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[ Sea gulls squawking ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

Sorry.

Oh, good morning.
You're starting early.

Thought we could
have breakfast together.

-Sorry.
-Yes.

You should eat something.

I'm, uh,
not really very hungry.

You don't have much of an
appetite at the moment, do you?

No.

LOUISA: Hmm.

Maybe if you talked about it
you'd feel better.

My father's died.

Apart from that, there's not
much to talk about, really.

Look, I know you two
didn't really get on,

but he wasyour father.

Maybe it's hit you
harder than you think.

What do you think about the
three of us going away together?

Ah, well, I have a
responsibility to my patients.

I can't just go.

Doctors are allowed
to take time off, Martin.

I'm only talking about
a long weekend somewhere.

I'd like that, anyway.

To spend some time together,
just you, me, and James.

No, I can't.
Thank you.

I see.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

-Yes?
-Morning.

Sergeant Pledge,
Royal Military Police.

Lance Corporal Harding.
Are you P.C. Penhale?

-No.
-But you are police officer?

No. No, no. I just sort of,
uh -- just sort of live here.

Could you tell us
where to find P.C. Penhale, sir?

I don't know.
He's out somewhere.

Do you know
a Michael Graham Pruddy?

Corporal Pruddy, REME.

REME?

Royal Electrical
and Mechanical Engineers.

Pruddy's regiment.

Oh, right.
Um, Pruddy, Pruddy.

No.
Doesn't ring a bell.

Give this to P.C. Penhale.

Of course, yeah.

Thank you for your time.

Is he in trouble, then,
this Pruddy guy?

Not at all, sir.

-Um, sorry, Margaret.
-Sorry.

[ Appliance whirs ]

Oh. Thanks.

-[ Whirring stops ]
-Okay. I have to go.

-What, now?
-You know it's sports day?

But Michael won't be here
for another 25 minutes.

I'm sorry.
But I did say.

Louisa.

Don't worry.
I'll take care of him.

Shall we go for walkie later,
James Henry?

Shall we?

Good boy.

He's not a dog.

Right, Martin,
so you'll be there at 12:00?

What?

It's sports day.
You're giving out the prizes.

What?

You agreed
to be the special guest.

-[ Inhales sharply ]
-No. Don't say, "What?"

You really don't remember?

Okay.
It's fine.

If you don't feel up to it,
I can try and find someone else.

-No, it's fine.
-Sure?

-Yes. Yes.
-You will be there?

-Big field, 12:00.
-Yes.

Thank you.

Bye, Margaret.

Didn't you win a prize
for sports once at school?

No.

I remember you bringing home
a silver jug.

It was for chess.

You look awful.
Have you lost weight?

No.

What will your patients think

when they see their doctor
looking so poorly?

[ Sighs ]

JAMES HENRY: [ Cries ]

I think the word
you're looking for is hello.

What are you doing here?

And it's lovely
to see you, too.

Are you visiting Martin?

I live in Portwenn.

I came back from London
last night,

and I thought I saw you,
so I called Martin.

-He gave me the bad news.
-About Christopher.

He confirmed
that it was you.

He also told me
that my brother was dead.

Did you kill him?

Well, it was nice
to catch up.

Oh, no, no, no.
We've not finished yet.

I think some coffee, don't you?
And a nice talk.

Unless you've
something better to do.

Which, of course, you don't.

[ Whistle blows ]

-Now, who's got the eggs?
-Me, miss!

Who's got the spoons?

Very good.
Now, off we go.

Please, everybody, watch out
for traffic and the road.

Are you okay, miss?

Thanks, Isla.
That's very sweet.

-[ Knocking ]
-Mrs. Tishell?

Um, oh.

We're closed!
Stocktaking!

I need couch rolls, vacutainers,
and hand disinfectant.

Open the door.

Ohh. Dear.

Do you have my order?

Uh, oh, I suppose I could
check on my deliveries.

It's not this one.

Might be...

Oh!

-What now?
-Mm? Nothing.

Are you in pain?

Oh, it's just toothache.

Go to your dentist.

No, it's strange.

It comes, and then
it's not there, and then --

I -- Oh, I don't know.

What do you mean, "It's strange.
It comes, then it's not there"?

Do you mean it comes
when you exert yourself,

and then it stops
when you don't?

Is that
what you're trying to say?

-I will go and see my dentist.
-Good.

Heis a very nice man.

