I thought I told you to leave your spots alone.
But they looked horrible.
I also told you to stop using make-up.
I thought you were joking about that.
Why would I joke about that?
Make-up clogs the pores, which leads to a build-up of oil and bacteria,
which leads to acne and inflammation.
It's been two weeks, and my skin still looks rubbish.
Those pills you gave me aren't working.
Why do you come here if you won't listen to me?
I told you, doxycycline can take up to three months
to become effective.
But three months is ages.
I'm going to be a social piranha.
- Those pills are giving me headaches too. - They shouldn't.
When did that start?
- Doc. - Whoa!
Joe, I told you not to go barging in.
Doc, you need to come. Someone's been shot.
- Where? - I don't know.
It's not life-threatening, so I'm guessing the buttocks.
He means what place.
Oh, Casworon Farm.
Come on, Doc. I'll drive you up there.
- I was here first. - I have an emergency.
Make another appointment for this afternoon.
Morning, Bert.
Just to let you know, I've got a "for sale" sign to put up outside.
Now, give me a minute here. We agreed a deal with Ken.
Well that "deal" is null and void,
now he's playing a harp up on a cloud somewhere.
What's happening?
The pub was left to Ken's sister, and she wants to sell.
It's, it's not all bad news though.
In line with Ken's wishes, it won't be sold to a brewery.
Only offers from an individual,
and preferably local, will be considered.
Like us?
Like you...
Now you're talking.
But with deeper pockets, I imagine.
Have a look at that.
I'll be in touch. Cheery bye.
There he is.
Where's the patient?
Over here.
In there.
I see.
Where's the wound?
My leg.
Right, I'm going to have to cut your trousers so I can get at the injury.
What happened?
What happened is that psychopath shot me.
No. The gun went off,
and maybe he got hit,
but it was an accidental discharge.
It does sound like you shot him, Dennis.
If I'd shot him, I wouldn't have called you.
He's just trying to cover for the fact that I caught him stealing.
Shush! What's your name?
Robert. Robert Brook.
- Are you in any pain? - I've been shot!
Yes, I'm in pain.
Right, the bullet has grazed your thigh.
It's a superficial wound, I think. So, you've been lucky.
Lucky (!)
I suppose I should be thankful I wasn't shot twice.
You're overreacting.
It's a two two.
It's practically harmless.
If that had pierced the muscle or the bone,
it could have been extremely serious.
I'll put a dressing on the wound,
but I want you to come to my surgery.
Then you want to be arresting him. He was stealing my eggs.
- That's ridiculous. - Been happening for weeks.
It's nothing to do with me.
All I wanted to do was buy some eggs.
- Are you making an arrest or not? - Yes, I am.
Good.
Dennis Thorpe, you're under arrest for firearms offences.
Second collar this month, Doc... I'm on a roll.
We could never buy this place.
We can't get enough for a deposit, never mind financing a loan.
We need some venture capital.
An investor.
She's already said no!
Ruth has backed us before, we just need to change her mind.
Must be hard for you boys.
This place has practically become your home.
Caitlin? This is a private discussion. So...
The goal posts have shifted now that Ken's gone.
It's still a bad idea.
Well, at least it is an idea.
Which is more than you've had, boy.
Is this going to take long?
You've been shot in the leg. You're gonna need treatment.
And I'm gonna need a statement from you.
I'd really rather not. I'm on holiday.
I'd prefer to return to my camp.
You should've thought of that before you tried to steal eggs from me!
You're making a big mistake here.
Stay there.
I got you. Lean on me.
Right, Dennis Thorpe, let's get you processed.
I don't think this online calculator's working.
I thought I'd be able to borrow three times as much.
Well, if you lie about how much you earn then they'll lend you more.
I think they check, though, Dad.
Then we'll have to think of something else.
Can you tell me, in your own words,
your recollection of events at Casworon Farm
the morning of Tuesday the 26th, at approximately 0900 hours?
