All language subtitles for Doc Martin s04e05 The Departed.eng

THEME MUSIC

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

Martin.

That was all pretty straightforward.

How does it feel?

Good.

Must bring back some memories.

Yes.

I think I detect
a note of excitement there.

It must have been hellish
when your haemophobia came on.

Oh, it was.

It could happen to the best of us.

And I guess it did.

People still talk about you.

They'd probably talk about you more

if you'd written something
in the last five years.

I thought you always said
that those that publish the most

always have the least to say.

That does sound like one of mine.

I hear Edith Montgomery is prowling
around Cornwall these days.

Is that right?
Mmm.

First class mind.
Mmm.

My work with the Lords
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.

(CHUCKLES)

You'll need to satisfy
the chief executive,

and the appointments people
and me, for what it's worth.

But we'd be lucky to have you.

EXCITED CHATTERING

Now remember,
Mrs Norton has kindly allowed us

to look around her farm
And we are her...

KIDS: Guests!
Robots!

That's right.

And this is not break time.

So I expect everyone
to be on their best...

Behaviour!

Now find your partners
and take their hands.

Theo Wenn, do you want
to stay behind in the classroom?

No, miss. Sorry, miss.

Right, then.

Come along.

Aah! 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.

(CHUCKLES) Didn't get a chance
to thank you.

Mmm. You're welcome.

Are you down for
the sheep trials as well, then?

No.

No. Probably not your thing.

Same as the wife.
She just doesn't see it at all.

Aye.

I tell her, "Come down onto
the field. See how Sheila..."

Oh, that's 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? No, no. I think I'm all right.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, it's because
you were reading. I'm sorry.

Me and my big mouth, eh?
Yap yap yapping away!

(LAUGHS AND HUMS)

Mmm.

This um...

This impetigo I had,

is it likely to come back?
It's possible.

Hey, I'm glad that I bumped
into you

cos can you hear that?

No.

It clicks sometimes when I do that.

Don't do that, then!
What?

If you have a medical issue,

make an appointment
and come to the surgery.

Sure, but seeing as you're here...
I'm not at work.

It's only my wrist.
Appointment!

(HUMS)

Sonny, Ruby, Charlie,

Molly, Martha,

Madison and Greg.

Theo Wenn,
you get out here right now.

Thank you.

(SNORES)

I'd no idea
there was going to be so many!

Just a bit over-excited.
I 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 come
to some sort of arrangement.

What, money, you mean?

Not a lot.
But, well, every little helps.

We just don't have any.

I would if I could,
but there's nothing in the budget.

OK, so...

Can anyone tell me
why it's so important

that we support our local farmers?

(SNORES)

BRAKES SQUEAL

CONFUSED MURMURINGS

Oh!

I've never seen a dead body before.

I'm not really sure what to do.

I missed that day at training.

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 we stop here.

Maybe we should say something.

He won't hear.

Probably gone to a better place.

At least one of us has. Come on.

When I was your age, I was
fascinated by the way a farm works.

Life isn't all Space Invaders
and Super Mario, you know.

Miss.
Yeah?

I need the toilet.
Oh.

Can I just take Millie to the toilet?
Up the stairs.

Right, any questions?

Oh, come on!
Somebody must have a question!

Theo Wenn,
you get back there right now!

These are runner beans.

Has anybody ever had a runner bean?

No?

Remember those long,
green, thin things in my kitchen?

Right. Well, now...

Does anybody know... No, they won't.

Now, what about...
I know, what about beans?

You've all had beans.

FRANTIC CLUCKING

Can anybody see
any of them in the garden?

No. Oh, god!

You! Boy! What the hell
do you think you're doing?

You come right out of there now!

You leave those chickens alone,
do you hear me?

What do you think
you're doing with my chickens?

You little so-and-so!
No!

Get in there! Go on!
Help!

Help me!

(CRIES) No! Let me out!

Help me! Help!

Open the door!

Let me out!

Theo?
Open the door!

It's OK! It's OK, you're all right.

That little bugger
tried to kick my chickens.

So you locked him in the coop?
(WHIMPERS)

You're all right, now, Theo.
You're going to be fine.

He's got to learn
that you can't behave like that!

Theo? Can you hear me?

For heaven's sake, Louisa,
the boy's just play-acting.

