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[ Pounding on door ]

-Doc! -Doc!

-Doc! -[ Pounding continues ]

Who the hell is that?

MAN: Doc!

Martin!

MAN: We found him on the beach.

I'm thinking he's got hypothermia or something.

Well, stop thinking.

Get him into the consulting room.

Careful.

[ Alarm beeping ]

[ Groans ]

[ James crying ]

-Do you know this man? -No.

We never seen him before.

He were just lying there.

I thought he were dead.

-Is he dead? -No.

You sure?

Go away.

Hello.

Can you hear me?

Ugh! Hey!

Can you tell me your name?

Is everything all right?

Have you ever seen this man before?

No. Sorry.

Thirsty.

Could you get him a drink of water?

Martin, I've got to get James dressed.

Fine. Yes, I'll fetch you a glass of water.

Got to go now.

DOC MARTIN: No, you don't.

You stay there.

You were found unconscious on the beach.

Can you tell me how that happened?

[ James crying ]

Sorry, Martin. I've got to go up there.

Yes.

You appear to be dehydrated.

Drink this and stay there while I get dressed.

Morwenna!

Morwenna!

Al? What are you doing?

I'm moving in.

It's a bit early.

I wanted to catch you before you went to work.

That's not for hours.

You know it's quarter to 8:00?

What? Oh, God!

Morwenna?

Can you tell me your name?

Robert.

Full name?

Robert Campbell.

Do you know where you are, Mr. Campbell?

Cornwall.

More specifically.

Portwenn.

Are you Dr. Ellingham?

Yes, I am.

Are you registered at this practice?

No. Not yet.

Who's your GP?

I don't have one.

I've...been on the move.

You were unconscious when they found you.

Has that happened before?

Not so far as I'm aware.

I really have to go.

Oh! [ Gasps ]

Sit back down.

Sit there.

Breathe deeply.

Do you feel light-headed?

I'm fine.

Been a little tired, that's all.

There's a world of difference

between being tired and passing out.

Do you live here with your family?

That's not your concern.

But there are a few of you round here.

Ellinghams.

I'm going to take some blood now.

When did you last eat something?

I had some breakfast. Yesterday.

Your blood sugar levels could be low.

That would make you light-headed.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Who's that I can hear upstairs?

Stop talking.

Your wife?

Mother?

Aunt?

Be quiet.

Take Mr. Campbell's details.

I'll be down in a couple of minutes.

Take your time. I need a cup of tea first.

-Right. -[ Telephone rings ]

Oh, hold on a sec.

Portwenn surgery.

Oh, hello, Mr. Barnett. How are you?

No, I said, "How are you?"

I think you're supposed to rub it on your rash.

Your rash.

No, I don't suppose it did taste very nice.

Sorry, I won't be long, Mister...

Rude.

Yeah. No, I'm not coming round.

Eat up. Yum, yum, yum.

Morning!

Oh, Mike, hello. You're early.

No, I'm bang on time.

Are you?

Hello, Jimmy.

No. It's fine. I can manage, Mike.

You all right, Doc?

Michael.

So I thought we'd go to Minnie's Play Time

this afternoon, at the library.

I don't think that starts till next week.

It started last Monday.

Well, I don't want him cooped up inside all day.

We'll be on the beach after that.

Should be good weather for sand castles.

Sunblock. He'll need sunblock.

Packed it. Factor 50.

Okay.

Come on, then, Sunny Jim.

It's James, actually.

And you'll be back at 5:00, yeah?

MIKE: On the dot.

-And you won't be late? -MIKE: No.

Bye-bye, darling.

-See you later. -Yeah.

See you all later.

MIKE: Bye.

JOE: Do you know that sign's there for a reason?

Oh? What reason could that be?

JOE: To stop you from parking.

Not doing a very good job, then, is it?

If you fail to move your vehicle,

I shall be forced to issue a fixed-penalty notice.

Oh, I shall just be two minutes, Constable.

-Really? -Absolutely.

Seeing as it's you, Dr. Ellingham.

Thank you so much.

Ow!

-Careful! -Be quiet.

How long have you been in pain?

It's been hurting all night and all morning.

I've been sick three times.

We had a meal at Bert's restaurant yesterday.

Sunday lunch.

It tasted funny.

What did you eat?

Well, I had some fish.

Sea bass, it said on the menu.

Not you. What did you eat?

Roast chicken.

Do you think it's food poisoning?

It's always a possibility.