He'd need to be.
Good day.

-[ Snaps ]
-Ow.

Cappuccino, if you can manage
such a thing.

And I'd like a double espresso,
please.

I thought you hated Cornwall,
Portwenn in particular.

I can see it can appeal
to a certain kind of person.

I've been here before.
Twice.

And why exactly
are you here again?

You've asked me already.

Yes, but I didn't really
get an answer,

so I'll carry on
asking that question.

Thank you.

You understand I'm just trying
to protect Martin?

What kind of son needs
protection from his own mother?

The kind of son who's been
damaged by his own mother.

Damaged. You don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm here to help my son.
Oh, no, no, no.

I can't take you seriously

when you pretend to be
the saintly, maternal type,

concerned only with the welfare
of her precious child.

Why do you see me as this...

Monster?

I'm not sure.

Could it be
because you kept Martin

as far away from you as possible

throughout his
so-called childhood?

Prep school, boarding school,

bundled off in the holidays
to his Auntie Joan in Cornwall,

who, incidentally, loved him

and wasn't afraid
to show him affection.

And what was the problem there?
What was the matter?

The woman
was having an affair.

Oh, so you took Martin
away from Joan

and kept him at school
in the holidays

because she was
having an affair?

I thought adultery was
rather popular in our family.

You didn't have a relationship
with your son,

and you didn't want anyone else
to have one,

so that was the end of Cornwall.

There were standards
to be maintained.

I didn't want Martin mixing
with the wrong kind of person.

You are the wrong kind
of person.

"Morally bankrupt."

Isn't that
what the headmistress called you

when you were caught stealing
from the local shops?

Mrs. Jessop called you something
a little more Anglo-Saxon.

Everyone stole
from her nasty little shop.

Not everyone.

But it isn't your pilfering
and petty meanness

that I care about.

It's the damage that you can
still inflict on Martin.

Well, I don't have to stay here
to listen to this.

Go home, Margaret.

I am Martin's mother.

I have every right
to be here.

You've never had children.

You can't possibly understand
what you're talking about.

Don't forget your grandson.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Thuds ]

Careful!

-No, you'll bang his legs.
-I need to see my son.

His coat's on back-to-front.

Oh!

What's her problem?

Mr. Twilly.

-Martin, I want a word --
-I'm with a patient.

[ Sighs ]

What about the King's Inn
in Padstow?

Local lobster, Belgian lager.

Just you and me?

Why, did you want to
bring a friend?

Well, if you're gonna be like
you were the other night,

I might need someone
to talk to, yeah.

Hey, one more chance.

Give me a reason.

You've got
nothing else to do,

and I'll be paying
for all the food and drink.

-Okay.
-Great.

-Right, we're off to the beach.
-Lucky for some.

Doc, Mr. Twilly wasn't sure...

Get out.

If you don't have junior,
I can make do with maxi.

Yes, um...

Ooh.
I know I've put them somewhere.

[ Inhales sharply ] Ooh.
Oh, dear.

You okay, Mrs. T.?

Mm?
Oh, it's just toothache.

Have you tried that new dentist
in Wadebridge?

It's gone.
The pain's gone.

Ah, well, it comes and goes.
Comes and goes.

Yes?

My nappies.

Oh! Silly me.

Oh.

And when you say purple,

do you mean like
a dark, bluey red

or a light, pinky blue?

-Ooh.
-Hey.

Right, okay,
well, try to stop squeezing it,

and I'll book you in
for half past 3:00 tomorrow.

Okay. Bye-bye.

-All right?
-Yes. Is Mike around?

He's taken James to the beach.

He's probably neatly arranging
the rock pools by now.

-Great. All right, Doc?
-Yes.

Routine MSU. I've labeled it
and done the request form.

-This is your name.
-Shush! Yes.

-What's going on?
-Just do it.

Come through.

MIKE:
The important thing to do here

is keep everything in line --

the sand, the stones,
the turrets, the flags.

You just need to make sure

that everything has
its rightful place.

-Al.
-It's very good, Mike.

[ Laughs ] Thanks.

[ Clears throat ]

Uh, two soldiers...

...came to the police station
this morning.

Royal Military Police.

I'm supposed to
give this to Joe.

Apparently...

...you're AWOL.

[ Clears throat ]

-Right.
-What's going on, mate?

-What did you do?
-Nothing.

