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Here you go.

- Are any of your stethoscopes for sale, Doc? - No, course not.

- You taking them with you? - Obviously.

Oh, thought it was more of an office job.

Oh, no, no, I still have clinical duties.

Dr Ellingham?

Yes.

Henry Rice. We've talked on the phone before.

He's not selling his stethoscopes, if that's what you're wondering.

I wasn't. No, I'm here to look at some clocks for my antique shop.

I'm something of a horologist.

Yes, go through, please.

Remember, it's for the lifeboats.

So it's all for a good cause.

I know it's not easy parting with your collection,

- but think of it as a fresh start. - Yes.

Very nice, yes.

They are wonderfully maintained.

Thank you.

I'd be happy to take them all off your hands.

Yes.

Erm...

Maybe I'll just keep... that one.

And that one.

Er...

Excuse me, is there a doctor here?

I thought this was a doctor's surgery.

Yeah, it was, not any more. Permanently closed.

- You have to go to Wadebridge. - I don't even know where that is.

Isn't there somebody who can help me here?

I'm in a lot of pain.

Come on, then.

Recently, they stopped making them in Prague altogether.

Sorry, Doc, got a bloke here says he's in pain.

Arthur Collins. I think it could be broken, it's killing me.

- You'll have to go to Wadebridge. - Is that far?

No. All right, I'll... I'll see you here.

- Thank you. - What about the clocks?

Yes, you can take that one and the barometer for £300.

That's not what we agreed.

You said they were all for sale.

Well, it's what we've agreed now. It's for the lifeboats.

That one and the barometer for £300.

Give the money to Morwenna on your way out.

Excuse me, I have a patient.

Thank you. Take a seat.

Thank you.

So, how come the surgery is closed?

We are moving to London.

That's ironic, I've just moved from there.

That's no irony, that's a coincidence.

You're right, good point. Argh!

You've dislocated your shoulder.

I won't take your jacket off. How did it happen?

Something of a midlife crisis.

I had the smart idea of buying a farm to escape it all,

but it seems I'm not smart enough to put up a fence.

I was hammering in posts with a sledgehammer.

Stop talking.

I'll put your shoulder back in, this is going to hurt.

CRACK - Oof!

I'll put it in a sling. Need to rest for a few days.

Ooh.

It feels better, still really hurts, though.

Well, if that persists, take paracetamol

and ibuprofen together for the first couple of days.

It could be worse, I suppose.

Have you ever tried putting in barbed wire?

As experiences go, I wouldn't recommend it.

All right, keep your arm in that position.

I still have to vaccinate my cows. Am I gonna be all right to do that?

I just told you to rest your arm. If you need help, hire some.

There's no shortage of idle people in Portwenn.

So, if you're leaving, am I your final patient, then?

Yes, you are.

Well, it's an honour to be last out of the door.

Thank you, Doctor. And good luck with your move.

Yes.

Just remember to keep that arm up.

It's very important to take any stress off your shoulder.

OK.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

I'm just gonna pop out to meet Pippa.

- Are you OK to keep an eye on everything? - Yes.

Right, you've got two minutes.

Make your final purchases and then we close. Thank you.

Just remember, it's for charity. It's for the lifeboats.

- So, do give generously. - Yes.

Well...

today's the day, Sally.

- How are you feeling? - Wonderful, wonderful.

Just keeping myself busy by cleaning some coins.

Do you want to do this?

Well, I do have a lot more coins still to polish.

Come on, Sally.

KISSES - Put it in the bag.

It's all part of the process. You have to let go, come on.

Have you seen Martin?

No, he's been busy. I thought he might come up to the chemist's,

but Morwenna has even closed the account.

You should come to the farewell party.

W-why would I want to stand around

celebrating the village losing the finest doctor they've ever had?

You need to say goodbye. You'll regret it if you don't.

So, I've got the PA system sorted.

- Al, you're bringing the food truck, right? - All set.

Caitlin, drinks?

Both soft and alcoholic.

I've distilled a very special whisky for the party as well.

The Ellingham single barrelled malt.

How? You haven't got a still. You blew it up.

