Doc Martin (2004–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Nowt So Queer - full transcript

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Martin?

You're not sneaking
off, are you?

No.

No, I-I... I just didn't
want to wake you.

Y-You don't regret...

No.

- Ow!
- Oh, sorry.

No, me neither.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but can you just ask me again?

Ask you...



It's just that last night
came as such a shock.

And it hasn't really sunk in.

Right.

- Sorry.
- No. I-I see.

Um...

will marry me?

Did you find that useful?

Yes, Martin. That
was... That was useful.

Morning, all.

Uh...

- I suppose...
- Tonight?

Let's meet up.

Dinner?

- Yes.
- Yes.



Right.

- She was her in dressing gown.
- Dressing gown.

Oh, yeah. They had
that look in their eyes.

Uh-huh.

See, as a postman,
you know the signs.

I'd say our doc had
quite the pajama party.

Morning, Doc.

Mm.

Sleep well?

You all right?

Yeah.

- Morning.
- Morning, Dave.

Looks like it's all bills
for you today, Bert.

Don't shoot the messenger, eh?

Brown envelopes... Ain't
they the bane of my life?

Hey, I don't suppose any
chance of any breakfast, is there,

for a hard-working
servant of the people?

I'm gonna have to start
running a tab for you, Dave.

But seeing as you occasionally
bring me good news, go on, then.

Smashing. Sunny-side up and
a side order of bacon. Cheers.

- I...
- Shh.

Your knee replacement
was two weeks ago,

and you left the hospital
early against advice.

Well, Janet said to.

T-The MRSA. She said
it could get me again.

Miss Sawle, as I explained
to you before your operation,

the chances of you
getting MRSA again are tiny.

It was very foolish of you
to ignore your consultant

and discharge
yourself from hospital.

Are you doing the exercises
the physio gave you?

Yes. I try.

It's a bit sore, though.
That's why I need this.

- Still using painkillers?
- Well, the knee still hurts.

It's probably worse.

Hmm, it shouldn't be.

Janet said she thought
I should come home.

- Who's Janet?
- My sister.

Is she an orthopedic specialist?

No. She is a research
scientist, though.

That's not the
same thing, is it?

Looks like the antibiotics
the hospital gave you

aren't working.

This should have
progressed further by now.

I have been taking them.

I just need the
stitches taken out.

Then I won't
bother you after that.

I'm more bothered by the fact
this wound seems to be infected.

I'll give you a stronger
dose of antibiotics.

But the stitches...

No. The wound
needs to heal first.

But Janet said they
should be removed today.

I am in charge of your
aftercare, not your sister.

The stitches need to stay.

Now, make sure you get
this prescription immediately.

Yes, Doctor.

If the infection gets any worse,

you run the risk
of losing your leg.

Oh...

- Janet says...
- Far too much.

'Cause he wouldn't.

I know him. That is
so not what he'd do.

Ooh, watch your step.

Hmm?

Did she really? Oh, oh.

Gosh. Yeah, well,

he does seem a bit odder
than usual this morning, yeah.

He wouldn't take
them out, Janet.

I asked him to. I tried.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Pauline, I need you
to call Beth Sawle

and make her an
appointment for one week's time

when she's finished
her antibiotics.

She's really sweet, that one.

But her sister, Janet, right?

When we were kids, we
called her the Black Widow.

Except she's never been married,

but "Black Spinster"
doesn't sound the same.

She was a secret government
scientist at that secret place

where they test all
that biological stuff.

- Porton Down.
- Right.

And she went crazy, and
she tested it on humans

because she was jealous
of the other scientists,

and she killed them.

So they fired her.

Can I be a bridesmaid?

You go on.

Hello, Martin.

People know about
us, that we're engaged.

Yes, that's what
usually happens.

Have you told anyone?

I might have mentioned
something to someone.

- That's all right, isn't it?
- Yes.

Right, well, see
you at 6:00, then.

- Yes. Uh, bye.
- Bye.

My fiancé.

Oh, right.

- Morning, Joan.
- You're late this morning, Dave.

