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[ Baby crying ]
What on earth are you doing?
-Well, it worked last night. -Well, it's not working now.
No, I know. Here.
Now -- Now...
Dance.
Dance.
That's sort of -- Not -- No.
Don't -- Um, it...
No, I'm sorry. I-I think it's actually making him worse.
-All right. You take him. -[ Sighs ]
There you are.
Hey!
-Stir the baby. -Oh, good God.
Stir the baby.
[ Metal clanging ]
[ Chickens clucking ]
[ Sea gulls squawking ]
Hello.
I'm afraid I'm going to need those.
Martin.
Mm?
I've been thinking...
...and I-I want to move to London with you.
Well, we're gonna move to London.
Right.
Oh. Just "right"?
No? Good.
Good.
[ Scratching at door ]
[ Dog whimpering ]
Martin.
-[ Crying ] -Sorry. Get him out of here.
-Martin. -[ Dog growling ]
-Oh, no. -[ Crying ]
It's all right. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
[ Car door opens, closes ]
This belongs to you.
-RUTH: I don't want it. -Bad luck. You've got it.
It lives here. Used to belong to Joan.
It smells.
And if it sneaks into my house and hides once more,
I won't be responsible for my actions.
So...
Well, maybe it might prove to be of some use as a guard dog.
Some shifty young man
decided to liberate the hubcaps from my car.
I've lived in London for 25 years
and never had so much as a whisper of trouble.
I shouldn't worry about it.
A lot of the people who live around here
are drawn to shiny things.
I once consulted a case at Broadmoor
where the patient had eaten all the cats in the neighborhood.
So in the wider scale of things...
Even so, I'd rather not wait to find someone
removing my light fittings or God knows what else.
Does it have a name?
What? No. Call it what you want.
Dr. Ellingham. Oh -- Ellinghams.
"Ruth" will suffice.
How are you, then, Doc?
Come up here to get away from all the crying, then?
Mm.
-He says good morning. -Oh.
Well, you've missed all the excitement.
I had a visit from the local hubcap thief this morning.
Well, what did he look like?
About your height. Longish black hair.
No missing limbs or other identifying characteristics.
Disappeared in that direction.
Well, the Dunwiches live up there.
Most likely Michael.
He's lived up there alone with his mum for years.
Well, he's a bit old to be living at home.
Well, he's always been an odd one, that one.
I live at home.
Yes, well, I can't spend all morning nattering to you.
Not while I'm paying you by the hour.
Well, yeah, I was -- I was thinking about that.
About my hourly wage.
-No. -Right.
You crack on.
I'm going to say hello to the neighbors.
Sorry, Doc.
I know I'm late, but i-it's a one-off.
-It's your first day. -[ Baby crying ]
Yeah, and my granddad was supposed to wake me, but he --
Get an alarm clock.
I-I will buy one on my lunch break.
And when is that exactly?
You've taken it.
If you're gonna be late tomorrow,
don't bother coming in.
Put the next patient's notes on my desk.
[ Crying ]
Is there any way you could keep the noise down?
Yes. No problem, Martin.
I'll just flick the switch on the back of his head
that turns him off for an hour or so.
Well, it's just not ideal when I'm trying to hold surgery.
Perhaps you could take him for a walk.
You're telling us to get out of the house?
No. Not at all.
But, uh, newborn babies find the feeling of motion soothing.
-It's a fact. -Yes, of course.
It's not you wanting us out. No. It's a fact.
[ Crying continues ]
Uh, you should, uh, send in your notice at the school
if you meant what you said earlier.
I did. Yes.
I've already written my notice. I just need to post it.
Good time to go for a walk.
Come on, then...Albert!
Albert?
We can't just keep referring to him as "the baby."
-Yes, but Albert? -Well, he needs a name.
Stephen, Paul, Michael. Elton! Whatever.
I imagine you have patients waiting.
Don't worry. Don't worry. We won't be in your way.
[ Grunting ]
Ohh.
[ Grunts ]
[ Metal clanking ]
What do you want here?
Good morning.
This is private property!
And it's charming.
I live at the farm next door.
No, you don't. That's Joan Norton's.
Yes.
And I'm her sister.
I haven't seen her around for awhile.
Hadn't you heard?
She died.
Oh.
