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How long have you been up for?

An hour or so. I couldn't sleep.

Did James wake you?

No, I've just been trying to
write my resignation letter.

- I'm just struggling with it.
- Why?

Because I've been at the
school since I was five, Martin.

I thought you'd
made your mind up.

Well, yes, I have.

- You're overstretched.
- I know.

Do you want me
to write it for you?

No. It's just difficult.

It shouldn't be.

"Dear so-and-so, I
am writing to inform you

that I would like to
hand in my resignation

from the position
of headmistress..."

Martin. Really.
It's not helping.

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Come on!

Seven!

Eight!

This is great! Nine!

Ten!

Everybody all right?

Okay, we're gonna head around...

All right, ship oars.

All right.

Okay, get yourselves ready.

Training starts
10 minutes sharp.

Miss Taylor. Welcome
back to Portwenn.

P.C. Penhale.

You're looking good.
You been working out?

Um, as umpire this year,
I'd like a nice clean race.

Unlike last year.

I think you'll find that we beat
you fair and square last year.

Only on a technicality

after a rather
protracted appeal.

Not so square and fair.

Well, I don't make the rules,

I just know them better
than anyone else, apparently.

Really? What's rule 20, then?

All gigs must complete races

by following the
course as instructed.

Actually you're
wrong. No, you're right.

Hold up.

I think we're definitely
getting better.

Ha! That's debatable.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Looking good.

Thank you.

Come on, then. Let's go.

They look properly confident.

Of course they're confident.
They've won four in a row.

Well, Ellie, like I always say,

it's what you do today
that counts, not yesterday.

All we need to do
is follow Eric's lead.

He's in the stroke position,
he's setting the rhythm.

I think we've got a real chance.

Aah!

Oh! Dad?

I'm okay, I'm okay.
Move the boat!

All right. Move the boat.

Keep moving it forwards.

Good one, Pippa.

You just crocked our best rower.

It weren't my fault.

What's happened.
Is it your hand?

- My finger.
- Oh, man up.

I'm sure it's not as
bad as you think.

I'll head up to the
doc's, see if he can fix it.

Ellie, you'll need to cover
for me at the fish stall.

What? I didn't even want
to do this in the first place.

- All your idea.
- Ellie.

And now I've got
to work at the stall

and wear that stupid
hat and stink of fish?

I'm in a lot of pain right now,

so please open
up the fish stall.

What's wrong with your leg?

Not that there's anything
wrong with your legs.

It's an old training injury.

It's what they call dedication.

Dedication looks pretty painful.

So I'll see you at
the garage at 5:00.

I'm so sorry I can't
meet for lunch.

Bye, sweety.
Sorry I'm late. Bye.

Morwenna.

Stop messing around with boats
and go and open the surgery.

I need to go and get changed.

Doc, a minute of your time.

This is Dr. Ellingham, he'll
have a look at your legs... leg.

Yes, it's actually
quite painful now, so...

If you want a consultation,
make an appointment.

You could just
tell me what it is.

It's a leg. If you want me
to diagnose your condition,

make an appointment
and come to the surgery.

"It's a leg."

Al! Al! Little bit of help.

I'm very busy, Dad.

Al! Al!

What is it?

I'm in agony up here.

All right.

Okay!

Oi. You took your time.

I'm packing cases.
What's happened?

It's my foot.

You've got to get me up the hill

to see the doctor.

What, now?

No. No, not if
it's inconvenient.

I'm about to pass out
'cause of the excruciating pain

that is throbbing
through my toe.

But if you'd rather wait,

you know, have a bit of
breakfast, read the paper.

Will you take James, please?

What's wrong with your arm?

Nothing. It's just a rash.

Let me see.

It came up overnight.

Looks like lichen planus.

What's that, then?
Is it contagious?

No. Come to the surgery. I'll
prescribe you something for it.

But don't scratch
it! Make it worse.

Goodbye, James. Have a good day.

Oh! Ooh!

Are you all right?

Don't make a fuss, Doc.
I've got to get to work.

Just tripped on the last step.

Ignore him, Doc.
He's got two left feet.

It's all right. Doc says
it's not contagious.

