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Get in your basket.

Go on, get in your basket.

You filthy, stinking little...

Buddy, in your basket. Go on.

- Oh.
- Good morning.

Morning, Ruth.

Thanks for coming
at such short notice.

It's always a pleasure to spend
time with my great-nephew.

Well, he's asleep now,
but he still feels hot,

and he's been a bit unsettled.

You'll have to take his
temperature every 30 minutes.

He's been up most of the night,

so he'll need a nap
at around 11:00.

But you will have
to change him first.

I have looked after
him before, Martin.

Go on. Go and get
yourself ready for work.

Yes.

How's the course going?

Yes. Well, it's early days.
We've had the induction.

But, um, we are looking
at attachment theory.

Ah.

The issues of such subtypes as
anxious-ambivalent attachment

and, uh... What's the other one?

No!

Out!

And I'm late.
I'll call you later.

Thanks, Ruth.

Hello, Bert.

Jack! Tara!

- Long time no see.
- Is this your shop, then?

Well, I don't like
to boast, but...

Good to see you doing
so well for yourself.

You've been blessed.

When you've finished that, Bert,

got stock out the
back I need you to sort.

Right, Caitlin.

How are you finding
the spare room?

Oh, somewhere to lay my head.

You won't find me complaining.

It's a bit small, though.

Saw you last night,
all squashed up.

You saw me?

I popped in to check on you.

You were watching me sleep?

Only for a few minutes.

Like a big old baby,
snoozing away.

It just makes me
feel bad, Bert...

Me in a big old double bed.

There's room for
one more in there.

I'll just get on with the stock.

Oh, my God. Al.

- What?
- Oh, it's 8:15.

I must have forgotten
to set the alarm.

I'm gonna be late.

Can't you be late
a little quieter?

Oh, the doc's gonna kill me.

Okay. Okay.

Can you get that, Al?

Al?

- Surpri...
- Surpri...

Mr. and Mrs. Newcross.

Where's Morwenna?

Morwenna?

I'll, uh...

Hi!

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to
see my daughter.

It's not a crime, is it?

You're the one who's always
complaining we never visit.

- So, kettle on, then?
- Sorry, Dad.

You should have warned
me. I-I'm late for work as it is.

There's always five
minutes for family.

Even ones who
don't call in advance.

Um, five minutes, then.

Get their bag.

Ooh. Hello.

Nice dressing gown.

Place looks the same.

Yeah.

Apart from the new paint,
new wallpaper, new furniture.

Uh, go on down.

I'm just gonna go and, um...

Why?

Well...

So, you're living in sin
with Al Large, then, eh?

You want to watch that family.

Well, people move on, you know.

- What's he up to nowadays?
- He runs the pub.

Oh, yes. Very respectable.

Right. Um, here
are the spare keys.

Milk in the fridge, tea
and sugar in the cupboard,

and I shall be back
about half 5:00.

Well, maybe you could
take the morning off work.

I'm sure the doctor
wouldn't mind.

I'm sure he would.

Lunch, then.

I'll come and get
you at the surgery.

I've never seen
you at work before.

Right. It's just I
wasn't expecting you.

You didn't even come
back for Grandad's funeral.

We should have called.

Shall I walk you to the surgery?

What? Don't you want
to stay and talk to them?

Well, that is a potentially
stressful situation,

and the doc told me to
watch my blood pressure, so...

That is a terrible excuse.

It's the only one I've got.

Short notice.

That was awkward.
Felt like I was 16 again.

I suppose they
can't be staying long.

Where exactly
do they live again?

Kenya. You know
about as much as I do.

I don't actually know what
they're doing out there.

You've always kind
of avoided the topic.

Missionary work.
They're building a school.

- That's pretty cool.
- Yeah, I suppose.

Just always feels like
the work is more important

than anything else.

They used to be fun,
before they went all churchy.

So how long do you
think they are staying?

Morwenna?

Where's Morwenna?

Right. Surgery is
open. Come through.

Ah. Ah. Ah. No. No. Stay there.

No, no, no, no, no,
no! Out! Out! Out!

Out! Out! Out! Out! Out!

Not you. Come back.

You stay there.

Who's the 8:30? You?

Is it you? Who are you?

Uh, M-Mary Rawlings.

I-I've just moved here from...

- Well, have you registered here?
- No. No. I was rather hoping...

You need to register
with the receptionist

should she deign to attend.

