Doc Martin

Right. That's me done.

Just a minute. No. Last night it wasn't just a minute.

Same again this morning. I've got stuff I really need to do.

The bloody generator's packed up.

Well, if you hadn't tried to cut corners

by hiring this heap of junk...

Cut corners? You know how much this is costing me.

No, I don't. And I've really got to go.

And there he goes. Walking away.

Leaving me to do it all on my own.

Can't even spare five minutes for his old man.

Now, that's my boy.

Louisa?

Yes.

What time is your taxi coming?

Ten.

Right.

Erm...

My first patient's here.

Yeah.

It's gonna need to be completely stripped down and overhauled.

Well, how many hours is that gonna take? The party kicks off at 12.

Hours? More like days, Dad.

I can't afford to hire a new one.

Look, what if we run some cables from the restaurant

and power everything up that way? I don't know.

You risk overloading the circuit.

What's life without a little bit of a risk? Come on.

I've really got to go. Oh, yes. Your big business presentation.

Yes. Fitting holidays for the tourists.

Yes. Well, I just don't get it.

Well, luckily, it's Ruth I'm pitching the idea to.

Ten minutes. That is all I'm asking to get those cables up and running.

15 at the most.

Now, come on! Chop, chop!

Time's a wastin'.

Well, I can't exactly remember when it was.

It was a long time ago, I can tell you that.

And it was before my sister come up to stay.

Before you noticed that thing there.

I just can't concentrate.

I can't concentrate on my horses...

Doctor?

Er...roll up your sleeve.

My what? Your sleeve.

Shoulder.

You'll need two more shots over the next couple of weeks. Why?

Because if you don't...

Ah!

..you will get rabies.

What? Your inoculation.

I didn't come here for an inoculation.

I came here because of my headaches.

What? Are you sure?

Well, of course I'm sure.

Er...I suggest you take 1,000mg of paracetamol twice a day.

Keep warm, plenty of fluids. Is there any pain behind your eyes?

No. It's my head.

Head-ache. Hence the bloody name.

I didn't come here to have you stick things in me.

The inoculation is quite harmless.

Some patients report side effects.

A mild fever, rash, vomiting.

You should be fine. Oh, thank you, Doctor.

Thank you very much (!)

Excuse me, please. Please!

Erm...have you got everything?

I think so, yes.

I can...I can drive you to the airport.

Well, my taxi's outside.

You've got surgery.

Bottles. Sorry?

The baby bottles you rinsed and left by the sink upstairs.

Did you pack them?

Actually, no.

You take James.

I'm sorry about all this.

I'll call you when I get there. Yes.

And remember...

Keep hydrated. Try and stretch your legs during the flight.

I will. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

You hear that, Doc?

It's a crackling, wheezing noise.

Oh, here's me meant to be singing

in the Braddock Folk Festival next week.

Who's gonna want to listen to that?

Stop coughing!

Doc?

Ruth!

I think she's gone up to the farm, Doc.

Thanks for your help (!)

Tosser.

I've run all sorts of tests. Blood pressure, blood sugar, blood levels.

ECG, routine MSU. Nothing shows up as abnormal.

Unless I'm missing something. Oh, for God's sake, Martin.

This isn't a medical issue. You must know that.

You loved being a surgeon, didn't you? Yes, I did.

And yet you developed a psychosomatic reaction

against blood, which meant you couldn't continue.

And you loved Louisa.

Yet you shut down and shut down and shut down,

until you pushed her away.

No. I didn't want her to go.

Well, why did you let her leave? Why didn't you stop her?

I couldn't.

Because you don't believe you deserve her, do you?

How could she love someone like you?

That's what I think you believe.

It's my understanding...

that hemophobia generally has its roots

in some sort of childhood incident or trauma.

That doesn't apply to me. I had a healthy childhood.

Physically, maybe.

But I watched you grow up...

..and I remember a vulnerable and sensitive four-year-old boy.

And I remember a six-year-old who'd all but shut down

because of the remoteness of his father

and the coldness of his mother.

Do you really want to be with Louisa?

Of course I do.

Then you must change.

It's your choice, Martin. Anybody can change.

You'd have to work hard.

Harder than most.

If you're not willing to do that... then leave the poor girl alone.

I saw Louise leaving this morning.

Yes.

She had bags.

That's right.

You're just lucky I'm here for you.

Why are you here?

Do you really want to talk about that now?

Yes. Very well.

I erm...

..I made mistakes, Martin.

I said some very unpleasant things the last time I saw you.

I just want to apologise.

And your father had things he wanted to say as well.

Such as?

That he loved you.

He just wasn't able to say it.

He had plenty of opportunities. Why didn't he tell me himself?

He wanted me to tell you.

I suppose he knew he was running out of time.

What, he told you before he died? Yes. At the hospital.

You said he had a stroke.

Yes. Followed by complications.

That's what the doctor said to me.

My father told you these things when he was in hospital for the last time?

He was so proud of you.

He was sorry he never told you. But he told you? Yes.

He told you as he lay there having suffered from a stroke

so severe it was about to kill him. And he made himself understood?

It was very important to him. His speech wasn't slurred or garbled?

No. Not that I recall. Remarkable.

Quite unlike any stroke I've ever heard of.

Perhaps it wasn't a stroke. I was confused.

It could have been his heart, Martin.

His heart. A cardiac arrest?

Well, they did that thing with electric paddles.

No, they didn't. You made that up. You made this whole thing up.

It was how he felt. He just wanted me to reassure you.

So you decided to lie to me? For your benefit.

Not for my benefit!

I have no home to go to.

Your father died and left hardly any capital to speak of.

I see.

I need some money, Martin.

Just enough to buy a small apartment in Lisbon.

Maybe...300,000.

200,000?

I don't think so.

You would see me homeless? Destitute?

Cast out in the streets?

Of course not.

Thank you.

I wouldn't see you. I'd have no further contact with you at all.

You always were an awkward, strange little boy.

I didn't think you spent enough time in my company to realise.

Not surprised your wife walked out on you.

You better get used to being on your own.

I have a patient to see.

Please make sure you're gone by the time I get back.

Sorry I'm late, Ruth. Had a bit of a problem at the...

At the restaurant.

It's all right. Take a moment. Catch your breath.

So...

How do you want to do this?

Well, I presume you have an idea and a business plan.

So I believe it will be best if you talked and I listened.

Yeah, right.

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

So, er... Right.

Look at this farmhouse.

Look at it.

It's lovely and everything, isn't it?

But it's doing nothing.

What if it wasn't?

What if it was doing... bed and breakfasts?