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-Martin.

Male speaker: It's all pretty straight forward.

-How does it feel?

-Good.

-Must bring back some memories, huh?

-Yes.

-I think I detect a note of excitement there.

It must have been hellish when you were hemophobia came on.

-Mm, it was.

-It could happen to the best of us.

And I guess it did.

People still talk about you.

They'd probably talk about you more if you'd written

something in the last five years.

-I thought you always said that those that publish the

most always have the least to say.

-That does sound like one of mine.

I hear Edith Montgomery is prowling

around call these days.

Is that right?

-Mm.

-First class mind.

My work with the lords select committee has taken me down

that way in a couple of weeks.

Be an opportunity for you and I to have some lunch.

-There are one or two restaurants that pass basic

hygiene standards.

You'll need to satisfy the chief executive, and the

appointments people, and me, for what it's worth.

But we'd be lucky to have you.

-Now remember, Mrs. Norton has kindly allowed us to look

around her farm.

And we are her?

All: Guests.

-Robots.

-That's right.

And this is not break time, so I expect everyone to be on

their best?

All: Behavior.

-Now find your partners and take their hands.

-Theo Wenn, do you want to stay behind in the classroom?

-No, miss.

Sorry, miss.

-Right then.

-Come along.

-Ah!

Hey.

Jim.

Jim Selkirk.

You treated me for impetigo a few months back.

Remember?

Well, it's all cleared up.

Look, just like you said it would.

Didn't get the chance to thank you.

-You're welcome.

-Hey you, uh, you down for the sheep trails as well then?

-No.

-No.

Probably not your thing.

Same as the wife.

She just doesn't see it at all.

-No.

-So I tell her, I say, come down onto the field.

See how Sheila...

Oh, that's my prize ewe.

Beautiful sheep, so she is.

See how Sheila reacts to them dogs.

It's amazing.

-Actually, I think that seat's reserved.

-What?

Oh, no.

No, I think I'm all right.

Oh, of course, you were reading.

I'm sorry.

Me and my big mouth, yap, yap, yapping away.

This...

This impetigo I had.

Is it likely to come back?

-It's possible.

Oh!

I'm glad that I bumped into you 'cause, can you hear that?

-No.

-Hm.

Mm.

It clicks sometimes when I do that.

-Well, don't do that then.

If you have a medical issue, make an appointment.

Come to the surgery.

-Oh, sure.

Yeah.

I mean, seeing as you were here, you know?

-I'm not at work.

-I'm only showing you my wrist.

-Appointment.

Jim:

-Sunny, Ruby, Charlie, Polly, Arthur, Madison, and Greg.

Theo Wenn, you get out here right now.

Thank you.

-I had no idea there was going to be so many.

-They're just a bit overexcited.

I really appreciate you letting us do this.

-Oh, I enjoy it.

Maybe we could make it a regular thing, school trips.

I'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement.

What, money you mean?

-Not a lot.

But well, every little helps.

-Well, we just don't have any.

I mean, I would if I could, but there's

nothing in the budget.

Ok.

So, can anyone tell me why it's so important that we

support our local farmers?

-I've never seen a dead body before.

I'm not really sure what to do.

I missed that day of training.

-I think it's best we get a move on.

-But he's, you know, dead.

-It's not a condition that's going to change the

longer we stop here.

-Well, maybe we should say something.

-Well, he wouldn't hear.

-Probably gone to a better place.

-Well, at least one of us has.

Come on.

-When I was your age, I was fascinated by

the way a farm works.

And life isn't all space invaders and

super Mario you know.

-Miss Glasson?

-Yeah?

-Can I just take Nellie to the toilet?

-It's up the stairs.

-Ah.

-Right.

Any questions?

Oh, come on.

Somebody must have a question.

Right...

-Theo Wenn, you get back there right now.

Joan: These are runner beans.

Has anybody ever had a runner bean?

No?

Joan: Remember those long green thin things

your mom gives you?

Joan: Great.

Well now, does anybody know anything...

Now what about peas?

Now, you all...

Joan: Yes.

Now, can anybody see any of them in the garden?

No.

Oh, god.

-You!

Boy!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You come right out of there now.

You leave those chickens alone, do you hear me?

What do you think you're doing with my chickens?

