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-Eight minutes late.

-Doctor, I'm so sorry.

I can't believe Joan's dead.

Right.

While I've got you, can I just say, those pills you gave me

last week made me ever so dizzy...

-no!

- And nauseous.

I was wondering if you could change my prescription?

-Go away!

-Hello.

-Hello.

-Condolences, that sort of thing.

-Yes.

-Your father's not here, of course?

Martin: No.

-Good.

-Um.

Can I introduce myself?

-Well, you'll have to.

He won't.

-I'm Louisa Glasson.

-Oh, yes.

You're the school teacher Joan kept on about.

I see you had the child.

I'm Ruth, Martin's aunt.

-Louisa, would you take her into the church?

-Yeah.

Yes, of course.

So you're Joan's sister.

-That's right.

I'm sure Martin's told you all about me.

-Oh, yes.

Yes, of course he has.

Don't lie, dear.

But if you must, do it with conviction.

-Poor old Joan.

That woman was everything to you.

-Thank you.

-Course, I saw it coming.

-What?

-Mrs Norton's myocardial infarction.

Signs are obvious to a pharmacist.

-You should have said something, then.

-Didn't like to.

Not my place.

-Glad she didn't suffer.

-Mm.

-Just once, I'd like to deal with something violent.

Something suspicious.

You know, murder, manslaughter.

I'd settle for a suicide.

-Well.

Fingers crossed then, eh?

-My condolences sir, at this difficult time.

You're late.

-Not really.

-We should have started 10 minutes ago.

-We got stuck behind some cows on the road.

-Well, you should have allowed for that.

Come on.

So we have six pall-bearers.

No, only five.

He can't lift heavy weights.

-Yes, I can!

Well, you shouldn't, unless you want the next funeral to

be yours.

-I could go number six.

-Oh, I'm not sure about that.

-Dad.

I can do it.

-Really, you...

-oh for god's sake.

-Let's just get my aunt into the church.

-Al, come through.

-Thought there'd be more flowers.

Don't know why.

Good turnout, though.

Joan'd be pleased.

Well, if she wasn't...

- dead, yes.

Yes.

Anyway.

Sorry, I'm no good at small talk.

My upbringing gifted me with a chronic case of social

awkwardness.

Middle child syndrome.

Distant mother, overbearing father, and a succession of

quasi-sexual encounters at a very young age.

Either alienate or overshare.

Just like now, in fact.

-Do you see much of Martin?

-Not much.

We speak on the phone at Christmas.

So, are you going to have another attempt at a wedding?

You're not the type.

-It's a little bit complicated.

-You Ok?

Yeah, I think.

-I tripped, sorry.

-Did you hurt yourself?

-I...

I don't think so

-get up then.

All right.

Time to be quiet.

Take it, please.

Are you sure you're Ok?

-Joan Norton died of a heart attack.

Cardiovascular disease causes more deaths in this country

than any other medical condition.

Joan was overweight, refused to exercise, and had a poor

diet.

-I'll, um, take him outside.

-Cardiovascular disease is caused by buildup of atheroma

in the walls of the arteries around the heart.

-Three zero two one from tango delta.

Receiving.

Three zero two one, receiving.

Tango delta, receiving.

Go ahead.

-A lolly shed its load on the 839.

Can you deal?

Over.

-Standby.

Standby.

[Ringtone sounds - "William tell overture"

-I'll call you back.

I'm in church.

No, it's a funeral.

-A good percentage of the people in this church are

clinically obese.

-Oh!

Oh, should I get some help?

I'm Ok, thanks.

It's my back.

I pulled a muscle.

Well, maybe you should got and see Martin.

I don't think he'd want to be disturbed, what with

everything...

No, no, I meant at the surgery.

See, he's...

He's here til Friday.

-Ahh!

-Uh, now look, I think I've got some paracetamol.

-I've already taken quite a few.

-Leave you to it, then.

-Sorry.

-Eating a healthy diet and keeping physically active not

only protects your heart, but reduces the risk of a stroke

or dementia.

That's all I have to say.

