Go knock at the door.
DOORBELL RINGS
KNOCKING, SHE PANTS
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. BABY GURGLES
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.
BABY CRIES
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Moody, withdrawn.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-O-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.
STAPLE GUN CLICKS
Ow!
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.
SHE COUGHS
SHE RETCHES
SHE COUGHS
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...
MUFFLED: No. I've been having difficulty since I walked in here.
..and she still can't get up in the morning.
MUFFLED: ..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!
MARY CRIES 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.
WOMAN: 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.
SHE SIGHS
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. 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,
and now you spend your time fixing an endless supply of clocks
and rearranging things that don't need rearranging.
No, it doesn't concern me.
Well, stop it, because it doesn't help when I need to prepare lunch.
I've already prepared lunch. Of course you have.
It's mackerel.
SHE SIGHS I know.
Mm-hm.
All right, I'm off.
Have you finished already? Yeah.
Well, I mean... Well, it is five.
And it's my anniversary, so... Of course.
It's not like we've got a mountain of work to be done.
Go on, enjoy yourself.
I've been here for five months
and you've still got me wearing a trainee badge.
Because you've still got a lot to learn, young lady.
Yeah, well, some people might say
it's just an excuse to pay me a lower wage.
Well, those people would be wrong.
PRINTER BEEPS
So, can I get a promotion, then?
Here you are.
Portwenn Paradise Caravan Park.
Fifteen minutes out of town.
We've been trying to lease it for a while.
You get yourself down there tomorrow, get it sorted,
and we'll, er, see about that badge.
OK. Thanks.
Bye.
TICKING
Martin? I'm just gonna settle Mary down.
Right. Yeah. I'll be up in a minute.
Are you OK? Mm.
This looks nice.
Yeah, well...
We should have gone to a restaurant.
No. This is perfect, really.
DOOR SLAMS
Almost perfect.
Dinner, oh, great, I'm famished.
What are we having?
Well, we are having our anniversary dinner, Dad. I did tell you that.
Oh, yes, right. It's just that Caitlin normally cooks my meals.
DOOR OPENS Oh. And here's Caitlin.
I brought the rest of your stuff. Just put it over there.
Dad was just telling me how much he misses you, Caitlin.
No, I said that I missed her cooking.
Look, I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding,
and if you talk about it...
He's ungrateful. And lazy.
Maybe start with the positives?
She smothers me. Smothers?!
Exactly.
I cook and clean for you. Wash, iron... everything.
I feel trapped, like a bird in a cage.
It's not my fault if you're lazy.
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have a job or a place to sleep.
Al and Morwenna said I can stay with them for the foreseeable future.
I don't think we have.
Al and I are gonna go to work on his food truck.
Er, no, we're not.
He's doing really well,
gone from pulling pints to running his own little empire.
He doesn't want you ruining it!
With my help and investment, he can take things to the next level.
Er, I'm... I'm fine, Dad, really.
You don't have anything to invest.
I've got a nest egg.
SHE SNIGGERS
What nest egg?
Well, don't you think
I've been squirrelling away money for all these years?
I just wanted a business to invest.
And here we are. It's like fate.
I used to think we were fate, too.
Just shows how wrong you can be.
So... did, er... someone mention dinner?
Ooh!
Morning, Doc. Yes.
How's retirement? I'm not retired.
Oh, you're back at work, then? No.
How are you getting on at the butcher's? Estate agent.
That's right, yes. Er, yeah, yeah, it's fine.
I mean, I spend my time behind a desk, buried in paperwork,
with a boss who doesn't appreciate my talents, so...
Right.
You know...
How's little Mary? Er, she's tiny.
Where's your mother? She's in the car.
She says she's too tired to do the shopping.
Hmm. Excuse me.
Hello! Look at you, perving on people.
THEY LAUGH That's not right, that is.
No wonder you got the sack.
I didn't! ALL: Yeah, tosser.
You were sleeping.
Open the window. I'm fine. I'm fine.
