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Robert
Martin
Robert
Martin
Robert
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How does it feel?
Good.
Must bring back some memories, huh?
Yes.
I think I detect a note of excitement there.
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Robert
Martin
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My work with the Lord Select Committee is taking me down that way in a couple of weeks. Be an opportunity for you
and I to have some lunch.
There are one or two restaurants that pass basic hygiene standards.
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Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
Jim
Martin
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Doc! Hey! Jim. Jim Selkirk. You treated me for impetigo a few months back, remember? Well, it's all cleared up.
Look, just like you said it would. Didn't get a chance to thank you.
You're welcome.
Hey, you, uh, you down for the sheep's trials as well then?
No.
No. Probably not your thing. Same as the wife. She just doesn't see it at all.
Right.
So I tell her, I say, to come down onto the field. See how Sheila...oh, that's my, uh, my prize ewe. Beautiful sheep, so
she is. See how Sheila reacts to them dogs. It's amazing.
Actually, I think that seat's reserved.
Huh? Uh, no, no. I think I'm alight. Ah. Of course, you were reading. I'm sorry. Me and my big mouth. Yap, yap,
yapping away. This, um, this impetigo I had. Is it likely to come back?
Uh, it's possible.
Oh, hey. I'm glad that I bumped into you. Cause...can you hear that?
No.
Hmmm. Clicks sometimes when I do that.
Well, don;t do that then.
What?
If you have a medical issue make an appointment and come to the surgery.
Oh, yeah, but seeing as you're here, you know.
I'm not at work.
It's only my wrist.
Appointment!
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Louisa
Aunt Joan
Louisa
Aunt Joan
Louisa
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I really appreciate you letting us do this.
Oh, I enjoy it. Maybe we could make it a regular thing - school trips. I'm sure we could, we could come to some sort
of...arrangement.
What? Money, you mean?
Not a lot. But, uh, well. Every little bit helps.
We just don't have any. I mean, I would if I could, but there's, there's nothing in the budget.
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Conductor
Martin
Conductor
Martin
Conductor
Martin
Conductor
Martin
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I've never seen a dead body before. I'm not really sure what to do. I, I, uh, missed that day of training.
Ah, it's best we get a move on.
But he's, you know, dead.
It's not a condition that's going to change the longer the longer we stop here.
Well, maybe we should say something.
He won't hear.
Probably gone to a better place.
Well, at least one of us has.
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Conductor
Martin
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I suppose it reminds you how precious life is. You know, live each moment to the last. Carpe diem. Hakuna matata.
Well, this man celebrated his precious life by eating junk food and giving himself a heart attack.
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Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
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Louisa.
Yes, something's happened.
To the baby?
No, um. He, he can’t breathe! He, he's all stiff!
Calm down. Speak normally.
It's Theo Wenn. He's, he's a child in my class. We're, we're up at Joan's farm and he's having some kind of attack.
Hold the phone where I can hear his breathing. Sounds like he's hyperventilating. Possibly a panic attack. That's when
the lack of oxygen compared to carbon dioxide in his bloodstream...
Don't explain why! Just tell me what to do!
Have him breathe into a paper bag for a minute or two. That should raise his carbon dioxide level.
Paper bag.
It's common. It's nothing to worry about. If his breathing doesn't improve, call me back.
Martin. There is a young child, in my care, lying on the ground, barely able to breathe. How quickly are you gonna be
here?
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Aunt Joan
Louisa
Aunt Joan
Louisa
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Louisa.
Please, don't say anything.
I know you're angry.
No, I'm not angry Joan. That is not even close. What you did today, what you did to that poor boy, anger is too, too
SMALL to cover it.
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Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Aunt Joan
Louisa
Aunt Joan
Louisa
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
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Has his condition improved?
A little, yes.
As I said on the telephone, probably just a panic attack.
Should never have got into that state in the first place.
He could have seriously hurt my birds!
That doesn't justify locking him in a chicken coop!
Well, somebody's got to teach them that that sort of behaviour is totally unacceptable.
By doing something even more unacceptable?
Well, clearly there was a discipline issue, but perhaps a chicken coop isn't the best place for a child. Either way, having
a pregnant woman and a pensioner arguing in front of him isn't going to make him feel any better.
Children need discipline. I just wanted to teach...I didn't mean this to happen.
Well, I was locked in a cupboard under the stairs all the time as a child. It didn't affect me. Um, you can take him
home. Make sure he gets plenty of rest. Auntie Joan. If you need me, give me a call.
