(piano music) ♪ (pensive music) ♪ (dog barks) ♪ Hold on a second, guys.

♪ Oh!

(grunting) ♪ (dogs barking) ♪ Oh, Toby, give me a hand.

Right, let's have a look.

(crying) Yeah, there's definitely another one coming through.

Look, his gums are pink.

-Yeah.

-And sore.

(Louisa) I know.

That teething gel clearly didn't work or he wouldn't have been up half the night.

(Martin) Yes, I agree.

(dog barks) Oh, look, really.

In here, must you?

Go on, get out.

Honestly.

Come on, this way.

(Louisa) Well, my mother used to rub some whisky onto my gums.

(Martin) That doesn't surprise me, she's a dipsomaniac.

(Louisa) No, she's not, Martin.

In your basket.

Anyway, it was just a thought.

You know I've got my class in Truro tomorrow.

-Yes?

-So is it okay if I swap with you and take James to nursery this morning instead?

Uh, yes, that's fine.

-Good.

-Good.

Right, well, hopefully we'll have time to stop at the pub on the way.

What?

Whisky.

(Martin) Oh, yes, yes.

Very good.

(Toby) Because if it is, it needs to be verified.

(chatter) -Auntie Angela.

-Yes?

-How old is this building?

-Uh, I don't know.

But this is the nephew I told you about.

My younger brother's boy, Toby.

-Welcome to Portwenn.

-Are you the Head?

Are you going to be teaching me or is someone else?

(Louisa) I am the Head, yes, and I will be teaching you sometimes.

(Angela) Thank you for taking him.

He usually stays with cousins in Wales but they're away too, so I've got him for two weeks.

(Toby) My parents are in Dubai.

Have you ever been to Dubai?

They call people who live there Dubaians.

What do they call people who live in Portwenn?

(Angela) Lots of things.

Toby, just be quiet for a minute.

-How's the new surgery going?

-I'm still setting up.

(Louisa) Well, it's good you're going to be close to the village.

Let's find someone to introduce you to.

Ella?

Would you mind showing Toby around?

-Yes, Miss.

-Go on.

-She'll look after you.

-Okay.

Bye-bye, Auntie Angela.

(Angela) He's a smart boy.

Difficult to handle sometimes.

My brother thinks he might have ADHD.

-Has he been assessed for it?

-Not that I know of.

(Louisa) I'll keep an eye on him and I'll call you -if there are any problems.

-I'd appreciate that.

Right, lots of work to do.

Bye, Toby.

(bell ringing) (teacher) All right, come on, then.

Let's get you inside.

(mellow music) (grunting) -Are you okay?

-It's my ear.

Sleeping on a camp bed by a draughty window.

(Caitlin) Well, if you wake up and need to come disturb me, I won't kick up a fuss.

Like two bugs in a rug we'd be.

(Bert) I can't hear out of this one now.

(Caitlin) Rub under the ear.

(soft music) You just need a tender touch.

(Bert) I reckon the Doc can sort this out.

(mellow music) ♪ (Sally) You should go and see the doctor, Mrs. O'Donnell.

Get a proper diagnosis.

(Lily) It's just a cold thing.

There's a lot of it around.

Cough sweets will be fine, blackcurrant.

All right.

Good morning, Ruth.

Cherry, lemon.

Blackcurrant must be 'round the back.

One moment.

(Lily) I don't really have time to see doctors.

Walter and I have a big exhibition coming up at the Delabole Arts Center.

(Ruth) Oh, congratulations.

(Lily) That's one of Walter's paintings.

My sculptures are on the back.

'Course, he had to be on the front.

(Sally) Look, it's right here on the middle shelf.

(coughing) Do I have to do everything myself?

Here you go.

(Lily) Thank you.

(beep) Thank you.

(coughing) There you go.

(Ruth) Have you got a new assistant back there, Sally?

No.

I was just muttering to myself.

As you do.

I'll have to order this.

You'll have to come back tomorrow.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

(Martin) Is it a dull or a sharp ache?

(Bert) Mostly dull, then sharp, then dull again.

(Martin) There's some redness and swelling in the tympanic membrane.

-Sounds bad.

-It's not.

(Bert) Don't have anything for stress while I'm here, do you, Doc?

Chippy Miller told me about this "mindfulness" thing.

Said it would help to calm my nerves, put myself "in the moment."

Antibiotics.

It should clear up in a few days.

-Chippy Miller also-- -Just go.

♪ (Chippy) Oh, well, I blame the ten pints I had.

-See you later.

-Al.

-Good to see you last night.

