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- Hello? Hello?
- Oh. This is a wonderful day, Doctor.

What do you want?

Well, I thought if you could
put these outside the surgery,

the village will know you're
back and ready for action.

No, thank you.

- I'm Max.
- What?

Wait a minute!

Max Foreman. I'm meant to be here.

Sorry, Martin, this is
the agency receptionist

I was telling you about. Max
Foreman. Welcome. Come in.

Well, why didn't you say?

Er, the computer.
I'll give you the password.

We keep the patients files stored
alphabetically in that cabinet.

You'll be dealing with
Dr Ellingham's patients

and my clients. I'm a child counsellor.

Right. Got it. No problem.

Ever worked in a doctor's surgery before?

No, my last job was a hotel receptionist.

This is probably way easier, though.

George?

Are you home?

George?

- What's all the noise about?
- That's the question, isn't it?

I've had a complaint from the neighbours.

Said they heard a lot of shouting
in the middle of the night...

woke them up.

And they also said it
wasn't the first time.

Yeah, right. Probably the telly.

I had it on loud cos of me hearing.

- What's happened to your head?
- Bumped into bathroom door.

It's still bleeding.
You might need stitches.

- Worse things happen at sea.
- But we're not at sea, George.

Now you've got me worried. Come on.

- I'll take you to the docs.
- You're a bloody do-gooder, you are.

- Is that the lot?
- One more.

Here, I reckon that shower
block will be finished

by the end of the week.

- It's a lot of work.
- All in hand, boy.

- Might even be open by the weekend.
- Oh.

Where are you this week?

Er, on The Platt. Next week,
Wadebridge food festival.

- Here, I don't mind if I do.
- Hey! First rule of catering...

don't eat the profits.

That's James Henry dropped off at school.

I'll just take Mary for a little
stroll to get her settled.

Thanks, Janice. Sorry,
it's just a bit chaotic,

with Martin's first day
back and everything.

I'm happy to help. By which I mean,
I'm happy cos you're paying me.

And because I had to come in extra early,

you're paying time and
a half so... I'm happy.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Oh. Can I help you?

Yes, a cup of tea would be great,
thanks. Milk and two sugars.

Well, the kettle and the
teabags are over there.

- But it's, er, it's nine o'clock.
- That's right.

The surgery opens at nine.

Oh, that's not a problem,
I left the door open.

That's definitely a problem.

Are you open yet?

Er, this way, come on.

Excuse me, coming through.

Who are you? Where's Morwenna?

- OK, who's first?
- Is the doc seeing folk yet?

- I've been here about ten minutes.
- Are you first?

Yes.

- No, I think I'm first.
- I've been here for about ten minutes.

People, people it's an emergency.

It weren't an emergency. It
were all a fuss about nothing.

What's going on out here?

Quiet!

- Where's the first patient?
- The police officer.

Well, not me. It's George Upton here.

Right, come through.

- What?
- Patient notes. George Upton.

Under U, not G.

And get that telephone.

- Yep?
- No, no, no.

"Portwenn Surgery, how can I help you?"

- What?
- "Portwenn Surgery, how can I help you?"

That's how you answer the
telephone. Not "yep".

Portwenn Surgery, how can I help you?

- They've gone already.
- Oh, for...

Can you take off your hat, please?

Do you need a bowl, Doc?
You know... for the old...

I'm fine.

- Oh. You're better now?
- Yes. Thank you.

- You can go now, Penhale.
- Right you are, Doc.

It's good to have you back.

And, George, either turn the
TV down or get some headphones.

How did it happen?

- I bumped into the bathroom door.
- Right.

Well, it's clean now.

I'll give you a tetanus injection
and then I'll butterfly the wound.

- Do you live alone?
- Since my wife died.

- But I can look after myself.
- Hmm.

Have you ever thought
about assisted-living?

Somebody to come in once a day, make
you a meal, do a bit of cleaning.

Oh, a busybody? No, thank you.

