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THEME MUSIC

HORN BEEPS

Oh!

You're early.

MOANING

Sorry, sorry. I think we're in.

(Sighs)

Everything alright?

Morning, Martin. Couldn't find a vein.

Really? The antecubital fossa is presenting nicely.

Got any lab request forms? Yes, in the stationery cupboard.

RUBBER GLOVE SNAPS

Lovely day for the concert.

Yes.

I don't know what you're supposed to wear, though.

Well, I'm sure you'll look very nice.

Thank you.

I'll pick you up at 5.30?

Brilliant.

Are you mum?

Pauline's mother, yes. 9.30.

Mrs...

Lamb. Dawn Lamb.

Come through.

I never had it until Pauline was born... ow.

Fit as a fiddle I was, blooming.

Now look at me.

I'm not naturally a nervy person.

Excitable maybe, on the go, but...

..she was never easy, I can assure you.

Quite demanding. Stubborn. Still is.

But I daresay you'd know all about that, eh?

Well I'm not saying it's all her fault.

A child's a child, it needs boundaries.

But... (sighs) ..they take you over. Be quiet.

Mrs Lamb, you have a mild digestive disorder

but I see from your notes it is also persistent.

You've been on...

I do the relaxation exercise that doctor Sim gave me,

but it never seems to get completely better.

A mystery, he called it.

That's because he was an appalling doctor. Pardon?

You've been in dicyclomine for the last, uh... 15 years.

A low dose of nortriptyline for five before that.

Do you have any symptoms at all

other than a persecution complex and the occasional tummy twinge?

Your stomach is bloated.

Do you sometimes experience diarrhoea, loss of appetite, nausea?

It's not really bloated. What would you call it?

I'm going to put you on an exclusion diet.

No dairy at all.

Make an appointment for one month's time with the receptionist.

DOOR SNICKS CLOSED

I'm to come back in a month. Early morning?

I'm no worse apparently, thanks for asking.

Oh, good.

He didn't give me any more drugs, though.

I hope he knows what he's doing, Lord Muck.

Yes. 12th OK?

Your handwriting.

Looks like a spider crawled all over it.

See you later, then.

L127,50.

Yeah, but that's when we had the crap weather, innit?

Books not balancing then, eh, Mick?

Well, they do if you look at them,

but I don't know where all the cash has gone.

Still, Mick says we'll be alright.

Enjoying your holiday there?

Morning, Dawn. I'm not on holiday.

Oh, just looks like it, eh?

He's gone back to plumbing. Applied for a grant and all.

Perfecting the tea-drinking aspect first though, yeah?

Him and Pauline are just made for each other.

Here, have you got a tenner?

Look Dawn, I'm afraid that we're going to have to

do our own ironing for a bit, eh?

Just until we get back on an even keel, business-wise.

Oh dear.

This place seems jinxed, doesn't it? Why's that?

No-one has ever made a go of it, not in all the time I've lived here.

It seems perfectly normal. Is everything alright at home?

Um... how do you mean?

Are you and your wife any more unhappy than usual?

No.

Pretty much the same. Do you have to do this?

If you want me to help you, yes.

Who normally takes the initiative? Is it you or Mrs Pierce?

Pardon?

In sexual activity, generally one is keener than the other. Who starts it?

With Mrs Pierce? Who are you?

Nicholas Eliot. And what's your problem?

I can't sleep.

Can I...? Get dressed.

Pauline!

These are Mr Pierce's notes!

This is one of the simpler things I ask you to do.

It's not difficult. Mr Eliot, Mr Eliot's notes.

I just...

Your minor phlebotomy duties were meant

as an addition to your existing ones,

not a signal to abandon your basic function as my secretary.

Yes, doctor. What?

I've no reason to abandon things.

Is something the matter?

No, doctor. I apologise, it won't happen again.

Right.

Louisa. Hello, Martin.

Good evening.

Thank you.

You look nice. I've not seen that one before.

Are those shoes going to be alright?

