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Morning, doc.

Got some fresh COD, whiting,

bass, dabs, conger, dogfish, coalfish.

Just COD.

Fresh COD it is, then, doc.

Let me see, now.

Not the whole fish, just a half-fillet.

Right.

Of course.

Yes.

No shame in cooking for one.

At least you're still shaving. That's a good sign.

Most men get to your age... Nobody in their lives...

Throw in the towel.

Hygiene's always the first to go,

like they think, "nobody cares about me.

I might as well sit 'round all day in my y-fronts."

Tragic... That's what it is, doc.

You just hang on in there. What's for you won't go by you.

Anything else?

No.

"Martin."

Martin.

Martin.

Oh!

Hello, love!

Clive!

Wha... you're not due back till the 11th.

Well, it is the 11th.

Oh.

You're a sight for sore eyes, Sal.

What... oh, Clive!

No, no, no! Well, no!

Look, uh... ohh.

Um, well, i-i-I'll just put these flowers in water.

Ho, just wait a second, Sal.

Hmm?

There's something I want to say. There's something I need to say.

I have decided to retire.

And you're to do the same.

What?!

No. I'm too young to retire.

And too beautiful to stay stuck behind the counter every day.

I want us to live, Sal, while we still can.

Well, I thought you'd be happy.

Well, uh, uh, it's just a-a surprise.

I mean, everything's a surprise.

Yeah.

Well, you think on about it.

Mm.

I got an appointment with the doctor now

for this damned arthritis,

so I'd best hobble on over there.

Well, you... you hurry up, then.

He's a busy man. Don't want to keep him waiting.

No.

Don't want to make things worse.

We're just worried about the photos.

Yeah, I mean, can't show anyone the honeymoon snaps with...

You know.

With this.

Look up.

Easy.

I'm a married man now, doc.

Can't have the wife getting jealous.

Have you being kissing more than usual?

Well, it is our honeymoon.

It's stubble rash. Avoid excessive kissing.

Well, what if we, um...

Can't?

You need to shave at least twice a day,

morning and afternoon,

to avoid exacerbating your wife's reaction.

Well, for better or worse, in sickness and in health.

I shall shave for you, milady,

as often as is necessary.

I had to send her home.

She was all shivering and shaking away.

Yes, but you should have checked with me first.

It's this flu bug that's going around.

Surprised you and me are still standing.

But we don't have a dinner lady now, do we?

So, what we gonna do tomorrow?

Don't worry. It's taken care of.

Really?

Yeah, yeah. I got someone to come cover.

- Who? - Bert large.

There wasn't anyone else?

Are you sure?

I asked around, but no.

Bert was the only one.

Mm.

These notes are a mess.

Yeah, well, the rig medic...

He gets a little, uh, distracted at times.

As far as I can make out,

it was the jolt from a fall that inflamed your hip,

leading you to feel the arthritis for the first time.

Is that right?

That's right, doc.

One moment, I'm on the tower, the next, I'm on the ground.

Mm. Take off your trousers and stand over there.

Do you know who else had arthritis?

Lucille ball.

Didn't stop her from pursuing her dreams, though.

When I first met my Sally,

I thought she was a dead ringer for her, a proper beauty.

Right.

Keep your left leg straight and bend your right knee.

Straighten the right and bend the left knee.

Hmm.

Your right calf is significantly thicker than the left.

- It's swollen. - Really?

I hadn't noticed it, myself.

Though it has been smarting since I took a tumble.

Aah!

Bloody hell, doc.

Give us a warning before you start the torture.

Shouldn't be that tender.

When you were in the infirmary on the rig,

did you take any exercise at all?

Well, they just told me to lie there and relax.

"Don't speak, Clive," they said.

"Don't exert yourself. Stay there."

How many days? Pull your trousers up.

10.

Why, what do you think it is?

Uh, there's a possibility it's a deep vein thrombosis brought on

by prolonged bed rest and not a fall.

You need to get to the hospital immediately, have it scanned.

If it is a clot, it could dislodge

and travel to one of your lungs, causing a pulmonary embolism.