Mrs. Walgren waylay
you with her fairy cakes?

No. Mrs. Westbrook. Had
a warm tray of rock buns.

Couldn't pass that
up, now, could I?

Well, don't expect anything
from me. I'm far too busy.

We could always crack
open the champagne.

Why on earth would I do that?

'Cause of Martin and Louisa.

What about them?

They're engaged.

Oh, don't be silly.

No, really.

It's all around the village.

Look, I'm sure he
meant to tell you.

Yes. Yes, I expect he
tried phoning this morning,

and, uh, well...

Well, I must get on.

You got that bill ready yet?

Yeah, it's nearly done.

You can hear the cogs
in his brain grinding.

Not feeling any better, Dad?

No, I'll soldier on. These
bills won't pay themselves.

Here, could you
make a start on this,

bring these books up to date?

Don't get too used
to me being around.

I am still a plumber, you know.

I thought I was in charge of the
kitchen. I should be doing that.

- He wants it done properly.
- Then, why did he ask you?

Right! That's it! I've
had enough of you two!

It's bad enough me
feeling under the weather

without you two schoolgirls
bickering all the time.

So, ladies, you sort
yourselves out, right?

Well...

I suppose the old
man's got a point.

Suppose so.

And we have got to
work together, so...

True.

Still think you're
a prat, though.

Yeah, you too. You get
back to burning the food,

and I'll start pretending
to understand these books.

Ah, Doc.

Can I offer my congratulations?

I hope you'll both
be very happy.

I'm sure we will.

Best make the
most of your freedom

before strapping on
the old ball and chain.

Why does the subject of marriage

reduce people to
such ridiculous clichés?

You'll have your ups and downs.
Everyone does. Only natural.

This Mars and Venus
stuff... Nonsense.

All women want is to be like us.

They compensate
with yoga and nagging.

You know, they can't help it.

It's hard for them just
seeing us enjoying ourselves

when their minds are all
clogged up with hormones.

Compassion, Doc.
That's what you need.

And you have been
divorced for exactly how long?

That's a fair point.

Here's some, uh...

Oh!

Thank you. They're lovely.

A patient gave them to us.

Oh.

Ah.

Hello there. There, Doc.

And, Louisa.

I saw this coming
from day one, eh?

Our doc and our headmistress.

So it's a church do, and of
course there's a reception.

Have you thought about caterers?

Um...

I just got one word
to say to you both.

Quiche.

You know where to find me.

I suppose we
should book a church.

I mean, assuming
that... That you want a...

Yes, yes. Well, I mean...
Well, I-I do, if... if you do.

I do.

I know.

There's so much
to plan, isn't there?

Yes.

I haven't even begun to think

where we're gonna
get the horses from.

What horses?

You can't have a horse-drawn
carriage without them.

And doves...

A dozen of them released
as we leave the church.

Wouldn't that be lovely?

Martin...

all I want is a simple wedding
and a simple reception, really.

Oh, you were joking.

Yeah, I was joking.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Can't... breathe.

- Can't breathe.
- Let's get you in a chair.

Give me your chair. Get up.

Can't breathe.

Is your chest tight? Got
any pain in your jaw?

- No.
- Your arm?

Do you have any allergies?

Any history of
breathing problems?

Pneumonia about two years back.

Right. Uh, does
anyone have asthma?

- Me, yes.
- Yes, give me your inhaler.

Thank you.

Right. Breathe deeply.

- I don't have asthma.
- Breathe.

It will dilate your
airways. God!

All right, again.

Feeling better?

I need to do some tests
on you at the surgery.

I'm on a date here, Doc.

You were just on your knees in
a restaurant unable to breathe.

I'd say that was a bad
sign, wouldn't you, Dave?

Come on.

- Uh, just to make sure.
- Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

Right.

All right?

- Louisa.
- Oh, morning.

Um, I'm sorry about last night.

Oh, gosh, no,
Martin. I understand.

How is Dave?

Uh, I've sent him
for some tests.

Um, and I've, um...
been to the greengrocer's

because, uh, tonight
I'm cooking your supper.