Yes, of course. [ Clicks tongue ]
Poor Joanie.
[ Sighs ]
You must be her sister.
Yes.
[ Chuckles ]
I left the kettle on.
Joan popped 'round with some veg sometimes.
[ Sighs ] Crates of the stuff.
Yeah, grew it in her garden.
And eggs sometimes.
But we never ate any of it.
Well, you can't trust other people's food.
But you know that.
Yes, yes. That can be a problem sometimes.
And it's not just the food.
It's what they think.
Sometimes it's just not very nice.
Oh, sugar?
Please, sit down.
I wish I could offer you something else,
but Michael still hasn't gone down the shops.
He's too busy creating.
[ Grunts ]
Actually, his food is something horrendous.
I have stomach cramps most days.
I suppose that's the price of genius.
You should get a checkup.
-Why? -For the stomach cramps.
Oh.
Is your son here?
Why do you want to know?
Well --
I don't think that's any of your business.
No. No, no. Of course not.
Years he's wasted on his art.
Doesn't have a job.
No, but he thinks he's gonna be another of these great artists.
Vincent van...van, um...
Sometimes I don't think he's quite right in the head.
He gets that from his father. Wherever he is.
-When did his father -- -Oh, have another biscuit.
-[ Gunshot ] -That was a gunshot!
Oh, yeah.
Those are my hubcaps!
Are you sure?
Michael's always finding things.
He found them attached to my car.
And now I'd like them back.
[ Breech clicks ]
[ Clicks ]
Right, then.
He says they represent something or other.
I-I forget.
Probably the fact that I'll be driving around
with ruined hubcaps.
Lovely to meet you.
Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo.
Bet you can't say that four times in a row.
The spinning sensation, the feeling of nausea --
rotatory nystagmus.
The eye is rotating towards the infected ear.
Felt like seasickness.
Uh, a bit. Yes. Yes, it is.
Calcium crystals in the canal fluid
of the inner ear become dislodged,
which affects the balance mechanism.
Crystals and canals in my ear?
The next thing you'll be telling me is that
I got a magic castle with a fairy princess up my nose.
Why is that?
It's my first day. Can you call back later?
-[ Door closes ] -All right.
Okay. Thanks.
-Morning. -Hello.
Morning, stinky.
I'm mad at you. You said you were gonna wake me.
Oh, sorry, love.
Got lost in the land of nod myself.
Won't happen again.
Any chance of slipping an appointment in
for a decorated war hero?
Go on, then.
[ Door opens ]
BERT: So I just need to take these pills, then?
-DOC MARTIN: Yes. -But what if I go on a boat?
'Cause if I got seasick on a boat and had this ear thingy,
would that make it worse,
or would the two of them just cancel each other out?
Are you planning to go on a boat?
-No. -Go away.
-Next patient. -Mr. Newcross.
Mr. Newcross.
[ Breathing heavily ]
-[ Grunts ] -Come through.
[ Grunts ]
She probably got a good reason for being late.
Your receptionist.
I have to say I've heard nothing but good things
about that young lady.
I know she's your granddaughter.
Right. Yeah.
At my age, you get a bit forgetful.
Take a seat.
What seems to be the problem?
Well...my elbow's fine.
So thanks for that, Doc.
And what's the problem right now?
Getting old, Doc. That's the crux of it.
The body starts rebelling.
Can't do the things you enjoy no more.
I love a good walk, see?
The French have a word for it.
What the matter with you?
Flâneur.
One who experiences life
by drifting through towns and cities.
Well, I'm buggered for that now.
She's a real beauty.
Bunion.
Mm. A sign of skin decay.
You'll need a course of antibiotics
and an X-ray of the metatarsophalangeal joint
to screen for anything else.
I'll get the receptionist to make an appointment
at the hospital for you.
And she'll get right onto it, Doc.
[ Sea gulls squawking ]
PIPPA: Louisa!
Pippa.
How are you?
Oh, more importantly, how are you?
Oh!
-Is this her? -Him.
Oh, you can never tell at that age.
Oh, he's a little prince, isn't he?!
How are your nipples?
Sorry?
Mine were killing me with the twins.
Cabbage.
Stick it in the fridge, tear off some of the leaves,
and wrap it round the -- you know, like a little bib.
