(theme music) ♪ ♪ (bottles clinking) (seagulls crying) (engine revs) ♪ -Hello.

-Hi.

-Oh, you've lost Buddy.

-Yeah.

He's been missing for a couple of days now, so if you see him... -I'll keep my eyes out for him.

-Thank you.

♪ (blender whirs) -Hello.

-Hi.

(Louisa) I've handed out leaflets to everyone and everywhere I can think of.

(Martin) Have you tried the pound?

They might have him.

They put them down sometimes.

Don't say that in front of James.

I don't want to upset him.

(Martin) He won't understand what I've said.

Here.

What's in this?

(Martin) Uh, broccoli, spinach, and kale.

It contains vitamins, fiber, calcium, iron, folate, and potassium.

Mm.

It tastes like it.

-Mm.

-Thanks.

-Morning.

-Morning, Ruth.

(Louisa) Hi there.

I'll just finish getting James ready for nursery.

Then you can take him along.

Oh!

Thanks for this, Ruth.

We really appreciate it.

(Ruth) Oh, it's no problem at all.

I'm looking forward to spending some time with him.

(Martin) I wish you'd stay here while they were fixing your boiler.

It'd be much easier.

Oh, I like it at the pub.

It has character.

I hope you're preparing properly.

-It's a complete farce.

-Oh, that's the spirit.

(Martin) It'll be pretend patients presenting pretend illnesses in the presence of some ghastly assessor reporting on how I pretend to diagnose them.

(Louisa) I'd better get going, then.

Going to have a lovely day with Ruth.

Yeah!

There we go.

-Well, good luck today.

-Thank you.

(Louisa) See you later, sweetie.

Thanks, Ruth.

Bye!

(Martin) Right.

I'll open the surgery.

(rooster crows, chickens cluck) (Joe) Apart from the tractor and digger, was anything else stolen?

(George) No.

Policeman's here, Billy.

Say hello, then.

-Hello.

-Hello.

So you didn't see or hear anything last night either?

No.

I-I wouldn't have 'cause of my machine.

Your machine?

(George) He's got this white-noise thing.

It helps him sleep, apparently.

(Billy) It's calming.

(Joe) Well, I'll send my report to stations in the area so they can keep their eyes peeled.

Do you have the chassis numbers for the vehicles?

(George) Should all be there, but just let me know if it's not.

We'd meant to do a big tidy-up of the farm, paperwork and all, after Dad died, but... well, you know how it is.

Work gets in the way.

Wonder how they managed to move the tractor and digger without making any noise.

(George) Could've used a low-loader.

Suggests they're professionals.

It's all about finding patterns.

(George) That's the last thing we need.

We don't know how we're gonna replace them.

-You don't have insurance?

-Well, yeah.

It's just the hassle, isn't it?

Plus these companies are always try to screw over the working man.

Well, I'll take one last look around the yard.

You'd be surprised what the trained eye can pick up.

(George) You want a tea or a coffee?

-Billy can fix you one.

-I wouldn't say no to a coffee.

(George) You heard the man, Billy.

Milk, two sugars.

(melodramatic music) ♪ (Morwenna) Surgery's closed this morning.

GMC assessment.

♪ We're not open this morning.

Oh!

What are you doing here?

(Mark) If I told you that, I'd have to kill you.

Not that I would.

It's just an expression.

I'd never actually kill anyone.

(Morwenna) I thought you were in Poland.

(Mark) No.

Living in Exeter now.

It's a long story.

(Morwenna) Right.

Sounds great.

So, you're working here now.

That's a relief.

I had you down as a possible.

-A possible?

-Criminal in the making.

I remember you were something of a shoplifter.

I forgot to pay for a packet of crisps...once.

(Mark) The jails are full of people who forgot things.

Anyway, good to see you on the straight and narrow.

-Is the doc in?

-Uh, yeah, he is.

But the surgery's closed this morning.

It won't take long.

It's police business.

And I'll bet he'll be stoked to see me.

Guess who, Doc!

-Doc?

-(door opens) It's me.

Yes?

How can I help you?

-Mark Mylow.

-I know.

(Mark) You...don't seem surprised to see me.

(Martin) I didn't know I was supposed to be.

Are you well?

I'm good.

Yeah.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Have you...redecorated in here?

No.

You've got a dog.

(Martin) It's a stray, currently missing.

(Mark) Well, if I see anything, I'll let you know.

I'm actually here with a case, but maybe two birds, one stone.

(Martin) Did you want to see me?

(Mark) Just wanted to say hello.

Also, I've had a pain in my spine, my upper legs, and my pelvic area, plus a feeling like I've got a full bladder all the time, and then trouble, you know... Any other symptoms?

Stings when I finally do manage to...

I think it's prostate cancer.

Why do you think that?