Yeah, I think so. Why?

Well, it's outdoor. It could be muddy.

Going somewhere special?

Oh! A concert. It's for charity.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

What? We won't.

Bye, Joe.

Very posh.

There's my aunt.

Aunty Joan?

Oh, good lord. What are you doing out?

Hello, Louisa.

A friend of mine's one of the players.

It should be nice anyway, it's a lovely evening.

And it's for charity.

You on your own? Hmm?

Oh, that's very sweet of you, but no dear, no.

I'm helping Annie Duff.

You just carry on.

Annie Duff? No idea.

APPLAUSE

(Classical singing)

APPLAUSE

It's funny being out, isn't it?

Away from the village, all dressed up.

Yes, yes. I don't think I recognise anyone here.

Well, apart from Joan. Yeah.

Hello, stranger.

Finally we get to see each other! You don't look one day older.

And look at you.

Are you enjoying our little band?

We're loving it.

We can't believe you're not professionals, can we, Martin?

Martin, that's Holly. Holly...

Louisa's told me a lot about you.

I think we share friends in London.

Johnny Bamford asked to be remembered to you.

Ah.

Johnny and Martin were consultants together at St Thomas'.

Oh, what a small world. How long are you staying?

Oh, just the one night. Whistlestop tour.

Tomorrow we head off to the Drum and Mary's at Bude,

and then on to Hayley Court for the long weekend.

No wonder you didn't want to stay with me.

Not at all.

It is probably easier here though.

I'm looking forward to seeing your little school, though.

It sounds idyllic.

BELL RINGS

About oneish? Come for lunch.

Oh, sorry. No can do. Busy, busy, busy.

I've just got time for a cup of coffee and that guided tour.

Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of the performance.

Lovely to meet you, Martin. Bye!

She's got really confident.

I mean, she was never exactly shy at college,

but she's grown somehow.

I know I'm a head too, but Holly actually owns half her school

and she can play that cello thing.

Hello. Not for me, thanks.

Go on, they're going to be delicious.

Salmonella en croute, made yesterday by unwashed strangers. No thank you.

Martin, you remember Annie, don't you?

Um... You sat next to her at my 60th.

Annie made all the food for tonight.

Annie, this is Louisa... What happened?

Bit of a mix up.

You being your usual charming self?

He didn't know he knew her.

I need the lavatory. I'll meet you outside.

Great concert. I better get back.

(Classical singing)

You're very emotional, Louisa.

Shh! What?

You're not obliged to spoil it, you know.

Are you wearing perfume? Yes.

Is it sandalwood?

No. It's Kenzo Flower.

I'm on liverwurst pheromones.

Androstenone fibres, a sort of sandalwood odour.

Faintly urine-like, if you prefer.

It's the pheromone associated with the onset of the menstrual cycle.

And it's often accompanied by mood swings.

Urine-like?

It's only faint.

Am I right?

A woman doesn't have to be getting her period to be a bit emotional.

Is, uh, something else bothering you?

Would you like the radio on? I'm not bothered.

It's because I spotted your mood swing, isn't it?

I, uh... I wasn't criticising.

If you want to know. I'm interested.

Mood disorders are significantly more common amongst women than men

and this appears to be directly linked

to the effect of the estrogen progesterone... I don't care.

I just thought you might like to know why you're cross.

I'm not cross, Martin. You seem cross.

It's us, Martin.

We're not going anywhere, and we never will.

And I'm sorry.

Martin, I'm really, really sorry.

But I don't want to see you anymore.

Goodbye.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

I used to go once a day in the morning.

Jack used to say he could set his watch by me.

Now if I'm lucky it's once in four, five days?

And they're horrid, shrivelled little things,

not like a proper jobbie. Excuse my language.

It might be what I'm eating, of course.

(Fades out)

Are you going to let it down?

AIR ESCAPES

Fine.

Pauline. Yep?

I'm going out.

Mrs Post needs her blood test. I'll do it.

Switch that off.

That's really stupid!

