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Dad.
Martin.
Mum.
How are you?
I'm fine.
How was the flight?
CHRISTOPHER: Well, a bit bumpy out of Lisbon.
Right. Uh, the car's this way.
[ Clears throat ]
Your letter didn't say. Are you here on holiday or...
We need a reason?
Right. No. I was just --
It's been, um, been some years since we've spoke.
Really? Has it been years?
Seven.
Good of you to collect us.
Hope you didn't have to reschedule
any important patient care.
Sore throats, lumbago. [ Chuckles ]
[ Sheep bleating ]
Oh, God.
[ Window opening ]
Bless you, Martin. Uh, car's given up the ghost.
You couldn't drop us up at my place, could you?
[ Sighs ] Get in.
Hang on a minute.
Sorry about this.
Maureen.
[ Yawns ]
Oh, Louisa, I'm sorry.
Mum had to drag me out of bed this morning.
I could sleep for England at the moment.
Well, if this is you tired,
I can't wait to see you when you got some energy.
I wondered if it could be my thyroid.
Yeah?
My mum's got it. Everything slows down.
You're tired all the time. Can't lose weight.
She had it for years before anyone diagnosed it.
Well, maybe you should get it checked out.
What?
I don't want to go and see the doc.
He's so...
Yeah, he's a total pain in the ***.
[ Clattering ]
Martin, you couldn't...
[ Beeps ]
[ Engine turns over ]
Sorry. Thanks.
I was doing some DIY at Mum's, hence this, and, uh...
[ Coughs ]
[ Coughs ]
I'm Danny -- Danny Steel.
Christopher Ellingham.
This is my wife, uh, Margaret, Martin's mother.
Pleased to meet you, Chris, Margaret.
So, you're -- you're a builder, hmm?
Architect, London-based.
London. [ Chuckles ]
What are you doing here? I mean, not much of a challenge.
You two been friends for long?
No. Just met.
But we have a lot in common, don't we, Doc?
Both come down from London,
both searching for and found a more enriching way of life.
Yeah.
Well...thanks again.
Hope I haven't made you too late or anything.
Bless you, Chris, Margaret.
Mate, you've saved my life.
[ Coughs ]
You're coughing a lot. You may have a chest infection.
Well, I don't believe in antibiotics for a cold.
It would be gone by now if it wasn't for the wood dust.
Oh.
Martin, your parents --
Are they, uh, always like that -- your mum?
You should use a mask.
Why? Have they got something?
When you're sanding the floor.
I know. Joke.
Goodbye.
God bless you, Martin.
This is old Jim Sim's place.
[ Chuckles ]
Is there room?
-Like a doll's house. -It's got a spare room.
It's quite small, but you can have my room while you're here.
Oh, one spare room. Hmm.
Well, we're here now.
Everything all right, Mum?
Mm-hmm.
Dinner at the Portwenn Hotel, hmm? 6:45.
[ Laughter ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
What do you reckon, girls?
-Hey! -Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
I like that.
[ Knock on door ]
Come in.
Maureen Tacey -- works at the school.
She's a bit tearful.
Lived with her mum all her life.
Probably prefer a female doctor.
Here you go, Maureen.
-Okay. -Thanks, Paul.
Come in. Sit down.
So...
I think it could be me thyroid.
And what makes you say that?
My mum's got a thyroid.
I've got the symptoms.
-I get tired easily. -You're overweight.
Just can't shift it.
Well, let's get you on the scales.
I'd rather not.
Oh. Um, well, have you thought about your diet?
I've tried Atkins, G.I.,
the Zone, South Beach, and the cabbage.
I've been on more diets than anyone I know.
Which would suggest you're not committed to any of them.
Louisa thinks it could be me thyroid.
Oh, does she?
What are you doing?
-For goodness' sake. -I'm ju--
Well, wait. Well, wait a minute.
I haven't finished my examination!
Oh, yes, you have.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Clears throat ]
[ Sea gulls squawking ]
MAN ON TELEVISION: Here's Woods on the 16th.
I'll get changed.
Woods is in good form.
Is Mum ready?
She'll join us later.
This one looks like around, uh, 20 feet.
Not an easy putt, at that.
Is she all right?
Why do you ask?
Well, she's hardly spoken a word to me.
I've canceled the table at the hotel.
Thought we should go to the Crab.
What for?
Page 1, Martin --
first time in a new place, buy everyone a drink.
The line is good.
