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[ Sea gulls squawking ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

Sorry.

Oh, good morning. You're starting early.

Thought we could have breakfast together.

-Sorry. -Yes.

You should eat something.

I'm, uh, not really very hungry.

You don't have much of an appetite at the moment, do you?

No.

LOUISA: Hmm.

Maybe if you talked about it you'd feel better.

My father's died.

Apart from that, there's not much to talk about, really.

Look, I know you two didn't really get on,

but he wasyour father.

Maybe it's hit you harder than you think.

What do you think about the three of us going away together?

Ah, well, I have a responsibility to my patients.

I can't just go.

Doctors are allowed to take time off, Martin.

I'm only talking about a long weekend somewhere.

I'd like that, anyway.

To spend some time together, just you, me, and James.

No, I can't. Thank you.

I see.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

-Yes? -Morning.

Sergeant Pledge, Royal Military Police.

Lance Corporal Harding. Are you P.C. Penhale?

-No. -But you are police officer?

No. No, no. I just sort of, uh -- just sort of live here.

Could you tell us where to find P.C. Penhale, sir?

I don't know. He's out somewhere.

Do you know a Michael Graham Pruddy?

Corporal Pruddy, REME.

REME?

Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers.

Pruddy's regiment.

Oh, right. Um, Pruddy, Pruddy.

No. Doesn't ring a bell.

Give this to P.C. Penhale.

Of course, yeah.

Thank you for your time.

Is he in trouble, then, this Pruddy guy?

Not at all, sir.

-Um, sorry, Margaret. -Sorry.

[ Appliance whirs ]

Oh. Thanks.

-[ Whirring stops ] -Okay. I have to go.

-What, now? -You know it's sports day?

But Michael won't be here for another 25 minutes.

I'm sorry. But I did say.

Louisa.

Don't worry. I'll take care of him.

Shall we go for walkie later, James Henry?

Shall we?

Good boy.

He's not a dog.

Right, Martin, so you'll be there at 12:00?

What?

It's sports day. You're giving out the prizes.

What?

You agreed to be the special guest.

-[ Inhales sharply ] -No. Don't say, "What?"

You really don't remember?

Okay. It's fine.

If you don't feel up to it, I can try and find someone else.

-No, it's fine. -Sure?

-Yes. Yes. -You will be there?

-Big field, 12:00. -Yes.

Thank you.

Bye, Margaret.

Didn't you win a prize for sports once at school?

No.

I remember you bringing home a silver jug.

It was for chess.

You look awful. Have you lost weight?

No.

What will your patients think

when they see their doctor looking so poorly?

[ Sighs ]

JAMES HENRY: [ Cries ]

I think the word you're looking for is hello.

What are you doing here?

And it's lovely to see you, too.

Are you visiting Martin?

I live in Portwenn.

I came back from London last night,

and I thought I saw you, so I called Martin.

-He gave me the bad news. -About Christopher.

He confirmed that it was you.

He also told me that my brother was dead.

Did you kill him?

Well, it was nice to catch up.

Oh, no, no, no. We've not finished yet.

I think some coffee, don't you? And a nice talk.

Unless you've something better to do.

Which, of course, you don't.

[ Whistle blows ]

-Now, who's got the eggs? -Me, miss!

Who's got the spoons?

Very good. Now, off we go.

Please, everybody, watch out for traffic and the road.

Are you okay, miss?

Thanks, Isla. That's very sweet.

-[ Knocking ] -Mrs. Tishell?

Um, oh.

We're closed! Stocktaking!

I need couch rolls, vacutainers, and hand disinfectant.

Open the door.

Ohh. Dear.

Do you have my order?

Uh, oh, I suppose I could check on my deliveries.

It's not this one.

Might be...

Oh!

-What now? -Mm? Nothing.

Are you in pain?

Oh, it's just toothache.

Go to your dentist.

No, it's strange.

It comes, and then it's not there, and then --

I -- Oh, I don't know.

What do you mean, "It's strange. It comes, then it's not there"?

Do you mean it comes when you exert yourself,

and then it stops when you don't?

Is that what you're trying to say?

-I will go and see my dentist. -Good.

Heis a very nice man.

He'd need to be. Good day.

