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-Morning.

Morning.

-Did it work?

-Well, he went off for a couple of minutes, then some

stupid farmer came past in a Land Rover and woke him up.

-Where's my brain?

I've gotta be at school in a couple of hours.

I'm never gonna make it.

Are you gonna be a good boy for your daddy this morning?

-You will be back by lunchtime, won't you?

-Like I said, Martin, I will try.

These school tours have a life or their own once parents

start poking around.

-Well, I have my first patient at 2:00.

-He'll need feeding before that.

Got a bottle in the fridge just in case.

-Don't you think it'd be better if you were on

hand for his feeds?

-That's why I express milk, so I don't always

have to be on hand.

Oh, steam spurted out of that, em...

-the wand?

-Yeah.

I think I broke your coffee thingy.

-What?

-Sorry.

-Tomorrow, I'm gonna put this place on the coronary map.

All those hungry fun runners, and I'm gonna be here with a

babs and the barbecue sauce.

Here.

Do you get it?

-Hot jogs.

Right.

-We're gonna clean up, boy.

Al: But that isn't the point of a fun run.

To raise money for charity, not to line your pockets.

-Never let an opportunity pass you by, boy.

And I'll tell you what else.

-Hm?

-Those do-gooders are gonna need a nice dinner in the

evening, so we do a slap-up meal and call it specials.

Charge a bit extra.

-You might have a bit of competition there, dad.

-Why?

-Seems Mark's got big plans for the fun day, too.

-It's fine where it is, but I need that to be

a door in the middle.

It needs tying back.

-Door in the middle?

-Well, go on, then.

-What's with the marquee?

-It's a beauty, isn't it?

-You've got a bloody nerve.

We said we wouldn't tread on each other's toes.

-Aye, and there'll be plenty of punters to go around.

-Well, not now you've put this monster up.

This is a violation of our agreement.

-Now, what's... what's an agreement?

It was more like a chat down at the pub.

Anyway, I've already shelled out.

-And I've already paid for 200 chicken Kievs.

-Look, I don't see why it's gotta be a problem.

I'll do the up market seafood, and you do...

What you usually do, all right?

-Hello, doc.

-Where are you trousers?

-Special dispensation from the super due to my role as

marshal of the fun run tomorrow.

-Oh.

Surgery doesn't open until this afternoon.

What do you want?

-What with you being the village's standard bearer for

health, I would be honored if you were act in

some official capacity.

-No.

-There's a warm up session today.

How would you feel about leading it?

-Have you checked whether the participants have a minimum

level of fitness?

-It's a fun run, doc.

-Sprains, tendinitis, dehydration, dislodged

testicle, cardiac arrest...

Sounds like a lot of fun.

-Well, you can still make a difference.

It's for the kiddies in Africa.

-Hello, Joe.

-Louisa.

-Sorry.

I'm going now.

We're low on nappies, so you might need to pop out again.

-Yes.

-Yeah.

I've got some somewhere.

I'll go to the cash point later.

Sorry.

-Not as sorry as those kiddies.

-How do I look?

You could say, oh, you look nice, Louisa.

-Yes, you always do.

-Thank you.

I'll be off then.

See you at 2:00.

-Yes.

-Dad.

Ha, I was looking for these.

-I'll be finished soon enough now.

-Well, I've got to get the primer on

Ruth's windows today.

-Two seconds, Ok, son.

-I can't help but notice but you've been up there almost

every day now.

-Well, there's... there's a lot to do.

-Right, and there's a lot to do here.

-Well, it's not like we can't use the extra cash, especially

with you offering deals like that.

-Mark plays dirty.

I want to show him he's not the only pig in the pen.

-Right.

Just trying to put us out of business, eh?

-Is doc free?

-I'm not to be disturbed unless there's a nasty case of

something unpronounceable.

I can get you in after 2:00.

-I'm sort of...

Need to see him right now.

-I will give him my winning smile and see what

happens for a fiver.

Martin: No, you won't.

Come back at 2:00.

-Oh, come on, doc, please.

Martin: Make an appointment.

-I...

I've...

I got this pain.

It's pretty serious.

-How do you know it's serious?

