All language subtitles for Doc Martin S07E03 Its Good To Talk

- Oh!
- Oh.

I didn't think you were here.

I did ring the bell but there...

- I was in the shower.
- Yes, I see that now.

Mm. Where's James?

He's asleep.

Right.

Gosh. You're up early.

- Mm. 5:30.
- Oh.

Is everything OK with the new house?

It's satisfactory.

Hm.

Should I not be here?

What? No. It's fine. It's your
house. Of course you should be here.

I should probably mention this to
Dr Timoney when I see her later.

How you were so desperate to see me, you
broke into the house while I was showering.

I didn't break in. I've got a key.

I wasn't being serious. I was...

- You were making a joke.
- I was making a joke.

Janice is going to be here soon.

I've got things to sort out for school starting
tomorrow, so I really need to get going.

Come on, Bert. You have
to let me in some time.

I'm busy. I got bills to open.

Look, you know how it works.

If you don't consent to discussing
your debt with us properly, we can
have your restaurant repossessed.

Bert!

About time, Bert. Now, about this debt.

Take it.

- I'm sorry?
- Take it all.

I'm done.

Would've been much more convenient if
you'd come out to the farm to see us.

I only make house calls for emergencies.

Took us two buses to get here. His
truck packed it in the other week.

- What's the problem?
- The axle.

I beg your pardon.

We've had some difficult farrowings with the
pigs, not had a chance to take it to the garage.

What's the problem with you?

He's been throwing up a bit. Shivering.

- Headaches. Show him your leg.
- Oh, it's nothing.

Onto the examination table.

Quickly.

Which leg?

- How long have you had the symptoms?
- About a week.

Erysipelas. It's a
bacterial skin infection.

Don't like the sound of that.

Just you watch. It'll be all tests
this and tests that and hospital visits

and any number of things
that'll bugger up my year.

No, it won't. I'll prescribe
a course of antibiotics.

Your skin might take a
few weeks to get better.

- Oh. - Take some time off work.
Keep your leg raised to reduce the
swelling and drink plenty of water.

This is a crucial period for us, Doc.

Fascinating.

Next patient!

Testing, testing, one,
two, three. Testing.

One, two, three.

Melanie?

Alice! Oh, Dermot. How are you?

He's got Erysipelas.

Oh. Is that bad?

It's a waste of time.

So how's my god daughter?

- The same as ever. - Meant to be looking
after the pigs. Probably forgotten.

Oh, well, every young girl's dream, eh?

Tell Ellie I said hello.
It would be nice to see her.

- Next patient!
- Oh, that's my cue.

So we'll catch up soon, yeah?

- Next patient!
- Yes, coming.

- Thank you.
- Shut the door.

Take a seat.

What seems to be the problem?

Bad diet.

Fast food, fried food, microwave food.

I beg your pardon?

How do we get people
to eat healthier, Doc?

That's the question we've asked ourselves.

We've come up with Healthy Eating
Week ... seven days to change your life.

What are you talking about?

Radio Portwenn. I'm the DJ there.

Oh. I thought that
Caroline woman did that.

Yeah... sectioned.

What?

Whole family testified, apparently.

So when can you come on?

Do you have a medical problem?

No.

Then why are you in my surgery?

You're short and sharp, you get the
point across, exactly what we need.

Now you're wasting my time.

- Well, perhaps we could do a
few pre-recorded bits. - No.

- I can make another appointment. - No.

- How about a quick
sound bite, then? - No.

Germaine Mann.

You're almost a health professional.
You wouldn't make an appearance?

I think that's more than my job's worth.

I tell you who would be good, though? Al
Large. Runs these new fishing holidays.

Al? I'm trying to revitalise
the station, not bury it.

Besides, it's fresh fish. That is
like the healthiest thing you can eat.

Proof of Portwenn turning its
back on butties and burgers.

Yeah, I like that. Yeah, I'll use that.
It's not like I've got anything else.

Hello. I'm here to see the doctor.

- Mrs Ellingham?
- Yes.

So is the doctor here?

She is.

I am.

- Oh.
- Come in.

Martin finds it very difficult
to express his feelings.

I mean, I know he loves me. At
least, I'm fairly sure he does.