Anyhow, I'm downsizing, somewhere smaller.

I noticed from your
records it's been a while

since you had a thorough health check.

When you come in to have
this wound redressed,

- I'll run some tests.
- Whatever happened in the old days

before all this emphasis on health checks,

and tests and examinations?

People died. All day
long. Shoulder, please.

I wouldn't say I was a receptionist.
More a manager type thing.

I basically run this place.

Of course, it's just a stepping
stone to bigger things.

Hmm, well, I hope you don't
forget us little people

when you get all successful.

Maybe you should give me your
number then. You know, just in case.

You could get it from my file.

That would be unethical.

Also, I haven't figured
out the filing system yet.

See you next week, then, Doctor Ellingham.

- Mrs Ellingham.
- She's not a doctor.

- George! Are you all right?
- Oh, it was just a bump in the night.

Oh, I was so sorry to hear about Winnie.

Oh, thank you.

And thank you for the flowers.
She would've loved 'em.

Gah, she always complained
I never bought her any.

And don't forget to register your
new address with the receptionist.

You're moving?

I've got my eye set on
a sea-view bungalow.

I put my place on the market
with the Trappett girl...

Wait, what time is it? I
forgot, I should be back there.

She's coming round to...
size the place up.

Excuse me, coming through.

Rose, now Doctor Ellingham's back,

we're in the little room on the left.

Wait. You're here to see Mrs Ellingham?

Every Tuesday, yeah.

- I didn't know she was one of yours.
- One of my what?

You know...

My clients are vulnerable and
sensitive young people, Max.

Exactly. Dodged a bullet there.

- Next patient?
- Hang on, I know this one.

- That's me.
- Go through.

Come on, get organised.

Notes.

Answer the phone.

I do, but it keeps ringing again!

Hello, Portwenn surgical, can you help me?

Right, I am off to West Cliff House.

Oh, erm, do you want me to go with you?

George was a good friend of Grandad's.

Yes, good idea. He can
be a bit grumpy, that one.

I've always found him
to be quite pleasant.

It's a funny old game.

I've been working on him
ever since his wife died.

He seemed determined to
stay and then just last week,

he changed his mind.

Married for over 40 years.

I can't imagine what it must be like
to be on your own again after that.

Utter bliss, I'd imagine.

It's a shame his wife didn't die sooner,

when the market was a bit more robust.

Did that sound bad?

It did, didn't it?

- Come on then, we're gonna be late.
- Um...

I just felt dizzy and
like I was gonna be sick.

I had to sit down until it passed.

Normally, I wouldn't bother to come here,

but it's happened a few
times in the past week...

140 over 90. It's quite high.

Any changes in your lifestyle
in the last couple of months?

My uncle gave me a flatbed truck.

No. That doesn't count.

No, see I, er, I started
my own business with it.

Folk need stuff shifted or
cleared out? I'm your man.

Eric's Take Aways.

I know, it's a terrible name.

It was supposed to be "take
away your rubbish" or whatever,

but, you know, now people keep
calling up for fish and chips

or a curry.

I'll take some blood,

run a haematology and
biochemistry profile.

Come back in a couple
of days for the results

and if your symptoms
get any worse, tell me.

Sharp scratch.

- You all right there, Doc?
- Yes.

You chat with him and
I'll start measuring up.

OK, boss.

Mr Upton, how are you?

Still alive, mostly. Morwenna.

- What are you doing here?
- She works for me.

Oh. My condolences.

You been in the wars, George?

Oh, a little bit of a tussle
with the bathroom door.

Don't worry, I won.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Ah, right, here we are.

Right. Let's get to work.

What you doing?

I am just trying to show
your home in the best light.

Oh, how's the boat?

Oh, unfortunately, I had to sell her.

Oh, that's a shame.

Ah, she didn't get much use any more.

Last time I took her out was before...

Well, before Winnie passed.

You must miss her a lot.

