♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Here you go.

-Are any of your stethoscopes for sale, Doc?

-No, of course not.

-You taking them with you?

-Obviously.

-Oh, thought it was more of an office job.

-Oh, no, no, I still have clinical duties.

-Dr. Ellingham?

-Yes.

-Henry Rice.

We've talked on the phone before.

-He's not selling his stethoscopes, if that's what you're wondering.

-I wasn't.

No, I'm here to look at some clocks for my antique shop.

I'm something of a horologist.

-Yes, go through, please.

-Remember, it's for the lifeboats.

So, it's all for a good cause.

I know it's not easy parting with your collection, but think of it as a fresh start.

-Yes.

[ Clocks ticking ] -Very nice, yes.

They are wonderfully maintained.

-Thank you.

-I'd be happy to take them all off your hands.

-Yes.

Um... Maybe I'll just keep, uh, that one.

And that one.

-[ Sighs ] [ Indistinct conversations ] -Excuse me, is there -- is there a doctor here?

I thought this was a doctor's surgery.

-Yeah, it was, not anymore.

Permanently closed.

You'll have to go to Wadebridge.

- But I-I don't even know where that is.

Isn't there somebody who can help me here?

I'm in a lot of pain.

-Come on, then.

-And these, they stopped making them in Prague altogether.

-Sorry, Doc, got a bloke here who says he's in pain.

-Arthur Collins.

I think it could be broken.

It's killing me.

-You'll have to go to Wadebridge.

-Is that far?

-Uh, no.

Alright, I'll -- I'll see you here.

-Thank you.

-What about the clocks?

-Yes, you can take that one and the barometer for £300.

-That's not what we agreed.

You said they were all for sale.

-Well, it's what we've agreed now.

It's for the lifeboats.

That one and the barometer for £300.

You can give the money to Morwenna on your way out.

Excuse me, I have a patient.

-[ Sighs ] -Thank you.

Take a seat.

-Thank you.

So, how come the surgery is closed?

-We are moving to London.

-That's ironic.

I've just moved from there.

-That's not irony, that's a coincidence.

-You're right, good point.

[ Groans ] -You've dislocated your shoulder.

I won't take your jacket off.

How did it happen?

-Something of a midlife crisis.

I had the smart idea of buying a farm to escape it all, but it seems I'm not smart enough to put up a fence.

I was hammering in posts with a -- with a sledgehammer... -Stop talking.

-...and... -I'll put your shoulder back in.

This is going to hurt.

[ Arm cracks ] -Oof!

-I'll put it in a sling.

Need to rest for a few days.

-Ooh.

It feels better, still really hurts, though.

-Well, if that persists, take paracetamol and ibuprofen together for the first couple of days.

-It could be worse, I suppose.

Have you ever tried putting in barbed wire?

As experiences go, I wouldn't recommend it.

-Alright, keep your arm in that position.

-I still have to vaccinate my cows.

Am I gonna be alright to do that?

-I just told you to rest your arm.

If you need help, hire some.

There's no shortage of idle people in Portwenn.

-So, if you're leaving, am I your final patient, then?

-Yes, you are.

-Well, it's an honor to be last out of the door.

Thank you, Doctor.

And good luck with your move.

-Yes.

Just remember to keep that arm up.

It's very important to take any stress off your shoulder.

-OK.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-Um, I'm just gonna pop out to meet Pippa.

You OK to keep an eye on everything?

-Yes.

[ Indistinct conversations ] Right, you've got two minutes.

Make your final purchases, and then we close.

Thank you.

-Just remember, it's for charity.

It's for the lifeboats.

So, do give generously.

-Yes.

-Well, today's the day, Sally.

How are you feeling?

-Wonderful, wonderful.

Just keeping myself busy by cleaning some coins.

-Do you want to do this?

-Well, I do have a lot more coins still to polish.

-Come on, Sally.

-[ Smooches picture ] -Put it in the bag.

It's all part of the process.

You have to let go, come on.

Have you seen Martin?

-No, he's been busy.

I thought he might come up to the chemist, but Morwenna's even closed the account.

-You should come to the farewell party.

-W-W-Why would I want to stand around celebrating the village losing the finest doctor they've ever had?