Where have you been?

- Sorry, Doc.
- No! No, no, no, no, no!

My parents showed up
completely unannounced.

Is that my concern?

- You asked.
- Get these dogs out of here.

Noah Cant.

Go through.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Out the way, Thomas.

- Sorry. What's going on?
- Sorry, Louisa.

Afraid I'm gonna
have to stop you.

It's a crime scene.

There's a possibility of a
dangerous intruder inside,

so I'm just waiting for backup.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

No. Wait. Uh, no.

Aww!

Louisa.

Shh.

- In here.
- Wait.

Why would anybody do this?

- What?
- Well, this.

Oh.

The depths of the criminal mind
is unfathomable to most people.

Luckily... not to me.

So?

Well, I'm still assessing it.

Oh, hello, Dan.

How are you liking
Bristol? You still singing?

You used to have such
a lovely singing voice.

No. No, I'm not.

Oh.

You got anything for this?

Oh.

Yes, I have.

Um, you really have to see
the doctor first to get his opinion.

- Do you know what it is?
- Fairly sure, yes.

Then can't you just tell me?

No. You need to see the doctor.

He's the only one allowed
to diagnose people.

That's stupid.

Well, I'm sorry
you feel that way.

And you used to be such
a nicely spoken boy as well.

The doc. Go on. He's
there for a reason.

How much longer
are you gonna be?

Because I really, really, really
need to get some work done.

Justice moves at its own pace.

Never was any good at jigsaws.

Shapes. Patterns.

Mechanically illiterate.

Isn't that a bit of a drawback
given your line of work?

I make up for it in
other departments.

Determination, a
sixth sense, if you like.

I'll take the evidence
back to headquarters.

Of course, in our heyday

we'd have made it
under our own steam.

I just don't have
the energy now.

Well, at least you've still
got the energy to talk, eh?

Always look on
the bright side, eh?

All right, Dan.

I have to see the doctor.

Are you back from uni, then?

Obviously I am or I wouldn't
be standing here, would I?

Well, you don't actually
have an appointment,

but, uh, I could fit you
in after his next patient.

Next!

Oh, um, if you
want to go through.

Oh! Let this young
gentleman go first.

I'm in no rush.

Enjoying our chitchat.

Dan.

On you go.

Right. Show me your rash.

Mm.

- Is it sore?
- Yeah.

Do you think it's
from the water?

- What water?
- They put something in it.

You know. Fluoride.
Other stuff too, I bet.

Only 10% of the country's
water contains fluoridation,

and there's no evidence
that it causes ill health.

You seem to know a lot about it.

Yes. I'm a doctor.

Any other symptoms?
Headaches, fatigue?

Yeah. I have both of them.

Right. It's shingles. Though
you're young to have it.

Is anything worrying
you in particular?

I was worried that they
were putting stuff in the water.

Anything real? Are you working?

It can be stress-related.

I'm at uni, but it's not
something that worries me.

Step on the scales, please.

The scales. They're
behind you there.

Mm-hmm. Take a seat.

Since your last visit,
you've put on, um,

quite a lot of weight.

You should keep
an eye on your diet.

I'll write you a prescription
for some antiviral medication,

and you can buy yourself some
ibuprofen and calamine lotion.

And drink plenty of water.

That's a lot of medication
you're sending my way.

You have a viral infection.

And a shower wouldn't kill you,

despite your feelings about
the state of the nation's water.

Where are you going?

I thought James could
use some fresh air.

If you wait a bit, I've only
got two more patients to see.

I'll come with you.

Have you adopted
a second animal?

What do you mean?

Oh, no! Come on! Out! Out! Out!

Go! Go on! Get out!

- Morwenna!
- Yeah?

It's got in again!

Dogs just love you.

- They always did.
- Mm.

Oh!

Looking good in here.

I'm trying my best.

See Morwenna's
folks are back in town?

Yeah. They showed
up this morning.

So are you staying
with her most nights?

Why?

It's just that room at
Caitlin's, it's very cramped.

- Yeah.
- Very uncomfortable.

And there's lots of
rooms upstairs here.

No.

You made your bed.
You get to lie in it.

I need an oil check and
my brake pads looking at.

What does that mean?

Have a bit of pain
in my shoulders.

Nothing huge, but you
never know, do you, Doctor?

Since my Jerry died,

I've not got out and
about as much as I used to.