Works a treat.
Okay. Thanks.
With all the trouble they put you to,
it's funny to think the worst part is going back to work.
Just you wait.
Oh, I'm not looking forward to it.
Although I'm only gonna be there till half-term.
We're moving. To London.
This is my final notice.
-Oh, no. -Mm.
We'll have to have a drink before then.
Yeah.
We'll probably just sit there and blather on
about babies and whatnot,
but at least we can do it over a nice bottle of wine.
Tomorrow night, then?
Okay. Yeah.
-Right! -Yeah.
Home to feed the family.
Oh! I envy you -- only one.
You don't know how lucky you are!
-Tomorrow, then. -Yeah. See you.
See you. Heh!
I've been having these pains, Doctor, in my belly.
They're getting worse.
Your aunt suggested I come see you.
Any diarrhea?
-No. -N-No.
How long have you been having them?
-Well, it's been about -- -Mrs. Dunwich.
She won't remember.
Could you wait outside, please?
Can't do that. She needs me in here with her.
Has she been declared incompetent?
-She's fine. -I'm fine.
-Be quiet. -Sorry.
-Not you. -She says she's fine.
Out. Now.
Shut the door.
I don't trust him anymore.
I think he wants the house to hisself.
Um, how long have you had the abdominal pain?
I think he's planning to do something to me.
I see.
He has this look.
Anything apart from the look?
He has thoughts, dark ones, all the time.
Write that down. "Dark thoughts."
I'm going to give you a test.
Will it find out what he's up to?
Um, I'm going to say three words,
and I want you to memorize them.
Oh. All right.
Apple, orange, pear.
I've got that.
Now take this and collect a urine sample.
And when you come back,
I want you to tell me what the three words were.
What do you want this for?
I need to check your kidney function.
A kidney infection could cause abdominal pain
and a confused mental state.
Oh. Is that likely to happen?
It's something to look out for, yes.
Right.
Oh, it's there?
Yes.
Orange, p--
How cheap was this?
We're saving 60p a bottle compared to the old house red.
I suppose if nobody buys it
we can repackage it as fragrant paint stripper.
Oh, it's not that bad.
-It's an acquired taste. -Ugh.
Just like the finest wines.
[ Rattles ]
There you are.
Can you remember the three words?
Why are you testing her memory?
I'm concerned about her state of mind.
Well, she came to see you about her stomach.
She's displaying paranoid behavior.
-Don't you get involved. -I'm her doctor.
You leave her alone, and we'll be fine.
Do I make myself clear?
Are you threatening me?
Don't you speak to my boy like that!
-What? -He's worth hundred of you.
Would you take a seat please, Mrs. Dunwich?
I'd rather die a death!
Come on, Michael.
Yes, Mum.
All right, Granddad?
Fish supper waiting for you.
Oh, apologies for dropping you in it this morning.
Are you trying to win me over with a bit of cod?
No. Cod and chips.
You're nuts, you are.
Let's save the fish for later.
Got to grab my purse and go get an alarm clock.
Otherwise, Doc'll go spare.
And I would like just once to have a job that doesn't end up
with me getting told to sling my hook.
Well, I can help you with that.
You just need a bit of get-up-and-go.
[ Rattling ]
-Army issue. -[ Chuckling ] Yeah.
Thought it had been at least two minutes
since you mentioned the war.
Alarm clock's on me, eh?
Oh. Cheers.
[ Smooches ]
[ Baby crying ]
Louisa?
Louisa?
The baby.
[ Thud ]
[ Clattering ]
There's someone in the house.
[ Pop music playing ]
What on earth are you doing?
Morning, Doc. I'm here for work.
He's got quite a pair of lungs on him, hasn't he?
Better than any alarm clock.
It's half past 6:00 in the morning.
Yeah, and I was gonna make a start
on sorting through your patient files.
Then I heard the little fella kicking off,
knew you'd be getting up...
Go away.
First you say I'm too late, then you say I'm too early.
Make your mind up, Doc. Morning!
Morwenna, I'm sure Martin appreciates your enthusiasm.
-No, I don't. -But there are boundaries.
I just figured, because you're probably up and about,
you might like a cup of coffee.
Do as I do -- Start the day with a strong brew.
Shut up and get out.