I'd need to examine a stool sample to be certain.

Can you provide me with one?

What's that?

-Poo-poo. -Mum!

Not to worry. I'll give you a sterile container

and the next time you go to the lavatory,

put a small piece of..poo-poo in it

and let the receptionist have it.

Mrs. Wead just dropped this off.

She said Becky's ill

but can you read her newspaper

and give her the okay to start printing?

Yeah, I'll read it later.

Becky wants to hear back from you by lunchtime.

Oh, does she?

Well, I'm just popping out.

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

And now another blue one on top.

Oh, hello!

You okay?

Yeah. Me. You?

Great.

We're having a lovely time, aren't we, James?

Hey, do you think Mummy's checking up on us?

No, no, I just had to pop back for something.

This looks fun.

Shall we put this on the top?

Shall we?

There.

Um...Louisa.

What?

It's blue on top.

Does it matter?

No.

Well, yeah.

Why?

Well, they're in order, aren't they?

Okay.

Happy now?

Yeah.

Okay. On with the red row.

CAROLINE: Ruth. Please.

RUTH: Radio Portwenn has survived for many years

without me.

We've had letters, postcards.

An e-mail, would you believe?

The listeners loved you.

Even so, I don't think

psychiatric advice should be dispensed

in 60-second sound bites.

But you do it so well,

with wit, warmth, compassion.

And it's so rare to have a proper expert in the studio.

Most of the people I have to work with

know less than me about their so-called speciality.

The gardening guru's allergic to soil.

The newsreader's dyslexic,

and there's no one round here

who has a fraction of your expertise

when it comes to dealing with mental people.

People with mental-health issues.

They need you.

We all need you.

This is your chance to help us.

You're putting me in a very awkward position.

CAROLINE: I know.

Is it working?

Possibly.

In there.

There we go.

Have you lost something?

The espresso cups.

With the saucers, bottom right.

Hope you don't mind, I moved things around a bit more.

You might find the drawers are a little different, too.

Sorry.

Seems logical.

You're okay with how I'm doing, aren't you?

I mean, if there's anything you don't like, just tell me.

No. I can have a cup of coffee now.

Is Louisa all right?

Yes. She had a cup of tea earlier.

Your first patient's here, Doc.

All right.

Morning.

Hello, Morwenna.

Morwenna.

Morwenna!

Are you feeling better?

BECKY: Not too bad, thanks.

Is that the school newspaper?

Yeah.

I haven't approved it yet.

You said you were going to read it yesterday,

but you didn't and I couldn't wait any longer.

Well, you should have done.

How many copies have you handed out?

BECKY: Loads.

And I've delivered quite a few to the shops,

the cafés, the pubs.

I told you I was going to.

Yes, but after I've given my approval.

Where did you get them printed?

I used the photocopier in my dad's office.

Right, Becky, you're going to stop handing these out

until I've read it.

But that's censorship!

Yes, it is. Now, pick up that box and come with me.

I'm really very cross with you because you have not listened.

So, how was your first night without me, then?

BERT: I can't lie, boy.

I missed seeing your toothbrush next to mine.

Here, put that on and go peel some taters.

Oh, yeah.

-Here, have you seen this? -What?

It's The Portwenn Junior Journal.

I found a whole pile of them on the steps this morning.

AL: Yeah?

BERT: There's a review of our restaurant in here.

AL: Is it good?

It's by a Becky Wead.

She says her roast chicken dinner

"was the most disgusting meal

I've ever had the misfortune to consume."

So, not good?

It gets worse.

"I was sick throughout the night and all the next morning,

poisoned by the unhygienic food preparation."

-Poisoned? -Poisoned?

She can't say poisoned.

-I think that's libel. -BERT: Or is it slander?

Well, either way, it's bad for business.

BERT: We need an apology and damages.

I mean, quite frankly, Louisa,

I'm surprised you allowed this rubbish to be published.

I didn't actually see the review before it was printed,

and I wouldn't have allowed it into the paper if I had.

Everything I wrote was true.

Food poisoning?

That's what Doc Martin said.

How could he have known it was our restaurant?

You could've picked it up anywhere.

You know, Mr. Large and Mr. Large have a business

that might well suffer because of this publicity.

Good.

-What? You little -- -Bert, leave this to me.

Becky, go back to your class,

and I will come and have a word with you a little bit later.

I'm not happy, Louisa.

I want a full retraction.

I will sort this out, Bert.