Getting a bit old
and stiff, I suppose.

Stop talking.

Does that hurt?

Not really.

- How about that?
- No.

Raise both your
arms above your head.

Does that hurt?

Well, not so as you'd notice.

There's nothing wrong
with your shoulder, then.

Well, it did hurt yesterday.

Or the day before, a bit.

Better safe than
sorry, eh, Doctor?

Put your hand down.

Hello, love. Am I too early?

Yeah. You'll have to wait.

Just take a seat. I'll
only be a few minutes.

Don't mind if I do. It's
warmer than you'd think.

Everything okay, Mrs. Rawlings?

Well, I passed my MOT.

Though there might still be
a bit of rust under the bonnet.

Well, Thank you, Dr. Ellingham.

You have a really nice manner.

Mm. Anita Bush?

No, Doc. This is my mum.

Hello, Doctor. Tara Newcross.

- How do you do?
- I've heard a lot about you.

All good. We're going for lunch.

You look jaundiced.

It's a tan.

I'm a missionary. It
goes with the territory.

She's fine. We should go.

I don't think she is fine.

Her hand's clammy,
and she looks warm.

It's not warm in here.

I'd like to examine you.

- Doc.
- Look at her.

Actually, you do look
a little peaky, Mum.

- Oh. There you go.
- It was a long flight.

It's probably best if you
just do what the doc says.

It'll save time in the long run.

And he has a very
nice manner, apparently.

Come through.

Very well, if it will
make you happy.

I've got liver cancer.

Right. Sit down.

What prognosis
have you been given?

I'm dying.

I'm dying, and there
is nothing to be done.

And I don't know how
to tell my daughter.

Straight and to the
point is usually best.

Who told you there
was nothing to be done?

Treatments are advancing
all the time, you know.

I've been examined
by my doctor in Nairobi.

I have multiple
tumors on my liver.

Right.

The church has given us
dispensation and the airfare

for me to come home and spend
my final days with my daughter.

I strongly advise that
you reconsider your choice

not to investigate
further treatment.

I can refer you.

My husband and I believe that
everything happens for a reason.

That's nonsense.

Nevertheless, this is the
path that's been chosen for us.

Mrs. Newcross...

It's not gonna be
easy for Morwenna.

We've already spent a
lot of time away from her.

I wanted to thank you, Doctor,
for giving Morwenna a job.

And I appreciate your concern.

It's not concern. It's
a medical opinion.

I've made my peace, Doctor.

And my decision.

- All good?
- All good. Vitamins.

Okay. Great. Lunch.

Jack. This you back
for good or just a visit?

Oh, just a visit, Sal. Catch
up with our Morwenna.

Course, the Lord's
work never stops.

Just about to harangue
the unruly mob for donations,

so, um, a packet of throat
lozenges will come in handy.

You do good work.

Clive used to read me
your monthly magazine.

Oh. How is he?

He died.

Oh. I'm... I'm so sorry.
When did that happen?

Last week.

The Good Book tells us
not to fear death's sting.

You seem to be taking it well.

At least you have your faith.

You can... cope with
anything with faith.

£2.50.

Oh. Yeah.

Thank you.

For the last few years, my
wife and I have been helping

to build a school in Kenya.

Imagine how you'd feel if your
children had to walk barefoot

every morning... barefoot...

To a ramshackle
place with no power...

He's not mentioned
the price of a pint yet.

Children are having to
walk several miles a day.

But you can help.

For the price of a pint...

There you go.

You can... Thank you.

You can pay for a child's
textbooks for a year.

And everybody loves a drink.

Just imagine what good
your money could be doing.

Oh, nothing but... But
moths in my wallet, Jack.

What are you doing?
Don't give that man money.

I like to be generous.

Just because a complete
stranger rattles a tin in your face

doesn't mean you
have to respond.

He could be anyone.

I do have credentials, you know.

Really?

Don't shake that in my face.

Oi! What about your dog?

Relieving itself on my bag!

It's not my dog.

- That's Fizzy Watters' dog.
- Is it?

Well, tell him to keep it
away from the surgery.

That'd be pretty tough,
Doc. He died ages ago.

Right. Let's go.

Go. Get away.

Hi!

Are you actually gonna
eat that or just play with it?

Oh, I'm not really that hungry.

With all the traveling, I think
I had about three breakfasts.

I'm sorry we didn't come
back for Grandad's funeral.