-You need to say goodbye.

You'll regret it if you don't.

♪♪ -So, I've got the PA systems sorted.

Al, you're bringing the food truck, right?

-All set.

-Caitlin, drinks?

-Both soft and alcoholic.

-I've distilled a very special whiskey for the party as well -- the Ellingham single-barreled malt.

-How?

You haven't got a still.

You blew it up.

Plus, we only decided to organize a farewell party a few days ago.

You cannot distill whiskey in that time.

-That might be a trade secret, boy.

-Or you just printed new labels and stuck 'em on old bottles?

-The doc won't know the difference, he don't drink.

-Janice, decorations?

-No, I'm looking after James and Mary all day tomorrow.

-Oh, you did say you'd help.

-Are you paying me?

Because the Doc and Louisa are.

-[ Chuckles ] -I've got more bunting and decorations in the shop.

-You're very well organized, aren't you?

-Careful, Bert.

You'll make me blush.

-Oh.

-OK, let's give Portwenn the best leaving party it's ever seen.

[ Birds squawk ] ♪♪ -I've got you a little something.

-Oh, Pippa, you didn't have to.

-[ Inhales, exhales sharply ] Well, it's the end of an era, isn't it?

Besides, when I say little, I mean it.

-[ Gasps ] -Here.

It's a school magazine from way back when.

-I'd forgotten about this.

-You had an article in it.

"A letter to the Louisa of tomorrow."

-Oh, God, that's right.

Yeah, I-I wrote this in English class when I was 13, and it got chosen for the school magazine, which I was very proud of at the time.

Pippa, how bad is it?

-It's actually quite sweet.

Go -- Go on.

-Really?

-[ Chuckles ] -"Dear Louisa of tomorrow, I hope you're looking after me, wherever you might be.

Maybe you're in London, Paris, or New York.

It wouldn't surprise me.

We were always meant for bigger things than Portwenn."

[ Chuckles ] I don't think I want to go on.

-Well, skip to the -- the final paragraph.

[ Birds squawking ] -"Wherever you've ended up, I hope you're -- you're happily married with two children and a dog.

And I look forward to one day being you and reading this letter from me, the Louisa of the past."

-See, you're finally living the dream.

Just took a little longer than expected.

-If I knew how stressful it was gonna be to get all packed up and ready to go, I might have thought differently.

-Oh, you'll be fine once you've settled.

-I know I'll miss Portwenn.

-Yeah.

-But it's the right decision.

-Yeah.

That's why I gave you this.

If you ever have any doubts, just remember this... was always the plan.

♪♪ -Hello.

Is Martin home?

-He's in the consulting room.

-How's he been?

-[ Scoffs ] You know the doc, a never-ending flood of emotion.

-[ Inhales, exhales sharply ] [ Coughs ] -Martin, are you alright?

-[ Clears throat ] Hello, yes, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

-It looks as though you were about to be sick.

-No, it's nothing.

It's just, um, something I ate.

-How was the sale?

-Uh, there were a lot of people.

-I hope you didn't sell those books I asked you for.

-No, they're in the kitchen.

Come through.

-I think it would be a good idea if you gave Mrs. Tishell a chance to say goodbye.

She's finding it all quite difficult.

What was it you ate?

-What do you mean?

-Well, just now, when you were feeling uncomfortable, you said it was something you ate.

-Uh, uh, that was -- that was nothing, don't worry about it.

-Well, remind me to send you a copy of the manuscript of my new book.

You might find it enlightening.

-Another one?

-Oh, I know, I shouldn't have done it, but I was just organizing some thoughts and, well, they just organized themselves into something of a study.

-Thoughts about what?

-Oh, on you, I suppose.

-You've written a book about me?

-I've written a book about your condition.

-You can't do that.

-You're a very interesting case, Martin -- a doctor with certain physical reactions to certain emotional situations.

-I think hemophobia has been pretty well covered.

You're not gonna dig up anything new on that.

-Well, my theory is you never had hemophobia.

You've been suffering from animotophobia -- a fear of emotion.

-That doesn't even sound like a real thing.

-Oh, it is, it causes a physical reaction when the prospect of an emotional response arises, rapid heartbeat, extreme nausea, even vomiting.