-You little so-and-so.

No!

-Get in there.

Gone.

Someone help!

Ah!

Ah!

Let me out!

Help me!

Open the door!

Let me out!

-Joan?

Theo: Open the door!

-It's Ok.

It's Ok.

You're all right.

-That little bugger tried to kick my chickens.

-Oh, so you locked him in a Coop?

-You're all right now, Theo.

You're going to be fine.

-He's got to learn that you can't behave that.

-Theo?

Can you hear me?

-Oh, for heaven's sake, Louisa.

The boy's just playacting.

-Well, I think it's more than that.

Right.

I'm calling Martin.

-Is that necessary?

-I suppose it reminds you how precious life is.

You know.

Live each moment to the last.

Carpe Diem.

Hakuna matata.

-Well, this man celebrated his precious life by eating junk

food and giving himself a heart attack.

-Louisa?

Louisa: Yes.

Something's happened.

-To the baby?

Louisa: No.

H... he can't breathe.

He's gone...

-calm down.

Speak normally.

-It's Theo Wenn.

He's a child in my class.

We're up at Joan's farm, and he's having

some sort of an attack.

-Hold the phone where I can hear his breathing.

-Sounds like he's hyperventilating.

Possibly a panic attack.

That's when the lack of oxygen compared to the carbon dioxide

in his blood...

-well, don't explain why.

Just tell me what to do.

Martin: Have him breathe into a paper bag for a

minute or two.

That should raise his carbon dioxide level.

-Paper bag.

Martin: It's common.

It's nothing to worry about.

If his breathing doesn't improve, call me back.

-Martin, there's a young child in my care lying on the

ground, barely able to breathe.

How quickly are you going to be here?

Joan: Louisa...

Louisa: Please don't.

Don't say anything.

Joan: I know you're angry.

-No, I'm not angry, Joan.

That is not even close.

What you did today, what you did to that poor boy, anger is

too small to cover it.

-Has his condition improved?

-A little.

Yes.

-As I said on the telephone, probably just a panic attack.

He'd have never have gotten to that state in the first place.

-He could have seriously hurt my birds.

-That doesn't justify locking him in a chicken Coop.

-Well, somebody's got to teach him that that sort of behavior

is totally unacceptable.

-By doing something even more unacceptable?

-Well, clearly there was a discipline issue.

But perhaps a chicken Coop isn't the

best place for a child.

Either way, having a pregnant woman and a pensioner arguing

in front of him isn't going to make him feel any better.

-Children need discipline.

I just wanted to teach...

Didn't mean this to happen.

-Well, I was locked in a cupboard under the stairs all

the time as a child.

It didn't affect me.

Um, you can take him home.

Make sure he gets plenty of rest.

Auntie Joan, if you need me, give me a call.

Out of my way.

Get out.

Get... get out.

-We're going to go back to school now come this way.

-Were you expecting me?

-Oh, yeah.

I was just preparing my evening meal.

Come in.

-Thank you.

So, London went lovely.

-Why do you say that?

-You always prepared something exotic when you

were in a good mood.

Which was rare.

That could be why I remember.

-London was fine.

Yes.

-And the thorny issue of your hemophobia?

-I told Robert it wasn't an issue.

-Well, that's not exactly true, is it?

You couldn't even hold a bag of blood without passing out.

If anything, your problem's increasing the closer you get

to leaving.

-Are you saying that my subconscious

doesn't want me to leave?

-Wouldn't that be disturbing?

-Highly improbable.

-Just look at that card I gave you.

-Yes.

-You know, Dr. Milligan is brilliant.

His paper on therapeutic approaches to social

retardation is the best I've seen.

In fact, I spoke to him about you.

-Did you?

-Yes.

Why don't we call and make an appointment?

Cut to the chase.

-There's no need.

I've made an appointment.

I'm seeing him tomorrow.

-I'm impressed.

Well done, ellingham.

You're finally finding your feet.

Enjoy your Sushi.

Bloodless, of course.

-Would you like to join me?

There's plenty of fish.

-Thank you.

But I've eaten.

Maybe some other time.

-Of course I knew it was going to happen.

-You knew she'd lock someone in a chicken Coop?

-Well, I knew that something would happen with her in the

house by herself all isolated.

