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(CHILD BURBLING)

Oh, you're looking gorgeous today,
aren't you?

Yes.
How did you sleep?

Oh, I didn't, really.

Sorry. After you.
No. No, no.

Neither one of us is sleeping
too well these days.

When I wake up in the middle
of the night, you're not there.

I can't find my tie. A blue one.
Most of your ties are blue.
They're not.

Some of them are red.
Look in the wardrobe.

After you get up, I lie awake
for hours listening to you.

Well, I'm sorry.
I try not to make a noise.

I know you don't. That's why
I can't sleep. It's unsettling.

Oh, right. So my silence
is unsettling. Yes.

Ooh. Here it is.
Hm. Thank you.

If I do make a noise,
that'll wake you up. That's right.

Wakey, wakey, matey.
Oh!

Oh, no, thanks.
Places to go...

things to do, people to caution.
You, maybe.

All I've gotta do is fix
Ruth's broadband

and help Dad at the restaurant.

Not exactly a red letter day.
Come on. You've gotta grab
life by the throat.

Maybe this afternoon, eh?
Al Large, you are a winner.

You can't be wasting your life
lying in bed. Yes, I can.

But it's a beautiful day!

Yeah. Yeah.
Close the curtains, will you?

Citalopram, 20 milligrams.
84 tablets.

Check.
I don't believe that's necessary.

Estradiol, two milligrams,
84 tablets.

I've been a pharmacist for 25 years.
And I've yet to make a mistake.

All present and correct.

I don't know why she bothers.
Isn't it because you -

I'm better now!
There you go, Molly.

Thanks so very much.
No, thank you.

Do you feel you handled that
professionally?

Yes, I do. Yes. What if another
customer had been present?

What's written on the prescription
form stays on the prescription form.

You might as well have broadcast it
to the entire village.

'Molly Tain's depressed.'

That's hardly fair, now.
'And, by the way,

she is going through
the menopause, too.'

Good morning, Louisa Ellingham.

Good morning.
What can we do for you today?

Can I be of service to you?

Well, I was wondering if you had
anything that might help
with sleeping.

Is it for you?

Have you ever given
lavender oil a try?

Quite a lot of people take this now
instead of taking pills?

It's soothing and
it's completely harmless.

I don't think Louisa is interested
in alternative medicine.

So, what do you do with it? Well,
you can heat it up in an oil burner.

If you don't mind the fire risk.
Or put a couple of drops on
your pillow at night.

And ruin your bed linen. And it's
also supposed to help with anxiety.

Oh...and it cures baldness,
as well (!)

Yeah. Why don't we give it a go?

Oh. Can't do any harm.

And then you just press...
That's like magic, or something.

Not just a pretty face, then.

So...well...

Yeah?
Well...

Are you...spoken for?

What?
Well, there's no...

beefy boyfriend lurking, ready to
beat me up if I took you for a drink?

No. Not really.

I mean, no, I don't.

Well, then, would you like...
to go out?

With you?

'Fraid so.
Morwenna.

Hi.

Next patient.
Oh. Sorry. Er...

Malcolm Raynor.

God!

Well?
Sure. Why not?

Right.

I'm sorry, Doc.

But it's back. What is?
My suspected pem formis vulgaris.

It's a life-threatening rash.

Which you don't have.
Roll up your sleeve.

Pem formis vulgaris
is a chronic blistering condition.

You had a slight rash,
caused by an itchy jumper,

which has now cleared up.
What?

No. If you look carefully,
you can just about -

Get out.

I've got quite a dry throat.
I think I might be getting a cough.

Do you actually have a cough?
Beginnings of one.

Drink hot water with honey and lemon.
If it hasn't cleared up in a week,
come back and see me.

It's always a week with you.
Aren't you gonna examine me?

Should a cough actually materialise,
I'll be only too happy.

In the meantime, please go away.

Next patient!

I've switched your ISP,
but you're on the same DSL carrier.

So you should get better
download speeds now.

Well, I understood about 50% of that.

So I'm going to take an educated
guess and say, thank you.

No worries, Ruth. Better than
sitting around, kicking my heels.

You seem a bit off your stride today.

Well, I had a bad experience
this morning.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

I woke up at Joe Penhale's.

