MRS. TISHELL: GOOD MORNING, DOCTOR.

MARTIN: OH!

MRS. TISHELL: OH, OH, SORRY.

I’M SORRY, DOC.

UH, UH...UM, GOOD MORNING, DOCTOR.

I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT CLIVE IS FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW.

HE’S EVEN MANAGING TO GET UP AND ABOUT A BIT DURING THE DAY.

MARTIN: RIGHT.

WELL, UH, IT’S IMPORTANT THAT HE TAKES IT EASY.

IT TAKES A LONG TIME TO RECOVER PROPERLY FROM A HEART ATTACK.

MRS. TISHELL: OH, DON’T WORRY, DOC.

BECAUSE I’VE LAID DOWN SOME GROUND RULES.

I SUPPOSE IT’S ONLY RIGHT TO TELL YOU.

I’VE DECIDED TO MAKE A GO OF THINGS WITH CLIVE.

MARTIN: RIGHT.

GOOD.

MRS. TISHELL: I KNOW SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE A CONNECTION WITH SOMEONE.

AND NO MATTER IF THE UNIVERSE THROWS THE TWO OF YOU APART AND RAINS WOE DOWN UPON YOU, YOU STILL KNOW THAT PERSON IS THE ONE FOR YOU.

MARTIN: HAVE YOU BEEN SELF-MEDICATING AGAIN?

MRS. TISHELL: NO.

MARTIN: GOOD.

MRS. TISHELL: WHY, DO YOU THINK I SHOULD?

MARTIN: NO.

LOUISA: SO IF YOU CAN PICK UP A FEW THINGS FROM THE SHOPS FOR ME, THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

JANICE: AUBERGINES, COURGETTES, SALMON.

YOU GOT SOMETHING FANCY PLANNED FOR TONIGHT, THEN?

LOUISA: NO.

JUST DINNER.

JANICE: IT’S NOT A DATE, IS IT?

LOUISA: NO.

JUST DINNER WITH MARTIN.

JANICE: OH, NO, SO NOT A DATE, THEN.

LOUISA: RIGHT.

I’LL SEE YOU LATER, THEN.

BYE-BYE.

BYE-BYE.

JANICE: BYE-BYE.

MARTIN: MORNING.

LOUISA: MORNING.

DID YOU SLEEP OK?

MARTIN: UH, NO.

LOUISA: OH.

ARE WE STILL ON FOR DINNER TONIGHT?

MARTIN: OH, UH, YES.

I’VE DRAWN UP AN AGENDA.

LOUISA: OH, I--I DON’T THINK THAT’S NECESSARY.

MARTIN: JUST TO MAKE SURE WE COVER ALL THE TOPICS WE WANT TO DISCUSS.

OBVIOUSLY, YOU’RE FREE TO CHANGE ANYTHING YOU WANT BEFORE THE DINNER BEGINS.

LOUISA: NUMBER ONE, ACCOMMODATION.

NUMBER TWO, CHILDCARE.

NUMBER 3, HOUSEWORK... MARTIN: DR. TIMONEY.

LOUISA: AND, UM... RACHEL: DR. ELLINGHAM.

LOUISA.

SORRY TO INTERRUPT, BUT I JUST WANTED TO COME AND THANK YOU IN PERSON FOR CORRECTLY DIAGNOSING AND HELPING ME.

I HOPE MY BEHAVIOR WASN’T TOO...OUT THERE.

LOUISA: NO, NO, NOT AT ALL.

IT WAS UNDERSTANDABLE, CONSIDERING YOUR CONDITION.

RACHEL: SADLY, I WILL NEED TO TAKE SOME TIME OFF WORK.

MARTIN: YEAH.

LOUISA: WELL, ACTUALLY, WE’VE DECIDED NOT TO CONTINUE WITH THERAPY.

SO WE’RE HAVING DINNER TONIGHT, AND WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A SORT OF MAKE-OR-BREAK DISCUSSION.

IT JUST FEELS LIKE WE’VE REACHED THAT POINT, REALLY.

RACHEL: WELL, GOOD LUCK.

LOUISA: I DON’T THINK WE’LL NEED LUCK.

RACHEL: I THINK YOU MIGHT.

YOU ARE, WITHOUT A DOUBT, ONE OF THE MOST CHALLENGING CASES I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS.

LOUISA: WELL, YOU’RE ONLY 32.

RACHEL: WELL, IT HAS BEEN INTERESTING WORKING WITH YOU BOTH.

GOOD-BYE.

LOUISA: BYE.

GOD, I’M GOING TO MISS HER.

MARTIN: REALLY?

LOUISA: NO, NOT--NOT REALLY.

SO I’LL SEE YOU TONIGHT, THEN.

MARTIN: YES.

TONIGHT.

LOUISA: YEAH.

MARTIN: AHEM.

LOUISA: SEE YOU THEN.

BYE.

MARTIN: YES.

OH!

JANICE: I WASN’T EAVESDROPPING, AND I CERTAINLY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR BIG DINNER TONIGHT.

UM... BERT: MORNING, RUTH.

IF YOU’RE HERE TO CHECK UP ON ME, I’VE JUST COME TO PICK UP THE LAST OF MY STUFF.

RUTH: NO.

JUST PICKING UP BILLS.

YOU LOOK SMART.

BERT: YES, I KNOW.

I GOT A BUSINESS BREAKFAST.

THERE’S A FELLOW IN WEYBRIDGE.

HE’S GOT A RESTAURANT.

HE’S TRIED MY WHISKEY.

HE’S ORDERED 20 BOTTLES OF IT.

HA!

COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING BIG.

RUTH: HOW ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE IT?

BERT: WELL, I’VE GOT A STILL, FOUND AN OLD MINE, SOURCED A GENERATOR.

I’M GOING TO MAKE IT DOWN THERE.

RUTH: YOU LITERALLY NEVER GIVE UP, DO YOU?

BERT: WELL, I’M NOT GOING TO SIT AROUND AND WAIT TILL I DIE.

RUTH: WELL, I MUST ADMIT, I AM FINDING THAT RATHER BORING.

BERT: I’VE FOUND SOMETHING THAT I’M GOOD AT, RIGHT?

I’M GOING TO FOLLOW MY DREAM.

RUTH: WHAT IF YOUR DREAM WASN’T AT THE BOTTOM OF A MINE?

BERT: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

RUTH: WHAT IF IT WAS RIGHT HERE, NOT HIDDEN AWAY?

BERT: PENHALE WOULD BE HERE IN 5 MINUTES.

RUTH: THEN WE COULD SHOW HIM OUR LICENSE.