-Hymn number 13, "abide with me."

-Anyone drive a blue merc?

-So Pauline decided to give it a missing.

-Well, it's a bit of a drive from Bristol, and she couldn't

get the time off work.

-Well, didn't she tell the boss why she wanted it?

-I don't know the details, dad.

These people aren't going to serve themselves.

-I really don't see the point in this.

I'm going home.

-We've only just arrived.

-Everyone's so busy drinking their free wine, they wouldn't

notice if we were here or not.

-I think I'll stay for a little bit longer, if that's

all right with you.

-You all right?

-Yes.

-May I?

-Yeah.

-I never thought I'd be doing this with one of yours.

-Still no name?

-Not quite.

-You phoned imperial?

-Yes, I left a message for Robert.

-Will he mind if you stay?

-He's only got to find a locum for two weeks.

-Well, I'm very grateful.

And it means you get to keep Martin a little while longer.

Puts off the moment when you have to fend for yourself.

-I won't be "fending." I'll be fine.

Without Martin.

-Oh, of course.

I...

I didn't mean...

Food.

I'm starving.

-If you are staying for another fortnight, maybe we

should move into the surgery.

-Well, I sort of assumed that we would.

-Yeah, I suppose it does make sense for us to stay together

for the little time we've still got.

-Well, if you want to prolong that time, then you could

always come with me.

-Well, yeah, but there's my job.

-They have schools in London.

Small schools with children every bit as dim as the ones

you're used to.

-Can I, um, tempt you with anything?

-No, I was leaving.

-Then why don't you go?

-I think I will.

-Oh, al.

I'll have something.

-Bert large, proprietor.

-Ruth Ellingham, psychiatrist.

Do you think I could have a glass of water?

-Martin, can you join me for supper tonight?

I'm staying at the crab and lobster.

-No.

No, I'm moving back into the surgery.

That should take up most of the evening.

-Pity.

I'm leaving first thing in the morning.

-Um, actually, it might be a good idea if you hung on a

couple of days.

-There's a few formalities that need sorting out.

Oh.

I'll have to do some juggling.

-Did you know that Joan left you the farm?

-Oh!

That bloody woman.

And I only gave her slippers for Christmas.

She was determined to get me out of London.

-It's still an option?

-Not without Joan.

Thank you.

-Shoo!

Go!

Go away from here!

Go!

Go away!

-Get out!

Out!

You don't live here!

Go!

-Go away.

-So.

-Hm.

-I joined a forum for new mums.

Posted a question on the website.

Can I use this computer?

-Yes.

Louisa, you are aware that the Internet is populated with

self-professed experts?

You want some real medical advice, I think I could

probably help.

-You sure?

Ok doctor.

So when you're breastfeeding, do you have a problem getting

your baby to latch on to the left side?

-I'll take these upstairs.

-I've just fed him.

I burped him, changed him, cuddled him, jiggled him.

Nothing's working.

-Is he hot?

-He hasn't got a temperature.

He's fine.

Except he can't be.

-Sometimes babies just cry.

-Maybe I should get him a dummy to suck.

Maybe that'll help him sleep.

-No.

A dummy will increase the risk of an ear or stomach

infection, damage his teeth, and prevent normal speech

development.

-What time does the chemist open?

-A problem with your eyes?

-Just need some drops.

-Maybe you're not used to sea air.

Nothing quite like it.

-It irritates my eyes and makes my hair lank.

Ow!

-Bit yourself?

-It's just...

My tongue's sore.

-Are you Ok?

-It's nothing.

-It couldn't hurt to pop up and see your nephew.

Get it checked out.

-Good advice.

Duly noted.

Breathe in.

My leg keeps making noises as well.

Be quiet.

Clicking noises.

Shh!

-Stay there.

Male patient: It's only a repeat prescription.

Female patient: Dr Ellingham.

-Ellingham.

Is it an emergency?

Is it an actual emergency?

Call back at lunchtime.

Hello.

Female patient: Dr Ellingham!

I'm just...

Male patient: It should only take a minute.