I heard the chickens squawking.
Normally they don't make much noise unless there's a problem,
which there was, someone trying to steal eggs.
Allegedly trying to steal eggs.
And that someone was Robert Brook?
Says he was trying to buy 'em, it's nonsense.
I've got signs up all over the place.
"Private property. No entry." Bugger off."
- And you live there alone? - Yeah. 20 year now.
When you came out the farmhouse, you had the two two with you?
I thought it might be a fox.
Then I saw him with the eggs,
so I went to fire off a warning shot.
You didn't think to speak to him instead?
If I wanted to speak to people,
I wouldn't have signs up telling 'em to keep out.
Next thing I know,
the gun goes off, accidentally,
and hits him in the leg.
Are we done here?
What? No.
We've just started.
It's cos of nosy idiots like you that I don't come off the farm much.
Sorry...
If you could possibly lay off the insults whilst we're recording,
it makes me sound bad.
Although, if you wanted,
you could mention how swiftly,
and professionally,
I dealt with the situation.
Anything further to add?
Not really, no.
Do you have any other firearms?
- Couple of shotguns. - Have you got a license for them?
Dunno. Somewhere.
- I'll need to see it. - Is that it?
For the moment.
You'll be released under investigation,
but I'll have to confiscate your guns and your passport.
You won't be allowed to travel abroad.
Wouldn't worry about that.
Furthest I've ever been is Torquay.
Is it nice? Torquay.
I've always wanted to go there.
Well, this should drain any excess fluid out.
How long are you staying here?
I'll need to take the drain out tomorrow.
Just a few weeks.
Camping.
Getting away from it all.
Bit of peace and quiet,
until this happened.
These stitches'll need to come out in about ten days.
While I'm here, can I ask you about my stomach pains?
How long have you had them?
I'm not sure, but they've been getting a lot worse.
Pull up your shirt.
- Any tenderness when I press here? - No.
Here?
- Here? - Yes.
Does the pain come in spasms?
- Any loss of appetite? - I haven't been eating much.
On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?
Maybe a six. A seven!
All right, pull your trousers up. And hop off there.
I'll need you to come back tomorrow for a scan.
Well, I was hoping to spend some time on my own.
- Can't we just do it now? - No.
You're coming in tomorrow to have the drain removed anyway,
I'll do it then.
Doc got you patched up all right?
Er, yes.
Make up a follow-up appointment for the patient tomorrow, please.
You'll need to fill out a temporary-patient form.
You're my first gunshot case...
Is it OK if I put my Bristol address?
- Yeah. That's fine. - Well, second really.
But first one, I shot myself,
so I don't really count that.
Can I give you a lift to your campsite?
Er, no! No camping.
That needs to be kept clean and dry.
Daryll Hannah. Go through.
I don't have anywhere to stay around here.
Or a change of clothes.
And my wallet's back there.
We'll sort something out.
I can grab some clothes from lost property.
Don't worry, I'll look after you,
you're my star witness.
10:50 tomorrow.
Thank you.
Al?
Can you get a room for Mr Brook?
Fella's had quite a time of it.
He was shot.
- Shot? - Big case.
Firearms.
Might make it onto the news, if I'm lucky.
Idiot farmer didn't realise I was buying eggs.
Look, I'm sorry, but as I explained to the policeman,
I don't have any money on me.
Well, we can start a tab and, erm, settle up later.
That's what I said. And get him some food on me.
- Really? - Yeah.
I'm sure we've got funds for this sort of thing.
Witness protection.
Protection? Why, am I in danger...?
No. No. I don't know why I said that.
I'm a bit over-stimulated.
Right, well, I'll pop back later and see how you're getting on.
- Well, let's get you settled, sir. - Thank you.
Shot shot?
Martin, are you OK?
I just heard what happened.
What happened? Where are you going?
I heard there was a shooting. Everyone's talking about it.
Multiple injuries.
One man was shot with a rifle. It's a minor injury, though.