I DON’T LIKE SITTING AROUND, EITHER.

MARTIN: I’VE WARNED YOU BEFORE ABOUT WASTING MY TIME.

MAN: I’M NOT.

I JUST NEED A DOCTOR’S NOTE FOR WORK TO LET THEM KNOW I HAD A LEGITIMATE REASON FOR BEING OFF BECAUSE OF MY LEG.

MARTIN: WELL, YOU DIDN’T, AND YOU DON’T.

MAN: I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A BUGGER ABOUT IT.

MARTIN: AND NOW YOU’RE LIMPING WITH THE OTHER LEG.

IT WAS THE RIGHT WHEN YOU CAME IN.

YOU’RE NOT EVEN VERY GOOD AT THIS, ARE YOU?

GET OUT.

OH, STOP LIMPING.

YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE.

MORWENNA: DOC, IT’S MRS. WINTON UP AT THE OLD DUNWICH FARMHOUSE.

SHE’S HAD A FUNNY TURN.

MARTIN: SO?

MORWENNA: SHE WONDERS IF YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO GO AND SEE HER.

MARTIN: NO.

TELL HER TO COME HERE.

MORWENNA: YEAH, SHE SAYS SHE’S HAVING TROUBLE WALKING.

MARTIN: WELL, TELL HER TO GET AN AMBULANCE, THEN.

MORWENNA: YEAH, SHE ALSO SAID IT’S PROBABLY NOT AMBULANCE-WORTHY, BUT IT’S DEFINITELY DOCTOR-WORTHY.

SHE DOESN’T MIND WAITING TILL THE END OF THE DAY.

ALTHOUGH YOU HAVE JUST HAD A CANCELLATION, SO I SUPPOSE IF YOU WANTED TO GO NOW... MARTIN: AND WHAT ABOUT THESE PATIENTS?

MORWENNA: WAITING FOR RESULTS.

MARTIN: UH, RIGHT.

WRITE THE ADDRESS DOWN.

MORWENNA: ALSO, UM, WE NEVER DID FINISH THAT CONVERSATION ABOUT MY PAY RISE.

MARTIN: I WASN’T AWARE THAT WE’D STARTED ONE.

MORWENNA: I THINK I’VE TAKEN ON MORE RESPONSIBILITY AND ACCOUNTABILITY AT WORK AND PROVEN MYSELF TO BE A VALUABLE ASSET.

THEREFORE... MARTIN: WHY ARE YOU SPEAKING LIKE THAT?

MORWENNA: WELL, I’VE BEEN READING THIS BOOK, "THE ASSERTIVE FEMALE."

IT’S ABOUT HOW TO BE MORE, WELL, ASSERTIVE.

UM, RIGHT.

HOLD ON, UM.

IS THAT "ENTITLED" OR "ELIGIBLE"?

MARTIN: LOOKS LIKE "ELIGIBLE."

MORWENNA: YEAH.

UM, THEREFORE, I AM ELIGIBLE FOR A PAY RISE.

15%, I’M NOT BACKING DOWN.

MARTIN: 5%.

MORWENNA: 10.

MARTIN: 5.

MORWENNA: 6?

MARTIN: 5%.

MORWENNA: 5 WILL BE FINE.

UM, I’LL DRAW UP THE PAPERWORK.

MARTIN: YES, I’M SURE YOU WILL.

[KNOCKING] MRS. WINTON: OH, DOC.

DIDN’T EXPECT YOU SO SOON.

MARTIN: OH, WELL.

MRS. WINTON: YES.

PLEASE.

COME IN.

MARTIN: I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU HAVE A BAD LEG.

SEEMS ALL RIGHT NOW.

MRS. WINTON: WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL A LITTLE WHITE LIE, DOC.

WASN’T ME I WANTED YOU TO SEE.

IT WAS MY HUSBAND, JIM.

MARTIN: YOU BROUGHT ME ALL THE WAY OUT HERE ON FALSE PRETENSES?

MRS. WINTON: I BROUGHT YOU HERE FOR THE RIGHT REASON.

A SECOND OPINION.

YOU KNOW HOW THEY RECKON HE’S GOT A--A MALIGNANT TUMOR IN HIS NECK?

MARTIN: YES, AND THE HOSPITAL HAS RECOMMENDED A COURSE OF TREATMENT, AND I SUGGEST THAT YOU TAKE IT.

MRS. WINTON: WELL, HE DOESN’T WANT THEM SLICING HIM UP.

HE’S SCARED, DOC.

CAN YOU NOT TAKE ANOTHER LOOK AT HIM, PLEASE?

MARTIN: NOBODY’S GOING TO SLICE ANYBODY UP.

WHERE IS HE?

MR. WINTON.

MR. WINTON: HELLO, DOC.

MARTIN: HOW ARE YOU FEELING?

MR. WINTON: A LITTLE BIT WORSE FOR WEAR.

MARTIN: HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING?

MR. WINTON: HAVEN’T TOUCHED A DROP FOR 15 YEARS.

MIGHT AS WELL TRY AND ENJOY MYSELF WHILE I CAN.

MARTIN: THE MASS DOESN’T SEEM TO HAVE INCREASED IN SIZE.

NO OBVIOUS LYMPH NODES IN YOUR NECK.

THE CANCER DOESN’T APPEAR TO BE SPREADING, WHICH IS GOOD.

YOUR ONCOLOGIST HAS RECOMMENDED A COURSE OF TREATMENT.

I SUGGEST THAT YOU FOLLOW IT.

IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT PAIN MEDICATION OR ANY OTHER ASPECTS OF YOUR TREATMENT, THEN MAKE AN APPOINTMENT.

YOU’RE WELCOME.

MRS. WINTON: WELL?

MARTIN: WELL, I’VE EXAMINED HIM, AND HIS CONDITION HASN’T DETERIORATED, SO THE BEST THING HE CAN DO IS TO FOLLOW THE ADVICE OF THE DOCTORS AT THE HOSPITAL.

MARTIN: BUT YOU’VE BARELY BEGUN.

BUT THERE MUST BE OTHER STUFF YOU CAN DO.

MARTIN: MRS. WINTON, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU EXPECT ME TO DO.

I’M NOT IN THE BUSINESS OF MIRACLES.

I’M SORRY.

OH.

THIS IS LOCKED.

MRS. WINTON.

MRS. WINTON: CAN’T YOU AT LEAST TRY, DOC?

EVERYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF.

MARTIN: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?

WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO ACHIEVE BY THREATENING ME WITH A GUN?

MRS. WINTON: HE’S NOT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL AGAIN.

