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[ Bell tolling ]
Eight minutes late.
Doctor, I'm so sorry.
I can't believe Joan's dead.
Right.
While I've got you, can I just say
those pills you gave me last week made me ever so dizzy..
-No. -...and nauseous.
I was wondering if you could change my prescription.
Go away.
Hello.
Hello.
Condolences, that sort of thing.
Yes.
Your father's not here, of course.
DOC MARTIN: No.
Good.
Um, can I introduce myself?
Well, you'll have to. He won't.
I'm Louisa Glasson.
Oh, yes, you're the schoolteacher
Joan kept on about.
I see you had the child.
I'm Ruth, Martin's aunt.
Louisa, would you take her into the church?
Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
So, you're Joan's sister.
That's right.
I'm sure Martin's told you all about me.
Oh, yes, yes, of course he has.
Don't lie, dear.
But if you must, do it with conviction.
Poor old Joan.
That woman was everything to you.
[ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Thank you.
Of course, I saw it coming.
What?
Mrs. Norton's myocardial infarction.
The signs are obvious to a pharmacist.
You should have said something, then.
Didn't like to. Not my place.
Glad she didn't suffer.
Mm.
Though just once, I'd like to deal
with something violent, something suspicious,
you know, a ***, manslaughter.
I'd settle for a suicide.
Well, fingers crossed, then, eh?
My condolences, sir, at this difficult time.
You're late.
Not really.
We should have started 10 minutes ago.
We got stuck behind some cows on the road.
Well, you should have allowed for that.
Come on.
So, we have six pallbearers?
No, only five. He can't lift heavy weights.
Yes, I can!
Well, you shouldn't,
unless you want the next funeral to be yours.
-I could go number six. -Right.
Oh, I'm not sure about that.
Dad, I can do it.
Really? You don't think it might --
Oh, for God's sake, let's just get my aunt into the church.
Al, come through.
[ Somber organ music playing ]
Thought there'd be more flowers.
Don't know why.
Good turnout, though.
Joan would be pleased.
Well, if she wasn't...
Dead? Yes.
Anyway...
Sorry. I'm no good at small talk.
Oh, that's all right.
My upbringing gifted me
with a chronic case of social awkwardness --
Middle-child syndrome,
distant mother, overbearing father,
and a succession of quasi-*** encounters at a very young age.
I either alienate or overshare.
Just like now, in fact.
Do you see much of Martin?
Not much.
We speak on the phone at Christmas.
So, are you going to have another attempt at a wedding?
You look the type.
It's a little bit complicated.
[ Dissonant notes play ]
[ Somber organ music plays ]
-You okay? -Yeah, fine.
Aah!
Oh!
[ Baby crying ]
-No! -I tripped. Sorry.
-Did you hurt yourself? -I don't think so.
Well, get up, then.
All right! It was an accident.
Be quiet. Take his place.
[ Grunts ]
You sure you're okay?
[ Somber organ music plays ]
[ Baby crying ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
Joan Norton died of a heart attack.
Cardiovascular disease causes more deaths in this country
than any other medical condition.
[ Baby crying ]
Joan was overweight, refused to exercise,
and had a poor diet.
[ Clears throat ]
I'll, um, take him outside.
Cardiovascular disease is caused by a buildup of atheroma
in the walls of the arteries around the heart.
3021, from Tango Delta -- receiving?
3021, receiving?
Tango Delta, receiving. Go ahead.
A lorry's shed its load on the A39.
Can you deal? Over.
Stand by. Stand by.
[ Cellphone plays "William Tell Overture" ]
I'll call you back.
I'm in a church.
No, it's a funeral.
A good percentage of the people in this church
are clinically obese.
[ Baby crying ]
Oh. Oh, should I get some help?
I'm okay, thanks.
It's my back.
I-I pulled a muscle.
Well, maybe you should go and see Martin.
I don't think he'll want to be disturbed,
what with everything --
No, no, I meant at the surgery. See, he's here till Friday.
-[ Groans ] -Um, now, look.
I think I've got some paracetamol.
I've already taken quite a few.
Leave you to it, then.
Sorry.
Eating a healthy diet and keeping physically active
not only protects your heart,
but reduces the risk of a stroke or dementia.
[ People clearing throats ]
And that's all I have to say.
Hymn number 13, "Abide With Me."
