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Audio recording: Prepare to begin the operation.

Remember to keep breathing in and out.

As you cut in with the scalpel, blood Wells up.

Do not look away from this.

It is only blood.

It's never harmed you.

It can't harm you.

You are in control.

Breathe in and out, always in control.

In and out.

-Bye.

Pauline: The doctor will see you now.

-What?

-She's from truro.

This is Dr. Ellingham.

Don't forget we're due at the school in 15 minutes.

-Molly O'Brien, truro obstetrics.

Is this a good time?

-What for?

-Patients with newborns and birthing within

the next six weeks.

I am the new area midwife.

-You use a snare?

-Sometimes.

-Oh, yeah.

Slip wire.

-Oh, you know an awful lot about an awful lot, Bert

large.

-Oh, I've been around.

-I bet you have.

-What do you think, boy?

Touch of class on the menu?

-Stealing's all right, I suppose as long as you don't

get caught.

-Poaching's not stealing.

-Doesn't matter.

-What's your problem?

-She's only been here a week.

-Yes.

-Why does she come over all flirty?

-Flirty?

-Yeah.

Always sucking up to you and acting like a girl.

Perhaps she likes me.

-Dad, she's married, with kids.

-Ow!

-You Ok?

-Oh, it's all right.

Knife slipped.

-Here.

Al, call the doctor.

Tell them we're coming in.

-Mary Dawkins?

-Unremarkable.

-Louisa Glasson?

-Not my patient.

-Avril sumpter?

Four or five children, expecting another.

-Anything in her history that would help me to help her.

-She'll be fine.

I wouldn't worry.

-Is that a fact?

-She's having a baby.

She's had them before.

If you want to pop around and rub her back, be my guest but

I have to get on.

She's fine.

She's fine.

She's moved.

She's fine.

Do give me a call if anything unexpected happens.

Bert: Doc!

Doc!

Chef's cut her finger.

Here, show the doctor.

-It's just a sticky across, doc.

I'll do it.

-All this fuss, Dr. Ellingham.

-Come through.

That way.

-I'm sorry to put you to this trouble, Dr. Ellingham.

Everybody thought it was best.

I was going to come and see you about another matter, as

it happens.

It's probably just a cold.

Wouldn't bother you, only my sister's got glandular fever,

and I was wondering if she, she could have given it to me.

My throat is a bit sore.

-Any other symptoms?

Fatigue?

Light-headedness?

-Well, yes actually, now you come to mention it.

I do sometimes get a bit dreamy.

Can you feel something.

-Slight tumescence.

You cook, don't you?

-I do, yes.

-Wear gloves in the kitchen.

Don't sneeze in the food.

And see Pauline for a blood test.

-Why are you nodding?

-You've got such a commanding manner.

I always feel safe in your hands, somehow.

-There's no point in change for change's sake.

You stick to the doctoring, which you're good at.

And let me do the blood stuff.

Or I won't be able to do a really bad one, like if

someone cut their arm off, or something.

You just have to vomit and get on with it.

But day to day, why put yourself through it?

-Ellingham.

-Geoffrey Rushton wants to leave sooner than they

thought, so they need the new head of vascular to

start in six weeks.

-How do you know?

-Robert called.

-Why did he call you?

-Well, he wanted my opinion on your blood thing.

-Oh.

And what is your opinion?

-It's strictly for him.

He's not the only one on the board.

Can you do lunch Thursday, three of us?

-I'd need a bit more notice to get up to London.

-No, he's down here at the moment on

select committee business.

I suggested the metropolitan truro.

-Right.

-Is that right as in you'll be able to tell him you're no

longer phobic?

Ellingham, it's not a complicated question.

Will you be able to perform a surgery in six weeks?

-Yes.

-Then see you Thursday.

-Everything all right?

-Yep.

-Which is louder, there or there?

-Second one.

-Correct.

-Everything all right?

-Uh, yes.

That one's a bit deaf.

-Dorsey?

-The ginger one.

-Oh dear.

-A grommet will sort her out.

Otherwise, most of them fine.