Plus, we only decided to organise a farewell party a few days ago.

You cannot distil whisky in that time.

That might be a trade secret, boy.

Or you just printed new labels and stuck 'em on old bottles?

The Doc won't know the difference, he don't drink.

Janice, decorations?

No, I'm looking after James and Mary all day tomorrow.

Oh, you did say you'd help.

Are you paying me? Because the Doc and Louisa are.

I've got more bunting and decorations in the shop.

You're very well organised, aren't you?

Careful, Bert.

You'll make me blush.

Oh.

OK, let's give Portwenn...

the best leaving party it's ever seen.

I've got you a little something.

Oh, Pippa, you didn't have to.

Well, it's the end of an era, isn't it?

Besides, when I say little, I mean it.

- Ah. - Here.

It's a school magazine from way back when.

- I'd forgotten about this. - You had an article in that.

"A letter to the Louisa of tomorrow."

Oh, God, that's right.

Yeah, I wrote this in English class when I was 13,

and it got chosen for the school magazine,

which I was very proud of at the time.

Pippa, how bad is it?

It's actually quite sweet.

- Go on. - Really?

"Dear Louisa of tomorrow,

"I hope you're looking after me wherever you might be.

"Maybe you're in London,

"Paris or New York. It wouldn't surprise me.

"We were always meant for bigger things than Portwenn."

I don't think I want to go on.

Well, skip to the... the final paragraph.

"Wherever you've ended up, I hope you're...

"happily married with two children and a dog.

"And I look forward to one day being you

"and reading this letter from me,

"the Louisa of the past."

See, you're finally living the dream.

Just took a little longer than expected.

If I knew how stressful it was gonna be

to get all packed up and ready to go,

I might have thought differently.

Oh, you'll be fine once you've settled.

I know I'll miss Portwenn.

Yeah.

But it's the right decision.

That's why I gave you this.

If you ever have any doubts,

just remember this...

was always the plan.

Hello. Is Martin home?

He's in the consulting room.

How's he been?

You know the Doc, a never-ending flood of emotion.

Martin, are you all right?

Hello, yes, I'm fine, I'm fine.

It looks as though you were about to be sick.

No, it's nothing. It's just something I ate.

- How was the sale? - There were a lot of people.

I hope you didn't sell those books I asked you for.

No, they're in the kitchen. Come through.

I think it would be a good idea if you gave Mrs Tishell

a chance to say goodbye.

She's finding it all quite difficult.

- What was it you ate? - What do you mean?

Well, just now, when you were feeling uncomfortable,

you said it was something you ate.

Er... that was nothing, don't worry about it.

Well, remind me to send you a copy of the manuscript of my new book.

- You might find it enlightening. - Another one?

Oh, I know, I shouldn't have done it,

but I was just organising some thoughts

and, well, they just organised themselves

- into something of a study. - Thoughts about what?

On you, I suppose.

You've written a book about me?

I've written a book about your condition.

You can't do that.

You're a very interesting case, Martin.

A doctor with certain physical reactions

to certain emotional situations.

Haemophobia has been pretty well covered.

You're not gonna dig up anything new.

Well, my theory is you never had haemophobia.

You've been suffering from unemotophobia,

a fear of emotion.

That doesn't even sound like a real thing.

Oh, it is. It causes a physical reaction

when the prospect of an emotional response arises.

Rapid heartbeat, extreme nausea,

even vomiting. Who does that remind you of?

I think your new book sounds terrible.

Well, you won't have to worry very much about your condition soon.

Because you won't be practising.

Which is a waste, if you ask me.

I didn't.

Nevertheless,

I'll send you a copy of the manuscript, just in case.

Thank you.

All right?

That's me done, then, Doc.

Oh. Right, yes.

You found another job yet?

I'm doing a paramedic course.

We talked about it.

Yes, of course we did, you're absolutely right.

Well done, good for you.

Gonna miss this desk.

We've had our ups and downs.

But this job has meant a lot to me.

And I suppose I'm gonna miss you, too.

Please don't hug me.

Come on, Doc.