Sometimes it's like she's still here.

It'll be tough to move, leave
all those memories behind.

Or a wonderful opportunity to
take those memories with you

and start a new chapter.

I'm sure that's what your
wife would have wanted.

Aye... Wiring's a bit dodgy.

I wasn't aware there were
issues with the electrics.

It comes and goes, you know.

I'll put that on the
list of things to fix.

- Whoa. Whoa. I-I get hay fever.
- They're fake.

But I'm glad you think they look
real. That is very reassuring.

- Thanks, Doc. It's good to have you back.
- Yes.

What are you doing? Stop that. Get up.

Sorry.

It's just, my back's giving me gyp.

How long's it been bad?

Since the weekend. I-I think I
injured it playing football.

Maybe pulled a muscle or something. Hey...

maybe you could take a look with
you being a doctor and everything.

What, no... Pull your shirt down!
Come in early tomorrow morning.

- I'll look at it before surgery.
- Thanks, Doc.

See you tomorrow, then.

I think I did pretty
good for my first day.

Well, how did it feel to be back at work?

Erm, yes. Yes, it was good.

She needs changing.

- What do you think of Max?
- He's an idiot!

Well, you've said that about
every receptionist you've had.

He was thrown in at the
deep end a bit, wasn't he?

It does get pretty cramped
with both of us working here.

Well, that's no excuse, is it?

Do you know West Cliff House?

- West Cliff?
- Hmm.

Yeah, it's George's house. You know,
the patient you had in earlier.

Well, he's selling it. Maybe
we should take a look.

It's much bigger than this place.

Do you want to move?

When I was younger, I
always wanted to live there.

It's sort of my dream house.

I mean, there's no harm in
considering our options, is there?

Maybe I'll just, you
know, arrange a viewing.

Hmm.

- Need a hand there, mate?
- Oh, he's fine.

Apparently, I'm fine.

- I didn't realise we were hiring.
- I made an executive decision.

Based on...?

I balanced his fee against
work-to-be-done and realised that

it was worth spending some of our
initial outlay on an extra body.

Right, so-so I'm paying him?

Well, if you want to look at it like that.

Chop, chop, Eric. Plenty of time
to rest when the work is done.

What? I'm just making sure you've
got value for your money.

Hmm.

- Morning.
- Oh, morning, Janice.

- Morning, chicken.
- Go and get your briefcase, James.

So I've got catch-up calls this morning,

and then Martin and I are
popping out at lunchtime.

So could you stay until we're back?

Oh, yeah. The more hours the
better for me at the moment.

Oh, hello.

Is that your new dog?

No, I think it's a stray. James
keeps putting water out for it.

Oh. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

- Morning, Mrs Ellingham.
- Oh, morning, Max.

Doctor.

You said you'd take a look
at my back before surgery.

Yes. Out the way. Follow me.

You want me on there?

Er, no. Walk across the
room for me, please.

Stop, walk back.

Stop, turn around, take off your shirt.

- Where does it hurt?
- Er, mostly the lower area.

Oh...

- Does that hurt?
- No, just cold hands.

Ow! OK, that hurts.

Head up, look straight ahead.

Bend your left knee.

Straighten it.

Bend your right knee.

And straighten it.

Yeah. From your range of movement, I
would say your issue is muscular

- rather skeletal.
- Ah.

Our goalie had something similar.
I think his doctor prescribed him

Tramadol or something.

Tramadol! I'm not gonna prescribe you

a dangerous and addictive
painkiller when I'm not even certain

what the issue is. Take some paracetamol.

I'll refer you to an osteopath.

In the meantime, avoid excessive exercise.

Would playing against Padstow on Saturday

count as excessive
exercise? It's a big game.

Yes, of course it would.
You need to rest up.

Send the first patient in.

- Oh, good afternoon, Eric.
- Hello.

Erm...

.. you don't have anything with
a bit more pep, do you, Mrs T?

Have you spoken to the Doc?

