All language subtitles for Doc Martin S02E08 Redigert

lt's the bane of my life, my neck.
Always has been. Morning, Doc.

When l was a girl, if l
didn't have the right pillow,

my mother used to say to me,
''Like The Princess and the Pea.''

- Mrs Tishell.
- l was like a bear with a sore head.

My delivery, please. l have surgery.

Of course. l'll get
it for you right away.

Thanks.

Or a bear with a sore neck.

- There you go, Doc.
- l work for the Salvation Army.

- We're looking for Emma Lewis.
- Never heard of her.

- lf you Could just...
- No, thank you.

Oh, dear.

- have you seen This girl?
- Ooh.

No. Sorry. Have you tried the police?

We don't like to get
the police involved.

Sometimes a missing person
has - how shall l say? -

- an unhappy relationship with the police.
- Oh, dear.

Don't mind our doctor.

Underneath, he's a wondertul man.

Careful. You're gonna
collapse your other lung.

lt's all right. There's
a doctor in the house.

- Hi, Martin.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Late.

Look, l'm released, as you can see, and
on a new lease of life, so thank you.

- Yeah.
- l really mean that.

You and him saved my life.

Yeah.

lt's true, you know, about the
whole new lease of life thing.

l'm glad.

This whole thing, it's really got me
thinking about how precious life is

and how you've got to really
seize the day...or the girl.

- What?
- Seize the girl. l've been thinking.

lnstead of doing up Mum's place to
sell, we should move in, you and me.

Look, l've been thinking
about this all night.

l was gonna tell you,
but l just can't wait.

Louisa...will you marry me?

What?

Wow.

Where did that come from?

- Ah, Doc, there you are. Ready for me?
- What?

My MOT. Life insurance and critical-illness
cover. Come on. You're late.

So, how are you?

- l'm the doctor. You're the patient.
- of course.

Although l'm not a patient
as such. l mean, l'm not sick.

Except love sick, maybe. Never
thought l'd need all this stuff.

You'd think a wedding's romantic.
lt's just loads of paperwork.

ls life insurance
essential to a wedding?

Start as you mean to go on, as my mum
used to say. l wanna do things properly.

- All right. Undress, please.
- What?

Behind there.

Really?

Oh. OK.

- What, down to
my...? - Uh-huh.

We can sell your house, or rent
it out, keep it as an investment.

- l'm flattered, but l don't know what to say.
- say Yes.

- This is a big thing. l have to think about it.
- say Yes.

Danny. Don't rush me.

Relax.

- That's all right.
- That was really necessary, was it?

Prostate cancer's the most common
cancer in men. Get your clothes on.

So, what happens now?

l get the results and write a
report for the insurance company.

You can request to see it, but that
could delay the insurer's decision.

No, l trust you, Doc.

Mark, um...

- Did you have mumps as a child?
- l...don't think so. Don't know. Why?

l couldn't help noticing that your
testes are smaller than you'd expect,

which is often a side effect of mumps.

l thought that was...

l thought they were in proportion to the
size of the other attributes in that area.

Oh, um...

Well, l'll include a sperm test. You'll
need to give a sample at the hospital.

No, l don't think that's... l'd have to,
um... ln the hospital? l'm known there.

- do l have to?
- do you want me to do a full medical?

l'll give you a container.
You can take it there yourself.

Keep it at body temperature and get it to
them within an hour of, um...production.

Morning.

Oh, Mark. l was wondering if l
could have a quick word with you.

l probably shouldn't tell you this,
but there's a gentleman in the village

and he's looking for a girl.

Sorry, Mrs T. Can't stop. Gotta
get something to the hospital.

- can l lend a hand?
- Uh...no, thanks.

What is it?

Look, l said no, thanks.

How are you doing, Mrs T?

l did mention that we'd probably
need half an hour, the doctor and l?

Yeah.

And maybe a pot of tea
when you've got a minute.

Mrs Tishell, what can l do for you?

Oh, Doctor, l brought you some cake

and this article on medications for
coronary vascular disease in the MHRA.

l thought, with your background,
you'd be most interested.