-Oh, thanks for stopping by.

-There's more 'round the front.

-I wanted to ask you about your whisky.

-You said you made it yourself?

-Yeah.

Well, it's Large Whisky, it's in the name.

(Rob) Did I tell you my dad got kicked by a horse?

(Al) No, no, you didn't, and I'm sorry.

(Rob) Yeah, he got laid up at home, realized he quite liked it, so he's retiring and handing over the running of the pubs to me.

-Oh.

-Camborne, Bude, Padstow.

And we've just opened one in St. Ives.

-Well... -So, what do you think?

(Al) Well done.

(Rob) No, about your whisky.

I was wanting to buy some.

(Al) Oh, well, sure.

I mean, obviously I'll have to talk to my partners first.

(Rob) Obviously, yeah.

Here.

I had some business cards made up.

(Al) Oh, right.

(Rob) Good, aren't they?

That font is called Impact.

-Right.

-So, I was thinking we could start the ball rolling with three cases.

-Three cases?

-A month, yeah.

See how we do for starters.

♪ (teacher) Lots of talking, this one.

All through class and after.

(Louisa) I'll wait with him until Angela gets here.

You get off home.

(Toby) Do you know how much the Brachiosaurus eats every day -to survive?

-I don't, Toby, no.

(Toby) More or less than a Diplodocus?

(Louisa) Um, your aunt will be here soon.

Let's ask her.

(Toby) My favorite dinosaur is the Apatosaurus.

-What's yours?

-Gosh, I don't know.

Perhaps a Brontosaurus.

(Toby) They're the same thing.

Didn't you know that?

(Louisa) Toby, I can't be an expert at everything, can I?

Gosh, you do like to ask a lot of questions, don't you?

But I think that's enough for now.

(Toby) I suppose so.

I was an early talker.

Dad said I started and never stopped.

(Louisa) Really?

(Toby groans) Are you okay?

(Toby) A bit of a headache, sore throat.

(Angela) Sorry.

Tricky ovariectomy, made trickier by not knowing where any of my instruments are.

All set?

Let's go.

(Louisa) Angela, Toby's not feeling very well.

He's got a sore throat and I think he's got a temperature.

You should take him up to see Martin.

(quirky music) ♪ (Angela) Mm.

Pale gums.

Van, now.

(coughing) (Louisa) See you soon.

Bye, Toby.

♪ (Sally) Months they must have been there.

Mm?

Oh, you'll be the death of me, you really will.

-Sal?

-Oh!

Oh, hello.

Uh, how can I help you, Bert?

(Bert) I need some antibiotics for my ear.

Who were you arguing with back there?

(Sally) I don't know what you mean.

I think I know what's going on.

I went through this myself when I lost my darling wife.

I often thought I heard her in the next room and if I cried out her name-- ooh, spooky.

-Really?

-At least I had Al.

But you're here all alone.

-Must be hard.

-No, it's not hard.

I have customers coming in all the time.

Right now, I am engaged in conversation with you.

(Bert) Now, I know I'm not an authority on this stuff, but it seems to me, at some point, you're gonna have to face facts.

Clive's gone.

And carrying on as if nothing's happened, well, not the best way forward.

-£8.60.

-Sal.

(Sally) Everyone is so quick with the advice.

Because they care.

But you can't shut people out, Sal.

(Sally) You have paid for your goods.

-You can go now.

-Sal.

(Sally) No, I'm closed for stock-taking.

-Go on, out.

-Sal.

(Sally) No, I'm closed for stock-taking, Mr. Large.

Thank you, good day.

♪ Drugs.

-Drugs.

-Ooh!

(mellow music) (Sally) Take your drugs and leave me alone.

(Martin) Morwenna, can you make a follow-up appointment for Mrs. Gleebles in two weeks' time, please.

(Morwenna) No problem, Jan. (Martin) Oh, ahh!

(Angela) Finally succumbed to his charms, I see.

I'm glad you opened your heart to him.

(Martin) Get that dog out of here, Morwenna.

-Who's this?

-It's my nephew.

He only arrived yesterday.

My guess is tonsillitis.

(Martin) Is it?

Come through.

Open your mouth.

Look up.

Are there any illnesses going around at your school?

(Angela) Not that I know of.

(Martin) Do you have a rash anywhere?

Can he talk?

(Angela) I told him if he keeps his mouth shut for half an hour, I'd cook him his favorite tea.

Speak.

Do you have a rash?

-Yes.

-Where?

Undo your shirt.

Do you like being a doctor?

It must be good helping people.

I think I'd like to be a doctor.

