.

LOUISA: Right.

Oh, give him to me.

I'll get to know him better.

LOUISA: Here we go.

I'm off to work.
Will you two be all right?

Yes.

If there any problems,
just give me a call.

Mike, he's not had
any breakfast.

-[ Cries ]
-Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Don't worry about us.
We'll be fine.

-Okay.
-Yes.

-See you later.
-See you.

He likes to be
jigged up and down a bit.

There.
There you are.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Can't have changed
for thousands of years.

-Bert?
-Yes, my love.

My agency phoned.
I've got another job.

Oh, that's good news.

-Well, don't you think?
-It's in Woking.

And I've got to leave tomorrow.

They couldn't find you
something a little closer?

I've got to go
to where the work is.

But you could stay here
a bit longer, right?

Induction's on Monday.

DOC MARTIN: Get out!

Has the hospital rung
about my results yet?

-No!
-Well, how much longer --

Out!
Out, out, out!

-[ Indistinct shouting ]
-Shut up!

Shut up!

What's going on?

Seems there's a bit of worry
in the village.

-Doc, can you see me now?
-No.

Morwenna,
make them all sit down.

[ Indistinct talking ]

You heard the man!
Please take a seat!

Doc?
Should I wait here, then?

Okay, get back.
Behind the tape.

Behind the tape.

Are you listening?

Now, I want everyone
to breathe through your noses.

Uh, why?

Because your nose hair
will block the asbestos.

-Out of my way.
-Ah. Doc.

-Tosser!
-Just in time.

-Did you put this up?
-Blanketed the village.

Health and safety's
one of my duties.

You've caused complete panic.

Well, it's my duty to inform
the public if there's a concern.

"Every breath you take
could be giving you cancer."

Like on the movie posters.

You know, "In space,
no one can hear you cough."

-MALCOLM: [ Coughing ]
-Well, it grabs their attention.

Anyway, I looked it up
on the Internet.

Asbestos does give you cancer.

[ Muffled ] It's not asbestos.
It's cellulose.

-What?
-It's not asbestos.

Take off your mask!

It's not asbestos.
It's cellulose.

Oh, my God!

It's harmless.
It's not a health hazard.

Really? I always thought
that stuff was asbestos.

Is this what you put
in all the houses?

Take all these down,
you idiot.

Well,
if I haven't got asbestosis,

what's wrong with me?

I don't know! I haven't
had your X-rays back, have I?!

"Warn everyone," you said.
"Oh, you'll be a hero, Joe."

Why couldn't you just have just
put asbestos in the houses, eh?

[ Coughing ]

You've got to make me
an appointment!

-My lungs are burning!
-I was here first!

You're all fine.
It's not asbestos. Get out.

Apart from all those

with scheduled appointments,
of course.

Go.

Afternoon, Sal.

Afternoon, Bert.
How can I help?

-It's personal.
-Oh.

Matter of the heart.

Really?

Jenny's leaving tomorrow,
and I --

Well, the truth
of the matter is,

I've been feeling things that
I haven't felt for a while.

A long while.

I thought my old heart
had turned to stone.

But then she showed up,
and everything changed.

I guess what I'm trying
to say, Sal --

Is there any way that the two
of you could work together here

so that Jenny
didn't have to go?

No.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Oh.

So, what was it like, then,
being in the army?

Oh, I...

I'd rather not
talk about it.

Why not?

-Were you black ops?
-What?

You know, special squad.
Infiltrating behind enemy lines.

Answerable only
to the Chief of Staff.

No, I -- I just...

I just think
talking about work's boring.

I don't mind it.

That's 'cause
you work for the doc.

He's got a bit of a reputation
in the village, doesn't he?

A no-nonsense kind of guy.

He does get
some right morons in.

But that doesn't mean he has to
shout at them all the time.

Like today, right?

I come back from my break,

and I hear the doc
and this woman arguing.

And he's saying, like,
"For the last time, you idiot,

you can't get crabs
from paddling in rock pools.'

[ Laughs ]

Well, you can't.

No, that -- that was a joke.

Oh.

Look, I just mean it must
be difficult for him, like,

being constantly surrounded
by people less smart than he is.

What? Like me?

