♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Here you go.
-Are any of your stethoscopes for sale, Doc?
-No, of course not.
-You taking them with you?
-Obviously.
-Oh, 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 stethoscopes, if that's what you're wondering.
-I wasn't.
No, I'm here to look at some clocks for my antique 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.
They 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 ] [ Indistinct conversations ] -Excuse me, is there -- 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.
- But I-I don't even know where that is.
Isn't there somebody who can help me here?
I'm in a lot of pain.
-Come on, then.
-And these, they stopped making them in Prague altogether.
-Sorry, Doc, got a bloke here who says he's in pain.
-Arthur Collins.
I think it could be broken.
It's killing me.
-You'll have to go to Wadebridge.
-Is that far?
-Uh, 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.
-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 lifeboats.
That one and the barometer for £300.
You can give the money to Morwenna on your way out.
Excuse me, I have a patient.
-[ Sighs ] -Thank you.
Take a seat.
-Thank you.
So, how come the surgery is closed?
-We are moving to London.
-That's ironic.
I've just moved from there.
-That's not irony, that's a coincidence.
-You're right, good point.
[ Groans ] -You've dislocated your shoulder.
I won't take your jacket off.
How did it happen?
-Something of a midlife crisis.
I 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... -Stop talking.
-...and... -I'll put your shoulder back in.
This is going to hurt.
[ Arm cracks ] -Oof!
-I'll put it in a sling.
Need to rest for a few days.
-Ooh.
It feels better, still really hurts, though.
-Well, if that persists, take paracetamol and ibuprofen together for the first couple of days.
-It could be 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 honor to be last out of the door.
Thank you, Doctor.
And good luck with your move.
-Yes.
Just remember to keep that arm up.
It's very important to take any stress off your shoulder.
-OK.
Thank you.
-You're welcome.
-Um, I'm just gonna pop out to meet Pippa.
You OK to keep an eye on everything?
-Yes.
[ Indistinct conversations ] Right, you've got two minutes.
Make your final purchases, and then we close.
Thank you.
-Just remember, it's for charity.
It's for the lifeboats.
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.
-[ Smooches picture ] -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 chemist, but Morwenna's even closed the account.
-You should come to the farewell party.
-W-W-Why would I want to 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 systems 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-barreled malt.
-How?
You haven't got a still.
You blew it up.
Plus, we only decided to organize a farewell party a few days ago.
You cannot distill 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.
-[ Chuckles ] -I've got more bunting and decorations in the shop.
-You're very well organized, aren't you?
-Careful, Bert.
You'll make me blush.
-Oh.
-OK, let's give Portwenn the best leaving party it's ever seen.
[ Birds squawk ] ♪♪ -I've got you a little something.
-Oh, Pippa, you didn't have to.
-[ Inhales, exhales sharply ] Well, it's the end of an era, isn't it?
Besides, when I say little, I mean it.
-[ Gasps ] -Here.
It's a school magazine from way back when.
-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, Paris, or New York.
It wouldn't surprise me.
We were always meant for bigger things than Portwenn."
[ Chuckles ] I don't think I want to go on.
-Well, skip to the -- the final paragraph.
[ Birds squawking ] -"Wherever you've ended up, I hope you're -- 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've settled.
-I know I'll miss Portwenn.
-Yeah.
-But it's the right decision.
-Yeah.
That's why I gave you this.
If you ever have any doubts, just remember this... was always the plan.
♪♪ -Hello.
Is Martin home?
-He's in the consulting room.
-How's he been?
-[ Scoffs ] You know the doc, a never-ending flood of emotion.
-[ Inhales, exhales sharply ] [ Coughs ] -Martin, are you alright?
-[ Clears throat ] Hello, yes, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
-It looks as though you were about to be sick.
-No, it's nothing.
It's just, um, something I ate.
-How was the sale?
-Uh, there were a lot of people.
-I hope you didn't sell those books I asked you for.
-No, they're in the kitchen.
Come through.
-I think it would be a 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.
-Uh, uh, that was -- that 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 have done it, but I was just organizing some thoughts and, well, they just organized themselves into something of a study.
-Thoughts about what?
-Oh, 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 has been pretty well covered.
You're not gonna dig up anything new 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 won't be practicing... which is a waste, if you ask me.
-I didn't.