Anyhow, it's no wonder he's
a bit emotionally repressed.

Well, you should meet his parents.

Well, his dad's dead, so you can't.

But his mum's very cold.

And she's...

not dead.

Interesting.

And what about you?
What about your parents?

Fine. Yeah. Normal as you like.

I mean, there's... yeah,
there's... there's history.

Yeah, there's always history.

Mum left home when I was 12, but I
didn't really need a mother by then, so...

I see. And your father?

It's not really relevant. We're
here to talk about Martin.

Did you not get on well with your father?

No, we get on fine.

I suppose Martin probably
told you about the ...

Told me what?

Um... well, my father spent some
time in prison when I was a child.

Sorry, I'm really not seeing what any of
this has got to do with Martin's problems.

Is that how you view the
state of your marriage?

As Martin's problem?

Well, I wouldn't say that, exactly.

So how do you view it?

Well, it's a bit of a mess, really.

Sorry, I have to ask
... but how old are you?

I'm 32.

Hm.

I think what would work best would
be if you and Martin got together

and discussed a time when it would be
suitable to see both of you together.

Are you talking about some
kind of couples therapy?

Yes.

No. I'm really not sure that's ...

I understand.

It's helpful to keep an open mind.

Both parties should always be
open to the idea that they may,

in some way, be responsible
for what's happened.

Oh, no, no, no, no. We don't
have this in stock right now.

But luckily the supplier is doing a delivery
tomorrow, so I'll get on the phone and order it
up.

That's not lucky. We're going to lose
another day travelling back and forth.

You haven't checked out the back.

Never know. Might be out there.

So I checked the back. It's out of stock.
Like I said, I'll phone the suppliers.

Oh, hello again! Don't
worry, I'm not stalking you.

I'm not going to turn up in the middle
of the night, foot of your bed ... Grr!

Right, uh... I'll just
get this, then, please.

She could pick it up, bring
it to the farm, couldn't you?

Yeah, not quite sure what it is, but...

Dermot's prescription.
You wanted to see Ellie.

Well, I could come before work. Will you be paying
the delivery charge with cash or credit card?

Let's go.

Tomorrow, then.

Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow.

Bye, then!

Bye.

Seeing as we're asking favours, how
would you like to be on the radio,
talking about Healthy Eating Week?

You should ask the doc.

Unfortunately, he declined.

Unfortunately, I must decline too. We medical
professionals stick together. ?2.60, please.

- Got that?
- Yeah.

Jolly good.

Evening, Bert.

You off somewhere?

What?

The suitcase.

One of my favourite patients used to carry
his wife around in one just like that.

Well, parts of her, at least.

I'm going on holiday.

Anywhere nice?

I don't know.

You don't know if it's nice or
you don't know where you're going?

Both of them.

Hello.

Hello. Um... come in.

I can't stop, because I've
left James with Janice.

Oh.

Did you know Dr Timoney wanted
us to do couples therapy?

She had mentioned that
it as an option, yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't realise it was an issue.

Well, don't you think
it's a bit early for that?

I think that Dr Timoney ...

Has she addressed your blood phobia yet?

- We've discussed it ...
- What about your OCD?

- I don't ... - What about your
having to eat fish all the time?

What?

All I'm saying is, don't you think she
should sort out some of your problems first?

- She's trying to.
- Good.

Why don't you do that and maybe then
we can talk about the couples therapy.

Enjoy your fish.

Oh, you're a messy little pup, aren't you?

- Yes.
- Sorry I'm late.

- Yeah and you've made me late too and
it's my first day back at school. - It's
not my fault. The alarm didn't go off.

- Really
- OK, maybe it went off

and then maybe I turned it off

and kind of went back to sleep,
but the point is, I'm here now.

This doesn't bode very well.
You realise you're on trial?

To be fair, it's the first
time I've been late.

It's only your fourth day, Janice.

Do you know where everything is and what to
do? Call me if there are any problems, OK?

OK?

Bye, darling.

Leave me alone.

Go on, get back down. Get back down.

Just on my way to work.

Um... well, you're going
to be late, aren't you?

Yes, well have a good day then.

Yes. You too.

Oh. Janice is with James, and she's...
just keep an eye on her, will you?

Oh, go away!

Idiot dog.