Um, I didn't mean that
to sound like an order.

No, no. I-I'd like that.

Oh, and I called the
church, and the vicar said

there's a huge waiting
list, but he'll do what he can.

Good.

Yeah. So, well,
I'd better get going.

Yes, me too. Um, I've
got to see Mrs. Tishell.

- That's where I'm going, too.
- Oh.

Mrs. Tishell?

Mrs. Tishell?

Oh. Oh, so sorry.

I was... I was
just sorting out...

- How can I help you, Doctor?
- Has Beth Sawle been in

to collect a prescription
for ampicillin?

- Today or yesterday?
- No, sorry.

Has anyone else been
in to collect it for her?

Sorry, no.

Right.

Well, I need 28 ampicillin,
please, 500 milligrams.

28 ampicillin, 500 milligrams.

No, I haven't seen
Beth Sawle in years.

Uh, nor her sister.
They keep to themselves.

Didn't they have a bit
of a love triangle once?

Not that I listen to gossip.

"Love triangle." You
make it sound so trite.

It was years ago.

Always ends badly when two
women are in love with the same man.

He should have chosen Janet.

Strong, intelligent, steadfast.

Not that flighty younger one.

It didn't end happily,
though, did it?

He didn't see them tram tracks
in Blackpool, and then splat...

Mrs. Tishell, just
the ampicillin, please.

Right, Doctor.
Yes, there you are.

Thank you. Good day.

- See you later.
- Louisa.

- Always on the move.
- Yes.

I've heard your news.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Look after him.

Look after him well.

I will.

I, uh, I spoke to one
of the Sawle sisters.

The Black Widow, Janet.

- Good.
- No. It's not.

She said her sister was tired.

Didn't think it was a good
idea to bring her to the surgery

- two days on the trot.
- What?

I know, but I
didn't want to argue

with a woman who murdered
her colleagues, allegedly.

Looks like you'll have to
pop up there yourself, then.

Bet that will be a
barrel of laughs.

Though, obviously
not an actual bet

'cause of the whole
Gamblers Anonymous... thing.

Dr. Ellingham, I presume.

What a pleasant surprise.

It would be more pleasant

if you'd brought your
sister to the surgery.

I can only apologize if there
was any misunderstanding.

Come in.

Go through.

Oh, you didn't
need to come here.

Well, if you'd collected your
prescription as instructed,

then I wouldn't have had to.

You never told me
about a prescription.

I forgot.

I don't write them
for fun, you know.

Four times a day.

Do you need to ask
your sister's permission?

She's always looked
to me for support.

How nice.

She can console
herself with that

when they remove
her gangrenous leg.

You don't need to be concerned.

I do have some
experience in this field.

- You're not a doctor.
- No. I'm a biochemist.

I work at Porton Down.

Not for over 10 years.

I still work there.

It was just a difference
of opinion over procedure.

Gardening leave.

It'll be sorted out soon enough.

Four times a day.

I think I'd better come and
check up on you tomorrow,

don't you?

Do as the doctor
says. I'm so sorry.

I don't mean to be
so much trouble.

I noticed some wheezing
when you speak.

It's just hay fever.
I get it every year.

You taking anything for it?

Just over-the-counter
medication.

Very important
that if it gets worse,

- make an appointment and...
- We'll inform you, yes.

Don't worry.

Thank you for coming.

I'll see you tomorrow.

He said he's coming
back tomorrow.

I don't want him here.

He's interrupting my work.

He's just concerned
about me, Janet.

And you think I'm not?

Oh, no, no. Of course you are.

Thank you.

Auntie Joan.

Finally decided to
come and tell me.

Oh, right.

No, no, no.

Much better I hear
you're getting married

from the postman.

Here, hold this.

Oh, Marty, I'm delighted.

Really, I am.

I just thought I'd
come up and tell you.

No, you didn't. You came
up this way to see Beth Sawle.

I rang the surgery,
spoke to Pauline.

Have you bought
her the ring yet?

No. No, not yet.

