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-Hey!

Idiot!

Oh!

-You took your time.

-I didn't.

-She seems fine, but I don't know.

Does she seem pale to you?

-No.

She just seems very stupid.

-Oh, Martin.

-What did you think you were doing?

-And good morning to you.

-Shifting furniture.

-You brought me a sofa.

I went back for a chair.

Then I felt a little bit faint.

That's all.

-Really I wonder why.

Could it be because you're seven months pregnant?

Have you passed out before?

-I didn't pass out.

-Were you breathless?

-When?

-Before you fainted?

-Well, I didn't faint.

-She needed to sit down.

But dizzy, she said.

-This is beginning to sound less and less like an

emergency.

-Well, I did ask Joan not to bother you.

-It really is no bother.

-Actually, it's extremely inconvenient.

Especially since your blood pressure is normal, unlike

your attitude to pregnancy.

-Sorry?

-Sometime you're going to have to accept the fact that you

can't behave like a normal person.

You're going to have a baby.

-Oh, which makes me admirable.

-Yes.

Oh!

Get gone!

Get!

-Is that smell coming from your dog?

-No, it is not.

-The toilet's blocked, and there's something strange

behind the fridge.

And in the fridge.

-All right.

If you want my advice, you should take this

as a wake up call.

-Ok, Martin.

-Your body is trying to tell you to lie down, rest, stop

working.

-No, I don't want to stop teaching.

-How many days a week are you working?

-Five.

-Make it three.

-I can't.

I'm the acting head teacher.

As a matter of fact, I've just applied to be the permanent

head teacher.

-Are you every bit as mad as the last one?

-What's that supposed to mean?

-As I keep saying, Louisa, you are about to have a baby.

-Yes.

And the summer holiday's before the new term begins.

-Yes.

And you'll still have that baby right through to the end

of the academic year.

You will care for that child for next 18

years of your life.

Longer if it's handicap.

How on earth do you think you can cope with a full-time job

and be a full-time mother?

-I'll get some help.

-Not from me.

-Martin!

-Well, I'm only repeating what she's made abundantly clear

from the outset.

She doesn't want me involved.

-No, I don't.

And I'm perfectly capable of doing what loads of other

women do every day.

I can work and be a mum.

-Oh, look what your dog's doing.

This place is a minefield of bacteria.

Next thing you know, you'll be having a miscarriage.

-I think you'd better leave now before you say something

you'll really...

Go on, go on!

Just go, Martin.

-Hello, doctor.

I was just bringing some papers for

miss Glasson to sign.

I didn't realize she was ill.

-She's not.

She's resting.

-Actually, I was hoping to see you.

-Make an appointment.

-Aw, what?

-Here, boy?

Grab my kidneys.

-Eh?

-I've just been to the butcher's.

-Em, could you lend me a couple hundred pounds?

-Huh!

I'd need a good reason to find money like that, boy.

-Well, have you actually got that kind of money?

-When you say got, do you mean have in my possession right

now?

-Yes.

-Then, no.

No, because I've been to the butcher's.

-But I thought the meat was delivered this morning?

-Oh, I gets hungry 'round about tea time.

I could send you a chop.

Ow!

-He was called to an emergency.

-You said 9 o'clock.

-Well, that's the thing about emergencies.

You don't know about them in advance.

If you did, they'd be called appointments.

Martin: Next appointment?

-Is that the doctor?

-Obviously.

-There's nothing obvious about it.

We've never met the man before.

We didn't meet the last doctor either.

We haven't seen anyone medical since... well, not for ages.

Martin: Pauline?

-You can go in now.

Pauline: MacKenzie.

Weren't expecting to see you today.

-Take a seat.

Oh, not you, obviously.

Um, would you like to take a seat, miss um...

-Mclynn.

I prefer to stand.

-Right.

Is this Mr. Mclynn?

-Of course it is.

-And which one of you's the patient?

-Neither of us is ill, if that's what you're implying.