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Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
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Were you expecting me? (big knife in Martin's hand)
No, no I was just preparing my evening meal. Come in.
Thank you. So, London went well then.
Why do you say that?
You always prepared something exotic when you were in a good mood. Which was rare. Probably why I remember.
London was fine, yes.
And the thorny issue of your haemophobia?
I told Robert it wasn't an issue.
Well, that's not exactly true, is it? You couldn't even hold a bag of blood without passing out. If anything, your problem
is increasing the closer you get to leaving.
Are you saying that my subconscious doesn't want me to leave?
Oh, wouldn't that be disturbing?
Highly improbable.
Do you still have that card I gave you?
Yes.
You know, Dr Milligan is brilliant. His paper on therapeutic approaches to social retardation is the best I've seen. In
fact, I spoke to him about you.
Did you?
Yes. Why don't we call and make an appointment? Cut to the chase.
There's no need. I've made an appointment. I'm seeing him tomorrow.
I'm impressed. Well done, Ellingham. You're finally finding your feet. Enjoy your sushi. Bloodless, of course.
Would you like to join me? There's plenty of fish.
Thank you. But I've eaten. Maybe some other time.
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Bert
Al
Bert
Al
Aunt Joan
Bert
Aunt Joan
Bert
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Of course I knew it was gonna happen.
You knew she's lock someone in a chicken coop?
Well, I knew that something would happen, with her in the house by herself, all isolated. I mean, that's how folks go
bodmin. Ha. It's the wind on the moors. It drives them crazy.
You'd better hope those doors are locked in case she comes at you with a carving knife. Whee, whee, whee.
Carry on. Please. Don't mind me.
Oh, we didn't mean no offense, Joan.
Yes you did. You just didn't mean me to hear.
Yes. And that, too.
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Martin
Claire
Martin
Claire
Martin
Claire
Martin
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Dr Ellingham.
Yeah, yeah, I know who you are. Listen, Doc. Can I ask you a question? My tan, right? I went to Costa Rica on a hen
weekend with the girls, and it's starting to fade.
I was called to see Theo Wenn.
I was gonna top it up at that sunbed place in Delabole, but my friend says it's dangerous or something.
Yes. Excessive exposure to ultraviolet rays increases the risk of melanoma or even basal carcinoma.
Didn't understand a word of that.
It's...bad! Theo...Wenn!
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Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
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I'm sure it won’t come to anything.
Juliet Wenn has instructed a solicitor. You can't ignore the seriousness of the situation.
The Wenn's have been scrabbling for every penny since Richard lost the boat business. That's what all this bother is
about. And we both know I did not cause that boy's illness.
No, we don't. There's every chance that you did.
Oh, damn! You're supposed to be supporting me.
I am.
I'm not an idiot, Marty. I know how serious this could get, but I cannot change what happened. Oh God.
You all right?
If this keeps up, I shall end up like poor old Jim Selkirk.
You, you have a much better diet than he did.
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Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
Martin
Dr Milligan
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I'm here to see Dr Milligan. You're Dr Milligan.
That's right. So, Dr Montgomery, um, Edith, has spoken to me a little about the trouble you're having. But, I thought it'd
be a good idea if you told me about it.
Right.
Just any general thoughts.
I have an aversion to the sight of blood and the smell of burning flesh.
And how does that make you feel?
I'm a surgeon. It's extremely inconvenient.
And how does that affect you, personally?
It's inconvenient.
I see. And Martin, what is it that you hope to get out of these sessions with me?
I'd like the inconvenience to stop.
Isn't being a surgeon all about being in control? The precision. Wouldn't the worst thing for a surgeon be to lose that
control? I wonder if it's not the fear of losing control that's bringing about this crisis?
That your theory or Dr Montgomery's?
Does it matter?
No. It's psychoanalytical claptrap either way.
Well, then, it's her theory. It would help me to understand if I knew more about what you're faced with. Could you
imagine for me that you are in the operating theatre performing some procedure? And talk me through it step-by-step.
Now?
Yes, now. It, it might help you if you close your eyes. What do you see?
Nothing. My eyes are closed.
I mean, what would you see in an operating theatre?
I would see the operating theatre.
And?
I, um...
You're uncomfortable doing this.
You have a nasal whistle when you breathe. It's distracting. Probably caused by a perforated septum.
