"I'm in charge of crime prevention for the whole of Portwenn." "You think I'd forget to lock my own front door?" "You were up late last night." "I couldn't sleep." "Have you got any work sorted yet?" "Mum said you'd lost that job in Cardiff." "I didn't lose it." "I quit." "That's what I told Mum." "No way he'd get the sack." "I said you'd probably been headhunted or something like that." "Was I right?" "There were some people trying to get hold of me." "Always in demand." "Well, you've either got it or you haven't." "So, did they get hold of you?" "Why all the questions?" "Sorry." "Guess I'm just used to interrogating criminals all day." "When did you last interview a suspect?" "Let me show you round my beat." "Morning, girl." "Your coffee." "Why did you unpack my stuff?" "You've been living out of that bag for two weeks now, Polin." "Toast?" "I told you." "It's temporary." "OK, but your brother is not leaving your mum's just yet so you may as well get settled in, eh?" "Don't follow me into the bathroom." "Ah, there you are." "Come on, then." "Good boy." "Louisa." "Why aren't you at school?" "Is something wrong?" "No." "Well, not really." "It's just..." "I haven't felt the baby move for a while." "Have you been to see Martin?" "I was going to but then I thought, no, I'm being silly." "I'm having a scan tomorrow at the hospital so I must as well just wait." "In you get." "We'll sort this out right now." "Louisa needs to see you." "Why?" "Is something wrong?" "Sorry I'm late." "Slow-moving boyfriend." "Get that dog out of my reception." "Yes." "As soon as you've dealt with Louisa." "I can just go to the hospital." "Don't be silly." "You're here now, and Martin wants to help." "What's the problem?" "The baby, Martin." "I haven't felt it move for a while." "Come in." "Go through." "Get out." "Get that out." "It can stay out here." "It can't go in the surgery." "It's against the law." "You'd be amazed how many drivers leave their valuables in full view." "I come down here twice a day and offer words of advice." "Are you all right, Sam?" "Yeah." "Usually it's me that has trouble keeping up with you." "I don't suppose..." "I mean, there's no chance you'll still be here for Christmas?" "God, no." "There's plenty of room." "Mum would love to see you." "It's years since we've all shared a turkey." "No, I've got a meeting with someone in Newlyn next week." "If that all goes well, I'll be out of your hair." "Newlyn?" "Is that a job interview or something?" "Yeah." "Being the Neighbourhood Beat Manager doesn't mean I just go round locking people up." "I can also offer a helping hand, which is equally rewarding." "That doesn't sound too good." "You think?" "I could get you towed to a garage." "Let me guess." "They rip me off and charge me a fortune." "And you get a nice little backhander for sending a mug their way?" "No, I'm just happy to help." "I'll get on to Brian and have him fit you in." "Actually, now I've got your undivided attention, can I ask have you left any valuables on display?" "What?" "Camera, binoculars, handbag." "What handbag?" "Not yours, obviously." "But maybe your wife's." "She's dead." "Give her a try now." "Thanks very much." "Just doing my job, sir." "Yeah, this model, the chief lead comes loose." "Just needs to be tightened up, you know." "My brother knows all about cars." "Safe journey!" "Aghh!" "Ohhh!" "When did you last feel it move?" "I'll ask the questions, thank you." "When did you last feel it move?" "There has been nothing since yesterday lunchtime." "I'm sure everything is fine." "Why are you so sure?" "Any number of things could have gone wrong." "Martin!" "Auntie Joan." "You'd like me to leave?" "I'll be right outside if you need me." "Thank you." "Can you... undo the lowest buttons of your blouse and pull down the top of your skirt just a little?" "It's a bit awkward." "If you're embarrassed, why did you come to see me?" "No, I mean it's tricky to undo this blouse." "The buttons are very small and my fingers are getting fat." "Let me help." "I'll just..." "Just move that a little." "It sounds fast." "Is that all right?" "Fetal heart rate should be between 120 and 160 minute beats per minute." "It's completely normal." "Is everything all right?" "Yes." "Apart from the fact I'm now officially one of those neurotic pregnant mums." "All right." "Come on, Buddy." "We know when we're not wanted." "Yes." "Goodbye." "Dr Ellingham, here's another one from the Primary Care thingy." "Another what?" "An official reminder that we have to have the surgery re-painted." "Just this room and your room and my phlebotomy clinic." "Waste of time." "Can I interrupt, doc?" "This gentleman's had a nasty accident." "Trapped his fingers." "I didn't trap them." "This