Don't worry about the sticky pages.
lt's where l slipped in the bath.

Mrs Tishell, do you
have a medical complaint?

l just need some painkillers for my
neck. lt's a bit worse than usual.

Take your cervical collar
off. l'll have a look.

There's no need. There's nothing to see.

- l'll be the judge of that.
- Dr Sim couldn't see anything.

- He thought l was malingering.
- He was right to suspect it.

The majority of people wearing
cervical collars are wasting their time.

l know. But torticollis,
if you've got it,

well, it can be a pain in the neck.

- Sorry.
- How long have you Had the pain?

Like l said, years. Years.

- have you thought about physiotherapy?
- No, l don't like being pulled and prodded.

l thought perhaps some
good, strong painkillers,

like Tramadol or dihydrocodeine.

Some good, strong opioid analgesics.

Not until l've carried
out an examination,

which l can't until you
stop wearing that collar.

- tea.
- No.

Goodbye, Mrs Tishell.

Smells good.

The very best chicken
tandoori outside of Delhi.

Oh, great.

Oh, no prawn biryani.
l love prawn biryani.

l don't think l should
be having shellfish.

- Pregnant women aren't supposed to.
- Oh. l thought you must be allergic.

You said pregnant women aren't
supposed to have shellfish.

l did.

You're...?

You said?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.

- Absolutely nothing's wrong.
- you sure?

- Oh!

Pathology.

l'd like to double-check
a sperm test, please.

- Thanks for seeing me.
- l'm on the phone.

- Sorry.
- Shut the door. No, not you.

Mark Mylow. Yeah.

Right. Yeah. Thank you.

Come in.

Thanks.

Um, it's just that, um, l've done
a test and, um...l'm pregnant.

Anyway, so, um, it's probably
nothing, but l've had...

- How Many weeks Pregnant are you?
- Can't be much, can it?

- l'll examine you.
- l hadn't...

You can get changed behind there.

- get plenty of rest before your scan.
- Right.

Which l suggest should be soon.

Fundal height isn't an exact measurement,
but l'd say you're 12 to 1 4 weeks pregnant.

ls that right?

Oh. l didn't know you could tell.

Um, Mark doesn't need to know.

- He'll find out sooner or later.
- How?

l'll just tell him
the baby's a bit early.

lf you tell him, Doctor, l'll sue you.

Right. This consultation is over.

You need to find a new GP. Your notes.

Relax. Mark's happy, l'm happy,
and he's gonna be my baby's dad,

and no one's gonna rock your
precious little boat in Portwenn.

''Let me first say that the
bridesmaids look absolutely...''

Bye.

''...smashing today, outshone
only by our lovely bride Jane.

''Today is a sad day for single men,

''as another beauty leaves
the...available list.''

What d'you think?

''Our bride Jane'' is
not gonna go down well.

- Whose wedding is it? Tarzan's?
- This book isn't helping.

No. Anyway, Danny Steel and Louisa
Glasson might beat Mark and Julie to it.

- Danny And Louisa?
- Danny enquired about the church...

- Right, Doc?
- l'm going to see Mark. l'll be 20 minutes.

And he pencilled in a
date while he was there.

Mind you, that was Maddy B and
she talks out of her you-know-what.

- Mark. l need to speak to you.
- A little secret you're not telling me?

- What?
- l know you're not allowed to say.

But Julie won't sue you for
breach of confidentiality.

She told me herself.
lt's earlier than l hoped.

l wanted to do the marriage
thing first, do it by the book.

Call me romantic, that's how l always
imagined it, but l'm so happy, Doc.

l'm gonna be a dad. How cool is that?

- Mark...
- The old sperm test, you had me worried.

- Doc, Mark.
- Between me and you, please.

Julie wants it that way for now. Al.

l'm having a bit of a problem
with the best-man speech.

l'm not supposed to
see it. lt's bad luck.

Mark, l need to see you in my surgery.

- OK, sure.
- Thank you.

Oh, hello, Bert. How are you?