Oh. Small-town gossip. I should know better by now.
I see Buddy's found his friend. I'm just picking up James.
- I'll see you later. - Yes.
- What are you doing in the sun. - I'm just having some chips.
I told you, doxycycline leaves your skin extra sensitive to sun,
you could get a rash or severe burn.
I think you're being a bit over dramatic, Doc.
Can't expect her to hide away forever.
Be quiet!
Did you make a follow-up appointment?
Not yet, no.
Come to the surgery this afternoon.
And keep out of the sun. Honestly!
- I don't know why I bother. - Tosser!
Oh... Go away.
Go away.
Someone's got a new friend. Or a first friend, to be exact.
Yeah. Who is that? I don't recognise him.
Oh, that'll be my son, Arthur.
It seems our children are somewhat simpatico.
You should arrange a play date. It'd be good for them.
Yeah, yeah, we should do that sometime.
I'll host if you like.
Bit creepy at your place. With all those coffins.
The children can play in them. The open ones anyway!
That was a joke.
And the surgery wouldn't be suitable, obviously,
because of Martin's patients and all their illnesses and things.
You could have it here.
Place is empty after nursery finishes.
Yeah, yeah, OK. Thanks, Mel.
Great. Well, how about tomorrow?
Erm, yeah.
So, what time should I pick him up?
The two of you would be supervising the play date.
- Obviously. - Obviously. Yeah.
Is it bad?
You have photodermatitis, from your antibiotic reacting in the sun.
Just like I told you it would. Imagine that!
Well, Rose thought it would dry out my spots.
Rose isn't a doctor.
I wasn't enjoying it anyway. Sun was making my headache worse.
Or it's those pills you gave me.
It won't be the pills. How long have you had the headaches?
A couple of weeks.
And I get like...fuzzy eyes. Things are blurred.
Why didn't you mention this before? Take a seat.
I was going to, but I didn't get the chance. You ran out.
Any other symptoms?
Yeah, I get this, like, water sound thing in my ear.
It gets kind of loud, then quiet.
Like, whoosh!
Be quiet.
There are signs of papilledema. I want you to have a scan.
You think I'm pregnant?
- A brain scan. - Oh...
No, wait, that's worse!
Papilledema is a swelling of the optic nerve
due to increased pressure in the brain.
- How bad is that? - That's what the scan will tell us.
Could be caused by a number of things.
Like a tumour?
Er, yes, that is a possibility.
You're saying I might have a brain tumour.
I'm saying it's a possibility.
It could just as easily be central retinal vein occlusion,
or optic neuritis, or diabetic papillopathy...
Oh, God.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Put your head between your knees.
I'll try and get you an appointment in the morning,
then come and see me in the afternoon.
- All right. - Good.
Well, you scrub up well.
I'd look better if I hadn't been shot.
Still, decent of that policeman to bring a change of clothes.
Not that I need charity.
Ah, Mr Brook, I'll, er, just get your food.
Let me get you a drink.
On the house.
I don't want to trouble you.
Oh, whisky, single malt.
A double would hit the spot.
At least there's something to remember Portwenn by.
That's very generous, Bert. And unexpected.
Now, the local pub is the heart of the community.
You're so right, Bert.
Will you stop standing and gawping? Go, shoo.
Here.
Here he is.
The man who's gonna help break the biggest case in Portwenn since...
Well, since forever.
Sausage and mash, extra onion rings, double fried egg.
Do you mind if I have a bite to eat while we talk?
So, this claim Dennis is making, that you're stealing eggs.
That's rubbish.
I was only choosing which ones to buy.
Well, he says there are signs up saying stay off his property.
OK, well, say that I'm the kind of man to steal eggs.
That I woke up one day and decided to be a thief.
Would that justify my being shot?
Well, no.
But he says it was an accident.
Bloody good shot for an accident.
- So you say you're from Bristol. - Uh-huh.
And what do you do for a living?
What does that matter?