-[ Snaps ] -Ow.

Cappuccino, if you can manage such a thing.

And I'd like a double espresso, please.

I thought you hated Cornwall, Portwenn in particular.

I can see it can appeal to a certain kind of person.

I've been here before. Twice.

And why exactly are you here again?

You've asked me already.

Yes, but I didn't really get an answer,

so I'll carry on asking that question.

Thank you.

You understand I'm just trying to protect Martin?

What kind of son needs protection from his own mother?

The kind of son who's been damaged by his own mother.

Damaged. You don't know what you're talking about.

I'm here to help my son. Oh, no, no, no.

I can't take you seriously

when you pretend to be the saintly, maternal type,

concerned only with the welfare of her precious child.

Why do you see me as this...

Monster?

I'm not sure.

Could it be because you kept Martin

as far away from you as possible

throughout his so-called childhood?

Prep school, boarding school,

bundled off in the holidays to his Auntie Joan in Cornwall,

who, incidentally, loved him

and wasn't afraid to show him affection.

And what was the problem there? What was the matter?

The woman was having an affair.

Oh, so you took Martin away from Joan

and kept him at school in the holidays

because she was having an affair?

I thought adultery was rather popular in our family.

You didn't have a relationship with your son,

and you didn't want anyone else to have one,

so that was the end of Cornwall.

There were standards to be maintained.

I didn't want Martin mixing with the wrong kind of person.

You are the wrong kind of person.

"Morally bankrupt."

Isn't that what the headmistress called you

when you were caught stealing from the local shops?

Mrs. Jessop called you something a little more Anglo-Saxon.

Everyone stole from her nasty little shop.

Not everyone.

But it isn't your pilfering and petty meanness

that I care about.

It's the damage that you can still inflict on Martin.

Well, I don't have to stay here to listen to this.

Go home, Margaret.

I am Martin's mother.

I have every right to be here.

You've never had children.

You can't possibly understand what you're talking about.

Don't forget your grandson.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Thuds ]

Careful!

-No, you'll bang his legs. -I need to see my son.

His coat's on back-to-front.

Oh!

What's her problem?

Mr. Twilly.

-Martin, I want a word -- -I'm with a patient.

[ Sighs ]

What about the King's Inn in Padstow?

Local lobster, Belgian lager.

Just you and me?

Why, did you want to bring a friend?

Well, if you're gonna be like you were the other night,

I might need someone to talk to, yeah.

Hey, one more chance.

Give me a reason.

You've got nothing else to do,

and I'll be paying for all the food and drink.

-Okay. -Great.

-Right, we're off to the beach. -Lucky for some.

Doc, Mr. Twilly wasn't sure...

Get out.

If you don't have junior, I can make do with maxi.

Yes, um...

Ooh. I know I've put them somewhere.

[ Inhales sharply ] Ooh. Oh, dear.

You okay, Mrs. T.?

Mm? Oh, it's just toothache.

Have you tried that new dentist in Wadebridge?

It's gone. The pain's gone.

Ah, well, it comes and goes. Comes and goes.

Yes?

My nappies.

Oh! Silly me.

Oh.

And when you say purple,

do you mean like a dark, bluey red

or a light, pinky blue?

-Ooh. -Hey.

Right, okay, well, try to stop squeezing it,

and I'll book you in for half past 3:00 tomorrow.

Okay. Bye-bye.

-All right? -Yes. Is Mike around?

He's taken James to the beach.

He's probably neatly arranging the rock pools by now.

-Great. All right, Doc? -Yes.

Routine MSU. I've labeled it and done the request form.

-This is your name. -Shush! Yes.

-What's going on? -Just do it.

Come through.

MIKE: The important thing to do here

is keep everything in line --

the sand, the stones, the turrets, the flags.

You just need to make sure

that everything has its rightful place.

-Al. -It's very good, Mike.

[ Laughs ] Thanks.

[ Clears throat ]

Uh, two soldiers...

...came to the police station this morning.

Royal Military Police.

I'm supposed to give this to Joe.

Apparently...

...you're AWOL.

[ Clears throat ]

-Right. -What's going on, mate?

-What did you do? -Nothing.

[ Dog barking ]

I-I didn't do anything. I just...