And there I was...

..nowhere. Well, I can see how you
might find that a bit unsettling.

Mm. I always thought
I'd be a successful...

..something or other.

I don't know what that is, but...
that is disgusting.

Oh, they're crime scene photographs -
I'm assessing

the perpetrator this week
at Wormwood Scrubs.

You see? Everybody has
a more exciting life than I do.

I'm sick of waiting
for things to change, Ruth.

Then stop waiting.

Yeah, but -
And stop whining.

We're the authors of our lives.
You write the story,

and you have no-one to blame
but yourself.

If you want to change your
circumstances, then change them.
Only you can do it.

Right.
Right!

Thanks, Ruth.
I'm gonna make some changes.

Good.

But perhaps not straight away.

I need you to drive me to the station
tomorrow afternoon.

I mean, I do my best.

But I sometimes swear to God
she makes me feel like screaming!

Ow!
Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

I didn't say stop.

Here. I'm the one who's been on his
feet all evening in the restaurant.

And normally, it's the hard-working
man who gets the massage.

Yeah, but that's what I like
about you, Bert. You're different.

Now...don't let Sal...get to you.
She's had a bit of a hard time
of it recently.

Yeah. I suppose so.

Let's do something to take your mind
off her. Ooh. What kind of something?

Well...
I can think of a couple of things (!)

Oh (!) I bet you could.
No, no, no.

What about this weekend,

you and I...go for a walk,
like the old days?

Fresh air...gorgeous views...
Sounds nice.

Mm.
Just what the doctor ordered, eh?

Come on. Back to work.
Right, Madame (!)

Ooh! You're good at this, Bert.

(SNIFFS)
What's that smell?

(SNIFFS)

I can't smell anything.
Is it perfume?

It smells like a cat.
Oh.

And you thought it was my perfume.
Thanks (!)

I put lavender oil on the pillow.
I thought it might help you sleep.

I see.

Well, maybe you could give it a try.

You do know that lavender oil in
high concentration can be cytotoxic?

Well, it's not
high in concentration.

And I brought your magazine up for
you. I thought you could read
and fall asleep.

It can also be a stimulant.
I only used a tiny bit.

And I've got an eye mask, too,
so the light won't bother me.

I don't really feel like reading.

Oh, just give it a try, will you?

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFS)
Oh, Martin, stop it!

Sleep well.
Goodnight.

Where are you going?
Er, nowhere. I was just um...

I was settling.

I could hardly breathe last night.

Felt like someone was sitting on -
Oh, stop talking? I'm trying
to listen to your lungs.

How can I listen when
you're talking all the time?

Well?
You have crepitations in both lungs.

Crepitations?
Crackling sounds.

Well, what does that mean?
It can mean any number of things.

It says here you do building work.
That's right.

What sort?
Well, you name it, I've done it.

Brickie, demolition,
loft conversions?

Do you use insulation in
loft conversions? Well, yeah. Course.

Gotta keep the heat in
and the cold out, right?

And could you ever have used
asbestos as insulation in the past?

I'm not sure.
Mike was in charge of the project.

I'm going to send you
for a chest X-ray. What?

Why?
You've heard of asbestosis?

Yes. Is it serious?
It can lead to cancer.

You should tell the man you used to
work for that he needs to get
a checkup too.

Mike Early? I can't. He's dead.

Lung cancer.

Take that with you
to the hospital tomorrow.

Oh, dear.
I'm sorry I'm a little bit late.

Don't be silly. You're spot on.

Oh.
How are you today?

Oh. Well, I'm fine, thanks.

And you?
Very well. Oh!

(CHUCKLES)

I've been thinking, maybe I've been
a little unfair on you, Jennifer.

Oh, no. Not in the least.

I understand you're just
doing your job. Ooh.

There you go.
I can't fault you for that.

Well...I always try
and give it my best, wherever I am.

You certainly do. And now you can
give it your best somewhere else,
thanks.

My case has been reviewed
by the pharmacy regulator.

And I can now practice again
unsupervised.

Morning, Malcolm.

I'm dying.
What, again?

No, I really am this time.
Sorry about that, mate.

Pint?
On the house?