40 YEARS WE’VE BEEN MARRIED.

I’M NOT LETTING THAT GO WITHOUT A FIGHT.

MARTIN: WELL, THERE MAY BE ONE OR TWO TESTS I COULD TRY.

MRS. WINTON: SEE?

JUST NEED YOU TO FOCUS ON THE TASK AT HAND.

MARTIN: YES.

I’LL, UH, GO IN AND SEE HIM AGAIN.

YOU WAIT HERE.

MRS. WINTON: AND I’LL NEED YOU TO EMPTY YOUR POCKETS: PHONE, CAR KEYS, WALLET.

CALL IT INSURANCE.

MR. WINTON: HELLO AGAIN, DOC.

I HEARD THE GUN GOING OFF.

WIFE GIVING YOU A HARD TIME, IS SHE?

SHE CAN BE VERY DETERMINED, BLESS HER.

SO I’M SORRY ABOUT ALL THIS.

ONCE SHE GETS THE BIT BETWEEN HER TEETH, SHE WON’T LET GO.

BUT I’M NOT COMING TO YOUR HOSPITAL.

MARTIN: WELL, IF YOU WANT MY PROFESSIONAL OPINION, IT’S THE BEST PLACE FOR YOU.

GOOD-BYE.

MR. WINTON: DO YOU MIND CLOSING THE WINDOW AS YOU GO?

MARTIN: WHAT?

OH, GOD.

OOH!

HEY!

HEY!

HEY!

HEY!

HAVE YOU GOT A MOBILE PHONE?

I NEED TO CALL THE POLICE.

I’VE JUST ESCAPED FROM SOME HOUSE WHERE A MAD WOMAN WITH A--A RIFLE KIDNAPPED ME.

CAN YOU GIVE ME A LIFT TO PORTWENN?

MAN: SOUNDS LIKE A BUMMER.

YOU’D BETTER GET IN, THEN.

MARTIN: THANK YOU.

[DOG GROWLING] UH, DON’T YOU NEED TO DO A U-TURN TO GET TO PORTWENN?

IF YOU KEEP GOING ON THIS ROAD, IT WILL JUST TAKE YOU BACK TO THAT HOUSE.

MAN: WE DIDN’T EXPECT YOU TILL LATER, DOC.

GET HIM, GIRL!

GET HIM, GIRL!

MARTIN: OW!

OW!

OH, GOD!

OW!

GET--GET OFF!

GET YOUR DOG OFF ME!

MAN: [WHISTLES] MARTIN: OW!

[DOG BARKS] MAN: WE’D BETTER GET YOU HOME, THEN.

MUM WILL BE WORRIED.

MARTIN: NO, NO!

[DOG GROWLING] GET HIM BACK IN THERE!

ALL RIGHT.

I CAN WALK.

AH, YOU’VE GOT MY SKIN.

MAN: MUM, LOOK WHO I FOUND ON THE ROAD.

MRS. WINTON: DOC.

GET THE SHOPPING, CLEMO?

CLEMO: NO.

I WAS DEALING WITH HIM.

DOING MY HEAD IN, WOULDN’T STOP GOING ON ABOUT HIS MEDICAL BAG.

I TOLD HIM YOU’VE GOT EVERYTHING HE NEEDS.

HE MADE ME LEAVE MY MEDICAL BAG IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOOR.

THAT BAG CONTAINS ALMOST EVERYTHING I NEED FOR MY WORK.

MRS. WINTON: YOU’LL FIND A WAY, DOC.

MARTIN: YOU CAN’T KEEP ME HERE.

I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT TONIGHT THAT I MUST MAKE.

MRS. WINTON: MORE IMPORTANT THAN MY HUSBAND’S LIFE?

MARTIN: YOUR HUSBAND HAS OPTIONS, BUT HE’S CHOSEN NOT TO TAKE THEM.

MRS. WINTON: WHICH IS WHY YOU’LL HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER WAY.

OH, AND SHOES.

IF YOU DON’T MIND TAKING THEM OFF.

DON’T WANT YOU MAKING A RUN FOR IT AGAIN.

MARTIN: I DO MIND.

VERY MUCH.

THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO POINT IN KEEPING ME HERE.

A DOCTOR ISN’T A WIZARD.

I DON’T JUST WAVE MY HANDS AND CURE EVERYONE.

MRS. WINTON: NO NEED TO BARK AT ME, DOC.

YOU’LL DISTURB JIM.

MARTIN: KEEPING ME HERE AGAINST MY WILL IS COMPLETELY ILLEGAL.

MRS. WINTON: THEN MAYBE YOU’D BETTER COOL OFF OVERNIGHT, HAVE A THINK ABOUT THINGS.

SHOES.

CLEMO: AND SOCKS.

LOUISA: MARTIN.

IT’S--IT’S ME AGAIN.

CAN YOU PLEASE CALL ME BACK?

BECAUSE WE HAD AGREED ON DINNER AT 7:00, AND IT--IT’S--IT’S 8:00 NOW, SO IF YOU’RE NOT COMING, OR YOU’VE--JUST CALL ME BACK.

JANICE: SORRY.

I LEFT MY PHONE HERE WHEN I WAS FEEDING THE LITTLE ONE.

THE DOC NOT BACK YET?

LOUISA: NO.

JANICE: OH, YOU MUST BE HUNGRY.

LOUISA: AMONGST OTHER THINGS.

JANICE: WELL, IT’S A SHAME TO LET IT GO TO WASTE.

MARTIN: THIS IS INSANE.

CLEMO: NOW, DOC, I MIGHT NOT AGREE WITH EVERYTHING MUM IS DOING, BUT HER HEART IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE.

YOU’RE THE ONE WHO JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW.

THAT’S INSANE, IF YOU ASK ME.

IF YOU’D JUST HELPED DAD LIKE MUM ASKED, NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING.

MARTIN: YOU SHOULD BOTH THINK VERY SERIOUSLY ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING.

MRS. WINTON: IF YOU LOVED SOMEONE, YOU’D UNDERSTAND, DOC.

YOU DON’T HAVE A CHOICE.

YOU’D DO ANYTHING FOR THEM.

I’M SORRY.

I REALLY AM.

LOUISA: I CAN’T BELIEVE HE HASN’T EVEN CALLED ME.

JANICE: WELL, HE WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST GUY TO GET COLD FEET AND LEG IT.

LOUISA: NO, YOU DON’T--YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.

MARTIN’S NOT LIKE THAT.

JANICE: WELL, I DON’T REALLY KNOW MUCH ABOUT THIS SORT OF THING.

I MEAN, I’VE ONLY BEEN MARRIED TWICE.