My husband wants you to be his GP.

I, on the other hand, do not.

-All right.

You want to register at the practice?

-Uh, yes.

Well...

-we need a blue badge for our car.

-Oh, yes.

I'm disabled, you see?

-Yes, the wheelchair was a clue.

-I'm paralyzed from the waist down.

-So we need the badge to park the car near the shops.

-If you would agree to be our GP, we could apply to the

country council.

-I'm aware of the procedure.

Tell me about your legs.

-They don't work.

What more do you want?

-And when did they stop working?

-Oh, just a few weeks ago.

-Really?

What happened?

-I...

I fell over.

-He fell downstairs.

Cracked two vertebrae.

The doctor at the hospital says he'll never walk again.

It's very sad.

-Do you have any sensation whatsoever in

either of your legs?

-What are you going to do with that thing?

-I'd just like you to shut your eyes for me, please.

-No, no, no.

I've got a very bad aversion to needles.

-It's not a needle, it's a neurological pin.

-It's sharp and it's shiny.

It's quite close enough.

-I just want you to tell if you think I'm using this end

or the blunt part when I press it against you.

-What the hell have you done?

-I didn't do anything.

He moved his hand.

-Ugh!

Don't make a fuss.

-Everything Ok in here?

-He stuck a needle in my hand.

-It's a neurological pin, and I need to be sure that you're

telling the truth about your legs.

Now give me my pin back.

-Don't you touch me!

Maureen, we're leaving.

-Oh, dear.

-Pauline.

-Did it hurt?

-If you really are paralyzed, I don't see why you'd object

to a simple test.

I have to be certain of all the facts before I put

my name on a form.

-I don't want your name on any form of ours, you sadist.

-Yes.

Look what he's done.

He stuck a needle in my hand.

-It was an accident.

-Oh, come on.

-Can I have a quick word, Dr.Ellingham?

-Yes, Mr. MacKenzie.

Good.

Come through.

-You know about the school

governance meeting on Thursday?

-Is it in my diary?

-Well, I gave Pauline all the details.

-Well, then it probably isn't in my diary.

-Thing is, I know you'd normally make some feeble

excuse why you can't be there.

-I have better things to do with my evening.

-We need a quorum.

Five governors minimum.

And seeing how this'll be an interview panel for the new

head teacher, I'd like it very much indeed if you could

possibly turn up.

-Would you?

Louisa Glasson applied for that job.

-Oh, yeah.

Along with two others.

Miss Glasson's previous experience will obviously

count in her favor.

But if she's going to be successful, she'll need a

panel that's right behind her.

-And you think I'd be right behind her?

-Well, I'd assume she'd get your vote.

-That's a stupid assumption.

My vote will go to somebody who isn't pregnant.

-You really can't say things like that.

-I just did.

-It's illegal.

-What, to tell you my voting intention?

-To deny someone a job just because they're expecting.

Miss Glasson could sue the board of governors.

-I'll take that risk.

And I'll be at that meeting on Thursday.

-No, you won't.

It's nearly a week now since Graham

Margrieves lost his mother.

I'll ask him instead.

-I think I'm going to be sick.

-Got morning sickness?

-Can you smell it?

-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, of course I can.

That's why I didn't do your plumbing anymore.

-They said they'd fix it for $350, but I thought, no,

that's a bit steep.

-Well, not if he's going to do the other stuff.

I mean, you said the boiler was broken?

-Mm-Hm.

And the washing machine.

Bathtubs are dripping.

The gutter's full of leaves and dead birds.

But even so, 350 pounds?

-I'll tell you what...

-do you know someone who'll do it for cheaper?

-Yeah.

Me.

-What about the restaurant?

-For 200 quid cash, I'll do it all by Friday.

-Deal.

-Mm.

-What's the matter with you?

-It's my hay fever.

Been awful this year.

-Much worse than usual?

-Yes.

