All language subtitles for Doc.Martin.S09E07.HDTV.x264-MTB[eztv]

Oh, no. No, no.

Erm...

Sunglasses to the right,
postcards to the left.

Sunglasses right, postcards left.

You're a good boy, aren't you?

You'll catch it
if the doc sees him in here.

He doesn't seem to be himself.

Tell you that, did he?

Perhaps he's not getting
enough exercise.

Is that what's making you sad, hm?

Is that grumpy old doc
not taking you out for enough walks?

Yes?

I've just come off the phone
from Dr Ryder.

Oh.
Does she have our test results yet?

She says your sperm count
isn't an issue,

and I have a good ovarian reserve.

Now, there's a sentence I never
thought I'd find myself saying.

Did she say anything else?

Well, the test results show
that I haven't ovulated again

- and she wants me to take something
called clomiphene. - Yes.

That's less invasive than IVF.
I would have prescribed that.

Well, that's good,
because she's going on holiday

- and she's asked if you could write
the prescription. - Of course.

It's backing up out here, Doc.

Er, look, get out!
Out!

No, don't shout at him, Martin. He's
been a bit off colour all morning.

He hasn't touched his breakfast.

Poor Buddy.
No wonder he feels neglected.

Yes. Take a seat, please.
First patient...

...come through.

Erm...

I've, erm...

I've found a lump
in my right breast.

Is it tender?

Erm, a bit.

It's, erm... more of an ache.

My lymph nodes are swollen as well.

When did you first notice this?

Erm, a couple of days ago.

- I've been worried sick ever since.
- Right. I need to examine you.

Take off your blouse and your bra
and lie on the table.

You can cover yourself with that.

Is there any history
of breast cancer in your family?

Erm, my aunt on my mother's side.

Erm...

My father, Dr Sim,
he died of lung cancer.

As you know.

When was your last mammogram?

Er, two years ago.

I'm due another one next year.

Right...

Oh...

You really should pay Buddy
more attention, you know?

Dogs can suffer from anxiety
and depression, just like humans.

Breast cancer lumps tend to be firm.

And when they're tender like this, it's
more often some sort of inflammatory cyst.

That doesn't explain my lymph nodes.

Hm.

Lift up your arms.

- Oh...
- Yeah, they're inflamed.

I'll do an ultrasound.

- Well, that's the last of it.
- Huh!

I always thought
it would be emotional...

...watching my son leave home
for good.

Obviously, I thought it might have
happened a decade or so sooner.

- That's very funny, Dad.
- I just hope...

...in the nicest possible way,
you don't ever want to come back.

Me, too.

Come on!

- OK.
- Yeah. Mm.

You'll still see him every day.
He works here.

It looks like
it's just the two of us.

I've just left something
behind the bar.

I'm right behind you.

Yeah, see the area of inflammation?

- It's not a tumour?
- Er, no.

It's a traumatic fat necrosis.

- Should I know what that is?
- You're a vet.

Yes, I'm a vet, I'm not a doctor.

It's a benign lump,
often mistaken for breast cancer.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

Oh, thank God!

They're caused when an area
of fatty breast tissue

becomes damaged by an impact.

Well, I'm often knocked about a bit.
It's, erm...

- It's a hazard of the job.
- Mostly, the lumps go away on their own.

But yours has developed an oily cyst
within the damaged tissue

- and that'll have to be aspirated.
- Sounds uncomfortable.

Yes, it is.
I'll give you a local anaesthetic.

And afterwards?

Nothing.
No medication is necessary.

It's unlikely that the lump
will re-occur.

Unless you get hit in the breast
by another animal.

It...
It doesn't explain my lymph nodes.

It's probably just an inflammatory
reaction to the cyst.

Come back in a week. If they're
still inflamed, I'll run tests.

Hold still.

Oh!

Oooh...

Mm-hm.

That Bethany girl
is here to see you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Bethany, we don't have
an appointment, do we?

No.
But... I wanted to see you.

Well, unfortunately,
it doesn't work that way.

You need to schedule an appointment
with Professor Bradman.

But last time you told me,
if I ever felt anxious,

I should talk to someone about it.

