[theme music]
[music continues]
[birds squawking]
There you go.
Are any of your stethoscopes for sale, doc?
No. Of course not.
-You're taking them with you? -Obviously.
I thought it was more of an office job.
Oh, no, no, I still have clinical duties.
-Dr. Ellingham. -Yes.
Henry Rice. We've talked on the phone before.
He's not selling his stethoscope,
if that's what you're wondering.
I wasn't, no, I'm here to look at some clocks
for my antiques shop. I'm something of a horologist.
Yes, go through please.
Remember, it's for the lifeboats,
so it's all for a good cause.
I know it's not easy parting with your collection,
but think of it as a fresh start.
Yes.
[clocks ticking]
Very nice, yes.
These are wonderfully maintained.
Thank you.
I'd be happy to take them all off your hands.
Yes.
Um...
Maybe I'll just keep, uh, that one.
And that one.
[sighs]
Excuse me? Is there a, um, is there a doctor here?
I thought this was a doctor's surgery?
Yeah, it was. Not anymore, permanently closed.
You'll have to go to Wadebridge.
I don't even know where that is.
Isn't there someone who can help me here?
I'm in a lot of pain.
Come on then.
Amazingly I hear they've stopped
making them in Prague altogether.
Sorry, doc, got a bloke here says he's in pain.
Arthur Collins. I think it could be broken. It's killing me.
Well, you'll have to go to Wadebridge.
Is that far away?
Ah, no, alright, I'll-I'll see you here.
-Thank you. -What about the clocks?
Yes, you can take that one and the barometer for 300 pounds.
That's not what we agreed. You said they were all for sale.
Well, it's what we've agreed now.
It's for the Life boats.
That one and the barometer for 300 pounds.
You can give the money to Morwenna on the way out.
Excuse me, I have a patient.
Thank you.
-Take a seat. -Thank you.
So how, how come the surgery's closed?
We're moving to London.
That's ironic. I just moved from there.
That's no irony, that's a coincidence.
[groans] You're right. Good point.
Well, you've dislocated your shoulder.
I won't take your jacket off. How did it happen?
Something of a mid-life crisis.
Had the smart idea of buying a farm to escape it all.
But it seems I'm not smart enough to put up a fence.
I was hammering in posts with a, with a sledgehammer and--
-Stop talking. -And--
Now I'll put your shoulder back in.
This is going to hurt.
[Arthur groans]
I'll put it in a sling.
You'll need to rest for a few days.
Oh! It feels better, still really hurts though.
Well, if that persists take paracetamol and ibuprofen
together for the first couple of days.
It could been worse I suppose.
Have you ever tried putting in barbed wire?
As experiences go, I wouldn't recommend it.
Alright. Keep your arm in that position.
I still have to vaccinate my cows.
Am I gonna be alright to do that?
I just told you to rest your arm.
If you need help, hire some.
There's no shortage of idle people in Portwenn.
So, if you're leaving, am I your final patient then?
Yes, you are.
Well, it's an honour to be last out the door.
Thank you, doctor.
And, uh, and good luck with your move.
Yes.
Remember to keep that arm up.
It's very important to take any stress off your shoulder.
-Okay, thank you. -You're welcome.
Um, I'm just gonna pop out to meet Pippa.
You're okay to keep an eye on everything?
Yes.
Right, you've got two minutes,
make your final purchases and then we close. Thank you.
And just remember, it is for charity,
it's for the life boat, so do give generously.
Yes.
Well, today's the day, Sally.
-How are you feeling? -Wonderful. Wonderful.
Just keeping myself busy, by cleaning some coins.
Do you want to do this?
Well, I do have a lot more coins still to polish.
Come on, Sally.
[door opens]
Put it in the bag.
It's all part of the process. You have to let go. Come on.
-Have you seen Martin? -No. He's been busy.
I thought he might come up to the chemists
but Morwenna's even closed the account.
You should come to the farewell party.