-Really?

-When did you decide that's what you wanted to be?

Were you younger or older than I am now?

-Much younger.

-I think-- (Angela claps once) -Works with dogs too.

-Oh.

-Here.

-What are you doing?

-Giving him a sweetie.

-Well, don't.

He isn't really a dog.

How long have you had that cold?

(Angela) Oh, I'm fine.

I'm here for him.

(Martin) Do your shirt up.

(Angela) So I was right, was I?

-Tonsillitis?

-No, scarlet fever.

But it is also caused by a Group A strep infection.

-So I was close.

-There aren't degrees of right and wrong in medicine.

You either are or you aren't.

Open your mouth.

Scarlet fever's extremely infectious for the first 24 hours.

-Oh.

So no school, then?

-Certainly not.

He'll need a course of antibiotics and plenty of fluids and rest.

♪ Right.

♪ That goes into there.

'Round there.

Cools down there.

Over here.

♪ Where does that go?

♪ (Louisa) Just sent an email 'round to parents asking them to look out for symptoms of scarlet fever.

(Martin) Well done.

(Louisa) So, what did you think of Toby?

-Which one's Toby?

-He's the boy -with scarlet fever.

-I can't discuss my patients.

(Louisa) I know, but his father thinks he might have ADHD.

(Martin) He'll need to be properly assessed -by a child psychiatrist.

-Yes, but I just wondered if you'd noticed anything because he has been a bit disruptive in school today.

(Martin) He might just be naturally irritating.

Lots of children are.

(James crying) (Louisa) You don't think James is irritating, do you?

(Martin) No, of course not.

(Louisa) Well, he's still awake.

I'm gonna try the teething ring with him tonight because that gel's just not working.

I was talking to Mel about it.

She's got lots of kids teething at the nursery and she suggested a bracelet of amber beads.

-Oh, for God's sake.

-No, it's worth a look.

She gave me a leaflet.

Authentic Baltic Amber bracelet.

40 to 50 million years old.

Yeah, I'm not sure how it works, though.

(Martin) It doesn't, it's a placebo for desperate parents.

There's no proven benefits to it whatsoever.

(Louisa) Let's just wait until we're desperate, then.

♪ Ah... ♪ (water running) Ah... (dramatic music) (sustained whistle) ♪ Uh... ♪ Oh... No.

Ah... Huh?

(shouts) (loud rumbling) (mellow music) ♪ (coughing) ♪ I've put a change of clothes and some sun cream in his bag 'cause it's meant to get hot later.

I'm just so tired.

I hope I don't fall asleep during the lecture.

(Martin) Trying holding your breath for 15 seconds.

That should keep you awake.

-Martin.

-Oh.

(Sally) Well, Clive, why is there a teaspoon in here?

Teaspoons are not... Sally!

It's Ruth.

I need to pick up my medication.

Sally?

Look, I'd really rather not stand here talking to a pair of curtains.

Come down, please.

(footsteps) I'm closed for stock-taking.

(Ruth) No, you really shouldn't shut yourself away like that.

When are you opening again?

I don't know.

(Ruth) Were you talking to Clive yesterday?

(Sally) Clive's dead.

Anyhow, that's the sort of thing only a crazy person would do.

If you're going to close the shop all day, you really must put a notice in the window.

Thank you, Ruth.

Good day, Ruth, and goodbye, Ruth.

♪ Dr. Ellingham?

I was hoping to have a word.

(Martin) Come to the surgery like everyone else.

(Walter) About my uveitis.

All right, let me see.

Show me.

Oh.

Why didn't you come back to the surgery?

(Walter) I haven't had time.

I was focusing on finishing my painting.

Some folk just paint the ocean, Doc.

I paint what the ocean feels.

Yeah, well, just come to the surgery.

(Ruth) Martin, there really is a problem with Mrs. Tishell.

-What sort of problem?

-Well, she's been avoiding dealing with Clive's death, burying her emotions, and now she seems to be talking to Clive.

-Under the circumstances-- -I know, a relatively normal reaction, but not the way she's going about it.

Is she there now?

It looks closed.

That's because she's shut herself inside.

And with her history of self-medication-- (Martin) Um, all right, yes.

I'll go and see her.

(knocking) Mrs. Tishell.

Mrs. Tishell, you have prescriptions belonging to patients of mine.

Please open up.

-Mrs. Tishell!

-What's happening?

(startles) (Martin) Uh, the chemist's is closed.

(Angela) Yeah, well, I could tell that from the way you were hammering on the door.

(Martin) Mm, did you pick up that prescription for Jimmy?