I think you're derailing our session to avoid dealing with the issue. You, you won't get better if you won't engage with
the problem. At the end of the day, that's all that counts. It doesn't make a difference to me. I can sit here all day.
I can't.
Would it help you if I told you that you weren't running from me but from yourself?
No, it wouldn't.
All right. We'll end the session there. I'll be in touch.
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Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
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All right, Mrs, uh, Selkirk. What's the problem?
I don't know why I'm here. I saw our Jim last night.
You, drempt about your late husband.
No, no I saw him. In the kitchen.
Right.
And he told me to come and see you. "You go see that tosser, Doc Martin." So, here we are.
We?
Me and Jim. He's sitting over there.
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Richard
Martin
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Claire! Claire! Sorry, sorry. Claire usually answers the door.
Yes, it can’t be easy.
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Martin
Juliet
Louisa
Martin
Juliet
Louis
Juliet
Louisa
Juliet
Richard
Martin
Theo
Martin
Juliet
Martin
Juliet
Martin
Juliet
Louisa
Martin
Richard
Juliet
Louisa
Juliet
Louisa
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Louisa.
We've asked Louisa to come by because we're going to need her statement regarding the incident.
Uh, you asked me to drop these off. You never mentioned anything about that.
I take it you're still intending to engage a solicitor.
We've made a formal complaint to the police about false imprisonment.
No! He was only in there for five minutes or so.
Five?
Four minutes then. Three. I don't really know. I wasn't there for most of it.
So, it could have been longer?
Is there any way we could speed this up? It's just that we have our guests arriving.
Do you have any abdominal pain?
What's that?
Does it hurt there? Um. I need a stool sample.
What is wrong with him?
It's impossible to say until the test results come back. I'll, um, preemptively treat him for Campylobacter.
I knew it. It's the bird feces.
Bird feces, yes. But not necessarily from a chicken house.
No. It was probably that other time he was exposed to bird feces. You're just protecting your aunt. And where were
you when all this was happening? Standing there cheering Mrs Norton on?
Toilet.
I have no intention of protecting anyone. My relation to Mrs Norton has no bearing for my concern for your child's
health. Antibiotics. Two in the morning. Two in the evening. Stool.
Stool, um...
Oh, give it to me. You'll only mess it up.
You know, Martin is a very, very good doctor.
You're carrying his child, aren't you?
I don't see what that's got to do with anything,
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Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
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God help me. I was three seconds away from really throttling them.
Yes, would have been better if you didn't speak at all. Engaging them on the topic only made it worse.
Maybe you should try defending your aunt then instead of leaving it to me.
I have to remain impartial.
Impartial is fine. Unemotional? Not so good.
It seems like you've got enough emotions buzzing around for the pair of us right now.
So, you're saying I'm being what, then?
Well, emotional. Obviously. It's a product of hormonal imbalance.
Of course. And much better to spend your time with people who don't show any feelings at all.
What do you mean?
Why don't you complain about it to your friend Edith then? I'm sure she's the type who wouldn't let annoying things like
emotions get in the way.
What's Edith got to do with it?
I'm just saying that I'm glad that I'm hormonal because it's better than being cold and prickly and intimidating. But if
that's what makes you happy, then that's fine then. Great. Good for you.
You're wearing odd shoes.
Hmmm? Oh. Shut up Martin!
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Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
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Our Jim told me to come back here.
Don't suppose he bothered to explain why.
No.
No, I thought not.
You don’t believe me, do you doctor?
Well, I believe that you believe you're seeing him. And I think that's connected you your grief, lack of sleep, interrupted
eating patterns.
No, I've already had my five a day of fruit and veg.
Nevertheless, I don't really think you're in a fit state to take care of yourself. Mrs. Selkirk?
I'm sorry Doctor, but our Jim thinks I really ought to see you.
What's today's date?
Thursday, the 15th.
Car, pencil, ambulance. Repeat those three items.
Car, pencil, ambulance.
Yeah, well, I'd still like the district nurse to keep an eye on you.
Oh no, there's no need. Joan's doing that.
No, Joan's not uh, qualified to.
Oh, never mind then. Come on Jim.
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Martin
Theo
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Feeling worse?
Yeah, you're here.
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Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
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I didn't meant to say that. It just came out.
No, you lied to me.
I had to. I'm sorry Martin.
You have put me in an intolerable situation.
I had to. They seemed hell-bent on suing me for something I haven't done.
You don't know that. What if the results come back and it IS your fault?
I don't know.
