Doc Martin (2004–…): Season 9, Episode 4 - Paint It Black - full transcript
Louisa panics when Buddy the dog goes missing, but Martin is too busy preparing for his second required medical assessment to help search for their errant pet. Bert and Al learn distressing news about the pub, and Penhale receives an unexpected visitor to the police station.
[Up-tempo music plays]
[Sea gulls squawking]
[Music continues]
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Oh, you've lost Buddy.
- Yeah.
He's been missing for a couple
of days, so if you see him...
- I'll keep my eyes out for him.
- Thank you.
[Blender whirs]
- Hello.
- Hi.
I've handed out
leaflets to everyone
and everywhere I can think of.
Have you tried the pound?
They might have him.
They put them down sometimes.
Don't say that
in front of James.
I don't want to upset him.
He won't understand
what I've said.
Here.
What's in this?
Uh, broccoli, spinach, and kale.
It contains vitamins,
fiber, calcium, iron,
folate, and potassium.
Mm. It tastes like it.
- Mm.
- Thanks.
- Morning.
- MARTIN: Morning, Ruth.
LOUISA: Hi there.
I'll just finish getting
James ready for nursery.
Then you can take him along.
Oh. Thanks for this, Ruth.
We really appreciate it.
Oh, it's no problem at all.
I'm looking forward to
spending some time with him.
I wish you'd stay here while
they were fixing your boiler.
It'd be much easier.
Oh, I like it at the
pub. It has character.
I hope you're
preparing properly.
It's a complete farce.
Oh, that's the spirit.
It'll be pretend patients
presenting pretend illnesses
in the presence of
some ghastly assessor
reporting on how I
pretend to diagnose them.
I'd better get going, then.
Going to have a lovely
day with Ruth. Yeah.
There we go.
- Well, good luck today.
- Thank you.
See you later,
sweetie. Thanks, Ruth.
Bye.
Right. I'll open the surgery.
[Rooster crowing,
chickens clucking]
JOE: Apart from the
tractor and digger,
was anything else stolen?
No.
Policeman's here, Billy.
Say hello, then.
- Hello.
- Hello.
So you didn't see or hear
anything last night either?
No. I-I wouldn't have
'cause of my machine.
Your machine?
He's got this white-noise thing.
It helps him sleep, apparently.
It's calming.
JOE: I'll send my report
to stations in the area
so they can keep
their eyes peeled.
Do you have the chassis
numbers for the vehicles?
Should all be there, but
just let me know if it's not.
We'd meant to do a big tidy-up
of the farm, paperwork and all,
after Dad died, but...
Well, you know how it is.
Work gets in the way.
Wonder how they managed
to move the tractor and digger
without making any noise.
Could've used a low-loader.
Suggests they're professionals.
It's all about finding patterns.
That's the last thing we need.
We don't know how
we're gonna replace them.
- You don't have insurance?
- Well, yeah.
It's just the hassle, isn't it?
Plus these companies
are always try to screw over
the working man.
Well, I'll take one last
look around the yard.
You'd be surprised what
the trained eye can pick up.
[Birds chirping, goat bleating]
You want a tea or a coffee?
- Billy can fix you one.
- I wouldn't say no to a coffee.
You heard the man, Billy.
Milk, two sugars.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
Surgery's closed this
morning. GMC assessment.
[Footsteps approaching]
We're not open this morning.
Oh! What are you doing here?
If I told you that,
I'd have to kill you.
Not that I would. It's
just an expression.
I'd never actually kill anyone.
I thought you were in Poland.
No. Living in Exeter now.
It's a long story.
Right. Sounds great.
So, you're working here now.
That's a relief. I had
you down as a possible.
- A possible?
- Criminal in the making.
I remember you were
something of a shoplifter.
I forgot to pay for a
packet of crisps... once.
The jails are full of
people who forgot things.
Anyway, good to see you
on the straight and narrow.
- Is the doc in?
- Uh, yeah, he is.
But the surgery's
closed this morning.
It won't take long.
It's police business.
And I'll bet he'll be
stoked to see me.
Guess who, Doc!
- Doc?
- [Door opens]
It's me.
Yes? How can I help you?
- Mark Mylow.
- I know.
You... don't seem
surprised to see me.
I didn't know I was
supposed to be.
Are you well?
I'm good. Yeah. How are you?
I'm fine.
Have you... redecorated in here?
No.
You've got a dog.
It's a stray, currently missing.
Well, if I see anything,
I'll let you know.
I'm actually here with a case,
but maybe two birds, one stone.
Did you want to see me?
Just wanted to say hello.
Also, I've had a
pain in my spine,
my upper legs,
and my pelvic area,
plus a feeling like I've got
a full bladder all the time,
and then trouble, you know...
Any other symptoms?
Stings when I finally
do manage to...
I think it's prostate cancer.
Why do you think that?
I looked it up.
I'd need to give you
a full examination.
I have an appointment, but
I can spare you five minutes.
[Exhales deeply] Thanks, Doc.
You're the only
one I trust to do this.
The examination table, please.
Get onto your side.
I'll give you an internal
examination as well.
Please take off your pants.
I don't mind telling you, Doc,
I got a little nostalgic
for my time here.
Time passes, you get older,
and you get to wondering
where all the years have gone.
Stop talking.
[Gasps, exhales sharply]
MARTIN: There's no
sign of anything unusual.
I'll take some blood and urine
samples and run some tests.
How long are you
staying in Portwenn for?
I'm actually here in an official
capacity, very hush-hush.
Hop up on the table, please,
and take off your jacket.
Give me your arm.
[Laughs] God.
Remember how you used
to have that blood phobia?
Used to make me laugh.
A doctor who couldn't
stand the sight of blood!
[Suspenseful music plays]
[Snorts]
Sorry, Doc.
[Door opens]
Come back for your test
results on Wednesday.
Thanks, Doc, and, uh...
maybe we can catch
up over dinner sometime.
Uh... [Clears throat]
- Oops.
- Oh.
[Chuckles] Careful there.
I'll arrest you for speeding.
- [Chuckles]
- Ah. Yes. Very good.
Dr. Ellingham,
I am Dr. Edward Mullen,
officer of the GMC.
Call me Ed.
I'm here to carry
out your assessment.
I know you find this whole
shooting match a bit of a pain,
but, uh, I have a job to do,
you've got a job to get back to,
so let's make this as
painless as possible.
- I'd appreciate that.
- Great.
Now, I have handpicked
three guinea pigs
from my own patient list.
They'll have their
symptoms revised.
No peeking, now.
The whole thing should
only take a couple of hours.
They'll come in.
They'll explain to you...
Yes. I know how it works.
No. It's just part of my remit
includes explaining to you...
It's not necessary.
Right. Well, let's get this
show on the road, then.
Mm.
[Sea gulls squawking]
Why do you think he's here?
Routine inspection.
He's never done one before.
Maybe he's come
to congratulate us.
Ah! Ken. You're here already.
You caught us in the middle
of our daily cleaning routine.
- Right, boy?
- AL: Yeah.
Do you want me to
show you around?
- I've made some improvements.
- Sounds good.
Bit of a long
journey here, though.
- I'll fix you a drink.
- Uh, Ken don't drink.
I meant water.
- So, Ken, how are you?
- Sorry, Bert.
Do you mind if
we catch up later?
I might have a quick lie-down.
Exactly.
Uh, you're in number 5,
overlooking the harbor.
Nothing but the
best for the boss.
And don't worry. I'll
bring the suitcase up.
Any room at the inn?
Mark!
[Laughs]
SALLY: Dosage is
on the label. Goodbye.
[Bell chimes]
Oh, dear!
I thought I told you
to go see the doctor.
He's closed all morning
for some assessment thing.
What assessment?
Morwenna said it was
for the BFG or something.
GMC?
Could be.
I'm closing for a bit.
Go! Out! Out! Get out!
All of you! Out, out, out!
- Out, you!
- Well...
Out. Go on.
[Bell chimes]
So, I have placed
some extra sheets
on the reception desk here.
Jill! You're up first.
Now, remember your
nonverbal cues as well.
- Is that the assessor?
- Sorry. Who are you?
Fellow medical practitioner.
I thought it might be prudent
to give you some context.
Context?
Dr. Ellingham has been a
great servant to the village.
And on personal level,
he's helped me hugely after
the death of my husband.
Have you lost a loved one?
- Yes, actually, I have.
- Recently?
No.
I was just looking at it.
[Door opens]
Doctor.
[Whispering] Carpal
tunnel syndrome.
- What?
- I think you should leave, lady.
I think you should leave, too.
[Down-tempo music plays]
For your information, Doctor,
I would've expected to
see numbness and tingling
in the thumb and forefinger,
discomfort in the wrist.
I would recommend the
patient use an ice bath
three to four times a day.
If there's any wastage
of the thenar eminence,
I'd suggest surgery.
Shall we pretend to
see another patient now?
[Music continues]
Sit down, Jill.
All right, Jerry.
You're up next.
Don't mess this up.
So, how long you been back?