Oh, no, no.
I didn't mean that.

What, so I'm smarter
than the doc, then, am I?

Um...
[ Laughs ]

"Um..."

Yeah.

Exactly.

Cheers.

Good.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Table for six.

Not bad for a weeknight.

Is that it?

Well, what's got you
so miserable?

Living with Joe Penhale.

He wants to go
for a run tomorrow.

I told you
you should've stayed.

Not much of that
going on here.

Mind you, not much of anything's
going on here.

What, is business down?

Jenny.
She's leaving us. Tomorrow.

Got a job in Woking.

Oh, right.

That's rough.
Sorry.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do with myself.

Are you serious about her?

-Have you told her?
-I think she knows.

Dad, tell her.

Before it's too late.

But if she does leave,

can I have my room back?

Morwenna, Malcolm Raynor
has an appointment. Where is he?

Late.
I rang, but there's no answer.

He's a hypochondriac.
He wouldn't miss an appointment.

Go to his house
and see if he's there.

-Now?
-Now.

You take Tiny Lane...

No, no.
Haven't you got a map there?

Well, shouldn't you have one?

Fine. Shall I come 'round
and draw you one?

Malcolm?

Malcolm!

The doc sent me
to check on you.

We've got your X-rays back
from the hospital.

Malcolm!

Oh, God!

Malcolm?

Malcolm.

Malcolm!

You coming, love?

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine turns over ]

I rang the doc.
He's on his way.

Malcolm?

[ Gasping ]

DOC MARTIN:
Morwenna, where are you?

Back here, Doc.

-He's hardly breathing.
-Take that.

Just try and breathe normally.

-What's wrong with him?
-Hypersensitivity pneumonitis.

MORWENNA: What's that?

Mr. Raynor, I'm going to ask you
some questions.

Answer by just shaking
or nodding your head.

Do you have air conditioning
in your house?

Are you ever exposed to hay
or damp grain?

-Does birdseed count as grain?
-Why?

Do you ever come into contact
with birdseed?

Course he does. Everybody knows
about Malcolm and his pigeons.

Well, I didn't!

You've got
pigeon fancier's lung.

The pulmonary lining
has become inflamed.

The birdseed
got in your lungs, Malcolm.

No, it didn't.

You inhaled proteins
from bird feces.

You've been
inhaling bird poo.

Well, that can't be right.
I've had them birds for years.

It could come on at any time.
You'll have to get rid of them.

But they're my family.
Can't I keep just a couple?

What do you mean,
they're your family?

They're pigeons.

You have
a serious pulmonary disease

that could lead
to asphyxiation.

No. Sorry.

Make an appointment
as soon as possible.

Morwenna, get the bag.

Where are we?

-Why are we stopping?
-We're here, aren't we?

I said Bodmin Station.
I've got pepper spray in my bag.

Bert?

Bert!

What's going on?

I don't want you to leave.

Well, I don't want to either,
but I've got to work.

What if you didn't?
What if I supported you?

What do you mean?

Well, what if you stayed here
and lived with me?

Permanently. Forever.

What are you saying?

Jennifer Cardew,
will you...

...marry me?

Oh, Bert.

This is the first time I've ever
heard you lost for words, girl.

Course I will.

AL: You coming?

[ Crying ]

Shh, shh, shh.

-Where's Louisa?
-Upstairs.

Wondered where
that had got to.

It's the only thing of Joan's
worth salvaging.

If I can get it going,
it might be quite valuable.

Your father had regrets,
you know?

No, I didn't.

For the way
you were brought up.

I see.

He wanted to tell you
how he felt,

and then it was too late.

I'm sorry, Martin.

[ Cries ]

Shh, shh, shh.

He had years to tell me that.

I said I'msorry.

For how I was.
With you.

That's why I'm here.

To try somehow
to make up for everything.

-Well...
-[ Cries ]

I can only say
I did the best I could.

It wasn't good enough.

We are all we've got left,
Martin -- you and me.

Family.

-[ Cries ]
-Shh.

I have a family.

I have a wife

and I have a son

and I have Ruth.

That's not what I meant.

We have a chance now

to make up for lost time.

Don't we, Martin?

I'm going to my room to read.

[ Door closes ]

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