Mm. It doesn't matter.

It does.

We always put the work
before everything else.

It seemed the most
important thing at the time.

Mm. Clearly still is.

Dad's out there,
haranguing passersby.

It's so embarrassing.

He'll be here in a minute.

He just wanted to give
us some time together

so that I could
tell you something.

Tell me what?

Why are you both
acting so weird?

Oh, you're splitting
up, aren't you?

Morwenna...

I know Dad can be a
pain, but that doesn't mean

you need to throw nearly
30 years of marriage

down the drain.

- You told her, then?
- She's telling me now.

This is probably because
you always have to be the boss

of everything.

I-I don't think that's
how the illness is caused.

What... What illness?
What are you talking about?

We're not splitting up.

It's me, Morwenna.

It's you what?

Dr. Ellingham said
not to sugarcoat it, so...

I've got cancer,
and it's terminal.

No.

Well, what... What
did the doc say?

You have to get treatment.

I was diagnosed
three months ago.

I've made my peace with it.

That's why you came back.

To tell me that...
that you're dying.

We've both made
our peace with it.

Please sit down.

Your mother's made it clear...
She doesn't want any treatment.

Let's talk about
this as a family.

A family?

Since when have
you ever included me?

Three months you've known.

And you never called or...

I need to go.

I just wanted to
tell you face-to-face.

Hi. How is James?

Um, he's all right.

I've put him
upstairs in his cot,

but he's still got
a temperature.

Uh, Ruth said that she t...

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Please don't let this
dog follow you in.

He's probably lost.
We should talk to Joe.

It's not lost. Its owner died.

Now it's latched on to us.

The trouble is,

because you've let one
pack animal have free rein

in a human household,

we are about to be
overrun with them.

Really, that ought
to be put down.

Sorry, Martin.

Um, it's, uh, it's my
tutorial session, so...

Hello, Professor Bradman.

Oh, uh, Sam, please.

Sorry. Can't... Can't
you do that later?

Did you manage to track down
all the books on your reading list?

Yes, thank you.

And I made a start on, um,
disorganized attachment.

It's one of our core texts,

so I'd encourage
you to read it carefully.

Yeah. I'll make sure I do that.

Its basic concept is flawed.

- Uh, sorry. What was that?
- Sorry. It's nothing.

- Shh!
- Shush?

No, no. God. Not... Not
you. Martin, do you mind?

Oh. Is that, uh, Mr. Ellingham?

Doctor.

Sorry, Professor. Martin.

Quite all right, Louisa.
Debate is healthy.

Uh, that book is dependent
upon a highly flawed

and generalized conceit
that fails to acknowledge

the different developmental
levels of individual children.

All valid criticisms
after a fashion,

but ones I'd rather discuss
with my actual student,

and not within
our first session.

Yes. Absolutely.

I really apologize
for that interruption.

So let's get started.

The perils of working
from home, eh?

Yes.

So, uh, disorganized
attachment, an overview.

Sorry. Just bear...
bear with me.

Oi.

Is it okay if I
stay here tonight?

Sure.

Your parents driving
you crazy, then?

A bit like with Dad.

He's always showing
up, wanting attention.

You've just got
to grit your teeth

and remember they'll
be gone soon enough.

My mum's dying.

Oh, Mor, when...
When I said "gone,"

I didn't mean, uh, gone gone.

Oh, Mor, I'm so sorry.

Oh, sorry.

I simply made an observation,
and your professor responded.

No. You interrupted my session
to show off how smart you were.

I don't want to argue.
It's been a long day.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

I was right about
the book, though.

Oh, God.

It's that other dog
trying to get our attention.

Obviously.

Well, don't acknowledge it.

It'll get bored and
go away soon.

Sorry, Doc. A bit
of an emergency.

I need to speak to Louisa.

That dog's a stray.
Take it to the pound.

Priorities, Doc.
This is serious.

Stay there.

Yes. Good.

Louisa, there's
been a breakthrough.

What's going on?

There was a break-in at
the school yesterday, Doc.

- You didn't tell me.
- Oh, it hardly seemed important.

It was probably just some of
the local kids causing trouble.

No. It's more than
that. Much more.

There's been a second
break-in, at the lifeboat house.

Same modus operandi.

One from the school,
one from the boathouse.

I was up half the night
taping them together.

Tell me what you see...
Or what you don't see.

Mm. Well, that's my class
from seven or eight years ago.