I've tried everything Mrs. Tishell has, all the

antihistamines.

Is there anything stronger?

-There are nasal steroid sprays, but I'd have to

examine you before prescribing one of those.

-Examine me?

Why?

-In case it's not hay fever.

I notice you have a rash on your neck.

Is it anywhere else?

-No, no.

It's just prickly heat.

It's nothing.

-I'll be the judge of that.

-There's really no need.

Thank you.

Oh, goodness me.

Just look at the time.

I have to be getting back to school.

I was uh...

I'm sorry if i... oh.

-Next patient.

-Hello?

Mrs. Rudd?

I was going to pop in this afternoon to pick up that

check you owe me.

Is that convenient?

-No, not really.

I'll put it in the post for you tomorrow.

-No, no.

Wait a minute!

-Oh, my god.

Receiving 595.

Stay where you are.

I've got an rtc trabertha road, portwenn.

Looks like person's injured.

Don't think anyone's fatal as yet, but I'll come

back to you on that.

Could you contact the local medic?

Tell him he's needed asap.

Over.

Male speaker: Why don't you

give him a ring yourself?

Over.

-Yes, that's all received.

Out.

Don't move.

-Portwenn surgery.

Yes, PC Penhale, I'll receive him.

PC Penhale.

Martin: Mm.

-Shh.

Yeah.

Well, when you say victims, how many people are we talking

about, and what kind of injuries?

Well, when you say unconfirmed, is that because

you don't know yet?

Mrs. Norton?

Your aunt's been in a car crash.

-We need a formal witness statement, so don't leave the

country, Ok?

-And are you all right my beloved buddy.

How are you darling?

Are you all right?

-If I could just interrupt your conversation with your

dog for one moment, I'm a little confused.

There's a witness says Mrs. Mclynn drove into your truck

while you were stationary.

-Yeah, well, I've just been speaking to Mrs. Mclynn.

-You really mustn't compare notes with a possible suspect

until I've established the facts.

-Well, she agrees that I backed into her.

You backed into her?

-What's so hard about that?

-I was trying to turn around because of the hold up.

It's entirely my fault.

I will pay for the damage.

-So you don't want to press charges against Mrs. Mclynn?

-Why?

I have not done anything wrong.

-Even so, under the road traffic act of 1988, you have

to exchange details.

Name, address...

-i know who she is.

-And I know were she lives.

-I suppose if you're happy, we can put this on a back burner.

But I have to warn you...

-Hey, are you sure you're not hurt?

-No, I'm fine.

-In that case, I'll cancel my request for medical backup.

Whoops.

Too late.

-I was just trying to call you, doc.

Seems Mrs. Norton...

-what happened?

-Just a tiny, tiny bump.

That's all.

-Pauline said you're injured.

-Well, I'm not.

-You're sure?

-Well, my bones may be brittle, but I am intact.

I'm a bit worried about buddy.

I think he might have cracked a rib.

Are you suggesting I should examine your dog?

-Well, could you just run a hand over his midriff?

-Yes, I could if I was a vet.

But I'm not.

A complete waste of my time.

-Paul, what's wrong?

-We're supposed to be going out tonight.

-Tonight?

-You haven't forgotten?

-No.

No, no, no.

It's just that I'm, ah, just stuck here on the moor.

On bodman.

I've just broken down.

-Oh, so we're not going out?

Well, that depends if anyone stops to help me, doesn't it?

-Cup of tea?

-Who's that?

-Just some old biddy asking if I want some tea.

-There's an old woman on bodman offering

you a cup of tea?

-She's got a thermos.

-Well, has she got a car?

Can she give you a lift?

-Nope.

No, no.

She's a Walker.

She's a rambler.

She's got a big rucksack and a stick.

But I'll ring you when I'm on my way, so bye.

-Well...

Hmm.

PC Penhale: Mauren Jennifer Mclynn.

Has no previous convictions.

She's not wanted by the police.