I saw him yesterday.

Well, you need to listen to what he says.

He's a very wise and wonderful
man and we're lucky to have...

- Oh, Eric, what's the matter?
- Oh, nothing. I'm OK.

Oh, oh... No, ooh.

You sit down. You come and
sit down. You take care.

Now, erm... Yes, take some deep breaths.

That's right. Oh, marvellous.

Doctor Ellingham, I need you!

Here we are...

What's happened?

I think it's some kind of panic attack.

Oh, it was that dizzy spell I
was telling you about, Doc. Oh.

I think I'm all right now. I
should be getting to work.

No, sit down. Louisa, you go
on ahead. I'll catch you up.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, leave it to the pros.

Yes, your heart rate's accelerated.

You got any shortness of
breath or trembling, sweating?

Erm, a bit, yeah.

You feeling anxious about
anything in particular?

Yeah, I'm feeling really weird.

What's this? Oh, God.

These things are full
of caffeine and sugar.

There's the equivalent of
four cups of coffee in that.

- How many have you had today?
- Two. Not including this one.

Well, that would contribute
to your symptoms, wouldn't it?

We'll know more when your
blood test results come back.

But in the meantime, stay
away from that rubbish.

I agree. Stop drinking rubbish.

Louisa. Come in, come in.
Where's Doctor Ellingham?

- Oh, he got waylaid. But he's on his way.
- Oh!

Come in. Come through.

Oh! It's not quite how I imagined it...

but, oh, it's lovely.

I can't believe you're
putting it on the market.

Well, I weren't going
to, but things change.

Oh, there's so much space.

But, I.. And it might need
a little bit of updating,

but I love it, George.

Of course, I'd expect you and the doc

to put your own personal
touch on the place.

That's what turns a house
into a home, after all.

So is the doc up for moving, then?

Well, it's early days, but
we're just looking, that's all.

Oh!

Probably best not to get too invested.

There's been a lot of
interest in this place.

Imagine it'll get snapped up like...

Yeah, well, Louisa's
first one to come see it.

I know and I've not even
opened it to public viewing yet!

That's how popular it is.

Doctor Ellingham. My favourite...

doctor.

It's my lunch break. I've
only got five minutes.

Challenge accepted. Follow me.

Picture it... consulting room.
Reception could be at the front,

where you get that nice morning light.

And, er, this could be
your office, Louisa?

- Or is it too small?
- Well, I'm currently in a cupboard.

Oh, I'm sure it's a lovely cupboard.

And here is the kitchen.

It does need a little updating, of course.

There's also a very handy downstairs
toilet and we also have a cellar.

It's great. It's got all
the original fittings.

- Oh! What do you think, Martin?
- Hmm.

And here's the passageway to the annex.

It's a little bit chilly in here.

- I don't feel it.
- I do.

A good through-draught.
Keeps the place fresh.

Oh, it's a little stiff sometimes.

Come on, now, that's
not fair. Open the door.

I'm trying.

What's happened?

Slight hiccup with the door.

If you could just give
it a push from your side.

I am.

Come on, Doc. Put your back into it...

Argh!

Let me see.

Oh, yes, you need to come to the surgery.

So... initial thoughts?

Ow!

Just hold-hold it still.
Hold it against your chest.

I, er, meant the house.

Yes, I know what you meant.

Is that your dog?

I've never seen it before.

Well, why are you feeding it?

We'll have every stray in
the county descending on us.

Get away! Go on! Get
away! Get out of here.

What are you planning to do with that?

Give me your hand.

The nail itself doesn't
have any nerve endings,

but your hand does. Keep
it very, very still. Ready.

Ooh!

You do realise that Louisa has her
heart set on West Cliff House now.

Change the dressing every
day for the next week.

- There may be some seepage.
- I can help you.

You tell me your best offer
and I'll get it accepted.

I can also get you a great
price for this place.

This house isn't for sale.

Yet.

How we doing on those chillies?