Well, it's background. Always useful.
Married? Kids?
Just a wife.
I work for an accountancy firm, it's very stressful,
and I decided to get away on a camping trip.
She didn't wanna come with you?
No. She doesn't like the outdoors.
Is that against the law?
Are you all right?
No, I'm in pain, I'm in pain from being shot
by the man you should be interrogating instead of me.
All I need from you is an official statement tomorrow
and I can bring him to justice.
Don't worry, I'm all over it.
You not enjoying that?
No, no, it's, it's fine.
Like a mouse, she's always behind me.
Now, will you shoo? Shoo!
So sorry.
I forgot to tell you, James has got his first play date tomorrow,
with Arthur.
- Who's Arthur? - You know, Julia's son.
- Who's Julia? - The undertaker.
Oh, right.
What is it?
Erm, you didn't ovulate last month,
and I've had your anti-Mullerian hormone test back.
It shows a diminished ovarian reserve.
What does that mean? That I won't be able to conceive?
No. Low reserve's not an indicator of quality,
but it is a sign of a declining level of fertility.
Do you know, I'm starting to feel more like your patient,
rather than your wife?
And after I've lit all these candles and everything.
- Because? - Well, you know...
It's romantic.
And just in case we're gonna...
you know.
Because, Martin, it's the right time.
It's not optimum time...
Can we not use words like "optimum"?
It makes this all feel like some sort of experiment.
But your fertility's important to us.
Yeah, so maybe we should go and see a fertility specialist.
They'll only tell you the same as me.
But I don't need to wake up next to them, do I?
And strange as it may seem to you...
I'd rather not everything connected to this was so clinical.
I suppose a fresh pair of eyes couldn't do...
Yes, please don't talk.
Just put the "sold" sign on the banner.
- What? - It's sold?
Well, subject to contract.
Who to? We never even got a chance to submit a bid.
The buyer is confidential.
You had the same chance as everyone else.
We've got a right to know.
I am sorry, I am not at liberty to reveal her name.
She'll be coming by at 4pm today. I'll catch you then.
This is a disaster. Right before the wedding as well!
What are we gonna do?
Remember your blood pressure, right. Keep calm.
Did you hear what she said?
Yes, someone has bought the pub, so we're finished.
"I'm not at liberty to reveal her name."
"Her name."
A woman's bought it. And we all know who that is, right?
Think about it.
Mr Brook. How are you feeling?
I've been shot, stranded in this village,
and I've never felt so ill.
I was only being polite.
I'm sorry. I've had a rather stressful 24 hours.
I'll show you through to the doc.
Right.
That's good, yep, that's healing well.
I'll take out the drain.
How's it been feeling?
Erm, sore.
- What about your abdominal pain? - Worse.
D'you ever feel that life is punishing you, day in, and day out?
No. I'll give you an ultrasound scan.
That won't tell us everything, so I'll take some blood as well.
- All right. - Are you sure about this?
Last time, she made it very clear she didn't want to get involved.
That was then, this is now.
We need to be on the front foot.
This is our future we're talking about.
I wasn't expecting company.
I thought it best we come to see you.
- Now, see these small dark areas? - Yes.
These are diverticulae.
They're little pouches that have developed in your intestine.
When they become inflamed, it's called diverticulitis.
Whatever it is, it's bloody painful.
Oh, yeah, it would be. Here clean yourself up.
I'll prescribe an antibiotic.
And when your intestines had a chance to recover,
you'll have to go on a high-fibre diet
to prevent the condition reoccurring.
The best thing you can do is just go home and rest up for a while.
Metronidazole and co-amoxiclav.
Can I pick that up here?
No. You have to get it from the pharmacy.
No alcohol at all while you're taking those.
Make an appointment with the receptionist.
Does that mean I have to stay another night?
Yes, of course you do. I have to talk you through your results.
Right...
Right.
Let's get you down the station for that statement.
Turns out I need to make another appointment for tomorrow.
