Right. Good morning. You're starting early.
Thought we could have breakfast together.
- Sorry. - Yes.
You should eat something.
I'm er...not really very hungry.
You don't have much of an appetite at the moment, do you?
No.
Hm.
Maybe if you talked about it you'd feel better.
My father's died.
Apart from that, there's not much to talk about, really.
I know you two didn't really get on, but he was your father.
Maybe it's hit you harder than you think.
What do you think about the three of us going away together?
Ah. Well, I have a responsibility to my patients.
- I can't just go. - Doctors are allowed to take time off.
I'm only talking about a long weekend somewhere.
I'd like that, anyway.
To spend some time together, just you, me and James.
No, I can't. Thank you.
I see.
(Door opens and slams)
- Yes? - Morning.
Sergeant Pledge, Royal Military Police.
Lance Corporal Harding. Are you PC Penhale?
- No. - But you are a police officer?
No. No, no, I just sort of er... just sort of live here.
Could you tell us where to find PC Penhale, sir?
I dunno. He's out - somewhere.
Do you know a Michael Graham Pruddy?
- Corporal Pruddy, REME. - REME?
Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers. Pruddy's regiment.
Oh, right. Erm...Pruddy, Pruddy... No, doesn't ring a bell.
Give this to PC Penhale.
- Of course, yeah. - Thank you for your time.
Is he in trouble, then, this Pruddy guy?
Not at all, sir.
- Erm, sorry, Margaret. - Sorry.
(Coffee machine whirs)
Oh. Nice.
OK. I have to go.
- What, now? - You know it's Sports Day?
But Michael won't be here for 25 minutes.
I'm sorry. But I did say.
- Louisa? - Don't worry. I'll take care of him.
Shall we go for walkie later, James Henry? Shall we?
- Good boy. - He's not a dog.
- Right, so you'll be there at 12? - What?
- It's Sports Day. You're giving out the prizes. - What?
You agreed to be the special guest.
No. Don't say "What?"
You really don't remember?
OK. It's fine. If you don't feel up to it, I can try and find someone else.
- No, it's fine. - Sure?
- Yes. - You will be there? Big field?
Yes.
Thank you. Bye, Margaret.
Didn't you win a prize for sports once at school?
- No. - I remember you bringing home a silver jug.
It was for chess.
You look awful. Have you lost weight?
No.
What will your patients think when they see their doctor looking so poorly?
(Sighs)
(James cries)
I think the word you're looking for is "hello".
- What are you doing here? - It's lovely to see you, too.
- Are you visiting Martin? - I live in Portwenn.
I came back from London last night, and I thought I saw you, so I called Martin.
He gave me the bad news.
- About Christopher. - He confirmed that it was you.
He also told me that my brother was dead.
- Did you kill him? - Well, it was nice to catch up.
Oh, no, no, no. We've not finished yet.
I think some coffee, don't you? And a nice talk.
Unless you've something better to do?
Which, of course, you don't.
- (Whistle) - Now, who's got the eggs?
PUPIL: Me, miss! - Who's got the spoons?
Very good! Now, off we go!
Please, everybody, watch out for traffic and the road.
Are you OK, miss?
Thanks. That's very sweet.
- Mrs. Tishell? - Erm...
Ooh, we're closed - stock-taking.
I need couch rolls, vacutainers and hand disinfectant.
- Open the door. - (Groans)
Dear.
Do you have my order?
Er... I suppose I could check on my deliveries.
It's not this one. Might be...
- Oooh! - What now?
Hm? Nothing.
- Are you in pain? - Oh, it's just toothache.
- Go to your dentist. - No, it's strange.
It comes and then it's not there, and then...I don't know...
What do you mean, "It's strange, and it comes and..."
It comes when you exert yourself and stops when you don't?
Is that what you're trying to say?
-I will go and see my dentist. - Good.
He is a very nice man.
He'd need to be. Good day.