Date of birth makes her 68 on the 3rd of next month, so

there's still two years before she needs to apply to the dbna

for a new driving license.

But don't worry, doc.

I won't let his go.

-You realize it's a road traffic accident, don't you,

and not actually murder?

-Well, yes.

But...

-Oh, doc.

Oh, oh, I didn't know you were coming.

You should've warned me.

I could've got myself ready and made myself presentable.

-Just come to collect my suppositories.

-Of course.

Absolutely.

I think they're just arrived, I think.

Oh, I'm sorry about the mess.

Oh, it was all clean and tidy until the

Mclynns paid me a visit.

And that Mr. Mclynn, he knocked over my nappy Davis

plate.

-On purpose?

-Well, no.

I don't think so.

-How long has he been in a wheelchair?

-Oh, wow.

Ever since he came to Portween.

I think six or seven years.

He used to have a nice little electric model.

Um, oh, he never would've broken anything with that.

And then a couple of months ago, he told me that had

broken down.

And so he's now downgraded to a manual version.

-Interesting.

-Bye, doc.

-Ah, doctor.

I was hoping to bump into you...

-if you're ill, make an appointment.

-No, I'm not ill.

-I'm just here to confirm what I heard from Stu MacKenzie

about you and miss Glasson.

-What's he been saying about me and miss Glasson?

-That you don't think she should be our head teacher

again.

-That's right.

That's true.

-But she's the best we ever had.

-Well, I'm sure she was very good.

But she didn't have a baby back then, did she?

-Why would having a baby affect her performance?

-Because very few women have the mental and physical

capacity to work full-time and bring up a small child.

And with the best will in the world, miss Glasson is not one

of those women.

-Come on, Brian James.

This way.

-Any world from imperial?

-What?

-About the job?

-Seeing Robert in a couple of weeks.

-Give him my love.

When?

-I thought you wanted me to read this

and give you my thoughts.

I can't think and arrange my diary at the same time.

-Won't say another word.

-Thank you.

-Really?

I don't know, perhaps you're right.

-I am.

-What are you doing?

-You don't need any of this.

You're putting hsg at the top, mentioned again in the middle,

and then at the end, it starts to feel repetitive.

-Tell the reader what you're going to tell them, tell them,

then tell them what you've told them.

-The readers of the British journal of obstetrics and

gynecology aren't stupid.

They know what they're being told without being warned of

it in advance and reminded of it at the end.

This whole page needs tightening.

You've become verbose.

-You want me concise?

-Yes.

-I can be concise.

I can be pithy, taut, succinct, laconic,

breviloquent.

-When does this need to be finished?

-I told the editor I'd email it tonight.

-Oh.

Better get a move on then.

-No, no.

I've got my laptop with me.

We can take our time and keep polishing 'til we're finished.

I've missed this.

-It's bad enough that you belittle me in front of my

colleagues and pupils.

But now, I hear you're telling all the governors not to vote

for me.

-Not all of them.

-I'm pregnant, Martin.

I'm not ill.

I'm not the second class citizen you seem to

think that I am.

Do you think I can't cope with having a baby?

You know, your attitude towards me, towards women

actually, is... is particularly pompous and chauvinistic,

which is exactly why I never, ever thought that you and I

could be together.

Good evening.

You've got company.

-Obviously.

-If you could possibly save the squabbling until I'm out

of earshot, I'll be ever so grateful.

-Wait a moment.

-We'll speak in the morning.

-No, we'll speak now.

Miss Glasson isn't staying.

-Oh, yes I am.

-Of course you are.

So I'll take this with me and try and imagine the fun I'm

missing here.

Thank you for all your suggestions, Ellingham.

Try not to get too excited Louisa.

It's not good for the baby.

-Now that you've succeeded in ruining my evening.

Is there anything else you'd like to say to me?

-How I decide to lead my life is up to me.

What I don't need from you, what I will never need from

you, is... I can't help.

-Why are you crying?