I looked it up.

I need to give you a full examination.

I have an appointment, but I can spare you five minutes.

Thanks, Doc.

You're the only one I trust to do this.

(door closes) (Martin) The examination table, please.

Get onto your side.

I'll give you an internal examination as well.

Please take off your pants.

(Mark) I don't mind telling you, Doc, I got a little nostalgic for my time here.

Time passes, you get older, and you get to wondering where all the years have gone.

(Martin) Stop talking.

(gasps, exhales sharply) There's no sign of anything unusual.

I'll take some blood and urine samples and run some tests.

How long are you staying in Portwenn for?

I'm actually here in an official capacity, very hush-hush.

(Martin) Hop up on the table, please, and take off your jacket.

Give me your arm.

(Mark) God!

Remember how you used to have that blood phobia?

Used to make me laugh.

A doctor who couldn't stand the sight of blood!

(suspenseful music) (Snorts) Sorry, Doc.

♪ (door opens) (Martin) Come back for your test results on Wednesday.

(Mark) Thanks, Doc, and, uh... maybe we can catch up over dinner sometime.

Uh... -Oops.

-Oh.

Careful there.

I'll arrest you for speeding.

-(chuckles) -Ah.

Yes.

Very good.

Dr. Ellingham, I am Dr. Edward Mullen, officer of the GMC.

Call me Ed.

I'm here to carry out your assessment.

I know you find this whole shooting match a bit of a pain, but, uh, I have a job to do, you've got a job to get back to, so let's make this as painless as possible.

-I'd appreciate that.

-Great.

Now, I have hand-picked three guinea pigs from my own patient list.

They'll have their symptoms revised.

No peeking, now.

The whole thing should only take a couple of hours.

They'll come in.

They'll explain to you... (Martin) Yes.

I know how it works.

(Ed) No.

It's just part of my remit includes explaining to you... (Martin) It's not necessary.

(Ed) Right.

Well, let's get this show on the road, then.

Mm.

(paper tearing) (melodramatic music) Why do you think he's here?

(Bert) Oh, routine inspection.

He's never done one before.

Maybe he's come to congratulate us.

(door opens) (Bert) Ah!

Ken.

You're here already.

You caught us in the middle of our daily cleaning routine.

-Right, boy?

-Yeah.

Do you want me to show you around?

-I've made some improvements.

-Sounds good.

Bit of a long journey here, though.

-I'll fix you a drink.

-Uh, Ken don't drink.

I meant water.

-So, Ken, how are you?

-Sorry, Bert.

Do you mind if we catch up later?

I might have a quick lie-down.

(Bert) Exactly.

Uh, you're in number 5, overlooking the harbor.

Nothing but the best for the boss.

(Al) And don't worry.

I'll bring the suitcase up.

Any room at the inn?

(Al) Mark!

(laughs) (Sally) Dosage is on the label.

Goodbye.

(door bell jangles) Oh, dear!

I thought I told you to go see the doctor.

(woman) He's closed all morning for some assessment thing.

-What assessment?

-Morwenna said it was for the BFG or something.

-GMC?

-Could be.

I'm closing for a bit.

Go!

Out!

Out!

Get out!

All of you!

Out, out, out!

-Out, you!

-Well... (Sally) Out.

Go on.

(doorbell jangles) (Ed) So, I have placed some extra sheets on the reception desk here.

Jill!

You're up first.

Now, remember your nonverbal cues as well.

(door closes) -Is that the assessor?

-Sorry.

Who are you?

(Sally) Fellow medical practitioner.

I thought it might be prudent to give you some context.

(Ed) Context?

(Sally) Dr. Ellingham has been a great servant to the village.

And on personal level, he's helped me hugely after the death of my husband.

Have you lost a loved one?

-Yes, actually, I have.

-Recently?

(Ed) No.

(Sally) I was just looking at it!

(door opens) Doctor.

Carpal tunnel syndrome.

-What?

-I think you should leave, lady.

(Martin) I think you should leave, too.

(melodramatic music) ♪ For your information, Doctor, I would've expected to see numbness and tingling in the thumb and forefinger, discomfort in the wrist.

I would recommend the patient use an ice bath three to four times a day.

And if there's any wastage of the thenar eminence, I'd suggest surgery.

Shall we pretend to see another patient now?

♪ (Ed) Sit down, Jill.

All right, Jerry, you're up next.

Don't mess this up.

♪ (water lapping) (Al) So, how long you been back?

-Almost a year now.

-No way.

I did try to get ahold of you a while back, but your phone was no longer working.

(Mark) New country, new phone.

I was gonna get in touch, but I was swamped with work.

Earning my stripes.

You know how it is.

(Al) Yeah.

I don't know.

Still make time for people.

(Bert) Actually, Morwenna keeps saying you ought to make more time for her.