And if you don't,

your people are going to hear from our people.

We don't have any people.

Shut up.

BERT: We could have pretended that we had lawyers.

AL: She knows we can't afford them, Dad.

-BERT: Here, hang on a minute. -AL: What?

I think I know her.

-Do you? -Yeah.

I'm sure I do.

I'll see you later, boy.

I'm going down the hill to get fish.

You wouldn't get me a battered sausage, would you?

No.

I'm out of primidone.

-MORWENNA: I know. -Did you get some more?

No, because the chemist's is open again.

Is Mrs. Tishell back?

No, someone else is running the place till she gets out.

I was going to go down there tomorrow.

I'll go myself. Today.

All right.

Bert!

It's nice to see you round these parts again.

Jennifer.

Jennifer. Right.

That weekend in Polperro.

Polzeath. And Pendoggett.

Oh, yes!

You should have kept in touch, Bert.

I got married.

Yeah, so I heard.

You can tell a lot about a person

from how they keep their shop.

Everything here is all over the place.

You've changed a bit.

A bit more curvy.

Ditto.

[ Laughs ]

If you need a hand moving in to the upstairs flat,

my boy will help.

Well, Mrs. Tishell told my agency

that it's private property,

so I've rented a room in the Crab and Lobster.

Oh, that's a bit pricey.

Look, I've got a place up the hill.

It's a B&B. It's a lovely room.

Free at the moment.

Well, I don't know.

The Crab can be a bit noisy, especially Saturday nights.

It is a nice idea.

It is, isn't it?

Oh. Hello, Doc.

Jenny, this is our Doc Martin.

Doc Martin, this is our lovely new locum pharmacist,

Jenny Cardew.

Yes, I need some provisions.

We're not actually serving customers till tomorrow.

Oh, I'm sure that Jenny can make an exception for you, Doc.

So am I.

Oh.

Right.

Prednisone coming up.

Prednisone?

Good God, woman.

I have clearly written "primidone."

That could be fatal.

Have you? Let's see.

Well, it might help if you wrote in capital letters.

Might help if you got your eyes tested.

I knew you two would hit it off.

Hmm.

Right.

Here, Doc!

I need to talk to you about Becky Wead.

There's no time. I have to buy an onion.

Did you tell her

that she'd got food poisoning from my restaurant?

I can't discuss my patients with you.

Here, hang on, I need to sort this out.

Pollack.

Hi.

They've sold out of everything else.

Say hello to Daddy.

Say, "Hello, Daddy."

Becky Wead wrote a terrible review of Bert's restaurant.

Bert wants an apology.

It's a terrible restaurant.

A terrible review seems fairly appropriate.

It's not that bad,

although the chicken wasn't very good, allegedly.

Becky said it gave her food poisoning.

That's just a possibility.

So, it might not be Bert's fault, then?

DOC MARTIN: I can't discuss my patients.

I haven't had the test results back anyway,

and as soon as I do get them back,

I still won't be able to discus them with you.

That's not much help, is it?

Louisa, you seem rather tense.

Yes, well, of course I'm tense!

You have no idea what it's like, leaving James with a stranger,

trying to work

when all I can think about is my baby,

and counting the minutes till I can get home.

Well, I told you, you went back to work too early.

Martin, don't start.

To make things even worse,

James has decided that he doesn't need food anymore.

I wouldn't worry about it.

He ate an enormous breakfast,

followed by an even bigger lunch with Michael.

Oh, well.

Good for Michael.

-Morning. -Shush!

He should be awake now.

He had a bad night. So did we.

Go through.

The sooner you get him into an appropriate routine,

the better for everyone.

Ruth, hi.

RUTH: Hi.

To what do we owe this pleasure?

I had half an hour to kill, and I felt like a coffee.

And I thought you might like to wish me a happy birthday.

It's your birthday?

Ruth! Happy birthday.

What are you doing to celebrate?

What I always do -- absolutely nothing.

Martin.

Hmm?

Yes, I could take you to lunch.

All right.

Pick me up at 12:30.

-I'm busy all morning. -DOC MARTIN: What are you doing?

Broadcasting, live, on Radio Portwenn.

Oh, not that awful phone-in?

No, Martin, I'm reading the football results.

I think she was joking.

I see.

CAROLINE: ...followed by "Ask the Gardener"

with Gordon Spelling,

who's back from sick leave and raring to go.

