All language subtitles for Doc Martin S04E05 - The Departed-eng

Martin.

That was all pretty straightforward.

How does it feel?

Good.

Must bring back some memories.

Yes.

I think I detect a note
of excitement there.

It must have been hellish
when your hemophobia came on.

It was.

It could happen to the best of us.

And I guess it did.

People still talk about you.

They'd probably talk
about you more if you'd

written something in
the last five years.

You said those that publish the
most always have the least to say.

That does sound like one of mine.

I hear Edith Montgomery is prowling

round Cornwall these
days. Is that right?

First class mind.

My work with the Lords
select committee is

taking me down that way
in a couple of weeks.

You and I might have some lunch.

There are one or two restaurants
that pass basic hygiene standards.

You'll need to satisfy the
chief executive, and the

appointments people. And
me, for what it's worth.

But we'd be lucky to have you.

Now remember, Mrs Norton has kindly

allowed us to look around her farm.

And we are her...

Guests!
Robots!

That's right. And
this is not break time.

So I expect everyone

to be on their best...

Behaviour!

Now find your partners
and take their hands.

Theo Wenn, do you want to
stay behind in the classroom?

No, miss. Sorry, miss.

Right, then.

Come along.

Hey!

Jim!

Jim Selkirk!

You treated me for impetigo
a few months back. Remember?

Well...

It's all cleared up, look.

Just like you said it would.

Didn't get a chance to thank you.

Mm. You're welcome.

Are you down for the
sheep trials as well, then?

No.

No. Probably not your thing.

Same as the wife.

She just doesn't see it at all.

No.

I tell her, 'Come down onto the field.

See how Sheila... '

Oh, that's my prize ewe.

Beautiful sheep, so she is.

'See how Sheila reacts to them dogs. '

It's amazing.

Actually, I think that seat's reserved.

No, no. I think I'm all right.

Oh, it's because you
were reading. I'm sorry.

Me and my big mouth, eh?

Yap yap yapping away!

This um...

This impetigo I had,

is it likely to come back?

It's possible.

I'm glad that I bumped into you.

Can you hear that?

No.

It clicks sometimes when I do that.

Don't do that, then!
What?

If you have a medical issue,

make an appointment
and come to the surgery.

Sure, but seeing as you're here...

I'm not at work.

It's only my wrist.

Appointment!

Sonny, Ruby, Charlie,

Millie, Martha,

Madison and Greg.

Theo Wenn, you get out here right now.

Thank you.

I'd no idea there was
going to be so many!

Just a bit over-excited. I
appreciate you letting us do this.

I enjoy it.

Maybe we could make it a
regular thing, school trips.

I'm sure we could come to
some sort of... arrangement.

What, money, you mean?

Not a lot. But, well,
every little helps.

We just don't have any. I would if I

could, but there's
nothing in the budget.

OK, so...

Can anyone tell me why it's so important

that we support our local farmers?

I've never seen a dead body before.

I'm not really sure what to do.

I... I missed that day at training.

It's best we get a move on.

But he's... You know.

Dead!

It's not a condition that's going

to change the longer we stop here.

Maybe we should say
something. He won't hear.

Probably gone to a better place.

At least one of us has. Come on.

When I was your age, I was

fascinated by the way a farm works.

Life isn't all Space Invaders
and Super Mario, you know.

Miss.

Yeah?

I need the toilet.

Can I take Milly to the toilet?

Up the stairs.

Any questions?

Oh, come on! Somebody
must have a question!

Theo Wenn, you get back there right now!

These are runner beans.

Has anybody ever had a runner bean?

No?

Remember those long, green,
thin things in my kitchen?

Right. Well now...

Does anybody know...

No, they won't.

What about...

I know, what about beans?

You've all had beans.

Can anybody see any
of them in the garden?

No. Oh, god!

You! Boy! What the hell
do you think you're doing?!

You come right out of there now!

You leave those chickens
alone, do you hear me?!

What do you think you're
doing with my chickens?!

You little
so-and-so! No!

Get in there! Go on!

Help!

Miss! Help!

Let me out!

Help me! Help!

Open the door!

Let me out!

Theo! Open the door!

It's OK! It's OK, you're all right.

That little bugger tried
to kick my chickens.

So you locked him in the coop?!

You're going to be fine.

He's got to learn that
you can't behave like that.

Theo!

Can you hear me?

Louisa, the boy's just play-acting.

I think it's more than that!

Right, I'm calling Martin.