- Almost a year now.
- No way.
I did try to get ahold
of you a while back,
but your phone was
no longer working.
New country, new phone.
I was gonna get in touch,
but I was swamped with work.
Earning my stripes.
You know how it is.
Yeah. I don't know. Still
make time for people.
Actually, Morwenna keeps saying
you ought to make
more time for her.
They're getting married.
Oh, congratulations.
Yeah. I'm pretty lucky.
You know, she stole a
packet of crisps once.
Right.
That's not really going to
affect my decision to marry her.
No. I suppose not.
You always did have
a thing for receptionists.
We have a word for that in
the force... serial behavior.
Well, it's a small village.
How about you,
Bert? Any lucky ladies?
- I got engaged.
- Oh!
She dumped me.
Oh. That's a bit depressing.
Sort of wish I hadn't asked.
Anyway, the reason I'm
here is the top brass in Exeter
wanted to use my
local knowledge.
Big case.
What can you tell me
about the new boy?
- New boy?
- P.C. Penhale.
Oh, Joe. [Laughing]
Oh, he's fine.
Time was when a policeman
had to be more than fine.
I've checked his records.
He's hardly got
a string of arrests.
Well, it's pretty quiet
'round here, isn't it?
Oh, he did get kicked in
the head by a horse once.
Yes.
I suppose I'd
better check on in.
Every Sherlock has their
Holmes traipsing behind them.
I think you mean Watson.
- I know what I meant, Al.
- Right.
Anyway, it's, uh,
great to see you, mate.
Yeah.
I'm sorry for not
being in touch.
[Grunts]
[Birds chirping]
Have you lost weight recently?
A little bit, yeah. [Coughs]
But it's mostly this cough and
the, uh, sweats and headaches.
I'll look at your
chest. Lie down.
Oh. Bugger. It's
gone fizzy again.
Just a minute.
What do you mean? What's
gone fizzy? Your legs?
Yeah. [Exhales deeply]
Do you have an
urge to move them?
Do they get hot and
itchy if you lie or sit still?
They'll twitch at night, too.
It's been driving the wife nuts.
That's restless leg syndrome.
You should have your GP run
some bloods and test your iron.
And in the meantime, lay
off the caffeine and alcohol.
I have to give up the beer?
If you and your wife want
a decent night's sleep,
you should, yes.
No. Uh, that's not ac...
He had influenza
type A, so that's wrong.
And what about his legs?
Well, sorry, Doc. That
wasn't part of the act.
I've just been suffering with
these legs for a while now.
Have you told your
own GP about them?
Well, I did, but... you
didn't follow up on them.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Door opens, closes]
Hello.
Can I help you?
"How may I be of assistance?"
"How may I be of assistance?"
has more of an
air of authority to it.
We're police, not
fast-food workers.
And you are?
Sergeant Mark Mylow.
Oh. Mylow as in...
This is my old station. Yeah.
I hope you've been
looking after her.
You left a box of
clothes in the wardrobe.
But if you want
them, it's too late
'cause I took them
to the charity shop.
Except the fleece.
I kept the fleece. It's nice.
I'm just letting you know that
I'll be operating in the area.
Top-level hush-hush case.
Top-level hush-hush case here?
See? Said too much already.
- Well, maybe I could help.
- I doubt it.
No offense. This
is a big-city crime.
Maybe if you told me...
A highly trained gang of thieves
stealing farm machinery
across the Southwest.
We had one of those last night.
Really? Go on. Show me.
- Uh, I want in on it.
- I'm the senior officer.
- I was first on the case.
- It doesn't work like that.
You could work under me.
I'll need someone
to file papers,
chasing up names and
numbers, that kind of thing.
Suppose so.
[Down-tempo music plays]
So you haven't had
sharp stabbing pains
in your chest lately?
No.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure. I've been fine.
I take it you're supposed
to have sharp chest pains.
Am I?
Does it hurt when
you take deep breaths?
- I don't know.
- MULLEN: Just give me a sec.
[Whispering] Check your sheet.
My sheet?
Your symptom sheet!
Oh, right. Okay. Hang on.
I forgot my reading glasses.
Let me...
You have costochondritis.
Okay. Great.
I'm sorry, but I fail to
see what this is achieving.
I've had enough.
It's a complete
waste of my time.
All right, Martin.
I admit that it didn't run as
smoothly as we anticipated.
You have one patient
with an actual illness
that you failed to diagnose,
and this one doesn't seem
to know why she's here at all.
Oh, sorry, Doc.
How do I get treatment
for costochondritis?
It's not real.
Okay.
You don't have it. You're cured.
Oh! Thank you.
- He's very good.
- Yeah.
- Look, Martin.
- Doctor.
I apologize. Let's reschedule.
No. I've done what was asked.
I can't assess you on today.
- It was a total disaster.
- That's not my fault.
I have real patients with
genuine medical conditions
that need my attention.
No, no, no, no, Martin.
I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you.
I have fulfilled my
obligation. Goodbye.
No. It's not over
until I say it's over.
It's his stomach, Doc.
He's been complaining
about it for days,
and he just doubled up,
so I drove him straight here.
Well, why hasn't he
come to see me before?
I told him, but he
said I was just whining.
No, I never said that, Doc.
Can you make your way
through to the consulting room?
Yeah.
No. Consultations
are private. Thank you.
- Take care of him, Doc.
- BILLY: [Grunts]
M-Martin, I feel there's been
a terrible misunderstanding.
Yes, there has.
I have a patient.
Come over here. Lie
down. Pull your shirt up.
Do you have a sharp
burning sensation
immediately above your naval?
[Grunts]
I-I can't eat properly
'cause it hurts.
Mm. Are you experiencing
any stress at the moment?
The more you tell me, the
easier it is for me to help you.
Dad died two years
ago, left us the farm.
George really wants
it to be a success,
like he wants to prove
something to Dad.
But it's hard.
We're skint, and farms
everywhere are going bust.
Some nights, I just dream
I'm a bird, flying away.
But then even
that gets stressful
'cause of the wind and stuff
and I'm scared of heights.
I need a stool sample.
I suspect you have
a duodenal ulcer.
Uh, take this jar, go to
the lavatory next door,
and then make an
appointment with the receptionist.
Come back and
get your test results.
Is he okay?
It's just there.
[Down-tempo music plays]
What's that for?
You know.
Hardly necessary.
I'm concerned about the MO.
These vehicles... Not
particularly high-end.
Doesn't fit the
pattern established
by the Bude, Wadebridge,
and Padstow thefts.
Well, maybe they had bad intel.
They expected better but in
the end just took what was there.
Maybe.
Did you check for tire tracks?
Yes. Of course.
Although I could always go
back up there, check again.
I'd better come with you.
It's quite possible
you've missed something.
We'll head over in the morning.
They'll probably be pleased
to see a proper policeman
on the case.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Dog barking]
LOUISA: Hello.
Hello.
- How was college?
- Yes. It was pretty good.
I've got my first supervised
session in a couple of weeks,
and I was thinking.
I was wondering if I could
use the phlebotomy room,
because you don't seem
to use it anymore, do you?
Oh, I didn't know you were
planning on doing it in there.
Well, I won't get in your way.
That's what you said
about the tuition group.
Um, yes.
Uh, of course, if you have to.
I'll probably give it
a fresh lick of paint.
It's a bit small and dingy.
How did it go with
the mock patients?
Oh, it was a shambles.
The supervising
doctor was an imbecile.
[Sighs] You didn't
tell him that, did you?
Of course not.
You say, "Of course I didn't,"
as if you've never called
anyone an imbecile before, Martin.
I don't suppose anyone's
called about Buddy, have they?
No. Nothing.
Sweet potatoes, broccoli,
dark leafy greens, mackerel.
It's important you get as
much protein and calcium
in your diet.
When I'm pregnant,
which I'm not.
Had some study time today,
and I read all about
secondary infertility...
You know, impaired
sperm production
and fallopian-tube damage
and ovulation disorder
and all that sort of thing.
I think you're w-worrying
about a lot of fairly unlikely
scenarios there, but...
But if you like, we
could run some tests,
check your hormone levels
and ovulation and 28-day cycle.
The best chance would
be the day after tomorrow.
Oh. Well, put me in then.
You don't need an
appointment. You're my wife.
That's handy.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
You've had a liver transplant.
Oh, that's lucky considering
your history with alcohol.
Only thing is, on my way
down from Bristol yesterday,
I started feeling ill.
In what way?
Just tired, I suppose, like
I hadn't slept for weeks.
Give me your wrist.
You smell of smoke. Have
you started smoking again?
No.
That would be
idiotic, wouldn't it,
given your medical history,
if you started smoking again?
I know that, Doc.
Your blood pressure's high.
You've put on a bit of weight.
Staying with my
sister. Feeds me well.
- You taking immunosuppressants?
- Yeah.
I'll prescribe you
some chlorothiazide
for your high blood pressure.
Make sure you cut
back on your salt intake.
And no caffeine, no
alcohol, and stop smoking.