-Yeah, good pace. -[ Applause ]
Oh, shot!
[ Playing slow music ]
Right.
I haven't had time to do me exercises.
-Sorry. -That's all right.
Let's, uh, start with some vowels, shall we?
[ Notes play ]
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
Very good.
Now, uh, tongue behind the top of the teeth.
And...
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
[ Laughing ]
Come on. You can do this.
[ Laughing ] I know.
[ Singing scales ]
[ Door opens ]
All right, Doc. What can I get you?
-I'm not, um... -Bitter?
Oh, let me get these.
Christopher Ellingham.
What's your poison?
You a -- You a doc, too?
-No. I'm a surgeon. -Oh.
Well, I'm Mark, the doc's friend
and, I like to think, professional colleague --
Portwenn's police officer.
Oh, no, no. I've, uh, I've got one in, thanks.
-I was just gonna get one for -- -No. I insist.
Oh, that's -- that's very generous.
I'll have a pint of Extra Smooth, please.
And a glass of water, please.
Doc...
[ Exhales deeply ]
He seems nice. This is nice.
I'm not in the mood, Mark.
Doc, before your dad gets back, I've got some news.
What?
-You'll never guess. -I don't have to.
Go on. Try.
No.
I'm getting engaged. [ Chuckles ]
Well, I think so. I hope so.
I haven't asked her yet. I'm going to ask her.
I bought the ring.
-Julie Mitchell? -Yes, Julie.
She's great, isn't she?
You know, I was trying to think of the word --
the right word for her.
She's a woman.
And I've made inquiries in that department,
if you don't mind me saying so.
Successful inquiries.
No problems, you'll be pleased to hear, with my equipment.
No complaints -- the opposite of complaints.
You've known her for how long? Mark.
Ooh, jumping into the fire, eh?
Oh, I-I hope so.
Oh, brave man. [ Chuckles ]
Excuse me.
Hi.
Yeah. Love one.
Hello, mate.
We're having a talent night tomorrow.
Um, I'm assuming nothing could horrify you more.
That's correct, yes.
Miss Tacey, you left my surgery
without giving me a chance to explain.
A good indication of poor thyroid function is cold hands.
You have very warm hands,
which means we need to do further tests.
Oh. I...
I owe you an apology.
Yes, you do.
Come to my surgery in the morning.
Hello, Doctor.
-Miss Mitchell. -[ Door closes ]
MARK: Hey, Julie.
-We should go. -Oh, really?
Just got interesting.
Christopher Ellingham.
Delighted to meet you.
Julie Mitchell.
I don't think anyone's ever kissed my hand before.
Oh, careful, now, Doc. She's spoken for.
CHRISTOPHER: I'm sure she is.
Look, why don't you two join us in a bite?
Oh, no. M-Mark doesn't want to --
I don't think -- I thought the doc was --
Oh, no. Come on. [ Chuckles ]
I need to get to know my son's circle of friends, hmm?
Please.
JULIE: Thank you.
I'll get some menus.
CHRISTOPHER: Still, it was entertaining.
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.
Possesses a wonderful naiveté, your chum.
Yeah.
Gonna have his work cut out, though.
What do you mean?
The only way he's going to keep her
is if he locks her up in a cell.
And you, you'd have to drug 'em to keep 'em, hmm?
Like two peas in a pod, you two.
[ Chuckles ]
Dad.
Dad.
What is the matter with Mum?
She's tired.
Oh, right. She's so tired, she can't speak.
That's right.
Got a decent malt?
Uh, yes, I have.
What are you doing in this place?
What? It's fine. I like it.
Still got the flat in Kensington?
DOC MARTIN: Yes.
CHRISTOPHER: Huh. [ Chuckles ]
-What? -Oh, nothing.
This whole Cornwall thing --
It's obviously some sort of midlife crisis.
No, it's not.
Then why'd you keep your place in London, hmm?
I'm told house prices have rocketed in Cornwall.
Uh, yes. I understand they have.
CHRISTOPHER: What are you waiting for?
Think prices are going to fall?
You should buy something decent before it's too late.
Oh, never did have any financial nous.
Used to drop your pocket money on the way to the shop.
[ Chuckles ]
What's a little farmhouse worth nowadays, do you think --
place like Joan's?
Joan's? I don't know. £500,000, £600,000.
Do you plan on seeing her while you're here?
Obviously, I told her you were coming.
I think you should.
Take us over there tomorrow.