I mean, that's how folks go bobbing.

It's a wind on the moors that drives them crazy.

-You better hope those doors are locked in case she comes

at you with a carving knife.

-Carry on.

Please.

Don't mind me.

-Oh, we didn't mean no offense, Joan.

-Yes, you did.

You just didn't mean me to hear.

-Oh, yes.

And that too.

-Mrs. Selkirk, I heard about Jim.

I'm so sorry.

How are you doing?

-I'm doing my best.

-I could pop by later when I finish my deliveries.

-Oh, yes.

Yes.

-Well, uh, you were with our Jim when he died.

-Yes.

-Was it peaceful?

-Yes.

I think you could say it was relatively

peaceful at the end.

We started going out together when I were 13.

He looked like Donovan.

-I see.

-Except he had eczema.

-What do you want?

-Oh!

Well, i...

I thought you could...

-anything medical?

-I've got a touch of arthritis.

-Are you taking anything for it?

-Got a spray from the chemist.

-Good.

-In 1492, Christopher Columbus set sail.

Now, does anyone know where he ended up?

The answer isn't on the desk, Theo.

Theo?

You might not find history interesting, Theo Wenn.

But when you're in my class, you will take active...

- Part in discussion.

-Dr. Ellingham.

-Yeah, yeah.

I know who you are.

Listen, doc, can I ask you a question?

My tan, right?

I went to Costa Rica on a hen weekend with the girls, and

it's starting to fade.

-I was called to see Theo Wenn.

-I was going to top it off with that sunbed place in

But my friend says it's dangerous or something.

-Yes.

Excessive exposure to ultraviolet rays increases the

risk of melanoma, or even basal cell carcinoma.

Didn't understand a word of that.

-It's bad.

Theo Wenn.

-Dr. Ellingham.

Took your time.

-I was only called 15 minutes ago.

-I suppose you and I have different definitions of

emergency then.

Until we decide where to reposition our business, we're

a little short of storage, so watch your step.

He was sick once at school, twice in the car.

-Oh, you're right.

I wouldn't have classed that as an emergency.

-I'm sorry, doctor.

Perhaps we should have just ignored our son's pain.

-Oh Theo, behave.

This is very inconvenient.

Especially as we have Portwenn sailing club

function this week.

Very important fundraiser for us actually.

You'll have noticed I've stopped sending you invites.

-I hadn't noticed you started.

-Four sent, no RSVP, nothing.

Dr. Sin, now there was a man who was happy to

mix with his peers.

I mean, if you want back in, I'd...

-I'd give it 24 hours to see if the virus passes through

his system.

Have him drink plenty of fluids and pick up some

electrolytes from the chemist.

-That's it?

-I'm presuming it's something he ate or something he picked

up at school.

-Or on a school trip at your aunt's farm.

-It could have come from any number of causes.

-Of which being imprisoned in a chicken

Coop is a likely one.

-If his condition doesn't improve by the morning, then

give me a call.

-Blech!

-Oh, god.

His highness' lunch.

-No.

No solids.

If he must eat something, just burnt toast.

No butter and no preservative.

-Burnt toast?

Oh, he's going to love that one.

-Just a second.

-We're going to need your medical opinion in writing.

-That won't be necessary.

-Our solicitor thinks otherwise.

-What do you need a solicitor for?

-Your aunt locked our son in a chicken Coop.

Now he's missing school.

We're going to have too hire a tutor.

There's going to be all manner of expenses.

And your aunt's going to have to pay.

Oh, there's no need to make it elaborate.

-I won't.

-I'm sure it won't come to anything.

-Juliet Wenn has instructed a solicitor.

You can't ignore the seriousness of the situation.

-The Wenns have been struggling for every penny

since Richard lost the boat business.

That's what all this bother is about.

And we both know I did not cause that boy's illness.

-No, we don't.

There's everything chance that you did.

-Oh, damn.

You're supposed to be supporting me.

-I am.

-I'm not an idiot, Martin.

I know how serious this could get.

But I cannot change what happened.

-You all right?

-If this keeps up, I shall end up like poor old Jim Selkirk.

-You have a much better diet than he did.

-We were neighbors fir years, and then suddenly...