Ruth.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm fine, thanks. I'm fine. I
just wondered how things were going.

Ah... not too busy.

That's what's concerning me. How many
guests have we got booked for this month?

Well, it takes time to build up a business,
a brand name to get ourselves out there.

So that's none, then.

Yeah, but I've seen enough of dad's businesses
go under to know the wrong way of doing things.

And I promise you, Ruth, I'm going
to turn this situation around.

Oh, by the way, how is your father?

I saw him yesterday
evening, acting very oddly.

Well, that's Dad for you, isn't it?

No, this was more than usual. Much
more. He seemed almost fractured.

Just like you swine.

- Melanie!
- Ellie!

How are you? Oh!

Oh, I like the hair. It looks good.

Yes. Um... Mum's in the house.

She says you're back doing the radio.

Yeah, for my sins. Trying to drag
Radio Portwenn into the 21st century.

Dead lucky, you are. I can't
wait to get out of here.

If I make up a CD of my songs, would you give
it a listen? Maybe even play it on your show?

Of course. I'd be happy to
hear anything you've got.

Go on, get the pig slop.

Them pigs need feeding.

Forgotten how busy you get round here.

'Cos you haven't visited for years.

Dermot didn't even manage to
get out of bed this morning.

First time he's not been up at the
crack of dawn since God knows when.

I've just come for my order.

Syringes, protective gloves, swabs.

How are you feeling today, Doc?

Oh, um...

Oh. Well, I know how that feels.

We're both in the same boat.

Abandoned and alone.

I've forgotten the swabs.

Well, don't worry, Doc.

I don't feel that way about you anymore.

Obviously, though, we are soul mates.

It just perhaps wasn't meant
to be in this lifetime.

- Yes, I have to - ... - Now, are you
eating properly? I could drop round
the odd casserole, if you'd like.

No, I wouldn't.

- It's no trouble. I cook for myself,
it's easy to make a little extra. - No.

Oh, please. I can't be...

He's not in his bed.

Oh. Maybe he's feeling better.

I know where he'll be. Stupid man.

Dermot?

What's going on? Are you OK?

I fell.

What are you doing?

I had to feed 'em.

- I told you Ellie was doing that.
- Well, she didn't, did she?

- I heard them getting in a right state.
- They're won't bite?

They're sensitive creatures. Smart, too.

Unlike you. Come on. Get up.

I can't.

Dermot?

Just give me the bloody pills.

It's getting worse.

Shall I call the doc?

The bugger won't come.

He will if it's an emergency.
I think this qualifies.

Hey! What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm
trying to shift this piece of junk.

That's my dad's fridge.

Not any more, it isn't.

Didn't he tell you? He's gone
bust, handed it all over.

Give us a hand, will
you? Thing weighs a ton.

Yeah, thanks for the help, then!

In here, Doc.

It's like fate, our
paths crossing like this.

- Makes you think, doesn't it.
- No, it doesn't. Out of the way.

- Doctor.
- Yes.

Mr Bell, let's have a look at you.

Your temperature's raised.
Has your erysipelas spread?

A bit.

Let's have a look.

Cor, that's more than a bit.
No wonder you could barely walk.

I told you to stay in bed.

I had to check on the pigs.

Oh, for God's sake.

Right. Let's get him inside.

On my count. One, two, three.

- Oh!
- Oh...

Oh, God.

And again.

The restaurant is shut.

The insides have been stripped and he's
not answering his phone or anything.

And he didn't mention
anything about it to you?

No. I mean, the last time we spoke,
he said everything was going fine.

And now here I am, wasting all this time

chasing around after him, when I
should be concentrating on the B&B.

Do you know how many
guests we've got this month?

None?

None. Yeah.

You wanna do a spot on the radio.
That new DJ, Melanie, she's on the
lookout for local interest stories.

Not sure I'd qualify for that.

Oh, you would. And you do.

Tomorrow, half-past four.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Nice one.

This is called outrageous orange.

But they should call it 'total babe'
make-up, because that's the effect it has.

Probably your mum, checking I haven't
thrown you out with the bath water.

Sorry to disturb, just to let you
know you left your pram outside.

It's risky, that. A lot of
opportunists round here.