Is that necessary?

Yes!

I suppose it reminds
you how precious life is.

You know, live each moment to the last.

Carpe diem.

Hakuna matata.

This man celebrated his
precious life by eating

junk food and giving
himself a heart attack.

Louisa.

Something's happened!

To the baby?

No.

He can't breathe! He's gone all -

Calm down. Speak normally.

It's Theo Wenn.

He's a child in my
class. We're up at Joan's

farm and he's having
some sort of an attack.

Hold the phone where I
can hear his breathing.

Sounds like he's hyperventilating.

Possibly a panic attack.

That's when the lack of
oxygen compared to the carbon -

Don't explain, just tell me what to do!

Have him breathe into a
paper bag for a minute.

Raise his carbon
dioxide level. Paper bag!

Nothing to worry about. If
he doesn't improve, call me.

There's a child in my
care, lying on the ground,

barely able to breathe! How
quickly will you be here?!

Louisa
- Please, don't say anything.

I know you're angry.
I'm not angry, Joan.

That is not even close.

What you did today, what you did to that

poor boy, anger is
too... small to cover it.

Has his condition improved?

A little, yes.

As I said on the telephone,
probably just a panic attack.

Should never have got into
that state in the first place!

He could have seriously hurt my birds!

That doesn't justify
locking him in a coop!

Somebody's got to teach him that

that behaviour is unacceptable.

By doing something
even more unacceptable?

There was a discipline
issue, but perhaps

a coop isn't the best place for a child.

Having a pregnant woman and a pensioner

arguing isn't going to
make him feel better.

Children need discipline.

I just wanted to teach...

I didn't mean this to happen.

I was locked in a
cupboard under the stairs

all the time as a child.
It didn't affect me.

Um... Take him home, make
sure he gets plenty of rest.

Auntie Joan, if you
need me, give me a call.

Out of the way!

Get out! Get out!

We're going to go back to school now.

Were you expecting me?

No, no. I was preparing
my evening meal. Come in.

Thank you.

So, London went well, then.

Why do you say that?

You always prepare something exotic

when you're in a good mood.

Which was rare.

Probably why I remember.

London was fine, yes.

And the thorny issue of your hemophobia?

I told Robert it wasn't an issue.

That's not exactly true, is it?

You couldn't even hold a bag
of blood without passing out.

If anything, your problem's increasing

the closer you get to leaving.

You're saying my subconscious
doesn't want me to leave?

Wouldn't that be disturbing?!

Highly improbable.

Do you still have that card I gave you?

Yes.

You know, Dr Milligan is brilliant.

His paper on therapeutic approaches to

social retardation
is the best I've seen.

In fact,

I spoke to him about you.

Did you?

Yes.

Why don't we call and
make an appointment?

Cut to the chase.

There's no need.

I made an appointment.
I'm seeing him tomorrow.

I'm impressed.

Well done, Ellingham.

You're finally finding your feet.

Enjoy your sushi. Bloodless, of course.

Would you like to join me?

There's plenty of fish.

Thank you.

But I've eaten.

Maybe some other time.

Of course I knew it was going to happen.

You knew she'd lock
someone in a chicken coop?

I knew something would
happen with her all isolated.

I mean, that's how folks go Bodmin!

Ha! It's the wind on the moors!

It drives them crazy!

You better hope those doors are locked

in case she comes at you with a knife!

Carry on, please. Don't mind me.

We didn't mean no offence, Joan.

Yes, you did. You just
didn't mean me to hear.

Yes, and that too.

Mrs Selkirk. I heard about Jim.

I'm so sorry. How are you doing?

I'm doing my best.

I could pop by later when
I've finished my deliveries.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Well, I...

You were with our Jim when he died.

Yes.

Was it peaceful?

Yes.

I think you'd say it
was relatively peaceful.

At the end.

We started going out
together when I were 13.

He looked like Donovan.

I see. Except he had eczema.

What do you...

want?

Well, I...

I thought you... you could...

Anything medical?

A touch of arthritis.

Are you taking anything for it?

Got a spray from the chemist.

Good.

In 1492 Christopher Columbus set sail.

Does anyone know where he ended up?

The answer isn't on the desk, Theo.

Theo.

You might not find history
interesting, Theo Wenn.

But in my class you will
take an active...

part in discussions.

Dr Ellingham.

Yeah, yeah, I know who you are.

Listen, Doc, can I ask you a question?