moron slammed..." "The doc doesn't need any details of the circumstances." "He'll just want to examine the damage." "Won't you, doc?" "Go through." "Every four years." "And it's been nearly five." "That was the doc." "And this is Pauline, the receptionist." "The practice manager and head phlebotomist." "Oh." "Sam Penhale." "My big brother." "Can you see the family likeness?" "No." "Did I hear you say you need some painting done?" "Yeah, yeah." "Why?" "Is that what you do?" "Yeah." "Amongst other things." "He's an artist." "Oil paints." "Water colours." "Pastels." "Not in a girly way, if that's what you're thinking." "He could have played football for Plymouth Argyle." "He had a trial but his ankle went..." "I don't think Pauline wants to hear my life story." "Oh, I don't mind." "You picked up on the partitioning of the sample." "Bell-shaped." "Yes." "While the mucosa was more like a dome." "The rate of permeation followed zero order kinetics, but the spermicidal activity and the vaginal permeability increased proportionally," "until it peaked." "Any questions?" "Have you made up your minds yet?" "Steak." "Very rare." "Monkfish." "No butter." "Shall I pour the water?" "I'm sure we can manage." "You don't mind I ordered something rather bloody?" "Not at all." "It won't... upset you?" "Of course not." "If you ever need help, I know someone." "Thank you." "I can manage on my own." "'On my own... no more." "The beat of my heart echoes in time with another." "And now, sore... with longing, it runs like a child to its mother. '" "You're the only man who's ever written me a poem." "I've got it somewhere." "I could find it." "Oh, no." "Don't bother." "Do you still write poetry?" "No." "I can't help but notice a spot of the old tension between you two turtledoves." "Mmmm." "If you want to talk about it, it's just between the two of us." "Yeah, but you're his dad, you know?" "For the purposes of this conversation," "I'm just your good friend Bert." "I love him." "He's great." "But..." "He follows me all over the place because he hasn't got any other mates." "And he's so boring and samey." "He never does anything romantic." "He made you toast." "And he has to plan everything, like, for ever, and then never actually does it." "Been that way since he was a lad." "I'm just not sure I can see myself with him forever." "You know what really gets to me?" "He mumbles." "Thank you." "What's that perfume?" "I can't remember the name of it." "It was a gift from an infertile and rather unattractive couple." "It smells of cheese." "No more IVF for those two." "Senor." "Senorina." "Thank you." "Son, we've gotta have some of that face time." "Dad, no." "I don't want an accordion player on the terrace." "How would you feel if you lost your girl?" "Because if you're not careful she's going to leave you, toothbrush and all." "What?" "First off, you follow her around like a lamb." "No, I don't." "Yes, you do." "And Pauline don't like it." "How do you know?" "Because she told me not to tell you." "And you're samey." "I'm what?" "Samey." "I don't even know what that means." "Neither do I, but it's not good." "And I hate to have to tell you this but you're, well, you're kind of weak in the romance department." "You've got to work on yourself, boy." "Shape up or it's Splitsville." "She also said she wanted an accordion player on the terrace." "Right." "I'll say good night." "I think that was appropriate, don't you?" "Yes." "Your breath seems a little metallic." "It's possible you're jaundiced." "You might want to check." "I'll do that." "Wooo!" "New girlfriend?" "Use a condom this time." "He's a proper shagger." "Morning, Doc." "How did you get in?" "What's all this?" "Your practice manager gave me the key." "I don't have a practice manager." "Pauline." "She told me to get started." "Now, she wanted that shade." "I think something with a bit of rose in it works better, gives it more warmth." "Keep the colour exactly as it is." "And put my furniture back where you found it." "Well, how am I supposed to work?" "You haven't done the same in my consulting room." "No, I'm doing that on Saturday." "It's all been organised." "Ask your practice manager." "I don't have a practise manager!" "Yes." "Mr Routledge?" "You're dying?" "Really?" "You better be." "Mr Routledge!" "Let yourself in." "How do you expect me to get to the door if I'm having a heart attack?" "I see you managed to get to the fridge all right." "What were you doing when your so-called discomfort started this time?" "I was on the toilet." "I didn't flush, just in case you need a sample." "On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst, how would you describe your pain level?" "I'm not sure that's a big enough scale." "But