Who does that remind you of?

-I think your new book sounds terrible.

-Well, you won't have to worry very much about your condition soon, because you won't be practicing... which is a waste, if you ask me.

-I didn't.

[ Sputters ] -Nevertheless, I'll send you a copy of the manuscript, just in case.

-Thank you.

[ Birds squawking ] [ Trinkets clanking ] -Alright?

[ Exhales sharply ] That's me done then, Doc.

-Oh.

Right, yes.

You found another job yet?

-I'm doing a paramedic course.

We talked about it.

-Yes, of course we did.

You're absolutely right.

Well done, good for you.

-Gonna miss this desk.

We've had our ups and downs, um... but this job has meant a lot to me.

And I suppose I'm gonna miss you, too.

-Please don't hug me.

-Come on, Doc.

I know you better than that.

-Thank you, Morwenna.

You've been very -- very good.

-[ Whimpers ] Thank you.

[ Telephone rings ] I'm not gonna miss answering that phone, though.

Thank you for calling Portwenn Surgery.

Please leave a message, and we'll get back to you... -Cheers, Doc.

[ Answering machine beeps ] -Hello, Doctor, it's Arthur Collins.

You fixed my shoulder.

I had a bit of a mishap with the cow vaccines.

I've accidentally stabbed myself.

-Hello.

-Doctor, hello.

Yes, I was vaccinating the cows and one of them suddenly shifted out of the way, and, um... Well, I-I managed to stick it in my leg.

-Oh, for God's sake.

-Should I take it out?

-Yes.

Sit down, elevate the injured leg, so that the vaccine doesn't spread through your bloodstream.

What sort of vaccine is it?

-It's...[Groans].

It's IBR, infectious bovine rhinotracheitis.

-Oil or gel based?

-Uh, oil.

-Oh, well, that's good, it won't spread through your system too fast.

-So there's nothing to worry about?

-No, there is.

I'm gonna have to come to you and cut open that puncture wound and flush it out before it does any more damage.

Where do you live?

-It's, um... Haven House Farm, it's up by St. Teath.

-Oh, yes, I know it.

-OK, I'm really sorry about this.

I-I know you're busy packing, and I'll leave the front door unlocked for you, OK?

-Alright, I'll be right there.

-Just one last patient, then?

-One last idiot, he injected himself with a cow vaccine.

He's staying up at, um, Joan's old house.

-Yeah, I heard someone had bought it, but I didn't know who.

-That'll be a bit strange.

-No, shouldn't be.

I won't be long.

I'll just get my bag.

Oh, God!

-5 free-standing bales over there, and 12 over there in 4 stacks of 3.

-She's very well organized, isn't she?

-I thought that's what you didn't like about her?

You said you were trapped like a bird in a cage.

-But...

I think I might, you know, miss her more than I realize.

-Well, ask her for dinner or a drink.

-I don't know what I'd say.

-Well, be direct.

She'd appreciate that.

[ Kids laughing ] Oh, she's coming.

-Could you do it for me?

-Dad.

-Just a water, Al, please.

-Yes.

-You OK, Bert?

-Oh, yes.

Yes.

No, I, uh...

I just wanted to ask you something.

I, uh...

I was wondering if you -- if you might want to... -To what?

-To, uh, sell me some more napkins for the caravan park.

-How many?

500?

1,000?

-Oh, 1,000 would be great.

-I'll get that set up for you.

-[ Chuckles ] -I told you, not there, over there!

-Well, on the plus side, at least, you won't run out of napkins.

-[ Sighs ] [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cows mooing ] ♪♪ -Hello.

[ Door knocks ] -In -- In here.

I am so sorry, Doctor.

Thank you for coming.

-I thought you were gonna rest that arm?

What made you think you could vaccinate cattle single-handed?

-Well, in retrospect, it was obviously an error of judgment.

-Where did you inject yourself?

-Uh, right here.

-Right.

Take off your trousers, please.

-OK. [ Cows mooing in distance ] -I'm gonna give you a local anesthetic.

-[ Groans ] -It'll need a few moments to take effect.

-[ Groans ] -Do you mind if I sit here?

-No, of course.