They're getting married.

Oh, congratulations.

Yeah.

I'm pretty lucky.

You know, she stole a packet of crisps once.

Right.

That's not really going to affect my decision to marry her.

(Mark) No.

I suppose not.

You always did have a thing for receptionists.

We have a word for that in the force, serial behavior.

(Al) Well, it's a small village.

How about you, Bert?

Any lucky ladies?

-I got engaged.

-Oh!

She dumped me.

(Mark) Oh.

That's a bit depressing.

Sort of wish I hadn't asked.

Anyway, the reason I'm here is the top brass in Exeter wanted to use my local knowledge.

Big case.

What can you tell me about the new boy?

-New boy?

-P.C.

Penhale.

Oh, Joe!

Oh, he's fine.

(Mark) Time was when a policeman had to be more than fine.

I've checked his records.

He's hardly got a string of arrests.

Well, it's pretty quiet 'round here, isn't it?

Oh, he did get kicked in the head by a horse once.

Yes.

(Mark) Well, I suppose I'd better check on in.

Every Sherlock has their Holmes traipsing behind them.

(Al) I think you mean Watson.

-I know what I meant, Al.

-Right.

Anyway, it's, uh, great to see you, mate.

(Al) Yeah.

(Mark) And I'm sorry for not being in touch.

(Al grunts) (birds chirping) (Martin) Have you lost weight recently?

(Jerry) A little bit, yeah.

(coughs) But it's mostly this cough and the, uh, sweats and headaches.

I'll look at your chest.

Lie down.

(Jerry) Oh, bugger.

It's gone fizzy again.

Just a minute.

(Martin) What do you mean?

What's gone fizzy?

Your legs?

(Jerry) Yeah.

(Martin) Do you have an urge to move them?

Do they get hot and itchy if you lie or sit still?

(Jerry) They'll twitch at night, too.

It's been driving the wife nuts.

(Martin) That's restless leg syndrome.

You should have your GP run some bloods and test your iron levels.

And in the meantime, lay off the caffeine and alcohol.

I have to give up the beer?

If you and your wife want a decent night's sleep, you should, yes.

(Ed) No.

Uh, that's not act-- He had influenza type A, so that's wrong.

(Martin) And what about his legs?

(Jerry) Well, sorry, Doc.

That wasn't part of the act.

I've just been suffering with these legs for a while now.

(Martin) Have you told your own GP about them?

(Jerry) Well, I did, but... you didn't follow up on them.

♪ (door opens, closes) ♪ Hello.

Hello!

Can I help you?

"How may I be of assistance?"

"How may I be of assistance?"

has more of an air of authority to it.

We're police, not fast-food workers.

And you are?

(Mark) Sergeant Mark Mylow.

-Oh.

Mylow as in-- -This is my old station.

Yeah.

I hope you've been looking after her.

(Joe) You left a box of clothes in the wardrobe.

But if you want them, it's too late 'cause I took them to the charity shop.

Except the fleece.

I kept the fleece.

It's nice.

I'm just letting you know that I'll be operating in the area.

Top-level hush-hush case.

Top-level hush-hush case here?

See?

Said too much already.

-Well, maybe I could help.

-I doubt it.

No offense.

This is a big-city crime.

Maybe if you told me... (Mark) A highly trained gang of thieves stealing farm machinery across the Southwest.

We had one of those last night.

Really?

Go on.

Show me.

-Uh, I want in on it.

-I'm the senior officer.

-I was first on the case.

-It doesn't work like that.

You could work under me.

I'll need someone to file papers, chasing up names and numbers, that kind of thing.

Suppose so.

♪ (Ed) So you haven't had sharp stabbing pains in your chest lately?

No.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, I'm sure.

I've been fine.

(Martin) I take it you're supposed to have sharp chest pains.

Am I?

Does it hurt when you take deep breaths?

-I don't know.

-Just give me a sec.

Check your sheet.

My sheet?

-Your symptom sheet!

-Oh, right.

Okay, hang on.

I forgot my reading glasses.

Let me... -You have costochondritis.

-Okay.

Great.

(Martin) I'm sorry, but I fail to see what this is achieving.

I've had enough.

It's a complete waste of my time.

(Ed) All right, Martin.

I admit that it didn't run as smoothly as we anticipated.

(Martin) You have one patient with an actual illness that you failed to diagnose, and this one doesn't seem to know why she's here at all.

(Madge) Oh, sorry, Doc.

How do I get treatment for costochondritis?

-It's not real.

-Okay.

(Martin) You don't have it.

You're cured.

(Madge) Oh!

Thank you.

-He's very good.

-Yeah.

Look, Martin.

-Doctor.

-I apologize.

Let's reschedule.

No.

I've done what was asked.