And the lifeboat
one is more recent.

Probably this year.

There's one face torn
out of each photograph.

I believe it to be the same boy.

If it is, we may not just
be looking at a burglary.

We may be looking at
a possessive-obsessive

murder-type situation.

What?

Do you know who
this missing boy is?

Well, I remember some
classes better than others,

but this was a good year.

That's Dan Willis, I think.

Dan Willis? He was in
my surgery yesterday.

Are you at liberty to...

- No.
- I understand.

Hypocrite's oath and all that.

But if he was acting
suspicious, you have to tell me.

No, I don't.

So... you're saying he
was acting suspicious.

I'm saying anything that
happens at my surgery

is none of your business.

I'll take that as a yes, then.

Do what you want.

Joe, maybe you'd be better
off speaking to Dan himself

about this.

In an ideal world.

But who knows where he is now?

And unfortunately,

I haven't got the resources
for a full-scale manhunt.

I'd imagine he'd be staying with
his mum over on Quinn Street.

Mm. That's good.

- Um, Doc.
- Oh.

- I'd like a word.
- Uh, later.

I saw you yesterday, didn't I?

That was for my shoulder.
It's my ankles today.

- They're swollen.
- Mm. Go through.

No, Doc. I'd really
like to talk to you now.

Oh, it's okay. She can go
first. I don't mind waiting.

She is not a
patient. Go through.

I will speak to you later.

Come along.

Of course, it helped that I
could work wherever I wanted to.

As long as I had my shells.

I'd make jewelry
with them. Look.

Necklaces,
headpieces, bracelets.

Honestly, they're rubbish,
but you'd be surprised

at the junk the tourists
will shell out for...

Pun not intended, Doctor.

There's nothing
wrong with your ankles.

Well, they're just so stiff.

Of course, I'm not surprised,
when you walk 10 or 15 miles

every day for 10 years
and then suddenly you stop.

Why did you stop?

Because my Jerry died.

I do miss him.

He was 17.

He was your son? I thought
he was your husband.

My son?

My border collie.

Oh, God.

There's no
evidence of arthritis.

I suggest you get an over-
the-counter anti-inflammatory.

If the problem still persists,

a return to regular exercise
wouldn't do you any harm.

Border collie.

Has something happened to Dan?

Why would you think that?

We had an argument yesterday.

He's run off. He
hasn't come back.

There's been a
break-in at his old school.

Nothing too serious.

But photos featuring your
son have been vandalized.

Yeah. His face had been
torn out of them, right?

You'd better come in, Joe.

He went off to university,

and he's come back like
a whole different person.

He put on weight.

He seems all
angry and defensive.

And then yesterday,
I went up to his room,

and he's got all my
photo albums out.

And, well, he'd
torn them all up.

I got mad at him about that.

And it wasn't until after he'd
stormed out that I realized...

he'd torn his face
out of all of them.

That's creepy.

I mean... it's interesting.

It's very interesting.

Are there any he hasn't torn up?

Might be useful for
me if I need to ID him.

There's some that I
haven't put in the albums yet.

Let's see.

Here. Um...

Oh.

He had a lovely smile.

I don't know what
happened to it.

Next patient's in 15 minutes.

Why didn't you tell
me about my mum?

You know I can't discus
my patients with you.

She said she was
going to tell you anyway.

I know, but I've been awake
half the night thinking about it.

And... it's me.

I work here.

I'm not just some random
person off the street.

Right. You're upset.

Of course I'm upset.
My mum's dying.

And she's refusing
any treatment,

saying it's just
the way things are.

- And that isn't right.
- No, it isn't.

She's being incredibly foolish.

Yeah. So convince her.

Tell her she's in delayed shock.

It's only been three
months since the diagnosis.

- Three months?
- Yeah.

Well, I'd need to see the scans

and test results from the
doctor that diagnosed her.

She won't tell me
who the doctor is.

She thinks this is all
part of some great plan.

Why? Is there
something you can do?

I can't do anything
without more information.

What the hell?

Oi!

I found these.

Clozapine? They're
antipsychotics.

- Who do they belong to?
- Dan Willis.

He slept in a boat in
the harbor last night.

Got disturbed this morning,
did a runner, left his bag.

Phone, wallet, and these pills.

He didn't tell me
he was taking this.

Morwenna...

Actually, no.

Ruth, what do you
know about clozapine?

I need some context.