[ Sighs ] Fine.
See ya.
Don't suppose you'd like to feed them while you're over there?
Something about their beady eyes,
their arrogant little beaks.
You're lucky they're still here.
Someone's taken your hinges.
Why would someone want to do that?
Mm. Why would someone want to take your hubcaps?
Oh, you think it's Michael.
Do you want me to go up there, have a word with him?
No. You concentrate on mending the chicken run.
I can deal with the neighbors myself.
Mm.
[ Metal clanking ]
MICHAEL: I'm sick of you going on at me!
SHIRLEY: Then why don't you just leave?!
I want you gone!
Get out of my house!
MICHAEL: It's mine as much as yours!
-Why don't you leave? -Your art is rubbish!
You'll never amount to anything!
You -- Oh!
-[ Exhales sharply ] -What have you done?
DOC MARTIN: Hello?
In here, Martin!
She did it herself.
SHIRLEY: [ Groans ]
Do you know where you are, Missus, um, oh, thing?
Oh, I'm ever so sorry, Doctor.
I wasn't watching where I was going.
Can you sit up?
-Oh. Well... -Mum.
Oh. That's it.
You don't have to look at me like that. It was an accident.
Yeah.
Follow my finger.
She regained consciousness just after I called.
I need to talk to you privately.
She walked into the door when I opened it.
And did you help her walk into it?
She wasn't paying attention.
Now, Mum, would you like a scone?
'Cause I just baked a fresh batch.
Oh, no thank you, Michael. I'll be fine, sweetheart.
I think we'll let Martin decide that.
Will you all be quiet, please?
You're not concussed.
And that wound won't need stitches,
but I'll disinfect it and dress it.
-I'll do that. -No, you won't.
I know how to do it. I'm not stupid.
Her head's okay. You can leave now.
Any more abdominal discomfort?
Enough now. She needs her rest.
-Michael, please. -Fine.
Finish your business.
And the stomach pain?
-SHIRLEY: Ohh... -She's been fine.
SHIRLEY: Oh, really, I have been.
[ Chuckles ]
Might need a new pair of glasses, though.
Silly old cow that I am. [ Chuckles ]
Ow!
Ohh.
What did you make of them?
Well, it wouldn't be the first time
a mother and son had come to blows.
It is a strange setup they have.
Well, this is Cornwall.
But even so, there's obviously some sign of mental impairment.
Early dementia.
I'll see if I can speed up her referral
for a psychological evaluation
and chase up her urine analysis and toxicology.
And I'll cross them off my Christmas-card list.
Bert?
I-I lost my sea legs, Doc.
Did you take those tablets I prescribed you?
I was going to start today.
Ugh.
Well, uh, get up.
I don't know whether I can.
Oh, God. Um...
[ Indistinct talking ]
[ Laughter ]
Get a room, you two.
Granddad's got a rabbit to cook for tea.
Does anyone know any nice recipes?
-Well, I like to -- -I've never cooked one before.
I could make it into just a stew, I suppose -- veg and that.
I could fry it up.
They're not rodents, you know? Some people think they are.
They're actually game,
which doesn't mean they're up for anything.
Although they do like to *** a lot.
Old Mr. McIntyre here needs his rash looking after. Ick.
Don't forget he's gonna need a new prescription
for that stuff I can't pronounce.
This lady here has a bad back.
Thinks it could be a slipped disc
or possibly a trapped nerve.
-And this gentleman -- -Shut up.
BERT: It's getting bad again, Doc.
DOC MARTIN: All right. Come in.
Who wants tea and cake?
Sit down.
On the floor.
-What? -On the floor.
Since you didn't have the good sense --
let alone the good manners --
to take the tablets I prescribed you --
It was a new house red, Doc,
that I was trying to make work for me.
Be quiet.
You're going to have to perform the Epley maneuver.
If you do it right,
it'll reposition the particles in your ear,
and you won't have any more problems.
[ Clanging ]
Uh, the symptoms are in your left ear,
so turn your head to the left and lie down.
Remain like that for five minutes
and then turn to the other side for --
No. Wait. Remain like that for five minutes.
Then turn to the other side for a further five minutes.
[ Clanging continues ]
Am I meant to be remembering this, Doc?
Yes.