-Under the ribcage.

I'm in agony.

-All right, come in.

-Cheers, doc.

I won't forget this.

Martin: Have you had it before?

-No.

-Any reflux or ulcers?

-No.

-You eaten anything peculiar in the last day or so?

Any bowel problems?

-No and no.

-Are you taking any medication?

-Not really.

-Are you or aren't you?

-Just aspirin.

-How many aspirin?

-I don't know.

I guess quite a few.

-How many?

-Five or six since this morning.

-10 yesterday, maybe the same day before.

Martin: Well, you've almost certainly

aggravated the lining of your stomach.

If you keep taking aspirin at that rate, you'll pretty soon

be on your way to an overdose.

-Right.

Well... well, what you got for me, then, get

me back on the road.

-Stop taking all that aspirin, take an antacid to counteract

the effects.

With a bit of luck, you won't have done any lasting damage.

Why are you taking all that aspirin?

-Uh, I got this thing in my back.

Martin: A thing?

Take off your shirt.

-Joe Penhale's on the phone.

Apparently some bloke's collapsed at the warm up.

-All right, come back this afternoon.

-Wh...

-ellingham.

-Doc, we've got a man down here.

Top of the hell.

Probably not serious, though he did go white, and I think

he might have stopped breathing at one point.

-Is he conscious now?

-It's hard to tell with all the gasping noises.

-All right.

I'll be right there.

-I've ruled out dislodged testicle.

He wasn't happy, but, eh, that's one less thing to worry

about, eh, doc?

Out of the way,

please, the doc's coming.

- Shh! Be quiet!

Shh.

-All right, the doctor's here.

-All right.

You'll be all right.

-Hey, doc.

-Ah, Mr., em...

-monk.

-Did you lose consciousness?

-No.

Breathless.

Couldn't see properly.

-Keeled over like a drunken mackerel.

-When did you last have anything to drink?

-Em, cup of coffee this morning, a

few pints last night.

-Idiot, you've allowed yourself to become severely

dehydrated.

What made you think you were fit enough for

this sort of exercise?

-It's for the little kiddies.

-Mr. Monk has late onset diabetes.

He's also grossly unfit.

-Must have slipped through the net.

-Give him a sip of water every few minutes.

He'll be all right within the hour.

-Thanks, doc.

We did it again, eh?

Ok, folks.

Show's over.

-Oh, hello, doctor.

How may I be of service?

-Eh, nappies.

-Louisa went past earlier.

She looked ever so smart.

These working mothers have it all, don't they?

But someone has to pick up the slack, doctor.

And it is so often the man... a busy professional left holding

the baby on top of everything.

-Glycerine suppositories.

-Coming right up.

I'll put it on your account per usual?

-Yes, please.

Thank you.

-Large restaurant!

Best food in Portwenn!

Chips, beer.

Coupon.

Here, all right.

Large restaurant, two for one.

Hello, miss.

-Thanks.

-Two for one over here.

-Mm-mm.

-Go on.

Might cheer you up a bit.

-Stay there.

-Doc, please...

-no.

What are you doing?

Give him to me.

-He's lovely.

But just a little bit young to be left on his own, don't you

think?

-Who are you?

-I'm Eleanor, his grandmother.

And what's this one called?

-Does...

Does Louisa... is...

Is Louisa expecting you?

-Lou-Lou.

-What are you doing here?

-You invited me.

Louisa: No, I didn't.

I just wrote that I was having a baby five months ago.

-I know.

I know, but when your letter arrived, I was

about to go on hols.

You look like you need one, by the way.

And then things came up.

I'm sure you know how that is, Lou-Lou.

And you must be...

-yes.

-Well, it's been such a long time.

I suppose I should be annoyed at being made a grandmother.

I'm a little bit young for that, don't you think?

-Well, biologically speaking, you're exactly the right age...

57, 58.

-Yeah.

Round there.

-Is that your suitcase?

-How long are you planning on staying, mother?

-For as long as I'm needed.

-Ah, god.

-Probably think I'm heading to a crime scene, but it's not

the case, unfortunately.

This lot's for marking the course for the fun run.

-Let me get this unloaded.

-Let me give you a hand.