W-w-why would I wanna stand around celebrating
the village losing the finest doctor they've ever had.
You need to say goodbye.
You'll regret it if you don't.
So I've got the PA system sorted.
Al, you're bringing the food truck, right?
All set.
Caitlin, drinks?
Both soft and alcoholic.
I've distilled a very special whiskey
for the party as well.
The Ellingham Single Barrelled Malt.
How? You haven't got a still, you blew it up.
Plus we only decided to organise a farewell party a few days ago.
You cannot distil whiskey in that time.
That might be a trade secret, boy.
Or you just printed new labels and stuck 'em on old bottles?
The doc won't know the difference. He don't drink.
Janice, decorations.
No. I'm looking after James and Mary all day tomorrow.
Oh. You did say you'd help.
Are you paying me? Because the doc and Louisa are.
I've got more bunting and decorations in the shop.
You're very well organised, aren't you?
Careful, Bert, you'll make me blush.
Oh.
Okay.
Let's give Portwenn
the best leaving party it's ever seen.
[instrumental music]
I got you a little something.
Oh, Pippa, you didn't have to.
Well, it's the end of an era, isn't it?
Besides, when I say little, I mean it.
Here.
It's a school magazine from way back when.
-Oh, I'd forgotten about this-- -You had an article in it.
"A Letter To The Louisa Of Tomorrow."
Oh, God, that's right.
Yeah, I-I wrote this in English class
when I was 13 and it got chosen for the school magazine.
Which I was very proud of at the time.
Pippa, how bad is it?
It's actually quite sweet.
Go, go on.
Really?
[chuckles]
"Dear Louisa of tomorrow,
"I hope you're looking after me, wherever you might be.
"Maybe you're in London or Paris or New York.
"Wouldn't surprise me,
we were always meant for bigger things than Portwenn."
I don't think I wanna go on.
Well, well, skip to the, the final paragraph.
"Wherever you've ended up, I hope you're happily married,
"with two children and a dog.
"And I look forward to one day being you
"and reading this letter from me,
the Louisa of the past."
See?
You're finally living the dream.
Just took a little longer than expected.
If I knew how stressful it was gonna be
to get all packed up and ready to go,
I might have thought differently.
Oh, you'll be fine once you're settled.
-I know I'll miss Portwenn. -Yeah.
But it's the right decision.
That's why I gave you this.
If you ever have any doubts,
just remember this was always the plan.
[instrumental music]
Hello. Is Martin home?
He's in the Consulting Room.
How's he been?
Oh, you know the doc.
A never ending flood of emotion.
[rustling]
[sighs]
[coughs]
Martin. Are you alright?
Hello, yes, I'm fine. I'm fine.
You looked as though you were about to be sick.
No. It was nothing. Just, um, something I ate.
How was the sale?
Ah, there were a lot of people.
I hope you didn't sell those books I asked for.
No, they're in the kitchen. Come through.
I think it'd be good idea
if you gave Mrs. Tishell a chance to say goodbye,
she's finding it all quite difficult.
-What was it you ate? -What do you mean?
Well, just now, when you were feeling uncomfortable,
you said it was something you ate...
Ah, oh, it was, it was nothing, don't worry about it.
Well, remind me to send you a copy
of the manuscript of my new book.
-You might find it enlightening. -Another one?
Oh, I know, I shouldn't've done it.
But I was just organising some thoughts
and, well, they just organised themselves
into something of a study.
Thoughts about what?
Well, on you, I suppose.
You've written a book about me?
I've written a book about your condition.
You can't do that.
You're a very interesting case, Martin.
A doctor with certain physical reactions
to certain emotional situations.
I think hemophobia's been pretty well covered.
You are not gonna dig up anything new up on that.
Well, my theory is you never had hemophobia.
You've been suffering from animotophobia,
a fear of emotion.
That doesn't even sound like a real thing.
Oh, it is, it causes a physical reaction
when the prospect of an emotional response arises.
Rapid heartbeat, extreme nausea, even vomiting.