POINT IS IS THAT YOU KNOW DOC BETTER THAN ANYONE.

WHAT I THINK OR SOME THERAPIST OR ANYONE ELSE DOESN’T MATTER.

YOU’RE THE ONE THAT KNOWS HIM.

LOUISA: HE JUST WOULDN’T DO THIS.

NOT WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION OR TELLING ME.

JANICE: LOUISA.

LOUISA: LOOK, I KNOW PEOPLE SEE HIM AS COLD OR EVEN UNCARING, BUT HE’S NOT LIKE THAT.

NOT AT ALL.

JANICE: OK. GREAT.

ALTHOUGH I WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO ASK IF YOU WERE GOING TO FINISH THAT.

[PHONE RINGS] MRS. WINTON: YES?

LOUISA: IS THAT MRS. WINTON?

THIS IS LOUISA.

I’M DR. ELLINGHAM’S WIFE.

MRS. WINTON: WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

LOUISA: UM, DR. ELLINGHAM, M-MARTIN, HE--HE CAME OUT TO SEE YOU YESTERDAY, DIDN’T HE?

MRS. WINTON: YES.

THAT’S RIGHT.

LOUISA: I SEE.

YEAH, IT’S JUST THAT HE HASN’T BEEN HOME SINCE.

MRS. WINTON: HE CAME OVER ABOUT HALF PAST 5:00, AS I REMEMBER, IN A BAD MOOD, TOO.

SEE I--I’D HAD A FALL, NO BROKEN BONES OR NOTHING, BUT HE SAID I WAS WASTING HIS TIME.

"NEXT TIME, COME TO THE SURGERY."

QUARTER OF AN HOUR, I RECKON.

IF I THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE, I’LL TELL YOU.

AND I--I’M SURE HE’LL TURN UP.

MR. WINTON: YOU KNOW WHY THE DOC DOESN’T WANT TO HELP, RIGHT?

CLEMO: BECAUSE HE’S A TOSSER?

MR. WINTON: BECAUSE HE KNOWS I’M DYING.

HE ACCEPTS IT.

I’VE ACCEPTED IT.

NOW YOU AND YOUR MUM NEED TO.

CLEMO: DON’T TALK LIKE THAT.

MR. WINTON: I MEAN IT.

CLEMO: YOU SHOULD OPEN THE CURTAINS.

IT’S DEPRESSING IN HERE.

MR. WINTON: I DON’T NEED TO OPEN THEM.

I KNOW WHAT’S OUT THERE.

I CAN SEE IT UP HERE.

THE OLD TIN MINE UP THERE, THE FLOWERS AND THE IVY, LIKE A LITTLE CHAPEL.

THAT’S WHERE WE HAD OUR FIRST KISS, WHERE I PROPOSED TO HER.

THE WALL, WHERE YOU WERE CONCEIVED, AND WHERE I’LL BE LAYING DOWN SHORTLY.

MY TIME HAS COME.

[DOG GROWLS] MARTIN: SHH!

[DOG BARKS] SHH!

MRS. WINTON: MORNING, DOC.

JUST IN TIME FOR BREAKFAST.

THEN YOU CAN START ON JIM’S MEDICAL NOTES.

LOUISA: MRS. WINTON SAID MARTIN DEFINITELY LEFT AROUND 5:30 OR SO.

MORWENNA: YEAH, AND HE DIDN’T COME BACK HERE.

LOUISA: AND THERE’S NO ANSWER FROM HIS HOUSE PHONE.

MOBILE’S JUST RINGING OUT.

JANICE: BEAST OF BODMIN.

WASN’T THAT A THING?

WASN’T IT LIKE A PANTHER OR LEOPARD OR SOMETHING, TEARING SHEEP APART UP ON THE MOOR?

LOUISA: NO, IT WASN’T A THING.

IT WAS A FLIMSY STORY THE LOCAL PAPERS BLEW OUT OF PROPORTION.

JANICE: YOU NEVER KNOW, THOUGH, DO YOU?

LOUISA: SO YOU’RE SUGGESTING MARTIN MAY HAVE BEEN ATTACKED BY A WILD ANIMAL?

JANICE: IS THAT INSENSITIVE?

MORWENNA: I THINK WHAT JANICE IS TRYING TO SAY IS THAT THIS BEHAVIOR IS SO UNUSUAL FOR THE DOC THAT SOMETHING ODD MUST HAVE HAPPENED.

JANICE: WHAT SHE SAID, YEAH.

LOUISA: OK. I’LL GOING ROUND TO HIS HOUSE, SEE IF HE’S TURNED UP.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU HEAR ANYTHING.

AL: HEY!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

BERT: WHAT’S IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING, BOY?

AL: IT LOOKS TO ME LIKE YOU ARE REASSEMBLING YOUR STILL, EVEN THOUGH THE POLICE HAVE TOLD YOU NOT TO.

RUTH HAS TOLD YOU NOT TO.

YOU’RE GOING TO KILL MY BUSINESS, DAD, AND RUTH IS GOING TO KILL ME.

RUTH: AL.

JUST WHO I WAS LOOKING FOR.

AL: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.

I DID NOT GIVE HIM PERMISSION FOR THIS, RUTH.

RUTH: NO, I DID.

THIS IS FOR YOU.

IT’S TO APPLY FOR A DISTILLER’S LICENSE AND PLANT APPROVAL.

THINK ABOUT IT.

AN ON-SITE DISTILLERY, FISHING TOURS, BED AND BREAKFAST, AND WE WOULD HAVE IT ALL IN ONE PLACE.

AL: WE?

MEANING YOU AND DAD, RIGHT?

BERT: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.

THE 3 OF US.

AL: YOU NEVER GIVE UP, DO YOU?

RUTH: THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I SAID.

AL: HAVE YOU LOST IT, RUTH?

RUTH: NO.

YOUR FATHER HAS COME UP WITH A VERY CLEVER WAY OF MAKING WHISKEY.

BERT: USING WOOD CHIPS, BOY.

RUTH: AND WE’RE HARDLY RUSHED OFF OUR FEET HERE, ARE WE?

THIS WOULD BE A DRAW.

AL: WELL, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING IT EASY.

RUTH: EASY DOESN’T SIT WELL WITH ME.

BERT: AND YOU KNOW THE BEST THING, BOY?

AL: WHAT’S THAT, THEN?

BERT: WELL, LARGE AND SON.

WORKING TOGETHER AGAIN, EH?

LIKE WE CAN’T ESCAPE EACH OTHER.

CHEERS.

[PHONE RINGS] RUTH: LOUISA?

NO, HE HASN’T.