-No, thanks.

-Your local police force is here to help.

Will you be wanting this in the cold store?

-It's all right.

I'll get that.

You get off.

-Not a problem.

-Thank you.

-Right, then.

-I'm supposed to be doing the fun run tomorrow, and I don't

want everyone there telling me that I stink,

laughing behind my back.

I'm surprised you can get that close.

Everyone else in the village seems to keep their distance.

-It's not by choice.

It's my job.

-They call me fishy.

Fishy Finbar.

Finbar the fish f...

Sorry.

I just want you to stop smelling like something I

landed a week ago.

-When did you first become aware of your smell?

-Just before I left school.

I couldn't do gym.

They wouldn't let me in the changing rooms.

I came to see Dr. Sim, but he said it was just because I

helped my dad out on his boat.

He said it was my fault and that I should change my

clothes a bit more often.

-What, that was it?

Thing is my dad smells of fish as well, though it comes off

when he has a bath.

With me, it never gets better.

-Do you eat cheese?

-What?

-Cheese.

Do you eat it?

Does it accelerate your pulse rate?

Make your hear flutter?

-It makes me feel a bit weird, yeah.

-Hm.

I'd need a urine sample to confirm, but I'm pretty sure

it's trimethylaminuria.

-What?

-It's a very rare condition.

Your body is unable to process a chemical called thyronine so

it comes out from the sweat glands.

Unfortunately for you, it smells like rotten fish.

Finbar: Oh.

So...

Well, what can you do to help me?

-Um, I can advise you on your diet so as to minimize the

impact of your odor.

Apart from that, nothing.

-But I've definitely got something?

It's trimely...

-trimethylaminura.

-So really, I'm quite special.

-Well, in that you smell like rotten fish, yes.

-But it's not my fault.

I have a rare condition.

Nice one, doc.

-Yes.

Well.

Has your mother left?

-Nope, she's gone for a walk.

She thinks she can just swarm back into my life.

Well, she'll find it's not quite as easy as that.

-Yes, I can see that.

-I've managed perfectly went on my own and all these years,

and I don't need her interfering now.

-But you, uh, wrote to her about the baby.

-Well, yes, of course I did.

-So you must have wanted her to have some sort of

involvement with him?

-I don't know.

It wasn't a rational thing, Martin.

-No.

-I got six cases of fresh fish staring at me.

Yeah, of course I can pay you.

Yeah, Ok, fine.

God.

Yeah, I'm a bit busy now, Bert.

What do you want?

-Well, for a start, you can stop trying to undercut me

with your free wine offer.

-Hey you've got your two for one nights.

Let's call it even.

-First, there was the marquee shenanigans.

Now, there's this.

You want to move into the big leagues, that's fine.

But you're not doing it on the shoulders

of the little people.

-Two words for you, Bert... Free market.

It's called running a business.

-No, it's not.

It's called warfare.

And you, my boy, have taken on the wrong general.

-Look, you're overreacting.

-I know a cheat when I see one.

And I'm looking at one right now.

-Well, I've put a new fuse in, but the

whole place needs rewiring.

Which will last longer, me or the wiring?

-Neither, if the electric shorts and the whole place

burns down.

-I'll chance it.

-Well, I might need to put some time in at the

restaurant.

Tomorrow...

It's just a one-off, but dad has been complaining I spend

too much time here.

I'm...

I think he misses me a bit.

-Or he misses your free labor.

Al: Well...

Hey!

Dog!

-No!

You couldn't just take him up to Martin's when you go, could

you?

-I'm sure the dog would love that.

-I pay your wages, you know.

-Yeah, but you don't pay me danger money.

-Next patient.

-God.

Back's got a bit worse since this morning.

I need something that'll knock the pain off, doc.

-Untuck your shirt.

-Oh.

-Where does it hurt?

-Oh, it's...

Low.

Feels...

Feels like...

-any pain in your buttocks, in your legs?

Bend one leg.

No.

Like this.

And the other one.

-You been lifting anything heavy?

-Oh, in my line of work, just all the time.

-Yes, you've probably strained a muscle.

Take some time off work and give it a rest.

-I can't do that, doc.