- Who'd steal a pram?
- You'd be surprised.

If it's not nailed down, it's fair game.

Yeah, you're probably right. Louisa
would kill me if it got nicked.

Oh, no.

I locked myself out.

- Don't you have a key? - Obviously,
it's inside, or I wouldn't be locked out.

James, don't panic, OK?

Your husband needs intravenous
antibiotics immediately

and fluids to stabilise his blood pressure.
He needs a short spell in hospital.

That's very difficult, with the pigs.

The bacteria in his blood system
will release enough toxins

to cause tissue damage and major organ
failure. How would the pigs like that?

- Right, then.
- I'll call an ambulance.

You're going to have to pull your weight
around here now. It's just you and me.

You have to do Dad's work.

But I told Melanie I'd
make her a CD of my music.

That's not important right now.

You can do your silly
music when you're older.

Please, Ellie. Don't
you test me. Not today.

I told her we should leave a key under the mat.
Louisa will be home from work any minute now.

Sh. It's all about
listening to the tumblers.

You just have to wait for the... click.

Piece of cake.

It's still locked! I am so dead.

I could have sworn I heard a click
or something. It's a minor setback.

Becky Trevean!

- What's up?
- The law requires your assistance.

There's a vulnerable infant involuntarily
incarcerated on the premises.

Can you unlock the door?

Credit card.

Visa or MasterCard?

Oh, thank God.

Er...

Normally, I would arrest you for that.

But I'll just give you a warning.

- Tosser.
- I heard that.

Blooming heck, you've
been busy, haven't you?

It's just as well you're due a bath.

I'll take that.

Thank you, Joe. I owe you, big time.

Well, it wasn't really...

You're welcome.

Any time.

We'll start you on a course of
corticosteroids. Prednisone.

I'll keep you monitored and taper
the dosage off after four weeks.

And continue to taper it off over
the following year. Yes, I know.

How are you coping?

I was looking forward to
London. The hustle, the bustle.

But slowing down doesn't
mean coming to a standstill.

And you?

Yes, well, I'm concerned for you.

With Dr Timoney. The whole process.

Um... she suggested that Louisa
and I attend therapy as a couple.

Interesting choice.

But she's a smart woman. You'd
do well to listen to her.

Louisa's not keen.

And I don't want to push her in that
way, in case it causes more problems.

What is it that YOU want, though?

I just want the whole mess over with.

What are you doing?

Well, I was going to
try to give you a hug.

Oh.

There's your prescription.

Ellie.

Everything OK?

I had a big fight with Mum and...

I ran away.

Where did you sleep? Oh, God, look,
you're shivering like anything. Come on.

Is it all right if I come in?

Yes, of course.

Good morning, James.

How are you?

Fine. I was giving James a bath last
night, and I noticed this spot on his foot.

I thought it was a mole,
but it's a funny colour.

Hm.

What is it? You look worried.

Is it serious?

No. It's nail varnish.

Oh, James. What are you
doing with nail varnish?

Have you thought any more
about Dr Timoney's suggestion?

Probably best that she sorts
your problems out first, I think.

Doc! Doc! I need some help here.

What's going on?

She collapsed on my doorstep.

Right. Come through.

Did you sleep outside all night?

Under a tree.

Wasn't very clever, was it?

Open your mouth. Look up. Up.

Hm. Some rest and some hot drinks. You
have a touch of streptococcal pharyngitis.

Oh, my God. What am I
going to tell her parents?

It's commonly known as strep
throat. It lasts two to three days.

I didn't know that.

That doesn't surprise me.

There's lots of people out there who
aren't aware of such things. Imagine
if they had a way of finding out...

through the medium of radio, say?

Hm. Keep warm. Plenty of fluids.

Don't exercise. Stay in bed until
the fever passes. Avoid irritants.

You can stay with me until
you're better. I'll call your mum.

I hope she's not gonna be too mad at me.

No, don't worry about that.
I got through. I just...

Joe... I want to report a missing person.

Do you know if that Janice is single?

What?

No, just wondering. Not
for me. For a friend.

Did you hear the bit where I said I
wanted to report a missing person?

I was just multi-tasking.

Right. Name.

Dad.

I haven't seen him for a couple of days. The
last time we spoke was on Friday, I think.