ARE YOU SURE?

RIGHT.

YES, OF COURSE.

DON’T DRINK ANY MORE OF THAT.

I NEED YOU TO DRIVE ME TO THE VILLAGE.

[DOG WHIMPERS] MRS. WINTON: THERE YOU GO.

ALL OF JIM’S MEDICAL RECORDS.

I MADE SURE THE HOSPITAL GAVE US COPIES OF EVERYTHING.

I WAS GOING TO SHOW YOU THIS YESTERDAY, BUT, WELL, YOU WEREN’T REALLY IN THE RIGHT FRAME OF MIND, WERE YOU?

MUCH BETTER TODAY, I HOPE.

MARTIN: PLEASE, WILL YOU LET ME MAKE A PHONE CALL?

I HAVE A WIFE AND A CHILD WHO WILL BE WORRIED.

MRS. WINTON: WELL, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO SAY?

"SOME CRAZY WOMAN HAS ME HOSTAGE"?

HOW WILL THAT HELP MY JIM?

NOW, I--I--I KNOW YOU’VE HAD YOUR PROBLEMS, DOC, BUT I KNOW YOU’RE A GOOD MAN.

CLEMO: SHE’S DEFINITELY HURT HERSELF, MUM.

MRS. WINTON: DOC WILL TAKE A LOOK.

MARTIN: NO, HE WON’T.

MRS. WINTON: YOU HELP OUT, AND WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT PHONE CALL.

MARTIN: MAKE SURE YOU HOLD ON TO IT.

CLEMO: SHE, NOT IT.

MARTIN: OH, GOD.

YOU REALIZE I’M A DOCTOR, NOT A VET?

RUTH: ANY SIGN HE’S BEEN HOME?

LOUISA: I’M NOT SURE.

HE’S SO NEAT AND TIDY, IT’S HARD TO TELL.

NO.

I DON’T THINK HE HAS.

HE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO YOU, DID HE?

RUTH: NO.

ALTHOUGH, SITUATIONS LIKE THIS ARE NOT EXACTLY UNHEARD OF.

WELL, STRESS BUILDS UP, PEOPLE SNAP, AND ACT IN UNCHARACTERISTIC WAYS.

THE FIGHT-OR-FLIGHT INSTINCT IS NOT JUST A MYTH.

LOUISA: DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED?

DO YOU THINK HE’S HAD ENOUGH?

RUTH: HE WAS STRUGGLING.

OH, I DO HOPE HE’S ALL RIGHT.

PENHALE: AND HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN MISSING?

LOUISA: WELL, SINCE AROUND 5:30 P.M.

YESTERDAY.

PENHALE: SO NOT TECHNICALLY MISSING, THEN.

I DON’T MAKE THE LAW, LOUISA.

WE HAVE TO WAIT 24 HOURS BEFORE WE CAN OFFICIALLY DECLARE SOMEONE A MISSING PERSON.

LOUISA: ACTUALLY, I’M PRETTY SURE THAT’S NOT TRUE.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO WAIT AT ALL.

[TYPES ON KEYBOARD] PENHALE: YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERY DAY.

SO YOU SAY HE WAS LAST SEEN UP AT THIS FARMHOUSE?

LOUISA: YEP.

PENHALE: I SUGGEST WE START THERE, RETRACE HIS STEPS.

BECKY: HEARD THE DOC’S DONE A RUNNER.

GIRL: GOT A FANCY LADY IN DELABOLE, I BET.

LOUISA: OH, BUGGER OFF.

ALL: OOH!

[DOG BARKS] PENHALE: WHAT’S THAT, BOY?

YOU KNOW WHERE THE DOC IS?

WHAT, HE’S IN TROUBLE?

ARE YOU GOING TO SHOW ME WHERE HE IS?

[CHUCKLES] STUPID DOG.

[DOG WHIMPERS] [CAR ENGINE STARTS] MARTIN: IT’S A TORN NAIL CLAW, WHATEVER IT IS.

IT’S LOOSE, VERY LOOSE.

CLEMO: YEAH.

SHE PROBABLY DID THAT CHASING AFTER YOU.

MARTIN: OH, SO IT’S MY FAULT, IS IT?

HAVE YOU GOT ANY BAKING SODA?

MRS. WINTON: OH, I’M NOT FALLING FOR ONE OF YOUR TRICKS THIS TIME, DOC.

MARTIN: IT IS NOT A TRICK.

I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WITH WHICH TO OPERATE ON THIS ANIMAL WITH.

SODIUM BICARBONATE IS A DISINFECTANT.

AND TWEEZERS.

I NEED TWEEZERS, TOO.

REALLY?

ALL RIGHT.

HOLD THE HEAD.

KEEP IT STILL.

[DOG YELPS] SODIUM BICARBONATE.

MRS. WINTON: WELL, YOU HAVE A SURPRISINGLY GENTLE TOUCH, DOC.

I THINK YOU CARE MORE THAN YOU REALIZE.

MARTIN: RIGHT.

I WANT MY PHONE CALL.

MRS. WINTON: NOT TILL YOU’VE LOOKED AT JIM’S MEDICAL RECORDS.

MARTIN: THAT’S NOT WHAT WE AGREED.

THAT’S NOT FAIR.

MRS. WINTON: OH, THAT’S NOT FAIR?

SORRY, DOC.

LIKE POOR JIM, WORKING ALL HIS LIFE FOR US, FOR HIS FAMILY, AND JUST WHEN HE’S READY TO RETIRE, WELL-EARNED REST, THERE’S A LUMP.

THERE’S A LUMP, AND EVERYTHING CHANGES, AND THAT’S NOT FAIR.

MARTIN: ALL RIGHT, NOW, MRS.--YOU--YOU--YOU JUST NEED TO CALM DOWN.

MRS. WINTON: THEN YOU HELP ME.

YOU GIVE ME A SECOND OPINION.

THAT’S ALL I ASK.

I KNOW IT MIGHT BE FOR NOTHING, BUT I NEED YOU TO TRY YOUR BEST.

I NEED THAT.

MRS. WINTON: HELLO?

PENHALE: SORRY TO DISTURB YOU, MA’AM.

PC PENHALE.

AND YOU ARE MRS. ANN WINTON, YES?

MRS. WINTON: YES.

IS THERE A PROBLEM?

LOUISA: UH, IT’S ABOUT MY HUSBAND, MARTIN, DR. ELLINGHAM.

WE SPOKE ON THE PHONE EARLIER.

WE’RE JUST TRYING TO WORK OUT WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO MARTIN AFTER HE LEFT HERE.