Toby, yeah, I got it in Wadebridge.

I forgot to get some vapor rub.

-He doesn't need any vapor rub.

-It's for me.

Right, well, bring him to see me tomorrow when he's no longer infectious.

And we can talk about that cough.

No need, I'm fine.

Oh... (knocking) Mrs. Tishell?

Mrs. Tishell!

(pensive music) (Caitlin) There you go, my dear.

♪ I could cook us a meal tonight.

(Bert) Oh, no, please don't go to any trouble.

(Caitlin) It's no trouble at all.

It gets lonely, eating on my own.

Bottle of wine.

Some company.

See where the night takes us.

(Bert) Usually when I finish work, I'm ready for bed.

(Caitlin) Well, that's an option, I s'pose.

Saves on the washing up.

♪ Cards on the table.

I'm a woman.

You're a man.

(Bert) Factually speaking, you're correct.

(Al) Oh, sorry, bad timing.

(Bert) No, no.

Family emergency.

Oi, Al!

Wait.

♪ Al.

Hang on, boy.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

What you do with your personal life-- (Bert) I'm glad you interrupted.

It's like living with an octopus.

I'm also glad you dropped by.

It's about time we started mending our fences.

(Al) Well, I'm still not happy with you.

But I've had an offer-- Rob Hellier.

(Bert) We never really got on with that family.

(Al) No, but he wants to buy three cases of Large Whisky a month.

(Bert) Then again, I might have been too quick to judge.

(Al) Yeah.

The problem is, I can't set the still up.

-No, don't--don't laugh.

-I knew it.

I knew you'd come back for me sooner or later.

(Al) Well, I haven't spoken to Ruth yet, and if she says no to you being involved, then it's not happening, you understand?

-She will be fine.

-Oh, Dad, it is that kind of attitude that got you into trouble in the first place.

So let me take the lead on this.

Or you can just stay here and keep playing shop with Caitlin.

♪ (chatter) (woman) My daughter's got a headache.

(chatter) (Morwenna) They got an email from the school about a scarlet fever outbreak.

(Martin) Right, stop talking.

Initial indications are headaches, high temperatures, and sore throats followed by a blotchy red rash.

If any of your children does not have these symptoms, please leave the surgery immediately.

And if anyone has not come into direct contact with the carrier, please also leave.

(murmur) Mr. O'Donnell.

That's you, yes.

No, leave all that there.

Don't need that.

(Walter) Could you look after it, please?

Very valuable.

(Martin) No, your eyes are still very inflamed.

They don't look any better than they did the last time you came to see me.

(Walter) The drops worked well to start with and then they became less effective.

Did you complete the course?

I may have missed the odd dose here and there.

We've been very preoccupied.

(Martin) I'll write you a new prescription but you need to complete it.

And I'll refer you to an ophthalmic consultant.

Well, I hope that does the trick, Doc.

I need my eyes more than most folk.

As an artist I see things the common man misses.

You might not see anything at all unless you follow my advice.

You'll need to go to the chemist in Wadebridge.

(Walter) Oh, that's going to be hard, what with the exhibition coming up and that.

(Martin) You just need to prioritize, Mr. O'Donnell.

If I were you I'd be more concerned with losing your sight for good than a presentation of your art.

Helen Highwater.

Go through.

(Morwenna) I'm collecting a few people's medication for them.

If you give me the £8.60, I can drop it 'round first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

You know what?

I'm going to put you on the guest list.

Lily's exhibiting her sculptures too.

They're on the back.

Um, that's very kind of you but I'm okay, thanks.

(Walter) No, no, no, I insist.

(mellow music) ♪ (knocking) ♪ (Ruth) What can I do for you, Al?

(Al) Could we talk about the whisky?

(Ruth) Yes, come in.

(Al) I just--I just thought it ended on the wrong note.

And maybe if there was an opportunity to do it right... (Ruth) You're proposing starting it up again?

(Al) Well, yes, but there's a very good reason.

There's been an order for some cases.

-Yes.

-But you need your father to get involved because you don't know how to work the still and you're worried about how I'll react.

He's here, isn't he?

-Hello, boy.

-Ah.

I told you I would speak to Ruth first.

(Bert) I reckoned I was old enough and wise enough to apologize to her myself, which I've done, honestly and sincerely.

(Al) Well, you could have told me first, okay?

With this new order, I'm willing to give it a go, on a month by month basis.

-Really?

-Any decisions, I have the final say.

(Bert) See?

All good, then.

(Louisa) Sorry I'm late.