My tan, right. I went to Costa Rica

on a hen weekend with the girls.

And it's starting to fade.

I was called to see Theo Wenn.

I was going to top it
up at that sunbed place.

But my friend says it's
dangerous or something.

Yes. Excessive exposure
to ultraviolet rays

increases the risk of melanoma
or even basal cell carcinoma.

I don't understand a
word of that. It's bad!

Theo Wenn!

Dr Ellingham, you took your time.

I was only called 15 minutes ago.

You and I have different
definitions of emergency, then.

Until we decide where to
reposition our business,

we're short of storage
space. So watch your step.

He was sick once at
school, twice in the car.

You're right. I wouldn't have
classed that as an emergency.

I'm sorry. Perhaps we should
have ignored our sors pain.

Oh, Theo behave! This
is very inconvenient.

Especially as we have a Port Wenn
sailing club function this week.

A very important
fundraiser for us actually.

You'll have noticed I've
stopped sending you invites.

I haven't noticed you started.

Four sent. No RSVP, nothing.

Dr Sim, now there was a man

who was happy to mix with his peers.

Wait 24 hours and see if the

virus passes through his system.

Have him drink plenty of fluids and

get some electrolytes from the chemist.

That's it?

Something he ate or picked up at school.

Or the school trip at your aunt's farm.

It could have come from
any number of causes.

Being imprisoned in a
chicken coop is a likely one.

If his condition hasn't improved
by the morning, give me a call.

Oh, god.

His Highness's lunch.

No. No solids.

If he must eat, just burnt toast.

No butter and no preservatives.

Burnt toast? He's going to love that.

Just a second. I need your
medical opinion in writing.

That won't be necessary.

Our solicitor thinks otherwise.

What do you need a solicitor for?

Your aunt locked our
son in a chicken coop.

Now he's missing school.
We'll have to hire a turor.

All manner of expenses.
Your aunt will have to pay.

There's no need to make it elaborate.

I won't.

I'm sure it won't come to anything.

Julia Wenn has instructed a solicitor.

You can't ignore the situation!

The Wenns have been scrabbling for every

penny since Richard
lost the boat business.

That's what this is about. We both

know I did not cause that boy's illness.

No, we don't. There's
every chance that you did.

Oh, damn!

You're supposed to be supporting me.

I am.
I'm not an idiot, Marty.

I know how serious this could get.

But I cannot change what happened!

If this keeps up, I shall end
up like poor old Jim Selkirk.

You have a much better diet than he did.

You're neighbours for
years and then suddenly...

Oh, I said I'd look in on her.

Auntie Joan, you need to rest.

No rest for the wicked, Marty.

I'm here to see Dr Milligan.

You're Dr Milligan.

That's right.

So, Dr Montgomery...

Edith...

has spoken to me a little
about the trouble you're having.

But I thought it would be a good
idea if you told me about it.

Right.

Just any general thoughts.

I have an aversion to the sight of

blood and the smell of burning flesh.

And how does that make you feel?

I'm a surgeon. It's
extremely inconvenient.

And how does that affect you?

Personally.

It's inconvenient.

I see...

And... Martin,

what is it that you hope to get
out of these sessions with me?

I'd like the inconvenience to stop.

Isn't being a surgeon all
about being in control?

Of precision?

Wouldn't the worst thing for a
surgeon be to lose that control?

I wonder if it's not the fear of losing

control that's bringing
about this crisis.

Is that your theory or Dr Montgomery's?

Does it matter?
No.

Psychoanalytical claptrap, by the way.

Then it's her theory.

It would help me to understand if I

knew more about what you're faced with.

Could you imagine for me

that you are in the operating theatre

performing some procedure.

Talk me through it step by step.

Now?
Yes, now.

It might help you if
you close your eyes.

What do you see?

Nothing. My eyes are closed.

I mean what would you see

in an operating theatre?

I would see the operating theatre.

And?

You're uncomfortable doing this.

You have a nasal whistle when

you breathe. It's distracting.

Probably caused by a perforated septum.

I think you're derailing our session

to avoid dealing with the issue.

You won't get better if you won't

engage with the problem.

At the end of the day,
that's all that counts.

It doesn't make a difference to me.

I can sit here all day.

I can't.

Would it help you if I told you that you

weren't running from
me but from yourself?

No, it wouldn't.

All right. We'll end the session there.

I'll be in touch.

Really?
Has he lost any weight?

No.
He looks exactly the same.

Don't you, dear?