-So, I'm going to make a 5 centimeter incision and cut away the subcutaneous fat, uh, and remove the oily residue from the vaccine.

-Good.

Good.

Lovely.

[ Chuckles ] I suppose, as a local, you're used to this kind of farming accident?

-I'm not a local, and you're the first patient I've ever had who's injected himself with a cow vaccine.

-[ Exhales sharply ] -Is that numb?

-Yeah.

-OK. Look away.

-Oh.

-[ Gags ] I'm gonna just flush out the wound now.

♪♪ -Right, let's go with that.

I'll stitch the wound now.

-So, is this you off to be a big-shot GP on Harley Street or something?

-Uh, no, it's more of an academic role.

-Oh, that's a shame, you're a good doctor.

[ Laughs ] Straightforward, direct.

Probably tired of seeing idiots like me all day.

-It's nothing to do with that.

I was offered a job, and I took it.

-Well, I-I know the feeling.

I was after a change when I moved here, too.

Used to be a stockbroker.

Everyone said I was making a mistake, that I wasn't cut out to be a farmer.

Well, they're probably right.

Alright, that's the... stitches in.

I'll just put a dressing on that.

You'll need to have those stitches out in about 10 days.

And you'll have to go to the surgery in... ♪♪ -In -- In where?

-Uh, Wadebridge.

Excuse me.

[ Sputters ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Clears throat ] -Alright.

I think you need to, uh, rest and recover.

By rest, I mean rest.

If you need help on the farm, then hire someone.

-Are you OK?

-Uh, yes, it was just something I ate.

-Do you know this place?

You knew where the toilet was without asking.

-Yes.

Yeah.

My aunt used to live here.

I spent a lot of time here as a child, something of a second home.

-It must have been a great place to grow up.

-Yes, it was.

Yeah.

-But you're not a local?

-No.

-But you spent chunks of your childhood here, and then moved to live and work here as an adult?

-Yes, that's right, yeah.

I won't be back.

-Oh.

Oh.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

Bye, Doctor.

-Goodbye.

Uh, you can put your trousers back on now.

♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Birds squawking ] -Chicken!

Supper!

-Maybe he didn't hear you.

Chicken!

Supper!

Chicken, come on, supper.

[ Dishes clanking ] -Chicken!

-Martin, when was the last time you saw Chicken?

-No idea.

-He never misses mealtimes.

-He's a stray, he's used to being out and about.

-What happens if he doesn't come home?

-He will.

-I'm not going to London without Chicken.

-No.

I'm sure he'll be back in the morning.

-Go and brush your teeth, we'll be up in a minute to tuck you in.

Go on.

Boop.

Boop.

Martin, what are we gonna do if he doesn't come home before we leave?

-It's a dog.

-He's not.

He's family.

-Well, fine then, if he does turn up, we can arrange to have him sent on.

-If?

Are you gonna be the one to explain that to James, that we'll be leaving and we might never see Chicken again?

-Louisa, we can't all be held to ransom by a dog.

It could be days or weeks or never.

How are you gonna explain that to James?

-Well, we've got to do something.

James won't leave without Chicken.

[ Birds squawking ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Bowl shuffles ] [ Printer processing ] ♪♪ -Morning, Doc.

-Yes.

♪♪ -Doc, you know the rules about flyposting.

Oh, is Chicken missing?

I thought you didn't even like that dog.

-I've done Roscarrock, and then I'll go up Church Hill.

Can you take the rest of these and put them up Sprools End?

-I appreciate your family is probably upset, but the law is the law.

-I'm asking for your help.

-Oh, well, that means a lot, Doc, you reaching out to me like that.

I suppose sometimes friendship's more important than stuffy rules and regulations.

-Hm, right the way up Sprools End.

Quick as you can.

-Yes.

-Thank you.

[ Birds chirping ] [ Door closes ] -Doctor.

-Mrs. Tishell.

I wonder if you could put this in your window for me, please?

Mrs. Tishell?

-Chicken.

-Yes.

-Are you really leaving today?

-Yes we are, yes, yes.

There's a -- There's a party, and then we're leaving.

-It's just, I wanted to, um...

I wanted to say goodbye.

-Right, yeah, well, goodbye.

-No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I'm not ready.