(Ed) I can't assess you on today.

-It was a total disaster.

-That's not my fault.

I have real patients with genuine medical conditions that need my attention.

(Ed) No, no, no, no, Martin.

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

I have fulfilled my obligation.

Goodbye.

(Ed) No.

It's not over until I say it's over.

(George) It's his stomach, Doc.

He's been complaining about it for days, and he just doubled up, so I drove him straight here.

(Martin) Well, why hasn't he come to see me before?

(Billy) I told him, but he said I was just whining.

(George) No, I never said that, Doc.

(Martin) Can you make your way through to the consulting room?

-Yeah.

-Oh.

No.

Consultations are private.

Thank you.

-Take care of him, Doc.

-(Billy grunts) Martin, I feel there's been a terrible misunderstanding.

(Martin) Yes, there has.

I have a patient.

Come over here.

Lie down.

Pull your shirt up.

Do you have a sharp burning sensation immediately above your navel?

(Billy grunts) (Billy) I-I can't eat properly 'cause it hurts.

Are you experiencing any stress at the moment?

The more you tell me, the easier it is for me to help you.

Dad died two years ago, left us the farm.

George really wants it to be a success, like he wants to prove something to Dad, you know?

But it's hard.

We're skint, and farms everywhere are going bust.

Some nights, I just dream I'm a bird, flying away.

But then even that gets stressful 'cause of the wind and stuff and I'm scared of heights.

(Martin) I need a stool sample.

I suspect you have a duodenal ulcer.

Uh, take this jar, go to the lavatory next door, and then make an appointment with the receptionist.

Come back and get your test results.

(George) Is he okay?

(Martin) He's just there.

(door slams) ♪ (Mark) What's that for?

You know.

(Mark) Hardly necessary.

I'm concerned about the MO.

These vehicles, not particularly high-end.

Doesn't fit the pattern that was established by the Bude, Wadebridge, and Padstow thefts.

(Joe) Well, maybe they had bad intel.

They expected better but in the end just took what was there.

(Mark) Maybe.

Did you check for tire tracks?

Yes.

Of course.

Although I could always go back up there, check again.

I'd better come with you.

It's quite possible you've missed something.

We'll head over in the morning.

They'll probably be pleased to see a proper policeman on the case.

♪ (dog barking) (Louisa) Hello.

Hello.

-How was college?

-Yes.

It was pretty good.

I've got my first supervised session in a couple of weeks, and I was thinking.

I was wondering if I could use the phlebotomy room, because you don't seem to use it anymore, do you?

Oh, I didn't know you were planning on doing it in there.

(Louisa) Well, I won't get in your way.

(Martin) That's what you said about the tuition group.

Um, yes.

Of course, if you have to.

(Louisa) I'll probably give it a fresh lick of paint.

It's a bit small and dingy.

How did it go with the mock patients?

(Martin) Oh, it was a shambles.

The supervising doctor was an imbecile.

You didn't tell him that, did you?

-Of course not.

-You say, "Of course I didn't" as if you've never called anyone an imbecile before, Martin.

I don't suppose anyone's called about Buddy, have they?

(Martin) No, nothing.

Sweet potatoes, broccoli, dark leafy greens, mackerel.

It's important you get as much protein and calcium in your diet.

(Louisa) When I'm pregnant, which I'm not.

Had some study time today, and I read all about secondary infertility... You know, impaired sperm production and fallopian tube damage and ovulation disorder and all that sort of thing.

I think you're w-worrying about a lot of fairly unlikely scenarios there, but...

But if you like, we could run some tests, check your hormone levels and ovulation and 28-day cycle.

The best chance would be the day after tomorrow.

(Louisa) Oh.

Well, put me in, then.

You don't need an appointment.

You're my wife.

(Louisa) That's handy.

♪ (Martin) You've had a liver transplant.

Oh, that's lucky, considering your history with alcohol.

(Ken) Only thing is, on my way down from Bristol yesterday, I started feeling ill. (Martin) In what way?

(Ken) Just tired, I suppose, like I hadn't slept for weeks.

(Martin) Give me your wrist.

You smell of smoke.

Have you started smoking again?

No.

(Martin) That would be idiotic, wouldn't it, given your medical history, if you started smoking again?

(Ken) I know that, Doc.

Your blood pressure's high.

You've put on a bit of weight, too.

Staying with my sister.

Feeds me well.

-You taking immunosuppressants?

-Yeah.

(Martin) I'll prescribe you some chlorothiazide for your high blood pressure.

Make sure you cut back on your salt intake.

And no caffeine, no alcohol, and stop smoking.

(Ken exhales deeply) (wheels clacking) -Louisa!

-Oh!

Mark!

I thought you were in... Poland.

Yeah.

I know.

It's a bit of a story, that one.

-Yeah.