But next on Radio Portwenn,

it's the return of Dr. Ruth Ellingham,

who will be offering advice to anyone who needs it.

Louisa! Louisa!

Do you want to walk together?

Oh, I'd love to, but I'm late.

I've got to get a move on.

Bye-bye, darling. Bye-bye, sweetie.

See you later.

-Bye. -Sorry.

BERT: What have you done about that newspaper?

Oh, I haven't had a moment.

Meanwhile, anyone that visits Portwenn can read

that my restaurant is not safe to eat in.

Have your bookings gone down since yesterday?

Well, they've not gone up.

And that newspaper's everywhere, full of lies and slander.

It's actually libel.

Then you should do something about it.

I don't have any time, Bert.

BERT: And I don't have any customers, Louisa!

You never did, Bert!

SHEILA: I mean, what's the point?

I feel like life's not worth living.

What is there to look forward to?

Oh, come on, Sheila,

there's plenty of things to look forward to.

There's the Boconnoc Steam Fair.

There's Stoke Climsland Flower Show.

And the Portwenn Musical Players

are giving us their "Oklahoma!" next month.

[ Click, dial tone ]

Hello?

I'm afraid we've lost Sheila, so let's try our next caller.

Perhaps I should speak to this one?

Of course, Dr. Ruth.

Dr. Ellingham, please.

ROBERT: Hello, Dr. Ellingham.

Can you hear me?

Yes, she can.

What's your name?

ROBERT: Call me Bob.

And what's your problem, Bob?

There's a woman.

CAROLINE: Isn't there always?

I've known her for years.

She means everything to me, and I wanted --

RUTH: I'm afraid I have nothing to say

about affairs of the heart.

CAROLINE: Not that we're trying to get rid of you, Bob.

Yes, we are!

-CAROLINE: I'm sure Dr. Ruth -- -Ellingham.

I'm sure she'd like to offer some advice.

Advice is like snow.

The softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon,

and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

I can't remember who said that.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Well, Bob, I suppose if I had to,

I'd suggest that you speak to this woman.

Tell her how you feel.

Face-to-face?

That's always best.

And she will feel the same about me?

She will love me?

I can see Dr. Ruth nodding her head.

And who do we have on line three?

Oh, hello, Bethanie.

BETHANIE: Can you hear me?

Yeah, spit it all out, Beth.

BETHANIE: I'll tell you now then.

You see, the thing is...

[ Beep ]

Well, there's no doubt that you have an ulcer.

The only question is whether it's gastric or duodenal.

You said it was food poisoning.

No, I didn't.

I'm going to make an appointment for you to have an endoscopy.

You agreed it was 'cause of the chicken.

No, I didn't.

Tell him, Mum.

I think you did actually mention the possibility

that it could be.

The possibility, yes,

but not the certainty or even the probability.

Do you know the difference between those words?

Don't talk to my mum like that.

I'll talk how I want. It's my surgery.

The tests on your feces rule out food poisoning.

Is there any part of that sentence

that either of you are struggling with?

Good.

Take this and go away.

Oh.

Oh, you gave me a shock.

Why? You knew I was coming.

Well, yes, I did.

Thanks for the cake.

That's nothing to do with me.

I don't like cake.

Come on.

So, someone's been in the house.

Perhaps it's one of your friends.

I don't have any friends in Cornwall.

And who would know it was my birthday?

I don't know. Maybe you made an announcement on Radio Portwenn?

You heard my program?

No, of course not.

I made no announcement on the radio.

It's not uncommon for women of your age

to experience memory lapses.

Perhaps you told one of your neighbors and then forgot.

Well, happy birthday to me!

[ Muttering ]

[ Telephone rings ]

PC Joseph Penhale, 3021.

Is it a matter of life or death?

it's just, technically, I am on my refreshment break.

I'm sorry, Mr. Nugent, but is it vital that you get

through that particular gate right now?

I don't think it's appropriate to speak

to an officer of the law in that manner.

If you repeat that threat, I could actually arrest you.

-[ Beep ] -[ Sighs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

DOC MARTIN: I hope you're not driving anywhere this afternoon.

I hadn't planned to.

Good.

Perhaps I have a secret admirer.

Is that a realistic proposition?

Well, you seem not to think so.

However, a red rose is a classic symbol of romantic love,

and one appeared on my car the other day.

It's just possible I have a rather amorous stalker.

That's just wishful thinking.

Oh, Martin, you know very well,

people are surprisingly eclectic in their sexual inclinations.

