10x01 - I Will Survive

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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Moody, withdrawn.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-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.

STAPLE g*n CLICKS

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.

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 THROA

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.

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,

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 K*llers' 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 k*ller 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 amm*nit*on.

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 thr*at?

- 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 sh*t 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!

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 d*ed.

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.