One or two borderline obese.

That one and that one.

-Honey.

Aw, a bit tubby, maybe.

But hardly obese.

-She wants to watch it.

How's your health, if I'm allowed to ask?

-It's fine.

Just a bit tired.

Not that I'm complaining.

-Are you sleeping all right?

-Not brilliant.

I, I don't know where to put this.

-Bowel and water works?

-Perhaps you should finish with this patient first.

-What?

Oh.

We're done.

We're done.

-Actually, it, uh, stings a bit when I pee.

Is that a worry?

-Do you go a lot.

-I want to and then not much comes.

Is that all right?

-What did they say in truro?

-I haven't had time.

-It's a long way.

Is it smelly?

-Hm?

-When you pee, does it smell differently from usual.

-Yes.

-It's a urinary tract infection.

Would you like me to give you a prescription?

-Is that all right for the baby?

-I wouldn't suggest it if it wasn't, would I?

-No, Martin.

I don't suppose you would.

-I really don't know why you took

this job in your condition.

-Very similar to a rabbit.

Now what you're looking forward is to peel it off,

just like an overcoat.

No need to pluck it, not if you're serving

it without the skin.

-So you're not a pheasant plucker, then.

-No, but I, I know how to undress a bird.

-Oh.

-What?

-Look.

It's a bit of bottle or jam jar glass, or something.

Oh, here's another bit.

-Car headlight.

Roadkill.

-It just flew up in front of the truck.

-Not poached, then.

-Sorry, Bert.

I should have told you, but my family have always eaten any

game we hit.

But some people are funny about that.

-No.

I, it's not too bashed up.

-Make sure you get all the glass out.

-Yeah.

Lucky we found it, eh?

-Ms. Glasson.

-Louisa Glasson?

-Yes.

-Molly O'Brien.

Have you done for the day?

I was just on my way.

Oh, well, school's over, yes.

But I've got a fair bit of work yet.

On your way where?

-Oh dear.

You wrote back about four weeks ago.

I'm your midwife through to delivery.

-Oh, yes, god, sorry.

I've become so forgetful.

-Not at all.

You have a lot to think about.

Prescription?

-I've got a bit of an infection.

It hurts when I pee.

-Not antibiotics?

-Yes, actually, why?

-From the clinic?

-From my doctor.

Well, he's not my doctor.

It's complicated.

-Oh!

-Dr. Ellingham?

-Yes.

I was pressed for time, and he's very good as a doctor.

Well, he knows a lot.

-Ah, well.

-What?

-I could suggest other remedies.

There's no need to suffer.

-God forbid.

-It just seems a shame to give drugs to lady who's expecting.

-Yes, actually, I wondered that.

-I think the doctor knows best, Ms. Glasson.

-A mother knows best.

Sorry, that's just my opinion.

-Shall I continue?

-You know what, Mrs. Tishell, I think I'll pass.

-In the future, run your baby's symptoms past an adult

before you call it an emergency.

-So you can't do nothing?

-They cry when they're hungry.

Feed it.

-But then they'll expect it.

-You're a mother.

Your life has changed.

Get used to it.

-Well hi, Ms. Glasson.

-Hello, there.

Everything all right?

-Dan keeps crying.

-Oh, what a beautiful child.

Oh!

-Have you collected your prescription yet?

-We've just come from the chemist, Dr. Ellinham.

-Right, so you two know each other.

-Yes, we've met.

-Well, nurse O'Brien is going to be my midwife.

-Yes.

Get some sleep.

-I do feel a bit sneaky, if I'm honest.

-He's not your doctor.

He shouldn't prescribe your medicine.

Force feeding antibiotics to an unborn infant, I've half a

mind to make a formal complaint.

-Oh.

Well, thing is, it is a bit complicated.

We we're going to get married.

Yes.

Well, we didn't.

But I got pregnant anyway.

So uh, it is complicated.

-You poor darling.

I am so sorry.

-No, no.

It was mutual.

I mean, I didn't want to get married, in the end.

-When you got to know him.

-He didn't want it either.

Men,.