- l've done my back in again, Mrs T.
- Oh, l'm sorry to hear that.

l can recommend paracetamol for
pain relief or anti-inflammatories.

l don't want that
rubbish. The strong stuff.

- You'll have to see the doc.
- l done that. here.

Oh.

- Tramadol?
- ls that No Good?

No, no. l'm sure it's
the right thing for you.

l expect the doctor took some
convincing to give you these?

No, l told him what the problem
was, he gave me the prescription.

You know the doc. There's no chat.

Well, you might find he'd
give 'em to you at first

and then be a bit funny
about giving you any more.

He doesn't believe
in...we don't believe in

giving people strong painkillers
unless it's completely necessary.

Maybe. He told me to
come back when l want.

Did he?

Do you know what l mean?
l do. lt's not long enough.

Hey. How's my girl?

- Oh, hi, Danny.
- wine. Great.

- you know...
- So, have you...?

l was just thinking about
when we got together.

You know, when we got together way back.

- And you know when we split up...
- l know, l know. l'm sorry.

lt's just...at that point
in my life, career...

See, l think men are programmed.

Success. lt's the modern equivalent
of hunting with a spear, providing.

That's rubbish, isn't it?

Do you really think we're programmed?
We make our own decisions, don't we?

l've changed. That's what
l've been trying to tell you.

l don't wanna rush into anything. You've
only been in the village five minutes.

- You're not saying no?
- No, no, l'm not.

- That's fantastic.

Sorry.

Danny Steel. Yeah.

Oh, hi. Um... No, it's
a good time. Hang on.

- lt's work. l'll see you later.
- Bye.

Yeah.

Excuse me. Graham
Orchard. Salvation Army.

No, no, l'm not collecting.

Have you seen this girl?

- Um...
- Emma Lewis.

Though she's probably
using a different name.

She was 1 4 in the photograph.

No. Sorry. lt's not someone l know.

Can you take another look,
please? She's in her early 30s now.

She'd have changed her
appearance, for various reasons.

No. Sorry.

l think l've spoken to the
entire population of Portwenn.

Hang on. There's something, but l
don't know. l might be wrong. Can we...?

Martin, there's something
l need to ask you.

What do you want? My blessing?

What? What for?

Oh, right. Come in, come in.

- This is Graham.
- Yep, we've already met.

- Hello again, Doctor.
- l Still have No change.

This girl's now a 32-year-old woman,
slimmer and her hair's different.

She began using different
names as a teenager,

not unusual in young people
with a troubled childhood.

- lt's a way of reinventing yourself.
- well?

A troubled childhood and
reinventing herself and then what?

ldentity fraud, basically.
Credit-card theft.

Some have been used
recently in Portwenn.

My concern is to reunite her with the
mother. The police aren't involved.

- Do you think it's...?
- of course.

- So, what do we do?
- We? We don't do anything.

- we have to do something.
- Why?

- for Mark.
- Mark Who?

Shush. l don't think it's any of my
business or any of yours. Goodbye.

- Now, hang on a minute.
- Martin, what's the matter?

Forget it. Sorry. This
was a really bad idea.

Goodbye.

All right, Doc? You asked me to drop in.

- Take a seat, please.
- Ooh, serious stuff, then.

Well, it's...unfortunate news, yes.

My MOT? l haven't got...?
Oh, my God, l'm not...?

l have been feeling funny, palpitations,
but l thought that was just excitement.

What's this?

''Azoospermia.''

lt means you're infertile, Mark.

Well, it must be wrong, mustn't it?

Even men with low sperm
counts can, you know.

One persistent little
blighter, that's all it takes.

Azoospermia means no sperm at
all, persistent or otherwise.

- No sperm At all?
- None.

Julie's pregnant.

- Yes. - This isn't right.
There's been a mix-up.

No. l called the lab and
they confirmed the result.

l don't think Julie will take very
kindly to what you're insinuating.

- l'll have to live with that.
- Yes, because she's gonna be my wife.

- ask her Who she is before you marry her.
- What's that mean?

- Julie Mitchell's not her real name.
- lt is.