First patient. Mrs
Selkirk needs to see you.

Oh. Um... You've got an actual

medical complaint this time?

Er... Maybe you'd better see her now.

Come through.

Take a seat.

Right, Mrs Selkirk.
What's the problem?

I don't know why I'm here.

I saw our Jim last night.

You dreamt about your late husband.

No! No.
I saw him.

In the kitchen.

Right. And he told me
to come and see you.

'You go see that tosser Doc Martin.'

So...

Here we are.

We?

Me and Jim. He's sitting over there.

It has been documented that grief can

generate visual and
auditory hallucinations.

I think our Jim knows there's
something wrong with me.

Right. That's not sufficient reason to

suspect you have a medical complaint.

Doctor, they can see
things that we can't.

I can't base my diagnosis
on the opinion of...

an hallucination.

Now, I doubt if you've had much

sleep since your husband died.

Well
- Right, well, get some rest, then.

Claire! Claire!

Sorry. Claire usually answers the door.

Yes, it can't be easy. It's
all right. I'll deal with it.

I'm capable
- I said I'll handle it.

I was called to your
son. Is he still vomiting?

He's getting worse. He
can't keep anything down.

Louisa.

We asked Louisa to come by because we

need her statement
regarding the incident.

You asked me to drop these off. You

never mentioned anything about that.

You're still intending
to engage a solicitor.

We made a complaint to the police

about false imprisonment.

He was only in there
for five minutes or so.

Five?! Four... minutes, then.

Three. I don't really
know. I wasn't there.

So it could have been
longer. Can we speed this up??

We have guests arrived later.
Any abdominal pain?

What's that?
Doesn't hurt there?

I need a stool sample.
What is wrong with him?

Impossible to say until
the test results come back.

I'll pre-emptively treat
him for campylobacter.

I knew it. Bird faeces.
Bird faeces, yes.

But not necessarily
from a chicken house.

No, it was probably that other time

he was exposed to bird faeces.

You're protecting your aunt.

And where were you?
Cheering Mrs Norton on?

Toilet.

I have no intention
of protecting anyone.

My relation to Mrs Norton has no bearing

on my concern for your child's health.

Antibiotics. Two in the
morning, two in the evening.

Stool.

Stool.
Er... Give it to me.
You'll mess it up.

Martin is a very, very good doctor.

You're carrying his child, aren't you?

I don't see what that's
got to do with anything.

God help me! I was three seconds

away from nearly throttling her!

It would have been better
if you didn't speak at all.

Engaging them on the
topic made it worse.

You should defend your aunt, then!

I have to remain impartial.
Impartial is fine.

Unemotional? Not so good.

It seems like you've got enough emotions

buzzing around for the pair of us.

You're saying I'm being, what, then?

Emotional. Obviously. It's a product

of hormonal imbalance.

Of course. Much better
to spend your time

with people who don't
show any feelings at all.

What do you mean?

Complain about it
your your friend Edith.

I'm sure she's the type who wouldn't let

annoying things like
emotions get in the way.

What's Edith got to do with it?

I'm saying that I'm
glad that I'm hormonal

because it's better than
being cold and prickly.

But if that's what makes you happy,

then that's fine. Great. Good for you.

You're wearing odd shoes.

I...

Shut up, Martin.

Get down. Get down.

That was supposed to last two days!

Our Jim told me to come back here.

I don't suppose he
bothered to explain why.

No. No, I thought not.

You don't believe me, do you, Doctor?

I believe that you
believe you're seeing him.

That's connected to your grief, lack

of sleep, interrupted eating patterns.

No, I've already had my
five a day of fruit and veg.

Nevertheless, I don't think you're in

a fit state to take care of yourself.

Mrs Selkirk.
I'm sorry, Doctor.

But our Jim thinks I
really ought to see you.

What's today's date?
Thursday the 15th.

Car, pencil, ambulance.

Repeat those three items.

Car, pencil, ambulance.

Well... I'd still like the district
nurse to keep an eye on you.

There's no need. Joars doing that.

No, Joars not qualified.

Oh, never mind, then!

Come on, Jim!

Things to do.

Sorry about this, but the Wenns have

requested the long arm of the law.

It was an accident.

Right. How do you accidentally
lock someone in a chicken coop?

No. I mean I didn't expect the boy
to have a panic attack, to get ill.

You see, if it was down
to me, you'd get a medal.

You see them, hooligans, running

around the town causing havoc.