No, I think it's more than that!

(WHIMPERS)

Right, I'm calling Martin.

Is that necessary?
Yes!

I suppose
it reminds you how precious life is.

You know,
live each moment to the last.

Carpe diem.

Hakuna matata.

This man celebrated
his precious life by eating junk food

and giving himself a heart attack.
PHONE RINGS

Louisa.
Yeah, something's happened!

To the baby?
No.

He can't breathe! He's gone all-

Calm down. Speak normally.
It's Theo Wenn.

He's a child in my class.

We're up at Joan's farm and
he's having some sort of an attack.

Hold the phone
where I can hear his breathing.

(BREATHES RAPIDLY)

Sounds like he's hyperventilating.

Possibly a panic attack.

That's when the lack of oxygen
compared to the carbon dioxide-

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. Nothing to worry about.

If his breathing doesn't improve,
call me back.

Martin, there's a child in my care,
lying on the ground,

barely able to breathe! How quickly
are you going to be here?

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...small to cover it.

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!

Somebody's got to teach him that

that sort of behaviour
is totally unacceptable.

By doing something
even more unacceptable?

Well, clearly,
there was a discipline issue,

but perhaps a 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 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.

Out of the way.

Get out! Get out!

We're going to go
back to school now.

Come on, this way.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Were you expecting me?

No, no. I was 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're 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.

That's not exactly true, is it?

You couldn't even hold a bag
of blood without passing out.

If anything,
your problem's increasing

the closer you get to leaving.

You're saying my subconscious
doesn't want me to leave?

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 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.

Of course I knew
it was going to happen.

You knew she'd lock
someone in a chicken coop?

I knew that something would happen

with her in the house by herself,
all isolated.

I mean, that's how folks go bog wind!

Ha! It's the wind on the moors!

It drives them crazy!

You better hope those doors
are locked

in case she comes at you
with a carving knife! Ree! Ree!

Carry on, please. Don't mind me.

We didn't mean no offence, Joan.
Yes, you did.

You just didn't mean me to hear.

Yes, and that too.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Mrs Selkirk. I heard about Jim.

I'm so sorry. How are you doing?

I'm doing my best.

I could pop by later
when I've finished my deliveries.

Oh, yes. Yeah.

Well, I...

You were with our Jim when he died.

Yes.

Was it peaceful?

Yes.

I think you'd say it
was relatively peaceful.

At the end.

We started going out
together when I were 13.

He looked like Donovan.

I see.
Except he had eczema.

What do you...want?

Oh! Well, I...

I thought you, you could...

Anything medical?

I got a touch of arthritis.

Are you taking anything for it?

Got a spray from the chemist.

Good.

In 1492,
Christopher Columbus set sail.

Now, does anyone know
where he ended up?

The answer isn't on the desk, Theo.

Theo...

You might not find history
interesting, Theo Wenn,

but when you're in my class
you'll take an active...

..part in discussions.
Bleh!

Doctor 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 going to top it up
at that sun bed place

but my friend says
it's dangerous or something.

Yes. Excessive exposure
to ultraviolet rays

increases the risk of melanoma
or even basal cell carcinoma.

I don't understand a word of that.

It's bad! Theo Wenn!

Dr Ellingham, you took your time.
I was only called 15 minutes ago.

I suppose you and I have different
definitions of emergency, then.

Until we decide
where to reposition our business,

we're short of storage space.
So watch your step.

He was sick once at school,
twice in the car.

You're right. I wouldn't have
classed that as an emergency.

I'm sorry, doctor. Perhaps we should
have ignored our son's pain.

Oh, Theo behave!
This is very inconvenient.

Especially as we have a Port Wenn
sailing club function this week.

A very important
fundraiser for us actually.

You'll have noticed
I've stopped sending you invites.

I haven't noticed you started.

Four sent. No RSVP, nothing.

Doctor Sim, now there was a man
who was happy to mix with his peers.

Wait 24 hours and see if the virus
passes through his system.

Have him drink plenty of fluids

and pick up some electrolytes
from the chemist. That's it?

1resuming it was something he ate
or picked up at school.

Or the school trip
at your aunt's farm.

It could've come
from any number of causes.

Being imprisoned
in a chicken coop is a likely one!