You don't seem fine. Let me look at you.
Let me look at you!
Plenty of people take a nap in their car.
Oh... I'm not sure a briefcase is necessary, James.
You know, most children, they just use like a normal bag for school.
I took a briefcase to school.
This was no nap.
When she woke up, she was completely erratic and disorientated.
Yes. Well, Dylan did say that she, erm...
she gets tired very easily in the evenings.
Do you think there might be something seriously wrong with her?
Yeah, I do. I've been doing some research on it.
Yeah. I wondered what that was. Oh, Ruth.
I need you to water my plants while I'm away.
That's not actually something I do.
Well, now it is.
It's not as though you're busy.
Ah. Don't look so worried, I'll only be in Mexico for a week.
Did you say you're going to Mexico? I've always wanted to go there.
Is it for a holiday? No, it's work.
I've been invited to a symposium
on violent offenders with repeat pattern disorder.
Hmm, she's going to a serial killers' convention.
That's very reductive of you, Martin.
Though not entirely inaccurate.
Hello, James Henry.
Nice briefcase.
Thank you.
Martin. Could I have a quiet word?
Yes. Yes, of course.
Yeah. Er, go through.
Oh, it looks different. Hmm. It is.
Louisa's using it.
And you're happy with that? Yes, course I am.
Then why are we doing so much work on your blood phobia?
How are they connected?
Well, I presumed that the plan was
that we rectified your mistake and you became a doctor again.
But now that you've given up your consulting room...
Well, you can presume all you want.
I never said that I was planning a return to medicine.
But it's what you want.
I haven't considered all my options. I've been too busy with Mary.
You've written a paper for The Lancet,
you're doing extracurricular medical research,
you're working on your blood phobia,
you even invented the Ellingham Cup.
Well, invented is a strong word.
I just modified, and slightly improved the existing ventouse.
Exactly. For someone who isn't planning to go back to medicine,
you seem keenly involved in it still.
Er, it's... It's an area of interest.
You're waiting, aren't you?
You're waiting for them to ask you back.
No. Of course I'm not.
You know it doesn't work like that. You know you have to reach out.
You have to reach out to someone like Chris Parsons.
And you haven't, have you? No, I haven't.
Are you afraid? Oh, now you're being ridiculous.
Well, if you reach out and you're rejected,
that's it, it's over, there's no going back.
You realise this is all in your mind, don't you?
I haven't said a word of this.
Well, that's what concerns me, Martin.
So much unsaid.
So many things that you won't admit.
Until you do, things won't get any better.
All that training, all those years of practice...
to end up mending a bunch of old clocks.
Well, thank you for your opinions.
Enjoy your serial killer convention.
I might have found somewhere to store the food truck and supplies.
It's completely over-priced. We do need the space.
Oh... Dad's not gonna stay forever.
Are you asking me or telling me?
I keep thinking, if I say it enough, it'll come true.
I mean, I love him, but... I know.
Just here on the left. Oh, right.
It's got a certain rustic charm.
No-one's gonna want to rent this dump!
No, come on.
I mean, all it needs is a bit of spit and... and polish.
I'm gonna be a trainee forever!
FLIES BUZZ
What's that?
Er, that's the body's nervous system.
Do you know, if you took it out and laid it flat,
it would stretch for nearly 45 miles.
A little gory for a four-year-old. DOORBELL RINGS
Maybe you could both read the book about the talking sausage instead.
And we call the study of all this neurology.
Can you say that? Neurology.
Yes. Very good.
Dylan.
Is everything OK? Yeah.
Mum's being weird again. I didn't know where else to go.
Well, why don't I walk you home and we'll see how she is?
Maybe I should come with you.
My mum doesn't like you.
She doesn't have to.
Well, someone needs to stay home and look after the children.
So I'll call you if there are any problems.
Oh. I'm fine, it's a fuss about nothing.
You fell asleep on the kitchen floor.
No, look, I just...