[Down-tempo music plays]
- Louisa!
- Oh!
Mark! I thought you were in...
Poland. Yeah. I know. [Chuckles]
It's a bit of a story, that one.
- Yeah.
- Oh.
In Exeter now.
Back with the force. Sergeant.
Wow. Oh, good for you.
You look well.
I try to look after myself.
- You look good, too.
- Oh, thank you.
Healthy. I mean nice.
Nice and healthy.
You always did. Still
at the school, then?
No. No. I've gone
back to college.
I'm training to be
a child counselor.
Oh. That'll explain
the pushchair, then.
No. That's mine.
Well, it's not mine.
It's my sons’, James.
I've just dropped
him off, actually.
I didn't know about that.
Is the father still around or...
Yes. It's Martin.
Wedding ring, which means
you... probably married him.
I did, yeah.
That's great.
Is it great?
It is, yeah.
[Exhales sharply] That's great.
Well, I'd love to stay and chat,
but there's a big case...
Criminals, that sort of thing.
Better go.
Oh, Mark, come here. [Laughs]
- It's lovely to see you again.
- I know.
I mean... me too.
I mean... thank you.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Sea gulls squawking]
Sorry about yesterday.
I just didn't feel
up to a big chat.
No problem. Would
you like some breakfast?
- I can fix you something.
- No, no. You'd best sit down.
I've been trying to
think how to say this,
and maybe it's best
just to come out with it.
- I'm selling the pub.
- BERT: What?
But... But sales are up. I
can show you the figures.
This place has
never done so well.
It's not you two. It's me.
I just want to cash in, move on.
See, I haven't been well.
Yeah. We heard.
I just want to see some of
the world before it's too late.
Ken, let's discuss this.
I didn't come here
to discuss this.
I come here to
give you fair warning
and first refusal
to buy this place.
We can't afford to buy the pub
even if you did give
us a generous discount.
I said first refusal,
not discount.
Think about it.
Here's Samantha's card.
You'd best go through her.
Ken, how are you?
Good now that I've taken a
weight off my shoulders, Ruth.
Oh, he seems happy.
Fff. He's selling the
pub from under us.
Homeless, unemployed,
and it's not even 10:00.
- Ruth...
- No.
I haven't even
said anything yet.
I could see where it was going.
And although I enjoyed...
No, not enjoyed...
Appreciated my time in
business with you both...
But, Ruth, it's making a profit.
It's not the money, Bert.
It's what Ken said.
It's the weight
on the shoulders,
and I don't need it either.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Dog barking]
Buddy?
Buddy!
[Up-tempo music plays]
Buddy?
Buddy!
Buddy!
Still can't quite believe it
about Louisa and the doc.
He and I were good
friends back in the day.
Me and the doc
are best friends now.
Really?
Yeah. [Chuckles]
We get up to all sorts.
I suppose you've
got the time for it.
How many arrests have you
made in the past few years?
Modern policing's
about crime prevention.
Easy to say when
there's no crime around.
I improved on your record.
Yeah... You came into a village
that I transformed and made safe
and reaped the
benefits of my expertise.
You went to Poland
to become a plumber.
Why have you come back?
It's a long story.
You let me do the talking
up at the farm, all right?
Exeter have got
a lot riding on this.
[Up-tempo music plays]
Buddy!
[Dog barking]
Hello?
Buddy?
- Can I help you?
- [Gasps] Sorry.
I've lost my dog.
- Is it dead?
- What? No.
This is the undertaker's.
- Mm.
- I think I can help you.
Follow me.
[Clock chiming]
Oh, look! Buddy!
Oh, we've been so worried.
I'm sorry. Very single-minded.
Oh, he's been coming
on and off for a week.
- Really? I'm sorry.
- I thought he was a stray.
- I'm Julia.
- Uh, Louisa.
- [Laughs]
- Oh, hi.
Have you just moved here?
I heard someone was
taking over the undertaker's.
I inherited it.
It just took ages getting
everything sorted.
It's tricky moving
when it's just yourself
and a dog and a small child...
Not in any particular
order of preference.
Well, how old is your child?
Arthur. He's nearly 3.
Well, if you're
looking for a nursery,
my son goes to Portwenn
Tots up at the school.
- It's really very good.
- Oh, I'll bear it in mind.
Well, actually, while we're on
the subject of local knowledge,
I need to introduce
myself to the village GP,
but I hear he's
something of an ogre.
- Oh, I don't know about that.
- Oh, no.
Everyone says he's
got a very short temper
and an even shorter fuse.
Yes, and he's also
my husband, s-so...
[Laughing] Oh!
You should've let
me keep talking,
see how big a grave I
could've dug for myself.
Yeah. Well, um, we'll be
getting out of your hair, then.
Sorry again about Buddy.
Oh, we'll miss him.
Any luck with Ken?
No.
Dad spoke to him about lowering
the price, but he won't budge.
He's just had a health
scare, hasn't he?
Pretty big one, yeah.
That came make
someone reassess their life.
Sometimes they go too far
and throw the baby
out with the bathwater.
So what are you saying?
Don't try and
negotiate the price.
It won't work.
He's in a mind-set where
selling is the only option.
You have to try and
make him reconsider.
I don't see how.
He's had a transplant.
Show him that a lump sum
now would be very ill-advised.
A steady flow of income
would be much better for him.
I see where you're
going with that.
There you go.
You and your father
are good salesmen.
Sell him on that.
Hmm. Thanks, Ruth.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
Looks like they
got a replacement.
[Engine shuts off]
[Birds chirping, cattle lowing]
George?
[Chickens clucking]
George!
You need more
authority in your voice.
George!
George!
- George!
- George!
- Geor-r-r-r-r-ge!
- George!
- What's all the noise?
- Oh.
Sergeant Mark Mylow.
You're the aforementioned
George, then?
I am.
I didn't realize we were
getting more police in.
You may be a victim of a
gang that's been targeting farms.
Oh. Oh, I didn't
know about that.
That's worrying.
I see you've got a
new tractor, then.
Yep. A mate of mine over
Camelford loaned it to us.
I wanted to ask you
a few more questions.
I'd love to help, but maybe
down at the station later.
My brother is not
feeling so good right now.
That's fair enough.
Are these the only roads
in and out of the farm?
Yeah.
I don't see any significant tire
marks here or out in the lane.
We had a storm
the night it happened
that must have
washed any tracks away.
JOE: That's why I
didn't find anything
in my initial investigation.
Where were your
vehicles locked away?
In the main barn back there.
That's actually
all in my report.
It doesn't do any
harm to double-check.
I'm happy to go over
everything down at the station,
but Billy needs his rest.
Doc's already
done a test on him.
We're waiting on results.
Very well. You remember
anything, call me.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Doors open]
So... you got into
debt with Ruth?
Massive debt, yeah.
Ridiculous.
How is that gonna
convince me not to sell?
Because we paid
it all back, Ken.
We worked like crazy,
made all that money.
That is the sort of level of
dedication we can give you.
I don't know.
Ken, I've known you
a long time, right?
You'll get a lump sum,
and then you'll blow it
on some extravagant world
tour, which you won't enjoy,
and then you'll come back
to a wet and cold England
with no assets and no cash.
Or each month, you get
that much from the profits.
Okay.
Okay, we got a deal?
No. No. I meant
okay, I'll think about it.
- Right.
- Ah. All right.
Your samples have
shown the presence
of the helicobacter bacteria.
Helicopter?
Helicobacter... Germs
that enter the body
and live in the
lining of the stomach.
But it does confirm
that you have an ulcer.
That's not so bad, I suppose.
I've had mouth ulcers before.
Stomach ulcers can lead
to gastrointestinal bleeding
or they can perforate,
leaking the contents of your
stomach into your abdomen.
- They're really quite bad.
- That's not helping, Doc.
I'll write you a prescription
for two antibiotics
and omeprazole.
The omeprazole will stop
the production of
acid in your stomach,
which will allow the
antibiotics to work.
You should feel
better in a few days.
Very important that
you take all three.
Try drinking cold milk to
ease the burn from the acid.
Eat little and often,
mainly fruit and vegetables.
What's wrong with
your hand? Let me see.
It looks like
contact dermatitis.
Have you been handling solvents?
George had me
painting in the barn.
I'll write you
another prescription
for some steroid cream.
Put it on twice a day.
[Door opens]
Feet.
We'll just go to the chemist.
Are you following us, Sergeant?
No. I'm here to see the doc.
If you're going to do
any more painting,
wear gloves and a mask.
Next patient?
- Me.
- Come through.
Uh, don't suppose
I could nip in first?
I'm on the clock.
You arrested me once
for noise disturbance.
Yeah. Well, I have
to keep the peace.
I was singing "Happy
Birthday" to my wife.
Must be nice being back.
[Door closes]
[Mid-tempo music plays]
So, how come you're
picking Mark up?
Because His Lordship
wants driving around
while he's down here.
No doubt saving on
petrol in his own car.
Yeah. I thought you
two would get on.
He's a pain in the
you-know-what.