I just needed to get out of the army.

-I have to leave. -What?

-I got to go. -Calm down.

No. I need to get my things.

If you run, Mike, and they catch you,

you're gonna be in more trouble.

No. They won't catch me.

Mike, think about what you're doing, mate.

I can't go back to the army.

I would rather sleep rough for the rest of my life.

Ah.

Will you take James? Just take him back to the doc's.

Ohh. No.

Please.

No.

Look, you take him back,

and I'll get the soldiers away from your flat

so, you know, you can get your stuff.

Right. Thanks, mate.

-Right, yeah. -Yeah.

Come on, mate. We've got to go.

We've got to go right now.

[ Groans softly ]

No, we've got nothing this afternoon.

Can you come back tomorrow?

I only want 10 mins, Morwen.

-Morwenna. -"Na."

-[ Door opens ] -Can't you squeeze me in?

-[ Woman sobbing ] -MORWENNA: No.

Ooh. Uh, D-Dr. Ellingham.

Mrs. Tishell.

-Why are you here? -My teeth.

Uh, my jaw, really.

All the way up the hill, it was hurting.

Oh. Now I've stopped moving, it's better.

Right. Go through.

-But Mr. Gleebles is next. -He can wait.

Sit down. Go.

Um, yeah.

Sorry, Dan.

-Don't sit down. -Ooh!

Oh. [ Breathing heavily ]

Mm. You have fatty lumps around your eyes and wrists.

-Are you taking your statins? -Am I -- Am I what?

You suffer from high cholesterol.

Have you been taking your medicines?

No, I'm worried my prescriptions might make me...

Oh. Well, you know.

-Ohh. -[ Band snapping ]

No, I'm sorry. I've just stopped taking everything.

Just in case.

-Just in case? -Mm.

Mrs. Tishell, nothing I have prescribed you

will lead to another m-mental episode,

if that's what you're trying to say.

Well, even so, I've rather not risk any problems.

Fine. Just have a massive heart attack and deal with that.

What?!

-What?! -Your toothache is angina.

Your arteries are clogged.

You'll probably need a stent and more medicines.

Do you have any chest pain at the moment?

Uh...

-No. -Well, then you're safe.

-Oh! -But not for long.

-Don't sit down. -No.

Get Morwenna to make you an appointment

for C.T. angiogram as soon as possible.

Yes. Morwenna!

DOC MARTIN: Gleebles!

Oi!

That's right -- you. That's an offense.

Pick it up, and this will all go away.

Oi!

Hiya, guys. I'm P.C. Penhale.

Just keeping the streets clean. And safe.

So, what's going down?

There's no one here.

We'll stay in situ until he returns.

Right. Affirmative on that.

You shouldn't really park your vehicle here.

We can park where we like, mate.

PLEDGE: Do you have any intel on his whereabouts?

-His... -Whereabouts.

We're asking where he is.

Right. Right.

And when you say "he"...

Don't you read official requests for assistance?

Of course I do.

Just I've been a bit busy today,

you know, with this and that and...

Yeah, I can see you've got your hands full at the minute.

If you see, hear, or smell Corporal Pruddy,

you let me know.

Corporal Pruddy. Mike Pruddy?

Michael Graham Pruddy.

And...what's he done, again?

-He's AWOL. -That's it.

Absent with-- That can't be right.

[ Both chuckle ]

Okay.

You stick to chasing kids and picking up litter.

We'll do the grown-up stuff.

No, no. If you're asking for my assistance --

-PLEDGE: I think we can manage. -Hey, guys!

Stay back, Al! Nothing to see here.

Official business pertaining to Corporal Pruddy.

I know where Pruddy is. I'll bring him in.

He's done a runner. He's up a Harry Glade's barn.

Where's that?

-Uh, about four miles -- -JOE: I've got this, Al.

I know the area, I know the accused,

so I'll take it from here.

[ Chuckles ] I don't think so.

-Tell me where he is. -He's, uh...

Well, you go straight up the hill

and then take the coast road to Delabole.

You'll come across a sign to Glade Farm.

It's in the shape of a cow.

[ Engine turns over ]

-Much obliged, sir. -Yeah.