[ Dog barking ]

I-I didn't do anything.
I just...

I just needed to
get out of the army.

-I have to leave.
-What?

-I got to go.
-Calm down.

No.
I need to get my things.

If you run, Mike,
and they catch you,

you're gonna be
in more trouble.

No.
They won't catch me.

Mike, think about
what you're doing, mate.

I can't go back to the army.

I would rather sleep rough
for the rest of my life.

Ah.

Will you take James?
Just take him back to the doc's.

Ohh. No.

Please.

No.

Look, you take him back,

and I'll get the soldiers
away from your flat

so, you know,
you can get your stuff.

Right.
Thanks, mate.

-Right, yeah.
-Yeah.

Come on, mate.
We've got to go.

We've got to go right now.

[ Groans softly ]

No, we've got nothing
this afternoon.

Can you come back tomorrow?

I only want 10 mins,
Morwen.

-Morwenna.
-"Na."

-[ Door opens ]
-Can't you squeeze me in?

-[ Woman sobbing ]
-MORWENNA: No.

Ooh.
Uh, D-Dr. Ellingham.

Mrs. Tishell.

-Why are you here?
-My teeth.

Uh, my jaw, really.

All the way up the hill,
it was hurting.

Oh. Now I've stopped moving,
it's better.

Right.
Go through.

-But Mr. Gleebles is next.
-He can wait.

Sit down. Go.

Um, yeah.

Sorry, Dan.

-Don't sit down.
-Ooh!

Oh.
[ Breathing heavily ]

Mm. You have fatty lumps
around your eyes and wrists.

-Are you taking your statins?
-Am I -- Am I what?

You suffer
from high cholesterol.

Have you been taking
your medicines?

No, I'm worried my prescriptions
might make me...

Oh.
Well, you know.

-Ohh.
-[ Band snapping ]

No, I'm sorry. I've just stopped
taking everything.

Just in case.

-Just in case?
-Mm.

Mrs. Tishell,
nothing I have prescribed you

will lead to another
m-mental episode,

if that's what
you're trying to say.

Well, even so, I've rather not
risk any problems.

Fine. Just have a massive
heart attack and deal with that.

What?!

-What?!
-Your toothache is angina.

Your arteries are clogged.

You'll probably need
a stent and more medicines.

Do you have any chest pain
at the moment?

Uh...

-No.
-Well, then you're safe.

-Oh!
-But not for long.

-Don't sit down.
-No.

Get Morwenna to make you
an appointment

for C.T. angiogram
as soon as possible.

Yes. Morwenna!

DOC MARTIN: Gleebles!

Oi!

That's right -- you.
That's an offense.

Pick it up,
and this will all go away.

Oi!

Hiya, guys.
I'm P.C. Penhale.

Just keeping the streets clean.
And safe.

So, what's going down?

There's no one here.

We'll stay in situ
until he returns.

Right.
Affirmative on that.

You shouldn't really
park your vehicle here.

We can park where we like,
mate.

PLEDGE: Do you have any intel
on his whereabouts?

-His...
-Whereabouts.

We're asking where he is.

Right. Right.

And when you say "he"...

Don't you read official requests
for assistance?

Of course I do.

Just I've been
a bit busy today,

you know,
with this and that and...

Yeah, I can see you've got
your hands full at the minute.

If you see, hear, or smell
Corporal Pruddy,

you let me know.

Corporal Pruddy.
Mike Pruddy?

Michael Graham Pruddy.

And...what's he done, again?

-He's AWOL.
-That's it.

Absent with--
That can't be right.

[ Both chuckle ]

Okay.

You stick to chasing kids
and picking up litter.

We'll do the grown-up stuff.

No, no. If you're asking
for my assistance --

-PLEDGE: I think we can manage.
-Hey, guys!

Stay back, Al!
Nothing to see here.

Official business pertaining
to Corporal Pruddy.

I know where Pruddy is.
I'll bring him in.

He's done a runner.
He's up a Harry Glade's barn.

Where's that?

-Uh, about four miles --
-JOE: I've got this, Al.

I know the area,
I know the accused,

so I'll take it from here.

[ Chuckles ]
I don't think so.

-Tell me where he is.
-He's, uh...

Well, you go
straight up the hill

and then take the coast road
to Delabole.

You'll come across a sign
to Glade Farm.

It's in the shape of a cow.

[ Engine turns over ]

-Much obliged, sir.
-Yeah.

