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It's rota.

Pardon?

A roster is just
a list of names.

A rota is a schedule
of activities.

Oh. Thank you, Martin.

So, you're blue,

and I've scheduled you to drop
James at nursery every other day

and collect every third

plus every other Thursday
when I have after-school meetings.

Is that strictly necessary?

Well, it's the only
time I get to catch up

with the other teachers.

No, not the meetings, the rota.

Well, I thought you'd approve.

Things have been so
hectic since Janice left,

not that she was much help.

Besides, we'll need it more
than ever when I start studying.

If you start studying.

Well, yeah, if.

Look, we can discuss it later.

Maybe schedule in a
conversation for Wednesday.

- Yes.
- That was a joke.

- Hey.
- Yes.

Wait up!

I've spoken to Mrs. Trappett,

and she believes
the sale of the farm

will go through
within the month.

I'll try to make the transition

as painless as
possible for you both.

Transition to what,
losing the B&B?

Not having a place to live?

Remember the doc's
orders, boy. Stay calm.

Well, you'll need a place
to stay, as well, won't you?

I thought you were
sleeping in the van?

Technically, I maybe
been staying at the B&B.

I see. Well, that'll
have to change.

And you'll need to find
somewhere for the whiskey still.

Ruth, is there any way
we can change your mind?

I'm sorry, Al.

I've spent enough
money on all this.

I don't want to lose any more.

No, the decision's been made.

Well, your heartbeat's
regular. There are no murmurs.

How are you getting
on with the medication?

Oh, my Sal's on
top of all that now.

She runs a tight ship.

And what about the
cardiac rehabilitation?

Enjoying it.

In fact, I'm planning
on stepping up again,

get myself really fit.

All right. You can get dressed.

Doc, have you ever
heard of race walking?

Well, it has the same benefits
health-wise as normal walking.

- It's just...
- Yeah, it's just faster.

Yeah.

Well, I was thinking of
asking Sal to join me.

You know, joint interest,
bringing us closer together.

Well, take it easy.

Oh, don't worry about
me, Doc. I never felt fitter.

Still, I would speak
to your physiotherapist

before doing anything,

and make an appointment
to see me in one month.

Right you are, Doc.

- Oh, looking good, Ken.
- I don't feel so good.

At least you're
out of hospital, eh?

Hey, I was going to
come and visit you,

but, you know, people like
their peace and quiet, don't they?

Yes, Bert, they do.

Just before your incident,
we were talking about

how many bottles of whiskey
you were going to take.

- Bert.
- Ah, no.

For a start, how
about 12 bottles?

Sale or return. I've
got the first batch here.

I'm shutting the pub.

What?

Being a landlord isn't a job
for a recovering alcoholic.

Oh.

Well, I wasn't aware of
your previous situation.

Well, just because you
work in a sweet shop,

it don't mean that you
have to eat all the cakes.

I'm going to my
sister's tomorrow

while I decide what
to do with this place.

The pub is the cornerstone
of the community.

You have a civic
duty to keep it open.

I'm sorry, Bert.

You'll just have to sell your
whiskey to somebody else.

- Ken didn't take much, then?
- He's not taking anything.

- Ah.
- He's closing the pub.

Right. That is it.

Final straw. Writing
on the wall. I am done.

I'm officially handing
over the business to you.

- The business?
- Yep.

What, you mean the failed B&B
and the failed whiskey company?

All yours.

So you're quitting and leaving
me to pick up the pieces,

not to mention Ruth
being out of pocket?

We'll talk about this
later when you, boy,

are a little less emotional.

Emotional?

Mm. Cimex lectularius.

- Doesn't sound good.
- Bed bugs.

Have you been sleeping in a
bed other than your own lately?

Chance would be a fine thing.

That's more my ex-husband's
department than mine.

I knew he'd been around
the block a few times,

but it didn't mean
he had to visit

every bloody house on the way.

Yes or no?

No.

Go away.

Anyway, I pride myself
on a clean house.

Bed bugs aren't
attracted to dirt.

I'll write you a prescription
for a mild steroid cream.