I'm not dressed.

I'm not... Um, I want to say goodbye properly.

Uh... Can I -- Can I come up to the surgery, please?

-Yes, if you want to.

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

-[ Exhales sharply ] [ Door closes ] -I nearly sent out a search party for you as well.

-I've been putting these up.

-Oh, Martin, these are great.

-I didn't want anything to delay our departure.

[ Baby coos ] -Is Chicken here?

-Uh, no.

No, he's not yet.

-You told me he would be, so where is he?

-Uh, well, we don't know, um, where he is just yet, do we?

-No.

No.

-Morwenna!

-Oh, morning, Janice.

-James, are you ready for a day of fun?

-No.

-OK, well, I have to look after your sister and you anyway.

Because Mom and Dad need some space to pack up your room.

-We're not leaving.

-Chicken's missing.

-Oh, poor you.

I know how that feels.

When I was 10, my dog Poppy ran away, too.

-Did she come back?

-No.

-Main thing is not to lose hope.

-I'll keep an eye out for Chicken.

-OK.

Thank you, Janice.

See you at the party.

Oh, and this.

James, now... try not to worry.

I miss Chicken as well, and we will find him, OK?

Go with Janice.

-Dr. Ellingham?

-Yes, come through.

[ Tape roll peeling ] All these boxes here, and those chairs there.

There's a further eight boxes in the sitting room.

Then there are four boxes upstairs on the landing.

All the boxes are numbered.

And here's a full inventory of their contents.

-Right, very thorough.

-Thank you.

-Well, we'll get to work, then.

Alright, John, you get the back of the... -It's so strange to see it like this, everything all packed up.

-What did you expect?

[ Telephone rings ] Excuse me.

-Actually... -Hello.

-Doctor, hello, it's Arthur.

Dislocated shoulder, cow vaccine mishap.

-What have you done now?

-Noth-- Nothing.

I-I think I might have seen your dog.

You're missing one, right?

I picked up a flyer in the grocer's this morning.

-Are you sure it's the same dog?

-Well, it looked a lot like him in the photo.

I saw him nipping over my fields.

I tried to get him to come back, but he just went running off again.

-Alright, we'll come and get it now.

Thank you.

-He's found Chicken?

-Well, he thinks it's him, yeah.

Yeah, I don't understand what the dog's doing at Joan's farm, though.

-He must have jumped in the car with you when you went up there.

-What?

Surely I'd have seen.

[ Birds squawk ] -Hello, Sally, I just dropped by to see if you wanted to come to the party with me.

-Oh, uh, no, no, I, um...

I've arranged to say goodbye to Martin up at the surgery.

-Well, that's good.

Will you come to the party afterwards?

-Yes, I think I will.

Um, the village needs me to be strong.

Yeah.

-That's the spirit.

-Mm-hm.

-We're gonna be late for our own party.

-If it's the right dog, then it shouldn't take too long.

-I know you don't want to go, Martin, but it'll be the last time you'll ever have to do this.

-I know.

And I want to do it for you.

-Well, it should mean a lot to both of us.

They don't do this for everyone.

I know you don't like it here, but people just want to say goodbye to us.

♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] ♪♪ -What do you think?

-Well... -It's fantastic, isn't it?

Doc's gonna love it.

[ Cuckoo clock dinging ] -You're going to miss him, aren't you?

-I try not to think about it.

That's the best way to deal with uncomfortable emotions, isn't it?

Push them to that pit in your stomach and hope they go away.

-Well, I don't know that that's the best way.

-Well, you've learnt something new.

[ Chuckles ] ♪♪ -Thank you so much for getting in touch with us.

We were getting very worried.

-No problem.

I saw him racing across those fields over there.

-Yeah.

We'll go and have a look.

-How's your leg?

-It's a little bit sore.

I'd have caught him otherwise.

-Yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

-Thanks.

Bye.

-Goodbye.

♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations, laughter ] [ Birds squawking ] -Beer.

You might want to crack open the Ellingham single malt.

Crowd's getting a bit restless.

-I thought you were saving it as a gift for the Doc and Louisa, unless you were planning on charging them for it?

-No, I thought it might be nice for them to have it as a memento of the place.