I know you better than that.

Thank you, Morwenna.

You've been very...

very good.

Thank you.

I'm not gonna miss answering that phone, though.

'Thank you for calling Portwenn Surgery.

'Please leave a message...'

Cheers, Doc.

'Hello, Doctor, it's Arthur Collins. 'You fixed my shoulder.

'I had a bit of a mishap with a cow vaccine.

'I've accidentally stabbed myself.'

Hello.

Doctor, hello.

Yes, I was vaccinating the cows and one of them

suddenly shifted out of the way, and...

Well, I managed to stick it in my leg.

Oh, for God's sake.

- 'Should I take it out?' - Yes.

Sit down, elevate the injured leg.

'So the vaccine doesn't spread through your bloodstream.

'What sort of vaccine is it?'

It's... Argh!

It's IBR, Infectious Bovine Rhinotracheitis.

- Oil or gel based? - 'Oil.'

Well, that's good, it won't spread through your system too fast.

- So there's nothing to worry about? - 'No, there is.'

I'm gonna have to come to you and cut open that puncture wound

and flush it out before it does any more damage.

- Where do you live? - It's, erm...

Haven House Farm, up by St Teath.

Oh, yes, I know it.

I'm really sorry about this. I know you're busy packing.

I'll leave the front door unlocked for you, OK?

All right, I'll be right there.

Just one last patient, then?

One last idiot, he injected himself with a cow vaccine.

He's staying up at Joan's old house.

Yeah, I heard someone had bought it, but I didn't know who.

That'll be a bit strange.

No, shouldn't be.

I won't be long, I'll just get my bag.

Oh, God!

Five free-standing bales over there,

and 12 over there in four stacks of three.

She's very well organised, isn't she?

I thought that's what you didn't like about her?

You said you were trapped like a bird in a cage.

But...

I think I might, you know, miss her more than I realise.

Well, ask for dinner or a drink.

I don't know what I'd say.

Well, be direct, she'd appreciate that.

- Oh, she's coming. - Could you do it for me?

- Dad! - Just a water, Al, please.

Yes.

- You OK, Bert? - Oh, yes.

No, I, er...

I just wanted to ask you something.

I...

I was wondering if you...

- if you might want to... - To what?

To...

sell me some more napkins for the caravan park.

How many? 500? 1,000?

Oh, 1,000 would be great.

I'll get that set up for you.

I told you, not there, over there!

Well, on the plus side, at least, you won't run out of napkins.

- Hello. - In here.

I'm so sorry, Doctor. Thank you for coming.

I thought you were gonna rest that arm?

What made you think you could vaccinate cattle single-handed?

Well, in retrospect, it was obviously an error of judgement.

Where did you inject yourself?

- Right here. - Right.

- Take off your trousers, please. - OK.

I'll give you a local anaesthetic.

It'll need a few moments to take effect.

Argh!

Do you mind if I sit here?

No, of course.

So, I'm going to make a five-centimetre incision,

and cut away the subcutaneous fat,

and remove the oily residue from the vaccine.

Good. Lovely.

I suppose, as a local, you're used to this kind of farming accident?

I'm not a local, and you're the first patient I've ever had

who's injected himself with a cow vaccine.

- Is that numb? - Yep.

OK.

Look away.

Oh!

I'll just flush out the wound now.

Right, that's got that.

I'll stitch the wound now.

So, is this you off to be

a big-shot GP on Harley Street or something?

Er, no, it's more of an academic role.

Oh, that's a shame, you're a good doctor.

Straightforward, direct.

Probably tired of seeing idiots like me all day.

It's nothing to do with that.

I was offered a job and I took it.

Well, I know the feeling.

I was after a change, when I moved here, too.

Used to be a stockbroker.

Everyone said I was making a mistake.

That I wasn't cut out to be a farmer.

Well, they're probably right.

All right, that's the...

stitches in. I'll just put a dressing on that.

You'll need to have those stitches out in about ten days.

And you'll have to go to the surgery in...

In... in where?

Wadebridge. Excuse me.

All right.

I think you need to rest and recover.