Ow!
Cappuccino, if you can manage such a thing.
And I'd like a double espresso, please.
I thought you hated Cornwall, Portwenn in particular.
I can see it can appeal to a certain kind of person.
- I've been here before. Twice. - And why exactly are you here again?
- You've asked me already. - Yes, but I didn't really get an answer,
so I'll carry on asking that question.
Thank you.
You understand I'm just trying to protect Martin?
What kind of son needs protection from his own mother?
The kind who's been damaged by his own mother.
Damaged! You don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm here to help my son. - Oh, no, no, no!
I can't take you seriously when you pretend to be the saintly, maternal type,
concerned only with the welfare of her precious child.
- Why do you see me as this... - Monster?
I'm not sure.
Could it be because you kept Martin as far from you as possible
throughout his so-called childhood?
Prep school, boarding school,
bundled off in the holidays to his Auntie Joan in Cornwall -
who, incidentally, loved him and wasn't afraid to show him affection.
And what was the problem there? What was the matter?
The woman was having an affair.
Oh, so you took Martin away from Joan,
and kept him at school in the holidays because she was having an affair?
I thought adultery was rather popular in our family.
You didn't have a relationship with your son, and you didn't want anyone else to have one,
- so that was the end of Cornwall. - There were standards to be maintained.
I didn't want Martin mixing with the wrong kind of person.
You are the wrong kind of person.
"Morally bankrupt" - isn't that what the headmistress called you
when you were caught stealing from the local shops?
Mrs. Jessop called you something a little more Anglo-Saxon.
Everyone stole from her nasty little shop.
Not everyone.
But it isn't your pilfering and your petty meanness that I care about.
It's the damage that you can still inflict on Martin.
Well...I don't have to stay here to listen to this.
Go home, Margaret.
I am Martin's mother. I have every right to be here.
You've never had children.
You can't possibly understand what you're talking about.
Don't forget your grandson.
- Careful! - I need to see my son!
His coat's on back-to-front...
- Oh! - What's her problem'?
Mr. Twilly?
- Martin, I want a word. .. - I'm with a patient.
What about... The King's Inn in Padstow?
Local lobster, Belgian lager.
- Just you and me? - Did you wanna bring a friend?
Well, if you're gonna be like you were the other night, I might need someone to talk to, yeah.
'Ey, one more chance.
Give me a reason.
You've got nothing else to do, and I'll be paying for the food and drink.
- OK. - Great.
- Right, we're off to the beach. - Lucky for some.
Doc, Mr. Twilly wasn't sure...
Get out.
If you don't have junior, I can make-do with maxi.
Yes, erm... Ooh.
I know I've put them somewhere.
- Oooh. Oh, dear. - You OK, Mrs. T?
Hm? Oh, it's just toothache.
Have you tried that new dentist in Weybridge?
It's gone. The pain's gone.
(Chuckles) Oh, well, it comes and goes, comes and goes.
- Yes? - My nappies.
Oh. Silly me!
Ooh!
And when you say purple, do you mean a dark-bluey red or a light-pinky blue?
- 'Ey. - Right, OK, well, try to stop squeezing it,
and I'll book you in for a half-past three tomorrow.
OK. Bye-bye.
- All right? - Yes. Is Mike around?
He's taken James to the beach. Probably neatly arranging the rock pools by now.
- Great. All right, Doc? - Yes.
Routine MSU. I've labelled it and done the request form.
- This is your name. - Shush! Yes.
- What's going on? - Just do it.
Come through.
The important thing to do here is keep everything in line -
the sand, the stones, the turrets, the flags.
You just need to make sure that everything has its rightful place.
- Well? - It's very good, Mike.
(Chuckles) Thanks.
(Al clears his throat)
Er..two soldiers... came to the police station this morning.
Royal Military Police.
I'm supposed to give this to Joe.
Apparently...
...you're AWOL.