I'm not crying.

Good evening.

Mr. Mclynn: Yes, but they'll find out

They come 'round here all the time.

-I know that.

-You'll have wait, because I can't.

Oh, it's you.

Dr. Ellingham.

-You've been paralyzed for at least seven years.

-What?

-I have it on good authority that you were unable to walk

when you first moved to this village seven years ago.

-So?

-I don't like being lied to.

How do you think it makes me look if I sign a form for

someone who's clearly trying to defraud the county council?

-I'm not.

I...

I wouldn't...

-you told me you'd only recently lost the use of your

legs.

-Well, I thought there was some rule about having to

apply for a blue badge straight away.

You know, like the statute of limitations?

-Nonsense.

What's happened to your face?

-Nothing's happened.

I'm fine.

-Are you pathologically incapable

of telling the truth?

-Maybe he doesn't trust someone who

stabbed him with a needle.

-It wasn't a needle.

-I want to do our shopping.

-Are you going to tell me why you lied?

-No.

Come along, Maureen.

Ah!

Ah.

Female speaker: Spend the night

with Louisa, did you?

Female speaker: You got her pregnant.

-Oh, god, I'm late.

-Should have got al to wake you.

-He did.

Then I feel asleep again.

-Why's he up so early?

-He's going to podstire.

To look at that freezer.

Your mate just got his new freezer he's letting me have

half price.

Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?

-None whatsoever.

No.

-I keep hearing things.

-What sort of things?

-Sometimes, it's like, a high pitch whistling.

Sometimes it's more like a bell.

-And now, it sounds like a telephone.

-That's because it is a telephone.

-You can hear it too?

-Yes, I can.

But I shouldn't be able to, because my stupid receptionist

should have switched it through to her desk.

-Al, it's me again.

Where are you?

Can you give me a ring?

Love you.

-Pauline?

-What's this one about two weeks on Tuesday?

-What?

-You put a line through it.

-Yes.

-And n/a.

Is that supposed to mean something?

-That means I won't be here that day.

Reschedule those appointments and don't make anymore.

-Where will you be?

-Somewhere else.

-Doing what exactly?

-Mind your own business.

And when I'm with a patient, you

answer the surgery telephone.

And don't make personal calls.

And tidy those magazines up.

-Stick a broom on my backside, I could sweep

the floor as well.

-Yes, you could.

-Mm.

-Allie.

You look awful.

Are you Ok?

If you want to go home...

-i feel dreadful.

My hay fever is worse than ever.

-Have you been to see Dr. Ellingham?

-Well, I did try.

But he was, you know.

-Yeah.

He can be a bit, you know.

But you might be infectious.

Don't you think you should stay away from the school?

-Maybe I should go back to the doctor.

-Yeah, I think you should.

Mr. MacKenzie, hello.

-Miss Glasson, can we have a word?

-Yes.

Yeah, please.

-I hope this isn't a bad time.

-Is it bad news?

-Why don't we talk about that?

-Firstly, let me say you did an excellent interview, and we

were all most impressed.

The two other candidates were also good, and it's been a

very difficult decision we've had to make.

-I think I can guess what's coming.

Really?

-Well, you don't look too happy, so you're obviously all

here to tell me I didn't get the job.

-Oh, don't worry about Graham.

His mother just died.

-You're the new head, Louisa.

-Really?

-Well, that's fantastic news.

-Yeah, one in the eye for doctor know-it-all.

-Sorry?

-Oh, doc Martin said we shouldn't appoint you.

-Stu.

-But we have.

-Well, I hope that's not the only reason

that I got the job.

-Oh, no.

Of course not.

You were definitely the best candidate.

Wasn't she?

-Huh?

Yeah, absolutely.

But if it annoys the pompous bugger, so much the better.

-Oh, he dropped his food.

Should I take him to the vet?

-You haven't fixed your brake lights.

-Does it really matter?

-Yes.

You can't drive around like that.