[ Organ plays "Abide With Me" ]
♪ Abide with me ♪
♪ Fast falls the eventide ♪
♪ The darkness deepens ♪
♪ Lord, with me abide ♪
♪ When other helpers ♪
♪ Fail and comforts flee ♪
♪ Help of the helpless ♪
♪ O, abide with me ♪
Anyone drive a blue Merc?
[ Murmuring ]
So, Pauline decided to give it a miss, then?
Well, it's a bit of a drive from Bristol.
And she couldn't get the time off work.
Well, didn't she tell her boss why she wanted it?
I don't know the details, Dad.
These savories aren't gonna serve themselves.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Dear.
Oh, thank you.
I really don't see the point in this.
I'm going home.
We've only just arrived.
Everyone's so busy drinking their free wine,
they wouldn't notice if we were here or not.
I think I'll stay for a little bit longer,
if that's all right with you.
Yes.
You all right?
Yes.
May I?
Yeah.
I never thought I'd be doing this with one of yours.
No.
Still no name?
Not quite.
You phoned Imperial?
Yes. I left a message for Robert.
Will he mind if you stay?
He's only got to find a locum for two weeks.
CHRIS: Well, I'm very grateful.
And it means you get to keep Martin a little while longer.
Puts off the moment you have to fend for yourself.
I won't be "fending."
I'll be fine without Martin.
Oh, of course.
I-I didn't mean, um --
Food. I'm starving.
LOUISA: Yeah.
If you are staying for another fortnight,
maybe we should move in to the surgery.
Well, I sort of assumed that we would.
Yeah, I suppose it does make sense for us to stay together
for the little time we've still got.
Well, if you want to prolong that time,
then you could always come with me.
Well, yeah, but there's my job.
They have schools in London, small schools,
with children every bit as dim as the ones you're used to.
AL: Can I, um, tempt you with anything?
No, I was leaving.
Then why don't you go?
I think I will.
Oh, Al, I'll have something.
Bert Large, proprietor.
Ruth Ellingham, psychiatrist.
Do you think I could have a glass of water?
Of course.
RUTH: Martin, can you join me for supper tonight?
I'm staying at The Crab and Lobster.
Um, no.
I'm moving back into the surgery.
That should take up most of the evening.
Pity.
I'm leaving first thing in the morning.
Ah.
Um, actually, it might be a good idea
if you hung on for a couple of days.
There's a few formalities that need sorting out.
Well, I'll have to do some juggling.
Did you know that Joan left you the farm?
Oh.
That bloody woman.
And I only gave her slippers for Christmas.
She was determined to get me out of London.
It's still an option.
Not without Joan.
Thank you.
Right.
[ Exhales heavily ]
No! No!
Go away from here! Go!
Go away! Oh!
Get out! Out!
You don't live here. Go.
[ Growls ]
Right.
[ Growling ]
Here.
Go away.
[ Barking ]
[ Sighs ]
So...
Mm.
I joined a forum for new mums,
posted a question on the website.
Can I use this computer?
Yes. Louisa, you are aware
that the Internet is populated with self-professed experts.
If you want some real medical advice,
I think I could probably help.
You sure?
Okay, Doctor.
So, when you're breast-feeding,
do you have a problem getting your baby
to latch on to the left side?
Right. I'll take these upstairs.
[ Baby crying ]
I've just fed him and burped him, changed him,
cuddled him, jiggled him.
Nothing's working.
Is he hot?
LOUISA: He hasn't got a temperature.
He's fine -- except he can't be.
Sometimes babies just cry.
LOUISA: Maybe I should get him a dummy to suck?
Maybe that will help him sleep.
No, a dummy will increase the risk
of an ear or stomach infection, damage his teeth,
and prevent normal speech development.
Thank you.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
RUTH: What time does the chemist open?
A problem with your eyes?
Just need some drops.
Maybe you're not used to the sea air.
Nothing quite like it.
It irritates my eyes and makes my hair lank.
Ohh!
Bite yourself?
It's just my tongue's sore.
You okay?
It's nothing.
It couldn't hurt to pop up and see your nephew,
get it checked out.
Good advice, duly noted.
Breathe in.
My leg keeps making noises, as well.
-Be quiet. -Clicking noises.
Shh!
[ Telephone ringing ]
Stay there.