Who does that remind you of?
I think your new book sounds terrible.
Well, you won't have to worry very much
about your condition soon.
Because you wont be practising.
Which is a waste if you ask me.
I didn't.
[gags]
Nevertheless.
I'll send you a copy of the manuscript. Just in case.
Thank you.
[birds squawking]
Right.
That's me done then, doc.
Oh, right, yes.
Have you found another job yet?
I'm doing a paramedic course. We've talked about it.
Yes, of course we did. You're absolutely right.
Well done. Good for you.
Gonna miss this desk.
Had our ups and downs, um...
but this job as meant a lot to me.
And I suppose I'm gonna miss you too.
Please don't hug me.
Come on, doc.
I know you better than that.
Thank you, Morwenna.
You've been very, very good.
Thank you.
[telephone rings]
Not gonna miss answering that phone though.
[automated message]Thank you for calling Portwenn Surgery.
-Please leave a message-- -Cheers, doc.
[Arthur]Hello, doctor. It's Arthur Collins.
Y-you fixed my shoulder.
I've had a bit of a mishap with the cow vaccines.
I've accidentally stabbed myself--
-Hello. -Doctor, hello.
Ah, yes, I was, I was vaccinating the cows
and, and one of them suddenly shifted
out of the way and, um..
Well, I-I managed to stick it in my leg.
Oh, for God sake!
-[Arthur]Should I take it out? -Yes.
Then sit down, elevate the injured leg
so the vaccine doesn't spread through your bloodstream.
What sort of vaccine is it?
It's... [groans]
It's IBR, Infectious bovine rhinotracheitis.
Oil or gel based?
-[Arthur]Ah, Oil. -Oh, well, that's good.
It won't spread through your system too fast.
So, there's nothing to worry about?
[Martin]No, there is.
I'm gonna have to come to you and cut open that puncture wound
and flush it out before it does any more damage.
Where do you live?
It's, um, Haven House Farm,
it's up by St. Teath.
Oh, yes, I know it.
Look, I'm really sorry about this.
And I know you're busy packing.
And I-I'll leave the front door unlocked for you, okay.
Alright. I'll be right there.
Just one last patient then?
One last idiot injected himself with a cow vaccine.
He's staying up at, um, Joan's old house.
Yeah, I heard someone had bought it but I didn't know who.
-That'll be a bit strange. -No, shouldn't be.
I won't be long, I'll just get my bag.
Ow! God!
Five free standing bales over there
and twelve over there in four stacks of three.
She's very well organised, isn't she?
I thought that's what you didn't like about her.
You said you were a trapped like a bird in a cage.
Well...
I think I might, you know, miss her more than I realised.
Well, ask her for dinner or-or a drink.
I don't know what I'd say.
Well, be direct.
She'd appreciate that.
-Look, she's coming. -Could you do it for me?
-Dad. -Just a water, Al, please.
Yes.
You okay, Bert?
Oh yes, yes. No. I, uh...
I just wanted to ask you something.
I, uh...
I was wondering if you,
if you might want to...
To what?
To, uh, sell me some more napkins
for the caravan park.
How many? Five hundred? A thousand?
Oh, a thousand would great.
-I'll get that set up for you. -Yeah.
[Caitlin]I told you, not there, over there.
Well, on the plus side, at least you won't run out of napkins.
[instrumental music]
[engine revving]
[bird chirping]
[cattle mooing]
[Martin]Hello?
I-in here.
I'm so sorry, doctor.
Thank you for coming.
I thought you were gonna rest that arm.
What made you think you could vaccinate cattle single-handed?
Well, in-in retrospect, that was obviously an error of judgement.
Where did you inject yourself?
Ah, right here.
Take off your trousers please.
Okay.
I'll give you a local anaesthetic.
It'll need a few moments to take effect.
Argh!
-Mind if I sit here? -Ah, no, of course.
So, I'm gonna make a five centimetre incision
and cut away the subcutaneous fat, uh,
and remove the oily residue from the vaccine.