It's against the law.

You need to book into a garage.

-Well, if you're so concerned about the condition of my

truck, why don't you buy the brake lights

and fix them yourself?

-All right.

I will if you want.

Won't your insurance cover it?

-Well, what's this I hear about you not wanting Louisa

to be head teacher again?

-Why are you being evasive?

-I may have let my car insurance

lapse, just a little.

-What do you mean just a little?

You're either insured or you're not.

-Well, I'm not.

I couldn't afford to renew the policy, so I didn't.

-You've been driving around without insurance?

-Have you any idea of the trouble you'd be in if they

caught you?

-Well, of course I have.

That's why I lied to Penhale about the crash.

-You lied to him?

-Well, I thought it best to get away before he asked too

many questions.

Mrs. Mclynn drove into me, but only my truck was damaged.

Would you rather I told the truth and was arrested?

-You wouldn't have been arrested.

Get a few points on your license and a hefty fine.

That's all.

-I can't afford to pay a fine, hefty or otherwise, for the

same reason that I can't afford to

renew my car insurance.

-Are you telling me that you don't have any money?

-Not at the moment.

But in a little while if I ask them nicely, the bank might

give me some more.

Is he limping?

-You mean you've already taken out of there?

-Quite a few actually.

-Well, why didn't you come to me?

-No, Martin.

I can't take another penny from you.

You've done enough.

I've got to cope with this on my own.

-Right.

Well, Mrs. Mclynn is at fault.

Mrs. Mclynn must pay.

Thank you for the chicken.

-Hello?

Ah, hello.

-What do you want?

What are you doing here?

Maureen!

-Ah, good.

You're wife's here, is she?

She needs to pay for the damage she did

to my aunt's truck.

-Your aunt?

-Joan Norton.

-Well, she drove into us.

-No, she didn't.

-Neville?

Did you call me?

-Yes.

Dr. Ellingham's here.

I think he wants some money.

-You smashed the brake lights on my aunt's truck, and I

think you should pay for some new ones.

-I didn't know what to say.

-Has Mrs. Norton told the police what really happened?

-No.

And she's not going to?

-I very much doubt it.

-In that case, if you send the bill, I'll send a check.

Fair enough?

-Uh, yes.

-And you can see yourself out, please.

-Thank you.

-Oh, for god's sake.

Female speaker: I'm not that.

-Don't you care about al?

-No.

-Of course not.

-Oh, he's a proper lover boy.

-Her boyfriend's sleeping around.

-What was that about al?

-You don't know about him and Louisa?

-We saw them.

-Together.

-Ouch, that was harsh.

Female speaker: She must know.

Female speaker: She's got to know.

Everyone knows.

Female speaker: Al's pretty fit though.

-Pauline, I was wondering if I could see

the doctor this morning?

Oh, I really don't feel very well.

Could you check to see if he's got any time?

-Yeah.

Check to see if he's got any time.

-Next patient.

-Um, Sally Chadwick.

Already here.

-Come through.

-I'm sorry I had to leave the other day.

-Mm.

-I feel 10 times worse now.

-Take a seat.

In what way worse exactly?

-My nose won't stop running.

I've got a sore throat.

I feel shivery.

-39.

-That's not good.

-That's not hay fever.

-Lie on the couch and loosen your blouse.

-What are you doing to do?

-I'm going to examine you, just as I would have done the

other day if you'd stayed for more than 30 seconds.

-I went to Spain for half-term Ibiza, actually.

It was lovely.

Very warm.

Very barmy.

-You have a tattoo.

-I don't know what I was thinking.

It's a tiger.

We all want things we probably shouldn't, don't we?

-No.

Your skin is abraded.

Have you tried to remove it?

I hate it.

I can't believe I did it.

I read about salt crystals on the Internet.

I couldn't afford laser of treatment.

-So you thought you'd try and rub your skin off, regardless

of the danger to your health?