Your trouble getting to sleep, is that mostly

discomfort, do you think?

Or do you lie there fretting?

-Both, really.

But maybe I have taken on too much.

Martin thinks I have.

-Ha.

-What?

I wonder if maybe he's poisoned your mind as well as

trying to poison your body.

-That's a bit harsh.

-You think?

-Don't let go just yet.

-Morning.

-You've, uh, you've got something on your shoulder.

-I know.

Can you believe it?

Driving in this morning, it just rushed out in

front of the truck.

-What?

-What are the chances of that two days in a row?

-Weird, isn't it?

Come on, give us a hand.

-Poor little chap.

Here.

Oh.

Oh.

-Plenty of servings on it, though.

-Must be worth a few quid, eh?

-Mate's rates, hey Bert?

Pauline: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Constable: Good of you to see

me on my lunch hour.

Can't afford to lose patrol time for a routine test.

-This way, please.

-Doctor.

Pauline: Roll up your

sleeve, please, constable.

-What is cholesterol, anyway?

-It's fat that clogs you up.

-No it isn't.

Pauline, go to lunch.

I'll do that.

-So how come you're Ok with the blood now?

No disrespect, but everyone knows it's an issue.

-You're just being stubborn.

He still hates it.

-Go away, Pauline.

-Mind over matter, eh?

Doc, you look a bit peaky, if you don't mine me saying.

-Running a bath.

-Yes, actually.

-That's the girl.

Do you mind if I come in?

-What's that?

-Just thought I'd show you.

It's a home birthing pool.

-Oh.

I like to show my mothers what's available.

-Hmm, a home birth.

-Did you not consider that?

-Well no, no not really.

I just assumed...

-you'd be having baby in the hospital.

-Yeah.

-That's what they want you to assume.

Have you ever seen a birthing pool?

-No.

No, I haven't.

-Why do they, do you think, want babies born in hospitals?

-Because then the doctors are in control.

-But it must be a bit safer, too.

-Statistically, it's safer to have your baby at home, away

for men who think pregnancy is a disease.

Now, do you have a DVD player?

-Yes.

-One of my mothers giving birth in a pool

just like this one.

-Might actually be this one.

-I wouldn't really be sure about a pool, actually.

-It's a life changing experience, Louisa.

All my mothers say so.

Water is such a feminine element.

In the pool you're in a sanctuary.

Others need your consent to get close to you.

You are in control.

Well, you and me.

-I'm sure it's great for some people.

But...

-please try to keep an open mind.

Have a look at the video.

-Yeah, yeah, of course.

Sorry.

-Oh.

Good evening, Dr. Ellinham.

-These examination gloves aren't pre-powdered.

-Aren't they?

Oh dear.

I am sorry.

Oh, they are x5437s.

They should be.

Oh, no.

No wait a minute.

I see what's happened.

Oh, I am so sorry for the inconvenience, Dr. Ellingham.

But you know, now you are here, it could be regarded as

providential.

I have been in an agony of indecision in a

matter of some delicacy.

-They're gloves, Mrs. Tishell.

-How can I put this?

I think you ought to know that one of your patients is

refusing to take medication prescribed by you.

-Who?

-Louisa Glasson.

-That's less painful than a regular birth?

-It's not really pain.

It's a woman taking charge of her power.

-Yes?

-Yes, Louisa.

-It's just a lot to think about.

-It is.

Would you like to try sitting in the pool?

-What, now?

-Just to get the idea of what it's like in your own

territory, with your own things about you.

Try it for me.

-Yeah, why, why not?

No it's fine.

-Oh.

-Did you prevent this patient from taking prescribed

medication?

-Excuse me, Dr. Ellingham, but I am with a client.

-Have you completely lost your mind?

You're not seriously considering giving birth in

this harpy's paddling pool, are you?

-How dare you?

I am a fully qualified...

-be quiet.

Louisa, take your medicine.

-No.

-What?

-You heard me.

-Ms. Glasson is making an informed decision.

Endorsed by...

-i told you to shut up.

-No, no, don't, don't you speak to her like that.