You sent them the long way 'round.

That was the plan.

-Joe? -Later.

WOMAN: Come on, girls! Come on! You can do it!

-[ Indistinct shouting ] -That's it!

You can do it! Come on!

Do it!

[ Crowd groans ]

Martin!

There you are. I'm here.

-They'll have to race again now. -Oh.

Now, don't worry! [ Blows whistle ]

That didn't count.

Go back to the start line, year six.

That's it.

Good.

Will it take long?

Because I couldn't cancel all of my patients.

I haven't got that much time at all.

Prize giving will happen in 10 minutes.

It'll mean a lot to these pupils to get a medal from you.

Can you stay or not?

-Yes. -Good.

Tea.

How are we doing over here with the tea?

And the sandwiches. Get them out.

Yeah. But it's Smyth, not Smith.

No, they're not the same, are they?

Well, because it sounds different

and it's spelled different.

-Where's the doc? -Just...

Yeah, okay. Start again. Yes.

Where is he?

Right. Just, um...

Yes, I know their initials are the same, but --

-Right. -[ Dial tone ]

Oh, you did not just do that.

Look, I'm sorry. But where's the doc?

He's giving away prizes at sports day.

He won't be long.

Well, when's he back? He needs to take James now.

That's not gonna happen. You'll just have to wait.

Okay. Right.

-[ Cries ] -You take him.

Please. It's time for his lunch.

I'm busy.

I've got to phone the lab back, for a start.

But you have to. Look, he's hungry.

Are you okay?

Al was in here earlier asking for you.

No, it's, uh...

It's complicated.

-[ Telephone rings ] -Just...

Portwenn Surgery.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Now, I know Dr. Ellingham can't wait

to present the winners with their medals.

But first he wants to say a few words.

So please put your hands together

and welcome our special guest

with a special round of applause.

Uh, no, I can't make a speech. I don't have the time.

I expect Dr. Ellingham wants to tell us

about the importance of doing some sport.

I don't have the time.

If you want to lead a healthy, active life.

Obviously.

Yeah.

Because running and throwing and jumping...

Please, Martin, you know where I'm going with this.

Can you please just help? Please?

Well, they're all good ways of staying physically fit,

aren't they, Dr. Ellingham?

Yeah?

Especially running, wouldn't you say?

Yeah?

Uh, not necessarily.

Uh, there's a high incidence of damage

to knees, shins, and heels

if the instruction isn't good.

But athletics is a pastime you'd encourage,

isn't it, Martin?!

-Not for everyone. -[ Sighs ]

Uh, a lot of people

aren't interested in competitive sport whatsoever.

Look, can you just give me the names

of the people who got the medals?

Year-three javelin, the winner is Jersey Lawson.

[ Applause ]

That's really quite spectacular, Martin.

Really. [ Sighs ]

Go and sit down.

PIPPA: Year-three shot put...

[ Cow moos ]

[ Clattering ]

Mike?

It's Joe Penhale.

Let's not make this any worse.

-We need to talk. -[ Clattering continues ]

I know you're in there.

All right.

We'll have to do it the hard way.

[ Clattering continues ]

Mike?

Whoa!

Whoa!

[ Grunting ]

Mike!

If you are in there, I could use some assistance.

Please.

-[ Footsteps ] -Oh.

Ah. Everything under control, P.C. Penhale?

I don't think the suspect is currently at this location.

And if he was, I think he's moved on.

And you know this how?

Instinct.

-Harding, take a look. -Sarge.

So why are you still hanging around?

I won't lie to you.

I'm not entirely on top of this situation,

so if you could assist a fellow officer?

I'd say you're doing a fine job on your own.

Nothing, Sarge.

Well, I don't think we'll be needing you again, Constable.

Mike Pruddy's a good guy. You go easy on him.

That's not gonna happen. But it's very sweet you asked.

[ Cow moos ]

Year-three egg-and-spoon, the winner is Lee Majors!

[ Cheering ]

And now the whole-school relay race.

Well, there's quite a lot of you --

Oh, God. No, wait.

No, sorry. Sorry, sorry.

I have a waiting room full of sick people.

Well, some are sick, but all of them are waiting.

If you won a race or you want a medal, come up here,

Now!