-You can be nice, Bert, when you want to be.

[ Indistinct conversations continue ] I was thinking... -Yes.

-If you want to increase that napkin order to 3,000, you'll be making a saving in the long run.

-Oh, yeah, right, yes, good idea.

-Or you could just say whatever it is you really wanted to say to me.

-I made a mistake.

I miss you.

I was wrong.

-"I was wrong"?

Those three magic words I thought I'd never hear from you.

I miss you, too, Bert.

But you're still buying those napkins.

-Chicken!

Chicken!

-You know, you're wrong.

I don't dislike Portwenn.

[ Cows mooing ] -Well, maybe not, but you didn't seem to like it much either.

-Well, it's not...

I think the village is alright.

But it's the people.

-Well, I'm a Portwenn person.

-Well, obviously, not all of them, just most of them.

Not you, obviously.

-And so are your children.

-Yes, uh, technically they are.

[ Mooing continues ] -Chicken!

Martin!

Come here, Chicken!

Come here, boy!

-Come here!

-Come here, boy!

Come here, boy!

-Come here!

-No, no, don't bark, you'll scare the cows.

[ Dog barking ] Chicken.

Martin, maybe we should move.

-OK. Nice and quickly.

-Chicken.

[ Mooing continues ] -Come on.

Faster.

-Oh!

Martin!

Quick!

Martin!

-Jump!

-[ Grunts ] -Oh!

-God!

Are you OK?

-No.

-Yes.

-You alright?

-Yes.

Oh, Martin.

-I've cut myself.

-Martin.

-[ Grunts ] -Martin.

-Oh.

Oh, my God.

Uh, I need to put a tourniquet on that.

Can you put your hand on the wound?

-Yup.

-OK, press hard.

-Oh, God, it's -- Martin, it's really bleeding.

-Right, I must have, uh, torn my brachial artery on the barbed wire.

-This is very serious, isn't it, Martin?

-[ Groans ] Yeah, I'm losing blood very fast.

Um... You have to get my medical bag out of the car.

-No.

No, I can't leave you like this.

-It's not far.

-I can't.

-Go as fast as you can, please.

-Yeah.

OK. ♪♪ [ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ -[ Birds squawking, indistinct conversations ] -Is Dr. Ellingham here?

-Uh, no, he's gone.

-Gone?

-He said he'd be back soon.

-I'll wait for him inside, then.

Thank you.

-A-Alright.

-[ Breathing shakily ] Everything's gone.

-Well, yeah, that's the point of moving.

Everything moves with you.

♪♪ -There you go, Ruth.

-He doesn't want it.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Hm.

-[ Sighs ] He's worried about Chicken.

Can you keep an eye on him for a bit?

-Yes, of course.

-When is the doc arriving?

-I don't know.

He's not a great fan of parties, but he's usually punctual.

-Yeah.

-I've been calling him, but he's not answering.

♪♪ -[ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ Martin, are you OK?

I got your bag.

I tried to call an ambulance, but there's no signal.

So, I'm gonna go and get some help.

No, uh, you need to help me stop this... bleeding.

I don't carry an artery clip, so, you're -- you're going to have to, uh, tie it off with a suture.

-No, I-I don't think I can do that, Martin.

-Yes, you can.

You have to.

Open the bag.

Second drawer down on the right, there are some... some gloves, put them on.

It's just a question of... -Yeah?

-...tying a suture around the artery.

Third drawer down on the left, there's a sachet of chlorhexidine wound-cleansing solution.

-Third.

-Open it, and pour it into the wound.

-Yeah.

This -- This one?

-That's it, well done.

-OK. OK. How bad is this, Martin?

-[ Screams, exhales sharply ] [ Inhales sharply ] It's not good.

OK. OK, top center drawer, there's a suture pack with a big curved needle in it.

That's it.

That's it, well done.

Yeah.

-Yeah.

-I want you to put your finger into the wound and scrape out any clotted blood.

-OK.

This is gonna hurt, isn't it?

-Yeah, a bit.

-OK. -[ Groans ] -OK. -OK. OK, now put your finger in and hook up the artery.

-Martin, oh, God.

-I'm still losing a lot of blood.