How's the leg?

I thought it'd be better by now.

Ooh! Look at the
size of that lump.

Oh. It wasn't as big
as that this morning.

Maybe I should go and
see that doctor of yours.

I strongly advise you do.

As umpire, I have
discretion to decide

if people are physically fit
for the competition or not.

Also, that looks terrifying.

Yes. Fine, I'll go see that
Dr. Ellington after practice.

- Ellingham.
- What?

It's Dr. Ellingham... "gham."

Right.

It's up there.

Just tell him Joe
Penhale sent you.

He'll know what you mean.

Oh. Right. So he'll see me
quicker if I mention your name.

Probably not, no.

So why did you bring this up?

You were trying to impress me.

Did it impress you?

No.

Think you can fix it?

It's not broken.
It's dislocated.

Look that way.

Aah!

Bit of warning next time, Doc.

- Can you feel that?
- Yeah.

Good. I'll need to splint
that and bandage it.

How long will that be for?

Come back and
see me in three days,

but it will need to stay
bound for at least two weeks.

No, no, Doc. We've got the race.

No, you're not racing.

There's got to be a way.

I've convinced my
Ellie to get involved.

Spends most of her
time on her bloody phone.

She's gonna be pretty annoyed
if she has to row without me.

Can't you just give it an
injection or something?

You need to rest your hand

to avoid doing further and
more serious damage to yourself.

This is important.

No, it's not.

It's a boat race.

- So?
- Sorry, Morwenna.

Doc, wasn't there
anything else you could do?

No, there wasn't.

Doc.

Can you help me here?

Yes. Go through.

Oh, thanks.

You know if I
could race, I would.

Where am I gonna find
somebody last minute

to take your place?

Oh. No. No.

I mean, I wish I
could, I really do,

but I need to look
after the pub tomorrow,

especially as Dad's not so well.

Oh. Cheers.

It's gout.

Gout?!

But I don't drink port, Doc.

Gout's got nothing
to do with port.

Babies get gout.

There's often a
genetic predisposition

towards a high level
of uric acid in the blood.

That's very interesting,
Doc, but I'm in agony here.

Yes, I'll prescribe you
naproxen to dull the pain.

I'll also test your blood

to see if you'd benefit
from allopurinol,

but that's a long-term solution.

I just need to get back on
my feet so I can help out.

Isn't there some quick
fix you can give me?

No. It doesn't work like that.

Keep your foot
raised for a week,

put an ice pack on your
toe, and drink plenty of water.

Well, if you can't help me,

can you think of
anyone else who can?

You used to row, didn't
you, Mr. Cleveland?

I did, yes.

In fact, I rowed alongside
your grandfather, Morwenna.

Really? I didn't know that.

Before your time of course.

If you're in a real bind,

I suppose I could
get into the boat again

and show

You're all right, Mr. C.
I'm sure we'll find someone.

Thanks, though.

Oh. All right, Alice?

I'd like to make an
appointment with Dr. Ellington.

It's Ellingham. Ellingham.

Yeah, Ellingham.

I should be able to squeeze
you in, in about an hour?

Is there nothing earlier?

I'm in no rush. She
can go before me.

Oh.

I hear you're a man down.
Do hope you find someone.

Won't be much of
a contest otherwise.

Mind you.

Yeah, maybe this year
will be different, eh?

Take a seat.

Maybe.

- Everything okay, Dad?
- I've got gout, boy.

I've got to put my
leg up for a week.

- What about the pub?
- I'm the invalid here.

- Next patient.
- Alice Taylor.

She's from Port Carran,

but I'll register her as
a temporary patient.

- Yes. Come through.
- Thanks.

- Morning, Bert.
- Hello, Janet.

What, a whole week?

I could try and get up
for lunch and dinner,

but how about
breakfast in bed, eh?

Oh.

♪ We'll man all the boats
and we'll head out to... sea ♪

♪ Way hey, blow the man down ♪

Oh! Um...

♪ Out on the waves now,
so wild and so... free ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Give me some time
to blow the man down ♪

I've got something to tell
you. I've made a big decision.

You're leaving Martin?

- No!
- Oh.

I've decided to
give in my notice.