Would you like my
mother's engagement ring?

Well, I-I always thought
that someday I'd give it

to a child of my own, but,
well, I suppose you'll have to do.

Can't have an
engagement without a ring.

Oh, thank you.

This is lovely.

Oh, thank you.

Optimal nutritional value.

Is everything all right?

Yes. Yes, I got you,
uh... I got you something.

Um...

Oh, bugger. Um...

Sorry. There.

Um, it, uh, belonged
to my grandmother.

It's beautiful.

I'll put it on, then, shall I?

Well...

probably won't fit.

From what I understand, the
woman had rheumatoid arthritis.

But...

- Oh.
- Fits perfectly.

Thank you,
Martin. It's beautiful.

There's a box, too.

You know that potatoes
actually contain enough sodium.

Oh, right. No, I
didn't know that.

It's just that they taste
better with a pinch.

Water retention.

Too much sodium
can lead to bloating.

With me personally, you mean?

No.

Um...

what are your plans for
the rest of the evening?

I thought I was
gonna be staying.

Right.

Of course, I don't have to. I...

I'll just head on
home, then, shall I?

No, no. There's cheese
and apple afterwards.

And I'd... I'd... I'd like that.

I mean, if you wanted to stay
the night, that would be fine.

It would be good.

Have some more salt.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I got a parcel here for
the other Miss Sawle.

- Needs signing for, though.
- Oh, thank you.

Here you go.

Ah.

I shall be wanting to hear the
end of that story today, Dave.

Oh, not feeling too
clever today, Beth.

Come on.

You left it on a cliffhanger.

- Beth, I've really got to...
- Oh, please?

She won't mind. She's in
the cellar doing her project.

Yeah, all right, just
for a minute, okay?

So, how's the old knee, then?

Oh, you know. No
point in grumbling.

Yeah, exactly. Just got to
get on with it, haven't you?

I've been a bit sick myself.
I've got this terrible chest.

Yeah, I'm waiting for
the tests to come back,

so I got to go back
and see the doc.

What are we like,
the pair of us, eh?

Maybe Janet could
help. She's done a lot for...

I think you should maybe go now.

- What about our cup of tea?
- Uh, no.

No, I'm more tired
than I realized.

You should go.

Yeah, right. Well, um...

Well, I hope you
get better soon.

Right.

It was just a cup of tea.

I'm trying to keep
you free of infection,

and you're inviting every Tom,
Dick, and Harry that passes

- to come on in.
- It was just the postman.

I beg your pardon?

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I won't do it again.

Sorry, mate. Slept in.

Feeling a bit rough.

I got that inventory
done, though.

How long are you gonna
keep this act up for, then?

What?

Doesn't fool me.

I know your game.

Mate, the look on your face.

That was a Kodak moment, that.

Leave it out, mate.

Are you sure you don't want
me to finish up them books?

You know, I know this
place better than anyone else.

Nah, you're cool.

Morning, boys.

Oh...

I am feeling no better.

Want me to go to the chemist
and see if she's got something?

No. No, I-I...

I think I should see
the surgeon general.

Mick, you all right?

I'm fine.

Well, you know, perhaps you
should come and see the doc.

With me.

I told you, I'm fine.

It came on all of a sudden, Doc.

- I haven't felt this rotten...
- Deep breath.

I had bronchitis as a boy.

Deep breath.

Oh...

- How old were you?
- 9, 8.

Could have been 9. Or 8.
Stopped when I hit puberty.

At least I thought
it was puberty.

Feels like something
crawled in my ear.

- Any discharge?
- Oh, yeah.

There was gloop all over
my pillow this morning.

- I'll need a sample.
- Right you are.

- Not from there.
- Oh.

Spit.

Pauline...

Hold on. Going for
a high score here.

Doc?!

- Enough about that...
- Doc?!

Doc.

Right.

All right. Don't panic.
You'll make it worse.

- Just breathe normally.
- I can't. I'm scared.

Pauline, call an ambulance.
I'll get some oxygen.

- Bert, can you sit him up?
- Right.