What's wrong with your hand?

This? Been like it for ages.

It's Dupuytren's contracture.

Why haven't you
shown me this before?

My mother's hand was the
same. I just thought it was genetic.

Yeah, it is, but it's
also easily curable.

Make an appointment
to come and see me.

I'll perform a needle fasciotomy
and straighten your fingers out.

I run the shop on my own now.

I can't keep closing. My
customers won't like it.

If left untreated, you run the
risk of permanent tissue damage

and the loss of function
in your hand altogether.

There you go.

Oh, Clive.

In here, my lovely.

- What? What are you doing?
- Stock taking.

You know you're not allowed
near prescription drugs.

Dr. Ellingham still
hasn't forgiven me.

I was trying to help.

Well, take this to
Mrs. Brockbank.

Well, she lives miles away.

Well, you can do your
race-walking thing.

I was hoping that was
something we could do together.

Team Tishell.

What, with my neck?

Dear me.

Yes, go on, then. Go.

Dear, oh, dear.

What are you doing home?

Oh, just picking up
some clothes for sailing.

- Sailing?
- I've had to send Pippa home.

I think she's got the flu,

so now I have to take year six
sailing after school this week.

It's a complete-the-activity
certificate.

They won't get
another opportunity.

But you hate boats.

Yes, was no one else available.

Oh, well, I've got some
anti-motion-sickness tablets

in the surgery.

I'll fetch them for you as
soon as I've updated the rota.

Oh, it's not the seasickness
I'm worried about, Martin.

It's capsizing and drowning.
I'm not very good on boats.

Sorry, why are you
updating the rota?

Well, I assume you'll
want me to collect James

from nursery all week?

- Yes.
- Right, then.

In order to be effective,

then the rota has
to reflect the change.

Next patient's here, Doc.

Uh, right, do you mind?

I'll keep the pen. I need it.

- What are you doing?
- Race-walking.

- Sport of the future.
- I can see that.

You got to keep one foot
on the ground all the time.

Well, you're a natural.

Where you going?

Mrs. Brockbank.

Bandages run.

- Join you?
- Well, if you can keep up.

Have you set a date yet?

- End of the month, 29th.
- Oh.

- Amy Vincent?
- Yes.

Go through.

Have a look at this afternoon's
appointments, please.

You are fully booked.

Right. In that case, I need you
to collect James from nursery.

Do I look like an au pair?

I can't be in two
places at once,

and, yes, you do
look like an au pair.

Well, lucky for you I know
an excellent receptionist

who can reschedule
those appointments for you.

I need to be at work soon, Doc.

Yes. Right.

I'll change those
appointments, then, shall I?

Yes. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Cheer up.

It might never happen.

Too late. It already has.

Bad as that?

Even worse.

Whiskey business
not working out?

Nothing is. I got no job,
back to sleeping in the van.

I might as well lie
down on the beach

and let the tide carry me away.

You could always come
work for me if you like.

Really?

I can't afford to pay much,

but now I'm getting
my hand sorted out,

I could do with the help.

Plus there's a storeroom above.

You could stick
a cat bed in there.

That's really generous
of you, Caitlin.

Now, when you say you
can't afford to pay very much...

Well, we'll have a
chat about that later.

You're running.
That's now allowed.

No, I'm not.

One foot on the
ground at any one time!

Your pulse rate is 48.

Your blood pressure's still low.

Last week you said
it wasn't a problem.

No, it isn't, necessarily.

It could coincide with
your underactive thyroid.

Probably all that sea
air chilling me out.

You should try it.

Beg your pardon?

Sailing. Give you a free lesson.

No, thank you.

How much thyroxaline
have you got left?

A week's worth.

I'll write you a
prescription for some more.

There's something else I
wanted to ask you about, Doc.

Yes?

Alopecia areata. It's
an autoimmune disorder.

Quite often people
who suffer from one,

like your underactive thyroid,

are more susceptible
to developing another.

Will I go bald?

We shouldn't rule it out,

but let's see if it
grows back on its own.

Well, w-when? I'm
getting married soon.