[ Sputters ] -Nevertheless, I'll send you a copy of the manuscript, just in case.
-Thank you.
[ Birds squawking ] [ Trinkets clanking ] -Alright?
[ Exhales sharply ] That's me done then, Doc.
-Oh.
Right, yes.
You found another job yet?
-I'm doing a paramedic course.
We talked about it.
-Yes, of course we did.
You're absolutely right.
Well done, good for you.
-Gonna miss this desk.
We've had our ups and downs, um... but this job has 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.
-[ Whimpers ] Thank you.
[ Telephone rings ] I'm not gonna miss answering that phone, though.
Thank you for calling  Portwenn Surgery.
Please leave a message,  and we'll get back to you... -Cheers, Doc.
[ Answering machine beeps ]  -Hello, Doctor,  it's Arthur Collins.
You fixed my shoulder.
I had a bit of a mishap  with the cow vaccines.
I've accidentally  stabbed myself.
-Hello.
-Doctor, hello.
Yes, I was vaccinating the cows 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's sake.
-Should I take it out?
-Yes.
Sit down, elevate the injured leg,  so that 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?
-Uh, oil.
-Oh, well, that's good, it won't spread through your system too fast.
-So there's nothing to worry about?
-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.
-OK, I'm really sorry about this.
I-I know you're busy packing, and I'll leave the front door unlocked for you, OK?
-Alright, I'll be right there.
-Just one last patient, then?
-One last idiot, he 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.
Oh, God!
-5 free-standing bales over there, and 12 over there in 4 stacks of 3.
-She's very well organized, isn't she?
-I thought that's what you didn't like about her?
You said you were trapped like a bird in a cage.
-But...
I think I might, you know, miss her more than I realize.
-Well, ask her for dinner or a drink.
-I don't know what I'd say.
-Well, be direct.
She'd appreciate that.
[ Kids laughing ] Oh, she's coming.
-Could you do it for me?
-Dad.
-Just a water, Al, please.
-Yes.
-You OK, 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?
500?
1,000?
-Oh, 1,000 would be great.
-I'll get that set up for you.
-[ Chuckles ] -I told you, not there, over there!
-Well, on the plus side, at least, you won't run out of napkins.
-[ Sighs ] [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cows mooing ] ♪♪ -Hello.
[ Door knocks ] -In -- In here.
I am 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 retrospect, it was obviously an error of judgment.
-Where did you inject yourself?
-Uh, right here.
-Right.
Take off your trousers, please.
-OK. [ Cows mooing in distance ] -I'm gonna give you a local anesthetic.
-[ Groans ] -It'll need a few moments to take effect.
-[ Groans ] -Do you mind if I sit here?
-No, of course.
-So, I'm going to make a 5 centimeter incision and cut away the subcutaneous fat, uh, and remove the oily residue from the vaccine.
-Good.
Good.
Lovely.
[ Chuckles ] I suppose, as a local, you're used to this kind of farming accident?
-I'm not a local, and you're the first patient I've ever had who's injected himself with a cow vaccine.
-[ Exhales sharply ] -Is that numb?
-Yeah.
-OK. Look away.
-Oh.
-[ Gags ] I'm gonna just flush out the wound now.
♪♪ -Right, let's go with that.
I'll stitch the wound now.
-So, is this you off to be a big-shot GP on Harley Street or something?
-Uh, no, it's more of an academic role.
-Oh, that's a shame, you're a good doctor.
[ Laughs ] Straightforward, 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-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.
Alright, that's the... stitches in.
I'll just put a dressing on that.
You'll need to have those stitches out in about 10 days.
And you'll have to go to the surgery in... ♪♪ -In -- In where?
-Uh, Wadebridge.
Excuse me.
[ Sputters ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Clears throat ] -Alright.
I think you need to, uh, rest and recover.
By rest, I mean rest.
If you need help on the farm, then hire someone.
-Are you OK?
-Uh, yes, it was just something I ate.
-Do you know this place?
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.
-But you're not a local?
-No.
-But you spent chunks of your childhood here, and then moved to live and work here as an adult?
-Yes, that's right, yeah.
I won't be back.
-Oh.
Oh.
Well, thank you, Doctor.
Bye, Doctor.
-Goodbye.
Uh, you can put your trousers back on now.
♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Birds squawking ] -Chicken!
Supper!