I had some questions for Sam after the tutorial and he was explaining some things that were actually quite interesting.

-Really?

-Yeah.

He was saying that all babies are initially dominated by instinctive selfish urges for immediate gratification.

It's what they call the id.

(Martin) Rudimentary Freudian psychology.

Doesn't he cover that sort of thing within class hours?

Mostly, yes.

I just had a few questions.

You bought a bracelet.

(Martin) Uh, no, I didn't.

James had it on when I collected him from nursery.

That woman said he'd been wearing it all day.

He seemed quite attached to it so I let him keep it on till he went to bed.

-And how did he go down?

-He went fast asleep.

Oh.

It's nothing to do with the bracelet.

He was tired.

She suggested he keep it on in bed.

She wouldn't know a choking hazard if she choked on one.

(Louisa) Oh, Martin.

She means well.

(Martin) Mm.

Up until the 1950s, they used to rub calomel powder onto the gums of teething children, giving them mercury poisoning-- I'm sure they meant well too.

(Louisa) Is it true Mrs. Tishell didn't open today?

(Martin) Yes.

Locked herself up until further notice, apparently.

Oh, that's terrible.

Can't you do anything?

I knocked on her door but she didn't answer.

Martin, you need to speak to her properly.

We all know what happened the last time -she went a little bit odd.

-How can I speak to her if she won't open the door?

(Louisa) She trusts your medical opinion.

Lead with that.

Say... that you need her advice on something.

(Martin) What on earth would I need Mrs. Tishell's advice on?

You don't.

It's just a way of getting inside.

Well... ♪ (man) Uh... (horn honking) Excuse me.

You're-- Ex--excuse me.

Excuse me, you're blocking the road!

You're gonna have to move!

(Angela) Oh, don't be ridiculous.

There's plenty of room.

Here, have one of my leaflets.

(man) I don't want this.

I don't have any pets.

(horn honking) Go on!

(driver) Shut the tailgate!

Move!

You're in the way!

(driver) Thank you!

(Louisa) He seems so much better.

I think he should wear the bracelet again today.

-Really?

-Where is it?

Why's it not there?

Oh, Buddy.

-Oh.

-Look, so cheeky.

Buddy, good boy.

That's it.

Give it to me.

Buddy.

Buddy, come on, come on.

Give it here.

Come on, Buddy.

Ugh!

-No!

-For God's sake.

(Louisa) Oh, Martin, I'll do this.

You should go and speak to Mrs. Tishell before the surgery starts.

(frustrated sigh) Don't forget to wash your hands.

(Louisa) Thank you.

(frustrated grunt) ♪ (knocking) Mrs. Tishell.

Mrs. Tishell, it's Dr. Ellingham.

There's a medical problem I'd like to discuss with you.

(clears throat) -Come in.

-Thank you.

(Sally) Now, what is the problem?

(Martin) Um, you are, Mrs. Tishell.

In what way?

(Martin) Have you been self-medicating again?

-No, of course not.

-Right.

Are you planning on re-opening the pharmacy?

Mrs. Tishell, have you been speaking to your late husband?

(Sally) Oh, Dr. Ellingham.

Clive was always asking me to do things and go places and I was just so busy with the shop and now I wish...

I just like talking to him and now I'm scared people will think I'm crazy and take me away again.

Talking to a deceased relative is a normal part of the grieving process, mostly normal.

I think you'll find as time goes by and you feel better in yourself, you'll feel less and less like talking to Mr. Tishell.

Oh, Doctor... (sniffles) -You are right about everything.

-Yes.

And should you feel the need to speak to anyone, then Dr. Ellingham, my Aunt Ruth, is always available.

My advice to you would be to keep busy, re-open the pharmacy, because the village needs you, and I need you.

(Sally) Oh, Doc.

If you say so.

Oh!

Oh, Clive.

♪ (Joe) You still here, Angela?

♪ I've had a complaint about you blocking the road.

Plus you need a Street Trading License for this stuff.

(Angela) I'm not trading, I'm demonstrating.

-Against what?

-As in showing what my clinic can do.

(man winces) Oh, stop mewling.

It's just a little nip.

-What's going on?

-Angela has created a situation in which a wild dog has attacked this innocent bystander.

(man) It's not wild.

It's my bloody dog.

I just brought it to her to see if she could train it.

-Let me take a look.

-It's the big hairy one.

(Martin) Not the dog, the hand.

Idiot.

Give it to me.

(Angela) I can manage here, thank you very much.

You shouldn't be treating this man.

(Angela) Are you questioning my proficiency as a medical practitioner?