Busy day tomorrow.

A lot riding on this fun day.

I'll prescribe you some anti-inflammatory.

Stop scratching.

-Ah, sorry.

Yeah, that's great, doc.

-You have a skin irritation?

-Oh, it's... it's heat rash.

You know, it gets hot in the kitchen.

-How do you know it's heat rash?

Take a seat.

-Yeah, it's nothing.

I'll be the judge of that.

-No.

Martin: Stop it!

If you do have something infectious, you could be

passing it on to your customers!

-It's a heat rash.

Martin: Mr. Bridge!

I haven't finished!

Ass!

-Martin.

-Next.

-Who wants to give it a go, then?

-I'd forgotten what it was like here.

I can see myself staying a while.

-You've got a nice place.

-Yeah.

-Big.

There's a room for you at the crab and lobster.

Just called.

-Oh.

Did you tell them I am a vegetarian.

They'll be able to work that out for themselves.

Eleanor: Well, I'll go and get my case, then.

We can walk there together.

-Yeah.

-Do you need a hand with that?

-Yeah, that'll be five ago.

-You look knackered.

Baby keeping you up all night?

Or is it doc Martin, you old tosser.

-We were all like that once, weren't we?

-I wasn't.

-Well, I was.

-Martin and I are moving at half term to London.

I was gonna let you know, but...

-uh-huh.

City girl, are we now?

-I guess I'm gonna be, yeah.

-I arrive and you leave.

Not exactly a welcome home party, is it?

-I...

I can't believe you just said that.

-I came back here for you.

-Took seven years, but yeah, you rushed right back.

-It was your decision not to come to stay, Louisa.

It was your choice not to live with me.

-Mum, I was 11 years old.

You were practically a stranger by then.

-Sometimes you have to listen to your heart, love.

-Or Javier, in your case.

-He died, last march.

-Oh, dear.

I...

I'm sorry.

-You really do look tired, Lou-Lou.

That Martin isn't one for shipping in is he?

-Martin is busy, you know?

He's got a lot of responsibilities.

-What you need's a pick me up, little Spanish

sunshine in a bottle.

It's herbal.

Works wonders on me.

-No, thank you.

-Wait.

Have you got any avocado oil?

-This is a pharmacy, not a voodoo store, Eleanor.

-Sally.

I didn't recognize you.

The sea is really harsh on the skin, isn't it?

-And you're back.

-Yeah.

For Lou-Lou, you know.

-Yes, well, that will be a nice change for Louisa.

-Not before a time, thank god.

Poor thing's swamped.

And that man of hers...

Total waste of space.

-Dr. Ellingham is one of the finest human

beings I have ever met.

-Wow.

Don't suppose you meet that many.

Never really heard the call of the wild, did you?

-Oh, I heard the call.

I just chose not to listen.

Leave that to the likes of you.

-Life's adventurous.

-That wasn't quite the word I had in mind.

-Some of us have to travel.

Some of us are happy to stay where we are in the back of

beyond, running a little shop which doesn't even stock

avocado oil.

Is there anywhere in the village a bit more

Cosmopolitan?

-Well, if there this, I'm sure you'll find it.

-It just don't add up.

-What's that then?

-Well, I mean, Mark is gonna give away all this free wine.

How can he be turning a profit?

Numbers don't lie.

-How'd you get that figure?

-Well, numbers munching.

-Hm?

-He's up to something, I just can smell it.

-Well, don't you think you're taking this a

bit too far, dad?

I mean, you just declared war on his pub in public.

You're gonna get a name for yourself.

-What are you doing back, anyway?

-Well, I came to help you set up some stuff, didn't I?

-Her majesty Ok with that, is she?

-Why don't we go to sleep now?

It's getting late.

Please.

You must be getting tired.

-Hello, you two.

-What are you doing?

You can't just walk in here.

-I was at the pub in my room and I suddenly thought, I

really want to see my little grandson.

-Yeah, but he's a bit upset at the moment.

-Can I?

-No, it's Ok.

He'll be asleep soon.

-Don't you want a break?

-Well, yeah.

I do, but...

-I'd really like to.

I want to bond with my grandchild.