You always have to be control, don't you?

I'm the doctor.

I'm the expert.

I'm so clever.

You know, but you don't understand women at all, do

you Martin.

Well you're not my doctor.

She is.

You can take your ruddy drugs, and you can shove them where

the sun don't shine.

Good night, Martin.

-When your infection gets worse, take these.

-No, thank you.

-Well done, Louisa.

-Thanks.

-Morning.

-Oh, hello, my lover.

Deer and pheasants now to keep out your way now, marigold?

-You.

Actually I had to drive myself this morning.

Michael's not at all well.

-Oh, that's perfect.

There's a chiller cabinet needs fetching from tintagel,

too big for the company vehicle.

Could you pop me over after lunch?

-For you, anything.

Oh, why don't we make a trip of it?

Tea at Trebarwith on the way back?

-Oh, lovely.

Pauline: Marigold Marley's blood

test come back negative.

It's not glandular fever, then.

-Where's the rch geriatric file?

-Mrs. Melbray's biopsy is non-malignant.

I said it was just a lump.

Prostate set for Tuesday.

Mrs. Admiral's come back negative.

-Not a good time, them?

-What do you want?

-I just wanted to say I met Louisa on her way to school.

And she was looking awfully tired.

I thought perhaps you'd like to keep an eye on her.

Only don't say I said anything.

-She doesn't want me to keep an eye on her.

-Are you all right, Ms. Glasson?

-I feel a bit shivery, actually?

-A bit light-headed?

A bit sweaty?

My brother had it, and his kids.

-Really?

-It's a summer cold.

-Actually, can you take powders with the baby?

Mrs. Tishell could help you.

-Yeah.

Or I could call the midwife.

-Private parking.

-It's all right, doc.

We're on our way.

-Well don't park here again.

-Oh, okie dokie.

-Hey, doc, did marigold's glandular fever test come back

yet.

-Yes.

You haven't got it.

-Oh, good.

-She's still got a sore throat, though, dear.

You tell him.

-Oh, it's nothing.

-Are you getting better or worse?

-Uh, oh, let me see, uh...

-come and see me tomorrow morning, 8:45.

-Right.

-Is this thing legal?

-Absolutely.

Off we go.

-Do you ever feel like you could just keep driving and

driving, leave all the, I don't know,

all the rubbish behind?

-Yes, I do.

-Your husband, is he feeling poorly?

-He's a man, so he's at death's door, isn't he?

To tell the truth, I don't think it's much worse than

what I've got.

Flu, whatever, no big deal.

-And you still have to work.

-You call this work?

More like a holiday.

-What?

-Fresh as a Daisy.

-You're not thinking of cooking it, though, are you?

-Why not?

Nobody minds an apple that's fallen out of a tree.

-But it's not an apple.

-Well, as long as you know what you're doing, what's the

difference?

-No difference, really.

No.

You're right.

Oh.

He's a plump little chap, eh?

Proper job.

-Come.

-I'm off then, doctor, unless there's anything else.

-No, there isn't.

-Dr. Ellingham, this blood business, you doing Mrs.

Marley's finger and then taking over when

I was with PC Penhale.

Are you wanting to do without me?

I just want to know.

Not that I want another job, I just don't want

to be caught unawares.

-You won't be caught unawares.

-So I can still do the blood.

You're not planning to get rid of me?

-If there were any changes to the practice and the way

things are, I'd let you know.

-Bad luck.

-Oh, why do you get colds in the summer?

-I know.

-And why when you least want it?

The last two weeks of the summer term are my busiest all

year.

-That's not actually a coincidence, you know.

Stress weakens the immune system.

-Right.

-Is it still comfortable when you go for a tinkle?

-It's just the same, actually.

-Oh, and a cold on top of it.

Oh, what a shame Dr. Ellingham had to be

so unpleasant yesterday.

-Yes, but I can't blame Martin for everything, though.

I mean, I'm sure he's not only doctor who'd have recommended

antibiotic.

-No.

And I'm sure yours wouldn't be the first baby born with a

weakened immune system because of it.