Right, Dave. Up you
come. There's my boy.

That's it. Well done. Easy, now.

Hello? Can I have an
ambulance, please?

Easy there.

Portwenn Surgery.
Dr. Ellinghham.

Put that on.

No, it's the postman.

Yeah. Thanks very much.

There's a step there. Step up.

That's it. That's it.

So, have I got
what he's got, Doc?

Well, you've both got
respiratory complications.

From the rapidity of the onset,
I'd say that you've been exposed

to something that's caused
an extreme allergic reaction.

"Exposed"? I don't
like the sound of that.

It could be bronchopulmonary
aspergillosis.

How's the breathing?

Better.

My main concern is it's the
more severe form, aspergilloma.

We'll know more when
the test results come back.

So, what's this, uh,
broncho-pulley thing, then, Doc?

It's caught by
inhaling the spores

of the the aspergillus fungus.

In your case, your lungs are
weakened by the bronchitis,

making you more
susceptible to the infection.

This injection should
widen your airway.

X-ray and sputum
test will reveal more.

If I'm right, you'll need
antifungal treatment.

Shall I wait for the
ambulance, as well, Doc?

No, you're not an emergency.

He's back. Again.

- I told you this would happen.
- I'm... I'm sorry.

You spend your life running
around, not a care in the world,

while I'm the one slaving away.

Oh, we should answer it.

Janet...

Shh.

Hello?

It's Dr. Ellingham.

Oh!

All this way just to
see little old Beth?

She's very lucky you're
taking such an interest.

Luck has nothing to do
with it. I have a duty of care.

And in future, she needs
to come to the surgery.

I've been telling her
that from the start.

She's always been a
bit, um, troublesome.

This way, please.

I don't understand
why it isn't healing.

- How do you feel?
- Oh, uh, all right.

I can only apologize
for any misunderstanding

over the antibiotics.

- It won't happen again.
- So I should hope.

I'll see that Beth takes them.

Though, of course,
it will be a few days

before we see any
signs of progress.

Uh, maybe.

If it doesn't improve, you'll
have to go back to hospital.

Once again, thank
you for coming.

I'll see to poor Beth here.

Hospital?

I'll have to up the dosage.

Oh, but, Janet...

You do want to get
better, don't you?

Oh, yes.

Or would you rather go
back to that dirty hospital?

Remember how
ill you were before?

- Is that what you want?
- No.

Then hush.

You need your rest.

And I have work to
do, so much work.

All for you... my dear.

Three weeks?

Three weeks.

- Vicar had a cancellation.
- Right.

You think it's too soon, do you?

No, I-I don't. Why? Do
you think it's too soon?

No. I mean, we
want to get married.

So, why wait?

I don't suppose
there's any chance

of you just ignoring that.

Ah, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry.

Ellingham.

Right. Inhale.

Again.

You feel better?

Just fine, thanks.

I just came in, and
he was on the floor.

It's just... It's dizzy
spells, nothing.

First thing tomorrow, I want
you to go to the hospital with Bert

for a chest X-ray
and a sputum test.

It's that broncho-whatnot
thing, isn't it, Doc?

Aspergillosis. Probably.

Me, Dave, now Mick.
Oh, it's like a plague.

Pretty soon, the whole
village will be under.

Be quiet.

I hear from Bert

we have something of
an epidemic on our hands.

Do you?

As the local law enforcement,
I have a right to know.

If emergency measures
need to be put in place...

I suspect that some
people have been exposed

to the spores from
the aspergillus fungus.

These cause fungus balls

that either destroy the lung or
cause massive hemorrhaging.

What exactly do you plan to do?

Um...

Right.

Got an e-mail.
Apparently you were right.

Aspergilloma.

So, where do we
start looking, then?

We don't.

Spores. Fungus.

It's like "Invasion of
the Body Snatchers."

You can't just sit back
and watch it all happen.

In a village like this,

the fungus could originate
from any number of sources.

Looks like it's all down
to me and the doc, then.

Think the doc was
sort of suggesting

you just be quiet
and leave him alone.