It's impossible to tell.
When did you first notice it?

Last week. Can you do anything?

I could inject the affected
areas with corticosteroids

but it's very painful and
it isn't always effective.

Better just to wait and see
if it grows back on its own.

Make an appointment to come
and see me in a month or so.

A month?

Or sooner if the
hair loss gets worse.

Thank you.

Whoa.

What are you doing, Clive?

I got a new training partner.

Hi.

Same time tomorrow?

Yeah.

No, you shouldn't
be overdoing it, Clive!

I'm all right.

Don't you like the water, Miss?

Yeah, Emily. I
like it just fine.

Hello, sailors. Life jackets.

Me, me, me, please.

Oh, Ms. Glasson, where's Pippa?

She's off sick, and it's
Mrs. Ellingham now.

Oh, of course. Sorry.

Habit from when
you were my teacher.

Like I always say, "Things
come and go in Portwenn,

but you can always rely
on good old Ms. Glass...

Mrs. Ellingham
being at the school."

It's like you're
part of the building.

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

Yep. I-I know.

So, done much sailing before?

Yeah, a little.

These life jackets, they've been
tested recently, haven't they?

Oh, yes.

Why do you always
wear a hat, miss?

It helps keep my head warm.

- But it's boiling, miss.
- Daniel, shh. Quiet.

Right. Everyone ready?

- Yes, miss.
- Good. Climb aboard this way.

Sensibly 'round the
jetty, please, Daniel.

Watch it!

Stupid...

Do this stupid...

Sorry. Amy, could you, uh...
Could you just hold up, please?

Daniel, just hang on there.

Don't go too close to the edge.

All right, everyone in position

and know what they're
meant to be doing?

- Yes, miss.
- Yes, miss.

Right. Mrs. Ellingham,
pull in the main sheet.

Sorry, the... the sheet?

The rope that's in your hand.

Aha. Yeah.

That's right.
Obviously I know that,

but for the benefit
of the children,

how hard should one
pull on the... the sheet?

Hard enough to
tighten the mainsail.

All right. Stand by, everyone.
We're ready to go about.

Ready to go about.

- Ready?
- Ready!

Here we go!

Pull, pull, pull!

I can't believe it.

I know. It really makes me mad.

I never thought that Ken
would close the pub for good.

Oh. Right. Your dad.
Dumping everything on you.

That's what we're annoyed about.

So I've got to find a new
place to live and a new job.

Al, Ken's closing the pub.

Yeah. I think we've already
established that, Morwenna.

Doesn't mean that someone else

can't take it over,
though, does it?

- You mean me?
- You've got experience.

You ran a restaurant and a B&B.

Yeah, I ran them
both into the ground.

Still, it's a good location.

And you could
live above the pub.

Yeah, you're right. Huh.

I knew I'd think of something.

What's this?

Come on. It's not a beer garden.

Sorry, Doc. You asked me to
come in today, blood-pressure check.

Yes, go through.

Do you have to?

What, eat?

Yes.

Hello, Bert.

Why are you wearing that thing?

Oh, Ruth. Just working.

What about the distillery?

I was going to come
and talk to you about that.

It's just that I've decided
that the whiskey business,

not for me.

Well, you could have
consulted with me first.

Oh, if it's the overdraft
that you're worried about...

What overdraft?

The one that you
guaranteed with the bank

when we took out
our business loan.

How much of it have you used?

Um, well, it's just that there
was this cash-flow issue, see?

All of it?

When does the
bank want it repaid?

By the end of next month.

So I'm being stung for £5,000
due to your incompetence?

I intend to pay you back
every single penny... eventually.

It's just it wasn't my fault.
With the economic climate...

No, Bert. It's you.

Giving up and letting other
people pick up the pieces.

Well, I'd say I
was disappointed,

but it's my own fault for
getting involved with you.

- Bert.
- What?

Can you give Mrs. Wells a hand
putting her shopping in the car?

Of course. Of course. Ruth.

Cheers.

So nice to have a man
helping about the place again.

We're closed. Bugger off.