-Right, still, but some women...

-oh, Louisa, Louisa, it's not your fault.

The control of childbirth by a male dominated health service

is designed to keep women suppressed.

Now, put your head back and close your eyes.

Go on.

Imagine you're in a Meadow.

The sun is shining.

The grass is soft.

You're lying in the sunlight, not a care in the world.

And one by one, your worries all fade away.

-Auntie Jo.

-What's happened?

-Nothing, nothing.

-It's half past seven in the morning.

-Is it?

Uh, right.

Well the thing is, I'm having a lunch.

-A lunch?

-Yes.

Um, there's this job in London.

And, um, I'm having a lunch to see someone about it.

To talk, to talk about it.

-In London?

-Yes, the job is.

The lunch is in truro.

-What kind of job?

-Head of vascular surgery at imperial college.

-Surgery?

-Yes.

-What about the blood?

-Well, I'm working on that.

It's coming along.

Bit of a way to go, but definitely, uh, getting there.

Maybe I should have said something.

-It's wonderful Martin, wonderful.

-What's that?

-Marigold's birthday today.

-Oh, what did you get her?

-That's a bit big, isn't it?

-Is it?

-She'll have to hide that from her husband.

-It's just a little something from her employer.

-You want to give her a little something, do you?

-I'm just being friendly.

Want to see?

-And I can come up and see you.

-Yes.

-It would be nice.

-Really is jolly good news.

If you're sure you can manage it?

-Yes.

Yes, it is.

-Does Louisa know?

-No.

-What about the child?

-Ho do you mean?

-Your child, seeing it as it's growing up.

-Don't honestly think I'd be a natural at all that, do you,

when it came to it?

-Well you're just going to have to work twice as hard at

it, aren't you?

-If that's what Louisa wants.

-A long distance father is better than no father at all.

The two of you are going to have to work at that together.

Won't happen by itself.

I'm going to miss you, Martin.

-I'll miss you too, auntie Jo.

-Just don't let Louisa be the last one to find out.

-Of course, there will be water in it.

What do you think?

-She'll love it.

-Hello?

Oh, all right.

All right, yeah.

I'll tell him.

Yep.

That was marigold.

Her old man's flu's got worse, so she's staying at home.

-Marigold?

-Mm.

-Not coming in?

-No.

Could you, um, could you call Angela and arrange a cover?

-I promise he was crying fir to bust before

I brought him in.

-He's got a slight temperature.

Got any calpol at home?

-Yes.

-That'll bring it down.

-Do you have a thermometer?

-I think so.

-37's what you're aiming for.

-Has he got what Ms. Glasson's got?

-What's she got?

-Nasty cold.

She's off school, and everything.

-No, he's teething.

Give him the calpol.

-Are you off to your meeting, then?

In truro?

-Yes.

-Good luck.

-What?

-We'll keep you hydrated and ride out the storm.

We'll to keep a positive attitude, Louisa.

There's nothing to be gained by letting

baby feel your vexation.

-Are you sure it's Ok?

-Mothers have been having colds since time began.

Nature and nurse O'Brien know what to do.

She's resting.

-Martin.

-Louisa, how are you feeling?

-Not very good.

-What's her temperature?

-She has a very nasty cold, poor thing.

-No she doesn't.

What's her temperature?

-103.

-103?

-You've still not taken the antibiotics?

-No.

-Oh!

-Ah, you've developed a kidney infection, leading to rigors.

Give me the medication.

-Don't you click your fingers at me.

-What's rigors?

-Louisa, do not allow that man to...

-is the baby all right?

-The baby wants you to take antibiotics.

-What's rigors?

-It's your body heating up to kill bacteria.

Antibiotics also kill bacteria.

They're just quicker and safer.

-That's a very male point of view.

-No it's not.

It's a fact.

The only risk this woman and her baby have been put at is a

premature delivery triggered by prolonged high temperature.

-Ah, well done, doctor.

Another victory for conveyor belt medicine.

-Here.

-I am sorry, Ms. Glasson.

It is not your fault.