- I think.
- You think?

Well, I was sure.

But it's easy to say it,

and it's harder
to actually do it.

And I'll miss the
kids and the school.

That must be so tough.

♪ Blow the man down ♪

If you did leave, do you
think I'd get your job?

I've no idea.

No, of course.

You could write me
a reference, though.

If you wanted. No pressure.

Pippa.

♪ Whoa, give me some
time to blow the man down ♪

It's fine. I think it will be
good on the actual day.

They just need
to learn their lines.

It's been hurting for a while.

My GP had a look,
but it's just blown up.

It's a Baker's cyst. They
can come up very quickly.

Sounds manageable.

No. It needs to be dealt with.

If it bursts, which it looks
like it could at any moment,

and the fluid
leaks into your calf,

then the pain will
be excruciating.

If you deal with it, I'll be
able to row tomorrow, yes?

Yes, I'll draw out the fluid
and put a dressing on it for you.

So will you cut it open?

No, I'll insert a needle and
draw it out with a syringe.

No, I have this
thing with needles.

It's the only way. You
won't feel anything.

No, I had a terrible experience
with needles as a child.

I had jaundice. A lot
of blood was taken.

It was very painful.

Right, well, that's
understandable.

No, if you stick a needle
in me, I might throw up.

My GP normally gives
me lorezapam, a sedative.

I don't prescribe
unnecessary medicines.

Does your watch
have a second hand?

- Yes.
- Good.

Lie down and look at your watch,
and count the seconds out loud.

Come on.

20, 21...

Right, this is just
a local anesthetic.

25, 26, 27, 28,

29, 30, 31...

What's that for?

In case you vomit.

41, 42, 43,

44, 45, 46,

47, 48, 49,

50, 51,

52, 53, 54...

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

- What are you doing?
- Get that thing away from me!

Don't be silly. Come on.

Oh! God.

Wake up!

Doc! You okay?

Stop hitting me.

Uh...

What...

Oh, God, is she still bleeding?

- Everything okay?
- Get out!

Go on.

Morwenna, I need plasters
and butterfly stitches.

All right.

You know you were both
unconscious on the floor?

What, he passed out too?

Why did you pass out?

I hate needles.

What have I done to my head?

You must have
hit it when you fell.

Oh. I told you.

You didn't listen.
Now look at me.

I have a cup to win tomorrow.

No, um, you should stay at home.

You're not fit to practice.
You are a liability.

- Just go home and get some rest.
- No!

The way you've
treated me is disgraceful!

What? I've drained your cyst
and dressed your head wound.

What, the head
wound inflicted by you?

- Don't be absurd.
- Okay.

Do you want me
to call you a taxi?

No, I can... I can walk.

Lying on the floor,
both of them...

What, seriously?

Yes?

Do you want me to
cancel your patients?

Why would I do that?

In case you're, you
know, not feeling well.

No, I'm fine. Thank
you. Show them in.

All right, um...

Oh. Mel's here.

She's a bit early,
but she's got to go.

Yes, come through. Take a seat.

Thank you.

Show me your wrist.

You all right? I
heard you fainted.

It's lichen planus.

Nobody knows
where it comes from.

There's nothing you could
have done to prevent it.

I'll prescribe you a
corticosteroid cream

to soothe the irritation.

Do you wash yourself with soap?

Of course. There's nothing
wrong with my hygiene.

The soap will be
drying your skin out,

increasing the itching.

From now on just wash with
water, but do keep washing.

Will it go away?

It should do. Between
six and nine months.

What's wrong with your arm?

Graham fell over
and knocked into it.

- Who's Graham?
- Graham. My husband, Graham.

- You met him this morning.
- Oh.

Does he fall over a lot?

Sometimes.

Do you think he has a
problem with alcohol?

No!

He has the occasional
beer... Very occasional...

But I'd know if
there was a problem.

- You might not.
- You saying he's lying to me?

I'm not saying anything. Just
get him to come and see me.

He wouldn't come here.

Why not? Just ask him.

You're very abrasive. I'm
sure he'd do what you said.

Yes. Right.

Thanks.

- Any luck?
- No.