- Open up, Ken. It's me.
- What do you want?

I've got a business
proposition for you.

I want to rent the pub.

I know how that goes.

You and your dad
get in behind the bar,

disaster comes
knocking moments later.

Not my dad, just me.

The village won't survive
without the pub, Ken.

Someone needs to
keep the place open.

I'm sorry, Al.

Your track record hardly
inspires confidence.

Well, I-I-I've learned
from my mistakes.

I need someone to
guarantee the rent.

Ruth.

She's my guarantee.

Ruth?

Yeah, because we're partners.

She'd make sure
nothing went wrong.

I'm also willing to give
you a share of the profits.

I don't know.

Ken, let me run
it for one night.

I'll get some customers
in, show you what I can do.

You can't lose.

Come on, then.

Collection's between
5:00 and 5:30, Doc.

- Them's the rules.
- Yes.

It's not good for the little
ones to be picked up late.

It makes them feel unsettled.

It makes them feel
"emotionally vulnerable."

No, it doesn't.

There's a fine for
parents who pick up late.

What if I told you I
found somewhere

to sell off the whiskey stock

whilst making an
additional profit?

Okay.

I was wondering if,
uh, you had a minute.

I supposed so.

Well, what would you say if I
told you I'd found somewhere

that we could sell
off the whiskey stocks

whilst making an additional
profit at the same time?

Well, I'd say, "When something
sounds too good to be true,

it usually is."

Well, except, Ruth,
in this instance,

Ken wants out of
the Crab and Lobster,

and he's very
keen for us to rent it.

There is a stipulation, though.

He needs you to
be the guarantor.

- A guarantor?
- Mm.

Are you serious?

Uh...

Yes.

I'm already been asked to
write off your £5,000 overdraft

as a bad bet.

Uh...

Wait, what overdraft?

The one you and your father
ran out without telling me.

And judging from the look
of incredulity on your face,

I wasn't the only one your
father kept it a secret from.

No. No, Ruth. You weren't.

And I-I am so sorry.

I imagine you are,

but I refuse to throw
good money after bad.

I'm sorry, Al.

You know how much I like you,

but our business
relationship is over.

Gosh, he took an age to go down.

Did Mel say if anything
happened today?

- Who's Mel?
- Mel from the nursery Mel.

Oh, no, she was
too busy lecturing me

on the pitfalls of being late.

You were late.

A patient overran. I
doubt if James was aware.

Seems to be enjoying
nursery, doesn't he?

He's a child. They
enjoy everything.

Spent half an hour today
playing with an envelope.

I threw it away.

- I didn't go to nursery.
- I did.

Teaches children
important social skills,

and he'll be entering
the preoperational stage

of cognitive development soon,

and it's good for him to learn
how to interact with others

in a healthy and
productive manner, Martin.

The preoperational stage?

Yes, it's, um... It's
Piaget's theory of...

Piaget's theory of
cognitive development.

Yes. How much
reading are you doing?

I'm a teacher. It's
my job to know things.

Yes.

Can't you wait 20 minutes?

- I'm hungry.
- It's 20 minutes.

We're not open yet.

Hi. What are you doing here?

You're looking at the
new temporary landlord

of the Crab and Lobster.

Ah!

So Ruth agreed to be guarantor?

No. No, but I've got one
shot to show her and Ken

I can make this work,
that we can keep the Crab.

But I need your help because
tonight has to be a big success.

Of course, anything.

So ring everyone you
know and you tell them

if they want to save
the Crab and Lobster,

they need to turn up tonight and
they need to spend their money.

- All right. I'm on it.
- Good.

Just remember, you're not
meant to be getting stressed.

Morwenna, all I'm doing
is banking everything

on one single night in
order to convince a woman

who's just lost
£5,000 backing me

that she needs to back me again.

So no stress.

Morning, Al.

Didn't I check your
blood pressure yesterday?

Yes, you did, sir,
and I'm just going.

Okay?

Crab and Lobster, 8:00. Bye.

I need to see Doc. It's urgent.

Your first appointment
is not for 15 minutes.