You sent them
the long way 'round.

That was the plan.

-Joe?
-Later.

WOMAN: Come on, girls!
Come on! You can do it!

-[ Indistinct shouting ]
-That's it!

You can do it!
Come on!

Do it!

[ Crowd groans ]

Martin!

There you are.
I'm here.

-They'll have to race again now.
-Oh.

Now, don't worry!
[ Blows whistle ]

That didn't count.

Go back to the start line,
year six.

That's it.

Good.

Will it take long?

Because I couldn't cancel
all of my patients.

I haven't got
that much time at all.

Prize giving will happen
in 10 minutes.

It'll mean a lot to these pupils
to get a medal from you.

Can you stay or not?

-Yes.
-Good.

Tea.

How are we doing over here
with the tea?

And the sandwiches.
Get them out.

Yeah.
But it's Smyth, not Smith.

No, they're not the same,
are they?

Well,
because it sounds different

and it's spelled different.

-Where's the doc?
-Just...

Yeah, okay. Start again.
Yes.

Where is he?

Right.
Just, um...

Yes, I know their initials
are the same, but --

-Right.
-[ Dial tone ]

Oh, you did not just do that.

Look, I'm sorry.
But where's the doc?

He's giving away prizes
at sports day.

He won't be long.

Well, when's he back?
He needs to take James now.

That's not gonna happen.
You'll just have to wait.

Okay. Right.

-[ Cries ]
-You take him.

Please.
It's time for his lunch.

I'm busy.

I've got to
phone the lab back, for a start.

But you have to.
Look, he's hungry.

Are you okay?

Al was in here earlier
asking for you.

No, it's, uh...

It's complicated.

-[ Telephone rings ]
-Just...

Portwenn Surgery.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Now, I know Dr. Ellingham
can't wait

to present the winners
with their medals.

But first he wants to say
a few words.

So please
put your hands together

and welcome our special guest

with a special
round of applause.

Uh, no, I can't make a speech.
I don't have the time.

I expect Dr. Ellingham
wants to tell us

about the importance
of doing some sport.

I don't have the time.

If you want to lead
a healthy, active life.

Obviously.

Yeah.

Because running and throwing
and jumping...

Please, Martin, you know
where I'm going with this.

Can you please just help?
Please?

Well, they're all good ways
of staying physically fit,

aren't they, Dr. Ellingham?

Yeah?

Especially running,
wouldn't you say?

Yeah?

Uh, not necessarily.

Uh, there's a high incidence
of damage

to knees, shins, and heels

if the instruction isn't good.

But athletics is a pastime
you'd encourage,

isn't it, Martin?!

-Not for everyone.
-[ Sighs ]

Uh, a lot of people

aren't interested
in competitive sport whatsoever.

Look, can you just give me
the names

of the people
who got the medals?

Year-three javelin,
the winner is Jersey Lawson.

[ Applause ]

That's really quite
spectacular, Martin.

Really. [ Sighs ]

Go and sit down.

PIPPA:
Year-three shot put...

[ Cow moos ]

[ Clattering ]

Mike?

It's Joe Penhale.

Let's not make this
any worse.

-We need to talk.
-[ Clattering continues ]

I know you're in there.

All right.

We'll have to do it
the hard way.

[ Clattering continues ]

Mike?

Whoa!

Whoa!

[ Grunting ]

Mike!

If you are in there,
I could use some assistance.

Please.

-[ Footsteps ]
-Oh.

Ah. Everything under control,
P.C. Penhale?

I don't think the suspect
is currently at this location.

And if he was,
I think he's moved on.

And you know this how?

Instinct.

-Harding, take a look.
-Sarge.

So why are you still
hanging around?

I won't lie to you.

I'm not entirely
on top of this situation,

so if you could assist
a fellow officer?

I'd say you're doing
a fine job on your own.

Nothing, Sarge.

Well, I don't think we'll be
needing you again, Constable.

Mike Pruddy's a good guy.
You go easy on him.

That's not gonna happen.
But it's very sweet you asked.

[ Cow moos ]

Year-three egg-and-spoon,
the winner is Lee Majors!

[ Cheering ]

And now the whole-school
relay race.

Well, there's quite a lot
of you --

Oh, God.
No, wait.

No, sorry.
Sorry, sorry.

I have a waiting room
full of sick people.

Well, some are sick,
but all of them are waiting.