Thinks he's the big-city cop,
as if I can't solve
the case by myself.
Have you solved it yet?
No. But... I'm close.
I can feel it.
[Exhales deeply]
He said he'd be here by now.
Hey. What's that?
Oh, yeah. It looks like paint.
Oh.
You beauty.
I thought you were
waiting for Mark.
Duty calls, Al.
If you see Mark, tell him
Penhale has cracked the case.
[Door opens, closes]
Is it bad, Doc?
You can tell me...
Just nice and straight.
Rip the plaster off.
Well, your, uh,
blood tests are clear,
and your hormone
levels are normal.
But your urine sample
confirms my suspicion
that you have prostatitis.
Prostatitis.
Oh, my God.
I knew it.
I think I'm in love with Louisa.
I always have been, and...
considering my condition now,
I just needed to say it, Doc.
Uh, prostatitis
is a... A common,
fairly, uh, minor infection
of the prostate gland.
A course of antibiotics
should clear it up
in a couple of weeks.
So, just to check... no cancer?
No cancer.
Thank you, Doc.
When you first
arrived in Portwenn,
I didn't think you'd last.
But you've made a real
life for yourself here...
Family, work.
You even have a dog.
You're a lucky man.
Thank you.
[Door opens]
[Hand slapping]
See you around, mate.
Your prescription.
Oh. Yeah. Great.
The Louisa
thing... Just kidding.
Should've seen
your face, though.
[Engine humming in distance]
What did Ken say?
He said he'd think about it.
It's never good when Ken
has to think about something.
No. I reckon we just resign
ourselves to losing the place.
Thanks for your
advice anyway, Ruth.
It's much appreciated.
Have you seen Penhale?
He's meant to be waiting for me.
He was here. He rushed off.
Said something about, uh, paint
and how he'd cracked the case.
Oh, my God.
[Up-tempo music plays]
Ken? It's Ruth.
KEN: Hang on, Ruth.
[Engine humming in distance]
Come in!
You know there's a £50
fine for smoking in here.
Seeing as I own the pub,
I thought I'd let myself off.
Don't tell anyone.
It's just the odd one.
On condition that you give
me five minutes of your time
to talk about Al and Bert.
I know you've heard their pitch,
but I've been in business
with them for quite a while.
All right, then.
[Up-tempo music plays]
[Brakes squeak,
engine shuts off]
[Birds chirping]
Oi. You two.
I know what happened.
P.C. Penhale. What's happened?
You pretended your
farming vehicles were stolen
when really you kept
and repainted the tractor
in an attempt to
commit insurance fraud.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Nice shade of red.
Recent, too.
I imagine if I check
the chassis number,
it will the same as
the "missing" vehicle.
Billy, is this true?
- What?
- Is it true?
Look, Joe.
If it turns out you're right,
just... just go easy on the lad.
He's had a tough time
since our dad died,
not been thinking straight.
[Vehicle approaching,
siren wailing]
[Siren chirps, engine shuts off]
I've cracked it!
- I cracked it.
- He was at the doc's,
and the doc told him to wear
gloves if he painted again.
- I know.
- Check the chassis numbers.
- I was going to.
- And we need to tread carefully.
This operation
is almost certainly
- just the tip of the iceberg.
- What do you mean?
How many vehicles have you
stolen in the last few months?
Stolen, painted, and moved on?
Wait. You think George and
Billy were behind the others, too?
They're a lot cleverer
than they look.
GEORGE: There's no
grand scheme, Sergeant.
Just a poor lad who
made a silly decision.
We'll see.
This investigation
has only just begun.
Okay.
Okay, you're still
thinking about it or...
Okay. You've got a deal.
Ruth has told me from
firsthand experience
the benefits of being in
business with you two.
And as long as Al remains in
charge, I'm happy to go ahead.
I'm going nowhere, sir.
Draw up the deal
and I'll sign it, then.
We've already got
one. Just need to date it.
I think this calls for
a large celebration.
Actually, I've got
to get packing.
Oh. Ooh.
Ken?
Here. Let us get you
back to your room.
Bert, call Martin.
Tell him Ken is not well.
I'll be right as
rain in a minute.
Bring up the papers
when you're ready.
I'll be up in 10 minutes, mate.
P.C. Penhale, check
the chassis number.
[Engine starts]
[Engine revving]
Billy, no.
I told you the boy is
not right in the head!
Prison would be tough on him.
I'll take that into
consideration.
Billy, get down.
- BILLY: No!
- What's wrong with you?
He read about the
robberies in the paper.
He thought if... if we
pretend ours had been stolen,
nobody would get suspicious!
Billy! Look, he's
really not well.
You think Dad
would've let this happen,
trying to save the farm by
scamming on the insurance?
Aah!
- [Engine revs]
- Billy!
He's passed out! Billy, get out!
- Billy!
- Out of the way!
[Grunts]
[Up-tempo music plays]
GEORGE: Billy!
[Rooster crowing,
chickens clucking]
[Door closes]
- Where is he?
- In his room, resting.
- Dad's up with him.
- I'll show you up.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Knock on door]
Ken? It's Dr. Ellingham.
What happened?
He agreed to sign. I
was just helping him.
He's dead.
- Bert.
- It's what he would've wanted.
What's been going on?
It stinks of smoke in here.
BERT: I don't know.
I just came up and saw him
lying there, but there's no pulse.
- Poor Ken.
- Must have had a heart attack.
He didn't enjoy the best health.
I'll let the coroner decide
what the cause was.
- [Cellphone rings, beeps]
- Hello? Yes.
What?
Right. I'm on my way.
I have an emergency.
I'll call the undertaker.
This is probably inappropriate,
but who owns the pub now?
Dad, that's very inappropriate.
- Of course.
- Bert, really.
I know. Not now. You're right.
I'm sorry, Ken.
Stay with us. The
doc's on his way.
[Sheep bleating]
Sergeant Mylow?
Mark?
[Cow lowing]
- Stop it.
- Oh!
I thought you were done for.
- Where are they?
- They're not going anywhere.
[Groaning]
Here's the doc.
[Up-tempo music plays]
- Doc.
- What happened?
He got hit by a tractor.
Ambulance is on its way.
Where does it hurt?
My leg, neck, and
arm on the left side.
Billy was driving the
tractor. Passed out.
MARTIN: Wiggle your toes.
That's twice today I've
cheated death, Doc.
- Mm.
- [Groaning]
In my car, in the boot,
there's a neck brace.
Can you get it, please?
Stay there. Don't move.
[Groaning]
Out of the way.
All right. Take it easy.
- What's his name?
- Billy.
Relax. Breathe deeply.
[Breathing heavily]
I don't think the
ulcer has perforated.
I'll give you a strong antacid.
That should keep you going
until the ambulance gets here.
- Do you have some water?
- Should be some in here.
- Here.
- [Exhales sharply]
That's it.
- And swallow.
- [Grunts]
All right.
- MARK: Doc!
- You should've seen him, Doc.
He threw himself in front of
the tractor to save George.
- My arm. [Groans]
- Sorry.
Mate, the doc's here now.
Talk about above and
beyond the call of duty.
Arm!
No thought for
his own well-being.
My arm! You're
kneeling on my arm!
- Right. Sorry.
- Ow! [Grunts]
- It's hurt his arm.
- Aah!
[Indistinct talking on radio]
[Down-tempo music plays]
You arrested the brothers?
Intent to defraud the
insurance company.
And there's no link between them
and the big Southwest robberies?
It doesn't look like it, but
you can have the arrests.
The way you threw
yourself in front of that tractor
- to save George's life...
- It was nothing.
I suppose some people
might call me a hero.
If they do that, I
can't stop them.
So, what did happen in Poland?
You keep saying
it was a long story.
Yeah. It's for another time.
Well, Poland's loss is Devon
and Cornwall Police's gain.
It's been a pleasure serving
alongside you, Sergeant Mylow.
Likewise, P.C. Penhale,
and it's good to know
Portwenn's in safe hands.
- [Groans]
- Sorry.
I forgot.
- [Thud]
- Oh!
[Down-tempo music plays]
- You all right?
- Mm, I don't like needles.
- Since when?
- Nobody likes needles, Martin.
[Dog barks]
Get out.
LOUISA: He's just
concerned about me.
MARTIN: Go on.
It's lovely he's back in
the house, though, isn't it?
This blood test will let us
know if you've ovulated or not
by measuring the
amount of progesterone
in your blood system.
As today is day 21, levels
should be at their peak.
Oh. Is this legal,
you being my doctor?
I'm not your doctor.
I'm your husband.
- Ow.
- Sorry.
Um, should've said,
"Sharp scratch."
[Suspenseful music plays]
There you go.
Doc, you need to come.
Someone's been shot.
- Where?
- I don't know.
It's not life-threatening, so
I'm guessing the buttocks.
He was stealing my eggs.
- That's ridiculous!
- Been happening for weeks.
It's nothing to do with me.
Uh, g-give it here.
- I'll do it.
- Oh, my God!
Oh, you were the
one that was shot.