Hook it up, and then put the big curved needle under the artery and tie it off.

-[ Screams ] -[ Whimpers ] Under, yeah?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-OK, tie it good and tight.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

-[ Breathing heavily ] -Oh, God.

-[ Breathing shakily ] [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ I-I-I never thought he'd actually leave.

Um, but it -- it's real, isn't it?

I mean, all this is -- is -- is real?

-Yeah, I hope so.

Otherwise, we've just wasted the best part of a day.

-No!

No, no.

I can't -- I can't -- I can't let this happen.

Oh, no!

Oh, God, uh... Oh.

Oh.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What are you doing?!

-He has to stay.

He has to.

-No.

Get down from there.

-You can't leave.

You can't leave.

-Get down from there!

-Dr. Ellingham!

You have to staaay!

Please!

-Oh, dear.

Joseph.

-Yeah, we've got a problem.

I'll go have a word.

-Quick as you can.

-Yeah.

-OK?

That's it.

Nearly done.

OK. Yeah.

We're there.

[ Breathing heavily ] OK, Martin.

We need to get you to the hospital, OK?

You're gonna have to help me.

On three.

One, two, three.

Please, Martin, please.

[ Crying ] Please.

That's it.

No.

Martin.

I'm gonna have to get some help from the farmhouse.

I'll be as quick as I can, OK?

[ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ Martin!

-I called an ambulance, but it's going to take over an hour.

-It's too long.

-I thought so, so I got this to get you to the car.

Um, OK, on three, we're gonna lift you up, OK?

-Yeah.

- OK. One, two... [ Both grunting ] Three!

-Martin, careful.

Careful!

-[ Groans ] -[ Grunts ] OK. [ Grunting ] Martin, keep your eyes open.

-Joe.

-Sally.

-Joe.

-Sally.

-Oh, Joe.

I thought I was coping.

But I'm not.

All those empty rooms, I mean, that's not right, is it?

So, I'm not coming down until Dr. Ellingham agrees to stay.

-How's you being up there gonna change that?

-Well, because none of you have even tried.

You're all just partying and joking down there.

Whereas if you really cared, you'd come up here with me.

Come on, Joe.

-[ Groans ] The Doc's not gonna change his mind, Sal.

Come on down.

-No.

We are losing the finest man the village has ever been graced with.

The least you can do is to try.

[ Inhales sharply ] Dr. Ellingham!

Martin!

My Martiiiiiiin!

-Careful.

♪♪ -Do you need me to come with you?

-No, we just need to get going, thank you.

-If I see your dog, I'll let you know.

Good luck.

-Thank you.

[ Car engine revs ] ♪♪ We'll be there soon, Martin, just stay awake.

OK?

I'm gonna call Ruth.

Yeah.

Martin!

-Yes?

[ Line ringing ] -Martin, hello.

-Ruth, there's been an accident.

Martin's torn his brachial artery, and he's bleeding very badly.

So, we're driving to the hospital now.

-Oh, Louisa.

Is he stable?

-I tied the artery the best I could, but... -You did?

-Yeah, under his guidance, but he's lost a lot of blood, Ruth.

So, with James and Mary, could you look after them, please?

-No, don't worry about the children.

Just call me as soon as you get to the hospital.

-I will, yeah.

♪♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ -Not too far now, Martin.

-If I don't...

I don't dislike Portwenn... at all.

-[ Sniffling ] Yeah.

It's really not that bad, is it?

-You know...

I had a lovely... -Oh, Martin.

Martin, please.

[ Crying ] Please, just hang on, please.

Martin.

Please, please.

♪♪ [ Tires squeal ] [ Sirens wailing in distance ] ♪♪ You're gonna be fine, Martin.

It's gonna be fine.

♪♪ -What if she comes down in a bit, and then when the doc comes back, she gets back up there?

-No, I want her off my van right now.

-Sally.

-Oh, Ruth, I-I know how this looks.

And I appreciate all your help, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

-Martin's had a very serious accident.

Louisa's with him in the hospital... -Drive me to the hospital now.

Get me there now.

He needs me, he needs me there.

Take me to him.

Take me.

Take me to him.

-Is he gonna be OK?

-I don't have that information.

-Take me there.

-We just have to wait.