Female patient: Waiting for my results!

Patient: Click click when I go upstairs,

click click when I go downstairs.

-Is there anything wrong with your hearing?

-It's clear as a bell.

-Stop talking then.

You have a mild respiratory infection.

I'll put you on a course of ampicillin.

The noise in your leg, does it hurt as well?

-No, it just clicks.

-Doc.

-Get out!

Take off your trousers.

-Well, can't I just roll them up a bit?

-I didn't say you could speak.

Lousia: Hello.

Hi there, sue.

No, it's Louisa.

Oh dear.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Um, I think he can see you on Thursday, 2 pm?

Yes.

Right.

Yeah.

I'll make a note of that.

Hope you feel better.

Ok.

Bye.

Well, someone's got to do it.

-Yes.

-Are you gonna look at my legs or not?

-Go through.

-Morning.

Chickens and young men.

Joan had quite a menagerie.

-Oy.

I'm al.

-Yes.

I saw you the wake yesterday.

Al of the restaurant large.

-A hey hey.

I thought I'd better take care of Joan's livestock til things

got sorted.

Ruth: Things are sorted.

Joan left the farm to me.

-She loved this place.

-Yes.

Now I have to tidy the poor thing away.

Well, I suppose I'll stay for a week or so, and then decide

what to do.

-Well, do you want me to carry on doing this, or...

-well, it doesn't look very difficult.

I'm sure I could throw food around as well as anyone.

-Well, the sheep'll need feeding.

-Oh.

Right.

How many of those?

-A dozen or so.

Depends if any got out in the night.

They'll need some water taken up there today.

And most of the veggies ready for digging, and, well, all

the fields could do with a topping.

-Right.

Hm.

Perhaps you'd better stay on after all.

-Hm.

-Thank you, doctor.

-No patients?

Well, Harry Pote said he'd be here by now, and I've got to...

-Is it too much for you?

-No.

No, I don't mind doing reception, you know, just til

you're gone.

-Back in a sec.

Oh, and nappy sacks.

Remind me.

-Dr Ellingham, I brought my son to see you.

-You're late again.

More cows on the road?

-No.

We had a sudden cremation.

-It wasn't like spontaneous combustion.

We had it booked in for tomorrow, but then...

-go through.

Not you, just the patient.

You stay here.

-But I'd like to know what's wrong with my son.

Then I suggest you speak to him after I've finished

examining him.

Go through.

Stay there.

Is your back still hurting?

-Yeah.

Quite a lot now.

-Take off your jacket and shirt.

Are you well generally?

Apart from your back?

-I'm Ok.

-Any night sweats or fatigue?

-I'm a bit tired, but then we've been busy lately.

Lot of dead people.

-Taking any medication?

-Just some paracetamol.

-Get on the scales.

You lost weight recently?

-No.

I've always been like this.

-Your shoulders are burnt.

-Oh, yeah, i...

I fell asleep on the beach.

-Get off the scales.

That side hurt more than the other?

-Don't think so.

Ow.

-All right.

Get dressed.

I'm gonna need a urine sample.

Did the pain start suddenly or develop gradually?

It was like I was stabbed.

-What were you doing at the time?

-Lifting weights in the gym.

Martin: How often do you go to the gym?

-Every other day or so.

-Why?

-I'm trying to get a six-pack.

Build up my muscle development.

-Ow!

-All right, don't make a fuss.

-Ahh!

-Come on, you can't possibly have hurt yourself.

-It's my leg!

-What have you done, twisted your ankle?

Something went "crack."

Owww!

-The hell's going on?

What have you done to my boy?

-He pushed me over.

-You tripped me up.

-Why is he screaming like that?

-I think he's fractured his tibia.

Um, I'll call an ambulance.

-No.

No. Don't bother.

I'll take him to the hospital myself.

-I think it would be much better if...

-just help me carry him out to the car.

-All right.

-And whatever you do, don't drop him.

-Oww!

-Mind your head.

-No.

You might as well throw that in there as well.

What's that, then?

That's our bank statement.

Have you seen our balance?

That's rubbish.