By "rest", I mean rest.

If you need help on the farm, then hire someone.

Are you OK?

Er, yes, it's just something I ate.

Do you know this place?

You knew where the toilet was without asking.

Yes, my aunt used to live here.

I spent a lot of time here as a child.

Something of a second home.

It must have been a great place to grow up.

Yes, it was. Yeah.

- But you're not a local? - No.

But you spent chunks of your childhood here

and then moved to live and work here as an adult?

Yes, that's right, yeah. I won't be back.

Oh.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

- Bye, Doctor. - Goodbye.

You can put your trousers back on now.

Chicken, supper!

Maybe he didn't hear you.

Chicken! Supper!

Chicken, come on, supper.

Chicken!

Martin, when was the last time you saw Chicken?

No idea.

He never misses mealtimes.

He's a stray, he's used to being out and about.

What happens if he doesn't come home?

He will.

I'm not going to London without Chicken.

I'm sure he'll be back in the morning.

Go and brush your teeth, we'll be up in a minute to tuck you in. Go on.

Martin, what are we gonna do if he doesn't come home before we leave?

It's a dog.

He's not. He's family.

Well, fine, then, if he does turn up,

we can arrange to have him sent on.

If? Are you gonna be the one to explain that to James?

That we'll be leaving and we might never see Chicken again?

Louisa, we can't all be held to ransom by a dog.

It could be days or weeks.

Or never. How are you gonna explain that to James?

Well, we've got to do something. James won't leave without Chicken.

- Morning, Doc. - Yes.

Doc, you know the rules about flyposting.

Oh, is Chicken missing?

I thought you didn't even like that dog.

I've done Roscarrack, then I'll go up Church Hill.

Can you take the rest of these and put them up Sprools End?

I appreciate your family is probably upset,

but the law is the law.

I'm asking for your help.

Oh, well, that means a lot, Doc.

You reaching out to me like that.

I suppose sometimes friendship's more important

than stuffy rules and regulations.

Hmm. Right the way up Sprools End.

Quick as you can.

- Yes. - Thank you.

- Doctor. - Mrs Tishell.

I wonder if you could put this in your window for me, please?

Mrs Tishell?

- Chicken. - Yes.

Are you really leaving today?

Yes we are, yes, yes.

There's a party and then we're leaving.

It's just, I wanted to...

I wanted to say goodbye.

Right, yeah, well.

- Goodbye. - No, no, no, no, no, no!

I'm not ready, I'm not dressed, I'm not...

Erm, I want to say goodbye properly.

Er...

Can I...

Can I come up to the surgery, please?

Yes, if you want to. I'll see you later.

I nearly sent out a search party for you as well.

I've been putting these up.

Oh, Martin, these are great.

I didn't want anything to delay our departure.

Is Chicken here?

Er, no. No, he's not yet.

You told me he would be, so where is he?

Well, we don't know where he is just yet...

- ...do we? - No.

- Hi, now! - Morning, Janice.

James, are you ready for a day of fun?

No.

OK, well, I have to look after your sister and you anyway.

Because Mum and Dad need some space to pack up your room.

We're not leaving.

Chicken's missing.

Oh, poor you.

I know how that feels.

When I was ten, my dog Poppy ran away, too.

- Did she come back? - No.

Main thing is not to lose hope.

I'll keep an eye out for Chicken.

OK. Thank you, Janice. See you at the party.

Oh, and this.

James. Now...

try not to worry.

I miss Chicken as well,

and we will find him, OK?

Go with Janice.

Dr Ellingham?

Yes, come through.

All these boxes here, and those chairs there.

There's a further eight boxes in the sitting room.

There are four boxes upstairs on the landing.

All the boxes are numbered.

And here's a full inventory of their contents.

- Right, very thorough. - Thank you.

Well, we'll get to work, then. Right, then, John...

It's so strange to see it like this.

Everything all packed up.

What did you expect?

Excuse me.

- Actually... - Hello.

Doctor, hello, it's Arthur.

Dislocated shoulder, cow vaccine mishap.

- What have you done now? - 'Nothing.'