Looks like it's
down to me, then.

- Good to have you back, Joan.
- Well, it's good to be back.

But I can't lower
my prices any more.

You're already on a
special friends' rate as it is.

Yeah, I know, I know.

So, your dad's got you
running it all now, then?

Not much choice. He's been
sick. Mick's not too good, either.

It's touch and go whether
we'll even open tonight.

Oh, good lord.

And you know we can only
afford once a week from now on.

Well, it's only ever
been once a week.

I thought the book said two.

No.

Huh.

So, what's that for, then, Doc?

Antifungal treatment.

Your test results suggest

that you have an allergic
reaction to aspergillus spores.

How have we got this thing,
and where did we get it from?

We caught it from
Dave, didn't we, Doc?

The infection is caught
by inhaling spores.

Now, for that to happen, Dave
would have to expose himself

to the source and then
carry them around with him.

See? Dave was the
first one who got it.

He's probably infected

every woman with a baking
tray between here and Bodmin.

So far, there have only been
three cases. Let's not panic.

Why do you look so worried?

Sit up straight.

Janet, my chest hurts.

I-I...

I can't even stand
up... let alone...

I'm so tired.

You heard what I
said to the doctor.

It will take a while for
the medication to kick in.

And I've increased the dosage.

Oh...

I don't want to go to hospital,

but I can't see any other way.

You won't be going back
to hospital, I promise.

You won't be going anywhere.

Thank you very much, Doc.

Oh, I've been thinking.

You know, should
you need a caterer

- for your wedding...
- Goodbye, Bert.

Pauline, I need a
list of all the patients

with bronchial complaints
in the last week.

Mr. Ball is next.

Is it bronchial?

Oh, go through.

Portwenn Surgery.

Okay, um, uh, well,
can you come in?

Get someone to drive you?

All right, well, um...

you, um, breathe in through your
nose and out through your mouth.

I'll tell him. It's Beth
Sawle, the nice one.

She's having trouble breathing.

Right, Mick, so, let me
know if it gets a bit too much

- for you, right?
- Thanks, Bert.

- Dad.
- Yeah?

I've been going
through the books.

We got more invoices
than we've had deliveries.

Well, chase up
the suppliers, boy.

It means you've been
paying for stuff you haven't got.

Well, that can't be right.

I mean, Mick. you handle
all the orders, don't you?

Since day one.

You made a mistake,
mate. Books are a mess.

No.

No mistakes, mate.

'Cause you've been pocketing
the difference, ain't you, boy?

Bert? Can you have a
word with your son, please?

Can't work under
these conditions.

Listen. I've gone
over it twice now.

Joan makes one delivery a
week. We've got invoices for two.

So I checked around,
and it's the same

with all the other suppliers,
every single one of them.

- So, how short are we, then?
- It's enough.

Basically most of the
profits since he's been here.

You know, I've
really tried with him.

I've tried to be
nice, to be friendly.

But let’s face it, Bert.

He's wanted to get rid of
me since the day he got here.

Look, I wouldn't
say it if I wasn't sure.

Dad, come here.

Look at this.

I'm sure.

Come on, Bert.

I think you better go.

Bert, I've got a very
urgent house call to make,

and your stupid van is
blocking up half the road.

Would you please
come and move it?

Oh, I get it. Yeah, it all
makes sense now, doesn't it?

You told them, didn't you?
About me being in prison.

Yeah, some doc you are!

No, I didn't.

Prison?

Oh.

Bugger.

You might have
said something, Doc.

I have no idea
what this is about

and have even less interest.

Would you come and
move your van, please?

You know, Bert...

I was gonna pay it all back.

Don't try and insult us, son.

Doc, you might have mentioned.

I mean, him having his
grubby hands in the till and all.

Van!

I'll get it.

Miss Sawle?

Miss Sawle?

Doctor.

Miss Sawle.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I had to call.
- Don't try to talk.

Breathe deeply.

And again.

Oh, what's wrong with me?

It's the MRSA again, isn't it?