If his condition hasn't improved
by the morning, then give me a call.

Oh, god.

OVEN BEEPS

(SIGHS) His Highness's lunch.

No. No solids.

If he must eat, just burnt toast.
No butter and no preservatives.

Burnt toast?
He's going to love that one.

Just a second. We're going to need
your medical opinion in writing.

That won't be necessary.
Our solicitor thinks otherwise.

What do you need a solicitor for?

Your aunt locked
our son in a chicken coop.

Now he's missing school.
We're going to have to hire a tutor.

All manner of expenses.
Your aunt's going to have to pay.

There's no need
to make it elaborate.

I won't.

I'm sure it won't come to anything.

Julia Wenn has instructed
a solicitor.

You can't ignore the seriousness
of the situation!

The Wenns have been scrabbling
for every penny

since Richard lost
the boat business.

That's what this is about.

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 have a much better diet
than he did.

You're neighbours
for years and then suddenly...

Oh, I said I'd look in on her.

Auntie Joan, you need to rest.

No rest for the wicked, Marty.

I'm here to see Doctor Milligan.

You're Doctor Milligan?

That's right.

So Doctor Montgomery...

Edith...has spoken to me a little
about the trouble you're having

but I thought it would 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.

Is that your theory
or Doctor Montgomery's?

Does it matter?
No.

Psychoanalytical claptrap,
by the 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.

Talk me through it step by step.

Now?
Yes, now.

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?

(GRUMBLES)
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 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.

Really? Has he lost any weight?

No. He looks exactly the same.
Don't you, dear?

First patient.
Mrs Selkirk needs to see you.

Oh. Um...you've got an actual
medical complaint this time?

Er...Maybe you'd better see her now.

Oh. Come through.

Take a seat.

Right, Mrs Selkirk.
What's the problem?

I don't know why I'm here.

I saw our Jim last night.

You dreamt 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."
(CHUCKLES)

So... Here we are.

We?

Me and Jim. He's sitting over there.

It has been documented

that grief can generate visual
and auditory hallucinations.

I think our Jim knows
there's something wrong with me.

Right. That's not really
a sufficient reason

to suspect you have
a medical complaint, though, is it?

Doctor...they can see
things that we can't.

I can't base my diagnosis

on the opinion of...an hallucination.

Now, I doubt if you've had much
sleep since your husband died.

Well...
Right, well, get some rest, then.

Claire! Claire!

Sorry, sorry.
Claire usually answers the door.

Yes, it can't be easy.
It's all right, Richard.

I'll deal with it.

I'm perfectly capable-
I said I'll handle it.

I was called to tend your son.
Is he still vomiting?

He's getting worse.
He can't keep anything down.

Louisa.

We've asked Louisa to come by

because we need her statement
regarding the incident.

You asked me to drop these off.

You never mentioned anything
about that.

You're still intending
to engage a solicitor.

We made a formal complaint
to the police

about false imprisonment.

He was only in there
for five minutes or so.

Five?

Four minutes, then.

Three. I don't really know.
I wasn't there.

So it could have been longer?

Any way we can speed this up?

We have guests arrived later.
Any abdominal pain?

What's that?
Doesn't hurt there?

I need a stool sample.
What is wrong with him?

Impossible to say
until the test results come back.

I'll pre-emptively treat
him for campylobacter.

I knew it. It's the bird faeces.
Bird faeces, yes.

But not necessarily
from a chicken house.

No, it was probably that other time
he was exposed to bird faeces!

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

on my concern
for your child's health.

Antibiotics. Two in the morning,
two in the evening.

Stool.

Uh, stool...

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.

God help me! I was three seconds
away from nearly throttling her!

It would've been better
if you didn't speak at all.

Engaging them
on the topic only made it worse.

Maybe you should defend 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.

You're saying I'm being, what, then?

Well, emotional. Obviously.
It's a product of hormonal imbalance.

Of course.
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
with your friend Edith.

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 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.

Great. Good for you.

You're wearing odd shoes.

Huh? Oh.

I-
Shut up, Martin.

Get down. Get down.

That was supposed to last two days!

(SIGHS)

Our Jim told me to come back here.

I 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
to 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 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.

Well...I'd still like the district
nurse to keep an eye on you.

There's no need. Joan's doing that.