MRS. WINTON: THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM, HE WAS MARCHING BACK TO HIS CAR, AND HE DROVE OFF THAT WAY TOWARD PORTWENN, I SUPPOSE.

PENHALE: VERY GOOD.

THANK YOU.

DO YOU MIND IF WE TAKE A LOOK AROUND?

JUST FOR MY PEACE OF MIND.

MRS. WINTON: DON’T YOU NEED A WARRANT FOR THAT SORT OF THING?

PENHALE: IF YOU DON’T CONSENT, YES.

MRS. WINTON: WELL, I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE, OFFICER.

COME ON IN.

WATCH OUT FOR THE DOG, MIND.

SHE BITES.

[DOG GROWLS] MRS. WINTON: HAVE YOU TRIED PHONING HIM?

LOUISA: YES.

YES, I HAVE.

MRS. WINTON: HOW ODD.

PENHALE: THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, MRS. WINTON.

MRS. WINTON: IF I THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE, I’LL CALL YOU.

PENHALE: LOUISA?

MRS. WINTON: I’M SURE HE’LL TURN UP.

PROBABLY JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS.

LOUISA: SHE’S LYING.

PENHALE: I KNOW YOU’RE UPSET ABOUT THE DOC, BUT WE CAN’T GO SLINGING WILD ACCUSATIONS.

LOUISA: [SIGH] SHE’S GOT MARTIN’S SHOES.

I SAW THEM IN THE HALLWAY.

PENHALE: YOU SURE?

LOUISA: I’M SURE.

NO ONE ELSE WEARS SHOES LIKE THAT ANYMORE.

MARTIN: OH, GET OFF.

OH, LOOK, PLEASE.

JUST--JUST LET ME GO AND TALK TO MY WIFE.

I’LL COME BACK.

MRS. WINTON: HAVE YOU LOOKED AT THOSE RECORDS?

MARTIN: OH, FOR GOD’S SAKE.

[SIGHS] WHAT’S THE PLAN HERE?

ARE YOU JUST GOING TO KEEP ME LOCKED UP UNTIL I MIRACULOUSLY CONJURE A CURE THAT SOMEHOW CONTRADICTS THE DIAGNOSIS OF THE HOSPITAL AND ALL OF MEDICAL SCIENCE?

MRS. WINTON: I HADN’T LOOKED THAT FAR AHEAD.

MARTIN: WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULD BEFORE PEOPLE START POINTING RIFLES IN OTHER PEOPLE’S FACES.

CLEMO: HE’S GOT A POINT, MUM.

WE CAN’T JUST TURN HIM LOOSE.

THINK OF THE TROUBLE WE’D BE IN.

MARTIN: NO, I DIDN’T MEAN THAT.

CLEMO: THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID.

MARTIN: NO, NO.

CLEMO: WHAT DO WE INTEND TO DO WITH YOU?

YEAH, I HEARD.

MARTIN: [SIGH] LOUISA: WHAT?

WHAT IS IT?

PENHALE: NO, THIS, THIS.

IT’S MILITARY TACTICAL SIGNING.

IT MEANS STOP.

STAY PUT.

LOUISA: COULDN’T YOU HAVE JUST SAID IT?

PENHALE: [SIGHS] NO, LOUISA.

OUT IN THE FIELD, DIRECT CONVERSATION IS DISCOURAGED.

IT CAN REVEAL ONE’S LOCATION TO THE ENEMY.

LOUISA: BUT YOU’RE TALKING NOW.

PENHALE: YES, BECAUSE YOU MADE ME START EXPLAINING IT TO YOU.

LOUISA: RIGHT, WELL, HERE’S A HAND GESTURE FOR YOU, THEN.

SHH!

PENHALE: WAIT, WAIT.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

LOUISA: LOOK!

I THINK IT’S--YEAH, IT’S HIS CAR.

WE’D BETTER CALL THE POLICE.

PENHALE: I AM THE POLICE.

LOUISA: NO, THE REAL POLICE.

PENHALE: I AM THE REAL POLICE.

LOOK, WE CAN’T JUST RUSH ON IN THERE BLIND.

WE HAVE TO FIND OUT WHY SHE LIED TO US ABOUT MARTIN.

THIS IS MY JOB.

THIS IS WHAT I’M TRAINED TO DO.

PLEASE.

LOUISA: JOE.

JOE!

[SIGHS] MARTIN: WHERE IS YOUR LAVATORY?

MRS. WINTON: ALL RIGHT, DOC.

YOU HELPED THE DOG.

THAT EARNED SOME TRUST.

DON’T RUIN IT.

FIRST ON THE LEFT.

MARTIN: THANK YOU.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

GO AWAY!

PENHALE: I’M HERE TO RESCUE YOU.

MARTIN: NO, GET OUT, OR LET ME OUT.

PENHALE: DOC, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL POLICE INVESTIGATION NOW.

MARTIN: LOOK, THERE ARE TWO EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE PEOPLE OUT THERE WITH A LOADED RIFLE.

LET ME OUT.

PENHALE: I HAVE A TASER.

CLEMO: NEED A HAND THERE, DOC?

[LIMP BUZZING] PENHALE: I FORGOT TO CHARGE IT.

LOUISA: [SIGH] MY HUSBAND IS HERE, AND I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO SEE HIM.

MRS. WINTON: YOU’D BETTER COME IN, THEN.

MAN: I’VE GOT AN APPOINTMENT.

MORWENNA: YEAH, AND LIKE I SAID BEFORE, THE DOC’S NOT HERE, AND I DON’T KNOW WHEN HE’LL BE BACK.

WOMAN: SUPPOSE WE’LL JUST WAIT FOR HIM, THEN.

MORWENNA: FINE.

ACTUALLY, NO, YOU WON’T WAIT, BECAUSE A BIG PART OF BEING ASSERTIVE IS TELLING IT LIKE IT IS.

LIKE YOU, NOT ACTUALLY ILL. JUST A HANGOVER, LIKE YOU HAVE EVERY THURSDAY AFTER REAL ALE NIGHT AT THE CRAB.

IN FACT, NONE OF YOU ARE ACTUALLY ILL.

SO GO ON.

SHIFT IT, THE LOT OF YOU, BECAUSE THE SURGERY IS CLOSED.

THANK YOU.

GO ON.

I KNOW YOU’LL ALL BE BACK TOMORROW.

AL: OH, UM, RUTH ASKED ME TO SEE IF THE DOC HAD, UH, SHOWN UP YET...BEFORE I DRIVE HER OUT THERE.

MORWENNA: NO.

NO SIGN.

AL: THAT WAS PRETTY GOOD.