I told you twice.

One citrate and one heprin, yeah?

Hello, Marty. Aunty Joan.

(Knocks)

Hello! Hello.

Isn't this gorgeous?

It was really strange, someone just knocked at the door.

But it can't have been you, can it?

I didn't see anybody.

When will the results come back?

It's all taken care of, Mrs Post. Off you go now.

You on lunch yet? I got us a picnic.

Oh, that's really sweet, Al.

But there's stuff I've got to do, sorry.

(Sighs) Well, I don't mind waiting if it's not too long.

You should take a break though, Pauline.

Right. Picnic. Lovely. Come on, then.

Well, don't do me any favours.

Oh! I won't then.

What, are you going to run a restaurant for carnivores then?

Are you? Where are you going to get your vegetables from?

Marty, Marty, will you come here?

He's not going to tell me the price of veg.

We have a verbal contract, Bert.

What am I going to do with all this stuff?

What's going on?

Lighten up, Al.

Marty.

Oh. Bert doesn't want my vegetables. Too expensive.

Perfectly reasonably priced, cheaper than the market.

Bloody fool's not going to make any money

if he hasn't got any food to serve, what's he going to do? Hmm?

Yes. Yes, what?

Sorry, what did you say? What are you so glum about?

I'm fine.

Oh. Well, what's for lunch?

Ah... I'm not actually eating.

OK. I'll be off then. Right.

Things go dolally between you and Louisa last night?

Hmm? Oh, she seemed a bit fed up.

Any outing between the two of you is an accident waiting to happen.

Sorry Martin, but there it is.

Right, I'd better crack on.

Oh, Martin... Thanks for the vegetables.

Well, I think you're brilliant

to have stuck it out in the same sector.

How many to a class?

35, average. God, how exhausting.

Still, it is a pretty spot.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's just... a teensy bit claustrophobic? No?

I bet you know who lives in every one of those little cottages.

And that's got its upside.

What do fishermen talk about?

I'm sure it can't be just fish.

They're not all fishermen.

There's all sorts here, some wonderful people.

Really? You don't miss London at all?

I miss college and all that sometimes.

But that was 100 years ago.

150,000. Now that's head salary plus dividends, of course.

It was really tricky at first, filling the classrooms.

You've not had a bother with that, of course.

You just open the doors and there they are,

the great unwashed with their kiddies queuing up.

(Laughs)

What? Your accent.

What about it?

I don't know, it's a lot posher than it was in Graham Terrace.

Well, I suppose it is. I hadn't really thought about it.

You've gone more yokel. I'm not criticising.

It happens, doesn't it? It's who one mixes with.

I've become quite good friends with some of the parents, actually,

which is nice.

And it also means that there tends to be

somewhere warm to go in the holidays.

Your boyfriend's got a bob or two, hasn't he?

I don't really know. He's not my boyfriend.

Bit of a bust-up last night?

Yes.

Terminal?

Yep.

Oh, I'm sorry, ladies, but lunch has stopped.

We do have some pasties,

or there's some nice cheesecake.

Just coffee, thanks.

Will that be cafetiere or instant?

Cafetiere, please, Bert.

Lou, what are you doing in the Autumn break?

You said you had to work. Um...

So what's going on?

I've got to send Mrs Whatsit's test to the lab

and order more paper towels.

You know. Stuff.

With you and Mick.

Nothing. Oh, really?

Well that's not what it looked like, Pauline.

Oh, Al, you are so sweet when you're this wrong.

I was just in the pub.

I just don't trust him, Pauline.

He's a creep. He's...

Pauline Lamb?

Mmm?

I've come for the scooter, love.

You're three weeks behind. Sorry.

Hang on.

No, please, I can pay.

Alright?

Not right now but tomorrow, first thing.

Oh! Come on, mate. She said she'd pay.

She's not had a letter or anything.

Don't do that, sir.

Al, come on. Leave that man alone.

Pauline, get inside.

You, mind your own business.