I'm guessing that's not a good thing.

A clot could block one of the arteries feeding the lungs,

which would kill you instantly.

Bloody hell.

Not like you to abandon post.

Oh. Uh, no, no. I-I was just going back downstairs.

How was... Dr. Ellingham?

It might be bad news.

I need to go to the hospital for scans.

Do you ever get that feeling, Sal,

that one day you wake up and realize

how much of your life you've wasted,

how much you've let pass you by?

I do, yes.

Right.

I'll get the kettle on, then, shall I?

Louisa.

Uh, come in.

- How are you? - Well, okay.

I-I don't want to keep doing this,

but, um, I've got a bit of a problem again.

Um, I need you to look after James tomorrow.

Mum's still recovering from her operation,

and I can't take him into school with this flu thing

going around.

Um, right, and there's... There's nobody else?

Well, school's short-staffed,

everyone's dropping from this bug,

and I had thought leaving him with his father

was preferable to some stranger.

But I might be wrong about that, though.

Uh, no, it's fine.

It's just, I have consultations.

And you have Morwenna.

Well, it's not in her job description.

Martin, it's just for one day.

I'm gonna have to take the rest of the week off.

No. Tomorrow is fine.

Thank you.

Well, don't worry.

You're away in a couple of weeks.

It's not gonna be a regular feature.

You are gonna come and visit James, aren't you?

Yes.

I mean properly, every weekend?

'Cause I don't want him being messed around.

Every weekend would be difficult, but most, definitely.

And we still have his, um, christening to arrange.

All right, well, we'll see you tomorrow, then.

Good night.

Good night, James.

Yeah. Right. Bye, then.

Babysitting is not in my job description.

Yes, I know...

If I do this, can I get a raise?

- No. - Longer lunch?

Oh, come on.

Can you at least ask me with a smile?

Morwenna.

Ugh. Fine. Hand it over.

Thank you.

Act in haste. Repent at leisure.

A baby's not some fashion accessory for you young ones.

That's for life, that is.

You think this is mine?

Seriously? Look at the face.

I'd never have a baby like that.

No offense, like.

I brought my scans.

Oh, the doc's waiting for you.

Oh, well, that's nice.

For Clive.

You better stay here, Sal.

This might be bad news.

And if it is, I rather you heard it from my mouth

and not some doctor's.

As you can see, I was right... Deep vein thrombosis.

So, I could drop dead anytime?

Uh, not if you begin treatment, no.

Your notes say that you can't take warfarin,

so a better course would be a daily injection of heparin.

Can you lift up your shirt, please?

You need to inject yourself as close as possible to your navel.

Inject myself?

Every day.

I can't.

That'd be like stabbing myself in the belly.

No, it wouldn't.

- It would. - No, it wouldn't.

Mr. Tishell, this injection will stop your blood from clotting.

Maybe... Maybe Sal could do this.

She's a medical professional. Of sorts.

She could it every day.

What are you crying about?

All you do is laze around all day, eating and burping,

people waiting on you hand and foot.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You're a natural, Mrs. T.

Surprised you don't have one of your own.

I could if I wanted.

Well, yeah.

Bit late, though, now, isn't it?

Or not.

Sal!

The doc needs you to give me a daily injection of heparin,

whatever that is.

"Heparin" comes from the ancient Greek word "hepar,"

which means "liver."

Why have you got my baby?

Oh, James Henry was crying,

and I don't think Morwenna is qualified to look after him.

And a waiting room is hardly a suitable place for a baby...

Lots of patients coughing,

spluttering their germs everywhere.

Yes, I'm very aware of that, thank you.

And I would be more than happy to look after him for you, doc,

allow you to get on with your work in peace.

Right.

Good. Yes.

Um... I'll collect him at lunch?

Lunch?

Yes.

Uh, right, Sal.

Give it a go, then.

Mnh.

Mr. Tishell, would you?

If you... Here you go, little one.

That's right. There's a good boy.

Thank you.

Inject him as close as possible to the navel.