(Al clears his throat)
- Right. - What's going on, mate?
- What did you do? - Nothing.
I-I didn't do anything. I just...
I just needed to get out of the Army.
- I have to leave. - What?
- I gotta go. - Calm down.
No. I need to get my things.
If you run, Mike, and they catch you, you're gonna be in more trouble.
No. They won't catch me.
Mike, think about what you're doing, mate.
I can't go back to the Army.
I would rather sleep rough for the rest of my life.
- Ah. - Will you take James?
- Just take him back to the doc's. - (Sighs) No.
Please.
No. You take him back,
and I'll get the soldiers away from your flat 0, you know, you can get your stuff.
Right. Thanks, mate.
- Right, yeah. - Yeah.
Come on, mate. We've gotta go.
We've gotta go right now.
- (Groans) - No, we've got nothing this afternoon.
- Can you come back tomorrow? - I only want ten mins, Morwen.
- Morwenna. - Na. Can't you squeeze me in?
No.
Ooh. Er, Doctor Ellingham.
Mrs. Tishell.
- Why are you here? - My teeth.
Er, my jaw. Really.
All the way up the hill it was hurting.
Ooh, now I've stopped moving, it's better.
Right. Go through.
- But Mr. Gleebles is next. - He can wait.
- Sit down. Go. - Right. Yeah.
Sorry, Dan.
- Don't sit down. - Ooh!
Hm. You have fatty lumps around your eyes and wrists.
- Are you taking your statins? - Am .7 Am I what?
Your high cholesterol, have you taken your medicines?
No, I'm worried my prescriptions might make me... Oh.
Oh, you know. Oooh.
No, I'm sorry. I've just stopped taking everything.
- Justin case. - Just in case?
Mrs. Tishell, nothing I have prescribed you will lead to another...
mental episode, if that's what you're trying to say.
Even so, I'd rather not risk any problems.
Fine. Just have a massive heart attack and deal with that.
What? What?!
Your toothache is angina. Your arteries are clogged.
You'll probably need a stent and more medicines.
- Do you have any chest pain at the moment? - Er..
- No. - Well, then you're safe.
But not for long. Don't sit down.
Get Morwenna to make you an appointment fora CT angiogram as soon as possible.
- (Sing-song) Morwenna! - Gleebles!
Oil
That's right. You. That's an offense.
Pick it up and this will all go away.
Oil
Hiya, guys. I'm PC Penhale.
Just keeping the streets clean. And safe.
So, what's going down?
There's no-one here. We'll stay in situ until he returns.
Right. Affirmative on that.
You shouldn't really park your vehicle here.
We can park where we like, mate.
Do you have any intel on his whereabouts?
- His...? - Whereabouts.
- We're asking where he is. - Right. Right.
And...when you say "he"...?
Don't you read official requests for assistance?
Of course I do. Just...I've been a bit busy today, with this and that.
Yeah. I can see you've got your hands full at the minute.
If you see, hear or smell Corporal Pruddy, you let me know.
Corporal Pruddy? Mike Pruddy?
Michael Graham Pruddy.
And...what's he done again?
- He's AWOL. - That's it.
Absent Witho... That can't be right.
(Sniggers) OK.
You stick to chasing kids and picking up litter.
- We'll do the grown-up stuff. - No, no... If you're asking for my assistance...
- I think we can manage. - Hey, guys!
Stay back, All Nothing to see here. Official business pertaining to Corporal Pruddy.
Yeah.
- I know where Pruddy is. I'll bring him in. - He's done a runner.
He's up at Harry Glade's barn.
- Where's that? - Er, about four miles. .
I've got this, Al. I know the area, I know the accused, so 'll take it from here on.
(Chuckles) I don't think so.
- Tell me where he is. - He's er...
Well, you go straight up the hill and take the coast road to Delabole.
You'll come across a sign to Glade Farm.