-Sure.

-Get me a bottle, and I'll take him

upstairs and get him off.

Have a break, Lou-Lou.

Get yourself a bit to eat.

Come on now.

-I don't think I can take another sleepless night.

Why does he sleep so well in the day but

then never at night?

-Well, if you remember I think I told you that your

comforting on demand would lead to

interrupted sleeping patterns.

-Don't go there, Martin.

Is there a problem?

-No.

It's fine.

I'll get some fish tomorrow.

-Listen.

He's stopped crying.

-Perhaps I should check on him.

-Martin, she's my mother.

I'll be the one that doesn't trust her.

-He just needed his grandma.

Joe: Attention all.

Welcome...

Attention!

Welcome to the first annual Portwenn fun run!

-Please use the designated route, which I've clearly

marked with bars and stakes, except for the section where

I've drawn little arrows on the road.

Please follow these accordingly.

But not the ones I've crossed out.

Right.

-Dad?

Business is horrible enough without you making enemies.

So you go see Mark, and you tell him you didn't mean it.

-But I just know he's up to something dodgy.

-But you don't know that.

And we'll already be struggling for customers.

I mean, look at all these nutters.

-Maybe I did lose my rag a bit, eh?

-Well, it takes a strong man to apologize.

So you go down there and you see him.

-Right, there we are.

Ok then.

Ladies and gentlemen, rabbits and whatever, on

your marks, get set...

-And off we go.

All right, you've got it.

-Morning, sweetheart.

You look rested.

Or have you just piled up a slap?

-Baby slept through.

-Told you he would.

Where are you two off to today?

-Showing prospective parents around the school, and

babysitter has just canceled, so I'm a bit late.

-Let me watch him.

-No, it's fine.

I...

I can manage.

-He loves his grandma, don't you, snookums?

How long you gonna be there?

-Well, I'm only gonna be a couple of hours, and he's just

had a feed, so you're safe.

But he wakes, there are bottles in the fridge and the

back door's always open.

-Are you sure this is all right?

-Not a problem.

-Oh, and he likes the pink color.

-Dear, he can't tell the difference between you and

that traffic cone.

But it's sweet than you think he can.

-Oh, if you go to the toilet, don't just leave him out here.

You've got to take him in with you.

Yeah?

-Honey, the children!

Excuse me!

-Oh...

-no.

-Doctor...

-yes.

-Em, I have a proposition for you.

I want you to know I would be happy to do some babysitting.

-Well, that's in hand.

-Well, you only have to ask.

Martin: Mr. Bridge.

Careful!

Idiot.

-Tosser!

-Mr. Bridge.

-Jolly good time.

-It's a perfect time.

You walked out of my surgery and I haven't finished my

examination.

-In case you hadn't noticed, there's a few extra people in

the village today and they all want feeding.

-If you do not let me examine you, I will report you to the

environmental health officer.

-Stop being such a busybody.

-You obviously think you're infectious, or you wouldn't be

so evasive.

-Look, doc, let me do my job.

And I'll pop in first thing Monday morning, I promise.

-No.

Today, or I will take measures.

-All right.

All right.

-Where did you get him from?

-Where do you think?

From his mother.

If you don't mind my saying, she's having a tough time

taking care of him all by herself.

-She is not caring for all by herself.

I'm here.

What's that?

What are you doing?

-My tonic.

This herb's everywhere here.

You probably thought they were weeds.

-It stinks.

Eleanor: Ah, come here, boy.

Martin: No.

Get... get out.

It... it's not allowed in here.

-Oh, I don't think anyone's told him that.

Come on, then.

Martin: It's unhygienic.

And so are you now.

Wash before you touch the child.

-Oh, get you.

Don't think I need your advice about child raising,

thank you very much.

-Get out.

You.

-All right there.

Pint?

-I've come to see Mark.

Bartender: Oh, he's out back.

-Fetch him for me, would you?

-Yeah.

-Gotcha.

-Get rid of that.

It's not a cafe.

Lunch is over, anyway.

Where's Louisa's mother?

-Hello.

-All right.

Eleanor: I'm still here.

Haven't run off and left him.

You're a doctor.

Do you think she's had work done?