-Oh!

(Mark) In Exeter now.

Back with the force.

Sergeant.

(Louisa) Wow.

Oh, good for you.

You look well.

I try to look after myself.

-You look good, too.

-Oh, thank you.

(Mark) Healthy.

I mean, nice.

Nice and healthy.

You always did.

Still at the school, then?

No.

No.

I've gone back to college.

I'm training to be a child counselor.

(Mark) Oh.

That'll explain the pushchair, then.

(Louisa) No.

That's mine.

Well, it's not mine.

It's my son's, James.

I've just dropped him off, actually.

I didn't know about that.

Is the father still around, or...

Yes.

It's Martin.

(Mark) Wedding ring, which means you... probably married him.

(Louisa) I did, yeah.

(Mark) That's great.

Is it great?

It is, yeah.

(Mark, exhaling sharply) That's great.

Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but there's a big case... criminals, that sort of thing.

Better go.

(Louisa) Oh, Mark, come here.

-It's lovely to see you again.

-I know.

I mean...me too.

I mean...thank you.

♪ ♪ (Ken) Sorry about yesterday.

I just didn't feel up to a big chat.

(Bert) No problem.

Would you like some breakfast?

-I can fix you something.

-No, no.

You'd best sit down.

I've been trying to think how to say this, and maybe it's best just to come out with it.

-I'm selling the pub.

-What?

(Al) But sales are up.

I can show you the figures.

This place has never done so well.

(Ken) It's not you two.

It's me.

I just want to cash in, move on.

See, I haven't been well.

Yeah.

We heard.

(Ken) I just want to see some of the world before it's too late.

(Al) Ken, let's discuss this.

(Ken) I didn't come here to discuss this.

I come here to give you fair warning and first refusal to buy this place.

(Bert) We can't afford to buy the pub even if you did give us a generous discount.

(Ken) I said first refusal, not discount.

Think about it.

Here's Samantha's card.

You'd best go through her.

(Ruth) Ken, how are you?

(Ken) Good, now that I've taken a weight off my shoulders, Ruth.

Oh, he seems happy.

(Al) Fff.

He's selling the pub from under us.

(Bert) Homeless, unemployed, and it's not even 10:00.

-Ruth... -No.

(Al) I haven't even said anything yet.

(Ruth) I could see where it was going.

And although I enjoyed-- no, not enjoyed... appreciated my time in business with you both... (Bert) But, Ruth, it's making a profit.

(Ruth) It's not the money, Bert.

It's what Ken said.

It's the weight on the shoulders, and I don't need it either.

♪ (dog barks) (Louisa) Buddy?

Buddy!

♪ Buddy?

Buddy.

Buddy!

♪ (Mark) Still can't quite believe it about Louisa and the doc.

He and I were good friends back in the day.

(Joe) Me and the doc are best friends now.

-Really?

-Yeah.

(chuckles) We get up to all sorts.

(Mark) I suppose you've got the time for it.

How many arrests have you made in the past few years?

(Joe) Modern policing's about crime prevention.

(Mark) Easy to say when there's no crime around.

(Joe) I improved on your record.

(Mark) Yeah...You came into a village that I transformed and made safe and reaped the benefits of my expertise.

(Joe) You went to Poland to become a plumber.

Why have you come back?

(Mark) It's a long story.

You let me do the talking up at the farm, all right?

Exeter have got a lot riding on this.

♪ Buddy!

♪ (dog barking) ♪ Hello?

Buddy?

-Can I help you?

-Sorry!

I've lost my dog.

-Is it dead?

-What?

No.

(Julia) This is the undertaker's.

-Mm.

-I think I can help you.

Follow me.

(clock chiming) (Louisa) Oh, look!

Buddy!

Oh, we've been so worried.

I'm sorry.

He's very single-minded.

Oh, he's been coming on and off for a week.

-Really?

I'm sorry.

-I thought he was a stray.

-I'm Julia.

-Uh, Louisa.

-Oh, hi.

-Have you just moved here?

I heard someone was taking over the undertaker's.

(Julia) I inherited it.

It just took ages getting everything sorted.

It's tricky moving when it's just yourself and a dog and a small child... Not in any particular order of preference.

(Louisa) Oh!

Well, how old is your child?

(Julia) Arthur.

He's nearly 3.

(Louisa) Well, if you're looking for a nursery, my son goes to Portwenn Tots up at the school.

-It's really very good.

-Oh, I'll bear it in mind.

Well, actually, while we're on the subject of local knowledge, I need to introduce myself to the village GP, but I hear he's something of an ogre.

-Oh, I don't know about that.

-Oh, no.

Everyone says he's got a very short temper and an even shorter fuse.

(Louisa) Yes, and he's also my husband, s-so... (Julia) Oh!