Good, good, blood. Lovely.
[nervous chuckle]
I suppose as a local you're used to
this kind of farming accident.
I'm not a local, and you are the first patient
I've ever had who's injected themselves with a cow vaccine.
-Is that numb? -Yep.
Okay.
Look away.
[sighs]
Ohh!
I'll just flush out the wound now.
Right, that's got that.
I'll stitch the wound now.
So, is this you off to be a big-shot
GP on Harley Street or something?
Ah, no, it's more of an academic role.
Oh. That's a shame. You're a good doctor.
Straight-forward. Direct.
Probably tired of seeing idiots like me all day.
It's nothing to do with that.
I was offered a job and I took it.
Well, I know the feeling. I was...
After a change when I moved here too,
used to be a stockbroker.
Everyone said I was making a mistake,
that I wasn't cut out to be a farmer.
Well, they're probably right.
Right, that's the... stitches in.
I'll just put a dressing on that.
You'll need to have those stitches out in about ten days.
You'll have to go to the surgery in, um...
[Arthur]In, in where?
Ah, Wadebridge. Excuse me.
[instrumental music]
[clears throat]
Right.
You'll need to, uh, rest and recover.
And by rest, I mean rest.
If you need help on the farm, then hire someone.
Are you okay?
Ah, yes. It's just, um, just something I ate.
Do you know this place?
You-you knew where the toilet was without asking.
Yes. Yeah. My aunt used to live here.
I spent a lot of time here as a child.
Something of a second home.
It must have been a great place to grow up.
Yes, it was, yeah.
[Arthur]But you're not a local?
No.
But you spent chunks of your childhood here
and-and moved to live and work here as an adult?
Yes, that's right, yeah.
I won't be back.
Well, thank you, doctor.
-Bye, doctor. -Goodbye.
Oh, you can put your trousers back on now.
[instrumental music]
[engine revving]
[James]Chicken. Supper!
Maybe he didn't hear you.
Chicken. Supper.
Chicken, come on, supper!
Chicken.
Martin, when was the last time you saw Chicken?
No idea.
He never misses mealtimes.
He's a stray. He's used to being out and about.
What happens if he doesn't come home?
He will.
I'm not going to London without Chicken.
I'm sure he'll be back in the morning.
Go and brush your teeth,
we'll be up in a minute to tuck you in.
Go on.
Martin, what we gonna do if he doesn't come home
before we leave?
It's a dog.
He's not, he's family.
Well, fine then, if he does turn up,
we can arrange to have him sent on.
If?
Are you gonna be the one to explain that to James?
That we'll be leaving and we might never see Chicken again?
Louisa, we can't all be held to ransom by a dog.
It could be days. Or weeks.
Or never. How're you gonna explain that to James?
Well, we've gotta do something.
James won't leave without Chicken.
[birds chirping]
[instrumental music]
[dog food rustles]
[instrumental music]
-Morning, doc. -Yes.
Doc, you know the rules about flyposting?
Oh, is Chicken missing?
I thought you didn't even like the dog.
I've done Ross Carrick and then I'll go up Church hill.
Can you take the rest of these and put them up Sprools End?
I appreciate your families probably upset,
but the law's the law.
I'm asking for your help.
Well, that means a lot, doc.
You reaching out to me like that.
I suppose sometimes friendship's more important
than stuffy rules and regulations.
Hmm. Right the way up Sprools End.
-Quick as you can. -Yes.
Thank you.
-Doctor. -Mrs. Tishell.
I wondered if you could put this in your window for me, please.
Mrs. Tishell?
-Chicken? -Yes.
Are you really leaving today?
Yes, we are. Yes. Yes.
There's a, there's a party and then we're leaving.
I just so, I wanted to, um...
Well, I wanted to say goodbye.
Right. Yeah. Well, goodbye.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm not ready, I'm not dressed. I'm not...
Um, I want to say goodbye properly.
Ah...
Can I...
can I come up to the surgery, please?