I think I might have seen your dog. You're missing one, right?

'I picked up a flyer in the grocer's this morning.'

Are you sure it's the same dog?

Well, it looked a lot like him in the photo.

I saw him nipping over my fields.

I tried to get him to come back, but he just ran off again.

All right, we'll come and get it now. Thank you.

- He's found Chicken? - Well, he thinks it's him, yeah.

I don't understand what the dog is doing at Joan's farm, though.

He must have jumped in the car with you when you went up there.

What? Surely I'd have seen.

Hello, Sally.

I just dropped by to see if you wanted to come to the party with me.

Oh, er, no. No, I, erm...

I've arranged to say goodbye to Martin up at the surgery.

Well, that's good.

Will you come to the party afterwards?

Yes, I think I will.

The village needs me to be strong. Yeah.

- That's the spirit. - Mm-hm.

We're gonna be late for our own party.

If it's the right dog, then it shouldn't take too long.

I know you don't want to go, Martin,

but it'll be the last time you ever have to do this.

I know.

And I want to do it for you.

Well, it should mean a lot to both of us.

They don't do this for everyone.

I know you don't like it here,

but people just want to say goodbye to us.

TUNE STOPS - What do you think?

- Well... - It's fantastic, isn't it?

Doc's gonna love it.

You're going to miss him, aren't you?

I try not to think about it.

That's the best way to deal with uncomfortable emotions, isn't it?

Push them to that pit in your stomach

and hope they go away.

Well, I don't know that that's the best way.

Well, you've learnt something new.

Thank you so much for getting in touch with us.

- We were getting very worried. - No problem.

I saw him racing across those fields over there.

- We'll go and have a look. - How's your leg?

It's a little bit sore. I'd have caught him otherwise.

- Yeah, yeah. Thank you. - Thanks. Goodbye.

Here, you might want to crack open the Ellingham single malt.

Crowd is getting a bit restless.

I thought you were saving it as a gift for the Doc and Louisa.

Unless you were planning on charging them for it?

No, I thought it might be nice for them

to have it as a memento of the place.

You can be nice, Bert,

when you want to be.

- I was thinking... - Yes.

If you want to increase that napkin order to 3,000,

you will be making a saving in the long run.

Oh, right, yes, good idea.

Or you could just say whatever it is you really wanted to say to me.

I made a mistake.

I miss you.

I was wrong.

"I was wrong?"

Those three magic words

I thought I'd never hear from you.

I miss you, too, Bert.

But you are still buying those napkins.

Chicken!

Chicken!

You know, you're wrong, I don't dislike Portwenn.

Well, maybe not, but you don't seem to like it much either.

Well, it's not... I think the village is all right.

- But it's the people. - Well, I'm a Portwenn person.

Well, obviously, not all of them.

Just most of them. Not you, obviously.

- And so are your children. - Yes, technically they are.

Chicken!

- Come here, Chicken! - Come here!

- Come here, boy. - Come here!

No, no, don't bark, you'll scare the cows.

BARKING - Chicken.

- Martin, maybe we should move. - OK.

Nice and quickly.

Chicken.

Faster.

Oh!

Martin! Quick!

Martin!

Jump!

Oh! God!

- Are you OK? - No.

- You all right? - Yes.

- Martin. - I've cut myself.

Martin.

Oh, my God. I need to put a tourniquet on that.

- Can you put your hand on the wound? - Yeah.

- OK, press hard. - Eurgh!

God, it is really bleeding.

I must have torn my brachial artery

on the barbed wire.

This is very serious, isn't it, Martin?

Yeah, I'm losing blood very fast.

Erm... You have to get my medical bag out of the car.

- No, I can't leave you like this. - It's not far.

- Go as fast as you can, please. - OK.

Is Dr Ellingham here?

No, he's gone.

- Gone? - He said he'd be back soon.

I'll wait for him inside, then. Thank you.

All right.

Everything's gone.

Well, yeah, that's the point of moving.

Everything moves with you.

There you go, Ruth.

He doesn't want it.

He's worried about Chicken.

- Can you keep an eye on him for a bit? - Yes, of course.