Eclectic? That's one word for it.

Do you want me to come round tonight?

I don't.

You haven't touched your fish.

No.

RUTH: Is something wrong?

No, I'm fine.

Martin.

I'm fine.

Possibly a slight problem with blood.

The hemophobia?

I'm sure it's nothing.

It will disappear again.

RUTH: And if it doesn't?

I have a name.

Names. People you can talk to.

I'm sure it will go.

Possibly.

Stay back.

[ Flies buzzing ]

MORWENNA: Yeah. 2:00 tomorrow.

Next patient.

Message from Truro Hospital.

Doc, it's my leg. It's acting up again.

It can wait, and so can you.

It's the blood tests for Robert Campbell.

Doc!

Mr. Miller, I'm not going to examine your leg

in the reception room, am I?

Go through to the consulting room and wait!

Robert Campbell.

Yes, I know who Robert Campbell is.

The bloke they found on the beach?

Yes, I know they found him on the beach.

He's got Type 2 diabetes.

I know that. Get him in.

I can't. I don't know where he is.

Well, you took his details down the other day, didn't you?

I tried, but --

Well, find him.

MORWENNA: How am I supposed to do that?

[ Door slams ]

Okay. Thank you for your help.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Beep ]

Joe, it's Morwenna.

I need you to find someone for me.

It might look okay to you, Doc, but to me it feels gammy.

Gammy.

-[ Telephone rings ] -No calls!

Have you landed awkwardly or twisted it lately

in the last few days?

-No. -Doc, pick up.

It's urgent.

Hello.

Hello, Doc, it's Penhale.

Yes, Penhale, what is it?

JOE: Do you know a Barry Nugent?

Runs a dairy farm up at New Cross.

His gate's been blocked by this car.

Look, I was told this call was urgent.

JOE: And there's a bloke Robert Campbell

been sleeping in the car.

Robert Campbell's a patient. Is he there?

Not as such, but I'm a little bit confused

'cause I found a diary in the car

and it's got some rather unsavory comments

about your Aunt Ruth.

Is it Campbell's diary?

I assume so.

Seems he's quite an obsessive sort of character.

Somebody left a birthday cake in Ruth's kitchen.

Oh, that's nice.

Go to Ruth's farm as quickly as you can.

I'll meet you there.

[ Door opens ]

Doc?

I haven't got time. I'll call you.

[ Ringing ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

[ Water running ]

Oh! Oh! [ Gasping ]

I'm so sorry, Dr. Ellingham.

Did I scare you?

Mr. Campbell.

Please, Dr. Ellingham, call me Bob.

I knew you recognized my voice on the radio.

Thank you for making it clear what you wanted.

I'm afraid I don't really know what you're talking about.

Tell her how you feel.

Face-to-face.

How did you find me?

You left so many clues in your book.

And that photograph.

That smile.

You know I've loved you ever since we first met.

Four years, five months, three weeks.

I don't blame you for telling them

it wasn't safe to let me go.

They had to change their minds, eventually.

And now we can start our new life together.

Where are you going?

Just downstairs.

I didn't lock the doors.

And we don't want to be disturbed, do we?

No.

I want to protect you, Bob, keep you safe.

I'll just go down to the kitchen.

I've locked every door, every window.

The phone's disconn--

What are you doing?

Just making sure that it's switched off,

which it is.

Why don't we have a cup of tea?

Then you can tell me what you've been up to since we last met.

Nothing. I've done nothing since, you know.

Even so, I'd like to sit down and have a talk.

ROBERT: We're going to have a bath.

Oh, of course we are.

But why don't we have a cup of tea first?

We have all the time in the world.

ROBERT: You called someone.

No, no, I promise.

But you love me. You said you did.

-When did I? -On the radio.

She will feel the same as I do.

She will love me, and you nodded your head.

We have to be alone now.

We have to!

[ Clattering ]

Psst!

JOE: Okay. Sitrep.

I got eyes on a male I.C. One who's inside with your aunt.

I didn't show myself.

I want to know more about this Robert Campbell first.

As far as I'm aware, he's some sort of stalker

with a history of mental illness.

-Dangerous? Violent? -Quite possibly.

We need backup.

SWAT team, chopper cover, armed response.

-Can you get all that? -No.

DOC MARTIN: Idiot!

Ruth!

Where are you?

It's just my nephew, Martin.

You can't be sure who it is.

DOC MARTIN: It's me. Martin!