Yes, if you want to. Yeah.
I'll see you later.
I nearly sent out a search party for you as well.
I've been putting these up.
Martin. These are great.
I didn't want anything to delay our departure.
Is Chicken here?
Ah, no, no, he's not yet.
You told me he would be. So where is he?
Ah, well, we don't know, um, where he is just yet, do we?
-No, no. -Morning all.
-Oh, morning, Janice. -James?
Are you ready for our day of fun?
No.
Okay, well I have to look after your sister and you anyway.
'Cause mum and dad need some space to pack up your room.
We're not leaving.
Chicken's missing.
Aw, poor you.
I know how that feels.
When I was ten, my dog Poppy ran away too.
Did she come back?
No.
[birds chirping]
Main thing is not to lose hope.
I'll keep an eye out for Chicken.
Okay.
Thank you, Janice.
See you at the party.
Oh, and this.
James.
Now...
[instrumental music]
Try not to worry.
I miss Chicken as well.
And we will find him.
Okay? Go with Janice.
-Dr. Ellingham? -Yes, come through.
[rustling]
So, all these boxes here and those chairs there.
There's a further eight boxes in the sitting room there.
Then there are four boxes upstairs on the landing.
All the boxes are numbered.
And here's a full inventory of their contents.
Right. Very thorough.
-Thank you. -Well, we'll get to work then.
Alright, John, you get to the back of the van...
So strange to see it like this.
Everything all packed up.
What did you expect?
[telephone rings]
Excuse me.
-Actually... -Hello.
Doctor, hello. I-it's Arthur.
Dislocated shoulder, cow vaccine mishap.
-What have you done now? -N-no-nothing.
I-I think I might have seen your dog.
You're missing one, right?
I picked up a-a flyer
in the, in the grocer's this morning.
Are you sure it's the same dog?
Well, i-it looked a lot like him in the photo.
I saw him nipping over my fields.
I tried to get him to come back
but he just went running off again.
Alright, we'll come and get it now.
Thank you.
He's found Chicken?
Well, he thinks it's him, yeah, yeah.
I don't understand what the dog's
doing at Joan's farm though.
He must have jumped in the car
with you when you went up there.
What? Surely I'd have seen.
[instrumental music]
Hello, Sally, I just dropped by to see
if you wanted to come to the party with me.
Oh, uh, no.
No, I, um...
I've arranged to say goodbye to Martin,
um, up at the surgery.
-Well, that's good. -Mm.
Will you come to the party afterwards?
Yes, I think I will.
Um, the village needs me to be strong.
Yeah.
-That's the spirit. -Mm-hmm.
[engine revving]
[Louisa]We're gonna be late for our own party.
[Martin]If it's the right dog, then it shouldn't take too long.
Look, I know you don't wanna go Martin,
but it'll be the last time you'll ever have to do this.
I know.
And I wanna do it for you.
[Louisa]Well, it should mean a lot to both of us.
They don't do this for everyone.
I know you don't like it here,
but people just wanna say goodbye to us.
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chatter]
What do you think?
[indistinct chatter]
-Well... -It's fantastic, isn't it?
Doc's gonna love it.
[clock chimes]
You're going to miss him, aren't you?
Trying not to think about it.
That's the best way to deal with
uncomfortable emotions, isn't it?
Push them to that pit in your stomach
and hope they go away.
Well, I don't know that that's the best way.
Well, you've learnt something new.
[chuckles]
[instrumental music]
[engine revving]
Thank you so much for getting in touch with us.
-We were getting very worried. -No problem.
I saw him racing across those fields over there.
Yeah, we'll go, we'll go and have a look.
-How's your leg? -It's a little bit sore.
I w-would've caught him otherwise.
Yeah, yeah, thank you.
Thanks. Goodbye.
[engine revving]
[instrumental music]
[laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
Here, you might want to crack open the Ellingham Single Malt.
Crowd's getting a bit restless.
I thought you were saving it
as a gift for the doc and Louisa.