- Have you tried the restaurant?
- Obviously.

- Jennifer would know where he is. - I sent her
a message. Her phone's off. No reply, nothing.

Have you tried his house?

Can we just assume I've done all the normal
things like phoning and checking his usual haunts?

It's unlike dad just
to take off like this.

Well, I'll put out an APB on it.

Well, by that I mean I'll keep an eye out.

I wouldn't worry. I had a
cousin this happened to.

Everything was gone ... clothes,
car, no trace, nothing.

And where were they?

Actually, we never did find him.

Where are you going?

I'm not going to find
your dad in here, am I?

I've got to go out there, on the beat.

Morning. How's the little one today?

Keeping a firm grip on him.
We're off down the beach.

No!

Oh, yes, we are.

No, I mean, what a coincidence.

I'm heading down that way myself. Got
to patrol the beach... for litterers.

The more the merrier, then.

- Louisa.
- Hello, Ruth.

Welcome back.

Yeah, it was good to get
away. You know, a bit of sun.

A double shot espresso
to take away, please.

I'll just have a tea.

Um...

I erm... I met Dr Timoney.

Oh, yeah?

Hm. Yeah. She wasn't
quite what I expected.

- In what way?
- Well she's very young.

Yeah?

Just seems a bit odd. You have
to question her life experience.

- I see. - And she wants me to get all
involved, you know, see us together.

And you're not keen?

It feels like she's trying to blame me for
things and I feel like I'm being judged.

Is that wrong? Is that irrational?

Well, I can understand your concern, Louisa,
but I'm surprised you're not more curious.

I would have thought you'd wanted
to hear what he really thinks,

or at least put your side across.

* Radio

* Radio Portwenn *

Apples, pears, oranges, hamburgers.

Which is the odd one out?

The answer might surprise you...

after this song.

- Is Ellie with you? - It's OK. She's
at home. Doc told her to get some rest.

She hates me.

Oh, come on. She's a
teenager. She hates everyone.

I was trying to make her understand that we've
got a farm. She's got to pull her weight.

She's so wrapped up in this
dream about being a singer.

Well you used to want to be a dancer.
Do you remember? You were mad about it.

Yeah, well, I married Dermot, didn't I?

I had a choice to make and it wasn't easy.

Exactly. It was your choice. Your
decision. Nobody else's. You've just
got to let Ellie find her own way.

I miss that, you know...
you talking straight to me.

Suppose we've just been so busy.

Well, you can always phone the radio.
Got a daily call-in, three to four.

Oh, no.

Hamburgers. Hamburgers
is the right answer.

Healthy Eating Week, loud
and live on Radio Portwenn.

Now, next up we have Cardiff's
own Michael Barratt.

Who, you may ask.

Well, you may remember him
better as the Welsh Elvis himself,

Mr Shakin' Stevens.

So how is Dermot doing, anyway?

Well, he's on the mend, slowly.

He wanted to check out this
morning, but I put my foot down.

He's so stubborn.

Sounds like he's not the only
one ignoring doctor's orders.

Ellie.

I'm feeling better.

Are you mad at me?

Yes. No.

Sort of.

No. No, I'm not.

I suppose you want to take me home.

Well, actually, I'm thinking of
hiring someone to help us out,

just while your dad gets back on his feet.

No, no need to rush back.

So I can stay here for a bit?

Well, if it's all right with Melanie.

Yeah. Hey, you can help
me out in the studio.

It's driving me mad, doing everything by
myself. No wonder the last one went Bodmin.

I could sing some of my songs.

Excellent. Hey, you never know, you
might be the next Barbara Dickson.

I've looked everywhere. I've
asked everyone I can think of.

It's like Dad has just disappeared.

Well, you can't worry about that now.

You've got to focus on your radio slot.

So, tell me about your business.

Oh, Portwenn Fishing Holidays
is a unique opportunity

for guided fresh and sea water
fishing, in stunning surroundings.

How do you respond to accusations
that recreational fishing

can be damaging to the conservation
and welfare of marine life?

Er... what?

She's not going to ask that.

You never know. Gotta
keep you on your toes.

I'll be fine. It's just talking, isn't it?

What are you doing? Don't sit there.