DOG BARKS

Now, you will think about it.

I mean, seriously, we are not getting any younger. That is true.

The spare room's tiny, but you can stay as long as you like.

Just...have a sniff about.

I'm sure the comprehensives will be gagging for you.

Take a look at Queensgate too, of course.

Not the headship, I'm afraid that's already gone.

We can have a little party. See if I can rustle up Joe and Libby.

(Yelps)

Oh! (Shrieks)

Not now, Al. I'll deal with it. But she paid cash for that scooter,

money from a scratch card... Obviously not.

I just want to make sure she's alright.

She isn't, and you can't fix it. You can see her after work.

But... Goodbye, Al.

(Sobs)

Right. Mr Knight?

Armstrong.

Wait in there. (Sobs)

Pauline!

Do you have a gambling problem?

I never win anymore.

Are you addicted?

Are you in control of your betting

or is your betting in control of you? TELEPHONE RINGS

Surgery.

Where?

Don't touch her.

(Sobs)

Pauline, cancel all my appointments and wait there.

MAN: Didn't take long, did he?

(Sighs) What's her name?

Holly. Holly, what happened?

I was climbing down that thing... (Gasps)

And then she jumped and sort of slipped.

Where does it hurt? Don't point.

Base of my spine.

Do you have a history of back trouble?

Nothing this bad. Can you get up?

No.

Where are you staying?

I've got to be in Bude for by 5:00 for rehearsal.

Not today. Well, I don't have any choice.

Up you get then.

You can stay at my place.

We need a board to carry her on.

(Men mumble)

Needs a door or something.

What does? To carry her on.

Oh. Not many doors on a beach.

If it was driftwood.

Maybe.

This alright, Doc?

Yes, yes, just... Put it down beside her.

(Gasps) Alright.

On my count - one, two, three.

(Men grunt) (Shrieks)

(People chatter)

Steady there, boys, steady.

Steady. There we go. (Strains)

Lower away. Stand back then, Al.

Are you alright, Holly?

Oh!

Is upstairs alright?

Anywhere near a lavatory.

Ugh! Steady. Steady.

Actually, let me go first.

(Men struggle) OW!

(Squeaks bedsprings)

Careful first thing in the morning,

shaving and doing your teeth and so on.

You'll be right for the rest of the day.

Mind her elbows on the door.

Do you stretch? No.

Never stretch. Don't force it.

Just be careful that first half hour.

Get her right round, boys.

'Cause once it's gone, it's gone.

Then all you can do is wait.

Ooohhhh...

That's it. Going to heal itself. Isn't that right, Doc?

Yes, it is. Right. On my count - one...two...

three. (Shrieks)

(Gasps) Thank you, gentlemen.

(Shudders)

Uh! (Gasps)

Any numbness or tingling in your legs?

Um... This one a little.

She may have ruptured a disc.

(Unsnaps bag) Anti-inflammatories. Two every four hours.

If that doesn't do it, I'll consider an epidural.

Don't worry. When it's calmed down a bit, he'll have a proper look.

Yes, alright, thank you.

(Mouths)

What have you got for the pain?

Ah...paracetamol and codeine.

Mrs Tishell will have some, if you don't. Yep.

Call Pauline if it gets much worse.

Otherwise, I'll call in the morning before surgery.

Will I be OK to drive tomorrow?

No. You'll be here for a while.

Unless you can't make it to the lavatory,

in which case you'll be hospitalised.

Louisa. Bye-bye.

I'll...I'll just go fetch some water.

It-it's quite serious then, if you're coming back tomorrow?

I ought to keep an eye on her.

Call me if you need to.

AUTOMOTIVE ENGINE HUMS

(Quietly) My God.

Good evening.

You had your supper? Yes, I have, actually.

Liar.

So, are you still down in the dumps then?

What do you want, Aunty Joan?

Well, I didn't want you to go on moping for too long

so I decided to speed the process up a bit.

Goodie.

Stop fretting, Martin.