Unless you were planning on charging them for it!
No, I thought it might be nice for them
to have as a memento of the place.
You can be nice, Bert.
When you want to be.
[indistinct chatter]
-I was thinking. -Yes?
If you want to increase that napkin order to 3000
you'd be making a saving in the long run.
Oh, yeah, right, yes, good idea.
Or you could just say whatever it is
you really wanted to say to me.
I made a mistake.
I miss you.
I was wrong.
I was wrong?
Those three magic words
I thought I'd never hear from you.
I miss you too, Bert.
But you're still buying those napkins.
Chicken!
You know you're wrong, I don't dislike Portwenn.
[cattle mooing]
Well, maybe not, but you don't seem to like it much either.
Well, it's not...
I think the village is alright,
but it's the people.
Well, I'm a Portwenn person.
Well, obviously, not all of them, just most of them.
Not you, obviously.
-And so are your children. -Yes.
Ah, technically they are.
[cattle mooing]
Chicken. Martin!
Come here, Chicken! Come here, boy!
Come here, boy! Come here, boy!
-Come here! -No, no, no, no, don't bark.
You'll scare the cows.
Chicken!
[dog barks]
Martin, maybe we should move.
Okay, nice and quickly.
Chicken!
Come on. Faster.
[Louisa]Oh!
Martin!
Quick, Martin!
[cows mooing]
Jump!
Oh!
-Are you okay? -No!
-Yes? -You alright?
Yes.
-Martin... -I've cut myself.
Oh!
Martin!
Ah. Oh, my God.
Ah, I need to put a tourniquet on that.
Can you put your hand on the wound?
-Yeah. -Okay, press hard.
Oh, God, it's really,
it is really bleeding.
Ah, I must have, uh,
torn my brachial artery on the barbed wire.
This is very serious, isn't it, Martin?
[groans]
Yeah, I'm losing blood very fast.
Um, you need to get my medical bag out of the car.
No, no, I can't leave you like this.
It's not far.
-Go as fast as you can, please? -Yeah, okay.
[instrumental music]
[gasping]
[birds chirping]
Is Dr. Ellingham here?
Ah, no, he's gone.
-Gone? -He said he'd be back soon.
I-I-I'll wait for him inside then, thank you.
A-alright.
[gasps]
-Everything's gone. -Well, yeah.
That's the point of moving.
Everything moves with you.
[instrumental music]
There you go, Ruth.
[indistinct chatter]
-He doesn't want it. -Hmm!
He's worried about Chicken.
Can you keep an eye on him for a bit?
Yes, of course.
When is the doc arriving?
I don't know.
He's not a great fan of parties.
-But he's usually punctual. -Yeah.
I've been calling him but he's not answering.
[panting]
Come on.
Martin, are you okay? I got your bag.
I tried to call an ambulance, but there's no signal,
so I'm gonna go and get some help.
No, no, you need to help me
stop this bleeding.
Ah, I don't carry an artery clip
so you're, you're going to have to, uh,
tie it off with a suture.
No, I-I-I don't, I don't think I can do that, Martin.
Yes, you can.
You have to.
Open the bag.
Second drawer down on the right.
There's some...
some gloves, put them on.
-It's just a question of, uh... -Yeah?
Tying a suture around the artery.
Third drawer down on the left.
There's a sachet of
Chlorhexidine wound cleansing solution.
-Third. -[Martin]Open it.
And pour it into the wound.
-Yeah, this-this one? -That's it, well done.
-Okay. -How bad is this, Martin?
[shrieks]
[exhales]
It's not good.
Okay.
Okay, top centre drawer.
There's a suture pack with a big curved needle in it.
That's it.
That's it, well done.
Yeah.
Now I want you to put your finger
into the wound and scrape out any clotted blood.
Okay. This is gonna hurt, isn't it?
Yeah, a bit.
[groans]
[gasps]
Okay.
Okay, now put your finger in and hook up the artery.
Martin, God.