Most of us 'round here don't
approve of shooting strangers.
Now Julia has swollen
up like a beetroot balloon.
So you'd better get here
fast, because she needs help.
[Sea gulls squawking]
[Music continues]
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Oh, you've lost Buddy.
- Yeah.
He's been missing for a couple
of days, so if you see him...
- I'll keep my eyes out for him.
- Thank you.
[Blender whirs]
- Hello.
- Hi.
I've handed out
leaflets to everyone
and everywhere I can think of.
Have you tried the pound?
They might have him.
They put them down sometimes.
Don't say that
in front of James.
I don't want to upset him.
He won't understand
what I've said.
Here.
What's in this?
Uh, broccoli, spinach, and kale.
It contains vitamins,
fiber, calcium, iron,
folate, and potassium.
Mm. It tastes like it.
- Mm.
- Thanks.
- Morning.
- MARTIN: Morning, Ruth.
LOUISA: Hi there.
I'll just finish getting
James ready for nursery.
Then you can take him along.
Oh. Thanks for this, Ruth.
We really appreciate it.
Oh, it's no problem at all.
I'm looking forward to
spending some time with him.
I wish you'd stay here while
they were fixing your boiler.
It'd be much easier.
Oh, I like it at the
pub. It has character.
I hope you're
preparing properly.
It's a complete farce.
Oh, that's the spirit.
It'll be pretend patients
presenting pretend illnesses
in the presence of
some ghastly assessor
reporting on how I
pretend to diagnose them.
I'd better get going, then.
Going to have a lovely
day with Ruth. Yeah.
There we go.
- Well, good luck today.
- Thank you.
See you later,
sweetie. Thanks, Ruth.
Bye.
Right. I'll open the surgery.
[Rooster crowing,
chickens clucking]
JOE: Apart from the
tractor and digger,
was anything else stolen?
No.
Policeman's here, Billy.
Say hello, then.
- Hello.
- Hello.
So you didn't see or hear
anything last night either?
No. I-I wouldn't have
'cause of my machine.
Your machine?
He's got this white-noise thing.
It helps him sleep, apparently.
It's calming.
JOE: I'll send my report
to stations in the area
so they can keep
their eyes peeled.
Do you have the chassis
numbers for the vehicles?
Should all be there, but
just let me know if it's not.
We'd meant to do a big tidy-up
of the farm, paperwork and all,
after Dad died, but...
Well, you know how it is.
Work gets in the way.
Wonder how they managed
to move the tractor and digger
without making any noise.
Could've used a low-loader.
Suggests they're professionals.
It's all about finding patterns.
That's the last thing we need.
We don't know how
we're gonna replace them.
- You don't have insurance?
- Well, yeah.
It's just the hassle, isn't it?
Plus these companies
are always try to screw over
the working man.
Well, I'll take one last
look around the yard.
You'd be surprised what
the trained eye can pick up.
[Birds chirping, goat bleating]
You want a tea or a coffee?
- Billy can fix you one.
- I wouldn't say no to a coffee.
You heard the man, Billy.
Milk, two sugars.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
Surgery's closed this
morning. GMC assessment.
[Footsteps approaching]
We're not open this morning.
Oh! What are you doing here?
If I told you that,
I'd have to kill you.
Not that I would. It's
just an expression.
I'd never actually kill anyone.
I thought you were in Poland.
No. Living in Exeter now.
It's a long story.
Right. Sounds great.
So, you're working here now.
That's a relief. I had
you down as a possible.
- A possible?
- Criminal in the making.
I remember you were
something of a shoplifter.
I forgot to pay for a
packet of crisps... once.
The jails are full of
people who forgot things.
Anyway, good to see you
on the straight and narrow.
- Is the doc in?
- Uh, yeah, he is.
But the surgery's
closed this morning.
It won't take long.
It's police business.
And I'll bet he'll be
stoked to see me.
Guess who, Doc!
- Doc?
- [Door opens]
It's me.
Yes? How can I help you?
- Mark Mylow.
- I know.
You... don't seem
surprised to see me.
I didn't know I was
supposed to be.
Are you well?
I'm good. Yeah. How are you?
I'm fine.
Have you... redecorated in here?
No.
You've got a dog.
It's a stray, currently missing.
Well, if I see anything,
I'll let you know.
I'm actually here with a case,
but maybe two birds, one stone.
Did you want to see me?
Just wanted to say hello.
Also, I've had a
pain in my spine,
my upper legs,
and my pelvic area,
plus a feeling like I've got
a full bladder all the time,
and then trouble, you know...
Any other symptoms?
Stings when I finally
do manage to...
I think it's prostate cancer.
Why do you think that?
I looked it up.
I'd need to give you
a full examination.
I have an appointment, but
I can spare you five minutes.
[Exhales deeply] Thanks, Doc.
You're the only
one I trust to do this.
The examination table, please.
Get onto your side.
I'll give you an internal
examination as well.
Please take off your pants.
I don't mind telling you, Doc,
I got a little nostalgic
for my time here.
Time passes, you get older,
and you get to wondering
where all the years have gone.
Stop talking.
[Gasps, exhales sharply]
MARTIN: There's no
sign of anything unusual.
I'll take some blood and urine
samples and run some tests.
How long are you
staying in Portwenn for?
I'm actually here in an official
capacity, very hush-hush.
Hop up on the table, please,
and take off your jacket.
Give me your arm.
[Laughs] God.
Remember how you used
to have that blood phobia?
Used to make me laugh.
A doctor who couldn't
stand the sight of blood!
[Suspenseful music plays]
[Snorts]
Sorry, Doc.
[Door opens]
Come back for your test
results on Wednesday.
Thanks, Doc, and, uh...
maybe we can catch
up over dinner sometime.
Uh... [Clears throat]
- Oops.
- Oh.
[Chuckles] Careful there.
I'll arrest you for speeding.
- [Chuckles]
- Ah. Yes. Very good.
Dr. Ellingham,
I am Dr. Edward Mullen,
officer of the GMC.
Call me Ed.
I'm here to carry
out your assessment.
I know you find this whole
shooting match a bit of a pain,
but, uh, I have a job to do,
you've got a job to get back to,
so let's make this as
painless as possible.
- I'd appreciate that.
- Great.
Now, I have handpicked
three guinea pigs
from my own patient list.
They'll have their
symptoms revised.
No peeking, now.
The whole thing should
only take a couple of hours.
They'll come in.
They'll explain to you...
Yes. I know how it works.
No. It's just part of my remit
includes explaining to you...
It's not necessary.
Right. Well, let's get this
show on the road, then.
Mm.
[Sea gulls squawking]
Why do you think he's here?
Routine inspection.
He's never done one before.
Maybe he's come
to congratulate us.
Ah! Ken. You're here already.
You caught us in the middle
of our daily cleaning routine.
- Right, boy?
- AL: Yeah.
Do you want me to
show you around?
- I've made some improvements.
- Sounds good.
Bit of a long
journey here, though.
- I'll fix you a drink.
- Uh, Ken don't drink.
I meant water.
- So, Ken, how are you?
- Sorry, Bert.
Do you mind if
we catch up later?
I might have a quick lie-down.
Exactly.
Uh, you're in number 5,
overlooking the harbor.
Nothing but the
best for the boss.
And don't worry. I'll
bring the suitcase up.
Any room at the inn?
Mark!
[Laughs]
SALLY: Dosage is
on the label. Goodbye.
[Bell chimes]
Oh, dear!
I thought I told you
to go see the doctor.
He's closed all morning
for some assessment thing.
What assessment?
Morwenna said it was
for the BFG or something.
GMC?
Could be.
I'm closing for a bit.
Go! Out! Out! Get out!
All of you! Out, out, out!
- Out, you!
- Well...
Out. Go on.
[Bell chimes]
So, I have placed
some extra sheets
on the reception desk here.
Jill! You're up first.
Now, remember your
nonverbal cues as well.
- Is that the assessor?
- Sorry. Who are you?
Fellow medical practitioner.
I thought it might be prudent
to give you some context.
Context?
Dr. Ellingham has been a
great servant to the village.
And on personal level,
he's helped me hugely after
the death of my husband.
Have you lost a loved one?
- Yes, actually, I have.
- Recently?
No.
I was just looking at it.
[Door opens]
Doctor.
[Whispering] Carpal
tunnel syndrome.
- What?
- I think you should leave, lady.
I think you should leave, too.
[Down-tempo music plays]
For your information, Doctor,
I would've expected to
see numbness and tingling
in the thumb and forefinger,
discomfort in the wrist.
I would recommend the
patient use an ice bath
three to four times a day.
If there's any wastage
of the thenar eminence,
I'd suggest surgery.
Shall we pretend to
see another patient now?
[Music continues]
Sit down, Jill.
All right, Jerry.
You're up next.
Don't mess this up.
So, how long you been back?
- Almost a year now.
- No way.
I did try to get ahold
of you a while back,
but your phone was
no longer working.
New country, new phone.
I was gonna get in touch,
but I was swamped with work.