I'll tell you one thing." "I'd be a lot more comfortable if you'd get me a place in a nursing home." "Shhh!" "Nothing." "You don't need a place in a nursing home." "You've got Meals On Wheels and a home help, neither of which you actually deserve." "It's not safe here." "That walk from the taxi to the door is treacherous." "It's the only exercise you get." "Can you get me another beer before you go?" "You look like a madonna." "Don't say that." "Have you seen her face recently?" "No, I mean the actual..." "Never mind." "Any chance of a cuppa?" "It's on the cupboard." "You haven't drunk it yet." "Oh, right." "Yeah." "Have you ever done a nude?" "What are you doing?" "I thought I'd do a series of these, maybe a fresco." "Paint it out." "Oh, couldn't he just paint around it?" "No." "Hey, doc." "Portwenn Surgery." "What about your room, then?" "Hey!" "Clean that up." "Why isn't this carpet covered?" "Oh, it's a bit slippy." "What's the matter with you?" "When do you want me to do your room?" "At the weekend, when the surgery is closed." "We discussed this an hour ago." "Did we?" "Go through." "Why?" "What have I done?" "Just go through." "Hey!" "Careful." "Are you all right?" "Pauline!" "OK." "Bye." "Pauline, I'm early." "Chippy, are you still seeing double?" "No." "Take a snap of me and my portrait." "So you're not going to sack me, then?" "Why would I sack you?" "Dunno." "Follow my finger." "Do you give all your employees a physical?" "Only those displaying symptoms of illness." "How much do you drink in a week?" "Nothing." "Well, not a lot." "Couple of pints now and again." "Your lack of coordination and memory impairment would suggest otherwise." "Have you seen a doctor?" "I thought about it but it comes and goes, and I was absolutely fine till a couple of months ago." "Do you have to write things down to remember them?" "Now and again, if it's important." "Have you ever forgotten anything obvious, like the name of a close relative?" "No." "Don't think so." "Any members of your family with medical disorders?" "Joe's a bit odd." "He got kicked in the head by a horse." "Yes, I know about your brother." "What about your parents?" "Mum's fine." "Getting old..." "Father?" "He walked out when I was five." "Died a couple of years after that." "What did he died from?" "No idea." "I was actually closer to my granddad." "But then he died as well." "How old was he when he died?" "Not sure." "Young." "He kept setting fire to his bed so he got sent to a home." "Take a seat." "So you... think I've got something, then?" "Pauline will take your blood for testing." "Worst case scenario?" "It's probably just a virus, but your symptoms, combined with your family medical history, mean there's a very slim possibility you have a genetic disorder." "I'd like to rule that out." "But it's probably just a virus." "Yes." "Probably." "Louisa Glasson!" "Is everything OK?" "One moment." "Oh!" "Miss Glasson." "Oh, hello." "Nurse." "Sorry, I was just trying to... see." "You're right." "SGA." "Small for Gestation Age." "By week 24 the foetus should measure 33 cm at the very least." "This one - not even close." "Can you see something?" "Something wrong?" "Stop talking, please." "Have you made a mistake?" "A mistake?" "I don't mean getting pregnant." "Did you get the date wrong?" "The date of what?" "You're not being very clear." "I'm simply trying to work out whether you're suffering some sort of inter-uterine growth retardation." "What I need to know, and this shouldn't be too difficult I would have thought, when did you have sex with Dr Ellingham?" "Well, I didn't actually make a note in my diary." "But I think the last time... .. we had... .. on the occasions that we..." "It was mid-October... 11th." "And a couple of days after that." "There." "It wasn't so bad, was it?" "This is so kind of you, Joan." "You know I could have got a cab." "I don't want you wasting your money on taxis." "Come on, Buddy." "Baby's done come cheap." "You're paying for that overpriced room in the pub when you could be staying with me for nothing." "You know I'd like to but it's just too far from the school without a car." "I honestly don't mind driving you." "What?" "There and back every day?" "No." "I need a place of my own in the village." "Waddling distance." "Well, if you're sure about that," "I think I might be able to help you if you'll let me." "Agghh!" "Surprise." "What the hell are you doing?" "It's romantic, innit?" "You nearly killed me." "I didn't mean to, Pauline." "I was..." "My brother used to do that." "Except without the flowers." "Well, I've booked a table at a restaurant." "A romantic restaurant." "Not your place, then?" "You've not finished work already." "Lunch break." "Are you OK?" "Oh, a bit