Good technique.

Thank you, doc.

Now, if you could just take it.

Thank you. Oh, hello, my sweetheart.

Right. That's it, then, Sal.

- Here you go. - Homeward bound.

Doc... you're a genius.

Yes, he is.

So, I will see you later, then, doctor.

Yes.

- Brown rice? Couscous? - Bert...

Whatever happened to liver and bacon, toad-in-the-hole,

the great British standards?

Our menu's organized in advance.

You're here to cook the food, not change the menu.

Mt. Everest, 1966 world cup, battle of Hastings.

You can bet those men weren't running on rabbit food.

Actually, a vegetarian diet

provides more than enough nutrition

for the average person.

Mum, what are you doing here?

What... are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Just getting a bit bored, you know,

lying at home, recuperating.

I thought I'd come and see my little girl at work.

Yeah. I'm just a bit busy right now.

Too busy for your old mum?

Well, I'm working.

And I have to check on a class.

I can wait!

Vegetable fried rice?

Come in.

Doc.

- I'm here about my eyes. - Yes, I can see that.

Think it might be a side effect

of that flu bug that's going around.

Do you have any flulike symptoms?

Not really.

It's not that, then.

Any sensitivity to bright light, blurred vision, ocular pain?

Yes, yes, and...

Not sure what the last one means.

But the pain bit sounds about right.

Hmm. It looks like iritis to me.

I'll prescribe you some drops.

You know, it's bloodshot in the other eye, as well?

That's right.

So why are you wearing a single eye patch

if both eyes are affected?

Well, come on, doc.

I'd look a bit stupid

wearing two eye patches, now, wouldn't I?

Be blind as a bat.

Yes.

Mnh.

Needs more salt.

Ooh, and put some basil in.

You're meant to be recuperating.

Maybe you should give your mouth a rest and all.

Louisa, tell this man to add some basil.

He won't listen to me.

You know the children will be here in half an hour.

Is everything ready?

I need two vital ingredients... Peace and quiet.

Ah. I heard you were putting a shift in here today.

- Hello, al. - Hi.

You need a hand?

Hello, boy. Everything's under control.

Well, you sure you can cook all this?

- That's just what he was saying. - Oh, thank you, al.

Mum, stop buzzing around them. It's not your job.

Let's leave them to it. Come on.

Couscous?

Not exactly sticking to the menu, son.

Improvisation is the key.

It's funny seeing you at work, laying down the law.

It's like you're a real teacher or something.

I am a real teacher.

Well, you know what I mean.

Like a proper teacher.

- Mum. - I know. I know.

Look, what I'm trying to say is, you know...

I'm proud of you.

And?

That's it.

No. There's always something else.

Oh, this place has made you paranoid.

I'm leaving portwenn.

And there we have it.

Just for a little while. I got a really good deal online.

So, when are you off?

- Later on today. - What?

I can't face winter in portwenn, Lulu.

It goes right through your bones.

Are you planning on coming back?

Yes! Fly south for the winter, back for the summer.

It's just that, with Martin leaving here as well,

I wanted to check it was okay.

I didn't want you feeling like everyone's deserting you.

I don't.

At least I didn't till you mentioned it.

No, it's fine.

It's gone beyond stubble rash.

Mm.

And I shaved like you told me... more...

Three, four times.

You have any allergies at all?

Nuts, but I've been very careful not to eat any.

And duck feathers, too, but...

- We brought our own pillows. - So it can't be that.

Any other changes in routine?

Different washing powder or cosmetics?

No, it's like Michael's always saying...

- I'm a creature of habit. - She's a creature of habit.

- She really is. - I am, you know.

We were so looking forward to taking photos,

showing all our friends.

What about you? You doing anything differently?

Well, we did try some new, uh...

Positions...

In the bedroom, if that's what you mean.

No, it isn't.

Are you using any different products?

Right. No. Uh, no, don't think so.

The free ones.

Oh, yeah, we've been using the little bottles that you get

in the place we rented, but, I mean, you do, don't you?

One of the perks of being away from home.