You're not dead yet (!)

So. What are you doing back, then?
Oh.

Well, she's been given
the all clear.

So I'm out of a job now.

Well, we won't have to wait until
the weekend for our picnic.

I suppose I'd better phone the
agency and see if they've got
something else for me.

Don't worry about that.
Think of this as a holiday, eh?

I reckon you deserve a break.
Don't you?

I mean, the problem is,

we all think we got all this time.

Loads of the stuff.

'Oh, I'll do it later.
Maybe tomorrow.'

And then you wake up one day...
and you know?

Might not be a tomorrow.
Might not be a later.

Just ask old Mike Early. Yeah?

Yeah, that's right.
Live while you can.

Cos you never know what's gonna
happen next. All right, Malcolm.

Had a few complaints.
Twelve's a bit early, isn't it?

Would you like one, Joe?
They say they're bad for you.

But it don't matter now, does it?
No.

Because you're drunk and disorderly.

And they're cheese and onion.
I'm not a fan.

Now, come on.

Gotta have an X-ray, Joe.

Chest.

Could be all over.

Some folks say...
the glass is half empty.

Others say it's half full.

I just say it's broken.

And I say you're coming down
the station to sober up.

Morwenna, there's only two MMR
vaccinations. I told you to contact
everyone on the list.

I did. The rest are a bit scared
to come in now.

Oh, for God's sake.
Don't they know it's safe?

If they don't vaccinate their
children, they run the risk
of a ghastly disease.

No. They're not scared of the
vaccination, they're scared of you.

(GROANS)

How long would it take
to get to Bristol?

Who cares? It's the only place
I can find any sort of decent job.

At least you're not dying.
It's not a competition.

Just as well. I'd've won.

How are you feeling?
Oh, God!

That was quite the liquid lunch,
Malcolm.

I think you need to hear a few hard
truths about the perils of
the demon drink.

As long as I'm told
in a nice quiet volume.

You're lucky I don't issue you
with a fixed penalty notice.

Doc says...
I might've got asbestosis.

(COUGHS)

Well, that's still no excuse
for disorderly conduct.

You been working with asbestos?
Ages ago.

I did this place.

(COUGHS)

Yeah. This is the stuff I put in.

(COUGHS)

Can't I just...keep the door closed?

No. No, you've gotta get it removed
professionally.

It's nasty stuff, this.
It gets worse.

We must've done the lofts in
at least ten houses in this village.
(COUGHS)

You'll be fine.

Injection. He's a brave lad,

my Harry, but, you know,
not a great fan of getting jabbed.

God, yeah. I hate it.

I remember one time,
there was this nurse,

and she couldn't find a vein, so she
just kept stabbing me with a needle.

Over and over and over.

Next patient!
In you go.

Hurry up!

Ooh! That's a big tool
you got there, Constable (!)

(LAUGHTER) It's not mine, actually.
I borrowed it.

Oh. I see what you did there.
Aargh!

Why is he shaking?
Bit scared of the old needle, Doc.

This is an MMR vaccination.

It helps protect you against
highly infectious diseases.

Now, do you want a short, sharp pain
in your arm now,

or the possibility of measles
and mumps down the line?

Mm? Maybe pneumonia and seizures,
if you're extra lucky (!)

Also, the doctor gives out lollipops
to brave little boys. No, I don't.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

There's an emergency in the village.
Right. I'll get my bag.

I've been looking,
and there are no jobs around here.

So I'm gonna have to make one
for myself. Right?

Good.
Yeah. I was thinking...

an electric shuttle bus
from the hill to the village.

Go on.
Well, it's steep, isn't it?

And you get all these erm...
tourists everywhere.

Correct on both counts.
Ferry them up and down.

Give a little description
of all the historical places.

And charge them what I want.

Right. Yeah.
Have you worked out the costs?

Vehicle, insurance, maintenance?

Have you got a business plan?

Can you cover the costs
with the summer trade?

Because in the winter,
this place is a ghost town.

No, you're right. You haven't really
thought this through, have you?

No.

Come on. I don't wanna be late.

Smile for the camera.

(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Loser!
What's the emergency?

Well, it's not really an emergency,
Doc.