Yes, well, last time it was
an official counselling session.

I'm not qualified
to talk to you alone.

But I don't have anyone else.

What about your grandmother?

She's still mad at me
for burning down her shed.

Yes, well, that's understandable.
What about your parents?

Mum's moved out,
so I've only got Dad.

And he's working away.

Don't you have any friends
that you can talk to?

None of them are speaking to me
at the moment.

Please...

I only want five minutes.

You just really helped me last time.

Well, I suppose we could have
a quick chat.

Five minutes over a cup of tea.
But just this once, OK?

Yeah?
Come this way.

Oh, Dr Ellingham,
I am glad I caught you.

This is Sarah, my cousin's daughter.

- Pleased to meet you, Dr Ellingham.
- Yes?

- Sally's told me all about you.
- Oh, I bet she has.

- I'm looking forward to working
alongside you. - What do you mean?

Oh, Sarah's doing a pharmacy degree.

She's shadowing me for a few weeks
as part of her summer placement.

- I just wanted to let you know.
- Yes.

- How many other GPs work here?
- None.

That's unusual.
You must be very overstretched.

Oh, no, Dr Ellingham
is more than enough.

- Albert Ross?
- About time!

Come through.

Oh, yes, like I said,
he's a very busy man.

So, you said something about
your friends not speaking to you.

Thank you.

It was all Kelly Patterson's fault.

She blocked me
and then everyone else followed.

And why do you think that is?

I didn't say anything bad,
if that's what you think.

Have you ever thought about
rising above it

and being the bigger person?

What do you mean?

Well, maybe, if you had a chat to Kelly,
she might tell you what's wrong.

Well, I can't speak to her, can I?
She's blocked me.

Well, you can speak to her
in person.

Face to face.
Not on the phone.

Oh.

Yeah.

That might actually work.

I didn't realise the shop
had been in the family so long.

Oh, yes.

Your Great-Aunt Virginia
started it.

It must be, oh...
over 100 years ago now.

And then, when she retired,
my grandmother Ida inherited it

and then she passed it on
to my mother Dorothy

and then she handed it on to me.

So, what happens when you retire?

Well, I was waiting to see
how your work experience went.

But since you asked,
one day, when I retire...

...I'd like you to take it over.

- Me?
- Well, it's a family business.

- It ought to stay in the family.
- Well, I don't know what to say.

Thank you!

Aw...

- Of course, the place will need
some modernising. - Huh?

- A computer system, for starters.
- Oh, no.

No, I don't go in for
all that computer nonsense.

Imagine how much simpler it'd be

if Dr Ellingham e-mailed you
the prescriptions,

- rather than writing them out
by hand. - Oh, no.

I prefer a much more kind of
face-to-face service.

According to my tutor,
computerised prescriptions

cut down on medication errors
by as much as 60%.

Oh...

And besides,
it'll make it much easier

to keep an eye on
Dr Ellingham's prescription regime.

Why would I do that?

Because pharmacists
are the first line of defence

against overstretched
prescription-happy GPs.

Oh, no.
No, no, no.

Not Dr Ellingham.

Dr Ellingham's a marvellous doctor.

The overprescription
of antibiotics by GPs

is contributing to a dangerous rise
of antibiotic-resistant bacteria.

As pharmacists,
we have to be vigilant.

Oh, I don't know what they're
teaching you at this university.

It's not our place to question
Dr Ellingham's authority.

If he says a patient needs
medication, we dispense it.

- End of discussion.
- But that's the old way.

As I said...

...end of discussion.

You can help yourself to vegetables.

If you want them.

You're so easy to talk to, Louisa.

I wish my mum was like you.

- Do you have much contact with her?
- Not much.

She sent me a card last month
for my birthday.

No money in it, though.

Well, it's the thought that matters,
though.

It was five days late.

- Better late than never.
- Is it, though?

I feel like
she even regrets having me.

No, I'm sure that's not true.

Why don't I see about getting you
some extra counselling sessions?

That'd be great, yeah.

I'm happy to just do it like this,
though.

Sitting here talking to you.

No, no, no,
it's better that we do it properly.