You risked hepatitis and HIV by allowing your skin to be

pierced with needles.

You then perform an unhygienic procedure on yourself, which

leads to an infection.

Well done.

Just the kind of self-inflicted injury

we GPS thrive on.

-Can you help me?

-I'm prescribing you antibiotics.

-What about the tiger?

What if someone sees it?

-When you're feeling better, we'll compete the

dermabrasion.

Under sterile conditions.

-Thank you.

Miss Glasson was worried I might be infectious.

-Well, you're not.

She got the job, by the way.

Permanent head teacher.

She got it.

-Oh god.

Next patient.

-They saw him there in Louisa's bedroom kissing.

-Oh, they're winding you up, girl.

You know what those girls are like.

-Yeah, they were itty little...

-which is why you should never believe a word of

what they're saying.

-Well, normally I wouldn't.

But then I thought, why would al start making up stories

about bodman and

Whatever if he weren't doing something he shouldn't.

-Now you listen to me.

I'm going to see Louisa right away.

I'm going to ask her if there's anything going on.

And she's going to tell me the truth because that girl

respects me.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Don't be so bloody stupid.

Me and al kissing?

-That's the rumor going around the village.

-Well, I hope you're putting a stop to that rumor.

-I will do when I'm sure there's no truth in it.

-Well, of course there's no truth in it.

Why would I be kissing your son?

-Well, he's a good looking boy.

He's quite a catch.

Impact especially if you're looking for a husband.

-Well, I'm not.

-Well, you'll be wanting someone to help with the baby,

won't you?

-No.

And even if I was, al would be the last person

that I turned to.

Well, second to last.

-Is it true?

-Is what true?

-What, that you were kissing al?

-That you've been made head teacher?

-That's right.

This is when you say congratulations.

-No it isn't.

This is when I say I think you're mad.

-Well, congratulations.

-Go away.

-Oh, good heavens.

-Dr. Ellingham.

-Oh.

Yes, Dr. Ellingham.

What do you want?

-I've, uh, brought that application for a blue badge

from the country counsel.

I filled in the GP section.

Just get your husband to put his details there and there.

-Oh.

And I'm sure we can sort it out for ourselves.

Thank you very much.

-Eh, I don't really think you should be

driving, Mrs. Mclynn.

-Leave me alone.

-Why don't you pull over here and stop.

-No.

-I think we both know what's wrong with you.

-Hey, stop!

-You're blind!

-Are you hurt?

I think I'll live.

-Right.

-That form I gave you was an application for car insurance

for my aunt.

If you were able to see properly, you would have

noticed the words "application for car insurance"

written across it.

-You knocked me over.

-It's because she's blind.

-What?

-Well, that's all right.

I mean, I tell her which way to turn, when to accelerate,

when to stop.

-I can see around the edges.

-You have peripheral vision?

-Yes.

I'm not completely blind.

-Oh, well, that's all fine then.

-No, it's not.

I'm pretty sure it's illegal.

-Of course it's illegal.

I want you to come to my surgery at 6:00 pm tonight.

-Who me?

-No, not you.

You.

-Me and you, kissing?

-Your dad seemed to think I'd be desperate for a bloke.

-Eh.

He didn't tell Pauline, did he?

-No.

-She told him.

-Oh.

-Now, how much have I got there?

-194 pounds 50.

-All right.

-Tell you what.

You can give me the rest tomorrow, eh?

-Gosh.

Thanks.

-The thing is, I didn't tell Pauline I was working for you,

so she might think it's all a bit suspicious.

-Do you want me to explain what you've been up to?

I'm sure she'll believe me.

-Oh, no, no.

I can um...

I can sort this on my own.

Probably.

-While I'm here, can I book a table for Saturday night?

-Yeah, sure.

-Just to celebrate me getting my old job back.

So I've asked all the staff.

-So that's a table for how many?

-Uh, oh, I'll need to ask miss Chadwick.

Um.

Great.

No battery.