iffy." "Doc Martin's took some blood." "He's doing some tests." "Probably just a virus." "Well, you know what doctors are like." "They're always looking for something to scare you with." "I think he was hoping I'd got what Grandpa had." "Grandpa wasn't ill." "He was just mental." "Or maybe the milkman did work for the KGB." "Does the doc think you're going mental as well?" "No." "He said there was a tiny chance I might have something genetic." "Genetic?" "A tiny chance." "You mean..." "I might have it as well?" "So what exactly have we got?" "You have got nothing." "Don't try and sugar the pill." "There is no pill." "You have no symptoms." "You have therefore no illness." "Not yet." "But if it killed grandfather..." "I can't tell what killed your grandfather." "He was only 49." "How long have I got?" "I can't possibly tell how long you are going to live." "Right now it is your brother I'm concerned with." "Yes, everyone always cares about Sam." "He'll be all right." "He's the lucky one." "I'm the one that needs to worry." "Why?" "Because if it's genetic it'll swerve past Sam, come straight for me." "So please tell me, what's on your mind?" "I have to know." "Your brother has some symptoms consistent with Huntington's disease." "But it's highly unlikely." "Will I go mental?" "Will I definitely die?" "If you did have it then, yes, you would slowly go mental." "And eventually die." "Oh, my God!" "It killed Grandpa." "And now it's coming for me." "Oh, right!" "Sit down and roll up a sleeve." "What are you doing?" "I can't breathe." "I need air." "Sit down, and calm down." "You're having a panic attack." "Is that one of the symptoms?" "Shut up and let me take your blood." "You?" "Yes." "Right." "Make a fist." "Oh!" "Hold that." "There's a Mrs Henson on the phone for you." "It looks Huntington-y." "No!" "Right." "You can answer the phone, then." "What?" "If you're going to take your own blood, you might as well do my whole job!" "Goodbye, Pauline." "He thinks I'm going to die soon." "Not soon enough." "We should have yours and your brother's results by tomorrow." "Put your shirt on." "I'll miss you, doc." "Out you go." "Go." "Seems a bit weird just to knock on his door." "I haven't seen him for years." "He'll be glad of the company." "Thanks for the lift, Joan." "Oh, if he offers you tea, make sure you wash the mug." "You'll be delighted to hear the scan went well." "What scan?" "Louisa's check-up at the hospital." "Oh, for God's sake, Martin." "Take some interest in your baby." "Louisa has made it abundantly clear that she wants me to have nothing to do with it." "And you'll do as you're told?" "Yes." "Well, that'll be a first." "It's good of you to visit me, Lisa." "Louisa." "And thank you for the jelly babies." "I'm sorry there weren't that many left." "I don't see many people these days." "Those that do come, complain about the smell." "I can't imagine why." "It's a kipper." "What is?" "The smell." "I was making my breakfast, and one of my kippers slipped down the back of the cooker." "I couldn't reach it, and the home help's no help." "Haven't had a cooked breakfast in a good while now." "It's such a lovely house and so close to the school." "Doesn't suit me - all these stairs." "On my bad days, I wee in the kitchen sink just to save myself the climb." "Would you like a biscuit?" "Oh, no." "Fine, thanks." "Over there." "By the sink." "I hear you're thinking of going into a home." "That tosser Doc Martin doesn't think I'm ill enough." "I had a heart attack this morning." "He didn't even care." "If you did go into a home, what would you do with this place?" "Rent it out, I guess." "To tourists... or someone local?" "Someone who's lived here all their life and still works in the village." "Not many of them left." "Oh, there's a few on the boats and the shops, in the school." "Where do you live, Lisa?" "Doctors have to mention the bad stuff in case you actually are ill and you sue 'em." "Most of the time it's nothing." "So will you please lighten up?" "I've done nothing with my life." "You, you've done it all." "Apart from play football for Plymouth Argyle." "But if your ankle hadn't..." "Shut up about the bloody football." "You could have been a contender, Sam." "You could have been King Of The World." "You don't half talk some bollocks when you're pissed." "Don't leave me." "I'm only going for a crap." "Another one?" "Sorry, you're not allowed in here." "What?" "No supermodels in the kitchen." "Where are you off to dressed like that?" "Don't know." "Al is surprising me." "Is he?" "And there you were saying he didn't know how to be romantic." "Hello." "Hey, babes." "Sorry, something's come up." "I can't hear you." "You're mumbling." "Something's come up." "I met