-Take your shoes off my bed, please.

-Hi.

What's the matter?

-Nothing.

Eleanor: He's fine.

He just needed a calming influence.

It's not very healthy having a mummy and daddy who are

stressed out all the time, is it?

-I don't think we are that stressed, mother.

Why are you checking him?

-It's unusual for an infant to change its sleep pattern.

-Let's wake him up and tell him, shall we?

Joe: Come on, you

stragglers.

Let's do it for the kiddies.

Pick those feet up.

Come on, Stanley, get a move on.

Be here all night.

Shift some of that weight.

If you get any heavier, the whole village'll

slip into the sea.

Stanley, that is a misdemeanor.

-Joe.

I need you to come with me.

-No can do, Bert.

A race marshal's work is never done until it's done.

-I have evidence of a smuggling operation.

-You're serious?

-Right here, under your nose.

-So where's this evidence?

-Patience, Joe.

Now, there is where I'd hide it.

-Stand back.

Of course.

Thank you.

-Duty-free contraband, not for resale.

And that's exactly what he's been doing.

-Legally speaking, it's just wine unless we

catch him in the act.

Bert: Oh, it's no problem, really.

Turn up tonight at his pub, order some of his overpriced

fish, and then when he starts serving

his dodgy wine, knicked.

-Arrested.

Speaking of which, we shouldn't be here.

I could have us for breaking and entering.

-Right.

It's him.

-Louisa.

Louisa.

-Shut up, Martin.

-Louisa!

-Shh!

Don't wake him.

-Smell that.

Alcohol.

-No.

She wouldn't do something like that.

-What else does it look like?

-Well, there has to be an explanation, doesn't there?

-I'll be off, then.

If ever you need a babysitter, you know where I am.

-Did you put something in this?

-A few drops of my tonic.

He loves it.

It's homeopathic, sort of.

Been taking it for years.

-What do you mean, sort of?

Comfrey, lavender, mint, bit of apple peel.

-Yeast.

The yeast in the apple skin turns the

plant sugars into alcohol.

-It's alcoholic.

-You have drugged our child.

-I think that's taking things a bit far, don't you?

-Haven't you noticed the effect it has on you?

I have.

-Never did you any harm.

-Just go, please.

Joe: Hello?

Hello?

Officer in need of assistance.

Bert: And some trousers.

-The important thing is to stay calm.

That's basic police training.

Can anybody hear me?

-No, no, no.

If he finds us, we'll never nail him.

-Can't stay here any longer.

The thing about hypothermia is it creeps up on you.

I could easily be dying and not be aware of the fact.

Mark!

We're stuck in your.

Mark: Who's there?

-PC Joe Penhale.

And a citizen.

-What are you doing in there?

I

Bert: Sort of wandered in here

by accident, Mark.

-You been...

You been snooping?

-No, no, we just, uh...

You think you could let us out and we can talk about?

-Before I do...

-Oh, my.

Is he breathing?

-He'll be all right, won't he?

-He's not showing any signs of discomfort.

-Just when I think she can't do anything

else to surprise me.

-Is she going to be staying for long?

-No.

Not after this.

I'm gonna go and talk to her.

It's always the same old story.

Ends with me being disappointed.

-I bought a fish.

-Thank you.

-Sorry, I've gotta take...

Ellingham?

Out of the way.

What's happened?

-He can't, doc.

Probably exhausted from hauling around all this

illegal duty-free.

-Any time's good for letting us out, doc.

-What happened, Mr. Bridge?

How long have you eyes been sensitive to light?

-I don't know, a couple of days.

You're not shutting me down.

-We caught you red-handed.

-Well, nearly.

He's got a pile of untaxed foreign goods in here.

-Perhaps I could treat the patient before you arrest him.

-Have you got this rash anywhere else on your body?

-My feet.

-Does it hurt when you pass urine?

-Yeah, a little bit.

-All right.

Em, I want to get you up onto those crates.

Do you think you could stand up?

Have you been abroad recently?

-Not for a couple of years.

Bert: Liar!

I've seen his Paris ticket.

-Have you been abroad recently?

-France, last month.

-On the ferry?