- Sorry, am I interrupting something?
- No, no.

It's OK, I'm just leaving.
Thank you, Louisa.

- See you at our next session.
- See you soon. - Bye.

- Isn't that the girl you saw with
Professor Bradman? - Bethany, yes.

- I thought your sessions were
supposed to be supervised. - Yeah.

- But she turned up unexpectedly.
- Mm.

- So you told her how appointments
work, did you? - Well, she was upset.

I could hardly turn her away,
Martin.

Not something you want to encourage,
though, is it?

- It's resolved now.
It won't happen again. - Yes.

Well, we're very busy, so...

- Ruth?
- Martin, have you got a moment?

Oh, well, I've got patients.
But I can squeeze you in, yes.

I've been doing some research on
behaviour therapy for my new book

and I came across this paper on
in vivo exposure therapy.

- Flooding?
- Oh, you know about it?

Er, not much. It's a sort of
exposure therapy, isn't it?

Used in the treatment
of anxiety disorders.

- Oh, for God's sake, you didn't
just come across this, did you? - No.

Right.
All right, I didn't.

But it's a well-known way
of treating phobias,

such as blood phobias.

Well done. Very subtle.

There's no time to be subtle,
Martin.

You have your final assessment
with the GMC coming up.

Assisted surgery.
There will be blood.

Thick, red, flowing blood.

And I will deal with it.

I also have a waiting room
full of patients, if you don't mind.

Read the paper, Martin.

Call me if you change your mind.

Rise and shine,
my little sleepyhead!

What?
What's going on?

You can't lie in bed all morning.
Lots to be getting on with.

Well, what time is it?

Time we got profits up.

I've made you a job list.

You can start
by doing a full stock take.

How did you get in?

You're forgetting, I own the place.

Oh...

- Have you seen James' shoes?
- Yes, I've polished them.

- They're on the chair.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh, dear...

Buddy's really not himself today.

- Normally, he'd be dashing about
all over the place. - Poor Buddy.

- Can you take a look at him?
- I'm not a vet, Louisa.

No, but you can probably tell
if something's wrong with him.

Sweetie, pop your shoes on.

Well, he seems fine to me. It's
hard to tell, he's covered in fur.

As I said, I'm not a vet.

I'll keep an eye on him, anyway.

Come on, James.

Are you still OK to collect James
from nursery tomorrow?

Cos I've got college all day
and I might not be back in time.

Er, no, I can't do tomorrow.
I've got an extended surgery.

- I'll ask Ruth if she can do it.
- Thank you, Martin.

See you later.

There's your lunch.

There we are.

Are you sure you've sent out
the wedding invitations?

- Do we have to do this now?
- Joe, it's my duty as best man.

So, invites, RSVPs?

Sent and received. Morwenna's
parents are flying in from Kenya.

- Your suit?
- Got it.

- Wedding dress?
- Yeah.

Morwenna's got a vintage one
from the '60s, apparently.

- Speeches?
- I told you, Joe, no speeches.

No speeches, yes.
But...

...what sort of a wedding
is it going to be?

A bonfire on the beach,
no stag do,

no sit-down meal,
vintage dresses...

I wasn't going to say anything,
but... I'm really worried.

Well, your concern
is both noted and ignored.

Although, I need to know if you are
bringing anyone as your plus one.

Yes, in an ideal world.
But...

...I haven't got anyone to bring,
so...

Why don't you invite Tessa,
the one from the fish shop?

Because she's always
talking about fish.

Mackerel this, mackerel that.

- What about her sister?
- The opposite problem.

- She never talks about fish?
- She never says anything.

What if I can't find anyone
to bring?

Maybe you'll get lucky on the day.

You know,
a single best man at a wedding,

you're bound to pick someone up.

Around a bonfire?

Good.

Oh, yes, very...

Oh, now, that'll be the suppliers.

Can I get a prescription, please,
Mrs Tishell?

- Oh, hello, you're new.
- I'm Sally's cousin from Bristol.

- I'm helping out for a few weeks.
- Oh, I see.

Er, Sally's on a call.

- Do you want to come back
or would you like it now? - Oh, now.