some old mates, and..." "Hey!" "Hey, what's up?" "Yeah, I thought I'd stay and have a session with them." "All right, lads, keep it down." "I'm on the phone to the missus." "So, yeah, I can't do that thing tonight." "Maybe tomorrow." "Al..." "Right, gotta go." "The shots are here." "Your romantic son just stood me up." "He says he's having drinks with 'some old mates'." "It's a shame to let all that beauty go to waste." "Why don't you go out front and take a few orders?" "What you drinking, Joe?" "'Ey?" "I'm supposed to be taking Pauline out for dinner tonight but she thinks I can't do anything without her so I plan on being here for a while... with my mates." "Where are they, then?" "Oh, they'll be here." "Soon." "In the meantime, can I get you a pint?" "Actually, I'm in the middle of something." "A family matter." "With my brother." "Family stuff, yeah?" "I love family stuff." "Did you want a pudding?" "No, thanks." "Notice how the surgeon has gone to great lengths to minimise heamorrhage as he opens the chest." "Now, as he opens the left ventricle, there will be a rush of blood." "Observe how the assistant is ready with the sucker so that all the blood loss can go through the cell saver and be reinfused." "This will minimise the amount needed in transfusion." "The thing about women is they always want to know where you are, but they never want you around." "I suppose we're all going to die." "It's just... getting used to the idea." "I stood her up, right, cos she's got this crazy idea that I'm clingy." "I mean, me!" "Clingy?" "Mate, not even Pauline goes to the toilet as much as you do." "I've got a dippy tummy." "Well, thanks for sharing that." "You haven't touched that one." "Go on..." "Cheers!" "Here's to the best brother I could ever hope to have." "And if this is the end of the journey" "I just want you to know that I'm one lucky bastard... to have had you in my life." "Now where you off to?" "Toilet." "You just went." "He's not doing drugs in there, is he?" "I thought I heard voices." "Go back to bed." "Why are you painting this time of night?" "Because it's easier to concentrate when it's just me... on my own... .. by myself." "That's..." "That's excellent." "What do you know about art." "I know what I like." "And I really..." "Yeah, yeah, it's brilliant, just like everything else I've ever done." "You know what?" "I need to get this finished." "Night." "Last night Al stands me up, so I stay awake waiting for him so I could ignore him." "Then I fall asleep." "This morning I find him asleep on the bathroom floor." "I hadn't heard him come in." "He passed out trying to clean his teeth." "So I stayed awake for no good reason." "Well, that's it!" "Where's the painter?" "He's in the kitchen." "The kitchen doesn't need painting." "I know." "He's having a cuppa." "Your results are negative." "Oh." "So I'm not going to die." "Not from Huntington's, no." "Your iron levels are off and your blood count is low, though." "All right." "Well, I don't know what that means." "I'll get a cloth." "Pick that up." "That's all right." "I'll mop it up." "Pick it up." "Now." "You can't, can you?" "All right, don't rub it in." "Do you have that weakness in any other joints?" "Doc, another Routledge emergency!" "No." "I am not attending that hypochondriac any more." "He's got chest pains, arm ache..." "I am with a patient." "Is this one having a stroke?" "No." "No." "But Mr Routledge is, and he is scared and he is alone." "I'll see you later." "Squeeze." "No, you're not having a stroke." "Then why do I feel as if I am?" "Because you're a mentally deranged time-waster." "And Sod's law dictates the one time I fail to attend is one day you actually die." "Louisa?" "Has something happened to Mr Routledge?" "Sadly not." "Is that my breakfast?" "Two lovely kippers." "The grill is over there." "When did you start deliver Meals on Wheels?" "Lisa thinks I should go into a home." "He's very frail." "No, he's not." "Yes, I am." "No, you're not." "I..." "I'm going for a wee." "It probably would be for the best, though, wouldn't it?" "I'd get proper care, and Lisa could move in here." "Oh, right." "I see." "See what?" "You'd want me to refer Mr Routledge to a home so you can move into his house." "No." "No, not at all." "So you wouldn't want to live here?" "Well..." "I would be, yes." "Mmm." "Don't you 'mmm' at me, Martin." "Goodbye." "Martin?" "I was going to come and see you." "Erm..." "Can you look at this?" "Oh, God, there is something wrong." "Dr Montgomery says it's SGA." "She's booked me in for some scans." "Dopplers." "They check the placenta's working..." "I got the technicalities explained at length." "What I didn't get was any kind of reassurance the baby was doing OK." "And that's