It's only a repeat prescription.
Dr. Ellingham?
[ Sighs ]
Ellingham.
Is it an emergency?
Is it an actual emergency?
Call back at lunchtime.
Hello.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Dr. Ellingham?
It should only take a minute.
"Click-click" when I go upstairs.
"Click-click" when I go downstairs.
Is there anything wrong with your hearing?
-It's as clear as a bell. -Stop talking, then.
Mm. You have a mild respiratory infection.
I'll put you on a course of ampicillin.
The noise in your leg -- does it hurt, as well?
No, it just clicks.
-Doc? -Get out!
Take off your trousers.
Well, can't I just roll them up a bit?
-I didn't say you could speak. -[ Telephone ringing ]
Hello?
Oh, hi, there, Sue. No, it's Louisa.
Oh, dear. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Um, I think he can see you on Thursday. 2:00 p.m.?
DOC MARTIN: Yes.
Right. Yeah, I'll make a note of that.
Hope you feel better.
[ Chuckling ] Okay. Bye.
Well, someone's got to do it.
Yes. Mm.
Are you gonna look at my legs or not?
Go through.
Morning!
Chickens and young men.
Joan had quite a menagerie.
Oi.
I'm Al. [ Chuckles ]
Yes. I saw you at the wake yesterday.
Al of the restaurant Large.
[ Chuckling ] Hey.
I thought I'd better take care of Joan's livestock
till things got sorted.
RUTH: Things are sorted.
Joan left the farm to me.
She loved this place.
Yes, and now I have to tidy the poor thing away.
Well, I suppose I'll stay for a week or so
and then decide what to do.
Well, do you want me to carry on doing this or...
Well, it doesn't look very difficult.
I'm sure I can throw food around as well as anyone.
Well, the sheep will need feeding.
Oh. Right.
How many of those?
About a dozen or so.
Depends if any got out in the night.
They'll need some water taken up there today
and most of the veg is ready for digging
and, well -- well, the fields could do with a topping.
Right.
Well, perhaps you'd better stay on, after all.
Mm.
Thank you, Doctor.
No patients?
Well, Harry Pote said he'd be here by now.
[ Yawning ] But I'm not sure who else is coming this morning.
Is it too much for you?
[ Quickly ] No.
No, I don't mind doing reception,
you know, just till you've gone.
[ Baby crying ]
Back in a sec.
Oh, and *** sacks -- remind me.
Dr. Ellingham, I've brought my son to see you.
You're late again. More cows on the road?
No. We had a sudden cremation.
It wasn't like spontaneous combustion.
We had it booked in for tomorrow, but --
Go through.
Not you. Just the patient. You stay here.
But I'd like to know what's wrong with my son.
Then I suggest you speak to him
after I've finished examining him.
Go through. Stay there.
Is your back still hurting?
Yeah, quite a lot now.
Take off your jacket and shirt.
Are you well, generally, apart from your back?
I'm okay.
Any night sweats or fatigue?
I'm a bit tired, but, then, we've been busy lately --
lot of dead people.
Taking any medication?
Just some paracetamol.
Get on the scales.
You lost weight recently?
No.
Always been like this.
Your shoulders are burnt.
Oh, yeah, I-I fell asleep on the beach.
Oh. Get off the scales.
[ Inhales deeply ]
That side hurt more than the other?
Don't think so.
[ Inhales sharply ] Ow.
Ow.
All right, get dressed.
I'm gonna need a urine sample.
Did the pain start suddenly or develop gradually?
It was like I was stabbed.
DOC MARTIN: What were you doing at the time?
Lifting weights in the gym.
DOC MARTIN: How often do you go to the gym?
Uh, every other day or so.
DOC MARTIN: Why?
Well, I'm trying to get a six-pack,
build up my muscle development.
Right. I don't need to --
Aah! Ohh!
[ Crying ] Aah! Aah!
-All right, don't make a fuss. -Aah!
Come on. You can't possibly have hurt yourself.
It's my leg!
What have you done, twisted your ankle?
Something went "crack."
Aah! Ow!
What the hell's going on?
What have you done to my boy?
He pushed me over!
You tripped me up!
Aah!
Why is he screaming like that?
I think he's fractured his tibia.
Um, I'll call an ambulance.
No. No. Don't bother.