Give me the medals. You give the cups.

LOUISA: Sorry.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm giving the medals. Exactly what I said I'd do.

That is not what you said.

Each of these children deserves to have their medal

in a special ceremony, which is exactly what I asked you to do,

which is why you're here.

I don't understand why you're absolutely trying to sabotage...

Look at their faces. They're perfectly happy.

...our school sports day, Martin!

Louisa, you're hysterical. Take that.

-Martin? -God!

-Martin? -I haven't got time!

Pack up the field, take them back to school,

because I need to have a word.

Okay, don't worry.

Excuse me. Come back here, Martin!

[ Blows whistle ]

After that display, you cannot just leave!

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare walk away!

Louisa!

Oh, God. Are you all right?

I'm sorry. I didn't see her.

-Well! -LOUISA: [ Moaning ]

Then call an ambulance!

Stay still.

Where's it hurt?

-Just... -Okay, keep still.

Hurry up!

-I'm gonna come with you. -LOUISA: No.

DOC MARTIN: What?

You can go. There's a medic here.

No, I'll come to the hospital.

No, please, Martin, go home.

I don't want you here. Go home to James!

[ Moans ]

[ Car door closes ]

I'm really sorry. I can't deal with James today.

-So... -You have to.

No. no, no, no. You have to take care of him now.

Louisa's had an accident. Where's the car key?

What? Is she okay? I have to get to the hospital.

-Well, when will you be back? -I don't know!

I heard about Louise. Is she all right?

Can you look after James? Michael can't, apparently.

-Yes, of course. -Oh...

Don't worry.

-I can take care him. -Yes!

Well, uh, give her my love!

Martin, what are you doing here?

Do you know what day it is?

-N-No. Why? -I'm testing you for concussion.

-Follow my finger. -No.

-Follow it. -No!

You've broken your collarbone.

They'll scan your head to check for damage

to your skull or your brain.

I'll chase them up, see if I can't get you --

-No. No, don't chase them up. -Why?

Because you'll just annoy them. Martin!

Ow!

[ Groans ]

[ Knocks ]

Where have you been? I've been waiting for you.

I've been stuck in here with James.

-Did you get them out the way? -Yes! But not for long. Come on!

What am I gonna do about the little man?

AL: I don't know.

-Just... -He can come with us. Move.

-No. -Come on. Quickly.

DOC MARTIN: Michael? Michael?

[ Footsteps ]

Michael?

Michael?

-Where's James? -Oh, it's you.

-How's Louise? -Louisa!

She has a fractured clavicle. Where's Michael?

Upstairs putting the baby to sleep.

No, he's not. I just checked.

He should be here, and James should be in bed!

It's utterly unacceptable.

Quickly. Right, put James down there,

Yeah.

Okay. Underwear.

Gotcha.

What? You can't just break in. Not without a warrant.

If you hadn't left your key under the mat,

you might have a point.

Oh, give him a break, Joe.

Sorry, Al.

I know we've become good friends,

but you've been aiding and abetting.

I've half a mind to arrest you as well as Mike.

You can't arrest Mike.

I'm duty bound to maintain the laws of this country.

What, you gonna hand him over?

Not to those idiots.

I'm gonna take him to the nearest barracks myself.

-But I got to cuff him. -Oh, leave him alone, Joe.

I mean, he's got clothes to fold.

Over and over again.

Mike?

You listening?

-Michael Graham Pruddy. -What?

I'm arresting you for being absent without official leave

from Her Majesty's Armed Forces, namely the army.

I'm not going back. I can't go back!

-Don't do anything stupid. -Joe, please.

No, no. I'm begging you. Joe!

Yes. That was textbook.

Right. Let's go before those two --

[ Knock on door, doorbell rings ]

[ Sighs ] Too late.

Well, it might not be them.

-Of course it's them. -DOC MARTIN: Michael!

Wait. That's not them. That's the doc.

No, really?

Look, they're really tight.

[ Mockingly ] Oh, they're really tight.

I've heard it all before.

I take them off, you do a runner.

I wasn't born yesterday.

-What's going on? -It's all under control, Doc.

-Is James all right? -MIKE: He's fine.

I was gonna bring him back as soon as I was packed.