No respect for their elders.
Even less for the law.

I can't believe this is happening to me.

I know I made a mistake.

But I'm not a... bad person.

It's just that sometimes things
build up, get on top of you.

I'm not going to write
that down because,

frankly, Mrs Norton, it makes
you sound a little crazy.

They've already sent me a lawyer's

letter demanding money.

Please tell me what I can
do to make things better.

Well, not locking children up in chicken

coops would be an excellent start.

Off the record, Mrs
Norton, I feel for you.

The Wenns' money problems
are common knowledge.

Now I'm not saying they're exploiting

this situation for financial gain.

But these 'no win no fee'
lawyers, they're like attack dogs.

They don't give up until
they've tasted blood.

And then they just keep chewing

until there's nothing left but bones.

If I was you, I'd get a good
lawyer. You're going to need it.

Get off! Your blood pressure's raised.

The Wenns are demanding money, Marty.

Ignore them.

If she does, they'll sue.
She could end up with nothing.

If it comes to it, I'll
help you with a solicitor.

I always find negotiation to be one

of the most potent tools in my armoury.

That and pepper spray.

Anyway, it's good to talk. Shut up!

Perhaps if I explain from my side.

No, I wouldn't do that.

This has all got out of hand.

I apologise for my part in what happened.

Couldn't we put it all behind
us? Our son is getting worse.

And you're responsible for that.

Barging in with a half-hearted
apology won't change it!

I am sorry. I shouldn't
have put your son in the hut.

But that can't have made him ill.

You won't wriggle out of this.

Probably best you go now, Missis Norton.

We'd prefer to communicate
through our solicitor.

We're not interested in your excuses.

It's just... the test came back.

It wasn't the chickens.

It was nothing to do with me.

Are you sure about that? Yes, of course.

I'd like to see those results.

We rang you half an hour ago!

What's going on? I hear
the results are back.

Why wasn't I informed? I know
it's your job to tell them.

But I couldn't stand the accusations.

I need to see the boy.

Wait for me outside.

There's no Pancake Day, no paragliding.

Switch the television off.
It's the last two minutes.

I said turn it off.

Feeling worse?
Yeah, you're here.

Shouldn't you be preparing
the hors d'oeuvres?

So what is wrong with him, then?

He didn't respond to antibiotics.

I didn't think it was campylobacter.
Your aunt's told us that.

Oh, yes. Do you know
what it is or don't you?

No, not yet. We'll switch
him to anti-amoebic drugs.

More drugs and you don't even know

what's wrong with him?!

I don't have to treat him
at all if you don't like it.

Oh, Mrs Selkirk!

Oh, how are you doing?

Bearing up.

I need some more of
that spray for the knee.

Arthritis flaring up?

And do you have any
of those whatsit drops?

I've got a terrible sore eye.

Could you please let me
get a word in edgeways?!

I am.
Oh, no, dear. Not you.

I'm sorry.

Jim! I've already told you!

I got the dog food. It's in the bag!

Right. I'll just get what you need.

And you...

You just wait here and finish
off your little conversation.

I didn't mean to say that.

No, you lied to me.
I had to. I'm sorry.

You have put me in an
intolerable situation!

They seemed hell-bent on suing me

for something I haven't done!

You don't know that. What if the

results say it is your fault?

I don't know. No, you
lie and drag me into it.

I can't lose the farm!

I am a doctor! I have to
prioritise that boy's health.

Are you sure you've got
your priorities right?

We're family. That must
mean something, even to you.

You jeopardise my integrity, place me

in an impossible situation to save face.

That's not my definition of family!

Your definition of family isn't

even in the dictionary, Martin!

Good afternoon, Doctor.

I need to get some Tinidazol, 400mg.

Tout de suite.

Of course you know this isn't to be

used when breast-feeding or pregnant

and certainly not with alcohol.

The patient's a
seven-year-old boy.

I have a case to
discuss with you, Doctor.

Mrs Selkirk.

She came in for topical
arthritis preparation

on her knee and her behaviour was...

...odd.
I can't discuss a patient.

It upset me. I don't
like to see folks arguing.

Especially not with people
who aren't there. It's wrong.

She asked for eye drops.

But only for one eye.

Don't you think that's
interesting, Doctor?

No.

If I can be so bold, I
think we have a diagnosis.

Time of life.

Goodbye.

Come back soon.

I'm always here for you.

Someone sent you a CD in the post.

Dr Milligan.

Give it to me.