She can call herself Robbie
Williams for all l care.

lt's not illegal. That's
my department, the law.

l'm the policeman. You're
the...member of the public.

Her family asked the Salvation Army
to trace her. Her mother's dying.

l know what this is. This is you. You
can't bear to see me happy, can you?

You haven't got anyone,
so you don't want me to.

You wouldn't know a good
relationship if it bit you

- on your stuck-up nose. -
You're engaged to a fraud.

l'm right and you know it.
The whole of Portwenn knows it.

The effort l've gone to
welcoming you to this village.

All you've ever done is snub
me. Think l haven't noticed?

l love Julie, she loves
me and we're having a baby.

- That's all l care about.
- Her name's not Julie. lt's Emma Lewis.

Hey.

You have to give a girl
notice before you come round.

- Why's that?
- l might have to put my face on.

- Which face is that?
- You know, make-up?

Not the face of Jane
Carpenter or Louise Wood

or Joanne Jeffrey or Emma Lewis?

Oh.

Oh.

l can explain all of that.

- How?
- Oh, come on, Mark.

You know, so l've had
an interesting past.

lt's part of my charm.
You worry too much.

Come and have a drink.

We're getting married and we're
gonna have a baby together.

About that. Our first time
was only, what, a month ago?

Yeah. You see, we're
right for each other.

You only had to look
at me and l'm pregnant.

That must have been it. A look.

Because, see, l've had a sperm
test, a fertility test, and...

Hey, Marky.

We can work this out, can't we?

Emma Lewis, l'm arresting you on
suspicion of using a false identity.

You don't have to say anything. Anything
you do say may be used in evidence.

- She's all right.
- No need to Go to the hospital?

She'll need a scan, but there's no rush.

Good. So, l can arrest her?

Well, l'd wait till
things are a bit clearer.

What could be clearer?
She's a crook, a grifter.

She's driven a horse
and cart through my life.

Coach and horses.

Yeah. Whatever.

Marty!

l was just on my way to see you.

l've just had a letter from
your father's solicitor.

l didn't get a chance to explain.
l had no idea he intended...

l know, l know, l know. l know that
you gave up your London flat for me,

so he gave up his claim.

- Why didn't you say?
- You didn't give me the chance.

- Ah, the Ellingham curse.
- What d'you mean?

Never talking about anything.
Keeping your emotions hidden.

Oh, Marty. Thank you.

You're welcome.

And while we're on the
subject of feelings...

- What?
- Oh, don't be obtuse. Louisa and Danny.

He's very keen. There are rumours.

- l'd heard.
- Do something, say something.

Close the door behind you, Amy.

- Right, up the stairs, please.
- there she is. Go on.

- All right, l will.
- Go on.

- Just Go away.
Up the stairs, come on.

Thank you, Jack.

Louisa.

l went to see Mark, but you'd already
told him. You said it wasn't our business.

lt's not. lt came up in the
context of a medical conversation.

Did you expect it to come up?

Uh, yes, yes, l did.

Then why didn't you say that instead of
giving the impression you didn't care?

Why do you do that?

Anyway, poor Mark. ls he all right?

No, l doubt it.

He really loved her.

And l admire him for that.

He didn't hold back. He
absolutely went for it.

Well, l'll see you.

Louisa.

Are you, uh, gonna go
for it with the architect?

Martin, what's that
got to do with anything?

l don't know.

Maybe you're waiting for
a signal from on high.

Now you're being horrible.

- Mark, l'm so sorry.
- Don't. Don't say you're sorry.

- Who's the father?
- Arrest me or get out of here.

Some bloke in Exeter.

No one. Didn't mean anything.

And me? Did l mean anything?
Or was l just cover?

No better cover than a policeman.

Then l found l liked you.

Thought maybe l could settle.

You're so straight.

l thought maybe l
could go straight, too.

- be the real me.
- Whoever that is.

Get her out of my sight.

Hi. l've just had a phone call.
Well, l've had several phone calls.

- are you All right?
- Yeah, yeah, l guess. You know, Mark.