-Packed? Where are you going? -I quit.

-I've got to leave Portwenn. -That's out of the question.

-But, Doc -- -You have a job to do.

-Why's he handcuffed? -He's under arrest, Doc.

-What for? -He's AWOL.

Run away from the army. He's a coward.

I'm not. It's just...

They tried to fix me. They tried to fix my OCD.

And I'm taking him back so they can fix him again.

I don't want to be fixed.

He wants to go on the run.

I'd rather live out of a suitcase.

But he can't even pack one, Doc.

Be quiet. Penhale, take those stupid handcuffs off him.

They're not stupid.

Michael, explain yourself.

I might be OCD, but it's part of me, innit?

It's kind who I am, who I've always been.

The army, they wanted to make me better, make me normal.

But I didn't want that.

But if it wasn't as a result of an order,

would you like to feel more in control of your actions?

I guess so, yeah.

Well, then, if you feel that you need therapy,

then the army will provide it.

So long as there's an adequate diagnosis in place.

But if Joe takes him back,

they're gonna lock him in prison.

Not necessarily.

Right, Michael Pruddy, I am arresting you --

Shut up. The army has a duty of care to you.

It is your decision whether you take it or not.

Yeah.

I'll go back, Doc.

I'm sorry for all the inconvenience.

It is ruddy inconvenient, actually.

I have to find a new nanny now.

Bye, little man.

Let me take him back, Joe. It'll be better for him.

Are you gonna go back, not do a runner?

-No. -Promise?

Yeah.

Reckon we'll get away without them seeing us?

Pff! You leave those squaddies to me.

Mike, forget about the packing.

-Yeah. -There's no time.

Okay.

-Mike! -All right.

Mike!

Well, wait a minute. Armstrong?

-[ Chuckles ] -Come on, Sergeant. To be fair.

Actually, you like a bit like Armstrong.

That -- That is really --

I have to take exception with that, sir.

What is that?

This, sir?

-I want it sorted. -Penhale, Sergeant.

Yes!

[ Both sigh ]

Are you ready for this?

Yeah. I just need a minute.

[ Exhales slowly ]

Good luck.

Hey, thanks.

Oh, uh, Morwenna.

Can you tell her what happened?

Sure, yeah.

Great.

-Right. -[ Sighs ]

See you soon.

Maybe.

Bye.

[ Sighs ]

[ Gate buzzes ]

JAMES HENRY: [ Cooing ]

[ Coughing ]

Oh! Hello, James.

Morning.

Is it a good idea to bring him here

[Coughing] with all these germs?

-Michael's gone. -Gone where?

-He's resigned. -Why? What did you say?

It was nothing to do with me.

[ Coughing ]

How was your night? You're coughing.

-Are you breathless? -Just open the window.

When did the doctor last come and see you?

I don't know.

Have the nurses been checking you regularly?

I don't know! [ Coughs ] Does it really matter?

-This patient, who's her doctor? -Uh...

Just one moment. Dr. Samuels, I think.

-Where's he now. -He's busy, sir.

Is he?! Where?

-On the wards. -Right.

Can I have some water?

-Can I have some water, please? -Yes, just a moment.

Sorry, you said?

How many times was she checked in the night?

I don't know.

-Was she turned even once? -As I said, I don't know.

Good morning, Mrs. Ellingham.

Could I just have a listen to your breathing for a minute?

Thanks. Deep breath.

-[ Thermometer beeps ] -Thanks.

Martin?

Thank you. And again.

Thanks.

She's not febrile.

How would you explain these symptoms?

-If your wife has a DVT... -Which she does.

...then she'll be treated with anticoagulants

and the problem will go away.

The problem should never have arisen.

Will someone please tell me what's wrong?

It's possible you may have a blood clot in your leg.

If a small part of it has broken off

and traveled up to the lungs...

Which it has.

...it could make breathing difficult,

which it appears to be.

If your nursing staff could stop drinking tea for five minutes,

none of this would have happened.

DOCTOR: In a couple of hours when we've dealt with this,

I'm sure we'll be able to discharge her.

Come back then.

In the meantime, I think you should leave now.

I'm not leaving anywhere until I'm satisfied

that you people know what you're doing.