- I'm in a bit of a hurry,
if that's OK. - No problem.

Louisa...

Bethany?
What are you doing here?

I've been looking for you
everywhere.

- I wanted to talk to you.
- This isn't the right time.

See, I did what you said,
but it didn't work.

But we really can't discuss this
here.

But you said I could talk to you
any time.

Well, I didn't quite say that,
did I?

Maybe we should step outside.

Bethany, what's going on?

So, I apologised to Kelly,
like you said,

and told her it was all
a big misunderstanding

and that we were all mates again.

But this morning, I saw that she'd
posted something horrible about me.

Bethany, I'm really sorry to hear that.
But this isn't the right place to talk.

But we could just go to your house,
like before.

No, that wouldn't be appropriate.
Why don't I see

if I can bring our next session
forward to early next week?

- But that's ages away! - I'm sorry,
that's the best I can do.

And we shouldn't even be talking
like this.

So, you should go home and Professor
Bradman will be in touch, all right?

- Your prescription's ready.
- Oh, thank you.

See you next week.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

- See you next time.
- Bye.

I fell down on a rusty nail
in the garden.

Oh, I've got it here with me,
if you want to see it.

- No, no, put it away.
- Hm, all right.

When did you last have
a tetanus injection?

- I can't rightly remember.
- I'll give you one in a minute.

You know, it's a good idea
to keep a record of these things.

Well, thank you for your advice,
Doc.

And in exchange, I'd like
to offer you some of my own.

What do you mean?

Well, a little bird told me
that you and Louisa

have been having a bit of trouble
in the old babymaking department.

- Who told you that?
- Well, it is all over the village.

- Now, I'm no doctor...
- No, I didn't think you were.

...but I've had five children
of my own.

And every time I wanted
to fall pregnant,

I used to have a good old slug
of cough medicine

before me and my husband...

You know.
It worked every time.

Using cough medicine to try
and conceive is an old wives' tale.

- It has no basis in medicine.
- Oh, it worked for us.

No, it didn't.

All right.

I've got you.

Keep coming.
There's plenty of room.

A bit more.

I'm quite capable
of parking on my own, thanks, Joe!

Keep coming.

Janice...?

- Oh... - I thought you said
you knew how to park.

Well, you were the one waving me on.

Is there any damage?

Can you see any damage?

No.

Well, then, there's no damage.

- And £2.20 change.
- Well done, Sarah.

- My usual antihistamine,
please, Sally. - Right-ho.

God, my hay fever's playing havoc
with my eyes.

- Is your hay fever worse than normal?
- Urgh, it must be the pollen.

You may have been on
the same medication for too long.

Would you like
a private consultation

- to discuss an alternative
treatment plan? - No. No, no.

No, that's not how we do things
around here. No, definitely not.

Dr Ellingham's the only person
able to offer treatment plans.

Here you go, Angela.

You'll have to forgive her,
she's...

...still in training.

Oh, that's all right.

I like the idea
of an alternative treatment plan.

- It's worth discussing.
- Not an option.

- Well, I'm here for the next
two weeks. - On probation.

- Here's your change.
- I'll be back.

You'll have to check
with Dr Ellingham

before you change your medication,
Angela!

- Morwenna...
- All right, Joe?

- Going somewhere?
- Yeah.

Meeting someone for a drink?

No.
I promised Al I'd give him a hand.

So, you're not meeting anyone
in particular, like an old friend?

- Why are you being weird?
- Look, if it's Janice, it's fine.

- You don't have to worry about me.
- Janice?

No. I've not heard from her for ages.
I mean, I messaged her about the wedding,

but she never got back to me.
Why?

I could have sworn
I saw her earlier.

You're imagining things, Joe.

Yeah.

I must be.

Have you ever had a patient
that's tricky to deal with?

Yes, most of them.

Yeah, I probably worded that wrong.

I meant more in the way
that they responded to you.

I'm not overly concerned
how they respond to me.

What do you mean, precisely?

Well, it's just I think Bethany's
started wearing her hair like mine.

- She's even had her fringe cut
to match. - Oh, good God!