Earning my stripes.
You know how it is.
Yeah. I don't know. Still
make time for people.
Actually, Morwenna keeps saying
you ought to make
more time for her.
They're getting married.
Oh, congratulations.
Yeah. I'm pretty lucky.
You know, she stole a
packet of crisps once.
Right.
That's not really going to
affect my decision to marry her.
No. I suppose not.
You always did have
a thing for receptionists.
We have a word for that in
the force... serial behavior.
Well, it's a small village.
How about you,
Bert? Any lucky ladies?
- I got engaged.
- Oh!
She dumped me.
Oh. That's a bit depressing.
Sort of wish I hadn't asked.
Anyway, the reason I'm
here is the top brass in Exeter
wanted to use my
local knowledge.
Big case.
What can you tell me
about the new boy?
- New boy?
- P.C. Penhale.
Oh, Joe. [Laughing]
Oh, he's fine.
Time was when a policeman
had to be more than fine.
I've checked his records.
He's hardly got
a string of arrests.
Well, it's pretty quiet
'round here, isn't it?
Oh, he did get kicked in
the head by a horse once.
Yes.
I suppose I'd
better check on in.
Every Sherlock has their
Holmes traipsing behind them.
I think you mean Watson.
- I know what I meant, Al.
- Right.
Anyway, it's, uh,
great to see you, mate.
Yeah.
I'm sorry for not
being in touch.
[Grunts]
[Birds chirping]
Have you lost weight recently?
A little bit, yeah. [Coughs]
But it's mostly this cough and
the, uh, sweats and headaches.
I'll look at your
chest. Lie down.
Oh. Bugger. It's
gone fizzy again.
Just a minute.
What do you mean? What's
gone fizzy? Your legs?
Yeah. [Exhales deeply]
Do you have an
urge to move them?
Do they get hot and
itchy if you lie or sit still?
They'll twitch at night, too.
It's been driving the wife nuts.
That's restless leg syndrome.
You should have your GP run
some bloods and test your iron.
And in the meantime, lay
off the caffeine and alcohol.
I have to give up the beer?
If you and your wife want
a decent night's sleep,
you should, yes.
No. Uh, that's not ac...
He had influenza
type A, so that's wrong.
And what about his legs?
Well, sorry, Doc. That
wasn't part of the act.
I've just been suffering with
these legs for a while now.
Have you told your
own GP about them?
Well, I did, but... you
didn't follow up on them.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Door opens, closes]
Hello.
Can I help you?
"How may I be of assistance?"
"How may I be of assistance?"
has more of an
air of authority to it.
We're police, not
fast-food workers.
And you are?
Sergeant Mark Mylow.
Oh. Mylow as in...
This is my old station. Yeah.
I hope you've been
looking after her.
You left a box of
clothes in the wardrobe.
But if you want
them, it's too late
'cause I took them
to the charity shop.
Except the fleece.
I kept the fleece. It's nice.
I'm just letting you know that
I'll be operating in the area.
Top-level hush-hush case.
Top-level hush-hush case here?
See? Said too much already.
- Well, maybe I could help.
- I doubt it.
No offense. This
is a big-city crime.
Maybe if you told me...
A highly trained gang of thieves
stealing farm machinery
across the Southwest.
We had one of those last night.
Really? Go on. Show me.
- Uh, I want in on it.
- I'm the senior officer.
- I was first on the case.
- It doesn't work like that.
You could work under me.
I'll need someone
to file papers,
chasing up names and
numbers, that kind of thing.
Suppose so.
[Down-tempo music plays]
So you haven't had
sharp stabbing pains
in your chest lately?
No.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure. I've been fine.
I take it you're supposed
to have sharp chest pains.
Am I?
Does it hurt when
you take deep breaths?
- I don't know.
- MULLEN: Just give me a sec.
[Whispering] Check your sheet.
My sheet?
Your symptom sheet!
Oh, right. Okay. Hang on.
I forgot my reading glasses.
Let me...
You have costochondritis.
Okay. Great.
I'm sorry, but I fail to
see what this is achieving.
I've had enough.
It's a complete
waste of my time.
All right, Martin.
I admit that it didn't run as
smoothly as we anticipated.
You have one patient
with an actual illness
that you failed to diagnose,
and this one doesn't seem
to know why she's here at all.
Oh, sorry, Doc.
How do I get treatment
for costochondritis?
It's not real.
Okay.
You don't have it. You're cured.
Oh! Thank you.
- He's very good.
- Yeah.
- Look, Martin.
- Doctor.
I apologize. Let's reschedule.
No. I've done what was asked.
I can't assess you on today.
- It was a total disaster.
- That's not my fault.
I have real patients with
genuine medical conditions
that need my attention.
No, no, no, no, Martin.
I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you.
I have fulfilled my
obligation. Goodbye.
No. It's not over
until I say it's over.
It's his stomach, Doc.
He's been complaining
about it for days,
and he just doubled up,
so I drove him straight here.
Well, why hasn't he
come to see me before?
I told him, but he
said I was just whining.
No, I never said that, Doc.
Can you make your way
through to the consulting room?
Yeah.
No. Consultations
are private. Thank you.
- Take care of him, Doc.
- BILLY: [Grunts]
M-Martin, I feel there's been
a terrible misunderstanding.
Yes, there has.
I have a patient.
Come over here. Lie
down. Pull your shirt up.
Do you have a sharp
burning sensation
immediately above your naval?
[Grunts]
I-I can't eat properly
'cause it hurts.
Mm. Are you experiencing
any stress at the moment?
The more you tell me, the
easier it is for me to help you.
Dad died two years
ago, left us the farm.
George really wants
it to be a success,
like he wants to prove
something to Dad.
But it's hard.
We're skint, and farms
everywhere are going bust.
Some nights, I just dream
I'm a bird, flying away.
But then even
that gets stressful
'cause of the wind and stuff
and I'm scared of heights.
I need a stool sample.
I suspect you have
a duodenal ulcer.
Uh, take this jar, go to
the lavatory next door,
and then make an
appointment with the receptionist.
Come back and
get your test results.
Is he okay?
It's just there.
[Down-tempo music plays]
What's that for?
You know.
Hardly necessary.
I'm concerned about the MO.
These vehicles... Not
particularly high-end.
Doesn't fit the
pattern established
by the Bude, Wadebridge,
and Padstow thefts.
Well, maybe they had bad intel.
They expected better but in
the end just took what was there.
Maybe.
Did you check for tire tracks?
Yes. Of course.
Although I could always go
back up there, check again.
I'd better come with you.
It's quite possible
you've missed something.
We'll head over in the morning.
They'll probably be pleased
to see a proper policeman
on the case.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Dog barking]
LOUISA: Hello.
Hello.
- How was college?
- Yes. It was pretty good.
I've got my first supervised
session in a couple of weeks,
and I was thinking.
I was wondering if I could
use the phlebotomy room,
because you don't seem
to use it anymore, do you?
Oh, I didn't know you were
planning on doing it in there.
Well, I won't get in your way.
That's what you said
about the tuition group.
Um, yes.
Uh, of course, if you have to.
I'll probably give it
a fresh lick of paint.
It's a bit small and dingy.
How did it go with
the mock patients?
Oh, it was a shambles.
The supervising
doctor was an imbecile.
[Sighs] You didn't
tell him that, did you?
Of course not.
You say, "Of course I didn't,"
as if you've never called
anyone an imbecile before, Martin.
I don't suppose anyone's
called about Buddy, have they?
No. Nothing.
Sweet potatoes, broccoli,
dark leafy greens, mackerel.
It's important you get as
much protein and calcium
in your diet.
When I'm pregnant,
which I'm not.
Had some study time today,
and I read all about
secondary infertility...
You know, impaired
sperm production
and fallopian-tube damage
and ovulation disorder
and all that sort of thing.
I think you're w-worrying
about a lot of fairly unlikely
scenarios there, but...
But if you like, we
could run some tests,
check your hormone levels
and ovulation and 28-day cycle.
The best chance would
be the day after tomorrow.
Oh. Well, put me in then.
You don't need an
appointment. You're my wife.
That's handy.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
You've had a liver transplant.
Oh, that's lucky considering
your history with alcohol.
Only thing is, on my way
down from Bristol yesterday,
I started feeling ill.
In what way?
Just tired, I suppose, like
I hadn't slept for weeks.
Give me your wrist.
You smell of smoke. Have
you started smoking again?
No.
That would be
idiotic, wouldn't it,
given your medical history,
if you started smoking again?
I know that, Doc.
Your blood pressure's high.
You've put on a bit of weight.
Staying with my
sister. Feeds me well.
- You taking immunosuppressants?
- Yeah.
I'll prescribe you
some chlorothiazide
for your high blood pressure.
Make sure you cut
back on your salt intake.
And no caffeine, no
alcohol, and stop smoking.
[Down-tempo music plays]
- Louisa!
- Oh!
Mark! I thought you were in...
Poland. Yeah. I know. [Chuckles]
It's a bit of a story, that one.