Further five minutes in that position,
then sit up straight for 30 seconds, and you should be fine.
For goodness' sake!
One more time through that, Doc?
What are you doing?
Sorry. Making too much noise?
I was gonna arrange
your leaflets, medical magazines, and journals,
and then I decided it might be fun
to make a cake for the patients.
Then I saw all your pots and pans and stuff,
and I thought I'd give them a good clean.
How many cups of coffee have you had?
Just the one.
Although I did have a hot chocolate, as well -- mint.
Some people can't stand the flavored ones.
But me, I love them.
Have you had an energy drink or caffeine tablets?
Uh, apparently, right, those drinks dehydrate you.
Stop talking. Look into the light.
-Why? -Just turn your head.
Your pupils are dilated. Mydriasis.
Caused by illness, trauma, or drug abuse.
Have you been taking drugs?
What are you saying? I don't take drugs.
Have you banged your head recently?
No. Well, I did take a couple of pills.
They weren't drugs, though. What are you doing?
Accelerated heart rate. You're fired.
-What? -You've been taking stimulants.
-I've taken energy pills. -Amphetamines, more like.
It is totally and utterly unacceptable.
Doc, I hardly think that's a sackable offense. Come on.
You didn't think that taking amphetamines
before coming to work in a doctor's surgery
was a sackable offense?
Really?
-[ Snoring ] -Bert.
Bert?
-Wake up. -Doc.
The Epley maneuver.
[ Dog barking ]
What are you doing?
My farm is not an art-supply store.
Mum said it would be okay.
I very much doubt that.
[ Sighs ] Fine. Take them.
I'm too old and too dignified
to stand around arguing about chicken feathers.
How is she, by the way?
Your mother.
Feeling better?
She's great.
No need to bother us anymore.
[ Chuckles ]
She says hello.
[ Metal clanking ]
[ Knocking ]
Mrs. Dunwich?
Hello?
Shirley?
SHIRLEY: [ Groaning ]
Shirley!
[ Belches, groans ]
What's happened to you?
[ Exhales sharply ]
He's killed me!
[ Dialing ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Doc. You caught me in the middle of a surveillance operation.
Penhale, I'm looking at the results
of a urine analysis on one of my patients.
There's a high concentration of arsenic.
Arsenic?
Do you have a case of poisoning?
Haven't had one of those in awhile.
Never, in fact.
Listen. I think the son is trying to kill the mother.
It's the, uh, Dunwich family at Cliffside Farm.
Roger that.
Thanks, Doc. I'll take it from here.
No, you won't.
I need to go to the chemist and get some dimercaprol,
but I'll meet you there.
And, Penhale,
the son is possibly deranged and has a firearm.
If I get there first, I'll wait for you.
What you doing here?
Who are you?
It's Ruth Ellingham, dear.
Shirley!
He's poisoned me.
Your son?
He put something in my food. Weed killer.
I'm dying.
Well, let's not be premature.
-[ Groans ] -I'll get help.
Now, is there a phone up here or only downstairs?
[ Gunshot ]
[ Groaning ]
Nothing to worry about.
[ Gagging ]
Put that down.
Hello, Michael.
You're here. Again.
Yes.
I was concerned about your mother.
I'm sure you are as well.
There's nothing wrong with her,
so there's no need to take her away.
I think she might be ill, Michael.
She's always complaining.
Yes, I've noticed that too.
Must be very painful for you.
You know, since I've moved here, I've seen so many guns.
Everyone seems to have one.
You need them for the vermin.
What kind of gun is that?
Do you think it would be too heavy for me?
Huh?
Well, rats are getting at the chicken's eggs.
Can I?
I don't know about that.
Okay.
I just wanted to see what it feels like.
Knowing me, I'd probably shoot the chickens and miss the rats.
I've got to warn you -- Don't you go pointing that at anyone.
It's loaded.
SHIRLEY: [ Groans ]
Mum?!
We should help her, Michael, shouldn't we?
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Groaning ]
What's the matter, Mum?
Mum?
Is she dying?
You won't be able to manage without me, will you?
It's just the thought of that!
MICHAEL: Don't say that.
You poisoned me, you murderer!
No, Mum. No, Mum, I-I wouldn't.
Why would you think that?
She's delirious.
She doesn't know what she's saying.