Ah, I said I'd look in on her.

-Auntie Joan, you need to rest.

-No rest for the wicked, Marty.

-I'm here to see Dr. Milligan.

You're Dr. Milligan?

-That's right.

So Dr. Montgomery, Edith, has spoken to me a little about

the trouble you're having.

But I thought it would be a good idea if you

told me about it.

-All right.

-Just any general thoughts.

-I have an aversion to the sight of blood and the smell

of burning flesh.

-And how does that make you feel?

-I'm a surgeon.

It's extremely inconvenient.

-How does that affect you personally?

-It's inconvenient.

-I see.

-And Martin, what is it that you hope to get out of these

sessions with me?

-I would like the inconvenience to stop.

-Isn't being surgeon all about being in

control, the precision?

Wouldn't the worst thing for a surgeon be

to lose that control?

I wonder if it's not the fear of losing control that's

bringing about this crisis?

-Is that your theory, or Dr. Montgomery's?

-Does it matter?

-No.

It's psychoanalytical claptrap either way.

-Well, then it's her theory.

It would help me to understand if I knew more about what

you're faced with.

Could you imagine for me that you're in the operating

theatre performing some procedures.

Talk me through it step by step.

-Now?

-Yes, now.

It...

It might help you if you close your eyes.

What do you see?

-Nothing.

My eyes are closed.

-I mean, what would you see in an operating theater?

-I would see the operating theatre.

-And?

-You're uncomfortable doing this.

-You have a nasal whistle when you breathe.

It's distracting.

Probably caused by a perforated septum.

-I think you're derailing our session to avoid

dealing with the issue.

You won't get better if you won't engage with the problem.

At the end of the day, that's all that counts.

It doesn't make a difference to me.

I can sit here all day.

-I can't.

-Would it help you if I told you that you weren't running

from me, but from yourself?

-No, it wouldn't.

-All right.

We'll end the session there.

I'll be in touch.

-Really?

Has he lost any weight?

-No.

He looks exactly the same.

Don't you dear?

-First patient.

-Mrs. Selkirk needs to see you.

-Mm.

You got an actual medical complaint this time?

-Eh, maybe you better see her now.

-Hm.

Yeah.

Come through.

-Take a seat.

All right, Mrs. Selkirk, what's the problem?

-I don't know why I'm here.

I saw our Jim last night.

-You dreamt about your late husband?

-No.

No, I saw him in the kitchen.

-Right.

-And he told me to come and see you.

You go see that tosser, doc Martin.

So here we are.

-We?

-Yeah, me and Jim.

He's sitting over there.

-It has been documented that grief can generate visual and

auditory hallucinations.

-I think our Jim knows there's something wrong with me.

-All right.

That's not really a sufficient reason to suspect you have a

medical complaint though, is it?

-Doctor, they can see things that we can't.

-I can't base my diagnosis on the opinion of a... a

hallucination.

Now I doubt if you've had much sleep since your husband died.

-Well...

-right, well, get some rest then.

Richard: Claire!

Claire!

Sorry.

Sorry.

Claire usually answers the door.

-Yes, can't be easy.

-It's all right, Richard.

I'll deal with it.

-Oh, no.

I'm perfectly capable...

-i said I'll handle it.

-I was called to attend your son.

Is he still vomiting?

-He's getting worse.

He can't keep anything down.

-Louisa?

-We've asked Louisa to come by because we're going to need

her statement regarding the incident.

-Eh, you asked me to drop these off.

You never mentioned anything about that.

-I take it you're still

intending to engage a solicitor.

-We've made a formal complaint to police about false

imprisonment.

-No.

He was only in there for five minutes or so.

-Five?

-Four minutes.

Three.

I don't really know.

I wasn't there.

-So it could've been longer?

-Is there any way we could speed this up?

It's just that we have guests arriving...

-do you have any abdominal pain?

-What's that?

-Does it hurt there?

Hm.

I need a stool sample.

-What is wrong with him?

-Impossible to say until the test results come back.

I'll preemptively treat it for campylobacter.

-I knew it.

It's the bird feces.

-Bird feces, yes.

But not necessarily from a chicken house.

-Ugh, no. It's probably that other time he was exposed to

bird feces.

You're just protecting your aunt.