Half the village
don't want to row

'cause they think
we're gonna lose,

and the other half are
physically incapable.

Put me in the second camp.

I've every faith
in your ability.

Chippy said you'd
put Port Carran down

as odds-on favorites to win.

I am in a lot of pain and
wish to be left alone. Now.

Come on, Al. Please.

Oh, last time I got in a boat,

I smashed a woman
in the face with the oar

and burst her nose open.

- I remember that.
- Yeah. It was an accident.

Morwenna, I'd love to help,
but I've got this place, so...

Look, the pub is
gonna open later now.

I promised Louisa
I'd go up to the school

and help sell tickets
and programs.

Oh, that is very
kind of you, Bert,

doing something for
the good of the village.

If only there were more
people like you about.

If I don't say yes,

you're gonna keep asking
me, and asking me, aren't you?

No, no, no.

If you're too scared
to get in a boat,

that's no problem at all.

I'm not scared.

I'm not.

Okay. I'll row.

Yeah.

Hmm!

Yes!

Hello. Uh...

I'd like some
paracetamol, please.

Oh, dear. What's
happened to you?

Passed out in the
doctor's surgery.

Oh.

That doctor passed out
too. It was quite the scene.

What? Is he all right?

He's fine.

Something to do with seeing
my blood all over the floor.

Oh, yes. He's a martyr.

Oh, really? In what way.

It's an affliction. Phobia.

He's had it ever
since he came here.

Before he came here.

Actually why he
had to leave London.

And he fights through
it each and every day.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

45p, please.

Thank you.

But why do you
think you fainted?

I don't know.

Has your blood phobia got worse?

No, I don't think so.

I thought you had
it under control.

Yes, I do have it under control.

I thought we were
looking for a car.

What about this one?
This one's practical.

No.

Louisa. Doc. Hello there.

I like this one.

Oh, it's cheap to run.
You can park it anywhere.

You can take it for a
test-drive if you like.

You're slurring your words.
Have you been drinking?

Absolutely not.

Have you been
talking to my wife?

Martin. Yes, I'd love
to take it for a test drive.

- That would be great.
- I shall get the keys.

- This one?
- Mm. I think it's fun.

Fun?

- It's very small, isn't it?
- Mm.

Where would you
put the child seat?

It's fine. I can
put it in the front.

Where would I sit?

It's not really meant
for family outings.

It's just to help me
get to and from college.

Yes. Change out of third now.

Yeah, I know what I'm doing.

It's been a long
time since you drove.

Martin, shush.

Oh, by the way, are you
coming up to the school

to watch the race tomorrow?

I hadn't planned to.

You know, it'll be my last
time doing the performance.

It would mean a
lot if you were there.

Mirror.

Have you handed in
your letter of resignation?

Mm. Mostly.

- What do you mean?
- I mean I've written the letter.

I just haven't officially
passed it over yet, as it were.

I don't know what that means.

It means I haven't
handed it in yet.

- Why not?
- Because, Martin, I haven't.

Can you just let me
concentrate on the road, please?

Very close on this side.

- Yes.
- And slowly around the corners.

Yes. I have actually
driven a car before.

Not this one.

What were you thinking,

running your mouth off in
front of the doc and everyone?

Because I'm worried about you.

Couple of times a week
you're completely sozzled.

I am not. Why
can't you trust me?

I'm not stupid, you know?
You should go and see him.

- Right, so how did we find it?
- Yeah, I like it.

Well, obviously we're
going to look at other cars.

No, no. I'm gonna buy it.

Well, I'll get the
paperwork organized,

give the car a once-over,

and we can drop it
off tomorrow, then.

Thank you.

What? It's my money, Martin.

Yes, I understand that...

But what?

But nothing.

It's a nice car. It's
a good decision.

Doc, sorry it's late,

but you did say if
Graham wanted to talk.

Yes, come in.

So we had a talk, and he
still says he's not drinking.

I'm not!

Well, something's
going on, isn't it?

That's why I've come here, Doc.

You see, some nights I'm
swaying all over the place,

and the next day I feel awful.

I'm, uh...

I'm worried that
it might be, uh,

might be Parkinson's.

What makes you think that?