No, Joan's not qualified.

(GROANS) Oh, never mind, then!

Come on, Jim!

Things to do.

Sorry about this, but the Wenns have
requested the long arm of the law.

It was an accident.
Right.

How do you accidentally
lock someone in a chicken coop?

No. I mean I didn't expect the boy
to have a panic attack, to get ill.

You see, if it was down
to me, you'd get a medal.

You see them, hooligans, running
around the town causing havoc.

No respect for their elders.
Even less for the law.

I can't believe
this is happening to me.

I know I made a mistake.

But I'm not a...a bad person.

It's just that sometimes
things build up, get on top of you.

Mmm, I'm not going to write that down

because, frankly, Mrs Norton,
it makes you sound a little crazy.

They've already sent me
a lawyer's letter demanding money!

Please, tell me what I can do
to make things better.

Well, not locking
children up in chicken coops

would be an excellent start.

Off the record,
Mrs Norton, I feel for you.

The Wenns' money problems
are common knowledge.

Now I'm not saying they're exploiting

this situation for financial gain.
(They are.)

But these "no win, no fee" lawyers,
they're like attack dogs.

Don't give up
until they've tasted blood.

And then they just keep chewing

until there's nothing left but bones.

If I was you, I'd get a good lawyer.
You're going to need it.

Oh!

Get off!
Your blood pressure's raised.

The Wenns are demanding money,
Martin.

Ignore them.

If she does, they'll sue.
She could end up with nothing.

If it comes to it,
I'll help you with a solicitor.

I always find negotiation to be one

of the most potent tools
in my armoury.

That and pepper spray.

Anyway, it's good to talk.
Shut up!

Perhaps if I explain from my side.

No, I wouldn't do that.

TYRES SQUEAL

Oh...

This has all got out of hand.

I apologise for my part
in what happened.

Couldn't we put it all behind us?

The fact is,
our son is getting worse

and you're responsible for that.

Barging in with a half-hearted
apology isn't going to change it!

I am sorry. I shouldn't
have put your son in the hut.

That can't have made him ill.

We're not going to let you
wriggle out of this.

Probably best you go now,
Mrs Norton.

And from now on, we'd prefer to
communicate through our solicitor.

Don't come round again. We're
not interested in your excuses.

It's just...the test came back.

It wasn't the chickens.
It was nothing to do with me.

Are you sure about that?
Yes, of course.

Well, I'd like to see those results.
DOOR CLANGS

We rang you half an hour ago!

What's going on?
I hear the test results are back.

Why wasn't I informed?
I know it's your job to tell them.

But I couldn't stand the accusations.

I need to see the boy.
Wait for me outside.

It says, "No Pancake Day,
no paragliding,

and absolutely no pets."

Switch the television off.
It's the last two minutes.

I said turn it off!

Feeling worse?
Yeah, you're here.

Shouldn't you be preparing
the hors d'oeuvres?

(GROANS)
So what is wrong with him, then?

Doesn't seem to be responding
to the antibiotics.

I didn't think it is campylobacter.

Yes, well, your aunt's already
told us that.

Oh, yes.

Do you know what it is or don't you?
No, not yet.

Going to switch him to a course
of anti-amoebic drugs.

You're going to give my child
more drugs and you don't know?

I don't have to treat him
if you don't like it.

BELL RINGS

Oh, Mrs Selkirk!

Oh, how are you doing?

Bearing up.

I need some more
of that spray for the knee.

Arthritis flaring up?

And do you have
any of those whatsit drops?

I've got a terrible sore eye.

Could you please
let me get a word in edgeways?

I am.

Oh, no, dear. Not you.

I'm sorry.

Jim! I've already told you!

I got the dog food. It's in the bag!

Right. I'll just get what you need.

And you...

You just wait here and finish
off your little conversation.

I didn't mean 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! Seemed hell-bent on suing
me for something I haven't done!

You don't know that. What if the
results say it is your fault?

I don't know.
No, you lie and drag me into it!

I can't lose the farm!

I am a doctor! I have
to prioritise 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 jeopardise 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!

Good afternoon, doctor.

I need to get some Tinidazol, 400mg.

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 we have a diagnosis.

Time of life.

Goodbye.

Come back soon.

I'm always here for you.