-And where were you when all this was happening?

Standing there, cheering Mrs. Norton on?

-Toilet.

-I have no intention of protecting anyone.

My relation to Mrs. Norton has no bearing on my concern for

your child's health.

-Antibiotics.

Two in the morning, two in the evening.

Stool.

-Um, stool, um...

-oh, give to me.

You'll only mess it up.

-You know, Martin is a very, very good doctor.

-You're carrying his child, aren't you?

-I don't see what that's got to do with anything.

-Help me.

I was three seconds away from nearly throttling her.

-Yes, it would have been better if you

didn't speak at all.

Engaging them on the topic only made it worse.

-Well maybe you try defending your aunt then instead of

leaving it to me.

-I have to remain impartial.

-Impartial is fine.

Unemotional, not so good.

-It seems like you've got enough emotions buzzing around

for the pair of us right now.

-So you're saying I'm...

I'm being what then?

-Well, emotional.

Obviously.

It's a product of hormonal imbalance.

-Of course.

And much better to spend your time with people who don't

share any feelings at all.

-What do you mean?

-Well, why don't you complain about it to your

friend Edith then.

I'm sure she's the type that wouldn't let annoying things

like emotions get in the way.

-What's Edith got to do with it?

-I'm just saying that I'm glad that I'm hormonal, because

it's better than being cold, and prickly, and intimidating.

But if that's what makes you happy, then that's fine then.

Great.

Good for you.

-You're wearing odd shoes.

-Hmm?

Oh.

Shut up, Martin.

-Get down.

Down.

Oh!

That was supposed to last two days.

-Our Jim told me come back here.

-I don't suppose he bothered to explain why.

-No.

-Well, I thought not.

-You don't believe me, do you doctor?

-Well, I believe that you believe you're seeing him, and

I think that's connected to your grief, lack of sleep,

interrupted eating patterns.

-Oh no.

I've already had my five a day fruit and veg.

-Nevertheless, I don't really think you're in a fit state to

take care of yourself.

Mrs. Selkirk?

-I'm sorry doctor, but our Jim thinks I really

ought to see you.

-What's today's date?

-Thursday the 15th

-car, pencil, ambulance.

Repeat those three items.

-Car, pencil, ambulance.

-Oh, well, I'd still like the district nurse to keep an eye

on you.

-Oh no.

There's no need.

Joan's doing that.

-No, Joan's not quite up for that.

-Oh!

Never mind, then.

Come on, Jim.

Things to do.

-Sorry about this, but the Wenns have requested the long

arm of the law.

-It was an accident.

-Right.

How do you accidentally lock someone in a chicken Coop?

-No, I mean I didn't expect the boy to have a panic

attack, to get ill.

-You see, if it was down to me, you'd get a medal.

You see them.

Hooligans, running around the town causing havoc, no respect

for their elders, even less for the law.

-I can't believe this is happening to me.

I mean, I know I made a mistake, but I'm...

I'm not bad person.

It's just that sometimes things...

Well, things build up, get on top of you.

-Mm.

I'm not going to write that down because frankly, Mrs.

Norton, it makes you sound a little crazy.

-But they've already sent me a lawyer's

letter demanding money.

Please, tell me what I can do to make things better.

-Well, not locking children up in chicken coops would be an

excellent start.

Off the record, Mrs. Norton, I feel for you.

The Wenns' money problems are common knowledge.

Now I'm not saying they're exploiting this situation for

financial gain, but these no win, no fee lawyers, they're

like attack dogs.

They don't give up until they've tasted blood.

And then they just keep chewing until there's nothing

left but bones.

If I was you, I'd get a good lawyer.

You're going to need it.

-Get off of me.

Your blood pressure's raised.

-The Wenns are demanding money, Martin.

-Ignore them.

-If she does that, they'll sue.

She could end up with nothing.

-Well, if it comes to it, I'll help you with a solicitor.

-You see, I always find negotiation to be one of the

most potent tools in my armory.

That and pepper spray.

Anyway, it's good to talk.

-Shut up.

-Perhaps if I explain from my side.

-No, I wouldn't do that.

-This has all got out of hand.

I apologize for my part in what happened.

Couldn't we just put it all behind us?