Er, nine o'clock?
Er, yes.
Right, then, it'll all be over soon,
and you can get back to your normal life.
Thank you.
Oh, thanks.
We just wanted to say thank you.
I know you've not done it for us,
but I can assure you
that we will do everything to help make it a success.
Well, that's awfully nice of you, Bert.
But I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
He thinks you've bought the pub.
Well, I haven't.
I think I'd have noticed.
There's a confidentiality clause, I suspect.
- Not to worry. - No, I really haven't.
Are you sure?
I give you my word.
I don't have any money to pay for these antibiotics.
Can you lend me some?
Er, there.
- You can square up later. - Thank you.
- Let's get this done first. - Yes.
Statement of Robert Joshua Brook.
The time is 11:43...
11:44.
Can you tell me where you were on the morning of Tuesday the 26th,
at approximately oh 900 hours?
- I was trying to buy some eggs from the farmer. - This man?
For the tape, I am showing Robert Joshua Brook
a photo of Dennis James Thorpe.
Yes.
Er, he came out of his farmhouse shouting at me,
so I turned to get away,
and then he shot me, in the leg.
So, he shot you?
Yes. You know that he did.
- And you weren't stealing the eggs? - No, of course not.
- And you think he deliberately shot you? - Yes, I do.
Great. I mean... Not "great".
Terrible. But it's good for the case.
Now I'll need some personal details.
If you could fill in your home address, and contact numbers.
Probably go to court.
You'll get a go in the witness box.
I might have to get up and make a statement myself.
Might even make the papers.
I would like to amend my statement.
It is possible that the farmer didn't mean it on purpose.
No, that's not what you said.
I was confused.
I think he fired a warning shot.
He said the weapon accidentally discharged.
Yes, that right. Accidental discharge.
I do not wish to press any charges as a result.
You're my star witness.
In fact, you're my only witness.
And if you are saying it was an accident...
Then my career-defining case
now becomes confiscation of a gun license.
Well... It's the truth.
It's the truth that matters, isn't it?
I want those clothes back.
Next patient, please.
Emily Burnett, but she's not here yet.
Doc, you have to come and see her.
She's totally freaking out.
- Who are you? - Rose Tingley.
Some people call me Tingles, but I don't really like it.
- Why are you here? - I'm Emily's housemate.
She went for that scan this morning,
and the hospital wouldn't tell her anything about it,
because she's probably dying,
and now she's locked herself in her room.
She needs to come to the surgery.
She won't, that's the problem.
I've got her scan results.
And you don't have a patient for half an hour.
All right, I'll go and see her.
You OK, Bert?
Well, apart from being homeless,
The pub has been sold out from under us.
Oh, dear, that is a shame.
Do you know who has bought it?
- What, the pub? - Yeah.
Oh, I haven't heard a thing.
Well, they say it's someone local. A woman.
- Might be Ruth. - No, it's not Ruth.
I'm sorry, I need to pick up this prescription.
Oh. You're the one that was shot.
Most of us round here don't approve of shooting strangers.
Thank you.
I'm afraid I have to stay another night.
- Doctor's orders. - You're most welcome.
- There we are. - And these, please.
Oh. 11.90, please.
Oh. I only have £10. I'll put this back.
No, no, no.
Let's call it ten, shall we?
- Really? - Hmm.
After all you've been through.
And that's for you.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
Right, boys.
You've got the whole place to yourselves.
Oh. Thanks for this, Mel.
No problem.
I think it could really help James with his social skills.
I'll get you some tea,
and I've got some leftover cake and bits.
James' social skills are fine.
Oh, yeah. I'm sure they are.
He's, er...
He's just a bit selective, that's all.
Gemma?
Emily!
Emily?
What?
I have got your test results.
Who is that?
It's Dr Ellingham. Can you open...?
- It's the doc! - I don't want to know!
Your scan is normal.
- What? - It's normal.
- Normal? - Yes, normal.