- It's in the shape of a cow. - (Starts engine)
- Much obliged, sir. - Yeah.
- You sent them the long way round. - That was the plan.
- Joe? - Later.
- (Cheering) - Come on, girls. Come on, you can do it.
(Some boos)
- Martin! - There you are. I'm here.
They'll have to race again now.
Now, don't worry! (Blows whistle)
That didn't count. Go back to the start line, Year Six.
That's it. Good.
Will it take long? Because I couldn't cancel all of my patients.
Prize-giving is in ten minutes. It'll mean a lot to these people to get a medal from you.
Can you stay or not?
- Yes. - Good.
Tea. How are we doing over here with the tea?
And the sandwiches. Get them out...
Yeah. But it's Smythe, not Smith.
No. They're not the same, are they?
Well, because it sounds different and it's spelled different.
- Where's the doc? - Just...
- Yeah, OK. Start again. Yes... - Where is he?
Right. Just... Erm...
Yes, I know their initials are the same, but...
Right.
- Oh, you did not just do that. - Look, I'm sorry. But where's the doc?
He's giving away prizes at Sports Day. He won't be long.
Well, when's he back? He needs to take James now.
That's not gonna happen. You'll just have to wait.
OK. Right, you take him.
Please. It's time for his lunch.
I'm busy. I've gotta phone the lab back, for a start.
But you have to. Look, he's hungry.
Are you OK? Al was in here earlier asking for you.
No, it's er...
- It's complicated. - (Phone rings)
Just..
Portwenn Surgery.
Yeah.
Erm... Yeah.
Yeah, sorry about that.
Now, I know Dr. Ellingham can't wait to present the winners with their medals.
But first he wants to say a few words.
So, please put your hands together and welcome our special guest
with a special round of applause.
Er, no. I can't make a speech. I don't have the time.
I expect Dr. Ellingham wants to tell us about the importance of doing some sport.
- (Whispers) I don't have the time. - If you want to lead a healthy, active life.
Obviously.
Yeah. Because...running and throwing...
and jumping...
Please, you know where I'm going with this. Can you please just help? Please!
Well, they're all good ways of staying physically fit, aren't they, Dr. Ellingham? Yeah?
Especially running, wouldn't you say?
Yeah?
Not necessarily.
There's a high incidence of damage to knees, shins and heels...
. the instruction isn't good.
But athletics is a pastime you'd encourage, isn't it, Martin?
- Not for everyone. - (Sighs)
Er, a lot of people... aren't interested in competitive sport. Whatsoever.
Look, can you just give me the names of the people who got the... medals?
Year Three javelin, the winner is Jersey Lawson.
- (Applause) - Something really quite spectacular, Martin.
- Go and sit down. - Year Three er...shot-put...
(Mooing and bellowing)
(Clatter from inside)
Mike?
It's Joe Penhale.
Let's not make this any worse.
- We need to talk. - (Clattering)
I know you're in there.
All right. We'll have to do it the hard way.
Mike?
Whoooa! Whoa!
Mike! If you are in there...
I could use some assistance.
- Please! - (Car pulling up)
- (Car doors slam) - Oh...
Ah. Everything under control, PC Penhale?
I don't think the suspect is currently at this location.
And if he was, I think he's moved on.
And you know this how?
Instinct.
- Harding, take a look. - Sarge.
So, why are you still...hanging around?
I won't lie to you. I'm not entirely on top of this situation,
so...if you could assist a fellow officer?
I'd say you're doing a fine job on your own.
Nothing, Sarge.
Well, I don't think we'll be needing you again, Constable.
Mike Pruddy's a good guy. You go easy on him.
That's not gonna happen. But it's very sweet you asked.
Year Three egg-and-spoon, the winner is Lee Majors!
(Cheering)
And now, the whole-school relay race...
- Well, there's quite a lot of you, so we'll... - Oh, God!
No, wait. No, sorry. Sorry, sorry.