MORWENNA: BETTER WATCH OUT.

I’M ON A ROLL.

DEALT WITH THE PATIENTS, GOT A PAY RISE FROM THE DOC.

AND WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO ASK ME OUT PROPERLY?

AL: WHAT?

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?

MORWENNA: I TOLD YOU.

I’M ON A ROLL.

I’M SEEING HOW FAR I CAN GO WITH IT.

AL: OH.

UM, UH, TOMORROW NIGHT?

MORWENNA: THAT IS ACCEPTABLE.

AL: WELL, CAN I GO NOW?

MORWENNA: YES.

YOU MAY GO.

AL: CHEERS.

[WHEEZING] CLEMO: MUM BAGGED HIM HERSELF.

BETTER SHOT THAN YOU’D THINK.

MRS. WINTON: YOUR FATHER TAUGHT ME.

AIM STEADY, SQUEEZE SLOWLY.

THAT’S THE WAY.

PENHALE: I’M WILLING TO CUT YOU A DEAL.

YOU TURN YOURSELVES IN NOW, I’LL GO EASY ON YOU.

MRS. WINTON: DO YOU THINK I WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN?

ALL THIS THIS--THIS UNPLEASANTNESS COULD ALL HAVE BEEN AVOIDED IF THE DOC HAD JUST DONE HIS JOB PROPERLY.

MARTIN: FIRSTLY, I DID DO MY JOB PROPERLY.

AND SECONDLY, MY JOB DOESN’T INVOLVE BEING BOUND AND GAGGED AND KIDNAPPED.

MRS. WINTON: WELL, WHAT CHOICE DO I HAVE?

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IN MY SHOES?

SOMEONE YOU LOVE IS DYING, SOMEONE YOU THOUGHT YOU’D SPEND THE WHOLE OF YOUR LIFE WITH.

WHAT IF IT WAS HIM?

MARTIN: WELL, IT WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ME, BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED MEDICAL ADVICE.

MRS. WINTON: HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO, EH?

LOUISA: I DON’T KNOW, BUT I’M PRETTY SURE IT WOULD NEVER INVOLVE HOLDING PEOPLE AT GUNPOINT.

MRS. WINTON: WELL, THE WAY I SEE IT IS IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, IF YOU TRULY LOVE SOMEONE, YOU DON’T HAVE A CHOICE.

PENHALE: ACTUALLY, THEY’RE ON A TRIAL SEPARATION.

LOUISA: JOE.

PENHALE: IT’S A NEGOTIATING TACTIC.

GIVE OUT PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT THE HOSTAGES, IT HUMANIZES THEM.

LOUISA: I DON’T CARE.

SHUT UP.

CLEMO: DOES THAT MEAN YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO GET A DIVORCE, THEN?

MARTIN: THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

CLEMO: OH.

SO DIVORCE IS AN OPTION, THEN.

THAT’S DEAD SAD, THAT IS.

LOUISA: WELL, YOU KNOW, IT REALLY IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

CLEMO: RIGHT, RIGHT.

FAIR ENOUGH.

WHOSE FAULT IS IT, THOUGH?

MRS. WINTON: CLEMO WINTON, YOU STOP ANNOYING THESE PEOPLE RIGHT NOW.

CLEARLY HIS FAULT.

MARTIN: OH, FOR GOD’S SAKE.

LOOK, DO YOU WANT ME TO READ ALL THIS?

MRS. WINTON: ALL I’M SAYING IS FROM WHAT I’VE SEEN OF YOU, YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY NOT AN EASY PERSON TO LIVE WITH.

MARTIN: OH.

LOUISA: I THINK THAT’S A LITTLE UNFAIR TO JUDGE HIM UNDER WHAT ARE VERY STRESSFUL CIRCUMSTANCES.

MRS. WINTON: OH, SO NORMALLY HE’S THE LIFE AND SOUL OF THE PARTY, IS HE?

MARTIN: WHERE’S THE SECOND, UH, BIOPSY REPORT?

MRS. WINTON: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

IT’S THERE.

MARTIN: NO, THAT’S THE FIRST BIOPSY REPORT, WHICH IS EQUIVOCAL.

WHERE IS THE SECOND ONE?

CLEMO: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

PENHALE: IT MEANS DEFINITIVE, AS IN, "THIS IS EQUIVOCALLY THE BEST PIZZA I’VE EVER HAD."

MARTIN: NO, IT DOESN’T.

IT MEANS THE OPPOSITE.

AMBIGUOUS, UNCERTAIN.

ARE YOU SAYING THAT THE HOSPITAL DIDN’T CARRY OUT A FURTHER BIOPSY?

MRS. WINTON: HE DIDN’T GO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL THE SECOND TIME.

MARTIN: WELL, IT’S NOT DEFINITIVE WITHOUT A DEFINITIVE RESULT, IS IT?

IT MIGHT NOT BE CANCER.

IT COULD BE SOMETHING ELSE.

WE NEED TO INVESTIGATE.

HAVE ANY OF HIS SYMPTOMS GOT WORSE?

CLEMO: WELL, HE--HE SAYS HE’S DYING.

MARTIN: NO, NOT WHAT HE SAYS, HIS PHYSICAL CONDITION.

MRS. WINTON: LAST NIGHT HE SAID HE THOUGHT THE LUMP WAS GETTING BIGGER.

I THOUGHT THAT WAS BECAUSE HE’D BEEN DRINKING.

CLEMO: HE--HE WAS ALL WHEEZY THIS MORNING.

MARTIN: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS BEFORE?

MRS. WINTON: WELL, YOU DIDN’T ASK US.

MARTIN: WELL, IF HE’S STRUGGLING FOR BREATH, THEN IT COULD BE A BLEED INTO THE THYROID CYST, WHICH WOULD ENLARGE IT AND SHUT DOWN HIS WINDPIPE.

MRS. WINTON: SO IT MIGHT NOT BE CANCER?

MARTIN: UH, QUITE POSSIBLY NOT.

I’D NEED TO EXAMINE HIM.

PENHALE: RIGHT.

I AM PC JOSEPH PENHALE OF PORTWENN.

MARTIN: SHUSH.

THIS IS IMPORTANT.

I WILL EXAMINE YOUR HUSBAND IF YOU AGREE TO LET MY WIFE GO AND KEEP THE POLICEMAN AS A HOSTAGE.

LOUISA: NO, I’M NOT LEAVING YOU ALONE HERE.

MARTIN: NO, NO, NO.

LOUISA: NO, I’M NOT.

I CAME HERE TO GET YOU, AND I’M NOT GOING HOME WITHOUT YOU.

MARTIN: RIGHT.