- Sorry, Doc. - Al's going to
be on the radio. - Stop talking.

Mrs French, go in there. Al, go out there.

Good luck.

So that's your fader there.

Now, there's your mic.

This is for cueing up the next song, like
an emergency button, in case of dead air.

Dead air?

Silence. It's basically your
worst nightmare for radio.

Oh, Al. Hi, thanks for coming in.

- Yeah. - So you're going to
talk about your new venture.

Excuse me.

Melanie.

Is that dead air?

Oh, God!

And now we have our special
guest for Healthy Eating Week,

here to talk about his new venture
and how it could change your life.

Al Large.

Hello. Oh...

Hello.

Right, Al.

Now, your girlfriend told me that your new
business venture is to do with fishing holidays.

What girlfriend?

Morwenna?

Er... no, Morwenna's not my girlfriend.

I mean, she's a girl, and she's my
friend, but she's not my girlfriend.

Right, OK, so Al, tell us
about your new business.

Er... well, technically,
it's not just my business.

- I share it with my partner, Ruth.
- Oh, so she's your girlfriend.

No, er... business partner,
not partner partner.

So she's not your girlfriend either?

Morwenna is not my girlfriend.

Ruth is not my girlfriend.

I don't have a girlfriend.

OK, well, if there's anyone out there for sad
old Al, pick up the phone and give us a call.

Now. Al.

Portwenn Fishing Holidays
... tell us about it.

Er...

What sort of fish can
people expect to catch?

There's erm... there's sea trout.

Ooh!

Yeah, er... no.

Sorry, not sea trout, unless we're at sea.

Which we could be, because
it's very close, the sea.

Right.

Al, don't you have a lake?

- Yes.
- Oh, good. Nice.

So what could you expect to catch there?

Er... brown trout.

Right. Anything else?

Er... rainbow trout.

Al, sum it up for me.

What can these lucky fisher people expect
to take away from this fabulous holiday?

Erm...

fish.

Wonderful. Thank you, Al, and I'm sure people
will be flocking to see your new venture.

Fish ... an excellent source of Omega
3 fats, and good for the heart.

And now, coming up we have
something that's good for the ears,

in the shape of up-and-coming singer-songwriter
Ellie Bell. Hello, how are you?

I'm OK ... I'm... I'm OK.

This is a song what I wrote.

It's about pigs.

Hey! Hey, Dad. Hey!

Pete?

What are you doing in Dad's van?

I part-exchanged it with
him, needed good suspension.

Part-exchanged it for what?

- My campervan.
- Well, do you know where he is now?

Whole point of a campervan ... could
be anywhere. The road is your oyster.

Pete.

I did warn him it had engine issues,
so he won't be going far. Last I
seen him, he was at Luggers Point.

I er... heard you on the radio.

Prat.

Cheers, Pete.

* You say...

* You say they're smart

* And sensitive

* And very sweet as well

* And I know you wish I was like them

* It's no secret, I can tell *

* You make me crawl

* Just like a swine

* Every breath is a waste of time

* And I tried to rise

* Stand on my own two feet

* So I'm not broken

* Still complete

* You make me crawl

* Crawl...

Oh!

Ellie? Ellie!

Oh, my God. She's collapsed.

Anyone. Someone. Help.

Call the doctor now.

Ellie. Wake up, Ellie. Ellie!

- Nausea?
- Doc, emergency. Radio station.

- What's happened? - Ellie Bell collapsed.
They're not sure if she's breathing.

Um... Right. Hold that.

Oi, Doc!

Out of the way! Stay by the telephone.
And don't let the patients leave.

Hi!

Hi.

Hello, James.

Have you had a lovely day?

He liked the beach. Got
a water baby, you have.

You weren't letting him
play with nail varnish today?

- That was an accident. - I'm not
comfortable with the word accident
in close proximity to my child.

Didn't know you were joining
us. I'd have got you one.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'm
keeping a close eye on James, I promise.

He was only in the house alone
for minutes ... five at the most.

What? You left James alone?

Someone rang the bell, and I
got locked out and then I...

Despite her distress, she handled
the situation very professionally.

Thanks, Joe, could you
just give us a minute?

- Just keep her airway open!
- Martin?

- I can't stop!
- Do you need a hand, Doc?