You should've let me keep talking, see how big a grave I could've dug for myself.

Yeah.

Well, um, we'll be getting out of your hair, then.

Sorry again about Buddy.

(Julia) Oh, we'll miss him.

♪ (Ruth) Any luck with Ken?

(Al) No.

Dad spoke to him about lowering the price, but he won't budge.

(Ruth) He's just had a health scare, hasn't he?

Pretty big one, yeah.

(Ruth) That can make someone reassess their life.

Sometimes they go too far and throw the baby out with the bathwater.

So what are you saying?

Don't try and negotiate the price.

It won't work.

He's in a mindset where selling is the only option.

You have to try and make him reconsider.

I don't see how.

(Ruth) He's had a transplant.

Show him that a lump sum now would be very ill-advised.

A steady flow of income would be much better for him.

I see where you're going with that.

There you go.

You and your father are good salesmen.

Sell him on that.

Hm.

Thanks, Ruth.

♪ (Joe) Looks like they got a replacement.

♪ (birds chirping, cattle mooing) George?

(chickens faintly clucking) George!

(Mark) You need more authority in your voice.

George!

(Joe) George!

-George!

-George!

-Geor-r-r-r-r-ge!

-George!

-What's all the noise?

-Oh.

(Mark) Sergeant Mark Mylow.

You're the aforementioned George, then?

I am.

I didn't realize we were getting more police in.

(Mark) You may be a victim of a gang that's been targeting farms.

Oh.

Oh, I didn't know about that.

That's worrying.

(Joe) I see you've got a new tractor, then.

(George) Yep.

A mate of mine over Camelford loaned it to us.

(Mark) I wanted to ask you a few more questions.

(George) I'd love to help, but maybe down at the station later.

My brother is not feeling so good right now.

That's fair enough.

(Mark) Are these the only roads in and out of the farm?

(George) Yeah.

(Mark) I don't see any significant tire marks here or out in the lane.

(George) We had a storm the night it happened that must have washed any tracks away.

(Joe) That's right.

That's why I didn't find anything in my initial investigation.

(Mark) Where were your vehicles locked away?

(George) In the main barn back there.

(Joe) That's actually all in my report.

(Mark) It doesn't do any harm to double-check.

(George) I'm happy to go over everything down at the station, but Billy needs his rest.

Doc's already done a test on him.

We're waiting on results.

(Mark) Very well.

You remember anything, call me.

♪ (doors open) ♪ So...you got into debt with Ruth?

(Al) Massive debt, yeah.

(Bert) Ridiculous.

(Ken) How is that gonna convince me not to sell?

(Al) Because we paid it all back, Ken.

We worked like crazy, made all that money.

That is the sort of level of dedication we can give you.

I don't know.

(Bert) Ken, I've known you a long time, right?

You'll get a lump sum, and then you'll blow it on some extravagant world tour, which you won't enjoy, and then you'll come back to a wet and cold England with no assets and no cash.

(Al) Or each month, you get that much from the profits.

Okay.

(Al) Okay, we got a deal?

(Ken) No.

No.

I meant okay, I'll think about it.

-Right.

-Ah.

All right.

(Martin) Your samples have shown the presence of the helicobacter bacteria.

Helicopter?

(Martin) Helicobacter, germs that enter the body and live in the lining of the stomach.

But it does confirm that you have an ulcer.

That's not so bad, I suppose.

I've had mouth ulcers before.

(Martin) Stomach ulcers can lead to gastrointestinal bleeding or they can perforate, leaking the contents of your stomach into your abdomen.

-They're really quite bad.

-That's not helping, Doc.

(Martin) I'll write you a prescription for two antibiotics and omeprazole.

The omeprazole will stop the production of acid in your stomach, which will allow the antibiotics to work.

You should feel better in a few days.

Very important that you take all three.

Try drinking cold milk to ease the burn from the acid.

Eat little and often, mainly fruit and vegetables.

What's wrong with your hand?

Let me see.

It looks like contact dermatitis.

Have you been handling solvents?

(Billy) George had me painting in the barn.

(Martin) All right, I'll write you another prescription for some steroid cream.

Put it on twice a day.

(door opens) Feet.

(Billy) We'll just go to the chemist.

(George) Are you following us, Sergeant?

(Mark) No.

I'm here to see the doc.

(Martin) If you're going to do any more painting, wear gloves and a mask.

Next patient?

-Me.

-Come through.

Uh, don't suppose I could nip in first?

-I'm on the clock.

-You arrested me once for noise disturbance.

Yeah.

Well, I have to keep the peace.

I was singing "Happy Birthday" to my wife.

(Morwenna) Must be nice being back.

(door closes) ♪ (Al) So, how come you're picking Mark up?

Because His Lordship wants driving around while he's down here.

No doubt saving on petrol in his own car.