Chalk and cheese - the pair of you.

She was never going to make you happy.

Observe and move on.

Jolly good. I'm not hungry, you know.

Ssh-shush.

(Flicks switch) Mm.

Why do you say that?

Say what? That we're chalk and cheese.

(Sighs) There's nothing that you can do about it, Martin.

Oh, thanks, Auntie Joan, that's really helpful.

She likes people. Are you saying that I don't?

I'm not criticising you, Martin. You are...

Well, you're you.

If by that you mean that I say what I think,

that I don't have a pre-disposition toward the convenient lie,

then, yes, guilty as charged.

(Rattles dishes)

(Sighs) So what does one have to do

to achieve a blissful personal life like you?

I notice you live alone.

Thank you, Martin.

We are what we are. We can't change.

Nonsense. Of course we can. No, we can't.

Can. Well, maybe you couldn't, but I could. What?

Talk rubbish and smile all the time if there was any point

but there isn't, so I don't, it's quite simple.

STIRRING MUSIC PLAYS SEA BIRDS SQUAWK

Morning, Doctor. Off to do the epidural?

Bobby Skinner carried her up from the harbour.

I do his ironing.

How's the non-lactose diet coming along, Mrs Lamb? What?

Doing without milk. Are you managing well enough?

I do my best.

I'm sure you do.

Good.

Morning.

(Shrieks)

What happened?

Ooh... Take my weight. I need to pee.

Under the arm. (Gasps)

Oh, down, on my hands at least.

Oh. Ooh. (Pants) Forward, forward...

Oh, God!

(Shudders) Did you sleep alright?

Like a baby. How do you think I slept?!

(Gasps) Argh!

Every time I moved I woke up in agony.

Sorry. (Yelps)

What time's Dr Delight

getting here with the drugs? BELL RINGS

Good morning. Good morning.

Thank you. How's the patient this morning?

I don't know how much she's exaggerating.

But she's complaining a hell of a lot

and I can't seem to do anything right.

Oh. Well, she must be in a lot of pain.

Good morning, Holly. Hi.

Did you get a good night's sleep?

No, I bloody didn't.

Oh, dear. Um...

Well, let's have a little look at you, shall we?

Ah? Can you lie on your tummy?

(Gasps) Would you like some assistance?

No, I'll do it. (Gasps)

I'll give you a hand. OW!

Careful, Louisa. Sorry.

That's it. Now, can you get on your front for me?

(Shudders) Ooh... Don't hurry.

In your own time.

Brave girl.

(Unsnaps bag)

(Whispers) Um... What are you doing?

(Whispers) What? Being weird with Holly.

I'm not being weird.

Yes, you are. You're being all... all smarmy.

I'm not being smarmy. I'm helping your horrid friend.

What do you want me to do?

(Muffled) Pillow. Yep.

Uh! OK?

I'm going to inject cortisone direct to the affected area.

It should make you more comfortable. Why didn't I get it yesterday then?

Because yesterday, if I'd masked the pain,

you'd have done something stupid before the trauma stabilised.

Um...

The swelling needs time to...subside.

Where does it hurt?

(Groans) Up a bit. (Yelps)

Ye-yes. Ooh.

(Gasps)

(Shudders)

Oohhhh... There you go.

Will I be alright to drive this afternoon? No. No.

The tissue still needs time to heal. Well, how much time?

Two or three days...probably.

Oh, God. God!

Right. Finished.

Martin!

OK. So what was wrong with that?

With what? When I was being congenial.

Why do you always find fault? Me?

Yes! You. I don't think you know what you want.

Was that for me? Well...

There's no good acting nice, Martin. You've got to want to.

Why?

Mum?

How could you, Pauline? How could you?

What's that then? My credit card.

L1,295.50 vanished to Vegas Golden Nugget.

Not just a scrubber, you were a thief as well.

She has always been disappointing, but this goes too far.

This is criminal.

This is stealing from her own mother.

I'm an addict.

It's not my fault.