Going as fast as I can.
It's bloody baking in here.

You know, for fast food,
it's really kind of slow.

Is it? Well, we're not fast food.

We are mobiley prepared cuisine.

And we're going as fast as we can, so...

Don't think mobiley's a real word.

Ow, bloody hell! Think I got
a bit of chilli in my eye!

Let me see...

Al...

That's worse. That's MUCH worse.

- Sorry, it had chilli and lime on it.
- Well, get it off, then!

You need to see the doc. Do you
want me to give you a lift up?

No, Joe, it's only five minutes up
the road. I'll, erm... I'll walk.

But, er, normal-normal service
will be, well, continued...

Argh. Really hurts.

You're OK? You might be a bit shocked.

No, I'm... I'm fine.

Great! Well, I'll have a
chicken and vegetable tortilla

with extra chilli and lime.

I know it's not in the best condition.

All of the downstairs smelt of
damp, front windows need replacing

and half the floorboards are rotten.

I still think we should
arrange another viewing.

What for?

Well, we didn't get to see
the upstairs properly, did we?

Are you seriously suggesting
that we move there?

You know, after my mum left, Dad
and I used to sit on the cliff

and imagine that we lived there and
we'd make up all these stories.

Because it seemed like
such a perfect house.

There's no harm in taking another
a look and having a poke around,

- is there?
- The place is a health hazard.

Oh, come on. That's a bit much.
It needs a bit of imagination

to see what it could be,
rather than what it is...

Please don't say, "It's a fixer upper."

Do I look like an estate agent?

Oh, what are we gonna do
about that dog? Oh! Oh...

Sorry, Doc.

I know it's after hours, but, er,
I've had a bit of an accident.

Louisa, you get rid of
the dog. Al, follow me.

Sorry, Doc, I know how you
are about the whole, er...

you know, blood thing.
It wouldn't stop bleeding.

Well, the lime juice and chilli

would have stopped
your blood from clotting.

Oh...

Right, er, put your arm in a
sling to protect the wound.

You can get one from Mrs Tishell.

Come back in ten days and
I'll take out the stitches.

Well, I can't leave Julie in
charge for ten days. She's useless.

My advice is that you wear the sling.

If you don't, the
recovery will take longer.

Well, s'pose I'll have to.

All I want is for one person
to do their job properly.

Is that too much to ask?

It is round here, yes.

Thanks, Doc. It's good to have you back.

'I said go away!

'What do you want?

'What do you want from me?'

George?

I'm coming in, George.

Are you all right, George?

Leave me alone!

Go!

- George...
- What do you want?

Are you all right?

What do you want from me?

I said go away!

Go!

Go away! Don't come!

George? It's me, it's Joe Penhale.

Where's the intruder?
Which way did they go?

Intruder... What are you talking about?

You were just yelling
and shouting at someone.

The neighbours have
been complaining again.

Well, I... I think I was
watching football on the TV.

I-I get excited, that's all.

Your head's bleeding. You
must've burst your stitches.

Oh, good.

Samantha says she can fit us in for
another viewing at lunch tomorrow.

Oh, right. I rather got the impression

she thought you were ready to move
and it was a foregone conclusion.

Well, she's wrong.

Oh, I wish that dog would go away.

All I'm doing is keeping an open mind.

And I'd ask you to do
the same for me, please.

Yes, of course.

Penhale.

Are you there now?

All right, I'm on my way.

George Upton's had another
fall. Penhale's with him.

You said you were shouting at
the football, but the TV's off.

Plus, it's really late.

It's all right during the
day, when it's light.

But after the sun goes down...

Yes?

It's different in the dark.

Who were you shouting at, George?

Oi. Stop shining that in my eyes!

Why are you sitting in the dark?

- The lights are broken.
- Let me have a look.

Don't move the light around.
I can't see what I'm doing.

Right. OK, I'll clean up the
wound and then stick it again.