I'll take him to the hospital myself.
I think it would be much better if --
Just help me carry him out to the car.
And whatever you do, don't drop him.
[ Thud ]
-Aah! -Mind your head.
Think some farmer might buy our scraps for pig swill?
No.
You might as well throw that in there, as well.
What's that, then?
That's our bank statement. Have you seen our balance?
That's rubbish.
Ohh.
Ugh!
That can't be right. We've had punters every night.
Well, they're not spending enough.
Son, son, no need to panic.
When you've been around as long as I have,
you come to know a thing or two about business.
Now, every problem has a solution and vice versa.
That's all he does, night and day,
just sits there, fiddling with it.
I can't make him stop.
You'd think those hands would fall off.
-I see. -WOMAN: He's addicted.
Those computer games ought to be outlawed.
Is this, uh, really a medical complaint?
Don't.
[ Telephone ringing ]
Ellingham.
-Hold. -What?!
Would you rather be in bed?
No, I'm fine, Martin. I just nodded off for a moment.
Speak to this person, please.
Yes.
DOC MARTIN: Thank you.
LOUISA: Hello. So sorry to keep you waiting.
Oh, dear.
What day might you like to come in?
Here! Al!
Been doing some serious pondering.
Is that why you went down The Crab, is it?
Do my best ponder over a pint or two anyway.
It's a good thing I did.
I took a look at their menu.
-They've gone all gastro. -Gastro?
Well, you know -- pan-fried, locally sourced,
served on a bed of wilted rocket.
Ugh.
They hiked their prices up and all.
But don't worry, son.
I got a plan.
Got a plan?
Oh, God.
BERT: [ Chuckles ] Hear me out, right?
Now, they've gone upmarket.
Mm-hmm.
So we go down-market.
How much lower can we get, Dad?
Well, there's no stopping us.
We do traditional pub grub --
pie and peas, sausage and mash, chips with everything.
And you really think that'll work?
Son, son, son. Leave it with me.
Oh.
AL: All right, Dr. Ellingham?
There's no hot water at the farm.
Yeah, well, Joan was always having a problem
with that boiler.
Like a bite to eat?
No. Thank you.
BERT: We could rustle you up
a large plate of spaghetti carbonara.
[ Chuckles ] Try and get it while you can.
Soon be heading down a whole new culinary avenue.
No.
So, what do I do?
Is there a plumber in the village?
Well, I could have a look at it for you tomorrow
when I come and feed the animals.
You?
I used to be a plumber, with my dad.
Right, then.
Son, we've got responsibilities here, what with the re-launch.
Al's doing a few chores around the farm for me.
Are you, now?
Uh...well, I'm just, um, helping out.
Do you feel threatened, Mr. Large?
This psychiatry that you do --
you got one of those posh clinics,
you know, with the fish tanks
and the cushions and the couch?
I assess the criminally insane at Broadmoor.
Always on the lookout for a personality disorder.
It's an occupational habit. Sorry.
Do you think I could have a glass of tap water?
Uh, well, uh, yes.
At this restaurant, two things are always free --
tap water...and a smile.
[ Coughs ]
[ Knock on door ]
Yes?
[ Doorknob rattling ]
Come in.
[ Doorknob rattling ]
Oh, it's you.
Shut the door.
How's your leg?
HARRY: Not good.
They gave me this envelope,
said you'll want to read the notes, see the X-rays.
Did you bring your urine sample?
HARRY: Oh, yeah.
It wasn't easy with these. I made a right mess.
I had to wait for ages.
You say that as if it was my fault.
It was you pushed me over.
I didn't push you over.
You got in my way.
A fracture like that is normally associated
with violent twisting or direct impact,
neither of which is applicable in your case.
I want you to go back to the hospital.
Why?
Because a perfectly healthy young man
shouldn't break his leg just because he takes a tumble.
And there's blood in your urine.
You've probably got a kidney stone --
back pain on one side.
You'll need an ultrasound scan.
And with a tibia cracking for no good reason,
you need a blood test to check your calcium levels
and a bone-density scan.
Will it hurt?
The scan? No.
You pass a kidney stone, you'll know all about it, though.
And I'll prescribe you some painkillers.
They'll help a little.
Drink plenty of water, about three liters a day.
You might think this is just a chemist's.
Yeah, well, it is.