I have a waiting room full of sick people.
Well, some are sick, but all of them are waiting.
If er...you won a race or you want a medal, come up here,
Now! Give me the medals. You give the cups.
Sorry. What the hell do you think you're doing?
- I'm giving the medals, like I said I'd do. - That is not what you said.
Each child deserves to have a medal, in a special ceremony,
which is what I asked you to do, which is why you're here.
I don't understand why you're trying to sabotage...
- Look at their faces. They're perfectly happy. - ..our school sports day, Martin!
Louisa, you're hysterical. Take that.
- Martin? Martin? - God!
I haven't got time!
Pack up the field, take them back to school, because I need to have a word.
Excuse me.
Come back here, Martin! (Blows whistle)
After that display, you cannot just leave!
Don't you dare! Don't you dare walk awa...
Louisa! Oh, God!
- Are you all right? - I'm sorry, I didn't see her.
Well...! Call an ambulance!
- Stay still. - (Cries out in pain)
- Where's it hurt? - It hurts...
- Just h.. - OK, keep still.
Hurry up!
- I'm gonna come with you. - No.
- What? - You can go. There's a medic here.
- No, I'll come to the hospital... - No, please, Martin, go home.
I don't want you here. Go home to James!
Ow...
I'm really sorry. I can't deal with James today. So...
- You have to. - No, no, no. You have to take care of him now.
Louisa's had an accident. Where's the car key?
- What? Is she OK? - I have to get to the hospital.
- Well, when will you be back? - I don't know!
I heard about Louise. Is she all right?
Can you look after James? Michael can't.
- Yes, of course. - Oh...
- Don't worry, I can take care of him. - Well, er, give her my love.
- Martin, what are you doing here? - Do you know what day it is?
N-No. Why?
- Testing you for concussion. Follow my finger. - No. No!
You've broken your collarbone.
They'll scan your head to check for damage to your skull or brain.
- I'll chase them up, see if I can't... - No, no. Don't chase them up.
- Why? - Because you'll just annoy them.
Martin! Ow.
- Where have you been? I was waiting for you. - I've been stuck in here with James.
- Did you get them out of the way? - Yes, but not for long.
- What am I gonna do about the little man? - I dunno.
- Just... - He can come with us. Move.
- No. - Come on, quickly.
Michael? Michael!
(Footsteps on stairs)
Michael?
Michael!
- Where's James? - Oh, it's you.
- How's Louise? - Louis-a! She has a fractured clavicle.
- Where's Michael? - Upstairs putting the baby to sleep.
No, he's not. He should be here and James should be in bed!
It's utterly unacceptable.
- Quickly! Right, put James down there. - Yeah.
OK. Underwear.
- Gotcha. - What...?
You can't just break in - not without a warrant.
If you hadn't left your key under the mat, you might have a point.
- Give him a break, Joe! - Sorry, Al
I know we're good friends, but you've been aiding and abetting.
I've half a mind to arrest you, as well as Mike.
- You can't arrest Mike. - I'm duty-bound to maintain the law.
- What? You gonna hand him over? - Not to those...idiots.
I'm gonna take him to the nearest barracks myself.
- But I've gotta cuff him... - Oh, leave him alone, Joel!
I mean, he's got clothes to fold - over and over again.
Mike?
You listening?
- Michael Graham Pruddy. - What?
I'm arresting you for being absent without leave from Her Majesty's armed forces,
- namely the Army. - I'm not going back. I can't go back!
- Don't do anything stupid. - Joe, please.
- I'm begging you. Joe... - Yes. That was textbook. Right.
- Let's go before those two... - (Knocking and doorbell)
- (Sighs) Too late. - Well, it might not be them.
- Course it's "them". MARTIN: Michael!
- Wait. That's not them. That's the doc. - No. Really?
- They're really tight. - "They're really tight."
I've heard it all before. I take them off, you do a runner.