You are a victim.

-I beg your pardon.

I am not a victim, thank you very much.

-Oh, but you are, darling.

You are a wounded creature, and the cat has pounced.

-I'm not a cat.

-And he doesn't pounce.

Martin is a very, very good doctor.

-And a man.

-No he's not.

-Yes, I am.

-Of course you are, but that's not the point.

-Oh, but it is the point.

-No it isn't.

If anyone's got a problem with sex, it's you.

-I beg your pardon?

-I mean gender.

Men.

And women.

You know, a woman could be just as insensitive as Martin.

-What?

-Well you are.

Thank you for doing your best, Molly.

But I'm just not happy with it.

So, yeah, goodbye.

-Goodbye, darling.

-She does mean well.

-It's all right, then.

Now take one of these every four hours.

Drink plenty of water.

You should feel benefits pretty soon.

-Thank you.

Thanks.

-Actually, there was another reason I came here.

Something I wanted to tell you.

I'm having lunch.

-You are.

Ok?

-Yes, in truro, with my old tutor, from imperial, which is

a hospital in London.

-Uh huh.

And the truth is, actually, Louisa,

-Dr. Ellingham?

Oh, thank god I saw your car.

I'm sorry, Ms. Glasson, but it's Darren.

-Oh, go on Martin.

It's fine.

I'll be fine.

-Right.

-Um, take a lukewarm shower to cool down.

And let the penicillin do the rest.

-Yeah.

Thank you, Martin.

-Let's go.

-His temperature's shot up.

It's really, really high.

-Same as before.

38 degrees.

-It was 99 just now, definitely.

-99 degrees Fahrenheit.

-Yes.

-99 degrees Fahrenheit, 38 degrees centigrade.

-Which one's he got.

-They're both the same.

Look, you press the button.

Only worry about the lower number.

When did you last give him calpol?

-I haven't got any.

-Oh, for god's sakes.

-Sorry, I though I had.

I'll go get some from Mrs. Tishell.

Thanks ever so, doctor.

-You're forgotten something.

-Have I?

-Danny.

-Oh, Darren, yes.

I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.

Thanks ever so, doctor.

-Is anyone home?

Marigold?

Marigold: Bert, is that you?

-Hello?

Marigold: Come on up.

No, Michael, you stay put.

Don't be foolish.

I'll see to it.

-Go on, Mary.

We've got a visitor.

-No, Michael.

Bert understands.

Bert, tell him.

-Hello, Mr. Marley.

Now, don't worry about me.

You just stay there.

-What are you doing here?

-That for marigold, is it?

-It's, it's just a, it's just a present from everyone.

-He's not well at all, is he?

-I know.

-Have you called the doctor?

-I don't really like to.

He's not keen on house calls, is he?

-No.

But I could call him, if you want, like a friend.

Pauline: Dr. Ellingham, I have

Mr. Large for you.

Just putting you through.

-Why?

Bert: Doc?

-What do you want.

-Sorry to bother you.

-Yes?

But I'm out at

At marigold Marley's place.

You remember her, cut finger, she works in my restaurant.

-I'm in a hurry, Bert.

Bert: It's her husband.

He isn't very well, not very well at all.

And I was wondering if you had any tips.

I mean, he's in bed, but he's as weak as a kitten.

-Is she all right?

-Oh she's fine, I think.

-Just a bit peaky, mustn't grumble.

Martin: Has he got a temperature?

-Uh, I, I don't know, really.

Martin: Does he seem at all delirious?

Uh, Michael!

Bert: Oh, my word.

-Bert?

Marigold: Michael!

-Bert?

Pauline: I have Dr. Montgomery for you,

Dr. Ellingham.

Just putting you through.

-No.

Dr. Montgomery: Ellingham?

-Oh, for god's sake.

-Hello, ellingham, are you all right?

Martin: Yes, what do you want?

-Your secretary said you were going to be late.

We wondered how late?

-I'm attending an emerging.

-Oh.

But, the thing is, Robert's got a 2:30 train.

-I can't miss it.