He stapled his hand to the pole.
I didn't know whether to
pull it out.

I know when you get a fencepost
stuck in you the medical procedure
is to leave it in.

So, what are you gonna do?
Pull it out.

OK. That's a plan (!)

Right. Hold still. Haven't really
got much choice, have I, Doc?

That's quite deep, Doc.

Bleedin' 'ell, Doc!

Sorry.

That's all right.
Quite a...good shot, as it goes.

Got both my shoes...and my trousers.

That's something.

Come to the surgery.

Louisa, how's the doc?
Fine, thanks.

Well, I supposed he's used to it,
isn't he?

Used to what?

Out like a light.
He's a great little sleeper.

Well, it's all over the village.
What is?

That you threw up on Joe Penhale.

Right. Yes. Right.

Your blood phobia's
not getting any better, is it?

No. Not yet.

Will you phone
that psychiatrist now?

You've really gotta talk to someone.

Why do you think it's getting worse?

Is it the house?

Is it too small for us?

Do you need more space?

Er...no. I don't think so.

I don't know.

Well, is it me, then?
No, of course not.

Well, you don't sound very sure.
I am.

You're not very convincing.
(DOORBELL)

What are you doing here?
Your father's died.

I thought it best I tell you myself.

Yes. I see.

Hello?
Erm...er...my father's died.

Oh, Martin, I'm so sorry!

Who are you?
I'm Martin's wife.

Louisa, this is my mother.

Oh, right.
You're married?

Yes.
We're married - married with a son.

Really? Yes.
But you're still the village GP.

Erm...would you like to come inside?

Yes. Thank you, Louise.
It's Louisa.

Have you come far?
From Portugal.

How did he die?
Shall we have a cup of tea?

I don't drink tea.

He had a stroke.
Ischemic of haemorrhagic?

What? Was his stroke caused by
a clot or a bleed?

I really don't know, Martin.

And when's the funeral?

It was two weeks ago.

So, when did you find out?
I was there. Your father and I
got back together.

Well, why didn't you tell me?
I'm telling you now.

There are some things one just
doesn't do over the phone.

So, where are you staying?

I was thinking -
We don't have a spare room.

There is James's room.
Where James sleeps.

Would he mind?
He's nine months old.

Well, then.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's erm...

only for a few days, I'm sure.

No, about your father.

Yes.

She might've called first. Has she
ever done that before, just turn up

out of the blue?
No.

So, how are you?

I'm fine. thank you.

If you wanna talk... I mean, I know
you probably don't, but if you do...

Mm.

The room's ready.
Yeah. We moved James.

Actually, it'll be quite nice to
have him sleeping with us again.
Won't it?

I'm going to bed.

Hot chocolate?

No.

Morning. Did you sleep well?

The room was a little stuffy.

Oh, dear. I'm sorry to hear that.

But it was fine.

Well, looks like it's gonna be
a lovely day.

When was the last time
you were here?

Oh, it was a little while ago.
It must be so nice,
seeing Martin again.

Mm. Does he listen to you?

Erm...well, yes.

I don't want to assume.
All marriages are different.

Yeah, of course.

We haven't been as close
as maybe I would've liked.

Oh, I don't entirely blame Martin.

I was at fault myself.

Mm.

Well, I suppose, you know...
families can be like that.

Mm. Well, you understand.

I'm glad you can see my side.

I didn't realise there were sides.

No, I don't mean it
exactly like that. But...

I would like to improve things
between us.

Yeah.

And I hope we can be friends.

Well, yeah.

Would you like to feed James?

No, I...I'll have my coffee first.

I'm not really a morning person...
as they say.

Let's go and find your daddy.

Martin? Why are you doing that now?

Come in the kitchen and help me.
I've nearly finished. Do it later!

She's your mother.
Mm. I'm aware of that (!)

We found him.

I wanted to talk to you.

Please, Martin.

Just as well it wasn't a good one.

So, what are your plans today?

Hadn't thought about it, really.
Martin?

Maybe you should show your mother
round the village. Er, no.
I have patients to attend to.

Perhaps we can talk later?

(SIGHS)

He looks tired. Oh, he hasn't been
sleeping very well recently.

Well, he didn't as a child either.