No. This is the first port of call
for the sick and needy of Portwenn.
Yeah, although,
if there's something proper wrong with them,
they go and see the doctor.
Dr. Ellingham and I work very closely together.
-He relies on me. -[ Bells ding ]
Yeah. Sounds wonderful.
Oh!
Your first customer.
Hello. What seems to be the problem?
Well, see, I broke my leg.
Aw. And how did that happen?
Oh, you know, I was riding my motorbike fast,
-daredevil-like. -Really?
So, a certain local doctor didn't fall on you?
Dr. Ellingham would never injure any of his patients.
Well, he kind of did.
I doubt that very much.
So, can I get these painkillers, please?
Thank you.
Also, can I have some cod liver oil, as well?
Only if you step back a bit.
Bit more.
Okay, now turn around and take down a bottle of mouthwash.
For your fish breath.
DOC MARTIN: Aunt Ruth.
You do realize that vegetables grow on your farm?
If they leapt out of the ground and cleaned themselves,
I might be tempted to cook them.
And are you going to stay?
For the time being.
You know, Martin,
I never thought you'd do serious medicine again.
[ Coughs ]
It makes me very proud.
[ Coughing ]
Aunt Ruth --
Are you all right?
I'm fine. I must be off.
Do you want a glass of water?
[ Exhales heavily ]
I get simply furious
if I don't have my dinner on the table by 6:00.
Do you have allergies?
My shopping, please, Martin.
Love to the family.
Okay, that will be £620, please.
No. Hang on.
[ Bells ding ]
£9.80.
Half-wit.
Thank you.
Miss Glasson.
LOUISA: Hi, there.
[ Bells ding ]
How's the leg?
Yeah, still broken.
Hello, Morwenna.
I thought you got a job at the bakery.
Yeah. They gave me the sack.
Thing is, right, they said I was eating more than I was selling,
but I...
Sorry. I have to get back to the surgery.
Can I just get some nappies, please?
Oh! Run out?
Well, you'll soon learn the ropes, I expect.
[ Bells ding ]
I thought I had a spare packet, and then I couldn't find them.
Morwenna, nappies.
Come on -- chop-chop.
[ Baby cooing ]
[ High-pitched humming ]
[ Singsong voice ] Hello, Master Ellingham.
He's Master Glasson, actually.
That's right.
He never did get married to your mummy, did he?
[ Cooing ]
LOUISA: He's very tired.
What you doing?
LOUISA: Perhaps we could come up to London at the weekends
to see you.
Ah. It's a long journey with a small child just for two days.
It's true.
Still, be nice to see you.
Well, I suppose if there's something he wants to do.
The flat's just around the corner from the Science Museum.
LOUISA: What's it like?
What, you've never been to the Science Museum?
No -- the flat.
Oh, um, it's on the sixth floor.
It's about 900 square foot or thereabouts.
There's a balcony, with a view of the street.
It's very clean.
Nice.
Hmm.
[ Telephone rings ]
[ Coughs ]
Hello, surgery. Can I help you?
Mr. Pote.
Look, look, calm down.
Now, what's wrong?
Okay. Okay.
Well, it's only two weeks.
ROBERT: I can't get a locum to fill in for just a fortnight.
Martin, there's an emergency.
I'm on the phone.
So am I. It's Neville Pote.
I don't care who it is.
-ROBERT: Is this a bad time? -No.
He says his son's in agony.
-Why? -ROBERT: I could call you back.
Uh, no. Hold the line, please.
Harry's locked himself in the loo.
Neville doesn't know what's going on in there.
Well, tell him to find out.
Ugh!
ROBERT: You're busy, so I'll be brief.
George Melton's offered to cover your absence,
but he's not flying back from Durban
for anything less than two months.
How would that sit with you?
You want me to stay here till October?
ROBERT: It would help me on my end,
but, obviously, it's your call.
Apparently, Harry's now lying on the bathroom floor,
screaming like a baby.
I really think you should go and help.
Martin?
Hello?
[ Door closes ]
Mr. Pote?
NEVILLE: What took you so long?
DOC MARTIN: What is the matter with your son?
Something came out when he was having a wee.
What? Do you mean he's passed a kidney stone?
You're the doctor. You tell me.
Poor little boy.
Did you keep the stone?