Come through.

It's getting worse.

No, it isn't.

I want some of those
injections you were on about.

What, corticosteroids?

My wedding's
coming up, and I've...

No. I'll write you
a prescription

for some steroid ointment.

And that'll do me fine
by my wedding day?

You need to take
it for six months,

and then we'd
review the situation

and see if you need
the injections or not.

Six months? I need
a cure right now.

I will not inject
steroids into a patient

who has a condition that may
very well clear up on its own.

You're not giving me
much choice, are you?

Choice?

This is medicine,
not a pudding trolley.

Fine.

This is private
number for Dr. Martin

and Louisa Ellingham,
not the surgery.

Please leave a message
but not for the surgery.

Um, hello. This is
Dr. Kate Gregory

from the North Cornwall
Center of Psychological Sciences

for Louisa Ellingham.

Just to say we've
received your application

for the child and adolescent
counseling course,

and we'd like you to
come in for an interview.

I can...

How's that stand coming along?

Oh, you know, slowly.

A big bag of limes, please.

Al asked me to get some.

I'll just be a minute.

What does he want the limes for?

For tonight, Keep the Crab.

You know, much as I
like Ken, I've got a feeling

AI's the right person
to turn the Crab around.

Ken wouldn't let me keep
a tankard behind the bar.

- There you go.
- Ah, great.

See you later.

Get on with it, Bert.

Yeah, well, if we don't
use it, we'll use it, Becks,

and then where are we
going to drink, Bodmin?

Yeah, exactly.

Okay. Great. See you there.

- Oh, afternoon off?
- Oh, I wish.

No, I've just come back
to pick something up.

Oh, are you coming to
the pub reopening later?

I'm not sure if we
could find a babysitter,

but I'll let you know.

Okay.

Morwenna.

Smear.

Kate? Yeah, hi. It's me.

What are you doing later?

Right. Okay, it's just that...

Nick DiSilva.

About time.

Go through.

Louisa.

Grabbed a jacket.

I'm not going to
spend my afternoon

shivering on that
stupid boat again.

Do you know what a sheet is?

It's the rope attached
to a clew on a sail.

Louisa.

No, I must dash.
See you at dinner.

Yeah.

Good morning.

- How can I help you?
- I got a new prescription.

Coming right up.

Morning.

Morning.

And a packet of
Powerlux, too, please.

Oh, right.

For a friend.

Right. Just get you a bag, then.

There you go.

Ready?

I'll be with you
in a minute, Joe.

There we are.

Out. Go on.

All right.

8-9-5.

That's £20 exactly.

Perfect. Thank you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Now, what seems
to be the problem?

Go on, son. Tell the doc.

I feel sick.

Any other symptoms?

I get a bit dizzy sometimes.

I'll have a look in your ear.

When did you first notice it?

About a couple weeks
ago, maybe more?

Why didn't you come
and see me sooner?

Just thought it was one
of those bugs going 'round.

Nothing there.

Follow my finger.

Yeah, look. His
eyes are oscillating.

It's labyrinthitis.

It's an inner ear infection.

That's what's
causing his nausea.

Can I still go sailing
with school tomorrow?

No.

We're both dead
keen on the boats.

I really need to get
my sailing certificate.

You need to stay in
bed for a couple of days,

keep warm, plenty of
fluids, and avoid bright light.

- Doc.
- Sorry, Doc.

- I told her to wait.
- You can't just come in here.

I'm in the middle
of a consultation.

He was the only one left,
and I've got places to be.

I can't be waiting on
you like yesterday.

What? That was 10 minutes!

This is completely unacceptable.

My time is precious,
Doc, as I imagine is yours.

All right.

If I agree to pay
you a little bit extra,

will you bring him
home every day?

50 quid.

25.

- A week?
- A month.

You should split the
difference, make it 35.

- Shut up.
- I'll take 35.

Add it to your late pickup fee.

See you tomorrow, little man.

Great, see you then.

You coming to the
pub tonight, Doc?

Ew.

I'll put you down
as a maybe, then.

Yes, quite. Labyrinthitis.