-[ Cheers and applause ] -And he's there!
A magnificent try for Gordon on his debut!
Doc?
Maureen Tacey's here. Said you said first thing.
Oh. Right.
Good morning.
Yeah. Well, just, um, tell her to wait. Thank you.
Can I get you a cup of coffee, Mum?
Tea.
Okay. Pot.
[ Water running ]
Mummy...
...is there something wrong?
Is there anything that I can do to help?
No.
Right, then.
Want to come through, please?
Sorry about yesterday.
I'm overreacting left, right, and center.
Take a seat.
I said to Louisa only the other day that I was --
Tell me about your symptoms.
You have a regular menstrual cycle?
It's a bit erratic.
When was your last period?
I hate that question. I can never remember.
It was a while ago, come to think of it.
Any changes in body temperature?
I'm always too warm. I have to have the window...
Hot flashes -- Is that what you mean?
Menopause?
-Average age is 51. -I'm 50.
Tell me about your family history.
Dad died when I was 12.
He was swimming, and he had a heart attack
and died in the sea.
It was terrible.
We thought he was playing -- playing dead.
So Mum and me, we've always looked after each other.
That's not what you meant, is it -- family history?
-You meant the menopause. -Mm-hmm.
I don't think Mum got hers till she was 58.
That's late.
I'll need to do some tests to check out what's happening.
I need a urine sample.
Give that to Pauline on your way out.
And I'll take some blood.
I'm learning to sing.
Thought my life was just beginning.
Roll your sleeve up, please.
Ah.
Smaller than I remember.
Joan.
You think you can just turn up here?
CHRISTOPHER: That's a relief.
JOAN: What?
If you'd softened up in your old age,
I'd have been very disappointed.
[ Chickens clucking ]
I sent you some letters recently.
Well, several.
I know. I didn't open them.
Didn't want to forgive you.
You remember?
That's where Uncle *** used to have his sheds.
Joan and I smashed a window playing football once.
Oh, the rollicking he gave us.
You played the football. I got the rollicking.
But this farm --
I was thinking... bit of a burden for you.
Oh, yes, course it is -- much too much work, but I love it.
Be better off with something more modern, I'd have thought.
Um, something more like our villa in Portugal.
Portugal?
No, I don't mean Portugal, but I mean something smaller,
all on one level -- good idea at your age.
What are you talking about, Christopher?
Well...
...as you know...
...Uncle *** left this place to both of us.
Well, yes, of course. Of course I know, but...
Never asked for compensation -- for my half.
JOAN: Compensation?
But -- But you said Phil and I could have it.
Well...live in it, yes.
But I don't understand.
You said this farm was "small change for a surgeon."
Well, our circumstances have changed, and I need --
We need our half.
But...
I-I don't have any money.
I mean, I don't know how much this place is worth, but...
Well, Martin estimated 'round about the £600K mark, hmm?
-JOAN: Martin? -Well, wait a minute.
CHRISTOPHER: Well, that's what you said.
Well, yeah, but I didn't mean that --
I couldn't raise half that.
W-We'd have to sell the house. It would be impossible.
[ Scoffs ] You've got to be bloody joking.
Get out.
Get out, you ***!
CHRISTOPHER: I'm sorry you've taken it this way, Joan.
-Auntie Joan -- -And you can get out, too.
-How dare you! -Well, hang on a minute.
I've been more of a mother to you than she ever has,
and now you collude with these poisonous...
Martin, the car, please.
-What the hell do you think -- -Not now, son.
Your mother's upset. We'll speak when we get back.
-Auntie Joan -- -Get out!
-Auntie Joan -- -Get out, Martin!
[ Door opens ]
PAULINE: Doc.
Are you taking the ***?
What?
Maureen Tacey's.
PAULINE: Oh, hi, there. [ Chuckles ]
[ Laughter ]
[ Door opens ]
I know you're fond of Joan.
But you should keep out of things that don't concern you.
It does concern me. She's my aunt, and I live here.
It's between me and my sister.
What you're doing with Joan can't be about the money.
You've got a private income, haven't you?
It is about the money. I have a deal.
There's a bridging loan. It's complicated.
And I don't have to justify myself to you.
Look at you. What are you doing here?
Putting drops of *** onto pieces of paper,
playing at doctors in Portwenn.
It's ridiculous. Who are you trying to kid?
There's nothing ridiculous about it.
I am responsible for the healthcare of this community,
and that's a duty I take very seriously indeed.