Mummy was tired and I just decided to close my eyes for a minute.
And snore.
Yeah. That is a little strange.
Oh, look, I'm not disagreeing.
I've just been under a lot of strain recently with the custody battle.
Yeah, you do seem quite rundown.
It's a marathon.
But the finish line is in sight.
I've got a court hearing in the morning, so...
fingers crossed.
Came as fast as I could. Thank you. You know where everything is.
There's a sandwich for James here and I won't be long.
Are you gonna pay me extra? What for?
I had to close my salon to come here, you know.
Did you have any customers? That's not the point.
You're treating me like a haddock nanny.
A what? A haddock nanny.
You know, swim in, swim out, no set schedule.
Ad-hoc. That's not a word, Doc.
I'll pay you what I paid you before. Thank you.
Look, I know Martin isn't registered,
but when it comes to medical issues...
you know, he was a doctor.
Well, he IS a doctor.
He really does know what he's talking about.
Oh, I don't know...
The way the custody battle's been going,
I don't want to give my ex any more ammunition.
Anything you discuss with him would be completely confidential.
And I know it doesn't seem like it,
but, you know, he does just wanna help.
KNOCKING AT DOOR
Oh, great. That's all I need. Let me get rid of them.
Yeah... SIGHS
What do you want? I'd like to examine you.
Look... you can't just show up on people's doorsteps
and start harassing them.
You have ptosis. Your eyelids are drooping.
What...?! You're not a doctor!
That's a technicality. No, it's not.
For all I know, you might have been struck off
for being a big bloody weirdo.
I resigned. This isn't about me.
Martin, what are you doing here?
And who's looking after the children? Janice.
I'm concerned that you are suffering from myasthenia gravis.
Which is a neuromuscular condition that causes muscle weakness.
I thought you said it was ptosis?
One doesn't preclude the other. That's convenient (!)
You need to seek medical help. I have.
OK, look, I visited a naturopath
and I'm being tested for food allergies.
That's not a doctor.
Just leave. I told you I would handle this.
Louisa, with respect, she doesn't need a child counsellor,
she doesn't need to see a naturopath,
or a wizard, she needs to see a doctor.
"She" is suffering from stress and has a lot going on in her life.
But OK, fine, fine,
when I have more time, I will go and see a REAL DOCTOR.
OK?
But YOU have five seconds!
To examine you?
To leave me alone or I'm calling the police.
I am a doctor!
And then you proceeded to tell the complainant
that she was "stubborn and..."
Can't read my own writing there. Is that an idiot or imbecile?
Both are applicable. That's not very nice.
Neither is respiratory failure with oropharyngeal collapse
caused by a myasthenic crisis.
Is that a threat? What? No. It's a concern.
Look... You're not the doc any more, Doc.
You can't just go barging into people's houses
and start barking at them.
Consider this an informal caution. You stay away from her.
Laying down the law there, Joe.
Just doing my job.
I'll see myself out.
Thanks for looking after James and Mary, Janice.
If you need anything, just let me know,
I am always available.
Not that I'm desperate or anything.
It's not like I spent all my life savings on a nail salon
that no-one visits, and I'm facing crippling debt and ruin.
Thank you. Thanks.
What on earth were you doing, showing up like that?
You've jeopardised my job and reputation.
That woman needs help.
Yes. And I was making progress with her, Martin.
You know, I've been patient, and I've given it time...
..but we can't go on like this.
YOU can't go on like this.
She is ill.
Do you regret resigning?
Do you wish you were still a doctor?
It's been a year, Martin. Please. Just... just say something.
Yes.
I made a mistake.
I thought, erm...
I thought that they'd realise that and, er...
And everything would just go back to normal?
I didn't think it would go on this long.
And now, I don't know what to do.
You need to contact them.
And you need to apologise.
I haven't done anything to apologise for.
Look, I can speak to Abigail,
and convince her to see a doctor sooner if it's urgent. It is.
But it's not just her.
What about the next person, and the person after that?