-Ooh.

Ahh.

That can't be right.

We've had punters every night.

-Well, they're not spending enough.

-Son, son, no need to panic.

When you've been around as long as I have, you come to

know a thing or two about business now, every problem

has a solution, and vice versa.

-That's all he does, night and day, just sits there

fiddling with it.

I can't make him stop.

You'd think those arms would fall off.

-I see.

-He's addicted.

-Those computer games ought to be outlawed.

-Is this, uh, really a medical complaint?

Don't...

Ellingham.

Hold.

-Would you rather be in bed?

-No, I'm fine, Martin.

I just nodded off for a moment.

-Speak to this person, please.

-Yes.

Thank you.

Hello, so sorry to keep you waiting.

Oh dear.

What day might you like to come in?

-Here!

Al!

Been doing some serious pondering.

-Is that why you went down to the crab, is it?

-Do my best ponder over a pack or two anyway.

It's a good thing I did.

I took a look at their menu.

They've gone all gastro.

-Gastro?

-Oh, you know.

Pan-fried, locally-sourced, served on a

bed of wilted rocket.

-Ugh.

-They hiked their prices up and all.

But don't worry, son.

I've got a plan.

-You've got a plan?

Oh, god.

-Hear me out, right.

They've gone up-marking, so we go down-marking

-how much lower can we get, dad?

-Well, there's no stopping us.

We do traditional pub grub.

Pie and peas.

Sausage and mash.

Chips with everything.

-And you really think that'll work?

-Son, son, son.

Leave it with me.

-Oh, hi Dr Ellingham.

-There's not hot water at the farm.

-Yeah, well, Joan was always having a

problem with that boiler.

-Like a bite to eat?

-No, thank you.

-We could rustle up a large plate of spaghetti carbonara.

Try and get it while you can.

We'll soon be headed down a whole new culinary Avenue.

-No.

So what do I do?

Is there a plumber in the village?

-Well, I can have a look at it for ya, tomorrow, when I come

and feed the animals.

-You?

-I used to be a plumber.

With my dad.

-Right then.

-Son, we've got responsibilities here, what

with the re-launch.

-Al's doing a few chores around the farm for me.

-Are you, now?

-Uh, well I'm-I'm just, uh, helping out.

-Do you feel threatened, Mr large?

-This psychiatry that you do.

You got one of those posh clinics?

You know, with the fish tanks, and the

cushions, and the couch?

-I assess the criminally insane at Broadmoor.

Always on the lookout for a personality disorder.

It's an occupational habit, sorry.

Do you think I could have a glass of tap water?

-Uh, w...

Uh, yes.

-At this restaurant, two things are always free...

Tap water and a smile.

-Yes.

-Come in.

Oh, it's you.

Shut the door.

How's your leg?

-Not good.

Gave me this envelope.

Said you wanna read the notes, see the x-rays.

-Did you bring your urine sample?

Harry: Oh, yeah.

Wasn't easy with these.

I made a right mess.

Had to wait for ages.

-You say that as if it was my fault.

-Because you pushed me over.

-I didn't push you over.

You got in my way.

A fracture like that's normally associated with

violent twisting or direct impact, neither of which is

applicable in your case.

I want you to go back to the hospital.

-Why?

-Because a perfectly healthy young man shouldn't break his

leg just because he takes a tumble.

There's blood in your urine.

You've probably got a kidney stone.

Back pain on one side.

You'll need an ultrasound scan.

And with the tibia cracking for no good reason, you'll

need a blood test, check your calcium levels.

And a bone density scan.

-Will it hurt?

-The scan?

No.

You pass a kidney stone, you'll know

all about it, though.

I'll prescribe you some painkillers.

They'll help, a little.

Drink plenty of water, about three liters a day.

-You act like this is just a chemists.

-Yeah, well, it is.

-No.

This is the first port of call for the sick

and needy of portwenn.

-Yeah.

Although, if there's something proper wrong with them, they

go and see the doctor.

-Dr Ellingham and I work very closely together.

He relies on me.