- Really? - Yes.
See? Told you that you were worrying about nothing.
Total drama queen.
Well, the scan was normal, but that doesn't explain the papilledema.
- Unfortunately, you're going to have a lumbar puncture. - What's that?
It measures the pressure of your cerebrospinal fluid.
I'll refer you, but there's about a week wait.
- Oh, my God! - What?
They get this giant needle and stab you in the spine.
- What?! - They don't.
It's a very fine needle, it's a completely painless procedure.
Well, then can we not just do it now and get it over with?
No. It ought to be done in a hospital.
Oh, I just went! Look, I cannot take this.
I can't take it either.
Please, Doc, she's gonna be like this all week.
Something's wrong with me, I know it, I'm dying.
There's not! Doc, please do something.
Shut up. Shut up!
Come to my surgery. I'll do it this afternoon.
- I'll bring her up later, Doc. - Four o'clock.
HE TRIPS ON A SQUEAKY TOY
I think I need another car!
- Oh, would you like some cake? - Oh, thank you.
You know, I didn't speak at all for the first four years.
My parents sent me to all kinds of doctors.
But they couldn't find anything wrong with me.
What happened?
One day I just asked for some milk.
I suppose I didn't have anything to say till then.
Well, children develop at different rates.
I've been learning all about that as part of my course.
Is that why you're studying?
Because James is...?
James is what?
Well, er, I feel a bit odd...
Are you OK?
I-I... I can't breathe.
Mel!
I just need you in here a minute! Mel!
My mouth's gone numb.
- OK, have some water. - Thanks.
What's wrong with her?
I don't know. I think it might be an allergic reaction.
- Do you have any allergies? - Cats.
Have you got an adrenaline pen?
- No. - We've got one.
I'll get it.
Sandra, can you take the boys to play outside, please?
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
In through the nose. Just breath nice and slowly.
- My face is burning up. - OK.
Mel!
Coming!
- Give it here. - I'll do it.
- THEY ALL SCREAM - Oh, my God!
Get another one!
I can't breathe.
PHONE RINGS
- Louisa. - Hello.
So, I told Mel to get an adrenaline pen.
Then Julia tried to grab it and Mel stabbed me.
She was obviously trying to stab Julia,
- but she stabbed me instead. - What?
And now Julia's swollen up like a beetroot balloon,
so you better get here fast,
because she needs help, and I feel a bit weird.
- Where are you? - Tots!
You know. Portwenn Tots! Please hurry!
In through the nose, out through the mouth,
in through the nose...
Out through the mouth.
In through the nose, out through the mouth...
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
- Have you had an adrenaline injection? - Yes.
Oh, you mean her? Yes! Her too.
Help her get her coat off.
Sandra has taken the boys out to play.
I feel like I'm talking a lot. Am I?
Er, a little, yes.
I'll give you another shot of adrenalin.
Looks like you've had a severe allergic reaction,
and your breathing hasn't recovered yet.
Definitely not feeling right at all, no.
That's the effect of the adrenaline pen.
Martin, do you like being a doctor?
Yes...
All you have to do to keep your job is to be nice and polite
to these people that they send to test you,
but you just can't seem to do it, can you?
And I know we talk about how James needs to learn to socialise,
but the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree, does it?
Louisa, try and calm down, you're winding yourself up.
Here, breathe in deeply into the paper bag.
Get some carbon dioxide back into your bloodstream.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
But what are we thinking? Trying for another child now.
We could both could be unemployed in a year!
- Are you gonna lose your job? - What are you allergic to?
Cats. And she didn't speak until she was four.
- Keep breathing into the bag. - I have hay fever.
And what have you eaten today?
Just homemade soup. Oh, and cake.
- Cake? - Cake.
No, not cake, banana bread.
That horrible sweaty cake
which has been left out in the sun for too long.
I'm talking a lot, but I can't seem to stop myself.
Just keep breathing into the bag.
No way. You bought it?!