Oh, please.
Pauline, if I wanted to find Maureen Tacey right away,
she'd be at the school -- Am I right?
-Yes, Doc. -Thank you.
I have to go out.
Okay, if we have to cross between parked cars,
what do we have to be careful of?
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Doc!
She said yes.
[ Laughs ] I'm a fiancé. How cool is that?
Well, um...
Actually, I was thinking --
You should be a bit more like your old dad.
What do you mean?
He's a bit of a charmer, isn't he, a bit of a ladies' man?
-[ Cellphone ringing ] -Bet he's never had a problem --
-With what? -With the ladies, I suppose.
It's her. Hello?
Yeah. No, no, no. Any time is a good time.
So if you can take all that to the sports...
Um... [ Clears throat ]
Miss Glasson, I, uh, need to see a patient -- Maureen Tacey?
Hello, Martin.
Yes, of course.
She's preparing for the talent night later.
I believe she's gone on a very long walk to calm her nerves.
Your best bet is to catch her in the village hall tonight.
Right.
But I-I won't tell her to expect you,
because she might just wait for ages,
only to find that you don't show up.
I beg your pardon.
Martin, last week, we were supposed to meet to talk.
Well, I had a --
Something cropped up -- a patient.
Your friend Tricia Soames.
And you were right -- She was in a bad way.
Oh. I see.
Well, you still could have called.
Yes.
FENN: But I may have to push you back a bit,
depending on how we're doing for time, all right?
-Okay. Yeah. -I'll give you a yell later on.
Thanks a lot.
[ Piano playing scales ]
Roger, I'm looking for Maureen Tacey.
Why? Is there a problem?
I can't tell you that.
Buon giorno! Come sta?
Yeah, but I saw your lips move, Bert.
[ Laughs ] Scusi. Scusi.
Good luck, mate.
Uh, she's in the back, getting ready.
-Martin, don't... -What?
She's on in a minute, that's all.
All right.
[ Humming ]
[ Knock on door ]
I'm not ready yet.
[ Clears throat ] Just a quick word.
Uh, could you call in the surgery tomorrow morning?
What is it?
I got your test results back,
and I need you to go into hospital tomorrow afternoon.
Hospital? Oh, my God. What is it?
Buon giorno, tutti! I am-a Gino.
-You must be il dottore. -Get out.
I'll come back later.
I understand you've got some sort of performance
this evening, so we can discuss it in the morning.
You have to tell me now.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Crying ]
I can't believe it.
I'm 50 years old.
What is the matter with you?!
I told you -- She's about to go onstage.
I thought I understood you, but do you take
some kind of perverse pleasure in upsetting people
when they're at their most vulnerable?
Fenn!
I'm pregnant.
And from the other indications,
I'd say that you could be into your third term.
My third term?
Pregnant?
We're gonna have a baby.
I'm gonna be a dad! [ Laughs ]
Oh! This is bloody fantastic!
But I'm...
Right. Right.
Booked you a scan for tomorrow afternoon.
At your age and the size you are already,
you can't be too careful.
All right, everyone. I'm sorry for the, uh, delay.
Uh, we had a little technical hitch back there.
-[ Feedback ] -But, uh, we're all sorted now.
[ Coughing ]
FENN: Oh, come on. Come on. It's not that bad.
We've not even started yet.
-[ Laughter ] -Right.
Um, making her debut here tonight,
will you put a warm welcome together for the very lovely,
the very talented, the -- just the astonishing --
your very own Maureen Tacey!
-[ Applause ] -WOMAN: Maureen!
[ Applause stops ]
-Maureen Tacey. -[ Applause resumes ]
[ Coughing ]
I see that cough's no better.
Martin --
I-It is okay if I call you Martin, isn't it?
Not really, no.
I-I've been meaning to say...
I know that you and Lou were, at one point --
Although I gather nothing ever actually --
If you're talking about Louisa Glasson,
-that is none of your business. -The thing is...
I've got to be straight with you.
Louisa and I --
Well, you probably know there's a history there between us.
And, well, we seem to have become very close again.
[ Coughing ]
Obviously not deliberately.
But, you know, I sometimes wonder --
things not happening for me in London, whether it's a sign.
It's a cliché, I know, but God sometimes...
Yes, He works in mysterious ways, doesn't He?
Like malaria.
I made a mess of things with Lou once.
Perhaps the Lord's letting me have a s--
[ Coughs ] second...chance.