-Yeah, sounds wonderful.

-Oh, your first customer.

-Hello.

What seems to be the problem?

Well, see, I broke my leg.

-Oh, and how did that happen?

-Oh, you know, I was riding my motorbike fast,

daredevil-like.

-Really?

So a certain local doctor didn't fall on you?

-Dr Ellingham would never injure any of his patients.

-Well, he kind of did.

-I doubt that very much.

-So can I get these painkillers please?

Also, can I have some codliver oil as well?

-Only if you step back a bit.

Bit more.

Ok, now turn round.

And take down a bottle of mouthwash.

For your fish breath.

-Aunt Ruth.

You do realize that vegetables grow on your farm.

-If they leapt out of the ground and cleaned themselves,

I might be tempted to cook them.

-And are you going to stay?

-For the time being.

You know, Martin.

I never thought you'd do serious medicine again.

Makes me very proud.

-Aunt Ruth.

Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

I must be off.

-Do you want a glass of water?

-I get simply furious if I don't have my dinner on the

table by six.

-Do you have allergies?

-My shopping please, Martin.

Love to the family.

-Ok.

That will be 620 pounds, please.

Hey.

Hang on.

9 pounds and 80 pence.

Thank you.

-Ms. Glasson.

-Hi there.

How's the leg?

-Yeah, still broken.

-Hello, Morwenna.

I thought you got a job at the bakery?

-Yeah.

They gave me the sack.

Thing is, right, they said I was eating more than I was

selling, but i...

-sorry, I have to get back to the surgery.

Can I just get some nappies, please?

-Oh, run out?

Oh, you'll soon learn the ropes, I expect.

-Thought I had a spare packet, then I couldn't find them.

-Morwenna, nappies.

Come on, chop chop.

-Hello, master Ellingham!

-He's master Glasson, actually.

-That's right.

He never did get married to you mummy, did he?

-He's very tired.

-Do...

-Perhaps we could come up to London over

weekends to see you.

-Well, it's a long journey with a small child,

just for two days.

-That's true.

Still.

Be nice to see you.

-Well, if there's something he wants to do.

Um.

The flat's just round the corner

from the science museum.

Lousia: What's it like?

You've never been to the science museum?

-N...

No, the flat.

-Oh.

It's on the sixth floor.

It's about 900 square foot or thereabouts.

There's a, a balcony with a view of the, of the street.

It's very keen.

-Nice.

-Mm.

-Surgery.

Can I help you?

Mr Pote.

Calm down.

Now, what's wrong?

Ok.

Ok.

Well, it's only two weeks.

Male voice: I can't get a locum to fill in for

just a fortnight.

-Martin, there's an emergency.

-I'm on the phone.

-So am I. It's Neville Pote.

-I don't care who it is.

Male voice: Is this a bad time?

-No.

-He says his son's in agony.

-Why?

Male voice: I could call you back.

-Uh, no.

Hold the line, please.

-Harry's locked himself in the loo.

Neville doesn't know what's going on in there.

-Well, tell him to find out.

Male voice: You're busy, sir.

I'll be brief.

George Nelson's offered to cover your absence, but he's

not flying back from derby for anything less than two months.

How would that sit with you?

-Y... you want me to stay here til October?

Male voice: I would help me on me end.

But, obviously, it's your call.

-Apparently Harry's now lying on the bathroom floor

screaming like a baby.

I really think you should go and help.

Martin?

-Hello.

Mr Pote?

-What took you so long?

-What's the matter with your son?

-Something came out when he was having a wee.

-Well, do you mean he passed a kidney stone?

-You're the doctor.

You tell me.

Poor little boy.

-You keep the stone?

-Well, I just flushed it away.

-Brilliant.

Good god.

What on earth are you doing?

What on earth is he doing?

-Well, I just thought it might pep him up a bit.

I like to give him a, a blast on the sun lamps

every now and again.

For the vitamin d.

-Vitamin d?

-It'll make him stronger.

I...

I need him to lift the bodies and coffins, see?

-Oh, I see.

Never mind the risk of melanoma.