And all those people you won't be able to help?
You're right. I'll call Chris.
Martin. What are you doing here?
You weren't answering your phone and Heidi said you were playing golf.
Helen. Is everything all right? I need your help.
Why, have you decided you want to become a doctor again?
Oh, Martin. It was a joke. Martin.
Oh, no, no, no...
What steps do I have to take
to get registered again as soon as possible?
After what happened last time? Goodbye, Martin.
There's a patient that needs my help.
Yeah. Then tell 'em to see a doctor.
Well, by the time she does, it might be too late.
She won't let me examine her because I'm not registered.
Do you hate me, Martin? No, of course I don't.
It feels like you hate me.
Or maybe you derive a subconscious element of pleasure
from torturing me.
That's a bit overdramatic.
And with very good reason.
I stood there and defended you to the GMC,
and all the while you'd already sent them your resignation!
I looked like a complete idiot.
Yeah, I meant to tell you. But instead you humiliated me.
Never again, Martin.
Even if I could help you, it's not up to me.
Whose decision is it? Professor Langan's.
Can you get me a meeting with Langan?
He chaired your hearing panel. You threw up in his bin.
I won't ask him again.
I've worked on the blood phobia with my aunt.
And I happen to know that the NHS is desperate for rural GPs.
But you haven't changed, Martin, and that's what they wanted.
I mean, look at you.
You show up here, start making demands
without so much as a, "Hello," or, "How are you?"
How are you? I'm fine.
Helen and I are giving the marriage another go.
Work's been quite stressful.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, er, but I'm glad that you and...
Helen. ..Helen are working things out.
And if I'm brusque, it's because
I realise that I made a mistake in resigning.
And I'm not used to asking for help.
I don't think I've ever heard you admit to making a mistake before.
It's quite strange.
Why don't I just go and see Langan right now?
God, no, you can't just show up!
I need to... have a word with him first.
When?
We've got a budget meeting at the PCT headquarters tomorrow morning,
9:00 till 10:30.
I'll prep him, and then you can plead your case.
You'll get one shot at this, Martin, so be prepared.
You're gonna have to grovel like you've never grovelled before.
And even then, he will probably say no.
In the meantime, is it all right to examine this patient?
Absolutely not!
You're not a doctor yet, so don't go jeopardising things.
It's all very delicate.
You can recommend her to someone. That's all.
I understand. 10:30.
Mrs Tishell. What do you want?
I just wanted you to check my hand, to see if it's healing properly.
Right. Come through.
Oh, Doctor!
What has she done to your lovely room?
Here. I'll look at it here.
Yes, that's healing well.
Why are there three staple wounds?
Well, erm, I was just putting up a poster advertising a sale,
and stupidly I put my hand in the wrong place.
Yeah, one I can understand, maybe two. But three?
One wasn't enough.
I thought if there was a medical situation, then...
maybe you'd remember how it felt to be a doctor
and then you'd come back.
That's idiotic. Is it?
Is it idiotic to stand up for something you believe in?
To be a lone voice, shouting above an indifferent tide?
To try to breathe life back into the weary soul of a once great man?
If that is idiotic, then I am guilty as charged.
Yeah, stapling your hand on purpose is idiotic.
You shouldn't do it again. Thank you, Mrs Tishell.
Hi, Sally. How's your hand? It was an accident.
So, well, how did it go with Chris? Can he get you your job back?
He's going to have a try. I'm going to the PCT office in Exeter
at 10:30 tomorrow morning, to have a meeting with Professor Langan.
Oh, that sounds promising.
DISTANT SNORING
Al.
Al!
What? It's been hours.
You have to do something.
Well, I can't just kick him out on the street, can I?
I need to find something like the pub, where...
where he can live and work...
HE YAWNS
But can I do it in the morning?
SNORING CONTINUES, SHE GROANS
Now, remember, not to run in the corridors.
And listen to the teachers.
Can you take her? Have you got her? Mm-hm.