Martin, please. [ Coughs ]

Please, just go. Just go. Take James Henry now.

Go. Martin!

[ Coughing ]

5,000 units of heparin. And an ultrasound.

[ Door opens ]

Oh. Hello.

Hey.

Oh, uh, Mike asked me to come.

He told me to say goodbye.

He wants you to say goodbye to me?

No. No.

He's saying goodbye to you through me.

-Easier to explain in the pub. -Sounds good to me.

So where has he gone, then?

-AL: He's AWOL. -What's a "wol"?

-AL: What's a what? -A wol.

AL: He's AWOL.

Have you got everything you need?

Yeah.

JAMES HENRY: [ Fussing ]

Oh. Oh.

He'll be okay.

Yeah. Mike's pretty tough.

-But sensitive. -Yeah, and he worries.

One of the many reasons we weren't compatible.

-So you two weren't... -[ Chuckling ] No.

We only went out the once. It wasn't going anywhere.

-I mean, he's a nice bloke. -Yeah.

Funny, gentle.

-Really good-looking. -Yep, all right.

And I liked him, but...

But the state of your kitchen would've killed him.

-[ Chuckles ] -Ah, ah!

So if you're looking for a job,

I think there's an opening for a nanny at the doc's.

No. I want to start my own business.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Just haven't worked out what it is yet.

-Any ideas? -I keep thinking -- fish.

How'd you come up with that?

I think there's something in it.

I just -- just can't work out what.

Well, we can do that together if you like.

You got time?

Sure. You're buying the drinks.

-Come on. -All right.

Ooh. Ouch.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Martin, I'm not coming home.

What?

It's the school holidays.

And I'll stay tonight,

but tomorrow I'm going to Spain with James.

Why?

I just need some space to think, Martin.

But you've -- you've just had a --

The doctors, they say it's okay.

It's only a short flight,

and my mother will meet us at the airport.

No. Deep-vein thrombosis --

I've had "heptarin" injections.

-Heparin. -Heparin.

And I've got warfarin pills,

and I'll have my blood checked every week.

Every week? How long are you going for?

I don't know exactly.

But I do know I need a break.

But you didn't even like your mother.

You can rest at home.

No.

I need a break from you, Martin.

What do you mean?

I'm not happy.

I'm not making youhappy, am I?

Happy?

Why does everybody have to be happy all the time?

Let's just -- Let's just go.

Bye.

You should've bought the wine at the cash-and-carry.

They got special offers on this week.

Yeah, but they don't sell anything decent, do they?

You don't want decent at a stag-and-hen do.

You just want cheap.

But we've got to give our guests something nice to drink.

If it's nice, they'll want refills,

and then we'll be in trouble.

Now, have you sorted out anything suitable

for the entertainment?

He means have you booked a stripper?

No! Course I haven't!

[ Laughs ] She's joking, boy.

[ Laughs ] Aw, he's gone all red, bless him.

Look, I'll take over the arrangements, shall I?

I'm sure you got better things to do

with your valuable time.

Oh, for your information,

I think I've come up with a business plan

that could make some money.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

See those fishing boats out there?

And you see those tourists on the beach?

You put 'em together, what have you got?

Happy tourists.

I'd be like the middle man.

I'd introduce people who want to go fishing

to people who can take them fishing.

Charge 10%, 15% for my trouble.

And that is your business idea?

Yes, it is. What do you think?

I don't think you'll find a single fisherman

that will give you 1%, let alone 10% or 15%!

They don't make enough money to share it around!

Oh! The middle man, eh? I mean, that is funny, boy.

Oh, shut up, Dad.

What did I say?

MRS. TISHELL: Oh. Um...

Oh. Dr. Ellingham?

D-Dr. Ellingham?

May I just say thank you?

So I've had my C.T. angiogram,

and you were right about my arteries.

They said if you hadn't noticed, I'd be...

Dead.

Yes.

Thank you.

Um, I don't eat chocolate.

Oh. Well, I...

You look dreadful.

[ Sighs ]

Martin, I'm going to bed.

Yes.

MARGARET: There's absolutely nothing in the fridge.

Shall we go out to supper, just you and me?

Well, what do you want to do?

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