[ Coughs ]
Sounds more like the Lord might just want you back at the ranch.
Well, you know the old joke --
What's the difference between God and a surgeon?
God doesn't think he's a surgeon.
I'm busy.
No hard feelings, then, mate?
♪ You give your hand to me ♪
♪ And then you say goodbye ♪
♪ I watch you walk away ♪
♪ Beside that lucky guy ♪
♪ You'll never, ever know ♪
♪ The one who loves you so ♪
♪ 'Cause you don't know me ♪
[ Chuckles ]
[ Cheers and applause ]
More! More!
Super! Well done!
[ Tires screech ]
Pauline, is my charming brother in?
Oh. Christopher?
He's gone up to the golf course.
He is charming, isn't he?
You!
You owe me an explanation.
I don't owe you anything.
You've had free accommodation for 40 years.
All I'm asking for is my share of the inheritance,
minus 40 years' rent.
Hmm? What's unfair about that?
That is completely disingenuous, Christopher.
You want everything your way, always have done --
*** everybody else.
Well, I'm sorry. Not this time.
I want everything my way? What about you?
You think you have the right to disrupt my life
whenever it suits you,
to impose your system of morality on me,
to make your son unhappy just to punish me.
Dear God.
What are we going to dig up next -- a Roman bath?
I thought it was inappropriate
for my son to learn his morals from a woman like you.
-I loved him. -Which "him" do you mean?
Your husband? Your lover? Or my son?
Whenever I've had anything, you've wanted to take it away,
and now you want to take my house.
Well, I tell you what -- Take the house.
Take it if you want the money so much.
I'll manage. I'm a survivor.
But you -- You're just a thug!
[ Birds chirping ]
Listen, Mum.
I've just about had enough of this, uh, this silence.
I want you to tell me
what exactly it is you want with all of Joan's money.
I know that Dad can be a bit, you know --
But I'm not like him.
-You can talk to me. -[ Laughs ]
What?
You're not like him -- You can say that again.
What?
He's reached the top of his profession.
He's charming.
Still a handsome man, even now.
We were happy before you arrived -- the perfect marriage.
He was always touching me under the table in a restaurant,
in the car.
It was like electricity.
Then you came along.
I knew it was all over.
He could never see me as a woman again.
I was a mother, a deflated balloon.
So I decided I would make things just as they were before,
just him and me together.
Put you in boarding school.
Sent you to spend the summers here with Joan.
Somehow, you were always there between us,
always needy, always bullied and teased and wetting your bed.
When I couldn't get his attention,
it was always his money.
Then we lost everything. Did he tell you that?
Lost it on some bloody fictitious golf development
in the Algarve.
We only have the villa
because he put it in my name for tax reasons.
That's when I realized that's what our marriage had become --
a marriage of tax conveniences.
Oh, Mum.
I've met someone there,
someone who looks at me and sees a woman.
He's moving in there with me.
That's why your father needs somewhere to live.
40 years.
40 years of clinging on to your father.
40 years of my life wasted.
Mum, I'm sorry.
Because of you.
Excuse me.
Okay, Mrs. Phillipson, you can go through.
Doc!
LOUISA: Oh, Martin!
Um, I-I just --
I just want to say something about the other day.
-Just that I'm sorry. -Right.
And, um, I heard that --
Well, I believe that your parents are visiting,
so you must have a lot on your plate at the moment.
Yeah.
There's nothing wrong, is there?
-With your parents, I mean. -No.
Because, look, if you want someone to moan to
or anything -- I mean, God, I know what parents are like.
-They can -- -Louisa, shut up.
Now, who's next?
Samantha. She's got a mole.
DOC MARTIN: All right.
I've got a mole. Big one.
At least I think it is.
All right. Come through. I'll take a look at it.
Do you have to?
If you want me to tell you if it's cancerous or not, yes.
Well, I don't think it is.
Well, goodbye, then.
Whatever.
[ Whirring ]
[ Whirring stops ]
Wow. That looks really good.
-Yeah. -So, Sugar Snap.
-You're a star. -Where is it for?
Two minutes, and I'll come and show you where.
[ Whirring resumes ]
Danny!
What if you thought it was, you know...
Cancer?
I'd cut it off and send it to a laboratory.
Why don't you do that, anyway -- be on the safe side?
Because I don't perform unnecessary procedures.
It's a perfectly harmless mole.
Miss Glasson's on the phone. Says it's urgent.
I'll put her through, shall I?