(Martin) Has that cough got worse since yesterday?

(Angela) No, I've just been chasing after that rascal.

-Where's your nephew?

-At home.

-On his own?

-He's resting.

We've got an appointment to see you later.

(Martin) Did you treat that bite with this?

-Mm.

-This is Dermachen cream.

It's a barrier against mites and fleas.

(Angela) And it's an antiseptic.

I can manage here, thank you very much.

(Martin) Follow me.

(Joe) I'm afraid under Section 75 of the 1961 Public Health Act, I'm gonna need you to move on.

Doesn't Section 75 only refer exclusively to built-up urban areas?

-Does it?

-I don't know.

And clearly, neither do you.

(Joe) Well, you still need a license, so pack it up.

Pig.

(Joe) What?

Give me the pig.

(pig oinks) (pig oinks) (pig squeals) I'm so sorry, I can't see you now.

I've been moved on by the police.

(Walter) Oh.

Ah, you're a sight for sore eyes.

-A sight for... -Oh, very good.

Hope the drops help.

(Walter) Hang on, you can't go away unrewarded.

-Really, there's no need.

-No, no, I'm sure I can rustle something up in the way of traveling expenses.

Come on in.

Sorry it's a bit dark.

My eyes are very sensitive to the light.

You could open the curtains a bit.

I'll be back in a minute.

(Lily wheezes) Lily?

Are you okay?

(Walter) Here, found a fiver.

(Morwenna) She's burning up.

Can you fetch some water?

(Walter) What?

Oh... (Morwenna) Right, Lily, can you try and sit up for me?

Here we go.

Good job.

(Walter) Went down to the beach this morning trying to find driftwood for her sculptures.

She was sitting here when I got back.

(Morwenna) Okay, um, try and get her to drink something and I'm gonna call the Doc.

(Walter) The Doc?

She's very ill, Walter.

(pensive music) Lily?

Try and drink this.

♪ What's that for?

(Martin) Tetanus.

♪ (phone ringing) (sighs) -Yes?

-Doc, it's Morwenna.

(Martin) You're late.

Why aren't you here?

-Ow.

-Shush.

(Morwenna) I just dropped off Walter O'Donnell's prescription.

Lily's burning up.

I think you should get down here.

(Martin) Can't she come in?

(Morwenna) Well, she can barely move.

She's struggling for breath.

(Martin) All right, I'm on my way.

Hold that.

Come back in three days and I'll change that dressing.

See yourself out.

(Angela) Toby.

(coughing) Toby!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

-How are you?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

Do you think you've caught my scarlet fever?

-No!

-Do you know what the symptoms are?

-Yes, I'm aware.

-Swollen tonsils, sore throat with white and yellow patches, -bright red rash.

-Yes, I know what the symptoms are and I don't have them and I've got to walk these dogs.

-Okay?

-Okay.

(dog barking) Bad boy, bad boy!

♪ Come here!

♪ Come on, this way.

♪ (Lily wheezing) -Oh!

-Oh, get some light in here.

♪ -Get this junk out of the way.

-Junk?

This is some of Lily's best work.

(Martin) How long has she been like this?

(Walter) She's had that cough for a few weeks.

But she seems to have lost all her energy as well.

(Martin) I don't know why you didn't tell me she was ill when you saw me yesterday.

What's her appetite like?

(Walter) She hasn't wanted anything to eat.

(raspy breath) -Is she sleeping in here?

-Recently.

Uh, she's had very bad night sweats.

She said it was nerves about the work.

Open your mouth.

(raspy breathing) Morwenna, call an ambulance.

-What?

-Righto.

(Walter) She will be okay for the exhibition, won't she?

It's her first real one.

(Martin) The lymph nodes in her neck are swollen.

She has scrofula.

She'll need a chest X-ray to confirm it but I wouldn't be at all surprised if she had tuberculosis.

When did she last have it?

-I don't know.

-I...

I--I had it as a child.

(Martin) What?

-A child.

-As a child.

(Walter) I should have-- I should have realized.

I've just been focused so much on my own work.

(Martin) Well, you should focus on your wife's health.

That's far more important.

(Walter) Will she make a full recovery, Doc?

(Martin) She'll need to take antibiotics for at least six to nine months, but barring complications, she should improve.

(Walter) Poor Lil.

She really did suffer for her art.

(Martin) She needn't have bothered.

Wait until the ambulance gets here but then get straight back to work.

(Morwenna) So I was right to get you down here, then?

(Martin) What?

Just, it's customary to say "Well done" or "Good thinking."

-That sort of thing.