'Sorry you felt uncomfortable seeing me.

I hope this helps.'

What's she like, then?

Who?

Dr Milligan.

He's a he.

Oh.

There's about a thousand questions

I'd like to ask you at this point.

Al used to make me mix tapes
when we started going out.

Of course, he's got
awful taste in music.

Sweaty men screaming down a microphone.

Ammo-ebiassis, Theo Wenn.

Amoebiasis? That's
endemic in regions where

they have inadequate
modern sanitation systems.

Well, that's not us. We've got plumbing.

The Wenns will be
pleased you cracked it.

Probably invite you
for lunch, the weirdos.

Rearrange my next appointment.

Joan.

Calm down.
What?

Where are you?

Fine. I'll be there immediately.

The ambulance is on its way.

I haven't moved her.

What happened?

I don't know.

I found her lying in the sheep pen.

You didn't shut her in there

No, I did not, Martin.

Just round the corner.

Go on, Martin!

All right, shoo.

Get! Get! Get!

Mrs Selkirk. God.

Mrs Selkirk?

Ìèññèñ Ñåëêåðê?

Sheila went for me.

Who is Sheila? Jim's favourite.

She's over there.

She knocked me right over
and then stood on my elbow.

Auntie Joan, could you
hold that in place, please?

Let me see this.

You got that from a tick bite.

I get them all the time.

You don't usually react like that.

Mrs Tishell said you were
having problems with your eye.

Marty...

Have you had flu symptoms?

I had a cold a while back.

I think you might be
suffering from lyme disease.

If left untreated, it can lead
to neurological impairment.

And in your case, hallucinations.

I'm not having hallucinations.

Yes, you are.

Hang on.

Jim?

Yeah, I'm just about to ask.

Who's going to look after Sheila?

I'll make sure the
sheep are taken care of.

This is why he couldn't
cross over the other side.

He knew I was ill.

When you wouldn't help,

he got Sheila to butt me.

So that you'd have to come.

Absolute nonsense.

Oh, Sheila!

Right... Auntie Joan, you stay with Mrs

Selkirk until the ambulance gets here.

I have to see the Wenn family.

The results came in. You aren't

responsible for that boy's illness.

They came through?! It doesn't
make what you did right.

Even if the nasty little
boy did deserve it.

Thank you, Marty.

Jim says you did him proud, Doc.

Yes, I'm sure he does.

Oh! They're busy!

Have you had diarrhoea since

you came back from holiday?

Everyone gets a bit of
it on holiday, don't they?

Claire! We need the starters!

Yeah! Yeah!

How long have you had it?

Does it matter?

Look at me, dressed up like a penguin!

Don't!

What do you want? You're
obviously feeling better.

Your body reacted well with the drugs.

Uh-uh. I don't feel better. I can't go

back to school for
about a month. So there!

You're a nasty, ill-mannered
little boy, aren't you?

No doubt you'll grow into
a nasty, ill-mannered adult.

I just saved your life.

Imagine if that had happened with

nobody here to help
you. You'd have died.

Dr Ellingham, welcome.

Do you know everyone?

No.

Did you finally manage to
discern our sors mystery illness?

Yes. I'd be careful with that unless you

want to leave here with
an amoebic infection.

You wouldn't know from
his reputation, but

the doctor has a
wonderful sense of humour!

No, I haven't. The boy's
suffering from amoebiasis.

A disease which is common in areas

of poor sanitation and bad hygiene.

And where the au pair
doesn't wash her hands.

I do have a name, you know!

I suggest you pay more attention

to your sors wellbeing

and a little less time
organising dinner parties

to impress the village
idiots and hiring solicitors.

Enjoy your meal!

Excuse me.

They got me bringing homework over.

At least they care enough about that.

No. They like ordering people around.

Nice if they applied
that discipline to -

Their own boy.

Exactly.

Sooner or later they'll have to take
responsibility for their own child.

Yes.

Would you like me to
take the homework in?

No, I can manage.

Got the right shoes on.

Yes.

So please, sit down.

Take a few deep breaths.

Close your eyes.

Imagine you are in theatre.

The patient is prepped.

The field is sterile.

Try and remember how
it felt to be there.

Try and recall every sense.

You walk towards the patient.

You pick up a scalpel.

Statistically, it's safer
to have your baby at home.

Away from men who think
pregnancy is a disease.

Morning!

You've got something on your shoulder.

Driving in, it just rushed
out in front of the truck.
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