Always cried himself to sleep
in the end, though.

Really.

Mm. It may sound cruel.
That's what we did in my day.

If I had my time again,
we'd do things differently.

Morning.
Mike.

This is Margaret, Martin's mother.

Mike's James's childminder.
Oh, how very modern.

Hi. It's nice to meet you.

Right.
Oh...give him to me.

I'll get to know him better.
Here we go.

I'm off to work.
Will you two be all right?

Yes.
Any problems, just give me a call.

Mike, he's not had any breakfast.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.
Yes.

See you later.
See you.

He likes to be
jigged up and down a bit.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Can't have changed
for thousands of years.

Bert?
Yes, my love.

My agency phoned.
I've got another job.

Oh, that's good news.

Well, don't you think?
It's in Woking.

And I've got to leave tomorrow.

They couldn't find you something
a little closer.

I've got to go to where the work is.

But you could stay here a bit longer,
right?

Induction's on Monday.

Get out! Has the hospital rung
about my results yet?

No!
Well, how much longer -

Out! Out, out, out!

(CLAMOUR)
Shut up! Shut...up!

What's going on?

Seems there's a bit of worry
in the village.

Doc. Can you see me now?
No. Morwenna.

Make them all sit down.

(CLAMOUR) You heard the man.
Please take a seat.

Doc? Should I wait here, then?

OK, get back. Behind the tape.

Behind the tape!

Are you listening?
Now, I want everyone to breathe
through your noses.

Er, why? Because your nose hair
will block the asbestos.

Out of my way.
Ah. Doc.

OK, tosser!
Just in time.

Did you put this up?

Blanketed the village. Health
and safety's one of my duties.
You've caused complete panic.

Well, it's my duty to inform
the public if there's a concern.

'Every breath you take could be
giving you cancer.'
Like on the movie posters. You know.

'In space,
no-one can hear you cough.' (COUGHS)

It grabs their attention. Anyway,
I looked it up on the internet.

Asbestos does give you cancer.
It's not asbestos, it's cellulose.

What? It's not asbestos.
Take off your mask!

It's not asbestos, it's cellulose.
Oh, my God!

It's harmless. It's not a health
hazard. Really? I always thought
that stuff was asbestos.

Is this what you put in
all the houses?

Take all these down, you idiot!

Well, if I haven't got asbestosis,
what's wrong with me?

I don't know! I haven't
had your X-rays back, have I?!

'Warn, everyone,' you said.

'Oh, you'll be a hero, Joe.'

Why couldn't you just have
put asbestos in the houses, eh?

(COUGHS)

You've gotta make me an appointment.
My lungs are burning!
I was here first.

You're all fine. It's not asbestos.
Get out!

Apart from all those with
scheduled appointments, of course.

Go!

Afternoon, Sal.
Afternoon, Bert. How can I help?

It's personal.
Oh.

Matter of the heart.
Really?

Jenny's leaving tomorrow and I...

Well, the truth of the matter is,

I've been feeling things that
I haven't felt for a while -
a long while.

I thought my old heart
had turned to stone.

But then she showed up...
and everything changed.

I guess what I'm trying to say,
Sal...

Is there any way that the two of you
could work together here?

So that Jenny didn't have to go.

No.

So. What was it like, then,
being in the army?

Oh, I...

I'd rather not talk about it.
Why not?

Were you black ops? What?
You know - special squad.

Infiltrating behind enemy lines.

Answerable only to the
Chief of Staff. No, I... I just...

I just think
talking about work's boring.

I don't mind it.
That's cos you work for the doc.

He's got a bit of a reputation
in the village.

A no-nonsense kind of guy.
He does get some right morons in.

But that doesn't mean he has to
shout at them all the time. Like...

Today, right?
I come back from my break.

And I hear the doc
and this woman arguing.

And he's saying, 'For the last time,
you idiot, you can't get crabs from
paddling in rock pools.'

(LAUGHS)

Well...you can't.
No. No, that was a joke.

I just mean it must be difficult,
being constantly surrounded
by people less smart than he is.

What? Like me?
Oh, no, no. I didn't mean that.

What, so I'm smarter than the doc,
then, am I?

Well... (LAUGHS)
Erm...