MRS. WINTON: JIM?

JIM!

CLEMO: THE FRONT DOOR WAS OPEN, MUM.

HE’S GONE OUT.

MRS. WINTON: OUT?

WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WOULD HE GO IN HIS CONDITION?

CLEMO: OH, HE’S OPENED THE CURTAINS AND ALL.

MRS. WINTON: THIS--THIS THING, WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU SAY HE HAS, HOW SERIOUS IS IT?

MARTIN: IT DEPENDS HOW FAST IT’S BLEEDING, BUT IF HE’S STRUGGLING TO BREATHE, THEN IT SUGGESTS IT’S GROWING.

WE NEED TO FIND HIM.

COME ON!

CUT THIS OFF.

AND GIVE ME MY SHOES AND SOCKS BACK.

MRS. WINTON: OH, JIM.

MARTIN: RIGHT.

CLEMO: HE SAID THAT’S WHERE HE’D GO WHEN IT WAS HIS TIME, THE OLD TIN MINE.

MRS. WINTON: STUPID, SENTIMENTAL, STUBBORN MAN.

MARTIN: LOUISA, YOU STAY HERE WITH PENHALE IN CASE HE COMES BACK, AND CALL AN AMBULANCE.

PENHALE: THAT’LL TAKE AGES.

MARTIN: CALL AN AIR AMBULANCE, THEN.

LOUISA: NO, I’M COMING WITH YOU.

MARTIN: WHAT?

OK. YOU ALL RIGHT?

LOUISA: OK. RUTH: HELLO?

AL: WHAT’S HAPPENED?

WHERE IS EVERYBODY?

RUTH: I DON’T KNOW.

AL: THIS FOOD’S STILL WARM.

[TOILET FLUSHES] RUTH: HELLO?

PENHALE: NICE TO SEE YOU, TOO.

MARTIN: THAT’S HIS.

MR. WINTON.

LOUISA: HE’S HERE!

MRS. WINTON: OH, JIM!

OH, OH, JIM!

MARTIN: LET ME HAVE A LOOK.

THE MASS ON HIS NECK IS SWOLLEN.

IT’S PRESSING DOWN ON HIS WINDPIPE.

THAT’S WHAT’S RESTRICTING HIS BREATHING.

IF IT GETS ANY BIGGER, IT WILL STOP HIM FROM BREATHING ALTOGETHER.

MRS. WINTON: [SOBBING] OH, JIM.

MARTIN: I NEED A--A NEEDLE.

MRS. WINTON: YOU’VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING, DOC.

MARTIN: YES, ALL RIGHT!

UH, YOU, YOU’VE GOT A PEN KNIFE.

GIVE IT TO ME.

CLEMO: OH.

OH, NO.

I--I LEFT IT AT HOME.

MARTIN: OH, BRILLIANT.

CLEMO: YOU STOLE IT?

LOUISA: I DIDN’T KNOW IF I’D NEED IT, OR WHAT YOU PLANNED TO DO WITH MARTIN.

MRS. WINTON: YOU HANG ON IN THERE, JIM.

MARTIN: ALL RIGHT, LOUISA, COULD YOU COME OVER HERE?

ALL RIGHT.

WHEN I MAKE AN INCISION INTO THE MASS, I WANT YOU TO PRESS DOWN ON THE HANDKERCHIEF... LOUISA: YES.

MARTIN: SLOWLY AND GENTLY.

ALL RIGHT?

OK. MRS. WINTON: [SOBBING] OH, JIM.

MARTIN: AND...NOW.

[MR. WINTON CHOKING AND COUGHING] THAT’S IT.

MRS. WINTON: OH, JIM!

I TOLD YOU THE DOC WOULD DO RIGHT BY YOU.

OH.

OH, MY.

MR. WINTON: ANNIE.

CLEMO: YOU DID IT, DOC.

MARTIN: OH!

GET OFF ME!

CLEMO: THANKS, DOC.

MARTIN: OH, FOR GOD’S SAKE!

MRS. WINTON: I KNEW I COULD RELY ON THE DOC.

RUTH: WELL, IT DOESN’T EXCUSE YOUR ACTIONS.

MRS. WINTON: I’LL TAKE MY PUNISHMENT.

IT SAVED MY JIM’S LIFE, DIDN’T IT?

PENHALE: I’LL TAKE YOU AND CLEMO TO THE HOSPITAL.

MAKE SURE JIM’S ALL RIGHT.

BUT AFTER, I’LL BE WANTING A PROPER WORD BACK AT THE STATION.

MARTIN: YEP.

I WOULD, UH, RECOMMEND A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION, TOO.

PENHALE: I APPRECIATE THAT, DOC, BUT I’M FINE.

MARTIN: NOT FOR YOU.

PENHALE: AH.

RUTH: AL IS TAKING ME HOME.

ARE YOU GOING TO BE OK?

MARTIN: UH, YES.

IT WASN’T MY BEST EXPERIENCE, BUT, UM, THEY DIDN’T HARM ME.

RUTH: AND WITH LOUISA?

MARTIN: UM...[CLEARS THROAT] UH, YES.

I DON’T KNOW.

OK.

YES.

I DON’T KNOW.

LOUISA: WELL DONE.

MARTIN, YOU SAVED HIS LIFE.

MARTIN: MMM.

IT WAS AN UNUSUAL SITUATION.

LOUISA: WELL, IT’S ALL UNUSUAL, ISN’T IT?

[SIGH] YOU KNOW, I THINK I’VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE.

I THINK MAYBE I’M A LITTLE BIT OBSESSED WITH EVERYONE HAVING TO BE NORMAL.

BUT PEOPLE AREN’T, ARE THEY?

MARTIN: NO.

LOUISA: I’M NOT.

YOU’RE NOT.

ARE YOU?

YOU’RE UNUSUAL.

MARTIN: YES.

LOUISA: YOU KNOW, EVERYONE SAID THAT MAYBE YOU JUST LEFT, BUT I KNEW YOU WOULDN’T LET ME DOWN.

YOU’RE THE ONE PERSON WHO NEVER HAS.

I JUST KNEW YOU WOULDN’T.

I JUST KNEW IN MY HEART.

MARTIN: YOU KNOW, I’M--I’M NEVER GOING TO CHANGE THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU.

LOUISA: I DON’T WANT THAT.

MARTIN: I’VE TRIED.

I’VE REALLY TRIED.

BUT IT JUST MAKES THINGS WORSE.

LOUISA: CAN WE GO HOME NOW?

MARTIN: I LOVE YOU, LOUISA.

LOUISA: I LOVE YOU, TOO.