I wasn't born yesterday.
- What's going on? - It's under control.
- Is James all right? - He's fine.
I was gonna bring him back when I was packed.
- Packed? Where are you going? - I quit. I gotta leave Portwenn.
- Out of the question. - But...
- You have a job to do. Why's he handcuffed? - He's under arrest.
- What for? - He's AWOL, run away from the Army.
- He's a coward. - I'm not. It's just...
They tried to fix me. They tried to fix my OCD.
I'm taking him back so they can fix him again.
- I don't want to be fixed. - He wants to go on the run.
- I'd rather live out of a suitcase. - He can't even pack one.
Be quiet. Penhale, take those stupid handcuffs off him.
- They're not stupid. - Michael, explain yourself.
Right, the OCD, it's part of me, innit?
It's kind of who I am, who I've always been.
The Army, they wanted to make me better, make me normal.
- But I didn't want that. - Well, if it wasn't as a result of an order,
would you like to feel in control of your actions?
I guess so, yeah.
If you feel that you need therapy, the Army will provide it.
So long as there's an adequate diagnosis in place.
But if Joe takes him back... they're gonna lock him in prison.
- Not necessarily. - Right, Michael Pruddy, I am arresting you...
Shut up. The Army has a duty of care to you. It is your decision whether you take it or not.
Yeah.
I'll go back, Doc.
- I'm sorry for all the inconvenience. - It Is ruddy inconvenient.
I have to find a new nanny now.
Goodbye, little man.
Let me take him back, Joe. It'll be better for him.
Are you...gonna go back, not do a runner?
- No. - Promise?
- Yeah. - Reckon we'll get away without them seeing us?
(Scoffs) You leave those squaddies to me.
- Mike, forget about the packing. No time. - Yeah.
- OK. - Mike!
All right.
Mike!
Wall 2 minute - Armstrong? Come on, sir. Let's be fair.
- Actually, you like a bit like Armstrong. - That's... Really, I have to take umbrage to that.
What is that?
(Low conversation)
Yesss.
- Are you ready for this? - Yeah, I just need a minute.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Oh. Er... Morwenna.
- Can you tell her what happened? - Sure.
Great.
- All right. - (Exhales)
Right. See you soon.
Maybe.
Bye.
(Sighs)
(James crying)
(Coughs)
Oh! Hello, James.
- Morning. - Is it a good idea to bring him here?
With all these germs.
- Michael's gone. - Gone where?
- He's resigned. - Why, what did you say?
- It was nothing to do with me. - (Coughs)
How was your night? You're coughing!
- Are you breathless? - Just open the window.
When did the doctor last come and see you?
- I don't know. - Have the nurses been checking...
I don't know! Does it really matter?
- This patient, who's her doctor? - Er..
Just one moment. Dr. Samuels, I think.
- Where's he now? - Busy, sir.
Is he? Where.
- On the wards. - Right.
Can I have some water? Can I have some water?
Yes, just a moment. Sorry...
How many times was she checked in the night?
- I don't know. - Was she turned even once?
As I said, I don't know. Good morning, Mrs. Ellingham.
Could I just have a listen to your breathing?
Deep breath.
- (Device bleeps) - Thanks.
Martin...?
Thank you. And again.
Thanks.
She's not febrile. How would you explain these symptoms?
- If your wife has a DVT... - Which she does.
She'll be treated with anticoagulants and the problem will go away.
The problem should never have arisen!
Will someone please tell me what's wrong!
It's possible you may have a blood clot in your leg.
- If a small part has travelled up to the lungs... - Which it has.
It could make breathing difficult, which it appears to be.
If your nursing staff could stop drinking tea for five minutes, none of this...
Martin.
In a couple of hours when we've dealt with this, I'm sure we'll be able to discharge her.
Come back then. In the meantime, I think you should leave now.
I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied you know what you're doing.
Martin, please. (Coughs) Please just go, just go.