I thought you two would get on.

He's a pain in the you-know-what.

Thinks he's the big-city cop, as if I can't solve the case by myself.

Have you solved it yet?

No.

But...I'm close.

I can feel it.

(exhales deeply) He said he'd be here by now.

(Al) Hey.

What's that?

Oh, yeah.

It looks like paint.

Oh!

You beauty.

(Al) I thought you were waiting for Mark.

(Joe) Duty calls, Al.

If you see Mark, tell him Penhale has cracked the case.

(door opens, closes) Is it bad, Doc?

You can tell me, just nice and straight.

Rip the plaster off.

Well, your, uh, blood tests are clear, and your hormone levels are normal.

But your urine sample confirms my suspicion that you have prostatitis.

Prostatitis.

Oh, my God.

I knew it.

I think I'm in love with Louisa.

I always have been, and... considering my condition now, I just needed to say it, Doc.

Uh, prostatitis is a...a common, fairly, uh, minor infection of the prostate gland.

A course of antibiotics should clear it up in a couple of weeks.

So, just to check, no cancer?

(Martin) No cancer.

Thank you, Doc.

When you first arrived in Portwenn, I didn't think you'd last, but... you've made a real life for yourself here... Family, work.

You even have a dog.

You're a lucky man.

(Martin) Thank you.

(door opens) (hand slapping back) (Mark) See you around, mate.

(Martin) Your prescription.

(Mark) Oh.

Yeah.

Great.

The Louisa thing... Just kidding.

Should've seen your face, though.

(Ruth) What did Ken say?

(Al) He said he'd think about it.

(Bert) It's never good when Ken has to think about something.

(Al) No.

I reckon we just resign ourselves to losing the place.

Thanks for your advice anyway, Ruth.

It's much appreciated.

(Mark) Have you seen Penhale?

He's meant to be waiting for me.

(Al) He was here.

He rushed off.

Said something about, uh, paint and how he'd cracked the case.

Oh, my God.

♪ Ken?

It's Ruth.

(Ken) Hang on, Ruth.

Come in!

(Ruth) You know there's a £50 fine for smoking in here.

(Ken) Seeing as I own the pub, I thought I'd let myself off.

Don't tell anyone.

It's just the odd one.

(Ruth) On condition that you give me five minutes of your time to talk about Al and Bert.

I know you've heard their pitch, but I've been in business with them for quite a while.

All right, then.

♪ ♪ Oi.

You two.

I know what happened.

P.C.

Penhale.

What's happened?

(Joe) You pretended your farming vehicles were stolen when really you kept and repainted the tractor in an attempt to commit insurance fraud.

(George) I have no idea what you're talking about.

(Joe) Nice shade of red.

Recent, too.

I imagine if I check the chassis number, it will the same as the "missing" vehicle?

Billy, is this true?

-What?

-Is it true?

Look, Joe.

If it turns out you're right, just... just go easy on the lad.

He's had a tough time since our dad died, not been thinking straight.

(vehicle approaching, siren wailing) (Mark) I've cracked it!

-I cracked it.

-He was at the doc's, and the doc told him to wear gloves if he painted again.

-I know.

-Check the chassis numbers.

-I was going to.

-And we need to tread carefully.

This operation is almost certainly -just the tip of the iceberg.

-What do you mean?

(Mark) How many vehicles have you stolen in the last few months?

Stolen, painted, and moved on?

(Joe) You think George and Billy were behind the others, too?

(Mark) They're a lot cleverer than they look.

(George) There's no grand scheme, Sergeant.

Just a poor lad who made a silly decision.

(Mark) We'll see.

This investigation has only just begun.

(Ken) Okay.

(Al) Okay, you're still thinking about it, or... (Ken) Okay.

You've got a deal.

Ruth has told me from firsthand experience the benefits of being in business with you two.

And as long as Al remains in charge, I'm happy to go ahead.

I'm going nowhere, sir.

Draw up the deal and I'll sign it, then.

We've already got one.

Just need to date it.

(Bert) I think this calls for a large celebration.

(Ken) Actually, I've got to get packing.

-Oh.

Ooh.

-Ken?

(Ruth) Here.

Let us get you back to your room.

Bert, call Martin.

Tell him Ken is not well.

(Ken) I'll be right as rain in a minute.

Bring up the papers when you're ready.

(Bert) I'll be up in 10 minutes, mate.

(Mark) P.C.

Penhale, check the chassis number.

(engine starts) (engine revving) (Joe) Billy, no.

(George) I told you the boy is not right in the head!

Prison would be tough on him.

(Mark) I'll take that into consideration.

(George) Billy, get down.

-No!

-What's wrong with you?

(Billy) He read about the robberies in the paper.

He thought if--if we pretended ours had been stolen, nobody would get suspicious!