-Maybe he didn't hear you.
Chicken!
Supper!
Chicken, come on, supper.
[ Dishes clanking ] -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.
-No.
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.
Boop.
Boop.
Martin, what are 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 are you gonna explain that to James?
-Well, we've got to do something.
James won't leave without Chicken.
[ Birds squawking ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Bowl shuffles ] [ Printer processing ] ♪♪ -Morning, Doc.
-Yes.
♪♪ -Doc, you know the rules about flyposting.
Oh, is Chicken missing?
I thought you didn't even like that dog.
-I've done Roscarrock, and then I'll go up Church Hill.
Can you take the rest of these and put them up Sprools End?
-I appreciate your family is probably upset, but the law is the law.
-I'm asking for your help.
-Oh, 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.
-Hm, right the way up Sprools End.
Quick as you can.
-Yes.
-Thank you.
[ Birds chirping ] [ Door closes ] -Doctor.
-Mrs. Tishell.
I wonder 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.
-It's just, I wanted to, um...
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.
Uh... Can I -- Can I come up to the surgery, please?
-Yes, if you want to.
Yeah.
I'll see you later.
-[ Exhales sharply ] [ Door closes ] -I nearly sent out a search party for you as well.
-I've been putting these up.
-Oh, Martin, these are great.
-I didn't want anything to delay our departure.
[ Baby coos ] -Is Chicken here?
-Uh, no.
No, he's not yet.
-You told me he would be, so where is he?
-Uh, well, we don't know, um, where he is just yet, do we?
-No.
No.
-Morwenna!
-Oh, morning, Janice.
-James, are you ready for a day of fun?
-No.
-OK, well, I have to look after your sister and you anyway.
Because Mom and Dad need some space to pack up your room.
-We're not leaving.
-Chicken's missing.
-Oh, poor you.
I know how that feels.
When I was 10, my dog Poppy ran away, too.
-Did she come back?
-No.
-Main thing is not to lose hope.
-I'll keep an eye out for Chicken.
-OK.
Thank you, Janice.
See you at the party.
Oh, and this.
James, now... try not to worry.
I miss Chicken as well, and we will find him, OK?
Go with Janice.
-Dr. Ellingham?
-Yes, come through.
[ Tape roll peeling ] All these boxes here, and those chairs there.
There's a further eight boxes in the sitting room.
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 the back of the... -It's so strange to see it like this, everything all packed up.
-What did you expect?
[ Telephone rings ] Excuse me.
-Actually... -Hello.
-Doctor, hello, it's Arthur.
Dislocated shoulder, cow vaccine mishap.
-What have you done now?
-Noth-- Nothing.
I-I think I might have seen your dog.
You're missing one, right?
I picked up a flyer  in the grocer's this morning.
-Are you sure it's the same dog?
-Well, 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.
[ Birds squawk ] -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 up at the surgery.
-Well, that's good.
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-hm.
-We're gonna be late for our own party.
-If it's the right dog, then it shouldn't take too long.
-I know you don't want to go, Martin, but it'll be the last time you'll ever have to do this.
-I know.
And I want to do it for you.
-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 want to say goodbye to us.
♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] ♪♪ -What do you think?
-Well... -It's fantastic, isn't it?
Doc's gonna love it.
[ Cuckoo clock dinging ] -You're going to miss him, aren't you?
-I try 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 ] ♪♪ -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 and have a look.
-How's your leg?
-It's a little bit sore.
I'd have caught him otherwise.
-Yeah, yeah.
Thank you.
-Thanks.
Bye.
-Goodbye.
♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations, laughter ] [ Birds squawking ] -Beer.
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 it as a memento of the place.
-You can be nice, Bert, when you want to be.
[ Indistinct conversations continue ] I was thinking... -Yes.
-If you want to increase that napkin order to 3,000, you'll 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!
Chicken!
-You know, you're wrong.
I don't dislike Portwenn.
[ Cows mooing ] -Well, maybe not, but you didn'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, uh, technically they are.
[ Mooing continues ] -Chicken!
Martin!
Come here, Chicken!
Come here, boy!
-Come here!
-Come here, boy!
Come here, boy!
-Come here!
-No, no, don't bark, you'll scare the cows.
[ Dog barking ] Chicken.
Martin, maybe we should move.
-OK. Nice and quickly.