A short walk in the sun every day would give you all the

vitamin d you ever need.

You smell of fish.

-I take some COD liver oil every now and again.

-Oh, do you?

Is he taking anything else?

-He drinks some of them shakes.

-What shakes?

Neville: It's all good stuff.

It's all very healthy.

-Protein shakes?

How many of these is he having a day?

-He has one with every meal, and one before bed.

-Are you aware that excess protein consumption leads to

acidic blood?

-Th...

That sounds bad.

-Yes, that's bad!

To compensate for the acidity, the bones in your body release

calcium, which means that the bones become weak and brittle.

How many of these vitamin d tablets are you taking?

-Uh, two or three?

-Oh, for god's sake.

-Yeah, but they're vitamins.

They're good for you.

-Not if you take too many, they're not, you idiot.

-Hey!

-And you're a fool, too, for encouraging him.

-At least I never broke his leg.

-His leg broke because his bones are brittle.

They are brittle because of too many protein shakes, too

much time under a sun lamp, too many fish oil capsules,

and too much vitamin d... which also give you a kidney stone,

by the way.

Now, if you stop taking all this rubbish, and burning your

skin, you might just recover by the end of the year.

-I'm sorry.

I wasn't trying to...

I just...

I...

I just wanted to look good.

I never had a girlfriend, see, and...

Neville: Ah, don't worry, son.

You'll...

You'll get one soon.

You're a lovely boy.

Isn't he, doc?

-Oh, god.

-It's all right for you.

You've got a wife.

-We're not married.

-Well, I'll do me best, but you might be

looking at a new boiler.

-Can't you just hit the old one with a hammer?

My sister thought that low-fat diets only

happened to other people.

Uf.

Ugh.

Oh!

Oh!

-Arthritis?

Yeah.

My dad's got a touch of that.

-Just a severe case of clumsy.

-I once dropped a whole tray of glasses at the restaurant.

I...

You've cut yourself.

-Oh, damn.

-Let's have a look.

-It's fine.

It doesn't hurt.

-Yeah.

You should go and see the doc.

That might need stitches.

-I'm sorry.

No, that's just not possible.

Two seconds.

Because he doesn't make house calls unless it's an

emergency.

-Louisa?

-Friday?

10:30?

No.

No, you can't make two appointments in case you're

late for the first one.

Because well, it... it doesn't really work like that?

-Louisa.

-Fine.

Yes.

See you at 10:30.

Martin: Mrs crumbly's test results?

-They're on your desk.

-Well, I've looked.

Please don't do that in here.

-Uh, and where exactly do you suggest that I do it, Martin?

-Whereabouts on my desk?

-I don't remember every tiny little detail, Martin.

But they're definitely somewhere in that room.

-Oh I see.

So not necessarily on my desk, but definitely

somewhere in this room?

Excellent.

-You need help with your baby?

-Um, i...

I can manage, thanks.

-Well, I could be the nanny or something.

-Don't you already have a job?

-Eh, not anymore.

-Oh, what happened with Mrs. Tishell?

-Nothing.

But maybe it's because I called her a droopy cow.

-Louisa!

We've got a bit of a problem here, look.

-Oh, dear.

Ah, Martin.

Martin!

-Um.

Ah, come through.

-Jabbed myself with a piece of glass.

-Uh, come over to the sink.

I'll wash and disinfect it.

Ooh.

It's deep.

Does that hurt?

-No.

-I'll need to seal that.

Um, hold that tight and take a seat.

That didn't hurt?

-No.

-You can't feel that, can you?

-Oh, leave me alone, Martin.

-What exactly were you doing when you cut yourself?

-Just finish up.

I want to go.

Please.

Thank you.

-I'd like to do some tests after this.

-I don't have time.

-Oh, really?

Is there a chicken that needs feeding?

You're hiding something.

-I'm dying.

I found out six months ago.

I've got lupus.

Secondary systemic lupus.

-Your mother died of that.

-I'm sorry, Martin.

You just lost one aunt.

This is the last thing you need.

-What can I do to help?

-Just be there.