There you are.

He only wants to say hello.

We can't be sure if he's alone.

RUTH: Oh, I'm sure he is.

Look, why don't we sit down?

Come on.

It's perfectly safe now.

JOE: Two armed officers to the north of the building!

One to the south.

I want a sniper on the roof.

And keep the dogs in reserve

until I give the word to release them.

[ Barking ]

The dogs are in position, sarge.

Do you want me to release the helicopter?

Penhale, shut up!

Sorry! Sorry.

You're making it worse.

Try going in through the door.

I can't see anything in the windows.

It's locked.

I'll find a way in round the back.

Don't worry, Doc. We'll get her out.

Ruth!

If you come through that door, I will kill you.

Do you hear me?

I will kill you!

Get out!

No, I'm worried about my aunt.

And I'm worried about you.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Yes, there is. You've got Type 2 diabetes.

I had your blood tests back.

You're lying!

Oh, you must listen to my nephew, Bob.

He does know what he's talking about.

I need to take your baseline sugar level,

give you a shot of insulin, and get you to the hospital.

ROBERT: I'm going nowhere.

Tell him, Dr. Ellingham.

Of course I will, Bob.

But before he goes,

I wonder if perhaps he might not help you?

Do you really think, Martin,

that insulin is the best thing for Bob right now?

What the hell are you talking about?

I thought perhaps Largactil might do a better job.

Or benzodiazepine?

Yes. I agree.

Well, at least the policeman's shut up.

That's good, isn't it?

You don't think he's planning something?

I very much doubt it.

You mustn't leave me.

Then I won't, Bob, if that's what you want.

You were always very kind to me, Dr. Ellingham.

I'm ready.

No!

Oh, please let him do this, Bob.

Tell him to go away!

I think you better do as he says, Martin.

What, and leave you alone with a psychopath?

I'm not a psychopath.

I am not a psychopath!

Do you want me to prove it?

No. I believe you.

Then go.

-Let go! -You let go!

-I'll hurt you. -I will kill you!

Ow!

I love you.

I knew it.

RUTH: If you truly love me, too,

you'd drop that knife.

[ Clattering ]

ROBERT: Aah!

I love you very well.

-[ Thud ] -JOE: Nobody move!

Armed police!

I got a baton.

Oh, for God's sake.

Is this the loony?

Stay down!

If you attempt to get up, you will be Tasered.

I've left my Taser in the car. Could you go and get it?

No.

ROBERT: Dr. Ellingham.

I love you!

Not me.

He means her.

Am I right in assuming he's a former patient?

Yes. De Clérambault's Syndrome.

A paranoid delusion with amorous fixations.

Probably made worse by the diabetes.

I'll make you a cup of tea when they've gone if you like.

I'm not going back into that kitchen.

What, ever?

Well, certainly not tonight.

I've been out here long enough.

Tomorrow I'm going to look for somewhere to live

in the village.

You know, you really don't have to worry about him.

He'll be locked up for years.

By the time he gets out, you'll...have gone away.

Fingers crossed.

Hmm.

-BERT: Louisa. -Hi, Bert.

What's happening with the newspaper?

Well, I've thought about it

and, well, I've decided not to do anything,

because, you see, it's just a school newspaper, Bert.

What, you done nothing?

Well, what I've done is to allow

a free-thinking, intelligent girl

to write an article

criticizing a meal she didn't enjoy very much.

I know, but --

Look, I can see it from your point of view, Bert,

and I'm sorry if you think Becky's been unfair,

but she is 10.

I haven't poisoned anyone.

Not for ages, anyway.

Would it help if we put an advert

into the next edition of the newspaper?

Okay.

Great.

We'll do that, then.

But I want a photograph of the restaurant.

Okay.

-And the menu. -Uh-huh.

-And maybe a voucher. -All right.

BERT: I can take the photo myself,

but it's up to you to pay for the printing.

Gosh, what a day.

How's your hand?

Oh, it's fine.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

How was your day?

Good. I bumped into Bert.

I found myself defending Becky Wead.

Freedom of the press, fair comment,

you know, that sort of thing.

Quite right.

She's written something about you now.

What?

"A bedside manner is a concept completely alien

to Dr. Ellingham.

He's patronizing, abrasive,

and completely disempathetic."

That's not even a word.

I know, Martin.

But apart from that,

I think it's very well written for a 10-year-old.

Yes.

Are you sure you're all right? You look very pale.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Hmm.

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