-Is it?

(mellow music) Well done.

Don't mention it.

♪ Doc, Angela Sim was meant to bring Toby in half an hour ago but they missed their appointment.

(Martin) Well, tell her to make another one.

Her mobile's off.

I've just spoken to Toby.

He sounds really worried.

He said she went out for a walk this morning and she hasn't come back.

He said she's got a cough, her lips are a bit blue and she seems pretty tired.

(Martin) Stupid vet.

What's she been taking now?

Cancel all my patients for the afternoon.

Tell the boy to stay where he is and I'll go straight up there.

(Morwenna) Oh, I'll call Joe Penhale and get him up there to help you look for her.

Really?

(vehicle approaching) Has she come back yet?

(Toby) No, she hasn't.

-How are you feeling?

-Oh, the rash has gone down.

(Martin) Good.

Don't show me.

PC Penhale here is going to help me look for your Aunt.

(Joe) Right, nobody panic.

The first 24 hours of a missing person are crucial.

After that, you might as well give up.

(Martin) Oh, that's helpful.

Have you any idea where she might be?

Mondays she goes east towards Curzon Point, Tuesdays down to Black Ven, Wednesdays along the coast towards Bramble Cove.

-And on Thursdays-- -Bramble Cove.

You'd better come with us.

-How do you know this stuff?

-When I ask a question, I listen to the answer.

-That's how I remember.

-Good technique.

(Toby) Did you always want to be a police officer?

Yes.

It's funny, actually, because the first-- (pensive music) (Martin) Come on, she's not going to find herself!

(Toby) She told me she goes past the old lookout bunker towards the smuggler caves and then back up towards the pine trees.

(Joe) I thought you said it was Curzon Point.

(Martin) That's on Mondays.

♪ (Toby) Auntie Ange?

♪ (Martin) Ms. Sim?

(Joe) If she's collapsed, she could be anywhere.

Did you say she's got dogs with her?

♪ (whistles) It's a classic dog whistle.

I'm not hearing anything.

Means we're going the wrong way.

(Toby) No, I'm sure this is the way she goes.

Look, which one of us is a policeman?

You're a child.

I've been trained in these things.

(Martin) Come on!

♪ (acquiescent grunt) (Martin) Ms. Sim?

It's Dr. Ellingham.

(Joe) And PC Penhale.

I'm telling you, it's the wrong way.

(Martin) Well, maybe we should double back and spread out.

She could have toppled off the path.

(dog barks) (Toby) A dog.

(whistles) (dog barking) ♪ Pauly.

♪ Where is she?

The dogs!

She's over here.

I told you she always came this way.

♪ (dog barking) -Ms. Sim.

-Auntie Angela.

♪ (Martin) Ms. Sim.

Get these dogs out of here.

You, go away.

(Angela moans) Ms. Sim, can you hear me?

It's Dr. Ellingham.

(Angela moans) Can you sit up?

(grunting) ♪ (Angela) I collapsed.

Fell down and must have hit something.

(Martin grunts) (Angela) Oh, Toby.

You're here.

-Yes, I'm fine.

-I'm so sorry.

Penhale, get up to the house and get a stretcher or something to carry her on.

And, Penhale, take these dogs away.

♪ -Can I help?

-Come back!

(Martin) Yes, you can.

(whimpering) I want you to put your hand on there and hold tight but not too tight.

♪ Well done.

♪ (Toby) Is this my fault?

(Martin) Uh, no.

Well, indirectly.

So technically, yes.

(Toby) Oh, sorry.

♪ I'm so sorry.

♪ (Martin) Ms. Sim, you have a compound fracture of your collar bone.

I'm afraid this is going to hurt.

Lift your head.

♪ (cries out in pain) That's it.

Okay.

Now try and sit up.

(Angela grunts) ♪ Here.

♪ Okay.

(growling) Get in...

In you go.

♪ (sighs) ♪ (Martin) What's that?

(Joe) Think it's a horse stretcher.

-What?

-I was in a vet's.

(Martin) She needs oxygen.

(Toby) There's some in her surgery.

-Right.

-I helped her unpack.

(Martin) Let's get her there.

Get that, open it out.

♪ (labored breathing) ♪ (Joe) I'm no medical expert, Doc, but in my opinion that looks horrible.

(Martin) Penhale, I need an oxygen mask.

(Toby) Those shelves over there.

(weak grunt) (Joe) Do you want horse, dog or mouse?

(Martin) Give me that one.

Right.

You'll have to hold it in place.

Just there.

Breathe deep.