-The fact is, our son is getting worse, and you're

responsible for that.

-And barging in here with your half-hearted apologies ain't

going to change it.

-And I am sorry.

I shouldn't have put your son in the chicken hut, but that

can't have made him ill.

-We're not going to let you wriggle out of this.

-It's probably best you go now, Mrs. Norton.

-And from now on, we prefer to

communicate through our solicitor.

Don't come 'round again.

We're not interested in your excuses.

-It's just the test came back.

It wasn't the chickens.

It's nothing to do with me.

-You sure about that?

-Yes, of course.

-Well, I'd like to see those results.

-We rang you half an hour ago.

-What's going on?

-I hear the test results are back.

Why wasn't I informed?

-I know it's your job to tell them, but I couldn't stand the

accusations.

-I need to see the boy.

Wait for me outside.

-There's, uh, no pancake day, no paragliding.

And absolutely no pets.

Switch the television off.

-We're at the last few minutes.

-I said, turn if off.

-Feeling worse?

-Yeah.

You're here.

-Shouldn't you be preparing the hors d'oeveres?

Oh!

-So what is wrong with him then?

-Doesn't seem to be responding to the antibiotics.

I don't think it is campylobacter.

-Yes, well, you're aunt's already told us that.

-Ah, yes.

-Do you know what it is, or don't you?

-No, not yet.

I'm going to switch him to a course of antiamoebic drugs.

-You're going to give my child more drugs, you don't even

know what's wrong with him?

-I don't have to treat him at all if you don't like it.

-Oh!

Mrs. Selkirk.

Oh, how are you doing?

-Better now.

I need some more of that spray for the knee.

-Ah, sorry it's just flaring up.

-And uh, do you have any of those what's-it drops?

I got a terrible sore eye.

-Could you please?

Let me get a word in edgewise.

-Well, I am.

-Oh no, dear.

Not you.

I'm sorry.

It's Jim.

I've already told you.

I got the dog food.

It's in the bag.

-Right.

I'll just get what you need, and you just wait here and

finish off your little conversation.

-I didn't mean to say that.

It just came out.

-Look, you lied to me.

-I had to.

I'm sorry, Martin.

-You have put me in an intolerable situation.

I had to.

They seemed hellbent on suing me for something I haven't

done.

-You don't know that.

What if the results come back, and it is your fault?

-I don't know.

-No, you don't.

You just lie and drag me into it.

-I can't lose the farm.

-I am a doctor.

I have to prioritize that boy's health.

-Are you sure you've got your priorities right?

We're family Martin.

That must mean something, even to you.

-You jeopardize my integrity, placed me in an impossible

situation, just to save face.

That's not my definition of family.

-Your definition of family isn't even in

the dictionary Martin.

-Good afternoon, doctor.

-I need some tinidazole.

400 mg.

-Tout suite

-of course you know this isn't to be used when breastfeeding,

or pregnant, and certainly not with alcohol.

-The patient's a 7-year-old boy.

-I have a case to discuss with you, doctor.

Mrs. Selkirk.

She came in for the topical arthritis preparation on her

knee, and her behavior was odd.

She was...

-i can't discuss a patient.

-It's upset me.

I don't like to see folks arguing.

Especially not with people who aren't there.

It's wrong.

She asked for eye drops, but only for one eye.

Don't you think that's interesting, doctor?

-No.

-If I can be so bold, I think we have a diagnosis.

Dime of Lyme.

-Good bye.

-Come back soon.

I'm always here for you.

-So, uh, someone sent you a Cd in the post.

A Dr. Milligan.

-Give it to me.

-Sorry you felt uncomfortable seeing me.

I hope this helps.

What's she like, then?

-Who?

-Dr. Milligan.

-He's a he.

-Oh.

I have about a thousand questions I'd like to ask you

at this point.

-Al used to do them, make me mixed tapes when we

started going out.

Of course, he's got awful taste in music.

Sweaty men screaming down a microphone.

Amoebiasis, Theo Wenn.

-Amoebiasis?

That's endemic in regions where they have inadequate

modern sanitation systems.

-Ah, well, that's not Al's fault since

Bert gave up plumbing.

Bet the Wenns will be pleased you cracked it.

-Probably invite you for lunch, the weirdos.