A lot of bathroom products contain nuts.

Your wife has a nut allergy.

You should check that.

Oh, my god, the shaving cream!

- Oh, I'm so sorry! - That's okay!

You can get some antihistamine tablets from the chemist.

If the symptoms persist...

We shan't be bothering you again.

- We're going home today. - Yeah. Honeymoon over.

Back to the grindstone!

You're lucky, you know, living in a place like this.

You're so, so lucky.

Yes!

- Found it. - Ohh!

God. Found what? Oh, dear.

Well, the perfect one.

We don't need a car.

Not a car... a mobile home.

Oh, why? You going somewhere?

No, not me, Sal... us.

This is our big chance. Out into the big, wide world.

Spend some proper time together. Visit places we've dreamt of.

Southend-on-sea.

Doncaster.

Peterborough.

I-I-I don't want to.

Why wouldn't you?

Look, I'll go scrub up and change,

and then we'll go out for lunch, have a nice chat.

I won't let this go, Sal.

Sometimes, in this life, if you want something...

You got to take it.

Oh.

Hello.

The doctor sent us to see you.

The doctor sent you t-to see me?

Oh, what, you're staying at the castle?

Yeah, yeah.

Had such a wonderful time.

You ever been?

No, no, never.

We were just telling the doctor how lovely it is.

Yeah, I'm genuinely jealous

of the couple that get to stay there next.

Mm.

Such a shame the honeymoon's over.

It doesn't have to be.

If you wish upon a star,

if you hope with all your heart,

if you believe in love,

the honeymoon can last forever.

Poetry... at the pharmacy.

I love this town.

And what a lovely baby.

Mm. It's his... the doctor's.

He wanted to leave him with me 'cause we're very close.

Uh, how much do we owe you?

No charge, no charge at all.

Really?

Uh, thank you.

That's... that's so kind of you.

No. Thank you.

Oh!

Ohh. What do you want?

Doc said I've got to have this.

No, we are closed for lunch.

No, you're not.

Oh, well, come on, then.

Got to make it quick.

Come on.

Take it away.

- Aah! - Wait!

What are you doing?!

- Are you all right? - You idiot!

Are you hurt?

No, but I can't see a thing, doc.

It's those eye drops you made me get.

They're a nightmare.

Let me see them.

No! This is pilocarpine!

You're meant to take atropine!

I just handed over the prescription at the chemist.

But they're opposites.

Atropine makes the pupils wider. Pilocarpine makes it smaller.

He's blinded himself.

I didn't hurt anyone, did I?

I'm going to the chemist. You'd better come with me.

Ugh!

- Doc. - It's all right.

Mind the door.

- What a lovely couple! - Tosser!

What's wrong?

It's closed.

It's vital I get my eyesight back asap.

More importantly, she has my child.

I told her I'd be back at lunch to pick him up.

I'd suggest she might have taken him for a walk,

but the buggy's still in here.

Very irresponsible of her, leaving a baby alone like that.

Says the policeman

who just drove his car over the Harbor wall.

Mrs. Tishell!

Step back, doc.

- What? - This one's on me.

Ow.

Out of the way.

Mrs. Tishell!

What's the bloody noise for?

Where's your wife?

Look at that door.

Who's gonna pay for that?

Is your wife upstairs?

I was in the bath.

Out of the way.

Mrs. Tishell!

I found these upstairs... Paroxetine and modafinil.

Oh, that's worrying.

Yes, it is... very.

Paroxetine is used to treat social anxiety,

and modafinil has sometimes been marketed

as an intelligence drug, but taken together...

So, basically, there's a drugged-up lunatic

on the run with your baby.

When did you last see your wife?

About 15, 20 minutes ago.

Did she have my baby with her?

Yeah, she did.

Martin, she left a note.

"Dear Martin, I got your message.

I will meet you at the castle."

I think you had better tell me what's been going on here, doc.

- What do you mean? - My Sal.

She's an attractive woman,

alone here, while I'm away on the rigs.

Don't be ridiculous!