So someone sent you a CD
in the post.

Doctor Milligan.

Give it to me.

"Sorry you felt uncomfortable
seeing me.

I hope this helps."

What's she like, then?
Who?

Doctor Milligan.
He's a he.

Oh.

There's about a thousand questions
I'd like to ask you at this point.

PHONE RINGS

Al used to make me mix tapes
when we started going out.

Of course,
he's got awful taste in music.

Sweaty men
screaming down a microphone.

Ammo-ebiassis, Theo Wenn.

Amoebiasis?

That's endemic in regions

where they have inadequate
modern sanitation systems.

Well, that's not us,
not unless we've given up plumbing.

Bet the Wenns will be
pleased you cracked it.

Probably invite you for lunch,
the weirdos.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Right. Rearrange my next appointment.

Joan.

Calm down. What? Where are you?

Fine. I'll be there immediately.

The ambulance is on its way.

I haven't moved her.
What happened?

I don't know.
I found her lying in the sheep pen.

You didn't shut her in there?
No, I did not, Martin!

Right, just round the corner.

BAAHING

Well, go on, Martin!

All right, shoo.

Get out of my way. Come on.

Get! Get! Get!

Mrs Selkirk? God.

Mrs Selkirk?

Sheila went for me.

Who is Sheila?
Jim's favourite.

She's over there.

She knocked me right over
and then stood on my elbow.

Joan, could you hold that
in place, please?

Right, let me see this.

Well, you got that from a tick bite.

I get them all the time.

You don't usually react like that.

Mrs Tishell said you were
having problems with your eye.

Martin...
Have you had flu symptoms?

I had a cold a while back.

I think you might
be suffering from lyme disease.

If left untreated, it can lead
to neurological impairment.

And in your case, hallucinations.

I'm not having hallucinations.

Yes, you are.
Hang on. Jim?

Yeah, I'm just about to ask.

Who's going to look after Sheila?

Don't worry. I'll make sure
the sheep are taken care of.

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.

Oh, Sheila!

Right... Auntie Joan,
you stay with Mrs Selkirk

till the ambulance gets here.
I have to see the Wenn family.

They'd be pleased to know
results came in.

You aren't responsible
for that boy's illness.

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.

Oh! They're busy!

Have you had diarrhoea
since you came back from holiday?

Everyone gets a bit of it
on holiday, don't they?

Claire! We need the starters!

Yeah! Yeah!
How long have you had it?

Oh, does it matter?

Look at me,
dressed up like a penguin!

(BLOWS)
Oh! Don't!

ON TV: A sleepover?
Well, who are you going to-

Hey!
What do you want?

You're obviously feeling better.

Your body reacted well
with the drugs.

Uh-uh. I'm still ill.
I don't feel better.

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.

(BLOWS)
POP!

(GAGS)

(COUGHS)

I just saved your life.

Imagine if that had happened
with nobody here to help you.

You'd have died.

Doctor Ellingham, welcome.

Do you know everyone?
No.

Doctor, did you finally manage to
discern our son's mystery illness?

Be careful with that
unless you want to leave here

with an amoebic infection.

(LAUGHS)

You wouldn't know
from his reputation,

but the doctor here
has a wonderful sense of humour!

No, I haven't.
The boy's suffering from amoebiasis.

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 more attention
to your son's wellbeing

and a little less time
organising dinner parties

to impress the village idiots
and hiring solicitors.

Enjoy your meal!

Excuse me.

They got me bringing homework over.

Oh, right. At least they care
enough about that.

No, I just think
they like ordering people around.

Nice if they applied that discipline-
BOTH: Their own boy.

Exactly.

Well, sooner or later,
they'll have to own up.

They'll have to take responsibility
for their own child.

Yes.

Would you like me
to take the homework in?

No, I can manage.
Got the right shoes on.

Yes.

DOCTOR MILLIGAN ON CD:
So please, sit down.

Take a few deep breaths.

Close your eyes.

Imagine you are in theatre.

The patient is prepped.
The field is sterile.

Try and remember
how it felt to be there.

Try and recall every sense.

You walk towards the patient.

You pick up a scalpel.

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

Away from men
who think pregnancy is a disease.

Morning!

You've got something
on your shoulder.

Driving in, it just rushed
out in front of the truck.

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