Professor, erm... what's-his-name
should have known a girl like that

is not suitable for a beginner.

Well, in Sam's defence,

I was the one who agreed
to see her on her own, so...

Did you hear that?
He did it again.

- Did you hear him?
- No.

Let's go and see him.

It's all right, sweetie.
It's all right.

There.

Oh, Buddy...

Anyway, I...

I've made it clear that I'd
only see her on her own in future.

Well, you should have been firm
with her in the first place.

- Yes.
I'm aware of that, thank you. - Hm.

One reason why I refuse to engage
in idle chitchat with patients.

Well, you don't engage in
idle chitchat with anyone, Martin.

Thank you.

Go on, on you go.

- Are you changing those barrels?
- No, you and Morwenna go home.

- I'll do it.
- Don't take too long.

There's lots of glasses
to clear up here.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Bye-bye.

- Goodnight, Morwenna.
- Goodnight!

20, 22, 24...

- Are you still down here?
- I'm working as fast as I can!

- Rome wasn't built in a day, girl.
- You're just changing a barrel, Bert.

- There's loads to do upstairs.
- Keep your hair on.

Oh, Bert!

Look...

Ah...

I've been meaning to fix that.

- Don't worry, I'll ring Al,
ask him to come back. - Go on, then.

Just one thing...

My phone is behind the bar.

Oh...

So is mine.

Don't worry,
I'll look for some tools.

Oh, he's driving me mad,
all his checklists.

It's like his big day or something.

- Did you leave the door open?
- No.

The light's on.

There's someone there.

- What are you doing?
- Phoning Joe.

- Don't be ridiculous. Just go in.
- You go in.

Oh...

- Argh!
- Surprise!

- Janice!
- I got your message.

- I thought you might need a maid of honour.
- Oh, when did you get here?

This morning.
I've been waiting around all day.

- How did you get in?
- I've still got my spare key.

- Oh!
- Where have you been?

Where haven't I been? I travelled
all over after me and Joe broke up.

- Does he know you're back?
- No.

I thought I'd burn that bridge
when I came to it. It'll be fine.

So, what have you been up to?

I got this amazing job
in a bar in Espania.

Espania...

That's what the locals call Spain.

And I stayed on
because I loved it so much.

- I started doing people's nails.
- And now you're back.

I couldn't miss my bestie
getting hitched!

- The wedding's not for a couple
of weeks. - I could give you a hand.

Well, you should have let us know
you were coming.

And spoil the surprise?

- Where are you staying?
- That's the other surprise.

I wonder if I could
maybe stay with you?

I won't be a bother, I promise.

Er, of course.

Al, go and make up the spare room.

So, I've got my dress...

I've got some good news
and I've got some bad news.

What's the good news?

Actually, I don't know why
I said that. It's all bad.

There's no way we're going
to get out through that door.

I can't stay locked in here, Bert!
Not all night!

Well, I'm not exactly thrilled
by that idea myself.

You don't understand.
I don't like confined spaces.

I know. I know.
Steady now.

Look,
there's nothing to worry about.

I was a terrible sleepwalker
when I was young.

My mother used to lock me
in my room to stop me getting out!

All right, now, now.
Just take the weight off.

There it is.
Take the weight off.

Now, a few deep breaths.
Let's do them together.

Now...

That's good.
I'm going to take a look at the door.

I'm sure we can find a way out.

- Oh, sorry.
- No, it's fine.

- There's plenty of room.
Come in. - OK.

What's that?

- It's what Dr Ryder prescribed.
- Clonidine?

That's a blood pressure medication.
You haven't taken any, have you?

- No, but I was going to.
- Well, don't.

- She must have had her prescription
wrong. - Who, Mrs Tishell?

No, the new girl.
Mrs Tishell wasn't there.

The new girl?
She's still at university.

She shouldn't be dispensing
anything.

Well, it's probably an easy mistake
to make.

Mistakes like that get people killed.
I'll talk to Mrs Tishell in the morning.

- It's a good job I didn't take any.
- Yes, it is.

One, two, three...

- Help...!
- Help...!