She needs water.
Michael, could you get some water for your mother?
I'm not drinking any of it. He'll put weed killer in it.
MICHAEL: I wouldn't!
I wouldn't!
Even if I did, the weed killer's not even --
Hear that? "Even if I did."
That's practically a confession!
Just hurry, Michael. Go on.
SHIRLEY: [ Exhales sharply ]
-Get me out of here. -I'm working on it.
But we must keep calm.
Now, is there a phone up here?
-No. -A mobile, then?
I-I think it's in my handbag. Over there.
Oh. Just like me.
Never throw anything away.
I think your son is repenting, dear.
His fear of losing you
is somewhat greater than his desire to kill you.
Why are you saying that?
There! See? Weed killer!
If you plan to poison someone,
you could at least try and be subtle about it.
No! Look, Mum, it's harmless.
-It's not -- -Michael.
Mum?
Over there.
What are you doing?
Now, Michael!
Okay.
All right.
Not ideal, but we can work with it.
Now, you watch him, while I go and --
Stay there!
I mean it!
Not another move!
Doc? Doc?
Let's not be hasty.
Caution is nine-tenths of what it takes to stay alive
in a potentially explosive situation.
You've left your lights on.
MICHAEL: Look, don't hate me, Mum.
I'll be good. I-I promise.
I'm your best little boy. Just give me another chance.
Oh, show some dignity, man.
Hello? It's Dr. Ellingham!
Uh, in here, Doctor!
-No, Martin! -Help me!
Head's quite a bit better now, Doctor.
Thank you.
Glad to hear it.
Whoa, gun.
Get in here, you!
Over there!
Go on.
-Now, uh, Missus, uh... -Dunwich.
Uh, yes.
You're confused, which is understandable.
You've absorbed a huge amount of arsenic.
You should be dead, really.
Oh. So now you're on his side.
Doc, Doc, leave it to me.
I'm trained in the art of hostage negotiation.
Nonsense.
I see you couldn't avoid getting involved.
I was trying to help them, Martin.
Everybody, be quiet!
I'm gonna shoot the next person who talks.
But I'm innocent, Mum. Believe me.
W-Why would I want to hurt you?
Because you're lazy. You want my house.
-You're just like your father. -No.
Mum, no. I-I wouldn't --
I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Please.
-Stop whining. -What are you doing?
Put that down now!
Oh, for God's sake, what do you think I'm gonna do --
throw it at you and hope you swallow some?
-Nontoxic, pet-safe. -And it's biodegradable.
Shut up.
No arsenic. It's harmless.
What about my stomach pains, huh?
That doesn't prove anything.
What it proves, dear,
is that Michael hasn't been poisoning you.
I told you, Mum.
There's a peculiar odor in this room.
I'm afraid that's the smell of ***, Doc.
It's like garlic.
And French cooking.
I think... that it's copper arsenate.
And I think it's coming from this disgusting green wallpaper.
-Wha-- -Which is lovely, Shirley.
They used to use arsenic as a pigment in wallpaper
until they found the fumes it gives off kill you.
Fumes?
-No, you're lying. -No, I'm not.
It lies dormant until it's disturbed.
How long has this wallpaper been like this?
I started stripping it about a month ago.
Moocher doesn't finish anything.
And the abdominal pains. Did they start about then?
I-I don't know. M-Maybe?
And I assume that the paranoia started then too.
Wha--
The arsenic has affected
your mental capabilities, Mrs. Winchlesea.
I told you it wasn't my fault.
If you'd finished what you'd started,
none of this would have happened.
Maybe now would be the time to put the firearm down, Shirley.
Rubbish.
Ha. I'm not falling for that.
Poisoned by the wallpaper.
Leave it to the professionals, eh, Doc?
-Now, then, Shirley... -What are you doing?
Taking control.
I'm a busy man, Shirley.
Can't spend all day nattering with you.
We both know that the gun isn't loaded.
So why don't you be a dear...
...just hand it over.
[ Grunting ]
[ Breathing heavily ] Am I hit?!
You idiot.
[ Laughs ]
I never expected that to happen.
Here. Not you.
I'll give you something to counteract
the effects of the arsenic.
-What? -Dimercaprol.
It's a good thing. Unless you want to continue feeling ill.