When is the Doc arriving?

I don't know.

He's not a great fan of parties, but he's usually punctual.

Yeah.

I've been calling him, but he's not answering.

Martin, are you OK?

I got your bag.

I tried to call an ambulance, but there's no signal.

- So I'm gonna go and get some help. - No.

You need to help me stop this... bleeding.

I don't carry an artery clip,

so you're going to have to

tie it off with a suture.

No, I don't think I can do that, Martin.

Yes, you can. You have to.

Open the bag.

Second drawer down on the right, there are some...

...some gloves. Put them on.

- It's just a question of... - Yeah?

..tying a suture...

around the artery.

Third drawer down on the left,

there is a sachet of chlorhexidine wound cleansing solution.

- Third. - Open it.

- And pour it into the wound. - This one?

That's it, well done.

OK.

How bad is this, Martin?

Argh!

It's not good.

OK.

OK, top centre drawer,

there's a suture pack with a big curved needle in it.

That's it.

That's it, well done. Yeah.

I want you to put your finger

into the wound and scrape out any clotted blood.

OK.

This is gonna hurt, isn't it?

Yeah, a bit.

Argh!

OK.

OK, now put your finger in

and hook up the artery.

Martin, God.

I'm still losing a lot of blood. Hook it up,

and then put the big curved needle under the artery and tie it off.

Argh!

Under. Yeah?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- OK, tie it good and tight. - Yeah,

Yeah?

Oh, God.

Oh, oh.

I-I-I never thought he'd actually leave.

Erm, but.. it's real, isn't it?

I mean, all this is real?

Yeah, I hope so.

Otherwise, we've just wasted the best part of a day.

No! No, no.

I can't... I can't let this happen.

Oh, no! Oh, God.

Er... Oh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- What are you doing? - He has to stay.

He has to.

Get down from there.

You can't leave, you can't leave.

Get down from there!

Dr Ellingham!

You have to stay!

Please!

Oh, dear. Joseph.

Yeah, we've got a problem. I'll go have a word.

Quick as you can.

OK?

That's it. Nearly done. OK.

Yeah.

We're there.

OK, Martin.

We need to get you to the hospital, OK?

You're gonna have to help me.

On three. One, two, three.

Please, Martin, please.

Please.

That's it. No.

Martin.

I'm gonna have to get some help from the farmhouse.

I'll be as quick as I can, OK?

Martin!

I called an ambulance, but it's going to take over an hour.

It's too long.

I thought so, so I got this to get you to the car.

OK, on three,

we're gonna lift you up, OK?

One,

two, three!

Ooh.

Martin, careful.

Careful!

Ah. OK.

Martin, keep your eyes open.

- Joe. - Sally.

Joe.

- Sally. - Oh, Joe.

I thought I was coping.

But I'm not.

All those empty rooms, I mean, that's not right, is it?

So I'm not coming down...

until Dr Ellingham agrees to stay.

How's you being up there gonna change that?

Well, because none of you have even tried.

You're all just partying and joking down there.

Whereas if you really cared,

you'd come up here with me. Come on, Joe.

The Doc's not gonna change his mind, Sal.

Come on down.

No.

We are losing the finest man the village...

has ever been graced with.

The least you can do is to try.

Dr Ellingham!

Martin!

My Martin!

Careful.

Do you need me to come with you?

No, we just need to get going, thank you.

If I see your dog, I'll let you know.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

We'll be there soon, Martin, just stay awake. OK?

I'm gonna call Ruth. OK?

Martin!

Yes?

'Martin, hello?'

Ruth, there's been an accident.

Martin's torn his brachial artery.

And he's bleeding very badly.

So we're driving to the hospital now.

Oh, Louisa. Is he stable?

I tied the artery the best I could, but...

- 'You did?' - Yeah, under his guidance,

but he's lost a lot of blood, Ruth.

So, with James and Mary, could you look after them, please?

No, don't worry about the children.

Just call me as soon as you get to the hospital.

I will, yeah.

Not too far now, Martin.

I don't...

I don't dislike Portwenn...

at all.