-All right.

Rearrange my next appointment.

-Joan?

No, I can't now.

-What?

Where are you?

Fine.

I'll be there immediately.

-The ambulance is on it's way, and I haven't moved her.

-What happened?

-Well, I don't know.

I just found her lying in the sheep pen.

-You didn't shut her in there, did you?

-No, I did not, Martin.

Back just around the corner.

-Oh go on, Martin.

-All right.

Shoo.

Get out of my way.

Come on.

Get, get, get.

Mrs. Selkirk?

God.

-Mrs. Selkirk?

-Sheila went for me.

-Who's Sheila?

-Jim's favorite.

She's over there.

She knocked me right over, and then stood on my elbow.

-Auntie Joan, would you hold that in place please?

All right.

Let me see this.

-Hey, were that from a tick bite?

-I get them all the time.

-They don't usually react like that.

-Mrs. Tishell said you were having problems with your eye.

-Martin?

-Have you had flu symptoms?

-I had a cold a while back.

-I think you might be suffering from Lyme disease.

If left untreated, it can lead to neurological impairment,

and in your case, hallucinations.

-No, I'm not having hallucinations.

-Yes, you are.

-Hang on... hang on.

Uh, Jim?

Yeah, yeah, yea.

I'm just about to ask.

Who's going to look after Sheila?

-Don't worry.

I'll make sure the sheep are taken care of.

-See, this is why he couldn't cross over to the other side.

He knew I was ill.

And when you wouldn't help, he got Sheila to butt me so that

you'd have to come.

-Absolute nonsense.

-Oof!

-Oh, Sheila!

-All right.

Um.

Auntie Joanie, you stay with Mrs. Selkirk 'til the

ambulance gets here.

I have to go and see the Wenn family.

You'll be pleased to know, the results came in.

You aren't responsible for that boy's illness.

-Oh, really?

They came through?

-It doesn't make what you did right.

Even if the nasty little boy did deserve it.

-Thank you, Martin.

-Jim says you did him proud, doc.

-Yes, I'm sure he does.

Ah!

They're busy.

-Have you had diarrhea since you came back from holiday?

-Everyone gets a bit of it on holiday, don't they?

Richard: Claire, we need the starters.

-Yeah!

Yeah!

-How long have you had it?

-Does it matter?

Look at me, dressed up like a penguin.

TV voice: Mom, I'm going to go to a sleepover.

TV voice: A sleepover?

Well, who are you going to go to a...

-What do you want?

-Well, you're obviously feeling better.

Your body must have reacted well with the drugs.

-Uh-uh.

I'm still ill.

I don't feel better, and I can't go back to school for

about a month.

So there.

-You're a nasty, ill-mannered little boy, aren't you?

No doubt you'll grow into a nasty, ill-mannered adult.

-I just saved your life.

Imagine if that had happened when there'd been nobody here

to hep you.

-You'd have died.

-Dr. Ellingham, welcome.

Do you know everyone?

-No.

-Doctor, did you finally manage to discern our son's

mystery illness?

-Yes.

I'd be careful with that unless you want to leave here

with an amoebic infection.

You wouldn't know it from his reputation, but the doctor

here has a wonderful sense of humor.

-No, I haven't.

The boy's suffering from amoebiasis, a disease which is

common in areas of poor sanitation and bad hygiene,

and where the Au pair doesn't wash her hands.

-I do have a name, you know.

-I suggest you pay a little more attention to your son's

well-beings and a little less time organizing dinner parties

to impress the village idiots and hiring solicitors.

Enjoy your meal.

Excuse me,.

-They got me bringing homework over.

-All right.

At least they care enough about that.

-No, I just they like ordering people around.

-Ah.

Be nice if they applied that discipline to...

Both: Their own boy.

-Exactly.

Well, sooner or later, they'll have to own up.

Have to take responsibility for their own child.

-Yes.

-Would you like me to take the homework in?

-No, I can manage.

Got the right shoes on.

-Yes.

Milligan's voice: So please, sit down.

Take a few deep breaths.

Close your eyes.

Imagine you're in theatre.

The patient is prepped, and the field sterile.

Try and remember how it felt to be there.

Try and recall every sense.

You walk towards the patient.

You pick up a scalpel.