Good work, Doc.
I distract her, you get the gun. Textbook stuff.
Good work, people. Pats on back all 'round.
Whew.
[ Police radio chatter ]
-You all right, Mum? -Oh! Yes!
Course I am.
MAN: There we go. Up the step.
SHIRLEY: [ Grunting ]
MAN: You're all right.
You sit there.
You have no right to send her away.
I need her here.
I can take care of her, you know?
Your mother needs to go to hospital.
She will recover.
And as soon as she's discharged,
you can pick up your dysfunctional relationship
where you left off.
Well, no thanks to you.
What?
Unbelievable.
[ Clattering ]
Is he actually a policeman or just pretending to be one?
[ Cellphone rings ]
Ellingham.
What?
Right.
Well, try and get him onto his side and keep him warm.
I'll be there in a few minutes.
Patient.
Typical slacker.
Do anything to get out of mowing the lawn.
Got me *** to rights, love.
Lying down on the job.
-[ Breathing heavily ] -Doc will be here soon.
Good.
He needs to be set right.
He shouldn't have sacked you.
I want to give him a piece of my...mind.
Granddad?
Morwenna.
Granddad. Please.
Granddad?
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no. Please.
One, two, three, four, five.
[ Grunts ]
Please, Granddad.
11, 12.
Don't you dare leave me.
[ Groans softly ]
One, two, three.
He just keeled over, Doc. Do something.
-[ Groans ] -Right.
Can you hear me, Mr. Dunwich?
Yeah?
I've called an ambulance.
When did his breathing get bad?
I don't know. It seemed like forever.
A minute ago, maybe. Is he gonna be all right?
His pulse is stable. How did you know to do CPR?
I saw it on the telly.
Do you have any aspirin?
Yeah. I'll go and get it.
-Doc? -Yes?
If you don't give the child her job back,
I'm gonna be waiting for you at the gates with a big stick.
You've just had a cardiac arrest.
You're in no position to threaten me.
Did you feel any pressure in your chest
or pain before it happened?
-No. -Jaw? The left arm?
Oh, it's been fine.
He's been overdoing it.
Scampering about all over the place
since he started taking these energy pills.
What energy -- Show me these energy pills.
Are these the ones you were taking?
Army pills or something.
Granddad found them in his old stuff.
See? Definitely not amphetamines.
That's exactly what they are!
You've both been taking methamphetamines!
They came from the government, didn't they, Granddad?
Yeah.
The used to hand them out to soldiers in the field
during the Second World War to keep them going.
They're not meant for geriatrics and teenagers.
[ Weakly ] I was just trying to help.
[ Siren wailing ]
You've given yourself a heart attack
and lost your granddaughter her job.
That's really helpful, isn't it?
Doc, she didn't know.
[ Vehicle door closes ]
She deserves a second chance. Don't you think?
She's a good girl.
Well, that remains to be seen. Sit up.
MAN: We'll take care of him, love.
-Take this. -Oh. Thanks, Doc.
-And some water. -Right.
How do I look?
Uh...bit flushed.
Oh.
Pulse is fine. Regular.
Suppose that's the closest I'm gonna get to a compliment,
me and my regular pulse.
Feels all wrong, going out and leaving the baby.
You've nothing to worry about.
Apparently I have some medical training.
Make sure you check if he needs changing.
Oh, and read him a bedtime story.
He seems to like the one about the talking fire engine.
Highly unlikely that he can grasp the concept
of a fire engine, let alone one that's apparently sentient.
Studies have shown that talking to infants
can help develop their cognitive skills.
Yes. To a certain extent.
Bye.
[ Baby cooing ]
Uh, this is an article by a Dr. Henry Wolfstein
of the need to focus on cytotoxic therapies
for cancer patients.
There's a picture of Dr. Wolfstein there.
"Patients with advanced liver cancer
who had not previously received chemotherapy
were randomly allocated to three different regimens
representing minimal, conventional,
and intensive cytotoxic treatments.
Patients with impaired renal function
were excluded from the analysis,
and results were stratified according to risk category
based on retrospective analysis of previous studies.
Results support the conclusion..."
Hello? Officer in need of assistance!
And some trousers.
Who are you?
I'm Eleanor.
His grandmother.
Lulu.