And if anyone makes fun of your briefcase, you just laugh.
SHE LAUGHS
You laugh like you're in on the joke.
Stop fussing, Mum.
It's your first day at school, I'm allowed to fuss.
Will you have time to come with us? Er, yes.
As long as I leave by 8:30, I should make it.
Now, before you say anything, erm, it is a fixer-upper. Yeah.
Don't see it for what it is, see it for what it could be.
A bustling caravan park, full of life and colour.
So I would live on-site, right? That's the idea.
Well, I've always liked a mobile home.
Perhaps I could change the name?
Large Caravan Park...? Well, no.
No, because that just makes it sound like a really big caravan park.
You could do what you like, Bert. You'd be the boss.
I'll take it.
You're smart to move fast, Mr Large.
Very popular location, lots of enquiries about it.
Oh, and here is the paperwork.
And we would need two months' rent upfront.
Oh, I-I do have a slight cash flow problem.
OK, erm, well, I'm sure we could arrange a structured payment plan.
Within reason.
Well, here's what I'm thinking, right?
I get the park, and maybe an advance for renovations.
And then I repay it once I've made the money back.
SHE LAUGHS
Sorry. You want us to give you money?
I don't have any. But, but what about your nest egg?
I didn't want you to feel sorry for me.
It's embarrassing to get to my age and have nothing to show for it.
I knew it was a mistake giving this property to a trainee.
No, wait.. Wait, wait, wait. Just wait.
Al...
Didn't you tell me yesterday, you're about to spend a load of money
to store your food trucks and supplies?
Yeah. So what if you took that money
and used it to cover the monthly rent for this place instead?
What about the trucks and supplies? Well, look around.
You could store them here. It's a win-win.
Now, that sounds a lot like I'm going into business with Dad, and...
Have you got any better ideas?
I mean, I know you love having your dad staying with us...
HE SIGHS
Hey, Dad? Yeah?
Erm, pick a caravan. Why?
Well, cos I wanna know
which one you're gonna choose as your new home.
What about that one, then? Er...
Not that one. We'll get the cleaners in first.
Thank you.
Am I, erm, hearing right? Yeah. All signed and sealed.
Congratulations, young lady.
Welcome to the big league.
I told you, boy. You and me. It's like fate.
It's a big day, their first day. Oh.
You think I'd be used to it,
but it's so weird being on the other side, and saying goodbye.
Goodbye! No, I didn't mean...!
There we go.
Must be emotional for you, too.
And how are you doing? It's a big day for you, too, isn't it?
Officially the head, no longer acting.
The crown is mine and they'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Wait a moment!
Don't drive this car.
Don't drive the car! TYRES SQUEAL
Follow that car.
It's that woman. The, erm, the sick one.
The one you told me to stay away from. Abigail Gillman?
Yeah. Doc, you can't keep harassing that woman.
I'm gonna have to issue you a formal warning.
She's not fit to drive, she can barely walk.
A traffic violation? Why didn't you say so?
Hold on to your hat.
I'm not actually allowed to issue you with a formal warning,
it's above my rank.
Exciting saying it, though.
There she is. Right. Here we go.
SIREN BLARES
SHE SIGHS
TYRES SQUEAL
That's not good. Call an ambulance.
I'll get a first-aid kit. Ambulance, please.
There's been a road traffic incident, Portwenn A road...
CREAKING
Doc?
Don't panic. I'm not.
OK, well, panic a bit because the car's about to go over a cliff.
You need to get out. No, I can't. I have to do this.
Steady the car. Right.
I've got a winch in the jeep. No, stay here and steady...!
I'm going to insert an endotracheal tube
through your nose to help you breathe.
Is she breathing? No, that's why I'm ventilating her.
Did you get the winch?
So, it turns out I don't actually have a winch.
Doc, you need to get out of here.
It's too dangerous to move. It's too dangerous not to move.
If I pull her out at the same time,
the counterweight will balance the things.
It's basic chemistry.
Physics. Exactly!