What... Janice...

Look, I know I'm fired.

No, no you're not fired. But I
have to be able to trust you.

Please, please don't do that again.

You got it. OK?

OK, I'm going to take
this one back for his bath.

- And I'll see you tomorrow.
- See you.

OK. Bye.

Say bye. Bye-bye.

Oh, Doc, thank God.

What's wrong with her, Doc?

There's no blockage.

It's just swollen.

She's having difficulty breathing.

She's stopped breathing. I'm going
to have to do a cricothyroidotomy.

- A what?
- An emergency tracheotomy.

You will have to help me.

Get another cushion.

We're on air, so I've
got to put a record on.

No, you've got to help me.
I need another cushion.

What's going on?

Something's happened at the
radio station. Doc's there.

I don't care. Quickly. Now.

If you're listening at home, we
are having a bit of an emergency.

What are you doing with that scalpel, Doc?

Feeling for the top of
the cricoid cartilage.

Ooh...

Come here. Stand here.

Come here.

Hold this.

- What?
- Hold it!

The doc has made a hole in the throat.

I am now assisting him. Erm...

He is removing, um... a plastic bag,

in which, um... there is a plastic tube.

- What are you going to be doing
with that? - Stop talking.

- I've been told to stop talking,
so I will now keep quiet. - Shut up!

Is she all right?

No, she's still not breathing.

God, Ellie. Ellie, please breathe.

Please breathe, Ellie. God.

Ellie.

Ellie, we love you so much. Your
mum and dad love you. I love you.

You can come back in the studio any
time and sing whatever you like.
Just please breathe, Ellie. Please.

Why have you stopped? What's happened?

Is she dead?

No, she's breathing on her own.

Oh, this is Radio Portwenn, live.

A bit too live.

What happened to her, Doc?

Uh... it's epiglottitis,
a throat infection.

She stopped breathing because
of a throat infection?

It's a bacterial infection. It
appears as a sore throat and usually
goes away without any trouble,

unless a patient is run down or doesn't
obey her doctor and stay home and rest.

Then the epiglottis inflames
and shuts down the airway.

But she's going to be OK now?

Yes. Yes, her brain wasn't
deprived of oxygen for too long.

She'll need to go to hospital, though.

Infection.

It can strike at any time and without
warning. Another reason to eat healthily.

All right. Show's over. Sit down, please.

And the doc will be back next
week to talk about his ideal diet.

Will you please leave me alone?

That's your daddy.

That's your daddy.

Dad?

Dad?

I have been looking for you for days.

You've not answered your phone,
the restaurant... it's all shut.

I just needed some peace and
quiet. Some time off, right?

What?

What's happened?

This happened.

It's Jennifer.

She's not coming back.

She's been offered a permanent
position in Blackpool.

Oh.

- So you're gonna move
up there, then? - No.

She's decided it's better if
we... how did she put it, now?

It's better if we go our separate ways.

Oh.

Oh.

Bloody hell, Dad.

I'm sorry.

Why did you Sellotape it back together?

To remind me not to hang on, not
to wait, to carry on with my life.

I mean, that's what we do Large boys
do ... we bounce back. We carry on.

No, we don't.

We try, and we fail.

And we end up worse off
than we were before.

I mean, look at me. I went on the radio
today to try to promote my business.

- I know. I heard. You were very good.
- I was terrible.

You were memorable. That's what counts.

I don't know how you can be
so optimistic all the time.

You lost your fiance,

you lost your business,

you're living in a campervan.

You've just got to see
it through my eyes, boy.

'Tain't all bad.

Hello.

Sorry. I just dropped some things off.

I heard you on the radio.

Right.

Yeah.

Well...

good night.

So I was thinking about the therapy.

And if you really think it's a good idea,
then, you know, I should give it a try.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

It's a means to an end.

Or a new beginning.

Er... right, then.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I want you to embrace three times a day.

And make a positive
statement to each other.

Time to move this eyesore.
There's been complaints, Bert.

That is discrimination.

- Out of the way. - Arh! - Careful.

- Clive. He's back.
- Clive?

- He's returned? - Yes. And he
wants us to get back together.

Your dress is lovely.

- Thank you, Martin.
- You're welcome.