- Dad. - Caitlin?
Seemed like a good investment.
Now, are you absolutely sure that it is was her, and not Ruth?
Definitely Caitlin, yes, yes.
I've still got the shop to run,
so all that will be different is the licensee's name over the door.
You can stay on as manager.
And as for you, Bert...
It's just possible that I may have been a bit sharp with you
on a few occasions recently,
but it's only because I've been very focused on the job.
I was about to say you can continue as assistant manager.
Who knows, there may be a wage hike.
If we get all the books in order,
and make sure we're all focused on the business side of things.
Hmm. Yep.
Have you ever had any other allergic reactions before?
Er...
Rubber gloves used to bring me out in a rash, so I stopped using them.
I use nitrile gloves for my work now.
Hmm, well, a latex allergy would fit with your reaction.
I didn't eat any gloves!
No, but there were bananas in the cake that you ate yesterday
and latex and bananas have similar proteins.
Oh, I wouldn't have made that connection.
- Do you think I could be atopic? - It's quite possible.
Er, you'll have triggers that would increase the reactions.
- Such as? - Stress is a common one.
Oh, I'm not that stressed.
Although...
I have just been through a protracted and rather messy divorce
and moved to a new village, and a new house,
and taken over the family business,
with a small child in tow...
Oh, funny how things sound worse
when you say them out loud, isn't it?
I'll write you a prescription for an antihistamine,
but I want you to come back in a week
for a full allergy screening test.
You must stop taking the antihistamine
three days before I do the test so that I get clear results.
Is that understood?
Thank you, Doctor Ellingham.
- So, can I put you on my list? - What list?
List of two GPs I need
to fill in the Crematorium Forms for the deceased.
You used to do it for my uncle?
- Yes. Yes, of course. - He was a terrible bore.
Did either of your parents practice medicine?
My father was a surgeon. Is that relevant?
I just think it's fascinating,
how we all follow in the tradition of our families.
You're healing the sick,
and I'm making sure they're disposed of correctly.
Sorry, I've spent too much time with my small child and a dog,
I think I'm starved of intelligent adult conversation.
Well, thank you for this, Doctor Ellingham.
You're welcome.
The anaesthetic should have taken effect now.
Can you feel that?
No.
Squeeze my hand.
Tell me when it's going in.
Just try to relax.
- Tell me when. - Keep still.
I am still. Just don't do it until I'm ready.
It's OK, Em.
- All done. - What?
Lie there, keep completely still for 45 minutes.
You got WiFi here?
- Yes. - So...
Password?
- It's not for patients. - That's not fair!
You can't expect us just to sit here and do nothing.
Read that.
Come in.
- Your food. - Oh, thank you.
Are you OK?
I still have a sore stomach, but the doctor gave me antibiotics.
I'm sure it'll shift soon.
Let me know if you need anything.
Is that the bill?
So far, yeah.
Yeah, we're under new management,
so we're keen to settle any outstanding debts ASAP.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow,
and the policeman is taking me up to the campsite and I'll get my wallet.
Oh, great. Well, I'll leave you to it.
- Al, can you get Mr Brook for me? - You're too late.
I checked his room earlier. But he's not here.
He must have gone to the doc, he looked terrible last night.
Oh. I said I'd take him.
Well, guess he decided to get a head start.
Oh, Doc, I did it!
Got the letter this morning.
You are looking at a fully-qualified first responder.
- Congratulations. - Do I get a title?
Like doctor.
I mean, not doctor, but you know...something else.
- No. - Oh.
Well, at least I got a certificate.
PHONE RINGS
Portwenn Surgery.
Here to pick up Robert Brook.
He's not here.
Erm, Doc, it's the lab for you.
Ellingham.
- So, has he been and gone already? - He hasn't been here.
That's a complete waste of my time.
We need to find Mr Brook.
Why? Does he owe you money too?
No, his inflammatory markers are high.
It's very likely that he has sepsis.
We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible.
