Doc Martin

How long have you been up for?

An hour or so. I couldn't sleep.

Did James wake you?

No, I've been trying to write my resignation Letter.

- I'm just struggling with it. - Why?

Because I've been at the school since I was five, Martin.

I thought you'd made your mind up.

Well, yes, I have.

You're overstretched. - I know.

Do you want me to write it for you?

No. It's... It's just difficult.

Shouldn't be. "Dear so-and-so, I am writing to inform you

that I would like to hand in my resignation as headmistress... "

Martin. Really, it's not helping.

... three... four...

... five... six...

- Come on! - ... seven...

... eight...

This is great! Nine!

Ten!

- Everybody all right? - Yeah.

OK, we're going to head around...

There we go.

All right, ship oars!

All right. OK, get yourselves ready.

Training starts in ten minutes sharp.

Ms Taylor. Welcome back to Portwenn.

PC Penhale.

You're looking good. Have you been working out?

Erm... As umpire this year, I'd like a nice clean race.

Unlike last year.

We beat you fair and square last year.

Only on a technicality, after a rather protracted appeal.

Not so square and fair.

Well, I don't make the rules. I just...

know them better than anyone else, apparently.

Really? What's rule 20, then?

All gigs must complete races by following the course as instructed.

Actually, you're wrong.

No, you're right.

Hold up!

I think we're definitely getting better.

- Huh! That's debatable. - Good morning.

Good morning.

Looking good.

Thank you.

Hm.

Come on then. Let's go.

They look properly confident.

Course they're confident. They've won four in a row.

Well, Ellie, like I always say,

it's what you do today that counts, not yesterday.

All we need to do is follow Eric's lead.

He's in the stroke position, setting the rhythm.

- I think we've got a real chance. - Argh!

- Ooh! - Dad?

- I'm OK, I'm OK. Move the boat! - All right. Move the boat.

Keep moving her forwards.

Good one, Pippa.

- You crocked our best rower. - It weren't my fault.

- What's happened? Is it your hand? - My finger.

Oh, man up!

I'm sure its not as bad as you think.

I'll head to the doc's, see if he can fix it.

Ellie, you'll need to cover for me at the fish stall.

What? I didn't even wanna do this in the first place.

- It was your idea. - Ellie!

And now I've got to work at the stall

and wear that stupid hat and stink of fish?

I'm in a lot of pain right now.

So, please, open up the fish stall.

What's wrong with your leg?

Not that there's anything wrong with your legs.

It's an old training injury.

It's what they call dedication.

Dedication looks pretty painful.

I'll see you at the garage at five.

I'm so sorry I can't meet for lunch.

Bye, sweetie. I'm sorry. I'm late. Bye.

Morwenna, stop messing around with boats and open the surgery.

I need to go and get changed.

Doc. A minute of your time.

This is Dr Ellingham.

He'll have a look at your legs... leg.

Yes, it's actually quite painful now so...

If you want a consultation, make an appointment.

- You could tell me what it is. - It's a leg.

If you want me to diagnose your condition, come to the surgery.

"It's a leg"!

Al! Al! A little bit of help.

I'm very busy, Dad.

Al! Al...

What is it?

I'm in agony up here.

Right. OK!

Oi. You took your time.

I'm packing cases. What's happened?

It's my foot.

You've got to get me up the hill... to see the doctor.

What, now?

No, no, not if it's inconvenient.

I'm about to pass out cos of the excruciating pain

that is throbbing through my toe. But if you'd rather wait,

you know, have a bit of breakfast, read the paper...

Would you take James, please?

- What's wrong with your arm? - Nothing, it's just a rash.

- Let me see. - It came up overnight.

- Looks like lichen planus. - What's that, then? Is it contagious?

No. Come to the surgery. I'll prescribe something.

But don't scratch it! You'll make it worse.

Goodbye, James. Have a good day.

Ohh! Ooh!

You all right?

Don't make a fuss, Doc. I've got to get to work.

Just tripped on the last step.

Ignore him, Doc. He's got two left feet.

It's all right. Doc says it's not contagious.

How's the leg?

I thought it'd be better by now.

- Ooh! The size of that lump! - Oh.

It wasn't as big as that this morning.

Maybe I should go and see that doctor of yours.

I strongly advise you do.

As umpire, I have discretion to decide

if people are physically fit for the competition or not.

Also, that looks terrifying.

Yes. Fine, I'll go and see that Dr Ellington after practice.

- Ellingham. - What?

It's Dr Ellingham.

- ... gham. - Right.

It's up there.

Just tell him Joe Penhale sent you. He'll know what you mean.

Oh. Right. So he'll see me quicker if I mention your name?

Probably not, no.

So why did you bring this up?

You were trying to impress me.

Did it impress you?

No.

Think you can fix it?

It's not broken. It's dislocated.

Look that way.

Argh! Bit of warning next time, Doc.

- Can you feel that? - Yeah.

Good. I'll need to splint that and bandage it.

- How long will that be for? - Come back in three days.

But it will need to stay bound for at least two weeks.

- No, no, no, Doc. We've got the race. - No. You're not racing.

There's got to be a way. I've convinced Ellie to get involved.

Spends most of her time on her bloody phone.

She'll be pretty annoyed if she has to row without me.

Can't you just give it an injection or something?

You need to rest your hand to avoid doing further

and more serious damage to yourself.

- This is important. - No, it's not.

It's a boat race.

- So? - Sorry, Morwenna.

Oh, Doc, wasn't there anything else you could do?

No, there wasn't.

Doc, can you help me here?

Yes. Go through.

You know if I could race, I would.

Where am I gonna find somebody last minute to take your place?

Oh, no, no. I mean, I wish I could, I really do

but I need to look after the pub tomorrow,

- especially as Dad's not so well. - Oh, cheers.

- It's gout. - Gout?!

- But I don't drink port, Doc. - Gout's got nothing to do with port.

Babies get gout. There's often a genetic predisposition

towards a high level of uric acid in the blood.

That's very interesting, Doc, but I'm in agony here.

Yes, I'll prescribe you naproxen to dull the pain

and test your blood to see if you'd benefit from allopurinol,

but that's a long-term solution.

I need to get back on my feet so I can help out.

Isn't there some quick fix you can give me?

No. It doesn't work like that. Keep your foot raised for a week,

put an ice-pack on your toe and drink plenty of water.

Well, if you can't help me,

can you think of anyone else who can?

You used to row, didn't you, Mr Cleveland?

I did, yes. In fact, I rowed alongside your grandfather, Morwenna.

- Really? I didn't know that. - Before your time, of course.

If you're in a real bind I could get into the boat again and...

You're all right, Mr C. I'm sure we'll find someone.

Thanks though.

Oh. All right, Alice?

I'd like to see Dr Ellington.

It's Ellingham, Ellingham.

Yeah, Ellingham. I should be able to squeeze you in in about an hour.

- Is there nothing earlier? - I'm in no rush.

She can go before me.

Oh.

I hear you're a man down. I do hope you find someone.

Won't be much of a contest otherwise.

Mind you...

Yes, maybe this year will be different, eh? Take a seat.

Maybe.

- Everything OK, Dad? - I've got gout, boy.

I've got to put my leg up for a week.

- What about the pub? - I'm the invalid here.