- Did you send her a message? - Of course I didn't.

- What's the castle? - I don't know.

Maybe she means the castle.

What?

The castle hotel... Most folk call it "the castle."

Where is it?

I know the way.

Martin, you can't just go charging off

without telling Louisa.

Yes, I know that.

It's chaos here! They haven't been fed!

They've been waiting for half an hour, Bert!

Everyone, I've told you... Be quiet!

Please just tell me if the food's ready or not.

Any minute now.

I told you... Nothing to worry about.

Quickly... over here. Let's dish it up.

Aah. Um...

A little overdone.

Come on!

Seriously!

Just a tiny problem.

- Bert. - We could buy some oven chips,

shove them in, 10 minutes, job's a good un.

No, there are strict guidelines concerning the children's diet.

Louisa.

Uh, can I speak to you?

Excuse me.

What's the matter? Is something wrong?

I just wondered if Mrs. Tishell had been in contact with you.

No. Why?

Uh, she was looking after James for a little while,

uh, and she seems to have disappeared.

What?!

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

What, you gave our baby to Mrs. Tishell?

Louisa, I think we'd both agree that, on paper,

Mrs. Tishell is a far more responsible person

than Morwenna.

- She's a pharmacist. - So where is she, then,

and where's our baby?

I have reason to believe that she's taken him

to the castle hotel.

Why?!

She wants me to meet her there.

What?! But why?!

She's been self-prescribing a combination of drugs

and seems to have formed a fixation on me.

Right. I'm coming with you.

You're in charge.

Great.

Who'd like some chips?

She doesn't look very happy.

- No. - I'll bet the doc's in trouble.

Yes.

She probably wants to kill him.

Oh!

That's a lovely one.

Yes.

Me and his father are very happy together.

Well, you have been blessed, haven't you?

Yes. We have.

We have been blessed.

Stop staring at my baby! Get your own!

Yes.

Don't worry, Louisa.

We'll get your baby back.

Every man has a moment where he becomes a hero.

I won't let you down.

Joe, please, you're giving me a headache,

and it's not helping.

Just trying to reassure you.

Your baby will be okay.

And how do you know that?

Because of the one thing a policeman can always rely on...

His instinct.

Isn't that right?

Much as I'd love to agree with you

and say that the child is safe,

the truth is none of us knows what psychological state

Mrs. Tishell is in and what she's capable of,

especially if she's put in a situation

where she feels threatened.

She has newspaper cuttings about me

pinned up inside her wardrobe.

You mean like some sort of shrine?

- Yes. - You've got to be joking.

Women, eh?

It's understandable to be worried, Louisa.

If you need to cry or eat something...

I'm not gonna waste my energy getting wound up.

We're gonna find her. We're gonna get our baby back.

Tishell. T-i-s-h-e-double l.

- She has our baby. - Wears a medical neck brace.

-She's carrying a baby.

-Clearly well past childbearing age.

-She may be acting erratically.

Um, I've not seen anyone like that.

Has anyone checked in in the last hour with a baby?

Um, I'd need to get permission...

No, you need to tell us

if anyone has checked in with a baby... yes or no?

Uh, the duty manager's busy. We got a wedding.

I am two seconds away

from charging you with wasting police time.

- Joe, that's not helping. - I'm doing my best here.

This is ridiculous. Both of you, stop bullying him.

And, you, stop sniveling.

A child may be in danger.

So, grow a backbone, check that damn machine,

and tell us whether a woman has checked in with a baby or not.

Right. Um...

Yeah. About an hour ago, a Ms. Smith checked in,

requested a baby cot.

Room 117.

Ms. Smith... an alias if ever I've heard one.

- Does she fit our description? - I didn't check her in.

Give me the keys.

Uh, we're really not meant to.

Please.

Shh.

Mrs. Tishell?

Empty. Almost too empty.

Well, she must be somewhere else in the hotel.

Where, though? There's two restaurants here and

cellars and acres of grounds.

And she's obviously not thinking rationally,

so she could be anywhere.