I won't prescribe an antibiotic.

There's not much
point at this stage.

Large whiskey. Want
three of them? Lovely.

That is about £8.

I'll come and get
it later, all right?

You okay?

Yeah, I didn't think
it'd be this busy.

I told you, the
village needs this pub.

- This is amazing.
- What are you doing?

Looks like you
could need a hand.

Yeah, we'll, cope. Thank you.

Well, there's no
need to be like that.

You should have told
me about the overdraft.

Your blood pressure
was high enough as it was.

I didn't think saying
something would help matters.

Now, do you want my help or not?

No, thank you.

Right. Who's next?

Right. I'm off to make dinner.

- Oh, right.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

You stay here and have another.

Keep off the hard stuff, mind.

Lemonade shandy, I promise.

Right.

Yeah.

I'll make sure he
gets home safe.

I'm a very lucky man.

Luckier than I am.

Never had much
success with the ladies.

Another?

Why not?

One more won't kill us.

I can't wait for
Pippa to get better.

I mean, you'd think I'd
be at home on a boat.

I live by the sea, born
in a fishing village.

You'd think it would
be in the blood.

No, not today.

It's just as bad
as the one before.

Dr. Kate Gregory left
you a telephone message.

Oh?

I mean, the whole idea
of a soul mate is ridiculous,

that there should be one
person for you in the world.

Although me and Janice
did have a lot in common.

Fish and chips, kung fu movies,
robots, sausage and chips.

She loved sausages.

But it's fine. I'm fine.

This is good. This is better.

Thanks, mate. I appreciate it.

Clive, people are
starting to stare.

Clive.

Morwenna, ring the Doc.

Why didn't you tell me

that you'd already
applied for this course?

Because I didn't
want to say anything

until I knew if I'd
been accepted or not.

You said you hadn't
made any decisions yet.

I hadn't, and I still haven't.

You know, giving up
teaching is a big deal, Martin.

I just needed time to think
and explore my options.

That's all.

So are you going to
go to the interview?

What?

They've asked me
for an interview?

Yes?

I'll be right there.

Is everything okay?

No. Sounds like Clive Tishell's
had another heart attack.

Oh, no.

I can't believe you didn't
realize he was dead.

I just thought he
was a good listener.

Oh, God.

Someone is going
to have to tell Sally.

It's me, isn't it?

Yeah.

- Will you come with me, Doc?
- No.

I need some support.
She respects you.

You're a doctor.

Fine. Come on.

Right, under the circumstances,

I think we should
close for the night,

but one last drink on the
house for Clive Tishell.

- Clive Tishell.
- Clive Tishell.

Mr. Tishell.

Don't worry, Doc. I
know what I'm doing.

Dr. Ellingham, what can
I do for you at this hour?

Mrs. Sally Tishell,
wife of Clive Tishell.

Of course she is, idiot.

I'm just following
procedure, Doc.

What procedure?

Well, you know I said I'd
make sure Clive got home safe?

No.

Remember I told you in the pub?

No.

Well, anyway, Clive won't
be coming home tonight.

Why? Where's he going?

Well, that's a big question.

I suppose it depends
on your beliefs.

Oh, shut up, Penhale.

Mrs. Tishell,
Clive, Mr. Tishell,

had another heart attack,
and I'm afraid he's dead.

They've, um, taken his
body to the hospital in Truro.

Oh.

Did you understand
what I just told you?

Yes.

Thanks for telling me.

You're welcome.

Good night.

Good night.

See? That's what happens when
you don't follow procedure, Doc.

I was thinking we should pop in

and see Mrs.
Tishell this evening,

see how she's coping.

Yes, if you'd like.

I'm sorry to ask, Martin,

but you still okay to pick
James up from nursery?

Uh, there's no need.

There is, Martin.
I'll be sailing.

I mean there's no need
to pick him up from nursery

because nursery is going to
bring him home from now on.

How did you
manage to swing that?

It just seemed the
most convenient solution

for everyone.

Oh, well done.

Louisa, can we talk about
this interview of yours?