(George) Billy!

Look, he's really not well.

(Billy) You think Dad would've let this happen, trying to save the farm by scamming on the insurance?

(gasps in pain) -(engine revs) -Billy!

He's passed out!

Billy!

Get out!

-Billy!

-Out of the way!

(grunts) ♪ (George) Billy!

(crash) (rooster crowing, chickens clucking) (door closes) -Where is he?

-In his room, resting.

-Dad's up with him.

-I'll show you up.

♪ (knock on door) Ken?

It's Dr. Ellingham.

(Martin) What happened?

(Bert) He agreed to sign.

I was just helping him.

♪ He's dead.

-Bert!

-It's what he would've wanted.

(Martin) What's been going on?

It stinks of smoke in here.

(Bert) I don't know.

I just came up and saw him lying there, but there's no pulse.

-Poor Ken.

-Must have had a heart attack.

He didn't enjoy the best health.

I'll let the coroner decide what the cause was.

Hello?

Yes.

What?

Right.

I'm on my way.

I have an emergency.

I'll call the undertaker.

(Bert) This is probably inappropriate, but who owns the pub now?

(Al) Dad, that's very inappropriate.

-Of course.

-Bert, really.

(Bert) I know.

Not now.

You're right.

I'm sorry, Ken.

(Joe) Stay with us.

The doc's on his way.

(animals bleating) Sergeant Mylow?

Mark?

(cow moos) -Stop it.

-Oh!

I thought you were done for.

-Where are they?

-They're not going anywhere.

(Mark groans) Here's the doc.

♪ -Doc.

-What happened?

(Joe) He got hit by a tractor.

Ambulance is on its way.

(Martin) Where does it hurt?

(Mark) My leg, neck, and arm on the left side.

(Joe) Billy was driving the tractor.

He passed out.

(Martin) Wiggle your toes.

That's twice today I've cheated death, Doc!

(Martin) Mm.

In my car, in the boot, there's a neck brace.

Can you get it, please?

Stay there.

Don't move.

(groaning) Out of the way.

All right.

Take it easy.

-What's his name?

-Billy.

(Martin) Relax.

Breathe deeply.

(Billy breathes heavily) I don't think the ulcer has perforated.

I'll give you a strong antacid.

That should keep you going until the ambulance gets here.

-Do you have some water?

-Should be some in here.

♪ - Here.

-(Billy exhales sharply) That's it.

-And swallow.

-(Billy grunts) All right.

(Mark cries out) (Joe) You should've seen him, Doc.

He threw himself in front of the tractor to save George.

-Ohh, my arm.

-Sorry.

Mate, the doc's here now.

Talk about above and beyond the call of duty.

(Mark) Arm!

(Joe) No thought for his own well-being.

(Mark) My arm!

You're kneeling on my arm!

-Oh, right.

Sorry.

-Ow!

-It's hurt his arm.

-Aah!

(police radio chatter) ♪ (Mark) You arrested the brothers?

(Joe) Intent to defraud the insurance company.

(Mark) And there's no link between them and the big Southwest robberies?

It doesn't look like it, but you can have the arrests.

I mean, the way you threw yourself in front of that tractor -to save George's life... -It was nothing.

I suppose some people might call me a hero.

If they do that, I can't stop them.

(Joe) So, what did happen in Poland?

You keep saying it was a long story.

(Mark) Yeah.

It's for another time.

(Joe) Well, Poland's loss is Devon and Cornwall Police's gain.

It's been a pleasure serving alongside you, Sergeant Mylow.

Likewise, P.C.

Penhale, and it's good to know Portwenn's in safe hands.

-(Mark groans) -Sorry.

I forgot.

♪ -(thud) -Oh!

♪ -You all right?

-Mm, I don't like needles.

-Since when?

-Nobody likes needles, Martin.

(dog barks) (Martin) Get out.

(Louisa) He's just concerned about me.

(Martin) Go on.

(Louisa) It's lovely he's back in the house, though, isn't it?

(Martin) Mm.

This blood test will let us know if you've ovulated or not by measuring the amount of progesterone in your blood system.

As today is day 21, levels should be at their peak.

(Louisa) Oh.

Is this legal, you being my doctor?

(Martin) I'm not your doctor.

I'm your husband.

-Ow.

-Sorry.

Um, should've said, "sharp scratch."

♪ There you go.

♪ (Joe) 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 was stealing my eggs.

-That's ridiculous!

-Been happening for weeks.

It's nothing to do with me.

(Julia) Uh, g-give it here.

-I'll do it.

-Oh, my God!

(Sally) Oh, you were the one that was shot.

Most of us 'round here don't approve of shooting strangers.

Now Julia has swollen up like a beetroot balloon.

So you'd better get here fast, because she needs help.

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