I suspect that a patient hasn't
been taking his medication.

- Any symptoms?
- Weight gain.

Poor hygiene. Anxiety.

- He slept in a boat.
- Well, that's not relevant.

And he's been tearing
his face out of old photos.

Oh, now, that is relevant.

Withdrawal symptoms from
clozapine can be severe.

Not to mention any
psychosis re-emerging.

- Where's James?
- He's in the dog basket.

Oh, God!

Yes. He crawled in there
and was having a lovely time.

I didn't see there
was any harm in it.

It's really unhygienic.

Sorry, Docs, but herbaphobic?

Hebephrenic... A
form of schizophrenia

characterized by
delusional behavior.

Untreated, it really can
become all-consuming.

I'd better track him down.

Don't worry, Doc.
I'm on the case.

Uh, no collecting
in here, thank you.

- It's not Waterloo Station...
- Doc, this is my dad.

Oh. Um, right.

Yes. Go through.

Not you.

Hold these and, uh, sit there.

Okay. Um, tell Dad
what you need to know.

Um, I need to know the
name of your wife's doctor,

the one who treated
her and diagnosed her.

Look, I'm only here
because Morwenna asked me

and I owe her that much.

But I'm not gonna go
behind my wife's back.

What? Are you really
fine with all of this?

Mum just giving up
and letting it happen.

She's not giving up.

She... She's made her peace.

Yeah. But what if
she's wrong, Dad?

You talk about some great plan.

Well, what if all
this is part of it?

Me. The doc.

Don't you care
what happens to her?

Of course I do.

All right.

Dr. Museveni.
University Hospital.

Please don't tell your mother.

I made my promise to her.

- You say he's missing?
- Kind of.

So you want to put the
photo up in the window?

Draw him in.

Well, that don't make any sense.

It's highly complicated
police work.

Basically, he's got
no phone or money,

and he's a big lad...

He's gonna want
to eat at some point.

So chances are
he'll come down here.

When he does, I'll be on
a stakeout across the road,

ready to pounce.

- Boom.
- Even if it takes all night?

Even if it takes all night.

Well, I'd be happy
to sit with you,

but I can't promise
I won't take a nap.

You're a good
friend. I appreciate it.

Here. Now shut up.

I'll speak to Penhale
in the morning,

talk about getting it destroyed.

Joe.

Joe.

Joe! The picture's gone.

- What?
- Suspect's on the move!

What?

I wasn't asleep.

I was just getting
ready to pounce.

What the...

I'm attached.

Oh, come on, Joe.

Look. There he is!

He's there!

He's getting away!

Dan! Stop!

Hey! My fish.

Aha. Yeah.

Yes?

What?

Penhale, slow down.

I'm sorry, Ruth.

James was feeling better,
so Louisa took him to nursery.

Oh, you could have told me.

I tried to call you, but
you were engaged.

Where are you rushing off to?

That boy's on the harbor
wall, threatening to jump in.

- The hebephrenic?
- Yeah.

Maybe I should come with you.

I told you! Stay back!

I am staying back.

Done a course in hostage
mediation, you know.

Penhale.

So, he's not being
super responsive.

- I'll talk to him.
- That may not be wise.

- What?
- He's got a nasty gash.

Well, he might need
medical attention.

You've no need to bellow at
him. You need to be tactful.

I'm not going to bellow at him.

Now, I think I know
what's happened.

Uh, you've had a bad reaction

to coming off your
medication a bit too quickly.

I can help you with
that, but first of all,

I'd like to get a look at that
nasty wound on your hand, Sam.

It's Dan, you tosser!

Don't come any closer
or I swear I'll jump!

Hello. I'm Dr. Ruth Ellingham.

W-We don't know each other,

but I think I know why
you're acting this way.

It's because he's mental.

I heard that!

You've come off your
medication, haven't you?

Maybe you felt well, but
now you feel a lot worse.

And those photographs...

Why was it so important
to tear them up?

'Cause that's not me.

It's someone else
smiling at me like an idiot.

He has no idea how
bad things can get.

It's like he's laughing at me.

That smiling face.

Come on now, Dan.
Get off that ledge.

Right. Just let me have a look
at that wound on your hand.

It looks nasty.

You stay back.

Come on down here.

I just don't want that
wound to get infected.

Come on down. Let
me have a look at it.

That's it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Do you want me to help you down?

No. I'm fine.