Didn't he say he was staying at some campsite. Which one?
Dennis Thorpe will know. Come on, Doc.
What do you want now?
Do you know where Mr Brook is camping?
I'm sick of you people hassling me.
He's extremely ill. We need to find him.
He's a bloody thief, that's what he is.
Doc, allow me.
Dennis, we need to find him now
or there is a very good chance he might die,
which means you'd be looking at a manslaughter charge.
So...?
If it were me, I'd camp at Burly Woods,
there's water and shelter there.
Oh, come on!
Robert!
Over here.
Oh, good grief.
Is this your campsite? It's a dump.
What are you doing here?
I need to get you into intensive care.
I think you have sepsis.
Penhale. Get the Land Rover,
bring it as close as you possibly can.
If it's left untreated, it can lead to multiple organ failure and death.
- Is that cos I shot him? - Yes.
No. It's a severe abdominal infection.
He's left it way too late to get it treated.
It doesn't matter, I don't want to go on.
Oh, for God sake, shut up!
I'll give you a stronger antibiotic.
How long you been living here?
Couple of months.
I lost my job not so long ago,
and my marriage wasn't working out.
And then, I don't know...
Debts, bills, I couldn't afford the rent...
Aye, I know what it's like to have nothing.
Oh, for God's sake. Hold this.
Right, help me get him up.
- You got him? - Yep.
The eggs...
You were gonna buy them.
I know.
Right, come on.
Is there really absolutely nobody you can turn to.
No, not really.
Sometimes it's easier just to give up.
That's cheery...
I'm not gonna be able to settle up at the pub.
Or pay you back.
It's gonna take some time. I'm sorry.
Don't worry. We'll sort something out.
And you can still testify against you-know-who.
No.
I was never going to.
Oh...
I er, I had a thought.
If you need a place for a few weeks, get back on your feet, like...
I've got a spare room.
Providing you don't talk much, and stay out of my way.
No, no, you're trying to influence him.
That's witness tampering.
It sounds like a good solution to me,
if the room is clean and hygienic.
My house is very hygienic!
Although I could give it a quick wash and tidy up.
Well, I've never been one for charity...
Thank you.
So, you have idiopathic intracranial hypertension.
It's a build-up of pressure around the brain.
Oh, my God!
Calm down.
How can I calm down? I have pressure on my brain.
- Is it gonna explode? - No. And that's not helpful.
It can be treated.
I'll put you on acetazolamide to bring the swelling down,
and you can keep taking your acne medication with this.
But long term, I think we need to talk about your diet.
Doc, are you body shaming her? Cos that is so not on.
Maybe let him finish?
Only looking out for you.
I know, but he probably just wants me to cut down
on my fat and salt intake?
Yes, that's correct.
And keep a record of your headaches and how severe they are.
And come back and see me in a month.
Can I start wearing make-up again?
- No. - Aw.
Well, thanks, Doc.
That's for you.
Oh, what are you cooking?
- Trout. - Do you want some help?
No, I know how to fillet a fish, Martin.
Yes.
I've been looking up some fertility specialists.
Erm, it's quite a broad field.
I've provisionally made us an appointment with one,
a Dr Emma Ryder.
Oh, good. Thank you.
She's highly qualified, published.
Use the flat of the knife against the fish's backbone to guide it.
I know.
- It's a bit of a mess, isn't it? - Yeah, well...
It's probably the adrenaline from my accident, Martin.
No. It would have worn off by now.
Fine. Well, you finish it.
Do you have a spare fish?
Yeah...
We mustn't let the GMC fire you.
Why, are they going to fire me?
No firm decision has been made yet.
But I'd say the prognosis isn't good.
Louisa, I hope your patients
aren't going to obstruct the business of the surgery.
We call them clients, not patients.
Let me take you out on the waves.
Work off some of that tension.
You've got a heart of gold, Doc.
Some people would see a man like that tarred and feathered,
dragged through the streets.
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