- Where's your fuse box?
- Down the hall, first on left.

Penhale.

- Alone?
- Yes.

That's a bad idea, Doc.

They say you should never split up.

Who says that? What are you talking about?

- Is there someone else here?
- There shouldn't be.

Penhale. Come on. The lights.

Well, maybe we should
just wait til dawn...

What are you talking about? He
has an injury. I need to dress it.

Maybe it's not as bad as it looks.

Oh, for God's sakes, give
it to me, I'll go myself.

Where is it? In here?

What are you doing?

I'm backing you up.

I didn't want to stay there
with George. He's gone all quiet.

Can you give me some space, please?

What was that?

- I think there's something behind us.
- Don't be silly...

Doc!

Oh, it's that dog. It
must have followed me here.

Let go of my arm, please. Let go.

Oh.

Did you fix them?

No, I didn't do anything.
Must be faulty wiring.

Don't leave me down here, Doc.

Oh, God.

I didn't know you'd brought your dog, Doc.

I didn't. It's not my dog,
just keeps following me around.

It's really annoying. Go away.

So the dog knocked something
over in the corridor

and the lights had a
loose wire or something,

but that doesn't explain the
shouting. There was no-one there.

- It wasn't a nobody.
- Well, what? A ghost?

- I never said that.
- You implied it.

- No, I didn't.
- He did.

Mr Upton, if you're seeing
or hearing things...

I'm not.

And I'm not losing my marbles,
if that's what you're implying.

No, of course it's not.

Still, I think it'd be a good idea
if you came to the surgery tomorrow

and I'll give you a full health check.

George?

Er, I'm sorry about the noise.

I'm just a grumpy, old sod...

.. who sometimes gets carried away.

It won't happen again, Joe.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- You've got deliveries.
- Right.

Check each item on the delivery
note against the medication list

in the cabinet behind
you, and then sign for it.

Isn't that his job?

No.

Wendy Miller. Go through.

Do you know when the osteopath
will be able to see me?

No. He hasn't got back to me
yet. Probably next week sometime.

- Can I have some painkillers, then?
- I told you, take paracetamol.

They don't seem to be
working. Doc, come on.

It's not like I'm a regular
patient. I work here.

Right a bit. Right a
bit. Yep. Yep. Perfect.

That's it. Lovely. OK.

If it's OK with you, I might
pop and see George in a bit.

- I'm worried about him.
- Ooh. Me too.

We need to get him to sign that
contract before he pops his clogs.

Probate selling is a nightmare.

And that's all that matters?

We're here to sell the house,
that's all. Don't get too close.

I know it can be tough.
I was like you once.

Don't worry, you'll toughen up in time.

Ow.

You all right, Eric mate?

Yeah, never better.

Eric?

Eric, you're on the lever. Argh!

Eric?! Dad. DAD.

- What's all this noise?
- I just need a hand.

Well, turn it off!

- I'm trying!
- Well, try harder!

Oh, bollocks!

Portwenn Surgery, how can I help you?

Oh, hello. Yes, she has an
appointment tomorrow at two.

See you then. Bye-bye.

Ma...

You shouldn't leave the
reception unmanned.

The doc wanted me to put this stuff away.

- Where is he?
- He was called away on an emergency.

Max, you need to get that.

Push it down. Push it
down, for God's sake.

- Use the tool.
- I am trying to turn it off!

- Come on. For goodness sake.
- What do you think I'm...

- That's it.
- Ohh!

- Please...
- I can't get...

Al, get out of that water or
you'll get your stitches wet.

OK, Doc.

Hang on a minute, Doc.
He's gotta help me here.

- Sorry, Dad.
- Get back in there now.

Go on. Back in.

In there.

Fix it.

This is your second episode in two days.

Third. I had a bit of a turn
this morning as well, at home.

What's wrong with your
hands? Your fingers are blue.

I dunno. It comes and goes.

Well, that's poor circulation. Your
blood tests results have come back...

your thyroid function's
normal and you're not anaemic.