Yeah. Exactly.

Cheers.

Good.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Table for six.

Not bad for a week night.

Is that it?
Well, what's got you so miserable?

Living with Joe Penhale.
He wants to go for a run tomorrow.

I told you you should've stayed.
Not much of that going on here.

Mind you...not much of anything's
going on here.

Is business down?
Jenny.

She's leaving us. Tomorrow.

Got a job in Woking.

Oh, right.

That's rough. Sorry.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do with myself.

Are you serious about her?

Have you told her?
I think she knows.

Dad...tell her.

Before it's too late.

But, if she does leave,

can I have my room back?

Morwenna. Malcolm Raynor
has an appointment. Where is he?

Late. I rang, but there's no answer.

Hypochondriacs
don't miss appointments.

Go to his house
and see if he's there. Now? Now.

You take Tiny Lane...

No, look.

Haven't you got a map there?

Well...shouldn't you have one?

Fine. Shall I come round
and draw you one (?)

Malcolm?

Malcolm!

The doc sent me to check on you.

We've got your X-rays back
from the hospital.

Malcolm!

Oh, God!

Malcolm? Malcolm.

Malcolm!

You coming, love?

I rang the doc. He's on his way.

Malcolm? (COUGHS)
Morwenna, where are you?

Back here, Doc.

He's hardly breathing.
Take that.

Just try and breathe normally.

What's wrong with him?
Hypersensitivity pneumonitis.
What's that? Mr Raynor?

I'm going to ask you some questions.
Answer by just shaking or
nodding your head.

Do you have air conditioning
in your house?

Are you ever exposed to hay...
or damp grain?

Does bird seed count as grain?
Why? Do you ever come into contact
with bird seed? Course.

Everybody knows about
Malcolm and his pigeons.
Well, I didn't!

(COUGHS)

You've got pigeon fancier's lung.

The pulmonary lining
has become inflamed.

The bird seed got in your lungs,
Malcolm. No, it didn't.

You inhaled
proteins from bird faeces.
You've been inhaling bird poo.

Well, that can't be right.

I've had them birds for years.
It could come on at any time.

You'll have to get rid of them.
But they're my family.
Can't I keep just a couple?

What do you mean, they're
your family? They're pigeons!

You have a serious lung disease
that could lead to asphyxiation.

No. Sorry.

Make an appointment
as soon as possible.

Morwenna - get the bag.

Where are we?

Why are we stopping?
We're here.

I said Bodmin Station.
I've got pepper spray in my bag.

Bert?

Bert!

What's going on?

I don't want you to leave.

Well, I don't want to either,
but I've got to work.

What if you didn't?
What if I supported you?

What do you mean?
Well...

What if you stayed here...
and lived with me?

Permanently. For ever.

What are you saying?

Jennifer Cardew...

will you...

..marry me?

Oh, Bert.

It's the first time I've ever
heard you lost for words, girl.

Course I will.

You coming?

(BABY CRIES)
Sh, sh, sh!

Where's Louisa?
Upstairs.

Wondered where that had got to.

It's the only thing of Joan's
worth salvaging.

If I can get it going,
it might be quite valuable.

Your father had regrets, you know.

No, I didn't.

For the way you were brought up.

I see.

He wanted to tell you how he felt.

And then it was too late.

I'm sorry, Martin.

(BABY WHIMPERS)
Sh, sh, sh.

He had years to tell me that.

I said, I'M sorry.

For how I was...with you.

That's why I'm here. To try
somehow to make up for everything.

Well...
(BABY GRIZZLES)

I can only say I did the best
I could. It wasn't good enough.

We are all we've got left, Martin.

You and me. Family.

(BABY GRIZZLES)
Shh!

I have a family.

I have a wife...

and I have a son...and I have Ruth.

That's not what I meant.

We have a chance now...

to make up for lost time.

Don't we, Martin?

I'm going to my room to read.

You look awful.
Have you lost weight?

No. What will your patients think
when they see their doctor
looking so poorly?

Get out. I think the word
you're looking for is, 'Hello.'
What are you doing here?

Sorry. I have a waiting room
full of sick people.

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

If you've won a race or you
want a medal, come up here. Now!

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