- Yeah.
- Oh.
In Exeter now.
Back with the force. Sergeant.
Wow. Oh, good for you.
You look well.
I try to look after myself.
- You look good, too.
- Oh, thank you.
Healthy. I mean nice.
Nice and healthy.
You always did. Still
at the school, then?
No. No. I've gone
back to college.
I'm training to be
a child counselor.
Oh. That'll explain
the pushchair, then.
No. That's mine.
Well, it's not mine.
It's my sons’, James.
I've just dropped
him off, actually.
I didn't know about that.
Is the father still around or...
Yes. It's Martin.
Wedding ring, which means
you... probably married him.
I did, yeah.
That's great.
Is it great?
It is, yeah.
[Exhales sharply] That's great.
Well, I'd love to stay and chat,
but there's a big case...
Criminals, that sort of thing.
Better go.
Oh, Mark, come here. [Laughs]
- It's lovely to see you again.
- I know.
I mean... me too.
I mean... thank you.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Sea gulls squawking]
Sorry about yesterday.
I just didn't feel
up to a big chat.
No problem. Would
you like some breakfast?
- I can fix you something.
- No, no. You'd best sit down.
I've been trying to
think how to say this,
and maybe it's best
just to come out with it.
- I'm selling the pub.
- BERT: What?
But... But sales are up. I
can show you the figures.
This place has
never done so well.
It's not you two. It's me.
I just want to cash in, move on.
See, I haven't been well.
Yeah. We heard.
I just want to see some of
the world before it's too late.
Ken, let's discuss this.
I didn't come here
to discuss this.
I come here to
give you fair warning
and first refusal
to buy this place.
We can't afford to buy the pub
even if you did give
us a generous discount.
I said first refusal,
not discount.
Think about it.
Here's Samantha's card.
You'd best go through her.
Ken, how are you?
Good now that I've taken a
weight off my shoulders, Ruth.
Oh, he seems happy.
Fff. He's selling the
pub from under us.
Homeless, unemployed,
and it's not even 10:00.
- Ruth...
- No.
I haven't even
said anything yet.
I could see where it was going.
And although I enjoyed...
No, not enjoyed...
Appreciated my time in
business with you both...
But, Ruth, it's making a profit.
It's not the money, Bert.
It's what Ken said.
It's the weight
on the shoulders,
and I don't need it either.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Dog barking]
Buddy?
Buddy!
[Up-tempo music plays]
Buddy?
Buddy!
Buddy!
Still can't quite believe it
about Louisa and the doc.
He and I were good
friends back in the day.
Me and the doc
are best friends now.
Really?
Yeah. [Chuckles]
We get up to all sorts.
I suppose you've
got the time for it.
How many arrests have you
made in the past few years?
Modern policing's
about crime prevention.
Easy to say when
there's no crime around.
I improved on your record.
Yeah... You came into a village
that I transformed and made safe
and reaped the
benefits of my expertise.
You went to Poland
to become a plumber.
Why have you come back?
It's a long story.
You let me do the talking
up at the farm, all right?
Exeter have got
a lot riding on this.
[Up-tempo music plays]
Buddy!
[Dog barking]
Hello?
Buddy?
- Can I help you?
- [Gasps] Sorry.
I've lost my dog.
- Is it dead?
- What? No.
This is the undertaker's.
- Mm.
- I think I can help you.
Follow me.
[Clock chiming]
Oh, look! Buddy!
Oh, we've been so worried.
I'm sorry. Very single-minded.
Oh, he's been coming
on and off for a week.
- Really? I'm sorry.
- I thought he was a stray.
- I'm Julia.
- Uh, Louisa.
- [Laughs]
- Oh, hi.
Have you just moved here?
I heard someone was
taking over the undertaker's.
I inherited it.
It just took ages getting
everything sorted.
It's tricky moving
when it's just yourself
and a dog and a small child...
Not in any particular
order of preference.
Well, how old is your child?
Arthur. He's nearly 3.
Well, if you're
looking for a nursery,
my son goes to Portwenn
Tots up at the school.
- It's really very good.
- Oh, I'll bear it in mind.
Well, actually, while we're on
the subject of local knowledge,
I need to introduce
myself to the village GP,
but I hear he's
something of an ogre.
- Oh, I don't know about that.
- Oh, no.
Everyone says he's
got a very short temper
and an even shorter fuse.
Yes, and he's also
my husband, s-so...
[Laughing] Oh!
You should've let
me keep talking,
see how big a grave I
could've dug for myself.
Yeah. Well, um, we'll be
getting out of your hair, then.
Sorry again about Buddy.
Oh, we'll miss him.
Any luck with Ken?
No.
Dad spoke to him about lowering
the price, but he won't budge.
He's just had a health
scare, hasn't he?
Pretty big one, yeah.
That came make
someone reassess their life.
Sometimes they go too far
and throw the baby
out with the bathwater.
So what are you saying?
Don't try and
negotiate the price.
It won't work.
He's in a mind-set where
selling is the only option.
You have to try and
make him reconsider.
I don't see how.
He's had a transplant.
Show him that a lump sum
now would be very ill-advised.
A steady flow of income
would be much better for him.
I see where you're
going with that.
There you go.
You and your father
are good salesmen.
Sell him on that.
Hmm. Thanks, Ruth.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
Looks like they
got a replacement.
[Engine shuts off]
[Birds chirping, cattle lowing]
George?
[Chickens clucking]
George!
You need more
authority in your voice.
George!
George!
- George!
- George!
- Geor-r-r-r-r-ge!
- George!
- What's all the noise?
- Oh.
Sergeant Mark Mylow.
You're the aforementioned
George, then?
I am.
I didn't realize we were
getting more police in.
You may be a victim of a
gang that's been targeting farms.
Oh. Oh, I didn't
know about that.
That's worrying.
I see you've got a
new tractor, then.
Yep. A mate of mine over
Camelford loaned it to us.
I wanted to ask you
a few more questions.
I'd love to help, but maybe
down at the station later.
My brother is not
feeling so good right now.
That's fair enough.
Are these the only roads
in and out of the farm?
Yeah.
I don't see any significant tire
marks here or out in the lane.
We had a storm
the night it happened
that must have
washed any tracks away.
JOE: That's why I
didn't find anything
in my initial investigation.
Where were your
vehicles locked away?
In the main barn back there.
That's actually
all in my report.
It doesn't do any
harm to double-check.
I'm happy to go over
everything down at the station,
but Billy needs his rest.
Doc's already
done a test on him.
We're waiting on results.
Very well. You remember
anything, call me.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Doors open]
So... you got into
debt with Ruth?
Massive debt, yeah.
Ridiculous.
How is that gonna
convince me not to sell?
Because we paid
it all back, Ken.
We worked like crazy,
made all that money.
That is the sort of level of
dedication we can give you.
I don't know.
Ken, I've known you
a long time, right?
You'll get a lump sum,
and then you'll blow it
on some extravagant world
tour, which you won't enjoy,
and then you'll come back
to a wet and cold England
with no assets and no cash.
Or each month, you get
that much from the profits.
Okay.
Okay, we got a deal?
No. No. I meant
okay, I'll think about it.
- Right.
- Ah. All right.
Your samples have
shown the presence
of the helicobacter bacteria.
Helicopter?
Helicobacter... Germs
that enter the body
and live in the
lining of the stomach.
But it does confirm
that you have an ulcer.
That's not so bad, I suppose.
I've had mouth ulcers before.
Stomach ulcers can lead
to gastrointestinal bleeding
or they can perforate,
leaking the contents of your
stomach into your abdomen.
- They're really quite bad.
- That's not helping, Doc.
I'll write you a prescription
for two antibiotics
and omeprazole.
The omeprazole will stop
the production of
acid in your stomach,
which will allow the
antibiotics to work.
You should feel
better in a few days.
Very important that
you take all three.
Try drinking cold milk to
ease the burn from the acid.
Eat little and often,
mainly fruit and vegetables.
What's wrong with
your hand? Let me see.
It looks like
contact dermatitis.
Have you been handling solvents?
George had me
painting in the barn.
I'll write you
another prescription
for some steroid cream.
Put it on twice a day.
[Door opens]
Feet.
We'll just go to the chemist.
Are you following us, Sergeant?
No. I'm here to see the doc.
If you're going to do
any more painting,
wear gloves and a mask.
Next patient?
- Me.
- Come through.
Uh, don't suppose
I could nip in first?
I'm on the clock.
You arrested me once
for noise disturbance.
Yeah. Well, I have
to keep the peace.
I was singing "Happy
Birthday" to my wife.
Must be nice being back.
[Door closes]
[Mid-tempo music plays]
So, how come you're
picking Mark up?
Because His Lordship
wants driving around
while he's down here.
No doubt saving on
petrol in his own car.
Yeah. I thought you
two would get on.
He's a pain in the
you-know-what.
Thinks he's the big-city cop,
as if I can't solve
the case by myself.
Have you solved it yet?
No. But... I'm close.
I can feel it.
[Exhales deeply]
He said he'd be here by now.