Well, I was looking it up, and
I've got the same symptoms.

Really?

Do you have any
of the following...

Tremors or stiffness,
sight problems,

cramps, difficulty
swallowing, dribbling?

Sometimes I have stomach cramps.

Not the others?

Uh, no.

It's not Parkinson's.

Diet.

Uh, no. Not me.

What is your diet?

Oh, um, bit of cheese,
bit of bread, chicken.

Mel here cooks up a lot of pies.

Shepherd's, cottage, fish.

Stop talking.

I need you to blow into this.

This will indicate any
alcohol on your breath.

Well, you're wasting
your time there, Doc,

'cause I know for
sure that I don't.

Let me see.

Well, this says that you do.

The equivalent of two
or three glasses of wine.

Or cider.

Something you want
to tell me, Graham?

- It can't be right.
- It's a medical fact.

Or are you gonna
argue with the facts now?

I'll take a blood sample,
measure the alcohol in that.

Don't pass out, Doc.

I just don't understand it, Doc.

I mean, I don't even remember

the last time I had a
drink, it were that long ago.

You have been stressed at work.

If you tell me the truth,
Graham, right now,

I promise I won't be mad.

- I am telling the truth.
- Oh, for goodness' sake.

Until I get your blood sample
results back, you can't drive.

I've got to deliver
Louisa's car.

I can do that. You
wait for me outside.

I just need a minute to talk to
the doc about that rash of mine.

So?

I told you before,
it's lichen planus.

No, not about me. Graham!

He's got a lot of faults, Doc,

but being a liar's
not one of them.

At least I didn't think so.

Well, if he is an alcoholic,

they can often be very
secretive about their drinking.

See if you can
find some evidence.

I'll watch him like a hawk, Doc.

Yes.

- Good morning, Constable.
- Oh!

Oh. I'm sorry. Did I scare you?

No. Not at all.

It's just I'm trained
to react, so...

- Could have been dangerous.
- Right.

Shouldn't really creep
up on me like that.

I hope you're not
sabotaging our gig.

Just measuring the boat.

As umpire, I take my
impartiality very seriously.

Miss Taylor,

you sure you're feeling
well enough to compete?

What?

Did the doc say
you're okay to race?

Yes, fine! It was just a cyst!

He jabbed it with a needle,
drained it, then collapsed.

Any other questions?

I was meant to get
married this year,

but my wife more or
less left me at the altar.

Was meant to be the
greatest day of my life,

turned out to be the worst.

And?

Sometimes we think we're
doing well when actually we're not,

but we're so determined to
make things right, we don't notice.

Yeah, well, thank you
for being so considerate.

- Sorry you got jilted.
- That's okay.

But the only thing that matters

is that we won last
year and the year before,

and we will win this year again.

Have you never
heard of the expression,

"It's not the winning that
counts, it's the taking part"?

Yes, but only by the
people who don't win.

Excuse me.

You can take them
down to the fundraiser

at the end of the day,

but don't forget to put
their reins on, all right?

Okay.

- Really?
- Just checking.

You've been checking on
me all night and all morning.

You even got up in
the middle of the night

when I went to the
bloody bathroom.

Oh!

That was an accident.

Don't leave stuff in
the bottom of the boat.

Hold it!

Okay, keep it level while
we just do final checks.

They look so
much better than us.

It's not about how they
look. It's about what they do.

You mean like winning
four years in a row?

Yeah, all right.

But we've got something
they've haven't.

Oh, please don't say heart.

No. I wasn't gonna say that.

It's been ages since
Portwenn tasted victory.

And last year we came so close

only for Port Carran
to rob us of that trophy.

But this year,
we're taking it back.

Because today, today
is our day for glory!

That's when you're
meant to start

clapping and cheering, guys.

Oh, God, who gave him that?

Oh, here we go.

Right. Listen up,
everyone. Gather 'round.

I want you to get into your gigs

and go to the starting line.

The bullhorn will signal
the start of the race.

I want you to row out, around
the buoy, and then back again.

The first team to
cross the finishing line

will be the winner.

May the best team win.

Good luck, Portwenn.

I hope they drown.