If you won a race or you want
a medal, come up here,

Now!

Give me the medals.
You give the cups.

LOUISA: Sorry.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

I'm giving the medals.
Exactly what I said I'd do.

That is not what you said.

Each of these children
deserves to have their medal

in a special ceremony, which is
exactly what I asked you to do,

which is why you're here.

I don't understand why you're
absolutely trying to sabotage...

Look at their faces.
They're perfectly happy.

...our school sports day,
Martin!

Louisa, you're hysterical.
Take that.

-Martin?
-God!

-Martin?
-I haven't got time!

Pack up the field,
take them back to school,

because I need to have a word.

Okay, don't worry.

Excuse me.
Come back here, Martin!

[ Blows whistle ]

After that display,
you cannot just leave!

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare walk away!

Louisa!

Oh, God.
Are you all right?

I'm sorry.
I didn't see her.

-Well!
-LOUISA: [ Moaning ]

Then call an ambulance!

Stay still.

Where's it hurt?

-Just...
-Okay, keep still.

Hurry up!

-I'm gonna come with you.
-LOUISA: No.

DOC MARTIN: What?

You can go.
There's a medic here.

No, I'll come to the hospital.

No, please, Martin, go home.

I don't want you here.
Go home to James!

[ Moans ]

[ Car door closes ]

I'm really sorry.
I can't deal with James today.

-So...
-You have to.

No. no, no, no. You have to
take care of him now.

Louisa's had an accident.
Where's the car key?

What? Is she okay?
I have to get to the hospital.

-Well, when will you be back?
-I don't know!

I heard about Louise.
Is she all right?

Can you look after James?
Michael can't, apparently.

-Yes, of course.
-Oh...

Don't worry.

-I can take care him.
-Yes!

Well, uh, give her my love!

Martin,
what are you doing here?

Do you know what day it is?

-N-No. Why?
-I'm testing you for concussion.

-Follow my finger.
-No.

-Follow it.
-No!

You've broken your collarbone.

They'll scan your head
to check for damage

to your skull or your brain.

I'll chase them up,
see if I can't get you --

-No. No, don't chase them up.
-Why?

Because you'll just annoy them.
Martin!

Ow!

[ Groans ]

[ Knocks ]

Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you.

I've been stuck in here
with James.

-Did you get them out the way?
-Yes! But not for long. Come on!

What am I gonna do about
the little man?

AL:
I don't know.

-Just...
-He can come with us. Move.

-No.
-Come on. Quickly.

DOC MARTIN:
Michael? Michael?

[ Footsteps ]

Michael?

Michael?

-Where's James?
-Oh, it's you.

-How's Louise?
-Louisa!

She has a fractured clavicle.
Where's Michael?

Upstairs putting
the baby to sleep.

No, he's not.
I just checked.

He should be here,
and James should be in bed!

It's utterly unacceptable.

Quickly.
Right, put James down there,

Yeah.

Okay. Underwear.

Gotcha.

What? You can't just break in.
Not without a warrant.

If you hadn't left your key
under the mat,

you might have a point.

Oh, give him a break, Joe.

Sorry, Al.

I know we've become
good friends,

but you've been
aiding and abetting.

I've half a mind to arrest you
as well as Mike.

You can't arrest Mike.

I'm duty bound to maintain
the laws of this country.

What, you gonna hand him over?

Not to those idiots.

I'm gonna take him
to the nearest barracks myself.

-But I got to cuff him.
-Oh, leave him alone, Joe.

I mean,
he's got clothes to fold.

Over and over again.

Mike?

You listening?

-Michael Graham Pruddy.
-What?

I'm arresting you for being
absent without official leave

from Her Majesty's Armed Forces,
namely the army.

I'm not going back.
I can't go back!

-Don't do anything stupid.
-Joe, please.

No, no. I'm begging you.
Joe!

Yes.
That was textbook.

Right.
Let's go before those two --

[ Knock on door,
doorbell rings ]

[ Sighs ] Too late.

Well, it might not be them.

-Of course it's them.
-DOC MARTIN: Michael!

Wait. That's not them.
That's the doc.

No, really?

Look, they're really tight.

[ Mockingly ] Oh,
they're really tight.

I've heard it all before.

I take them off,
you do a runner.

I wasn't born yesterday.

-What's going on?
-It's all under control, Doc.

-Is James all right?
-MIKE: He's fine.