Did you have any stomach upsets while you were there?

-A couple of days, I felt fine after.

-Yes, you would have.

All your symptoms are related.

It's called Reiter's syndrome.

-What the hell's that?

-It's an autoimmune condition caused by the infection that

you picked up.

You'd have saved me an awful lot of time if you told me all

your symptoms when you first came in.

-How the hell'd I get that on a bloody booze cruise?

-This particular bacteria is most commonly found in third

world countries, but anywhere with poor hygiene will do.

Joe: Like France.

-Like a passenger ferry.

-Oh, you are gonna close me down, then?

-You're not infectious.

-Right, I'll get back to it, then.

-No, you won't.

You need immediate bed rest, a course of antibiotics and

plenty of fluids.

-Doc, I got the bag on my back.

If I don't turn my business round, I'm gonna lose it.

-I don't care about your business.

Your health is my concern.

Joe: Doc, if he's not a goner, do you think you

could let us out now, please?

Bert: Key's on the barrel, doc,

right under the stone.

-It's the fresh air you miss the most.

-Mr. Byrd, straight to bed.

-I can't.

I can't refreeze all that fish.

-Here, I might be able to help you out there as a fellow

businessman.

-There you are.

-That's his third plate.

I thought he'd eat like a sparrow, the

skinny little trickster.

-You should have promised the winner all he

could eat, didn't he?

-Oh, hell, Ruth.

You, uh, come for our fish and chips special?

-No, thank you.

None of the plugs are working in my upstairs rooms.

-Oh.

-Sounds like you've got a problem with your electricals.

-Well, yes.

And that's your cue to say I told you so.

-Well, I'm going easy on your until payday.

But I'll pop by tomorrow morning and have a

look for you, Ok?

-I'd like to take on full time as farm manager.

-Yeah?

Could be interesting.

-If you like that sort of thing.

-So I'd sort of oversee the farm as well as do the repairs

and the animals?

-Well, that's the idea.

Providing we have your blessing, of course, Bert.

-I mean, we could do with the extra, dad.

-No, no, no, no.

Up to you, my boy.

-Yeah?

-Good.

See you first thing.

-Yeah.

-Excuse me.

-I can do that, dad.

-No, no, I can handle this.

I'm sure you've got lots of things to do.

-Ha.

-Oh, don't... don't!

Stop!

Sit!

Out!

The invitation to dinner was for one.

-I didn't bring him.

You need a hand?

-Um, yes.

-Give it to me.

I meant the child.

-Oh.

-I don't mind them when they're not wailing,

which you did a lot.

Your father believed that a crying child was best left

alone in a room.

Solitary confinement.

-Thinking's changed since then.

Didn't do me any harm.

We're having fish.

Ruth: With chips?

-Couscous.

-Oh, yummy.

Martin: Out.

-When you were little, you'd always run after me and say

you were sorry.

-I'm not here to apologize.

-You threw me out your house.

-You gave my baby alcohol.

-Oh, is that such a hang in the fence?

It never used to be.

-You're never sorry for anything, are you?

-Not this again.

Lou-Lou...

-well, you show up and you just expect to pick up where

you left off.

-What do you want me to say?

-It's not about you or what you say, is it, anymore?

It...

No, you're right.

What's the point?

-Course I'm right.

Now, have a glass of wine, and we'll talk about something

else, Ok, Lou-Lou?

-Mum, I really would like you to leave.

-I didn't know it was alcohol.

-I understand you didn't mean any harm.

I just don't want you here.

-You'd have been more miserable with

me around, you know...

If I'd stayed.

-We'll never know, will we?

Eleanor: Maybe if I'd had my mum around, things

might have been different.

I felt so alone then, Lou-Lou.

Then I come here and I see you with your

baby, and I just wanted...

We've missed out on so much already, haven't we?

I'm sorry, Lou-Lou.

I'm sorry for everything.

-Don't tell Martin.

-No, no.

Course not.

Surgery is now in session.

What medical complaint do you have?

-What?

-What? "What" isn't a medical complaint.

Stop wasting my time.

Get out.

Out, out, out.

-Unless you let me give you this

injection, I will fire you.

That'll do.