Let's get this over with. Okay.

Oi, oi.

Here's your program and ticket.

Would you like to place a
bet on the winner of the race?

Oh, is that for charity as well?

Only if you bet on Portwenn.

No, thank you.

So here we are,
ladies and gentlemen.

Make sure you stop by a stall.

Don't want any
stingy people here.

There's the raffle if
you fancy your chances.

I bought 20 tickets, so,
better win something this year.

Louisa?

Oh. Very nautical.

I just thought I'd
make an effort.

Here. Let me.

- Thank you.
- Is Martin here?

I wanted to have
a word with him.

He's most likely holed up in
the surgery avoiding people.

I had asked him to come down

as it's probably gonna
be my last fundraiser,

but you know Martin.

Sorry, excuse me, Ruth.

David, you're late.
Where's your costume?

Yes, well, go on.
You need to go.

Mrs. Thompson's
famous sponge cake.

Probably the only thing
around here that doesn't float.

Right?

No.

To be fair, Mrs. Thompson,
with all you've gone through,

I'm amazed you even
get up in the morning,

let alone bake a cake.

So Morwenna used to
have a fear of rowing,

but fortunately
that ship has sailed.

Martin? Are you here?

Ruth.

I heard about your fainting.

Why didn't you come
and see me about it?

It was a one-off.

Everything is a one-off
until it happens again.

What does Louisa mean

when she says this
is her last fundraiser?

She's stopping teaching.

She's going to concentrate
on her course full time now.

Oh. Good. And
that's fine with you?

Yes, yes. We've discussed
it. It's a good decision.

But why are you
hiding here, then,

when she wants you to
join her up at the fundraiser?

I'm not hiding.

Oh, good. Then you can
walk me back up there.

Come on.

Yes.

You do realize there'll
be children singing

and the whole thing will
be ghastly, don't you?

Well, don't say I
didn't warn you.

Uh, slice of the sponge,
please. Large one.

Okay. That's £2.

- Mel.
- Oh!

I didn't realize it
was fancy dress.

Well, it's not,
really, you know?

How's James? When
are they coming down?

Little 'uns are all
up at the nursery.

They're bringing them
down at the end of the day.

Yes, it's best when
it's a bit quieter, I think.

And one of these for
my little friend here.

Right, everyone
pay attention to me.

Everyone looking at me.

Everyone.

Right, the race
is about to start.

Rowers, are you ready?

Three, two, one.

And they're off!

And we're off to a good start.

The boats all head
out around the buoy,

and then they will
disappear for a while,

which, to be honest,
is pretty boring.

So in the meantime the
children are gonna perform for us.

Let's hope it's not
quite so boring.

I'm sure it won't.

Fingers crossed.

A long time ago, the
Cornish gig was a work boat,

taking pilots out to ships
in the stormy Atlantic.

They would race to get jobs

and argued about which
village had the fastest boats,

which is why for years and
years Portwenn and Port Carran

have battled it out for
the annual Gig Cup.

♪ We'll man all the boats,
and we'll head out to sea ♪

♪ Way hey, blow the man down ♪

♪ That's in a store on
the far side of town ♪

♪ Whoa, give me some
time to blow the man down ♪

- ♪ Blow the man down ♪
- Be quiet!

Oi. Keep it down, eh?

Want to go easy
on the beer as well.

I'm not drinking!

Sound like you have to me.

He hasn't. I've been
watching him all day!

Mel, he does seem
a little worse for wear.

Louisa, I swear, if he'd been
drinking, I'd know about it.

Why don't you just
take him home, really?

Graham.

Graham?

♪ Whoa, give me some
time to blow the man down ♪

Thank you very much

to the children of
Portwenn School there.

Not that boring after all.

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Come on! Put your backs into it!

- Oh!
- Oh! Al!

We're losing ground! Come on!

Sorry! It was an accident.

Oh! Absolutely useless!

I told you I was
rubbish at rowing.

- Well, you're right.
- No domestics!

Get back to work!

One!

Two!

Three! Come on!

Four!

Five!

Six!

'Round the mark!

Come on!

'Round the mark!

Here they come around the buoy!

Portwenn have got it all to do
as Port Carran open up a lead.