Made sense when
I was up here alone,

but now that you're
here, it's a bit weird.

Come on. Let's
get that cleaned up.

Why were you
prescribed clozapine?

It was my first time
away from home.

I wasn't really coping.

I'm not used to
looking after myself.

It started to disrupt classes.

I suppose it was a breakdown.

The doc at uni
put me on the pills.

And why did you
stop taking them?

They made me feel all... fuzzy.

Strange.

I think it'd be a good idea if
you went back on the medication

but spoke to your
psychiatrist about the dosage.

It might need adjusting.

The rash was caused by shingles.

Clozapine, uh, weakens
the immune system.

Did you have chicken pox
when you were younger?

That's the itchy one
with the spots, right?

'Cause yeah, I did.

Shingles is a reactivation
of the same virus.

And the fluoride in the water?

Absolutely nothing
to do with anything.

And listen.

When you go to see a doctor,

you need to tell them
you're taking medication.

Right.

I was taking medication.

Before. There's
not much point now.

Off the desk.

Right, you. I need
to get you home.

Have to see if anyone
wants to press charges

for your breaking and entering.

They probably won't, but
I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Another success
for the dynamic duo.

Teresa Green. Go through.

What is it, love?
What's so urgent?

I wanted to say sorry
for being angry with you.

You don't need to apologize.

And I want you to see the doc.

No. I've told you already.

He's been in contact
with Dr. Museveni.

How did he get his details?

Jack.

Just talk to the man.

I asked for your support,
not your interference.

This is hard enough as it is.

What's this?

Oh, it's fine, Doc. I
shouldn't be here anyway.

Uh, no, you shouldn't.

According to your diagnosis
and your medical records,

you should be dead.

But clearly you're not.

- I don't understand.
- Neither do I.

So you can either carry on
blindly ignoring the situation

or you can let me examine you.

I spoke to Dr., um,
what's-it... Your doctor.

He shared my concern
that you were still alive

after three months after
he delivered his prognosis.

- Don't.
- Don't what?

Get my hopes up.

It's not been easy to accept.

And if we're doing this just to
tell me what I already know...

That I'm dying... I
couldn't take that.

I'm sorry. I-I just couldn't.

- Not again.
- Stop talking.

Now, multiple cysts,

which, considering
your state of health,

doesn't make sense at all.

I think they could
be hydatid cysts.

Hydatid?

It's caused by a
parasite found in Africa.

It creates tapeworm
cysts within the liver

that could easily be
mistaken for cancer.

It's still a serious
disease, but it's treatable.

She's gonna be okay?

If that's what it is, yeah.

Wait. I'm not gonna die?

Not from this, if we're lucky.

It's a miracle.

It's not a miracle.
It's a parasite.

No, if... if we hadn't have
come back here, seen you,

she would've died of that
hydatid thing, wouldn't she?

Left untreated, yes.

Well, then that's a
miracle in my book.

- See, Morwenna?
- Oh!

She'll still need an
operation to remove the cysts.

I'll refer you to a surgical
liver specialist in London

and prescribe you an anti-
parasite medicine... albendazole

Whatever you say, Doc.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

See you at home.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

No! No!

Out! Out! Out!
Out! Out! Out! Out!

Filthy animals!

Oh, God. What is it this time?

Oh. It's my wrists.

It's not your wrists, is
it? You're malingering.

There's nothing
wrong at all, is there?

Yeah. Well...

Well, maybe sometimes
I get a bit lonely,

and there's no harm
in having a natter.

Wait a moment.

Take this dog. It
needs a new owner.

Oh!

Walk it twice a day.

Oh, he's a lovely boy, isn't he?

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

You're a very sweet man.

Oh, lovely boy!

Oh!

Come on, then. Let's go home.

We'll go for a nice
walk on the bay.

Was that...

That's the other one.
That's its new owner.

Oh. Well done.

Mm.

I heard there was a bit of a
commotion at the harbor wall.

Was is something
to do with Dan Willis?

Yes.

Yeah, but he's agreed to
go back on his medication,

and I'll, uh, I'll
monitor his condition.

I wonder if his upbringing
had anything to do with that.

He always was
quite an anxious child.

I suppose it could
be attachment issues.

He has a psychiatric condition.

I was just speculating.

Oh.

Perhaps you could bring it up
at your next video chat with Sam.

Yes. Well, maybe I will.

Good dog, Buddy.