Take James Henry now. Go. Martin!
5,000 units of heparin. And an ultra-sound.
- (Door opens) - Hello.
Hey.
Oh, er... Mike asked me to come.
- He told me to say goodbye. - He wants you to say goodbye to me?
No, no. He's saying goodbye to you.
Through me.
- Easier to explain in the pub. - Sounds good to me.
So, where has he gone, then?
- He's AWOL. - What's a wol?
- What's a what? - AWOL.
He's AWOL...
- Have you got everything you need? - Yeah.
(James crying)
Aw. Oh.
- He'll be OK. - Yeah. Mike's pretty tough.
- But sensitive. - Yeah, and he worries.
One of the many reasons we weren't compatible.
- So, you two weren't...? - No.
We only went out the once. It wasn't going anywhere.
- I mean, he's a nice bloke. - Yeah.
Funny, gentle.
- Really good looking. - Yep, all right.
And I liked him, but... (Sighs)
But the state of your kitchen would've killed him.
So, if you're looking for a job, there's an opening for a nanny.
- No. I wanna start my own business. - Yeah?
Yeah. I just haven't worked out what it is yet.
- Any ideas? - I keep thinking fish.
- How'd you come up with that? - I think there's something in it.
I just...just can't work out what.
Well, we can do that together, if you like?
- Have you got time? - Sure. You're buying the drinks.
- Come on. - All right.
- Ooh. - Sorry.
Thank you. Martin...
- I'm not coming home. - What?
It's the school holidays. And I'll stay tonight, but tomorrow I'm going to Spain with James.
- Why? - I just need some space to think, Martin.
- But you've... You've just had a. .. - The doctors, they say it's OK.
It's only a short flight, and my mother will meet us at the airport.
- No. Deep-vein thrombosis... - I've had heptarin injections.
- Heparin. - Heparin.
And I've got warfarin pills and I'll have my blood checked every week.
Every week? How long are you going for?
I don't know exactly.
But I do know I need a break.
But you don't even like your mother. You can rest at home.
No. I need a break from you, Martin.
What do you mean?
I'm not happy.
I'm not making you happy, am I?
Happy...
Why does everybody have to be happy all the time?
Let's just... Let's just go.
Bye.
You should've bought the wine at the cash-and-carry. They've got special offers on.
Yeah, but they don't sell anything decent, do they?
You don't want decent at a stag and hen do. You just want cheap.
But we've got to give our guests something nice to drink.
If it's nice, they'll want refills, and then we'll be in trouble.
Have you sorted out suitable entertainment?
- He means, have you booked a stripper? - No!
- Course I haven't. - (Chuckles) She's joking, boy.
- Aw, he's gone all red, bless him. - Ah.
I'll take over the arrangements. I'm sure you've got better things to do with your time.
For your information, I think I've come up with a business plan that could make some money.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. See those fishing boats out there?
And you see those tourists on the beach?
You put 'em together, what have you got?
Happy tourists.
I'd be like the middle man.
I'd introduce people who wanna go fishing to people who can take them fishing.
Charge, 10, 15% for my trouble.
- And that is your business idea? - Yes, it is. What do you think?
I don't think you'll find a single fisherman who'll give you 1%, let alone 10 or 15!
They don't make enough money to share it around!
(Chuckles) The middle man, eh? I mean, that is funny, boy.
Oh, shut up, Dad.
What did I say?
Oh, Dr. Ellingham?
Dr. Ellingham?
May I just say thank you?
I've had my CT angiogram, and you were right about my arteries.
They said if you hadn't noticed, I'd be...
Dead.
Yes.
Thank you.
Erm...I don't eat chocolate.
Oh. Well, I...
You look dreadful.
(Sighs)
- Martin, I'm going to bed. - Yes.
There's absolutely nothing in the fridge.
Shall we...go out to supper, just you and me?
What do you want to do?