The race is definitely
in Port Carran's favor.

I'm not saying we'll need
a miracle to catch up,

but I'd start praying now.

Oh, no, here's Portwenn
coming up slowly.

Right, you know what they say.

"Slowly, slowly, catchy boaty."

Oh! Do they?

Um, hello.

Can you all hear me?

I just wanted to, well, to
thank you all for coming, really,

and to say how
much we appreciate

your continued
support year after year.

Louisa, this isn't
on the schedule.

Yeah, just... Just
a minute, Joe.

I remember when I first
saw this race as a child

and then later as a teacher
and now as headmistress,

and it's always been my
favorite day of the school year,

although I've secretly
always wanted to join

the fishermen's choir.

But now at least today I
finally get to wear the outfit!

Which is fitting

as this year is
gonna be my last year

here at Portwenn School.

And it has caused me
quite a few sleepless nights

trying to decide,

and even this
morning I wasn't sure

if I could really go
through with this.

I know it's been
a difficult decision

as it's been such a privilege

getting to know your children
and watching them grow

and making their brave
new steps into the world.

Look out!

Aah!

Well, I think it's time
for me to do the same.

Don't go anywhere.

Oh, Joe.

- Not you.
- Oh. Right.

Right. Move. Out of
my way. Out of the way.

What I've learned from all
of you, parents and children,

is... is that...

Don't worry. I'll put it
all in the newsletter.

Got a situation here, Doc.

Hang on a minute.
I'm the one in pain here.

The car almost
went over my foot.

I told you to get some
rest and stay at home,

and I told you to stop driving.

I have not been drinking.

He's clearly under
the influence.

I'm gonna get my Breathalyzer.

Doc, I have followed
him all night, all day.

He's hasn't blinked
without me seeing it.

I've tasted every
drink he's had.

I won't even let him go
to the bathroom alone.

- It's driving me crazy.
- He cannot have been drinking.

Exactly. Oh.

His blood test showed
the presence of alcohol,

but if you're
absolutely certain,

there might be
another explanation.

I need you to blow into
this until I tell you to stop.

Ah, no, don't bother.

He'd probably fail it,

but that doesn't necessarily
mean he's been drinking.

You could have
auto-brewery syndrome.

I've never actually
come across it myself,

but fermentation in the gut
leads to ethanol production.

Say again?

You'd have to undergo
monitored tests in hospital,

but if they confirm the presence
of too much yeast inside you

and you haven't been drinking,
then your body may well be

brewing its own alcohol
supply in your stomach.

So, what you're saying is,
basically my body is a brewery.

Yes, that's exactly
what I am saying.

Thanks, Doc.

Come and see me tomorrow.

Thank you.

Come on.

Is that my car?

Oh, don't worry
about it, Louisa.

I'll send one of the
boys down to fix it,

and I'll deliver it to you
tomorrow... Promise.

Oh, she will.
She's just amazing.

- Oh!
- Ugh.

Oh, God, you smell
terrible, but you do talk lovely.

So you're saying he's not
been drinking, but he's drunk.

Yes.

I need more information.

It's the gastrointestinal
organism

Saccharomyces cerevisiae.

It's been identified
as a yeast pathogen.

That's too much information.

Oh! The boats!

Ease off, both sides!

Come on, Portwenn!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

On two, give me a big 10!

One!

Two!

Three!

- Four!
- Come on!

Yes!

Come on, we're
doing well! Come on!

Come on!

Nine! Ten!

Alice!

Hang on, stop
rowing. Stop rowing.

Lift her up.

- Come on, Portwenn!
- Come on!

Mor, I think
something's happened.

- Ignore them!
- Seriously?

Guys, I think that girl
Alice has collapsed.

What?

Plenty of wellie!

- Maybe we should stop.
- We're winning!

They wouldn't
turn 'round for us.

- Yeah.
- Come on, Morwenna!

Yeah, Mor.

And Portwenn are in the lead!

We are watching history
in the making here.

Come on!

No, turn around. We're helping!

- Yeah.
- Come on, then!

- Head for their boat!
- Come about!

Starboard! Port!

I mean port! Over
there! Over there!