I'm addicted. Aren't I, Doc?

You're a criminal, that's what you are.

An ordinary low-down common-garden dirty little thief that...

(Forcefully) She's ill, you horrible woman!

How dare you! She is nothing. She is weak.

She should be locked up and throw away the key.

Mrs Lamb, you're an ignorant person so I'll try and keep this simple.

Your daughter doesn't want to gamble.

She derives no pleasure from gambling.

She's not in control. It is in control of her. It is an illness.

And for you to call it a weakness is unkind and unhelpful.

Furthermore, she's likely to have a genetic predisposition

towards addiction, which she has a 50%...

Five bananas...FIVE BANANAS!

What? Oh, my God.

How much? How much?

MRS LAMB! GET OUT!

Pauline.

Call Gamblers Anonymous immediately or you don't work here anymore.

And switch that off.

They didn't have any sundried, so I bought some fresh.

Whatever.

LIQUID TRICKLES

Coffee?

Holly? It's alright, I'm being careful.

You should be lying down.

How long for? A week?

I'm afraid my schedule can't quite accommodate that.

Bloody doctors.

GLASS TINKLES He's given me the drugs,

I'll do the rest.

He knows his stuff. If he says you shouldn't get up, then...

He's just covering his arse.

I'm not going to do anything stupid, am I?

Ahhhh... (Smashes bottle) ..Ah!

(Thuds)

Yeah, but if they're addicts, how can that help?

Yeah, alright. Alright.

I'll give it a go.

See you on Thursday.

For the scooter. Oh, Al.

TELEPHONE RINGS It was my problem, grant that.

Oh, that's really sweet, Al.

Ah, it was horrible.

TELEPHONE RINGING CONTINUES

Pay me back whenever.

Is that money? Al gave it me.

Just a lend, Doc. Give it back.

Uh...I...

Phone.

Portwenn Surgery.

Yep. Ooh. It's Glasson.

Louisa?

Has she got a pulse?

Is she breathing?

Don't touch her. I'll be right there.

What did she hurt herself on?

Bottle. It was a milk bottle.

(Slaps)

Polly! Holly.

Open your eyes, Holly.

Martin.

Holly?

Where are we?

(Rattles instruments)

I've got to...

check the bleeding. Let's get her on her side.

Now, very careful with her back. Uh!

(Shrieks horrendously)

(Gasps)

(Gags)

(Groans)

That's alright. (Continues groaning)

Holly, which hurts worst?

The usual place or...her?

(Shuddering/incoherent) ..place...place...

(Gasps)

Can you cut the shirt?

(Groans)

Is that OK? Yes. Up to the glass.

Now, this will help the pain a lot. Good.

Oh... Ooh...

(Sighs) Right.

(Coughs) Right.

(Laboured breathing)

(Vomits)

Do you want me to do it?

SQUELCHING

Right.

(Coughs) That hurt, Holly?

(Softly) Just a bit.

Holly?

What's happened?

God! She's morphine intolerant.

The injection?

It will be OK.

Right. In my bag, top left-hand corner, there's a glass vial.

Nalorphine. Nalorphine.

This?

Right. Can you do this?

No. I-I'd rather fill the syringe instead.

Ah? OK. Take the top off and insert that and then draw it up.

Ah?

Other way up.

Other wa... (Shudders)

Argh!

Have you got another one?

Open her shirt.

OK.

Right, don't touch her.

ENERGY SURGES

CARDIAC MACHINE WHINES

ENERGY SURGES

What's that? Adrenalin.

(Strains)

(Gasps)

(Sighs)

SIREN APPROACHES

Bear in mind that she's morphine intolerant.

(Instructs quietly) Got that, yeah.

That was brilliant.

I'll get my bag.

It's alright. I'll do that later.

GLASS TINKLES

I'll be off then.

You're an extraordinary man, Martin.

No, I'm not.

Marry me.

What was that?

(Places bag down)

Please, Louisa?

I can't bear to be without you.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes, Martin, I will.

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