I know dying is the natural course of events.

But i...

Oh, please, can I have a tissue?

-You don't need one.

-Huh?

-You aren't producing tears.

What tests did your GP run?

-Eye irritation, muscle weakness, and butterfly rash

were on the symptom list for lupus last time I looked.

-Did you diagnose yourself?

-Yes.

-You do any blood tests?

-I didn't need to.

You're not the only doctor in the room, Martin.

-Stick your tongue out.

Is this rash permanent?

-Comes and goes.

-Any seizures or loss of balance?

-No.

-You have inflamed eyes, you're unable to produce

tears, and your mouth is dry.

Your body is attacking its moisture-producing glands.

I think you're wrong.

I don't think you have lupus.

-I think I do.

-Then I'll take some blood and run your anti-nuclear

antibodies.

You have Sjogren's syndrome.

It's easily treated.

Saline drops, saliva substitutes.

I'm sorry, aunt Ruth, but you're...

You're going to live.

Not indefinitely, obviously.

I'll write you a prescription, and I've got some saline drops

you can have.

-Martin!

Oh.

That's that, then.

-This house stinks.

Regurgitated breastmilk and...

-Ahoy.

Hello, boy.

Had to take Ruth to the doc's.

-She cut her finger.

-She Ok?

-Yeah.

-So, um, need a hand with anything?

-I...

I'll take him.

Thank you.

-Uh, Louisa.

Could I have a word please?

-Yes.

-Thank you.

-I'd really rather you didn't leave the reception

unattended.

-It wasn't unattended.

I was just upstairs.

-The reception is downstairs.

-Yes, I know where it is, Martin.

You're talking to me as if I'm a child.

Do you have a problem with how I'm doing the job?

-It's not a question of whether i, uh, have a problem.

-Right, no, no.

That was fine.

Then I shall quit.

-Louisa!

-Hmm?

-Could you take the baby, please?

-That's not our baby.

-A lot of my patients say they find a rural

environment very relaxing.

Course, they also like it as a place to hide the bodies.

Well, you'll have no trouble getting rid of that farm.

Everybody wants a house in the country these days.

-I'm keeping it.

Join me.

I think the silence might be just what I need

to finish my book.

Or for that matter, to start it.

-Well, you want me to carry on with the animals?

-Oh, by all means.

And you could help me do the place up.

There's rustic, and there's shambolic.

Is your daily rate exorbitant?

-Well, not when you consider I'm handy with the plumbing,

the carpentry, and the electrics.

-I could use a little help, here.

-Right then.

Cheers.

-Cheers.

-The most important thing is to make sure that patients

with appointments go first.

And then Dr. Ellingham gets their file when they go in.

-Seems a bit boring.

-Well, it's not.

Ok, it might be, but you said you needed work.

-Yeah, I do.

-So pay attention.

And ultimately, it's up to Martin whether you

get the job or not.

-Who's this?

-All right.

I'm morwenna.

-Morwenna Newcross.

I thought maybe she could be the new receptionist.

-Is she qualified?

-Mm, depends what you mean by qualified.

-I mean does she have training or experience?

Can she work a computer?

-I used to work in a bakery.

-Is that relevant?

-Dunno.

Just thought you might like to know.

I still get discounts on pastries.

-And she's a very quick learner.

And obviously you weren't very happy with me as the

receptionist.

-That doesn't mean I want just anyone off the street.

-I honestly think she would do a very good job.

-Really?

-Course.

And it's only for a few weeks.

-Um, uh, actually, no.

It's for two months, at Robert's request.

-Oh.

Well, I didn't know that.

-Yes.

I was just going to tell you.

-Is that good?

-Weeks, months, whatever.

Can I have the job or what?

-No, of course not.

-Leave it with me.

Female voice: I don't trust him anymore.

I think he's planning to do something to me.

-Do what I do!

Start the day with a strong brew!

-Shut up, and get out.

-Put that down now!

Sake!

What do you think I'm going to do?

Throw it at you and hope you swallow some?

-All right.

Not ideal, but we can work with it.