I'm still losing a lot of blood.
Hook it up and then put the big curved needle
under the artery and tie a knot.
[groans]
I think I've got it.
Under. Yeah?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Okay, tie it good and tight.
Yeah.
[gasps]
Yeah. Oh, God!
[instrumental music]
[clicks tongue]
Oh. I-I-I never thought he'd actually leave.
Um, but i-i-it's real, isn't it?
-I mean, all this is-is-is real? -Yeah, I hope so.
Otherwise we've just wasted the best part of a day.
No! No, no, I can't, I can't, I can't let this happen.
Oh, no! No. Oh, God!
Ah. Oh!
-Oh! -Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
He has to stay.
He has to.
Get down from there.
You can't leave!
Get down from there.
Dr. Ellingham!
You have to stay!
Please!
Oh, dear!
-Joseph. -Yeah.
We've got a problem. I'll go have a word.
Quick as you can.
Okay. That's it. Nearly done.
Okay. Yep.
Better.
[panting]
Okay, Martin.
[gasps]
We need to get you to the hospital, okay?
You're gonna have to help me.
On three. One, two, three.
Please, Martin, please, please. Please!
[groaning]
That's it, no, Martin!
I'm gonna have to get some help from the farmhouse.
I-I'll be as quick as I can, okay?
[sobbing]
[instrumental music]
[Louisa]Martin!
I called the ambulance, but it's gonna take over an hour.
-It's too long. -Yeah, I thought so.
So I've got this to get you to your car.
Um, okay, on three, we're gonna lift you up, okay?
-Yeah. -Okay.
-One, two, three! -Three!
[groans]
Martin, careful!
Careful!
[groans]
Martin, keep your eyes open.
-[Sally]Joe. -Sally.
[birds chirping]
[Sally]Joe.
-Sally. -Oh, Joe!
I thought I was coping.
But I'm not.
All those empty rooms.
I mean, that's not right, is it?
So I'm not coming down,
until Dr. Ellingham agrees to stay.
How's you being up there gonna change that?
Well, because none of you have even tried.
You're all just partying and joking down there.
Where as if you really cared, you'd come up here with me.
Come on, Joe.
The doc's not gonna change his mind, Sal.
Come on down.
No!
We're losing the finest man the village...
ever been graced with.
The least you can do is to try.
[gasps]
Dr. Ellingham!
Martin!
My Martin!
Careful!
[instrumental music]
Do you need me to come with you?
No, we just need to get going. Thank you.
If I see your dog, I'll let you know.
-Good luck. -Thank you.
[engine revving]
[instrumental music]
We'll be there soon, Martin. Just stay awake, okay?
I'm gonna call Ruth. Yeah?
-Martin. -Yes?
[dial tone ringing]
[Ruth]Martin, hello.
Ruth, there's been an accident.
Martin's torn his brachial artery
and he's bleeding very badly.
So we're driving to hospital now.
Oh, Louisa.
Is he stable?
I tied the artery the best I could.
-But... -[Ruth]You did?
Yeah, under his guidance,
but he's lost a lot of blood, Ruth.
So, with James and Mary.
Um, could you look after them, please?
No, don't worry about the children.
Just call me as soon as you get to the hospital.
I will, yeah.
Oh.
[engine revving]
[instrumental music]
Not too far now, Martin.
I don't...
I don't dislike Portwenn...
at all.
Yeah, it's really not that bad, is it?
You know...
-I love you. -Oh, Martin.
Martin, please.
Please, just hang on.
Please. Martin. Please.
Please.
[sobbing]
[tires screeching]
[instrumental music]
You're gonna be fine, Martin.
It's gonna be fine.
[sighs]
What if she comes down in a bit
then when the doc comes back she get's back up there.
No, I want her off my van right now.
-Sally! -Oh, Ruth!
I-I-I know how this looks.
And I appreciate all your help,
but the heart wants what the heart wants.
Martin's had a very serious accident.
Louisa's with him in the hospital--
Drive me to hospital now.