So what does that mean,
cos I'm not fine, am I?

Just relax. Breathe in for three.

One. Two. Three. And out.

That's it, good. Right, stand up.

Your heart rate's up. 30...
over 30 beats a minute. Sit down.

Have I got something bad, Doc?

Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome.

It's also known as PoTS.

PoTS? What the hell's that?

When you stand up, the blood
gets drawn away from your brain

and that affects the amount
of oxygen that it receives,

and that's what making
you feel dizzy and unwell.

This contains salt and potassium

which should make you
feel better very soon.

- Is he all right, Doc?
- No.

He's on the scrap-heap at 24.

No, you're not. With the right
management plan and exercise,

and diet and salt and hydration,
you'll be able to work again.

So does that mean he can come
back to work on Monday, Doc?

- Yeah, with management.
- Oh, that's great.

Oh, it is, yes.

You can come and
fix the mess you've made.

Could've been worse.

Oh, please stop saying that.

I don't get it. Why are you
here? What do you want?

- I just don't know what you want.
- George? I knocked but...

Sorry, I-I didn't mean to disturb
you. It's just there's this, er,

contract to sign and, er... it's my job.

Morwenna... is that you?

Who did you think I was?

Oh. Oh, I... must have dozed off.

What, standing up?

Come on, let's let some light in, eh?

Ah. Oh, Morwenna.

I don't wanna sell this place.

I just got no choice.

Why don't I make us a brew and
we can sit down and talk about it?

Oh, right. Buttering me up to
make sure the deal goes through.

I don't care about the house.

Keep it, sell it, paint it purple.

I'm worried about you.

- Cup of tea would be nice.
- All right, then.

Maybe don't paint it purple, eh?

Oh.

Bloody fuse box again.

I'm telling you, enough is enough.

George, maybe we should go back upstairs.

I'm worried about you.

Nah, it's not me you
should be worried about.

- It's her.
- Who?

I gave her 40 years of my life.
You'd think that would be enough.

Winnie?

She keeps coming back.

Standing there, staring at me. Like...

Like she's angry that I'm
still here and she's not.

Winnie's... dead, though.

I know that.

When did you last see her?

She's standing right behind you.

Tell her to let me be!

George, come on, slow down.

- Yes?
- 'Doc, it's Morwenna.'

'I'm with George Upton.

'There's something wrong with him.

'It's like he's having some
kind of psychotic episode.'

Right, bring him in,
I'll take a look at him.

'No, I can't. He's lost the plot.

'He's shouting at things and
seeing the ghost of his dead wife.'

All right. Erm, I'm on my way.

He's in the kitchen.

I said go away!

What do you want?

Mr Upton...

What are you doing here?

I called him, George.
I'm worried about you.

Just put the jug down, please.

This is not what it seems, Doc.

Well, it seems like
you're throwing crockery

at the ghost of your deceased wife.

Why don't you just put that jug down.

That were an accident.

You're having trouble with
your sight, aren't you?

A little bit.

More than a bit.

Well, why don't you come to the surgery,

and I'll give you a
proper eye examination.

- Morwenna will come with you, won't you?
- Of course I will.

Come on.

Excuse me, sorry, coming through.

- What's going on?
- It's being chaos all morning.

- Where's Max?
- Well, he's never at his desk.

Right, everyone step back and
be quiet or nobody gets seen.

Three... two...

Right. I'll handle this.
You take George through.

Go through, Mr Upton.

Portwenn Surgery, how can I help you?

Careful.

Uh-huh. What time was that supposed to be?

Hmm. Hmm.

Your left eye has a cataract.

And your right eye may have
suffered a retinal artery occlusion.

Which is a blockage of the
blood supply to the retina.

I'll have a look on the ultrasound.

How are you managing
to get around your home?

Well, I've-I've lived there for
years, I know the place inside out.