-Chicken.
[ Mooing continues ] -Come on.
Faster.
-Oh!
Martin!
Quick!
Martin!
-Jump!
-[ Grunts ] -Oh!
-God!
Are you OK?
-No.
-Yes.
-You alright?
-Yes.
Oh, Martin.
-I've cut myself.
-Martin.
-[ Grunts ] -Martin.
-Oh.
Oh, my God.
Uh, I need to put a tourniquet on that.
Can you put your hand on the wound?
-Yup.
-OK, press hard.
-Oh, God, it's -- Martin, it's really bleeding.
-Right, 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 have to get my medical bag out of the car.
-No.
No, I can't leave you like this.
-It's not far.
-I can't.
-Go as fast as you can, please.
-Yeah.
OK. ♪♪ [ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ -[ Birds squawking, indistinct conversations ] -Is Dr. Ellingham here?
-Uh, no, he's gone.
-Gone?
-He said he'd be back soon.
-I'll wait for him inside, then.
Thank you.
-A-Alright.
-[ Breathing shakily ] Everything's gone.
-Well, yeah, that's the point of moving.
Everything moves with you.
♪♪ -There you go, Ruth.
-He doesn't want it.
[ Indistinct conversations ] -Hm.
-[ Sighs ] 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.
♪♪ -[ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ Martin, are you OK?
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, uh, you need to help me stop this... bleeding.
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 don't think I can do that, Martin.
-Yes, you can.
You have to.
Open the bag.
Second drawer down on the right, there are some... some gloves, put them on.
It's just a question of... -Yeah?
-...tying a suture around the artery.
Third drawer down on the left, there's a sachet of chlorhexidine wound-cleansing solution.
-Third.
-Open it, and pour it into the wound.
-Yeah.
This -- This one?
-That's it, well done.
-OK. OK. How bad is this, Martin?
-[ Screams, exhales sharply ] [ Inhales sharply ] It's not good.
OK. OK, top center drawer, there's a suture pack with a big curved needle in it.
That's it.
That's it, well done.
Yeah.
-Yeah.
-I want you to put your finger into the wound and scrape out any clotted blood.
-OK.
This is gonna hurt, isn't it?
-Yeah, a bit.
-OK. -[ Groans ] -OK. -OK. OK, now put your finger in and hook up the artery.
-Martin, oh, God.
-I'm still losing a lot of blood.
Hook it up, and then put the big curved needle under the artery and tie it off.
-[ Screams ] -[ Whimpers ] Under, yeah?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-OK, tie it good and tight.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-[ Breathing heavily ] -Oh, God.
-[ Breathing shakily ] [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ I-I-I never thought he'd actually leave.
Um, but it -- 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!
Oh, God, uh... Oh.
Oh.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you doing?!
-He has to stay.
He has to.
-No.
Get down from there.
-You can't leave.
You can't leave.
-Get down from there!
-Dr. Ellingham!
You have to staaay!
Please!
-Oh, dear.
Joseph.
-Yeah, we've got a problem.
I'll go have a word.
-Quick as you can.
-Yeah.
-OK?
That's it.
Nearly done.
OK. Yeah.
We're there.
[ Breathing heavily ] OK, Martin.
We need to get you to the hospital, OK?
You're gonna have to help me.
On three.
One, two, three.
Please, Martin, please.
[ Crying ] Please.
That's it.
No.
Martin.
I'm gonna have to get some help from the farmhouse.
I'll be as quick as I can, OK?
[ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ Martin!
-I called an ambulance, but it's going to take over an hour.
-It's too long.
-I thought so, so I got this to get you to the car.
Um, OK, on three, we're gonna lift you up, OK?
-Yeah.
- OK. One, two... [ Both grunting ] Three!
-Martin, careful.
Careful!
-[ Groans ] -[ Grunts ] OK. [ Grunting ] Martin, keep your eyes open.
-Joe.
-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.
Whereas if you really cared, you'd come up here with me.
Come on, Joe.
-[ Groans ] The Doc's not gonna change his mind, Sal.
Come on down.
-No.
We are losing the finest man the village has ever been graced with.
The least you can do is to try.
[ Inhales sharply ] Dr. Ellingham!
Martin!
My Martiiiiiiin!
-Careful.
♪♪ -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.