No, you don't. You just lie and drag me into it.
I can't lose the farm.
I am a doctor. I have to prioritize that boy's health.
Are you sure you've got your priorities right? We're family, Martin. That must mean something, even to you.
You jeopardize my integrity, place me in an impossible situation just to save face. That's not my definition of family.
Your definition of family isn't even in the dictionary, Martin.
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Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
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Good afternoon, Doctor.
I need some tinidazole. 400 milligrams.
Tout de suite. Of course you know this isn't to be used when breast feeding or pregnant and certainly not with alcohol.
The patient's a seven year old boy.
I have a case to discuss with you doctor. Mrs Selkirk. She came in for topical arthritis preparation on her knee and her
behaviour was...odd. She was...
I can't discuss a patient.
It upset me. I don't like to see folks arguing. Especially not with people who aren't there. It's wrong. She asked for eye
drops. But only for one eye. Don't you think that's interesting, Doctor?
No.
If I can be so bold, I think I have a diagnosis. Time...of...life.
Goodbye.
Come back soon. I'm always here for you.
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Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
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So, uh, someone sent you a CD in the post. A Dr Milligan.
Give it to me.
"Sorry you felt uncomfortable seeing me. I hope this helps." What's she like then?
Who?
Dr Milligan.
He's a he.
Oh. I've about a thousand questions I'd like to ask you at this point. Al used to, um, make me mix tapes when we
started going out. Of course, he's got awful taste in music. Sweaty men screaming down a microphone.
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Pauline
Martin
Pauline
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Ammo-ee-bee-asis. Theo Wenn.
Amoebiasis. That's endemic in regions where they have inadequate modern sanitation systems.
Oh, well, that's not us lot since Bert gave up plumbing. Bet the Wenn's will be pleased you've cracked it. Probably
invite you for lunch, the weirdos.
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Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
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The ambulance is on its way and I haven't moved her.
What happened?
Well, I don't know. I just found her lying in the sheep pen.
You didn't shut her in there, did you?
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Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Aunt Joan
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Mrs Selkirk
Martin
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I'm not having hallucinations.
Yes, you are.
Hang, hang on, uh, Jim. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just about to ask. Who's gonna look after Sheila?
Don't worry, I'll make sure the sheep are taken care of.
See, this is why he couldn't cross over the other side. He knew I was ill, and when you wouldn't help, he got Sheila to
butt me so that you'd have to come.
Absolute nonsense. (Sheila butts Martin)
Oh, Sheila.
Right, um. Auntie Joan. You stay with Mrs Selkirk till the ambulance gets here. I have to go and see the Wenn family.
You'll be pleased to know the results came in. You aren't responsible for their boy's illness.
Oh, really? They came through?
It doesn't make what you did right. Even if the nasty little boy did deserve it.
Thank you Marty.
Jim says you did him proud, Doc.
Yes. I'm sure he does. (gate opens on its own)
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Theo
Martin
Theo
Martin
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What do you want?
Well, you're obviously feeling better. Your body must have reacted well with the drugs.
Uh uh. I'm still ill, I don't feel better, and I can't go back to school for about a month. So there!
You're a nasty, ill-mannered little boy, aren't you? No doubt you'll grow into a nasty, ill-mannered adult.
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Martin
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I just saved your life. Imagine if that had happened and there'd been nobody here to help you. You'd have died.
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Richard
Martin
Juliet
Martin
Richard
Martin
Claire
Martin
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Dr Ellingham, welcome. Do you know everyone?
No.
Doctor, did you finally manager to discern our son's mystery illness?
Yes. I'd be careful with that unless you want to leave here with an amoebic infection.
Haa, haa. You wouldn't know it from his reputation, but the doctor here has a wonderful sense of humour.
No, I haven't. The boy's suffering from amobiasis. A disease which is common in areas of poor sanitation and bad
hygiene. And where the au pair doesn't wash her hands.
I do have a name, you know.
I suggest you pay a little more attention to your son's well being and a little less time organizing dinner parties to
impress the village idiots, and hiring solicitors. Enjoy your meal.
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Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Martin & Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
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They've got me bringing homework over.
Oh, right. At least they care enough about that.
No, I just think they like ordering people around.
Umm. Be nice if they applied that discipline...
...to their own boy.
Exactly. Well, sooner or later they'll have to own up. Have to take responsibility for their own child.
Yes.
Uh, w-would you like me to take the homework in?
No, I can manage. Got the right shoes on.
Yes.
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