Oh, I just flushed it away.
DOC MARTIN: Brilliant.
Good God!
What on earth are you do-- What on earth is he doing?
Well, I just thought it might pep him up a bit.
I like to give him a blast on the sunlamps
every now and again.
-Full of vitamin D. -Vitamin D?
NEVILLE: To make him stronger.
I need him to lift the bodies and coffins, see?
DOC MARTIN: Ah, I see, and never mind the risk of melanoma.
A short walk in the sun every day
would give you all the vitamin D you ever need.
[ Sniffs ]
You smell of fish.
I take some cod liver oil every now and again.
Oh, do you?
Is he taking anything else?
He drinks some of them shakes.
What shakes?
NEVILLE: It's all good stuff.
It's all very healthy.
Protein shakes?
How many of these is he having a day?
He has one with every meal and, uh, one before bed.
Are you aware that excess protein consumption
leads to acidic blood?
That sounds bad.
Yes, that's bad.
To compensate for the acidity,
the bones in your body release calcium,
which means that the bones become weak and brittle.
How many of these vitamin D tablets are you taking?
Uh...two or three?
Oh, for God's sake.
Yeah, but they're vitamins. They're good for you.
Not if you take too many, they're not, you idiot.
Hey.
And you're a fool, too, for encouraging him.
At least I never broke his leg.
His leg broke because his bones are brittle.
They are brittle because of too many protein shakes,
too much time under a sunlamp,
too many fish-oil capsules, and too much vitamin D,
which also gave you a kidney stone, by the way.
Now, if you stop taking all this rubbish and burning your skin,
you might just recover by the end of the year.
I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to --
I-I just --
I just wanted to look good.
I...never had a girlfriend, see?
NEVILLE: Oh, don't worry, son.
You'll -- You'll get one soon.
You're a lovely boy.
Isn't he, Doc?
Oh, God.
It's all right for you. You got a wife.
We're not married.
Well, I'll do my best,
but you might be looking at a new boiler.
Ohh. Can't you just hit the old one with a hammer?
My sister thought that low-fat diets
only happened to other people.
[ Sighs ]
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ow.
Oh!
Arthritis? Yeah.
My dad's got a touch of that.
Just a severe case of clumsy.
I once dropped a whole tray of glasses at the restaurant.
I've gone --
You've cut yourself.
RUTH: Oh, damn.
Let's have a look.
It's fine. It doesn't hurt.
Yeah.
You should go and see the doc.
That might need stitches.
No, I'm -- I'm sorry.
No, that's just not possible.
Two seconds.
Because he doesn't make house calls unless it's an emergency.
Louisa?
LOUISA: Friday, 10:30?
No, no, you can't make two appointments
in case you're late for the first one.
Because, well, it doesn't really work like that.
Louisa.
Fine. Yeah.
See you at 10:30.
DOC MARTIN: Mrs. Crumby's test results.
They're on your desk.
Well, I've looked. Please don't do that in here.
Uh, and where exactly do you suggest that I do it, Martin?
Whereabouts on my desk?
I can't remember every tiny little detail, Martin,
but they're definitely somewhere in that room.
Oh, I see.
So, they're not necessarily on my desk,
but definitely somewhere in this room -- excellent!
You need help with your baby?
Um, I-I can manage, thanks.
Well, I could be the nanny or something.
LOUISA: But you already have a job.
Uh, not anymore.
Oh. What happened with Mrs. Tishell?
Nothing.
Well, maybe it's 'cause I called her a droopy cow.
Louisa, we've got a bit of a problem here. Look.
LOUISA: Oh, dear.
Um, Martin? Martin?
Um, uh, come through.
Jabbed myself with a piece of glass.
Uh, come over to the sink.
I'll wash and disinfect it.
Ohh.
[ Sighs]
[ Water running ]
Ohh. It's deep.
Does that hurt?
No.
Right. I'll need to seal that.
Um, hold that tight and take a seat.
That didn't hurt?
No.
You can't feel that, can you?
Oh, leave me alone, Martin.
What exactly were you doing when you cut yourself?
Just finish up.
I want to go. Please.
Thank you.
I'd like to do some tests after this.
I don't have time.
Oh, yeah?
Is there a chicken that needs feeding?
You're hiding something.
[ Sighs ]
I'm dying.
I found out six months ago.