Oh, yes. Yes.

We will this evening.
Sorry. Yep. Coming!

Coming, James!

Doesn't hurt at all.

That's because
of the anesthetic.

Oh. Just hold that.

You okay, Doc?

My Jimmy was the same.

First sign of blood,
and he'd faint.

Should have known
then he was no good.

Stop talking.

You'll need to take
a few days off work,

give your hand a chance to heal.

Shouldn't be a
problem now I've Bert

helping me 'round the place.

I'll make you an appointment

to see a physiotherapist.

They'll work out a program

to restore the
movement in your fingers.

Thanks, Doc.

You're a wonder.

Thank you.

What's this?

That's the first installment
of the money we owe you.

It's £500.

Come on in.

This is all from one night?

It was a special
night, to be fair.

But you closed the bar early.

Yeah, poor Clive, eh?

So there would have
been even more?

Well, it won't always
be that much, Ruth.

Oh, I realize that.

Why are you playing
down your success?

It's important to
be honest with you,

considering what we owe you.

- It's your father's debt.
- It was my business, too.

If you would agree
to come on board,

I would take the bare minimum
until you're all squared up.

On one condition.

I'm doing this alone. Dad
is not going to be involved.

Good. We'll talk later, then.

Okay.

Whew!

Come along, everyone!
Quick as you can.

Steady. That's it.

Hold up. Wait for me, miss.

Hello, Steven. I
thought you were ill.

He says he's feeling better.

I think I just needed
a good rest, miss.

I'm all set to get
my certificate.

Grab a life jacket and
climb aboard, then.

Set sail in five minutes.

- Due to get a bit choppy later.
- Mm.

Going to need your
sea legs, then, eh?

Yeah.

See you later. Have a good time.

Sally?

Oh, Dr. Ellingham.

I didn't think you'd be open.

People still need
their medicines.

Now, how can I help you?

Well, I just wondered
how you were coping.

Me? Well, I'm fine.

Oh, I'm fine.

You seem to be taking
Clive's death very well.

You, me, Dr. Ellingham,
we're all medical professionals.

We, more than anyone, bear
witness to life's brutal cycle.

We're born. We live.

We die.

Right.

Good morning.

How can I help you?

This is the life, eh,
Mrs. Ellingham?

Mm.

Never know how
you teachers do it,

stuck in the same old
classrooms every day.

At least we don't run the risk
of drowning in the classroom.

Oh, we'll make a
sailor out of you yet.

Oh, miss, Steven's
not feeling very well.

Hang on. Take the helm.

What, me? Shouldn't I... Well...

How are you? Right.

What I need you
to do is just lie down

and keep your body
steady so it can adjust.

Sorry, Amy?

Steer towards port.

Ohh.

Are you all right, miss?

Amy? Amy?

- Amy? Can you hear me? Amy?
- Is she going to be okay?

- Oh, no.
- Grace, go below deck.

- Look for a first-aid kit.
- Yes, miss.

- Amy. Amy.
- It looks really bad.

Can you hear me?

Don't you need to
steer the boat, miss?

One thing at a
time, please, Katie.

Don't worry about it.

How are we going
to get back home?

- Yeah.
- Oh, come on.

- Oh, no.
- No.

No, the doc doesn't normally
make house calls, Mr. Greenwood.

If you insist on
doing it yourself,

there's always a risk
that might happen.

Next patient.

All right. I'll get him to call
you when he's free. Bye.

Have you got a moment?

- Ruth.
- In private.

Well, that's my last
patient. Can it wait?

I supposed it'll have to.

Right. Come on. Buck up.

Oh, I can't believe this.

Oh, come on!

We're heading out to sea.

Yeah, look, nobody panic, okay?

Are you all right, miss?
Should we call the coast guard?

Yeah, that's a
good idea, Oliver,

but we've got no
signal out here.

Steven, I'm sorry if
you're feeling sick again,

but we've got more
important worries.

We need to lower the mainsail

to steer ourselves onto
a starboard tack, miss.

Really? Well, how...
How do you know that?

I sail with my dad
every weekend.