You have a fungal infection.
You have to go to hospital.

- I can't go to hospital.
- You have to.

What if I catch MRSA again?

Shh.

What are these?

These aren't prescription.

Where did you get them from?

Who gave you these?

They're from Janet.

Right.

I need to speak to your
sister. Where is she?

I have to be quiet.

I talk too much. I've
always talked too much.

Where is your
sister, Miss Sawle?

She's in the cellar.

Thank you.

This is Dr. Ellingham,
from Portwenn.

I need an ambulance as
soon as possible, please,

to Trethwick Lodge, near
St. Breward and Bodmin Moor.

Yeah.

Ow!

Ow!

What the hell are
you doing here?

This is private
property. Get out.

You're growing cultures.

Well observed, Doctor.

Is that a pill press?

Oh, please, tell me
you're not attempting

to manufacture
your own antibiotics.

Did you give her any of
the prescribed medication?

A pointless exercise.

Any disease-causing bacterium

now has strains resistant to
at least one of your antibiotics.

Modern medicine can't
cope. Just look at MRSA.

Right, so you decided to
cure her yourself, did you?

That's how science
works, Doctor.

By taking bold steps. By
conquering the unknown.

Do you know how
Alexander Fleming

discovered penicillin?

As far as I'm aware, he didn't
use his sister as a guinea pig.

You're just like
the rest of them.

No vision.

Meanwhile, resistants
like MRSA flourish.

When they see what I've done,

they'll realize that my
way is the best way.

Do you realize that without
immediate medical attention,

your sister could loose
her leg and possibly her life?

Do you understand
what you've done?

I'm helping her.

Helping?

You've infected four
people, including your sister,

with aspergillosis.

You can't blame me for that.
Nobody comes near this house.

What about the postman? He
was the first one I diagnosed.

- You get post, don't you?
- He's never been down here.

He wouldn't have to.

That's your kitchen up
there. Look at that vent.

Anybody sitting up there could
cover themselves with spores

and pass it on to God knows who.

Your sister is
going to hospital.

She is seriously ill.

Environmental Health
can clean up this mess.

Spooky old bat.

I've been thinking.

You and me. We've
been through a lot.

And you're gonna be
needing a bridesmaid,

and I've never
been a bridesmaid.

Right.

And I'll try not to look
prettier than you on the day.

Good, yeah.

So, I'll pick out my dress and
give you the receipt, shall I?

Pauline, thank you,
but an old friend of mine

has already decided she
wants to be my bridesmaid.

And, actually, I don't really
want one, let alone two.

Sorry.

Okay.

I didn't want to have
to say this, Louisa,

but, actually, it's the doc.

He needs me
there. Moral support.

He hasn't exactly
said so, but I know.

So, think it over, yeah?

Ah, sorry I'm late.

Oh, that's all right,
it's only 10 minutes.

Don't worry. Although
it's sweet of you to worry.

Punctuality is a virtue.

I spoke to Roger Fenn.

He's offered to give me
away since Dad's, you know...

- In prison.
- Yes, thank you, Martin.

Uh, sorry, uh, everybody.

If I can just have your
attention here, that's lovely.

Um, due to circumstances
out of our control

and Dad firing the chef

the following items have been
removed from today's menu.

They are the roast rib of
beef with Yorkshire pudding,

the shoulder of pork
with applesauce,

the lamb with mint sauce,

the pan-fried
fillet of red mullet,

and the West Country
cheese soufflé.

The all-day breakfast,
however, is still available.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Come on, I've had me breakfast.

Well, I could rustle
something up.

Oh, well, I'm sure they'd
appreciate your help.

No, I meant for us, just
us. Back at my place.

Yes, uh, I'd like that.

I got you something.

Oh, thank you.

It's to help with your snoring.

I don't snore.

You do.

I don't.

And I need sleep if we're
gonna spend nights together.

- Uh-huh.
- These are self-adhesive.

They apply gentle,
constant pressure

while pulling the nostril open,

effectively widening
the nasal passage

and increasing the airflow.

You're only supposed
to wear them at night.

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