Hey. What's that?
Oh, yeah. It looks like paint.
Oh.
You beauty.
I thought you were
waiting for Mark.
Duty calls, Al.
If you see Mark, tell him
Penhale has cracked the case.
[Door opens, closes]
Is it bad, Doc?
You can tell me...
Just nice and straight.
Rip the plaster off.
Well, your, uh,
blood tests are clear,
and your hormone
levels are normal.
But your urine sample
confirms my suspicion
that you have prostatitis.
Prostatitis.
Oh, my God.
I knew it.
I think I'm in love with Louisa.
I always have been, and...
considering my condition now,
I just needed to say it, Doc.
Uh, prostatitis
is a... A common,
fairly, uh, minor infection
of the prostate gland.
A course of antibiotics
should clear it up
in a couple of weeks.
So, just to check... no cancer?
No cancer.
Thank you, Doc.
When you first
arrived in Portwenn,
I didn't think you'd last.
But you've made a real
life for yourself here...
Family, work.
You even have a dog.
You're a lucky man.
Thank you.
[Door opens]
[Hand slapping]
See you around, mate.
Your prescription.
Oh. Yeah. Great.
The Louisa
thing... Just kidding.
Should've seen
your face, though.
[Engine humming in distance]
What did Ken say?
He said he'd think about it.
It's never good when Ken
has to think about something.
No. I reckon we just resign
ourselves to losing the place.
Thanks for your
advice anyway, Ruth.
It's much appreciated.
Have you seen Penhale?
He's meant to be waiting for me.
He was here. He rushed off.
Said something about, uh, paint
and how he'd cracked the case.
Oh, my God.
[Up-tempo music plays]
Ken? It's Ruth.
KEN: Hang on, Ruth.
[Engine humming in distance]
Come in!
You know there's a £50
fine for smoking in here.
Seeing as I own the pub,
I thought I'd let myself off.
Don't tell anyone.
It's just the odd one.
On condition that you give
me five minutes of your time
to talk about Al and Bert.
I know you've heard their pitch,
but I've been in business
with them for quite a while.
All right, then.
[Up-tempo music plays]
[Brakes squeak,
engine shuts off]
[Birds chirping]
Oi. You two.
I know what happened.
P.C. Penhale. What's happened?
You pretended your
farming vehicles were stolen
when really you kept
and repainted the tractor
in an attempt to
commit insurance fraud.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Nice shade of red.
Recent, too.
I imagine if I check
the chassis number,
it will the same as
the "missing" vehicle.
Billy, is this true?
- What?
- Is it true?
Look, Joe.
If it turns out you're right,
just... just go easy on the lad.
He's had a tough time
since our dad died,
not been thinking straight.
[Vehicle approaching,
siren wailing]
[Siren chirps, engine shuts off]
I've cracked it!
- I cracked it.
- He was at the doc's,
and the doc told him to wear
gloves if he painted again.
- I know.
- Check the chassis numbers.
- I was going to.
- And we need to tread carefully.
This operation
is almost certainly
- just the tip of the iceberg.
- What do you mean?
How many vehicles have you
stolen in the last few months?
Stolen, painted, and moved on?
Wait. You think George and
Billy were behind the others, too?
They're a lot cleverer
than they look.
GEORGE: There's no
grand scheme, Sergeant.
Just a poor lad who
made a silly decision.
We'll see.
This investigation
has only just begun.
Okay.
Okay, you're still
thinking about it or...
Okay. You've got a deal.
Ruth has told me from
firsthand experience
the benefits of being in
business with you two.
And as long as Al remains in
charge, I'm happy to go ahead.
I'm going nowhere, sir.
Draw up the deal
and I'll sign it, then.
We've already got
one. Just need to date it.
I think this calls for
a large celebration.
Actually, I've got
to get packing.
Oh. Ooh.
Ken?
Here. Let us get you
back to your room.
Bert, call Martin.
Tell him Ken is not well.
I'll be right as
rain in a minute.
Bring up the papers
when you're ready.
I'll be up in 10 minutes, mate.
P.C. Penhale, check
the chassis number.
[Engine starts]
[Engine revving]
Billy, no.
I told you the boy is
not right in the head!
Prison would be tough on him.
I'll take that into
consideration.
Billy, get down.
- BILLY: No!
- What's wrong with you?
He read about the
robberies in the paper.
He thought if... if we
pretend ours had been stolen,
nobody would get suspicious!
Billy! Look, he's
really not well.
You think Dad
would've let this happen,
trying to save the farm by
scamming on the insurance?
Aah!
- [Engine revs]
- Billy!
He's passed out! Billy, get out!
- Billy!
- Out of the way!
[Grunts]
[Up-tempo music plays]
GEORGE: Billy!
[Rooster crowing,
chickens clucking]
[Door closes]
- Where is he?
- In his room, resting.
- Dad's up with him.
- I'll show you up.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Knock on door]
Ken? It's Dr. Ellingham.
What happened?
He agreed to sign. I
was just helping him.
He's dead.
- Bert.
- It's what he would've wanted.
What's been going on?
It stinks of smoke in here.
BERT: I don't know.
I just came up and saw him
lying there, but there's no pulse.
- Poor Ken.
- Must have had a heart attack.
He didn't enjoy the best health.
I'll let the coroner decide
what the cause was.
- [Cellphone rings, beeps]
- Hello? Yes.
What?
Right. I'm on my way.
I have an emergency.
I'll call the undertaker.
This is probably inappropriate,
but who owns the pub now?
Dad, that's very inappropriate.
- Of course.
- Bert, really.
I know. Not now. You're right.
I'm sorry, Ken.
Stay with us. The
doc's on his way.
[Sheep bleating]
Sergeant Mylow?
Mark?
[Cow lowing]
- Stop it.
- Oh!
I thought you were done for.
- Where are they?
- They're not going anywhere.
[Groaning]
Here's the doc.
[Up-tempo music plays]
- Doc.
- What happened?
He got hit by a tractor.
Ambulance is on its way.
Where does it hurt?
My leg, neck, and
arm on the left side.
Billy was driving the
tractor. Passed out.
MARTIN: Wiggle your toes.
That's twice today I've
cheated death, Doc.
- Mm.
- [Groaning]
In my car, in the boot,
there's a neck brace.
Can you get it, please?
Stay there. Don't move.
[Groaning]
Out of the way.
All right. Take it easy.
- What's his name?
- Billy.
Relax. Breathe deeply.
[Breathing heavily]
I don't think the
ulcer has perforated.
I'll give you a strong antacid.
That should keep you going
until the ambulance gets here.
- Do you have some water?
- Should be some in here.
- Here.
- [Exhales sharply]
That's it.
- And swallow.
- [Grunts]
All right.
- MARK: Doc!
- You should've seen him, Doc.
He threw himself in front of
the tractor to save George.
- My arm. [Groans]
- Sorry.
Mate, the doc's here now.
Talk about above and
beyond the call of duty.
Arm!
No thought for
his own well-being.
My arm! You're
kneeling on my arm!
- Right. Sorry.
- Ow! [Grunts]
- It's hurt his arm.
- Aah!
[Indistinct talking on radio]
[Down-tempo music plays]
You arrested the brothers?
Intent to defraud the
insurance company.
And there's no link between them
and the big Southwest robberies?
It doesn't look like it, but
you can have the arrests.
The way you threw
yourself in front of that tractor
- to save George's life...
- It was nothing.
I suppose some people
might call me a hero.
If they do that, I
can't stop them.
So, what did happen in Poland?
You keep saying
it was a long story.
Yeah. It's for another time.
Well, Poland's loss is Devon
and Cornwall Police's gain.
It's been a pleasure serving
alongside you, Sergeant Mylow.
Likewise, P.C. Penhale,
and it's good to know
Portwenn's in safe hands.
- [Groans]
- Sorry.
I forgot.
- [Thud]
- Oh!
[Down-tempo music plays]
- You all right?
- Mm, I don't like needles.
- Since when?
- Nobody likes needles, Martin.
[Dog barks]
Get out.
LOUISA: He's just
concerned about me.
MARTIN: Go on.
It's lovely he's back in
the house, though, isn't it?
This blood test will let us
know if you've ovulated or not
by measuring the
amount of progesterone
in your blood system.
As today is day 21, levels
should be at their peak.
Oh. Is this legal,
you being my doctor?
I'm not your doctor.
I'm your husband.
- Ow.
- Sorry.
Um, should've said,
"Sharp scratch."
[Suspenseful music plays]
There you go.
Doc, you need to come.
Someone's been shot.
- Where?
- I don't know.
It's not life-threatening, so
I'm guessing the buttocks.
He was stealing my eggs.
- That's ridiculous!
- Been happening for weeks.
It's nothing to do with me.
Uh, g-give it here.
- I'll do it.
- Oh, my God!
Oh, you were the
one that was shot.
Most of us 'round here don't
approve of shooting strangers.
Now Julia has swollen
up like a beetroot balloon.
So you'd better get here
fast, because she needs help.