I was gonna bring him back
as soon as I was packed.

-Packed? Where are you going?
-I quit.

-I've got to leave Portwenn.
-That's out of the question.

-But, Doc --
-You have a job to do.

-Why's he handcuffed?
-He's under arrest, Doc.

-What for?
-He's AWOL.

Run away from the army.
He's a coward.

I'm not.
It's just...

They tried to fix me.
They tried to fix my OCD.

And I'm taking him back
so they can fix him again.

I don't want to be fixed.

He wants to go on the run.

I'd rather live
out of a suitcase.

But he can't even pack one,
Doc.

Be quiet. Penhale, take those
stupid handcuffs off him.

They're not stupid.

Michael, explain yourself.

I might be OCD,
but it's part of me, innit?

It's kind who I am,
who I've always been.

The army, they wanted to
make me better, make me normal.

But I didn't want that.

But if it wasn't as a result
of an order,

would you like to feel more
in control of your actions?

I guess so, yeah.

Well, then, if you feel
that you need therapy,

then the army
will provide it.

So long as there's
an adequate diagnosis in place.

But if Joe takes him back,

they're gonna
lock him in prison.

Not necessarily.

Right, Michael Pruddy,
I am arresting you --

Shut up. The army
has a duty of care to you.

It is your decision
whether you take it or not.

Yeah.

I'll go back, Doc.

I'm sorry
for all the inconvenience.

It is ruddy inconvenient,
actually.

I have to find
a new nanny now.

Bye, little man.

Let me take him back, Joe.
It'll be better for him.

Are you gonna go back,
not do a runner?

-No.
-Promise?

Yeah.

Reckon we'll get away
without them seeing us?

Pff! You leave
those squaddies to me.

Mike, forget about the packing.

-Yeah.
-There's no time.

Okay.

-Mike!
-All right.

Mike!

Well, wait a minute.
Armstrong?

-[ Chuckles ]
-Come on, Sergeant. To be fair.

Actually, you like a bit
like Armstrong.

That -- That is really --

I have to take exception
with that, sir.

What is that?

This, sir?

-I want it sorted.
-Penhale, Sergeant.

Yes!

[ Both sigh ]

Are you ready for this?

Yeah.
I just need a minute.

[ Exhales slowly ]

Good luck.

Hey, thanks.

Oh, uh, Morwenna.

Can you tell her
what happened?

Sure, yeah.

Great.

-Right.
-[ Sighs ]

See you soon.

Maybe.

Bye.

[ Sighs ]

[ Gate buzzes ]

JAMES HENRY: [ Cooing ]

[ Coughing ]

Oh!
Hello, James.

Morning.

Is it a good idea
to bring him here

[Coughing] with all these germs?

-Michael's gone.
-Gone where?

-He's resigned.
-Why? What did you say?

It was nothing to do with me.

[ Coughing ]

How was your night?
You're coughing.

-Are you breathless?
-Just open the window.

When did the doctor
last come and see you?

I don't know.

Have the nurses
been checking you regularly?

I don't know! [ Coughs ]
Does it really matter?

-This patient, who's her doctor?
-Uh...

Just one moment.
Dr. Samuels, I think.

-Where's he now.
-He's busy, sir.

Is he?! Where?

-On the wards.
-Right.

Can I have some water?

-Can I have some water, please?
-Yes, just a moment.

Sorry, you said?

How many times was she checked
in the night?

I don't know.

-Was she turned even once?
-As I said, I don't know.

Good morning, Mrs. Ellingham.

Could I just have a listen
to your breathing for a minute?

Thanks.
Deep breath.

-[ Thermometer beeps ]
-Thanks.

Martin?

Thank you.
And again.

Thanks.

She's not febrile.

How would you explain
these symptoms?

-If your wife has a DVT...
-Which she does.

...then she'll be treated
with anticoagulants

and the problem will go away.

The problem
should never have arisen.

Will someone please tell me
what's wrong?

It's possible you may have
a blood clot in your leg.

If a small part of it
has broken off

and traveled up
to the lungs...

Which it has.

...it could
make breathing difficult,

which it appears to be.

If your nursing staff could stop
drinking tea for five minutes,

none of this
would have happened.

DOCTOR: In a couple of hours
when we've dealt with this,

I'm sure we'll be able to
discharge her.

Come back then.

In the meantime,
I think you should leave now.