Oh, um, Ms. Smith was marked

as joining the Edmondson party downstairs.

Well, why didn't you say so before, you imbecile?

Please wait, sir.

Mrs. Tishell!

Police! Nobody move!

Where are you, Mrs. Tishell?

Or should I say, Ms. Smith?

Uh, uh, hello?

It's her!

Be calm, Martin.

-The last thing you want to do is upset her.

-Yes, I know.

- Don't bark at her. - I'm not going to.

Best I speak to her. I've had training in this sort of thing.

Where are you?

Don't worry. I'm waiting for you.

So clever of you

to send that lovely couple over to tell me where to go.

I'm here. I'm in the hotel.

Come down to reception with the baby now.

Hotel?

Oh! Oh, Dr. Ellingham.

Oh, you're playing games with me, aren't you?

Ooh! I'll see you soon.

Just tell me where you are!

What did she say? Did she mention the baby?

She's not here.

She said something about me sending a couple

to show her where to go.

- A couple of what? - A couple. People.

What people?

I don't know. Stop asking inane questions.

- Doc? - Be quiet.

I passed a couple before, coming out of the chemist.

Could only have been 15 minutes or so before Mrs. T disappeared.

Woman had a red, blotchy face.

Might be nothing, but...

Stubble rash!

Martin.

Shush.

I'm supposed to be in bude by 3:00.

He should be back here any minute.

Well, you told us that

15 minutes ago.

Yes?

Doc, you're about to have a full-scale riot

on your hands here.

All right! Take it down a notch.

Let me check.

Michael and Mallory Wilson,

renting that holiday place up at, uh, carmore point...

Pentire castle.

James Henry.

Oh.

Oh, I could have sworn I...

Oh!

Oh.

Ooh!

Doctor wouldn't be happy

if I lost our child, now, would he, now?

No, he wouldn't.

No, he wouldn't.

No, he wouldn't.

There you go, you little monkey.

I think it best that you stay here.

I'm police. I have to be there. Maybe you should wait.

I actually have experience of this kind of thing.

Pendoggett, village fete, 2003, ring any bells?

Of course it doesn't.

Pig of the year contest... Turned nasty till I stepped in.

Oh, how wonderfully reassuring.

I may have to get a little harsh with Mrs. Tishell.

Hostage situations are like that.

To be honest, Joe, I'd rather you just kept quiet.

Or maybe softly-softly.

"Trust me, Mrs. T. I'm on your side."

You do realize we're dealing with a highly volatile person.

There's no knowing how she'll react.

You're not playing in a Hollywood film.

You're not Clint Eastwood.

Of course I'm not.

Just you wait, little one.

Any minute now, knock, knock, knock,

and my Romeo will have come.

It is the east,

and Juliet is the sun.

Doc!

You can't just barge in.

If she gets a hint that something's amiss,

you could endanger the child.

Do you expect that I'm going to knock and politely wait?

She's right. You have to stay calm for James henry's sake.

Mrs. Tishell!

Martin!

I said don't alarm her. She's not herself.

Yes, thank you. I'm very well aware of that.

If you're aware of that, then why bang on the door

like a madman?

And you both arguing about it

is going to take us so much farther.

Mrs. Tishell? Hello?

Doctor?!

Doctor!

Oh, you came all this way alone.

I knew you would.

Just bring the baby down here now!

Oh, you almost sound angry.

Martin!

Let her think you're happy to be here.

No!

Delusions are only reinforced

by pretending that you think they're real.

I don't care about her problems. I just want my baby back.

Why don't you just come down here, and we can talk about it?

I don't want to get hurt.

Nobody is going to hurt you, Mrs. Tishell.

Bring the baby downstairs...

The first day you came to town,

everything changed, Dr. Ellingham.

Yes, I realize that, Mrs. Tishell.

I mean, i-I've been waiting for you so long,

you know, while you've been running around

with that schoolteacher trollop.

One moment you're together, then you're not.

Then you're getting married, then you're not.

And then she's gone but then she comes back

and then you're going but you don't

and then you have a baby and you're living together

and then you're not

and then you're going away again and then you come back here!