Uh, no. I'll take it out there.
[ Beeps ]
-Louisa. -LOUISA: Martin --
Uh, yeah, I'm in the middle of a surgery at the moment.
-Do you think I could call back? -I'm at Danny's mum's.
I don't know -- Well, h-he's collapsed.
I've called an ambulance, but can you come?
Yes. I'll be right there.
[ Beeps ]
I have to leave.
What about my mole?
If it changes significantly in shape or size or color,
come back and see me.
Until that time, goodbye.
You know what, Doc?
You seriously need to chill.
He's upstairs.
Louisa, when you came to the house this morning,
-I'm afraid -- -Quickly. Come on.
His pulse is very weak.
-Where's that ambulance? -Shall I try them again?
Yeah.
You tell them there are signs of cardiovascular collapse.
DOC MARTIN: Can you hear me?!
There was a jam on the Truro Road,
so they should be here within 10 minutes.
***.
Um, right.
Can you get me a -- a bottle of water
or a container of fluid or something like that?
Danny!
I think you may have a collapsed lung.
I'm gonna make a hole in your chest.
This is -- This is all I could find.
Martin, what are you doing?!
[ Gasps ]
[ Air hisses, liquid bubbling ]
[ Breathing deeply ]
That's better.
I'll be off, then.
Aren't you coming?
No. There's no need. They'll keep me informed.
Shouldn't we just stay together?
-You the wife, love? -Um, no.
No, I'm -- I'm --
There's a history.
What?
According to Danny.
Martin, you shut up.
[ Door closes ]
I suppose you feel superior now.
You know, I was a bit *** you.
You want to be here, practice here...
your call.
Oh, that's very generous of you.
Pity you can't be so generous with your sister.
Don't be like that.
I was thinking.
Obviously, I'm gonna have to start again.
[ Sighs ]
So I thought maybe I can spend a bit of time in the U.K.
Uh, I can even see myself setting up down here.
Your mother's going back to Portugal tomorrow.
She got what she wanted.
She saw me humiliate myself in front of my sister...
...and you.
Where will you go?
Well, temporarily, uh,
just till the money's sorted out, I thought...
No.
-Night, Doc. -Mm-hmm.
Doc!
Dr. Martin!
You were wrong.
What?
Maureen's not having a baby.
Well, that's not possible. I did those tests myself.
She's not having a baby --
She's having twins.
Oh.
Our babies. Aren't they bloody beautiful?
Of course, you can't really tell, but -- Well, I can tell.
-How far along is she? -30 weeks.
Can you believe it?
They're keeping her in because they want to keep an eye on her
because of her age and because of the twins, but, uh...
everything's looking fine, so, uh...
Well, congratulations.
Thanks.
-Well, I'll just... -I've -- Yeah. I've got to...
Bloody amazing. [ Chuckles ]
I tell you something.
You think you know what love is until you have a child.
It's the best thing.
Ask any parent.
Maybe I'll make a better job of it this time, eh?
Ah.
Bloody amazing.
Oh, um...
Oh. Ah.
Well, thank you.
By the way, I, uh, bumped into Louisa at the hospital.
What you did for Danny sounds amazing.
Well, it was...
Well done, mate.
Mm. Thank you.
Uh, good night, Roger.
Your mother and I are leaving.
Goodbye.
[ Sighs ] I'll wait for you in the taxi.
Regrettable, but it hasn't been a great trip.
Where will you go?
She'll fly back to Portugal in the morning.
I'll stay at my club in London, talk to the solicitor,
and get back down here in a few days,
sort out this business with Joan.
No, you won't.
Here's what's going to happen -- I'll get your money.
I'll sell my flat.
You won't get it straightaway, but you'll just have to wait.
In the meantime, you can go and stay in your ghastly club
or wherever else they'll have you.
But don't come back here.
You'd sell your place to settle Joan's debt?
Don't tell Joan.
Just say you've changed your mind or something.
Why on earth wouldn't I tell Joan?
You think you're living in a novel.
No, I just don't want her to feel grateful to me.
She doesn't have to. She's my family.
Goodbye.
Doctor!
-Doc! -Doc!
-Doc! Quick! -Quick! It's Sam!
She's dying!
There's fountains of blood pouring out of her mole!
She try and cut it off?
-I told her not to do it! -So did I!
-But she wouldn't listen! -I'll get my bag.
-Doc, is she gonna die? -Yep.
Not today, though.
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