I've got lupus.
Secondary systemic lupus.
Your mother died of that.
[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry, Martin.
You've just lost one aunt.
This is the last thing you need.
What can I do to help?
Just...be there.
I know dying is the natural course of events.
[ Voice breaking ] But...I...
[ Gasping ]
Oh, please, can I have a tissue?
You don't need one.
Huh?
You aren't producing tears.
What tests did your G.P. run?
Eye irritation, muscle weakness, and butterfly rash
were on the symptom list for lupus last time I looked.
Did you diagnose yourself?
Yes.
You do any blood tests?
I didn't need to.
You're not the only doctor in the room, Martin.
Stick your tongue out.
[ Sighs ]
Is this rash permanent?
It comes and goes.
Any seizures or loss of balance?
No.
You have inflamed eyes, you're unable to produce tears,
and your mouth is dry.
Your body is attacking its moisture-producing glands.
I think you're wrong.
I don't think you have lupus.
I think I do.
Then I'll take some blood and run your antinuclear antibodies.
You have Sjogren's syndrome.
It's easily treated --
saline drops, saliva substitutes.
I'm sorry, Aunt Ruth, but you're -- you're going to live.
Not indefinitely, obviously.
I'll write you a prescription,
and I've got some saline drops you can have.
Martin.
Well...
that's that, then.
This house stinks.
[ Clears throat ]
Regurgitated breast milk.
[ Clears throat ]
Oi?
Oh, hello, boy.
Had to take Ruth to the doc's.
She cut her finger.
-She okay? -Yeah.
So, um, need a hand with anything?
[ Baby crying ]
[ Door opens ]
All right, I'll take him.
Thank you.
Uh, Louisa, could I have a word, please?
Yes.
Thank you.
I'd really rather you didn't leave the reception unattended.
It wasn't unattended. I was just upstairs.
The reception is downstairs.
LOUISA: Yes, I know where it is, Martin.
You're talking to me as if I'm a child.
Do you have a problem with how I'm doing the job?
It's not a question of whether I, uh, have a problem.
Right. No, no. That's fine.
Then I shall quit.
-Louisa! -Hmm?
Could you take the baby, please?
That's not our baby.
A lot of my patients say
they find a rural environment very relaxing.
Of course, they also like it as a place to hide the bodies.
[ Chuckles ]
Well, you'll have no trouble getting rid of that farm.
Everybody wants a house in the country these days.
I'm keeping it.
Join me.
I think the silence might be just what I need
to finish my book --
or for that matter, to start it.
What, you want me to carry on with the animals?
Oh, by all means.
And you could help me do the place up.
I mean, there's rustic, and there's shambolic.
Is your daily rate exorbitant?
Well, not when you consider I'm handy with the plumbing,
the carpentry, and the electrics.
I could use a little help here.
Right, then.
Cheers.
Cheers.
The most important thing is to make sure
that patients with appointments go first
and that Dr. Ellingham gets their file when they go in.
-It seems a bit boring. -Well, it's not.
Okay, it might be, but you said you needed work.
Yeah. I do.
So, pay attention,
and, ultimately, it's up to Martin
whether you get the job or not.
Who's this?
All right. I'm Morwenna.
LOUISA: Morwenna Newcross.
I thought maybe she could be the new receptionist.
Is she qualified?
Mm, depends what you mean by "qualified."
I mean does she have training or experience?
Can she work a computer?
I used to work in a bakery.
Is that relevant?
Don't know.
Just thought you might like to know.
Still get discounts on pastries.
And she's a very quick learner.
And, obviously, you weren't very happy
with me as the receptionist.
Well, that doesn't mean I want just anyone off the street.
I honestly think she would do a very good job.
Really?
Of course.
And it's only for a few weeks.
Ah. Uh, actually, no.
It's for two months, at Robert's request.
Oh.
I-I didn't know that.
Uh, yes, I was going to tell you.
Is that good?
Weeks, months, whatever.
Can I have the job or what?
No, of course not.
Leave it with me.
SHIRLEY: I don't trust him anymore.
I think he's planning to do something to me.
Do as I do -- start the day with a strong brew.
Shut up and get out.
Put that down now!
Oh, for God's sake, what do you think I'm gonna do --
throw it at you and hope you swallow some?
RUTH: All right.