Getting down now. He needs me. He needs me there.
Take me to him. Take me. Take me to him.
Is he gonna be okay?
I don't have that information.
-Get me there! -We just have to wait.
Get me there. Take me there, now.
No, let's get you home.
[instrumental music]
[sighs]
-Mrs. Ellingham? -How is Martin?
I'm sorry.
-Oh, no, no, no, no. -What?
Oh, no. I'm sorry I meant I forgot my reading glasses.
I'm sorry, I-I-I realise that must've sounded really bad.
How-how is Martin?
Your husband's fine.
He's lost a lot of blood but he's stable.
-And he'll make a full recovery. -He will, thank God.
-Did you tie off the artery? -Yeah.
Good. Nice work.
Ah, when can I get to see him?
He's in recovery, you can pop in any minute.
-Yeah, thank you. -Okay
[gasps]
Ruth. Ruth! Yes!
No, no, h-he's, he's gonna be okay.
Yeah. Thank you.
No, I'm fine.
[instrumental music]
Martin.
I've been so worried.
It's okay.
Just get some rest.
I'll bring the children to see you in the morning.
[birds chirping]
[instrumental music]
I've brought you children and croissants.
-Oh, thank you. -Mummy!
-Good morning. Oh. -How is Daddy?
Yes, he's gonna be okay, we're gonna see him
this morning at the hospital.
Oh, Mary.
I missed you.
Good girl, look at you.
-Hello! -Hello.
I believe this, uh, this belongs to you.
-Chicken! Yeah! -You found him.
-Thank you so much. -My pleasure.
It's nice here.
Everybody looking out for everybody else.
Makes a nice change from the city.
-Thank you very much. -It's my pleasure.
James, we need to get Chicken his breakfast.
'Cause we need to go soon, come on.
Bye, bye, Chicken.
Bye, thank you so much, Arthur.
Good boy!
-Chicken! -Come on, Chicken!
[whimpering]
[indistinct chatter]
Was... was that the doc?
No, he had surgery yesterday.
No one checks themselves out of hospital
the morning after surgery.
You wouldn't, would you?
But it is the doc.
[indistinct chatter]
Doc's back home.
Everybody, the doc's back home!
[groans]
-Martin! -Hello.
We were just coming to see you.
I discharged myself.
Ah, are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, I am, thanks to you, you saved my life.
Well, it was just one stitch.
What would happen if we stayed here?
I thought you wanted to go.
I did, but I was only thinking about what was ahead
and not what we'd be leaving behind.
You're probably not thinking straight, Martin.
Do you want to leave?
I wanted to support you.
And I didn't want you to feel that
Portwenn was holding you back.
It's not.
It's given me everything, my whole life.
It gave me you.
It's our home.
-Exactly. -Yeah.
You missed the party, so we brought the party to you.
How're you feeling, doc?
Um, fine, thank you, mainly.
You got a new leaving date, Doc?
-Actually, uh-- -We're not going.
Not going today?
No, we're just not going.
So, y-y-you're going tomorrow then or-
Mrs. Tishell, we're staying.
-Make up your mind. -Indecisive tossers.
I was really gonna miss you, not!
Oh, thank you so much for coming up here.
So sorry we missed the party.
But Martin really does need his rest now
[James]Daddy!
We found Chicken!
You should be in hospital.
They're not leaving.
So does this mean. you're still the doc, doc?
Yes, I am.
Well, you're gonna need to find yourselves a new receptionist.
But I suppose I can help you out for a while.
Oh, I think that's a wonderful decision.
You might as well still have your leaving present anyway.
It's a clock.
But a brand new one.
To replace all those old knackered ones you had.
Thank you, Joe.
[instrumental music]
Come on, Sal.
Let's get you to bed, you need your rest.
Doctor's orders.
Just hold that a second, would you?
Thank you.
[water splashing]
[birds chirping]
[dog barks]
[whimpering]
[instrumental music]
[theme music]