-You can use our phone if you want.

-Thanks.

Is it just...

-here.

It's just, um, just down on the left.

-Am I interrupting something?

-Heh?

You and Louisa?

-Now Pauline, don't worry.

I know there's been rumors.

-You were kissing each other.

-No, no, no.

That did not happen.

-You were seen with Louisa in Louisa's house.

-Well, yes.

I suppose it is possible that someone did see me in...

-do you realize she's pregnant?

-Well, yeah, because her belly kind of gives it away.

-Is that you it was?

-What?

-Oh, god.

Did you make her pregnant?

-You're just being silly now, Pauline.

-How could you fancy someone so obese.

Do you ever think about fat girls?

Do you dream about fat girls?

-No.

I could never fancy a fat girl, and you can't get much

fatter than Louisa.

Ah, Louisa?

-I see what you've done.

-Louisa?

-Seven years ago when my husband was driving, a girl

fell off her motor bike up ahead.

We didn't see it 'til we came 'round the corner,

and then the crash.

-Stop talking.

Look straight ahead.

-They wanted to cut my legs off.

Doctors kept on and on about risk of

infection and gangrene.

That I'd never walk again.

-We don't like doctors.

-Is that why you didn't come see and me about your eyes?

-Didn't want you to do something unpleasant.

-Not like prevent you from going blind.

When did you start to lose your sight?

-Four, five months ago.

I didn't feel safe walking around anymore.

-Yes.

I stopped using the electric wheelchair, and then Maureen

just held onto my handles.

-Handles.

I couldn't help pushing him into the occasional door,

hence his cuts and bruises.

-What I still don't understand is why you lied to me about

how long you'd been disabled.

-Well, we thought you'd be suspicious if we said that

we'd managed without a blue badge for seven years.

But Maureen does need one now, because she's got to park on

the yellow lines where there are no other cars, you see?

-Right.

You're suffering from age-related macular

degeneration.

You're lucky that we've caught in time.

There's a good chance I can restore most of your vision.

-It won't be painful?

I mean, you won't do anything horrible?

-Of course not.

I'll treat you with vegf inhibitors.

-Oh.

Are those pills?

-Injections.

-Into her arm.

-Into her eyeball.

-You're going to...

-insert needles into her eyeballs and inject the

inhibitors directly into the base of each retina.

Hold them.

-The bjog got my email last night.

And the editor was on the phone this morning saying he'd

sent it to the RCOG.

They want me to be keynote speaker at their agm.

Is that so surprising?

-I'm just wondering why you're opening a bottle of champagne

when neither of us drinks.

-It's a fizzy elderflower cordial.

-Oh.

The venue for this

Not far.

Some hotel in Exeter.

You might want to come with me, Ellingham.

Moral support.

Think about it.

Cheers.

-Mm.

I've got you something.

It's a little out of date, but I think it should do the job.

Open it up.

If ever you need reassurance you can cope,

just give it a squeeze.

You did say you were fine now, yes?

-Ellingham?

Oh.

Ellingham?

Ellingham?

-Eh.

-You passed out.

-Obviously.

-You're going to have to fix this once and for all.

Otherwise, you can forget about London.

-I didn't tell you I was working for Louisa, because

then you would've asked me why I needed the money.

-Why did you need the money?

-For this.

-Ah, it's a scooter.

-Yup.

-Ah!

-Ah.

It's French.

-Just in case you ever feel trapped by me and dad, you can

always escape.

-Let me take you somewhere right now.

-Where?

-To apologize to Louisa.

You said she was fat.

-No, you said she fat.

-No.

I said she was obese.

-Oh.

Obese.

-Al wants to say sorry.

-What?

-Al wants to apologize.

-Al wants to apologize.

-You're not fat.

-I am.

-Yeah, but it's only because you're, eh, pregnant.

-Al's not the father, is he?

-This is the name of an excellent therapist.

-You don't want it?

-No.

-Yes.