Doc Martin

Go knock at the door.

- Can I help you? - Ah!

We've got an appointment to see the doctor.

No, you haven't.

- Yes, we have. - That's impossible.

The surgery's closed and has been for some time.

You'll have to go to Wadebridge.

Oh, well... I spoke to a Dr Ellingham yesterday.

- No, you didn't. - Uh, excuse me, yes, I did.

I was told to come here at 9am this morning, so...

you're very much mistaken.

What?

Oh, this is ridiculous. My child's here to see the doctor.

I told you - you'll have go to Wadebridge.

Martin. They're here to see me.

- Come in, I'm so sorry. - Thank you.

You must be Dr Ellingham.

- Oh, no, no, I'm not... - She's not a doctor.

No, I am a qualified child counsellor, though.

- Pretty much the same thing, isn't it? - No, it isn't.

- Why are you so breathless? - Well, I don't know.

Cos you live at the top of a hill.

Martin, don't you think it's about time for her nap?

No. 20 minutes yet.

Aw. What's your name?

- Mary. - Mary Elizabeth.

- She's four months... - Nearly.

They're so cute at that age. Shame it doesn't last, eh?

- Come through. - Come on.

James, the white wheel goes at the top, not the green.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Sorry for that confusion, Martin used to be a doctor.

Well, well, he still is, he's just not practising any more.

So we still get people regularly knocking at the door,

expecting the surgery to be open, and... and it's not.

Well, I've just moved here,

so I wouldn't know about any of that.

- Oh, do you work locally? - From home.

Yeah, I run my own small graphic design business -

wedding invitations and the like.

Or if you need any business cards, I can offer you a good rate.

Well, I'll bear that in mind. So, you must be Dylan.

Are you looking forward to starting at the school?

Say hello to the doctor, Dylan.

Erm, no, I'm not a doctor.

I'm Mrs Ellingham, or you can call me Louisa if you want.

Look, he's been like this for a while.

Moody, withdrawn.

I'm just a bit worried about him, aren't I?

I am in the middle of a D-I-V-0-R-C-E, so...

Yeah, well, why don't you take a seat outside,

and Dylan and I will, will have a little chat,

we'll get to know each other.

OK. Don't give the nice doctor any of your nonsense, all right?

I don't want to sign the petition. I just want some cough medicine.

It's store policy.

If you want something, you need to sign.

- I'll go somewhere else, then. - Fine.

Don't complain to me if your cough turns into bronchial pneumonia

and there's no doctor about to help you!

Sally.

Before you purchase your product, you need to sign the petition.

I don't think you should be doing this.

Well, it's my shop, I'm perfectly within my rights.

- How many signatures you got? - Every flood starts with a trickle.

Doesn't matter if you've got 5,000 signatures,

you're not gonna change anything.

The doc's made his decision.

Someone has to change his mind, then.

The doc doesn't change his mind.

Cos he's forgotten what it's like to be out there, saving lives.

It's the thrill of it all.

It's not like you can just conjure up

some medical emergency out of nowhere.

You know, maybe it's time to, you know...

- Escalate it. - Let it go.

- You're right. - I am?

Of course.

Oh, like you said,

it's not like I can conjure up a medical emergency from nowhere.

You know, bring him to his senses.

OK. Good.

Good talk.

For the doctor.

Oow!

These are what we call "feeling cards".

Do any of these rabbits here

remind you of how you feel about your parents separating?

I'm not a rabbit.

No. No, I know you're not. It's just...

this rabbit is happy.

And this one is angry.

And look, see, this one is sad.

I'm eight years old.

OK. Yeah. No rabbits, then.

I'm not the problem.

It's my mum.

What about your mum?

She's...

...she's gone weird.

Looks complicated. Probably easier just to buy a new one.

Can I help you?

Er, I need a glass of water, if that's OK.

Yes. I'll get it.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

God. Some folk say that it's rude to stare, you know.

- What are you doing?! - I'm just checking something.

Get your hands off me!

- It's like her batteries have run out. - Mm.

Sometimes she goes to bed before me...

No. I've been having difficulty since I walked in here.

...and she still can't get up in the morning.

- ..over-stepped your line! - Sorry, just, er, just a second.

I don't know you, all right?!

Who do you think you are? We are strangers.

But to, sort of, touch me and have an opinion on me.

I only came here because of my son. And there you are,

you're staring at me like a weirdo.

Martin? What's going on?

- She was unable to swallow properly. - He grabbed my face.

- I didn't grab it. I steadied it. - Right, OK.

Martin, I'm with a client. And you agreed to stay out the way.

Yeah, I'm so sorry.

I can only apologise on behalf of myself and Martin.

I've done nothing to apologise for.

Well, sorry, but you should! Manhandling me!

You see, you're still struggling to breathe.

Doctor! Oh, Doctor, I've had a mishap!

No, I-I-I can't treat you, I'm no longer registered.

See? You're not actually a doctor!

I would have gone to Wadebridge,

but I didn't want to bleed all the way there.

- Martin. Mary. - Yes...

No. I'm with a client.

Fine, I'll go.

- Sit there, Mrs Tishell. - Yes.

Oh. Oh, right.

I'll remove the staples and dress the wound...

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing. Nothing's wrong with him.

It's just a perfectly normal reaction to blood.

Be quiet. I'm fine. HE CLEARS THROAT

Sorry.

I want you out!

I'm fed up with you... your bone idleness.

- You can take this... - All right, Dad?

- Erm... everything OK? - Fine, yes. Great.

- But... - And this!

- Oh, I'm here to pick up the champagne. - Oh, yes, of course.

Maybe it's best you come back a bit later, though.

- Right, because, er... - Take them... take them all!

And good riddance!

Just a bit of a domestic.

If you wanna apologise, I'll be staying at Al's!

Er, no, no, that's not a good idea, Dad.

Put this lot in the van.

I'm going before she starts throwing down the heavy stuff.

I'm so sorry about Martin.

He's the one who should be apologising.

I'm stressed. You know?

All I wanted was someone to make sure that my son was OK.

- I know, and I'd love to continue this. - Dylan, come on. Hurry up.

I'll be in touch, then. Yeah?

Come on.

There. You can go.

If the pain continues or the bleeding starts again,

- make an appointment in Wadebridge. - Thank you, Doctor.

How was it for you?

How was what? This.

You seemed to be back in your element.

Maybe you needed something like this

to remind you of what you've been missing.

- Sometimes we all need a little... - Yes. Thank you.

- We're finished here, Mrs Tishell. - Going...

going...

Was all that really necessary?

- Well, she was bleeding. - Not Mrs Tishell. Abigail.

This is my place of work

and you're picking fights with my clients.

Well, you saw. She choked on that water and her breathing was laboured.

Sounds like you're looking for problems that aren't there.

No, I'm not.

How would you feel if I started butting in with your patients?

Well, that's not the same thing, is it?

- I don't have any patients. - You don't, no.

So stop acting like you do.

Why do we still have this dog's basket?

Oh, no, don't throw it out.

James is still attached to it. He still misses Buddy.

It's been three months.

- Maybe we should get a new dog. - Absolutely not.

- Are you gonna throw it out, then? - I'll do something with it tomorrow.

Anyone might think you missed him, too.

Don't be ridiculous.

Erm, sorry, where's all the cutlery?

Ah. Er, yes.

I rearranged the drawers to optimise the usage of space. There.

Doesn't this concern you?

Why, no, it makes more sense.

You were considered one of

the finest medical minds of your generation,