-Ambulance wouldn't be more appropriate?

Martin: Edith, there's a sick man on

bodmin moor.

I'm on bodmin moor.

And I'm a doctor.

-I do think it would be good if you could get here.

He is full of apologies, but he's got an emergency.

-It's bloody awkward, actually?

-He has got the imperial post, hasn't he?

-I've been asked to look in the eye and quiz him about his

blood problem.

-You moved him?

-Just to make him more comfortable, doc.

-Keep him warm.

-He's boiling.

Have you got a thermometer?

-Somewhere.

-All right.

We need to get him on his side.

-Right, doc.

-No, don't touch him.

Might have broken something.

-That's all we've got.

-It's a jam thermometer, doc.

You use it in cooking.

Um, not just for jam, all sorts of...

-fine, that'll do.

I need rubber gloves.

Go see if she's got some ice.

-Ice?

-Yes.

To cool him down, quickly.

-Ok doc.

-I'm a doctor.

You had an accident.

An ambulance is on its way.

Does it hurt anywhere.

-Marigold?

-She's in the kitchen.

Does it hurt anywhere in particular?

-I don't think so.

-Oh sorry.

There, there are the gloves.

-What are you doing?

-Breaking up the ice so it'll fit in the funnel.

-It doesn't have to fit in the funnel.

-Well how else are yo going to get it in his bottom?

-That's not going in his bottom.

The thermometer is.

Does your husband handle these?

-Yes.

-What does he do, stuff them?

-Well, I, I do most of the cooking.

I stuff the pheasants...

-cooking?

You cook them?

Oh, god!

-Well, that, that one may be a bit past it's sell by.

But it's, it's Michael.

He likes the extra flavor.

-It's perfectly legal.

Marigold's all right.

-Marigold is not all right.

Your immune system seems stronger than your husband,

but you're both presenting symptoms of toxoplasmosis,

found in wild animals and infected meat.

-Oh!

I've poisoned Mikey.

-More or less.

-Oh!

Michael, my love.

Oh, Mikey.

-I'll get the ice, then.

-Oh, Mikey, Mikey, it was the badger burgers.

I know they were strong, but I can't say

no to you, my darling.

-Hold that against his forehead.

-Have you been leading him on, pussycat, eh?

-Maybe a bit.

-Oh, marigold.

-It's not your fault, Mr. Large.

She's just a sucker for flirting.

-Is he going to be Ok?

-Yes, now that we know what it is.

Bert, you haven't been selling this stuff in

your cafe, have you?

Has Ms. Glasson had any?

Bert?

-She hasn't been in.

And we don't serve badger in any restaurant of mine, thank

you very much.

-Hurry, come in.

Patient is presenting symptoms of cerebral toxoplasmosis, a

pulse rate elevated, and is febrile.

-Louisa.

You should be in bed.

-I feel so much better.

Can I come in for a minute?

-Yes.

-Oh.

You were expecting someone, sorry.

-No, that's, that's fine.

What, what do you want?

-I just wanted to apologize, really.

For not taking the antibiotics.

And for being rude basically, the other night.

And I will the baby in a hospital

if that's your advice.

-It is, yes.

Louisa, uh, take a seat.

Louisa,

-I'll get that.

Dr. Montgomery: Hello, ellingham.

Edith?

Medical emergency turn out satisfactorily?

-Yes, thank you.

Cerebral toxoplasmosis.

-Robert was a little huffy.

But actually, it helped you in the end.

It was the hemophobia he wanted to be sure about.

I told him you're completely over it and itching to get

back to London.

Tell me you can back it up, because, not official yet,

they're giving it to you.

You replace Jeffrey Rushton on the 31st.

Congratulations.

You're welcome.

Oh, hello.

-I've just got popped in to tell Martin something.

-You look a bit pasty.

Are you all right?

-A urinary tract infection.

It's in hand.

-Ah.

-I'll just pop off, then.

-Right.

-I've implemented eight of your 14 suggestions.

I thought you stopped being her doctor.

-This was a one off.

-Funny little thing isn't she?

Quite spiky.