Ma'am, I'm gonna have to be a little bit rough.
For that, I apologise.
All right, Doc. On the count of ten. Ten?!
Right, no, five would be better. It's much quicker.
Actually, now I think about it, we could just do it in...
Just do it now! Ready? OK. GO!
OK.
Wait... and... go!
Dynamic duo. Yeah. Get her on to the bank there.
Good job, Doc.
Yeah, well, she's not out of the woods yet.
She's had a myasthenic crisis. That means that all the muscles
associated with breathing have stopped.
PHONE RINGS
Oh, here. You keep squeezing.
Louisa?
Oh, Martin. What's happening?
She's fine. She almost drove off a cliff, though.
What?
Yeah, an ambulance is on its way. She's all right.
'Thank God.'
Er, I should make sure Dylan's all right.
'Well, you better get a move on, or you'll miss Professor Langan.'
Yes, I know. I'll get there as quick as I can.
CAR CREAKS Bye.
CRASHING
Look, he said he's on his way.
If it was that important to him, he'd already be here.
You're very loyal, Christopher.
That's not always a good thing. Hello.
I have collected over 5,000 signatures
demanding the reinstatement of Dr Martin Ellingham.
Did you write all these?
That's a very serious accusation.
It wouldn't matter anyway, it's not a popularity contest.
But you have to wait to see the doctor.
I'm sorry, who are you? I think she's the local chemist.
No, I'm a licensed pharmacist and a concerned citizen.
What are you doing? A chemist.
I'm not letting you leave until you've seen the doctor.
No, no, no, don't do that!
What on earth is wrong with you?
Doc, tell him it was a learning experience.
Completely meaningless, but works every time.
Professor Langan. Ellingham.
What are you doing here?
SHE MUMBLES
She's got Professor Langan's car keys in her mouth.
SHE MUMBLES Spit them out, right now.
SHE GROANS Now!
Go away. What if you need moral support?
I don't. Thank you. Go away.
Thank you.
Martin, you... you wanted to say something?
Yes. Er, I'd like to practise again,
and I'm aware that it's appropriate that I apologise for what happened.
Go on.
Well, to be perfectly honest, I'm not entirely clear
exactly what it is I'm supposed to be apologising for,
but I do confess that I made a mistake
when I resigned from medicine.
I was surprised, though,
at your readiness to accept that resignation.
So it's my fault? Right!
Nice to see you again, Ellingham.
Professor Langan, the reason I'm late is...
I just performed an intubation on a patient suffering
a myasthenic crisis while her car was perched on the edge of a cliff.
No, no, no, no, you didn't, Martin.
Because that would be very bad.
There is a policeman here who can verify those facts.
If you don't reinstate me, I must insist
that you have me arrested for practising without a licence,
under the outlines of The Medical Act of 1983.
Are you giving me an ultimatum?
No, I'm giving you a promise.
If I hadn't acted, that woman would have died.
So I will continue to treat my patients
and do the best I can for them,
regardless of the consequences to myself.
Also... it's been a learning experience.
Fine.
Fine?
You're a good doctor and we need good doctors.
There'll be paperwork to shuffle
and a written retraction of resignation will be required,
then an appraisal - but as you said, you've learned from this.
And maybe that's the most important thing of all.
I will recommend to the GMC that you are relicensed.
Thank you, sir.
So what happens now? What do you mean "what happens now"?
You've got what you wanted, you're a doctor again.
I mean, don't think you need to thank me or anything. Hmm.
I mean, you can, if you want to.
I did put my reputation on the line for you.
Yes. You're right.
Welcome back, Martin.
My last job was a hotel receptionist.
This is probably way easier, though.
So, is the doc up for moving, then? We're just looking. That's all.
Louisa has her heart set on West Cliff House.
This house isn't for sale.
I gave her 40 years of my life. You'd think that would be enough.
Winnie's... dead, though. What you doing here?!
Just put the jug down, please.
This is not what it seems, Doc.
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