Oh, it's no good,
we're going to be stuck in here

until Al comes tomorrow morning.

I won't last the night down here.

I got stuck in a lift in Blackpool.

They had to drag me out
screaming and crying.

And that was only ten minutes.

Here, take a swig of this, right?

It'll settle your nerves.
Now, go on.

- Trust me on it.
- Oh...

Oh!

What are you doing?

I just heard him whimpering.
I'm really worried about him.

Well, take him to the vet's
in the morning.

No, I think he should sleep
in our room with us tonight.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, that's unhygienic.

Well, in that case, I'll stay up
with him a while longer, then.

All right.

Wash your hands
before you come to bed, though.

Yes, Martin...

Here,
are you feeling any better now?

A little better.

I know this must be
your worst nightmare,

- being stuck in here with me.
- No, of course not.

I never imagined I'd end up locked
in the cellar with you, either.

You should have spoke to Ruth.

Something like this
was bound to happen.

You, Caitlin Morgan, have
gone into business with a Jonah.

Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself.

It's true, I'm a walking disaster.

Everybody thinks it.

When people in the village see me,
they see a joke.

You know what I see?

Yeah...

...a man who keeps putting off
fixing the basement door.

Well, yes.

But I also see a man
who's raised his son single-handed.

Made sacrifices.

Worked hard his whole life.

Mostly.

There aren't many like you, Bert.

And that, Bert Large...

...is what I see.

That's the nicest thing
anybody's said to me

in a very long time.

Louisa?

- Louisa?
- Hm...

- Have you spent the whole night
here with the dog? - Well...

No, not intentionally.

He just seemed so listless,
I didn't want to leave him.

Do you think he's got worse?

His stomach feels all hot now.

Yeah. Right, I'll get dressed
and take him to Angela Sims.

Good boy.
Angela will make you better.

There.

Is he all right?

- Right, I'll call you.
- Yeah.

Morning!

Dad?

Ah...

Miss Sim?

Hello?

Oh...

Dad!

Dad! Caitlin!

Al, is that you?

Have you been in here all night?

It's not what it looks like.

- Well...
- Nothing happened.

Nothing happened
that I can remember, anyway.

You're both grown-ups. You don't
have to explain yourselves to me.

You don't understand,
we got locked in by mistake.

- Bert, tell him.
- Caitlin's right.

- The door handle, it fell off again.
- Oh...

- You said you'd fix that.
- No, this isn't funny, boy.

It is a bit, Dad.

Al's right.

It is a bit.

I'll put the kettle on.

What's going on?!

Hurry up!

Open the door!

Come on!

Doc?

- Is that you?
- Yes!

I've been calling the surgery,
but no answer.

It's too early. It's not open yet.
What's wrong with your eyes?

I can hardly see. I've rinsed them
twice, but they're no better.

Hold this.
I'll get my bag out of the car.

Buddy...?

My eyes were blurry yesterday,
but now I can't focus on anything.

- Oops!
- Careful.

What is wrong with me?

Come here.

Look straight ahead.

- Why's he whimpering?
- Just look straight ahead.

Yes, you have acute retinopathy.

The retinal vessels are swelling
and that's weakening your eyesight.

- What are those marks on your hand?
- Oh, they're scratches from a stray

that I'm rehoming for Mrs Kemp.

Lift up your chin.

- What are his symptoms?
- Erm...

Well, he's listless,
his breathing is laboured

and his abdomen is tender and hot
to the touch.

Your lymph nodes are still inflamed.

I don't think it's anything
to do with the cyst.

I'm going to take some blood
and test you for cat scratch fever.

- Oh... - I take it you're aware
- what catch scratch fever is.

Yes, yes.

You get it from cats
infected with Bartonella bacteria.

Good. Then you will also be aware
that, if left untreated,

it can lead to temporary blindness
and neurological complications.

It could be peritonitis.

In your eye?

What? No, no.
Buddy.

- Help me check his abdomen.
- Well, I haven't finished with you.

Cat scratch fever is fully treatable
with antibiotics, yes?

- Yes.
- Yes.

So, Buddy takes priority.

You'll need to take
a rectal temperature.