Yeah. It's really not that bad, is it?

You know...

- ...I had a lovely... - Oh, Martin. Martin, please.

Please, just hang on, please.

Martin.

Please, please.

You're gonna be fine, Martin. It's gonna be fine.

What if she comes down in a bit,

and then when the Doc comes back, she gets back up there?

No, I want her off my van right now.

- Sally. - Oh, Ruth, I know how this looks.

And I appreciate all your help,

but the heart wants what the heart wants.

Martin's had a very serious accident.

Louisa's with him in the hospital...

Drive me to the hospital now. Get me there now.

He needs me, he needs me there.

Take me to him. Take me to him.

Is he gonna be OK?

- I don't have that information. - Take me there.

- We just have to wait. - Take me there now.

No, let's get you home.

Mrs Ellingham.

How is Martin?

I'm sorry.

- No, no, no. - What?

Oh, no, I'm sorry, I meant I forgot my reading glasses.

I'm sorry, I realise that must have sounded really bad.

How is Martin?

Your husband's fine.

He's lost a lot of blood, but he's stable.

- And he will make a full recovery. - Thank God.

- Did you tie off the artery? - Yeah.

Good. Nice work.

When can I get to see him?

He's in Recovery. You can pop in in a minute.

- Yeah, thank you. - OK.

Ruth, Ruth.

Yes.

No, no, he's gonna be OK.

Yeah. Thank you.

No, I'm fine.

Martin.

I've been so worried.

It's OK.

Just get some rest.

I'll bring the children to see you in the morning.

I've brought you children and croissants.

Thank you.

- Mummy! - Good morning.

How is Daddy?

Yes, he's gonna be OK and we're gonna see him this morning.

At the hospital.

Oh, Mary.

Missed you. Good girl. Look at you.

- Hello. - Hello.

I believe this... this belongs to you.

- Oh! - Chicken.

You found him. Thank you so much.

My pleasure.

It's nice here.

Everybody looking out for everybody else.

Makes a nice change from the city.

- Thank you very much. - It's my pleasure.

James, we need to get Chicken his breakfast.

Cos we need to go soon. Come on.

- Goodbye, Chicken. - Bye. Thank you so much, Arthur.

Good boy.

- Chicken. - Come on, Chicken.

Was... was that the Doc?

No, he had surgery yesterday.

No-one checks themselves out of hospital the morning after surgery.

You wouldn't, would you? But it is the Doc.

The Doc's back home.

Everybody, the Doc's back home!

- Martin. - Hello.

We were just coming to see you.

I discharged myself.

- Are you sure you're OK? - Yeah, I am.

Thanks to you. You saved my life.

Oh, it was just one stitch.

What would happen if we stayed here?

I thought you wanted to go.

I did, but I was only thinking about what was ahead,

and not what we'd be leaving behind.

You're probably not thinking straight, Martin.

Do you want to leave?

I wanted to support you

and I didn't want you to feel that Portwenn was holding you back.

It's not.

It's given me everything, my whole life.

It gave me you.

It's our home.

- Exactly. - Yeah.

You missed the party, so we brought the party to you.

How are you feeling, Doc?

Erm, fine, thank you, mainly.

You got a new leaving date, Doc?

- Actually... - We're not going.

You're not going today?

No, we're just not going.

So, you're going tomorrow, then? Or...

Mrs Tishell, we're staying.

Make up your mind, indecisive tossers.

I was really gonna miss you, not.

Thank you so much for coming up here.

I'm so sorry we missed the party.

But Martin really does need his rest now.

Daddy!

We found Chicken!

You should be in hospital.

They're not leaving.

So, does this mean you're still the doc, Doc?

Yes, I am.

Well, you're gonna need to find yourself a new receptionist.

But...

I suppose I can help you out for a while.

I think that's a wonderful decision.

You might as well still have your leaving present anyway.

It's a clock.

A brand-new one,

to replace all those old, knackered ones you had.

Thank you, Joe.

Come on, Sal.

Let's get you to bed, you need your rest.

Doctor's orders.

Just hold that a second, would you? Thank you.

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