(coughing) Ordinarily I'd give you morphine for the pain but I'm concerned about your breathing.

Where do you keep your ketamine?

(Toby) Oh, I know.

Just over here.

(Joe) I'm disappointed in you, Angela.

Go for a run, have a few drinks even.

But don't disappear down some K-hole for kicks.

Drugs is for mugs.

(Angela) Ketamine is used in veterinary medicine.

(Martin) And used in the right dosage, it's a useful anesthetic without impacting on her breathing.

(Angela) Why did I collapse?

(Martin) Um, I think you have lobar pneumonia.

You probably got it from what's-his-name's scarlet fever.

Of course, if you'd let me examine you in the first place, none of this would have happened.

-Oh, shut up.

-Thank you.

I'm going to need to glue the wound once I've set the bone.

Do you keep any Histoacryl?

(Toby) Oh, I think there's some over here.

(Angela) Who's going to look after him?

(Martin) Um, no, don't worry.

Someone will look after him.

Okay, I'm going to reset the bone now.

(Angela whimpering) ♪ (Angela grunting) (Joe) Oh, it's going back in.

(Angela grunting) ♪ (Angela whimpering) ♪ (Angela panting) (Angela) Who'll feed the dogs?

-Penhale.

-Will I?

(Martin) Yes.

Put the mask back on.

(weak sigh) ♪ (Toby) Did it hurt?

♪ (Martin) I'll telephone ahead and let them know you're coming.

(Joe) Don't worry, Doc, I'm on it.

(Martin) Oh, right.

Um, you'd better pack an overnight bag.

I'll wait for you in the car.

(Toby) Goodbye.

What are the percentages of people dying from lobar pneumonia?

(Martin) Uh, left untreated, about 50% don't recover.

(Toby) Wow.

(Louisa) Toby's just brushing his teeth.

He even managed to ask me a question doing that.

How long's Angela gonna be in the hospital?

-A few days.

-We'll have to contact his parents and get them back over here, get him...

Right, come and help me make up a bed on the sofa.

(Toby) I've never slept on a sofa before.

(Louisa) Pop those cushions on a chair.

(Toby) Have you slept on a sofa?

How different is it from sleeping on a normal bed?

(Louisa) Toby.

I know your parents are away a lot but do you sometimes feel a bit lonely?

(Toby) I do a bit.

(Louisa) Is that why you ask so many questions?

No.

I like answers.

And you get to learn something new.

I can shut up, you know, if someone tells me.

(Martin clears his throat) (mellow music) ♪ Is that something all babies have?

(Louisa) What's that, Toby?

(Toby) That thing in his nose.

(Louisa) What thing?

Martin, James has got one of those beads stuck up his nose.

Come here.

Look.

(Martin) Oh, yes.

You can't have picked them all up.

I told you they were a bad idea.

(Louisa) How are we gonna get it out?

(Martin) Uh, get that pillow from over there.

Now make a space on the table.

(Toby) Is it going to be stuck up there forever?

(Louisa) No, 'course not.

(James crying) There we go.

Come on.

(James crying) (Martin) Open your mouth.

(knocking) He's got a bead stuck up his nose.

(sucking sound) (Martin) There we go, that's got it.

-Well done!

-What are you doing here?

You should be in hospital.

(Angela) I discharged myself.

I've got this one to look after.

(Martin) All right, well, I'll have to keep an eye on you for the next few days, make sure you're recovering properly.

(Angela) According to the hospital, if you hadn't dealt with me the way you did, I might be dead, so thank you.

Yes.

(Angela) And thank you for looking after this one.

Hope he hasn't driven you 'round the bend with all his questions.

(Martin) Actually, if it wasn't for his questions, we wouldn't have found you in time, so... (Angela) Get your things.

(Louisa) Do you know?

I think his father's wrong.

I don't think he does have ADHD.

-What makes you say that?

-Well, he listens when he's spoken to, he absorbs what he's been told.

I think he's just a smart boy who misses his mum and dad.

They should try and be around more consistently for him.

(Angela) So I can't medicate him, then?

(Martin) What?

No, of course not!

(Angela) I was joking.

Right, you, come on.

Let's get you home.

(Toby) Bye, Dr. Ellingham.

-Yes.

-Thank you.

-Bye, Toby.

-What's ADHD?

Why does my dad think I have it?

Can animals get it?

What about dogs?

Maybe cats.

Fish might have it.

I hope James doesn't end up being a lonely boy.

Why on earth would he?

He's growing up in a perfectly normal household.

Mm, yes, Martin.

♪ ♪ (piano music) ♪