[ Car engine revs ] ♪♪ We'll be there soon, Martin, just stay awake.
OK?
I'm gonna call Ruth.
Yeah.
Martin!
-Yes?
[ Line ringing ]  -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 the hospital now.
-Oh, Louisa.
Is he stable?
-I tied the artery the best I could, but...  -You did?
-Yeah, under his guidance, but he's lost a lot of blood, Ruth.
So, with James and Mary, 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.
♪♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ -Not too far now, Martin.
-If I don't...
I don't dislike Portwenn... at all.
-[ Sniffling ] Yeah.
It's really not that bad, is it?
-You know...
I had a lovely... -Oh, Martin.
Martin, please.
[ Crying ] Please, just hang on, please.
Martin.
Please, please.
♪♪ [ Tires squeal ] [ Sirens wailing in distance ] ♪♪ You're gonna be fine, Martin.
It's gonna be fine.
♪♪ -What if she comes down in a bit, and then when the doc comes back, she gets back up there?
-No, I want her off my van right now.
-Sally.
-Oh, Ruth, 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 the hospital now.
Get me there now.
He needs me, he needs me there.
Take me to him.
Take me.
Take me to him.
-Is he gonna be OK?
-I don't have that information.
-Take me there.
-We just have to wait.
-Get me there.
Take me there now.
-No, let's get you home.
♪♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Intercom chatter ] [ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Exhales sharply ] ♪♪ -Mrs. Ellingham.
-How is Martin?
-I'm sorry.
-[ Crying ] No, no, no, no, no.
-What?
Oh, no, I'm sorry, I meant, I forgot my reading glasses.
I'm sorry, I-I realize that must have 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.
-Yeah.
Thank God.
-Did you tie off the artery?
-Yeah.
-Good.
Nice work.
-Uh, when can I get to see him?
-He's in Recovery.
You can pop in in a minute.
-Yeah, thank you.
-OK. -[ Breathing heavily ] [ Inhales, exhales sharply ] Ruth, Ruth.
Yes.
No, no, he's -- he's gonna be OK. Yeah.
Thank you.
No, I'm fine.
[ Heart monitor beeping ] Martin.
I've been so worried.
It's OK. Just get some rest.
I'll bring the children to see you in the morning.
[ Sirens wailing in distance ] [ Beeping continues ] [ Birds squawking ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -I've brought you children and croissants.
-Thank you.
-Mommy!
-Good morning.
Oh.
-How is Daddy?
-Yes, he's gonna be OK, and we're gonna see him this morning at the hospital.
[ Baby cries ] Oh, Mary.
Missed you.
Good girl.
Look at you.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-I believe this, uh, this belongs to you.
-Oh!
-Chicken.
Yay.
-You found him.
Thank you so much.
[ Dog barking ] -Yay.
-My pleasure.
It's nice here.
Everybody looking out for everybody else.
Makes a nice change from the city.
-Thank you very much.
-Oh.
It was my pleasure.
-James, we need to get Chicken his breakfast, 'cause we need to go soon, come on.
-Goodbye, Chicken.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Thank you so much, Arthur.
Good boy.
-Chicken.
-Come on, Chicken.
[ Indistinct conversations ] -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.
-The doc's back home.
Everybody, the doc's back home!
-[ Groans ] -Martin.
-Hello.
-We were just coming to see you.
-I discharged myself.
-Are you sure you're OK?
-Yeah, I am.
Thanks to you.
You saved my life.
-Oh, it was just one stitch.
[ Birds squawking ] -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 are you feeling, Doc?
-Um, fine, thank you, mainly.
-You got a new leaving date, Doc?
-Actually... -We're not going.
-You're not going today?
-No, we're just not going.
-So, what, you're going tomorrow, then, or...?
-Mrs. Tishell, we're staying.
-Make up your mind, indecisive tossers.
-I was really gonna miss you, not.
[ Laughter ] -Aw.
Thank you so much for coming up here.
I'm so sorry we missed the party.
But Martin really does need his rest now.
-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 yourself a new receptionist.
But...
I suppose I can help you out for a while.
-Well, I think that's a wonderful decision.
-You might as well still have your leaving present anyway.
It's a clock, well, a brand new one, to replace all those old, knackered ones you had.
-Thank you, Joe.
-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 splashes ] ♪♪ [ Dog barks ] [ Dog whines ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