No, I'm not a vet!

I can't see!

Well, I'm not using my thermometer.

Oh, there'll be one
on the trolley there somewhere.

Oh...

How long has he been like this?

- A few days.
- A few days?

Why didn't you get him to me sooner?

I presumed that whatever it was
would pass, it's a dog.

Oh, Buddy...

Heaven preserve us from humans
and their presumptions.

What's his temperature?

It's 106.

Oh, that is not good.

What are you feeling for?

Some sort of wound caused by a stick
or something.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Buddy.

Sorry.

Yeah, there it is.
What can you see?

Yes. There's a small puncture mark
just below the ribcage.

That'll be the cause
of the infection.

What are you doing?

You'll, er...

You'll need to shave his abdomen
before you operate.

- I'll talk you through it.
- Don't be ridiculous!

- We'll just take him to another vet.
- The nearest vet is 40 minutes away.

- Buddy hasn't got that long.
- I can't operate on a dog.

Then Buddy will die

and you will have to tell Louise
and your son

that you just stood there
and let it happen.

It's Louisa.

I've made the midline incision.
I'm just trying to find the muscle.

All right.

You'll need the, erm...

...the rat-tooth forceps.

I'll just...

What's wrong with
the tissue forceps?

No, these will be better
for tenting the muscle.

Less likely to drop it.

So, we need to make
a shallow stab incision.

We want to avoid the spleen.

Right, now we need...

- Right...
- Ow!

Sorry.

Right...

So, extend the incision cranially.

And caudally.

Mm-hm...

Can you see the spleen?

Yes.

Right, move the spleen
gently to one side.

Right, you're going to need swabs.

Swabs...

Fluids.

Right.

Yeah.

I can see the object
that's caused the injury.

It looks like a bit of stick
or something.

- The stupid dog.
- Right.

Just check
there's nothing loose in there

before you examine the intestines,

then you can flush it
and suture the wound.

Janice?

Oh, sorry...

Mistaken identity.

Never mind.

Joe!

- It's me.
- Yes.

It's definitely you.

I thought I saw you the other day.
I...

I should have come and said hello
straight away.

- You're back, then?
- Morwenna's maid of honour.

Oh.
I wasn't informed.

- I'm Al's best man.
- Yeah, I know.

A little bit awkward.

You look...

...tanned.

Spain.

How was our honeymoon?

- The hotel looked better in the
photos. - Annoying when that happens.

They did have his and hers
bathrobes, though.

So, is this just a visit or...?

Maybe more.
I'm thinking of opening a nail bar.

Sounds like we'll be seeing
more of each other, then.

- Yeah, as friends.
- Of course.

- I'm totally over you.
- Good. I'm totally over you, too.

- I was over you first.
- It's not a competition.

No, but if it was,
I would have won.

I'll give you that, then.

See you around, Joe.

Not if I see you first.

Or second.

Or...

Oh, shut up.

I'm going to give him antibiotics
and painkillers.

You need to go to a hospital and see
an eye specialist as soon as possible.

And he's got to keep that collar on
until the wound heals.

Yes.

I'll give you a precautionary
injection of antibiotics.

Ah!

How are you going to get
to the hospital?

Oh, I've got a girl who works
for me. She'll be here soon.

- Right. Well, I'll wait with you.
- No, we've got surgery.

All right, well,
I'll be in touch with the hospital.

- And please make sure you go.
- Of course I will!

Do you think I want to go blind?

Oh, Dr Ellingham!
How can I help?

Well, you can start by supervising
your staff properly.

The... girl issued my wife
with a course of clonidine

when the prescription clearly stated
clomiphene.

I don't remember Louisa
coming in for a prescription.

You were on the phone.
I thought it'd be OK.

Well, it clearly isn't.

Oh...

Oh, I'm so sorry Dr Ellingham.

This is unforgivable.

I'm sorry.
It was one mistake.

Is Louisa all right?

She's fine, thank you.
But it could have been worse.

This just proves my point.
If this place was computerised,

I wouldn't have misread
your handwriting.

My handwriting is perfectly legible,
thank you.

And that is not the point. How many
other prescriptions have you issued?