Good! Good! Everyone,
listen to Steven.

Steven, what do we do about
the, um... the steering thing?

Well, she was
pretty unresponsive

when I broke the
news to her last night.

Oh, it's more than that, Martin.

It's as if her customer
died, not her husband.

It's denial, isn't it?

Classic reaction to sudden loss?

I didn't realize you
were so enlightened.

Well, what do you
want me to do about it?

Morwenna!

Well, I just wanted to
make sure you were aware,

that's all.

We should all keep
an eye on Mrs. Tishell.

Should we?

She's one of your
patients, Martin.

Yes, I supposed she is.

And we don't want a repeat of
that business with James Henry.

Doc, it's Louisa.

I can hardly hear her,
but it sounds urgent.

Well, go.

Martin!

Martin!

Over here!

It's Amy!

She's unconscious!
Her head's bleeding!

Bring it closer this way.

Yeah, we're trying.
It's just not that easy.

Throw me a rope,
and I'll pull you in.

Okay.

Oh.

- Try again.
- Yes, right.

Ready?

Right.

- Careful.
- I've got you.

Here we go.

Brace yourself.

No, Martin, Martin, Martin!

I've got you!

Oh, Martin!

Uh-oh.

- What's this?
- Peace offering.

Fish and chips.

I'm not hungry.

Wait.

Oh, you might as well know.

I'm going to run the pub.
Ruth is going to back me.

On the condition that
you aren't involved.

Well, I am going
to pay her back.

How? Hmm?

With the money you
earn from the shop?

It's going to take years.

So it's up to me, as usual.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine. It's... It's Amy.

Right.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm better.

Well, you don't look it.

I did get seasick,
but I'm okay now.

Steven's responsible for
getting us back to shore.

We couldn't have
done it without him.

Does that mean I've passed
my activity certificate, miss?

Amy has the final say,
but, yes, I expect so.

That's going to need stitches.

What's going on?

You felt faint, cut your head.

Lie still.

Miss?

What's that on your hair?

It's hair restorer.

How much have you put on?

Miss?

Two packets since yesterday.

You're an idiot. Why
didn't you consult me?

I told you I was
worried about my hair.

Yes, and I told you
to use the ointment

and wait and see what happens.

I needed a quicker solution.

There isn't one.

Do you think I'd give
this advice on a whim?

Over-the-counter hair
restorer contains minoxidil,

which is a drug developed
to treat high blood pressure,

and you have very
low blood pressure.

It's not surprising you felt
faint and banged your head.

I had to risk it.

I don't want to wear a
hat on my wedding day.

Oh, no, never mind
drowning all these children.

Miss!

What is it, Steven?

- Ew!
- Ew!

Get some rest for
the next 24 hours.

Avoid any strenuous activity.

I will.

Oh, uh, Doc?

As a way of thanks,

I'd like to invite you and
Louisa to my wedding.

Uh, no, thank you.

Oh. Right.

Oh, I'm so sorry
about all of that.

Don't worry. The children
all got the mini bus back

without any further problems,

which is a minor
miracle in itself.

And thanks for
getting my boat back.

You're welcome.

You all right.

I'm fine as long
as I never, ever

have to get on a boat again.

- Martin.
- Hmm?

I've been thinking
about the interview

and I've decided to go.

Right. Good.

Oh.

I mean, I'd only need to go
into the course one day a week.

Have you squared this
with your governess?

No. No, not... not yet.
That was my next step.

You are aware that this
will create a lot more work

for both of us?

Well, in the short term, yes,

but perhaps if the child therapy
works, I can stop teaching,

build my hours around James.

I mean, it won't be easy
at first, but it's worth a try.

And this will make you happy?

Yes. Yes, I think it will.

Well, then you
have my full support.

Thank you.

Thank you, Martin.

You're welcome.

You're going to need
all the help you can get.

- And by that you mean?
- Well, it's been a long time

since you were in
full-time education.

You only ever had a
handful of therapy sessions.

I think you might just find

that you're a little
out of your depth.

Thank you, Martin.

You're welcome.