And i-i-i can't stand it anymore!

Mrs. Tishell, you have been taking a combination

of paroxetine and modafinil,

and as a result, you're having a psychotic episode.

No! It's allowed me to feel free!

To be smarter.

You know, i-i-I've never seen anything so clearly.

I see everything... my hopes, my dreams, our future.

Oh, my god!

You called the police!

No, I didn't.

Yes.

Well, then, why is P.C. Penhale standing there, then?

No. No, no, no.

No, this won't do. No, this is wrong.

Oh!

You lied to me!

No, I didn't.

I-I-I wanted him here, uh, because I'm...

What?

Because...

"Share our wonderful love."

No, let her know that you're concerned about her,

that she might need help.

- Let her know you care. - And that you love her.

That won't help.

I wanted P.C. Penhale here

because I wanted to share our wonderful love.

What, you mean you want everyone to know?

What, how you feel about me?

Yes, that.

Really, Dr. Ellingham?

Yes, really.

I always thought you saw me as an intelligent person.

I do.

As an intellectual equal.

Absolutely.

Then why are you telling me all these lies?

I'm not.

If you wanted to tell me how you felt,

why have you waited so long?

You've had so many chances,

so, so many chances.

Tell her to come down so that you can talk about it.

No! No!

You need to convince her that you really do care.

Why, doctor?!

Louisa, you know nothing about psychology.

Shush! Tell her that you know you're a difficult person.

What?

Tell her you're a difficult person.

Say it.

I'm a difficult person!

And I waited so long because I'm...

An idiot.

I think I've known how I've felt

since the first time I... I met you,

from the first time I saw you.

And I know I'm hard to talk to sometimes.

I'm aware of that.

And I do hate portwenn.

I hate the people,

their pinched faces and their ridiculous accents

and their unerring knack of catching any virus

that comes within a 5-mile radius!

They spread contagion like a bush fire!

But it's where I want to be.

Because you're here. Because of you.

'Cause if I'm with you, nothing else matters.

What I'm trying to say is I love you.

Oh, Martin!

I love you, too.

Why don't you come down here and be with me?

Give me one last chance.

Please.

That poor, deranged woman

will probably throw herself out of the window now

as an expression of her love.

No, I think she's coming down.

Oh!

Oh! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

Mmm!

Oh. Oh.

Oh, this is... oh...

Why is she here?

Because you took my baby.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, you're meant to be with me.

This isn't how the fairy tale ends.

It's the handsome prince and the... the, um...

The married pharmacist who needs to come with me

because she's suffered a psychotic episode,

brought on by excessive dosage of prescription drugs.

Doctor?

Mrs. Tishell, you must go with this Dr. Ellingham,

who will give the antipsychotic medication that you need

to counteract the effects of the drugs you've been taking.

I don't think you understand what love is.

- What? - Don't worry.

Just a bit of a tumble.

I'll be okay... Probably.

Mrs. Tishell, I'm arresting you for kidnapping a minor.

- What? - No, you're not. She's ill.

She needs help.

I don't know why I bother

getting these bloody things out the drawer.

Help me to get her to the car.

I called her husband. He's on his way.

Clive?!

Don't worry. You'll see him soon.

No. Dr. Ellingham!

I'll wait for you.

Does he seem all right?

I think he's fine.

He seems fine.

Did you mean what you said about staying here,

or was that all just for...

No, I meant it. All of it.

I've waited so long to hear you say nice things.

And I'd given up.

I'd completely given up.

And then to hear you say them today... To someone else...

- It doesn't matter. - No, it does to me.

No, I mean... Everything.

What school James goes to, London...

None of it matters to me.

I'm not going to be like my father,

and he's not gonna be like me.

And I do love you.

Say it again.

I think I've already said it twice.

I know, but say it again, anyway.

- I will always... - sorry, guys.

I must have dropped my police radio

when I jumped from the balcony, and, well,

they make you pay for them if you lose them.

So, uh, you carry on.

Mm.