Only time it gets tricky
is when that Samantha

- moves the sodding furniture around.
- Hmm.

Well, it's a good idea that you're
moving to a smaller house, isn't it?

That wasn't my eyes,
Doc. That were Winnie.

Every night, the day
sometimes, she just appears.

Standing there. Judging me.

I don't think she is.

You're not seeing a ghost.
You're hallucinating

because your brain is adjusting
to your failing vision.

It's misinterpreting things
as shapes, or colours,

or sometimes even people. It's
called Charles Bonnet Syndrome.

Are you sure about that?

Oh, yes, absolutely. Though, it's
often mispronounced Charles Bonnet.

So you have atherosclerosis.
Plaque builds up in your arteries

and then travels down and has
caused a number of blockages.

Erm, unfortunately, the damage to
your right eye can't be reversed.

But if the cataract's removed,

you should be able to see
out of your left eye again.

So I won't be blind...

which means I won't see Winnie again...

which means I don't have to move.

Er, yes, I suppose it does.

I'll refer you to the
hospital for more tests.

Er, they'll measure your
cholesterol, they'll give you

an arteriogram to check that your
arteries are in good enough shape

to operate on. They'll...

Are you seeing her now?

I don't know. Who's that?

Oh, God! What on Earth?!

What are you doing there? Wake up.

What have you...

What's he done?

He's a complete idiot and he's fired.

What's happened?

He took 200 milligrams of
Tramadol from the surgery.

It'll wear off, but he'll need a
taxi. Mr Upton needs a taxi, too.

Please.

Hm? What?

I don't actually work here.

Hmm.

- You OK?
- I will be, yeah.

Thanks for calling the Doc.

I hate to disappoint you but it looks like

I won't have to sell
White Cliffs after all.

Listen, if you're happy then I'm happy.

Er, could I get two taxis to pick
up from Portwenn Surgery, please?

- Is he asleep?
- No, it's Tramadol.

Oh.

That's the taxis on their way, Doc.

Er, right, next patient, please.

Like I said, I'm not
actually working here.

Then what are you doing behind the desk?

I was helping.

Bloody hell, you don't change, do you?

What?

Oh, God.

Morwenna.

- What?
- You can have your old job back.

Do you want me to come
back and work for you?

Well, you're experienced
and there's a vacancy.

Look, it's not like I enjoy
working at the estate agents,

but at least Samantha
pretends that she needs me.

Is that really the best you can do?

You're very efficient.

All right, yeah. Suppose that'll do it.

Now, let's discuss my pay rise...

I beg your pardon?

Oh. Samantha's just cancelled
our viewing for tomorrow.

Oh, yes. Erm, I think Mr Upton's
gonna stay in the house.

- Oh.
- You disappointed?

Yeah... Yeah, I'm disappointed.

I think it just made me feel
nostalgic and think about my dad.

It probably would have
been too much work anyway.

At least I got to have a nose around.

So you don't want to move any more?

No, I'm happy here. Anyway,
it's not for sale now, so...

Hmm. Mind you, Mr Upton
is an elderly gentleman,

not enjoying the best of health.
You won't have to wait long.

Martin!

Also, I'm fairly certain there are some

serious structural issues
with that house.

I know this place is small and we're
definitely growing out of it...

.. but it's home, isn't it?
All our memories are here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no, no, no.

- No, no, no, no.
- Chicken!

Janice calls James "chicken",

so now everything he
likes he calls "chicken".

Well, it's not a chicken, is it?

- It's a dog, so...
- Can we keep him?

Er, no, dogs are filthy. It's insanitary.

- Rargh!
- Argh!

- Martin, it's me.
- Stewart.

For the next two days, we're gonna
be building our own quarters.

Ta-da!

- Give us a hand, will you?
- No, I won't.

A doctor's just a vet that does
people. C'mon, grab these lambs.

- Why's it doing that.
- It's submitting to you.

- Cos you're sort of the alpha of the pack.
- No, I'm not.

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