But now they're going backwards.

Why are they going backwards?

Oh! Uh, there's a man
down in the Port Carran team.

Or should I say woman down.

Yes, I should. It's a woman.

Oh, Doc, it's an emergency.

Throw us a rope,
and we'll tow you in!

Hey! Just put her down
here. Is she breathing?

I don't know.

Hello. Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? Hello.

Not you. Don't you touch me!

What's wrong with her, Doc?

I think she's got
delayed concussion.

Concussion?

Because of yesterday,
what you did to me?

No, because you
ignored my instruction

to go to bed and rest.

I don't want to hear
any more from you.

Linda, Michelle, help me up.

Look, you really need to
let me examine you properly.

No!

All right, take
her to a hospital

and make sure
she gets a CT scan.

Go away! I can't talk to you.

Listen up.

Seeing as the Port Carran team

have walked away
without acknowledging me,

I am disqualifying them

for flagrant disregard
of the umpire.

That seems a bit harsh, Joe.

Oh, shush, Morwenna.
He's saying we've won.

But we don't want
to just win by default.

Maybe Dad'll be so happy
he'll let me off fish duty.

No, no, no. You can't do this.

I'm the umpire. I can do that.

Then I would like to
make a formal protest.

Dad, you're only protesting

'cause you're gonna
lose a lot of money on this.

'Cause I believe in proper
rules and regulations.

Otherwise it's just anarchy.

My official decision
is victory to Portwenn.

Morwenna, as team captain,
do you formally accept?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Yeah!

Portwenn it is.

I put 30 quid on Portwenn.

I'm gonna get my
Ellie something nice.

Time to pay up.

I wish I had your luck, Eric.

Oh...

No, no.

You need someone
to look after you.

Shift! Out the way! Shift!

And then I told
everyone I was leaving,

so there's no going back now.

Well, that's good.
That's good, isn't it?

And you're still sure you
made the right decision?

It's a bit late to ask
that now, isn't it?

No, of course I'm not sure.

But that's what makes
it exciting, I suppose.

You know, the risk.

I mean, yes, I'd be worried

if you decided to
stop being a doctor.

But things don't have to stay
the same forever, do they?

Do you think your fainting

had anything to do with
my circumstances changing?

No, I don't think so.

'Cause you do like a controlled
environment, don't you?

Louisa, you've only
just started this course.

Please don't use
me as a test case.

I'm simply gathering a picture
of your symptoms, that's all.

Hello.

Hi, Chris. Did you
come for the race?

Oh, no, no. I-I missed all that.

Actually, I'm... I'm
here on business.

Perhaps we could have a talk
in private somewhere, hmm?

Sure, yeah, you carry on.

I've got to get this
little one some food.

Come in for a cup
of tea before you go.

- Please.
- Oh. Right.

What is it?

Um, yes.

Right. Well, to the point. Um...

I'm afraid you're
in trouble, Martin.

There's a patient.

I tried to talk to her,

tried to persuade her
not to make a complaint,

but she'd already got the
powers that be involved.

Martin, she wants
you struck off.

- "She" being?
- Alice Taylor.

- I believe you drained her cyst.
- Her Baker's cyst.

Yes, I treated her successfully.

But the patient passed out, and
she's claiming you did as well.

Is that... Is that true?

Normally, I could
make this disappear,

but it seems Alice
Taylor is a solicitor.

She's made an almighty fuss,

which is how she's got
this moving so quickly.

What exactly is she saying?

You're accused of being
too ill to work safely.

It could be serious.

If your phobia is out of control
and you really can't cope...

No, nothing is out of control.

The woman was
suffering from concussion.

She didn't know
what she was saying.

She wouldn't let me help her
when she collapsed on her boat.

She collapsed again
and you tried to help her?

Yes, of course I did. That's
what I do. I'm a doctor.

You need to stay away from
her until this is sorted out.

I certainly will.

In fact, you need to stay
away from all patients.

What do you mean?

Martin, I hate to do this,

but until this complaint's
been dealt with,

you need to stop practicing.

Are you suspending me?

No, I'm advising you.

Close the surgery
until further notice.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I'm sorry.