I'm not leaving anywhere
until I'm satisfied

that you people
know what you're doing.

Martin, please.
[ Coughs ]

Please, just go. Just go.
Take James Henry now.

Go. Martin!

[ Coughing ]

5,000 units of heparin.
And an ultrasound.

[ Door opens ]

Oh. Hello.

Hey.

Oh, uh, Mike asked me to come.

He told me to say goodbye.

He wants you
to say goodbye to me?

No. No.

He's saying goodbye to you
through me.

-Easier to explain in the pub.
-Sounds good to me.

So where has he gone, then?

-AL: He's AWOL.
-What's a "wol"?

-AL: What's a what?
-A wol.

AL: He's AWOL.

Have you got
everything you need?

Yeah.

JAMES HENRY: [ Fussing ]

Oh. Oh.

He'll be okay.

Yeah.
Mike's pretty tough.

-But sensitive.
-Yeah, and he worries.

One of the many reasons
we weren't compatible.

-So you two weren't...
-[ Chuckling ] No.

We only went out the once.
It wasn't going anywhere.

-I mean, he's a nice bloke.
-Yeah.

Funny, gentle.

-Really good-looking.
-Yep, all right.

And I liked him, but...

But the state of your kitchen
would've killed him.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Ah, ah!

So if you're looking for a job,

I think there's an opening
for a nanny at the doc's.

No. I want to start
my own business.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Just haven't worked out
what it is yet.

-Any ideas?
-I keep thinking -- fish.

How'd you come up with that?

I think
there's something in it.

I just -- just can't
work out what.

Well, we can do that together
if you like.

You got time?

Sure.
You're buying the drinks.

-Come on.
-All right.

Ooh. Ouch.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Martin, I'm not coming home.

What?

It's the school holidays.

And I'll stay tonight,

but tomorrow I'm going to Spain
with James.

Why?

I just need some space
to think, Martin.

But you've --
you've just had a --

The doctors,
they say it's okay.

It's only a short flight,

and my mother
will meet us at the airport.

No.
Deep-vein thrombosis --

I've had "heptarin" injections.

-Heparin.
-Heparin.

And I've got warfarin pills,

and I'll have my blood checked
every week.

Every week?
How long are you going for?

I don't know exactly.

But I do know I need a break.

But you didn't even like
your mother.

You can rest at home.

No.

I need a break from you,
Martin.

What do you mean?

I'm not happy.

I'm not making youhappy,
am I?

Happy?

Why does everybody have to be
happy all the time?

Let's just --
Let's just go.

Bye.

You should've bought the wine
at the cash-and-carry.

They got special offers on
this week.

Yeah, but they don't sell
anything decent, do they?

You don't want decent
at a stag-and-hen do.

You just want cheap.

But we've got to give our guests
something nice to drink.

If it's nice,
they'll want refills,

and then
we'll be in trouble.

Now, have you sorted out
anything suitable

for the entertainment?

He means have you booked
a stripper?

No!
Course I haven't!

[ Laughs ]
She's joking, boy.

[ Laughs ] Aw, he's gone
all red, bless him.

Look, I'll take over
the arrangements, shall I?

I'm sure you got
better things to do

with your valuable time.

Oh, for your information,

I think I've come up
with a business plan

that could make some money.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

See those
fishing boats out there?

And you see those tourists
on the beach?

You put 'em together,
what have you got?

Happy tourists.

I'd be like the middle man.

I'd introduce people
who want to go fishing

to people
who can take them fishing.

Charge 10%, 15% for my trouble.

And that
is your business idea?

Yes, it is.
What do you think?

I don't think you'll find
a single fisherman

that will give you 1%,
let alone 10% or 15%!

They don't make enough money
to share it around!

Oh! The middle man, eh?
I mean, that is funny, boy.

Oh, shut up, Dad.

What did I say?

MRS. TISHELL:
Oh. Um...

Oh.
Dr. Ellingham?

D-Dr. Ellingham?

May I just say thank you?

So I've had my C.T. angiogram,

and you were right
about my arteries.

They said if you hadn't noticed,
I'd be...

Dead.

Yes.

Thank you.

Um, I don't eat chocolate.

Oh. Well, I...

You look dreadful.

[ Sighs ]

Martin, I'm going to bed.

Yes.

MARGARET: There's absolutely
nothing in the fridge.

Shall we go out to supper,
just you and me?

Well, what do you want to do?

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