-Get me there.

Take me there now.

-No, let's get you home.

♪♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Intercom chatter ] [ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Exhales sharply ] ♪♪ -Mrs. Ellingham.

-How is Martin?

-I'm sorry.

-[ Crying ] No, no, no, no, no.

-What?

Oh, no, I'm sorry, I meant, I forgot my reading glasses.

I'm sorry, I-I realize that must have sounded really bad.

-How -- How is Martin?

-Your husband's fine.

He's lost a lot of blood, but he's stable, and he'll make a full recovery.

-Yeah.

Thank God.

-Did you tie off the artery?

-Yeah.

-Good.

Nice work.

-Uh, when can I get to see him?

-He's in Recovery.

You can pop in in a minute.

-Yeah, thank you.

-OK. -[ Breathing heavily ] [ Inhales, exhales sharply ] Ruth, Ruth.

Yes.

No, no, he's -- he's gonna be OK. Yeah.

Thank you.

No, I'm fine.

[ Heart monitor beeping ] Martin.

I've been so worried.

It's OK. Just get some rest.

I'll bring the children to see you in the morning.

[ Sirens wailing in distance ] [ Beeping continues ] [ Birds squawking ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -I've brought you children and croissants.

-Thank you.

-Mommy!

-Good morning.

Oh.

-How is Daddy?

-Yes, he's gonna be OK, and we're gonna see him this morning at the hospital.

[ Baby cries ] Oh, Mary.

Missed you.

Good girl.

Look at you.

-Hello.

-Hello.

-I believe this, uh, this belongs to you.

-Oh!

-Chicken.

Yay.

-You found him.

Thank you so much.

[ Dog barking ] -Yay.

-My pleasure.

It's nice here.

Everybody looking out for everybody else.

Makes a nice change from the city.

-Thank you very much.

-Oh.

It was my pleasure.

-James, we need to get Chicken his breakfast, 'cause we need to go soon, come on.

-Goodbye, Chicken.

-Bye.

-Bye.

-Thank you so much, Arthur.

Good boy.

-Chicken.

-Come on, Chicken.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Was... Was that the doc?

-No, he had surgery yesterday.

No one checks themselves out of hospital the morning after surgery.

-You wouldn't, would you?

But it is the doc.

-The doc's back home.

Everybody, the doc's back home!

-[ Groans ] -Martin.

-Hello.

-We were just coming to see you.

-I discharged myself.

-Are you sure you're OK?

-Yeah, I am.

Thanks to you.

You saved my life.

-Oh, it was just one stitch.

[ Birds squawking ] -What would happen if we stayed here?

-I thought you wanted to go.

-I did, but I was only thinking about what was ahead and not what we'd be leaving behind.

-You're probably not thinking straight, Martin.

-Do you want to leave?

-I wanted to support you, and I didn't want you to feel that Portwenn was holding you back.

-It's not.

It's given me everything, my whole life.

It gave me you.

-It's our home.

-Exactly.

-Yeah.

-You missed the party, so we brought the party to you.

-How are you feeling, Doc?

-Um, fine, thank you, mainly.

-You got a new leaving date, Doc?

-Actually... -We're not going.

-You're not going today?

-No, we're just not going.

-So, what, you're going tomorrow, then, or...?

-Mrs. Tishell, we're staying.

-Make up your mind, indecisive tossers.

-I was really gonna miss you, not.

[ Laughter ] -Aw.

Thank you so much for coming up here.

I'm so sorry we missed the party.

But Martin really does need his rest now.

-Daddy!

We found Chicken!

-You should be in hospital.

-They're not leaving.

-So, does this mean you're still the doc, Doc?

-Yes, I am.

-Well, you're gonna need to find yourself a new receptionist.

But...

I suppose I can help you out for a while.

-Well, I think that's a wonderful decision.

-You might as well still have your leaving present anyway.

It's a clock, well, a brand new one, to replace all those old, knackered ones you had.

-Thank you, Joe.

-Come on, Sal.

-Let's get you to bed.

You need your rest.

Doctor's orders.

-Just hold that a second, would you?

Thank you.

♪♪ [ Water splashes ] ♪♪ [ Dog barks ] [ Dog whines ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