what I want right now." "Don't worry about one image, Louisa." "Easily misinterpreted." "Some foetuses are small at this stage and have a growth spurt later on." "Some foetuses are small throughout the pregnancy." "It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you or with the baby." "Right." "Can I have it back?" "Erm, do you mind if I hang onto it?" "I just want to check the measurements and consult with Edith." "You're going to talk to Edith about our baby?" "Is that a problem?" "With you discussing my baby with your ex-fiance?" "Ah, so it's your baby when it suits you ut it ours when you need medical help." "So, do I start packing or not?" "No." "Mr Routledge, you are not entitled to a place in a home." "Caring profession?" "My big hairy..." "Agghh!" "Oh, my God!" "Don't move." "Does it look like I can?" "Aghhh!" "He's broken his hip." "OK." "I was really angry about last night but I think we should discuss it properly." "Like grown-ups." "Are you ignoring me now?" "I don't know about these hybrids." "Cars are supposed to make noise, ain't they?" "Electric ones are just spooky." "I can't take this any more." "Can't take what?" "All this acting so weird." "I haven't been weird." "All right." "All right, I have been acting weird but..." "You want to get rid of me." "No, you idiot." "You're the idiot." "I want you to stay, Pauline." "Oh, I give up." "No, I give up." "I buy you flowers, you yell at me." "I stand you up so you don't think I'm clingy." "You ignore me." "Have you any idea how much I had to drink to stay out that late with my so-called mates just to prove to you, yes, I do have a life of my own?" "I don't want you to do all that." "Yes, you did." "Dad told me." "So he told you to act like a pillock." "He told me you don't like how I am." "And he said I mumble." "What?" "He said..." "He said I mumble." "No, you don't." "You don't have to change completely." "So there are bits of me that you like?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Are you gonna tell me what they are so maybe I can work on them?" "No." "You work it out for yourself." "He's got a lovely head of hair." "What the hell's going on?" "Oh, my God." "You've turned my kitchen into a crack den." "No, I haven't." "Is that cocaine?" "No, it's paint." "I'm making paint." "You buy paint, you don't make it." "You had me thinking you were ill." "You're just a junkie." "I want you and your narcotics out of my house." "I'm not a junkie, you moron." "I am not a moron, you junkie." "I'm just... trying..." "Oh, God!" "Yes." "Did you send for an ambulance?" "Yes." "Will he be all right?" "Hello?" "Can you hear me?" "Painter!" "I think maybe he ate something bad." "Why do you say that?" "He just has that kind of I- ate-something-bad look, don't you think?" "His pulse is elevated." "Has he taken any drugs to your knowledge?" "How do you..." "I mean, do you have to know about that to help him?" "Well, of course I do." "He's presenting like he's had an overdose." "I can't treat him if I don't know what he's taken." "He's been taking crack cocaine!" "See?" "He said he was making paint." "Paint?" "It's not his fault, though." "It's all the stress." "What's stress?" "He's been staying up late at night, working hard on this." "Not bad for a crackhead!" "Mmm." "'Samuel Birch, 1888.'" "Wake up!" "Why did you sign it Samuel Birch?" "Because he's a forger." "Oh, shit." "Yeah." "Blue discolouration along the gum line." "I think he's got lead poisoning." "Have you been making lead paint?" "You can buy paint." "Not the sort they used in the 1800s." "So he's not a druggie?" "No." "He's a crook." "No." "Not Sam." "You don't get chronic lead poisoning overnight." "I doubt this is the first time he's done it." "He'll need to go to hospital." "It's not what it looks like." "Did you even have a trial for Plymouth Argyle?" "Did you!" "Oh, I can't, I can't, it's just too... beautiful." "Even you have to admit that." "I don't have to admit anything." "I have the right to remain silent." "Good." "Why's that still up?" "Erm, some of the patients like it." "No." "Ohh!" "Oh." "Doc, could I have a word?" "No." "You took my blood, did some tests." "You're not ill." "You're fit and healthy." "Physically." "I thought you might want this." "No, I don't." "You said you liked it." "No, I didn't." "Well, you agreed it wasn't bad, for a crackhead." "I've put some Tippex over the signature so technically it's not illegal any more." "I'm trying to say sorry." "For what my brother nearly did to our special relationship." "But we're OK now, yeah?" "Erm..." "Great." "I've got you something." "It's a little out of date but I think it should do the job." "If ever you need reassurance you can cope just give it a squeeze."