That was the only one.

I, I, I... I cannot apologise
enough, Dr Ellingham.

I really cannot.

I promise you,
this will never happen again.

Make sure it doesn't.
She could have killed someone.

Look, let me sort Louisa's
prescription out for you.

No, I haven't got time now.
I'll get it later.

Oh, no, I'll...

Oh, no, no.

I'll bring it up to the surgery,
Dr Ellingham.

It's the least I can do.

Oh...

Oh!

Stupid...

Stupid... girl!

Well done.

Sarah...

- What are you doing?
- I'm leaving.

Well, that's a very emotional
reaction to a work situation.

I could have done
some real damage there.

And my dad, I can hear him now.

"You're just not cut out for this,
Sarah."

Come on, now, we all make mistakes.

- So it's happened to you before?
- No, of course not.

You've got a very bright future
ahead of you as a pharmacist.

You just need to learn
a little humility

and that some people know better
than you.

Like Dr Ellingham.

Exactly.

So, do you still think I can
take over the pharmacy one day?

Oh, no, you'll never work
in this village again.

I'll call you a taxi.

Oh, Louisa, what...?

- What are you doing in my kitchen?!
- My foot...

- What?
- My foot!

Oh, God... Don't touch it.
You might have severed an artery.

Oh, bloody hell...!

Doc?

I've just brought round your
prescription, Louisa. I would...

You're not Louisa!

- It's not what it looks like.
- Dr Ellingham!

- Give me that knife!
- What?

Give it to me!

Don't worry, Dr Ellingham,
I will protect you!

What is going on?!

Martin...!

I apprehended the suspect, Louisa.

I found her attacking the doctor
with a knife.

I was just cooking dinner
to say thank you for being so nice.

OK, Mrs Tishell,
just give me the knife.

What?

Give me the knife.

- Oh, yes.
- Thank you.

There.

Then I dropped the knife on my foot
and he fainted.

OK, yes, there is a lot of blood.

Bethany, come and sit down.

Go on, sit down.

Martin...

Elevate the wound
and apply a clean compress.

I just came round to deliver
your prescription, Louisa.

Here it is on the table
and I hope it works for you.

Bye.

You're very lucky
you didn't lose more blood.

When you think about it,
I wouldn't have dropped that knife

if you hadn't startled me.

When you think about it,
you were in my kitchen uninvited

dressed up as my wife.

Well, when you put it like that...

You understand that what you did
was totally inappropriate, Bethany,

and that I will have to report
this incident to Professor Bradman?

You know, if the last few days
has taught us anything,

it's you need a lot more support
than either of us anticipated.

I was just trying to say thank you.

- Anyone at home?
- Yes, in here, Ruth.

- James Henry is in his room
playing with his bricks. - Aw...

Thank you.
Thanks, Ruth.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, it's fine.

- Is this your sister?
- Oh, I don't have a sister.

She's an only child.

It's complicated.

- Well, I'll speak to you later,
Martin. - Yes.

Actually, Ruth, can I have a word?

I'm going to call your grandmother
and tell her to pick you up.

You fainted.

Ask your own GP to take these
stitches out in seven to ten days.

It's classic mirroring.

Do you blame yourself
for the girl's behaviour?

Yeah, a little.

That's why practice training
is supervised.

Then any mistakes can be made
in the right environment.

Yeah, that's true. But...

- ...I'm afraid there's something else.
- Martin?

Yeah.

He fainted when Bethany
dropped the knife on her foot.

That's twice now.

And with the final GMC assessment
coming up, too.

What do you suggest?
An intervention?

You think it could help?

It might.

Leave it with me.

- I have an idea.
- Thanks, Ruth.

Oh, don't tell him I said anything.

- They're sending Bernard Newton.
- Are they?

Martin!

Martin, Martin...

- We don't need to worry any more.
- I wasn't worried.

Sorry you don't feel like you'll be
centre of attention at our wedding.

Well, it's not all about you.

I'm not sure
there's gonna be a wedding.

- You have taken steps, haven't you?
- He's put a lot of effort

into bringing it under control.

- Are you OK?
- Martin?