- lt's all a bit of a shock.
- l heard, l know. Poor guy.

Can l tell you about this project? lt's
an art-gallery conversion in the East End.

lt's a job l went for ages ago.

Their first choice backed out, and
suddenly yours truly's in the frame.

- pardon?
- This is the one, Lou.

This is the job l've
been hanging on for.

A job in London? Well,
make up your mind, Danny.

What happened to us
living at your mum's?

We can get married and live in London.

But l live here. l work here. l'm
the head-teacher of Portwenn Primary.

You show up at any
East End primary school,

they'll get down and kiss
the ground you walk on.

You just don't get it, do
you, Danny? My life's here.

Until five minutes ago,
l thought yours was.

Well, so did l, but...things change.

l didn't plan this.

lt's sudden. l understand that.

You need time to think.

But it's not sudden. Go
to London. Take the job.

You're being perverse now.

No, Danny, l just know who l am.

But you don't have a clue
who you are or what you want.

One minute it's London,
next it's Cornwall.

l'm sorry l haven't said anything
before, but all your finding religion.

Where the hell did that come from?

l've been feeling sorry for Mark and his
fraudulent girlfriend, but this is the same.

- There's no substance to you.
- You don't mean that.

Don't tell me what l mean.

lf you did mean that, l can't
see how l can recover from that,

how we can recover from that.

Let's not recover, Danny.

Let's not recover?

Bye, Danny.

- Oh, good afternoon, Doctor.
- You're still wearing that collar.

Oh, yes. Look, l just wanted to say
l know some patients do get Tramadol

and l am sure that is exactly
the right thing for them.

- And your point is?
- l wanted to assure you, as a professional,

that l do, in fact, get
some neck discomfort which...

Probably because you
never take that collar off.

l do take it off.

Look, l know you think l...

l do. l think you are somatizing.

l can assure you l am not.

Go on, then.

- What?
- Take it off.

- Now?
- Yes.

- ln front of you?
- Yeah.

There's nothing whatsoever
wrong with your neck, is there?

- l Would really like some medication.
- As your doctor, l decline that request.

- you are being very mean.
- Quite possibly.

Oh.

Thank you, Mrs Tishell. You OK?

- Yes.
- Good.

Can l have a new head for
my electric toothbrush?

ls it true about you and Danny Steel?

- ls What true?
- are you getting married?

D'you know something? This village!
Mrs Tishell, can l just say something?

Danny Steel and l are not in
a relationship of any kind.

Don't leave it too long.

- leave What?
- you might end up like me.

l mean, l was pretty. Not like
you, but passable. Men looked.

And then, when l was about
30, they stopped looking,

so that's when l stopped
taking off the collar.

'Cause l thought what's the point?
Though there is Clive, of course.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Mrs Tishell.

- D'you wanna sit down?
- No.

l just wanna take this bloody,
bloody, bloody collar off.

- Mrs Tishell... lt's Sally, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Sally, why don't you take it off?

Because l... Well, the doc's right.

l'm, you know... lt's just,
well, it's an emotional crutch.

D'you wanna take it off now?

Yeah.

Just for a minute, then.

How does that feel?

Well, it feels...

l feel liberated.

- l feel...

- Ah! Oh!
- Mrs Tishell, what is it?

lt's my neck!

My neck!

Martin. Mrs Tishell says it's her neck,

and now there's electric shocks
running through her hands.

- you told her to Take the collar off.
- She's had it on for years. The torticollis.

No, it's not that. lt's my fingers.

- What about your fingers?
- Well, l've had some tingling. Ah!

l thought it was vitamin B deficiency,
so l've been taking supplements.

- But This is something else.
- Did you fall?

l've been careful since
l slipped in the bath.

- when Did you fall in the bath?
- Ah.

Well, l told you. Dropped the
MHRA bulletin and knocked my neck.

Cough.

- Ah! Oh! lt's my fingers!
- both hands?

- Yeah.
- Don't move, don't move, don't move.

l'm going to hold your head very still.

You keep pertectly still, Mrs Tishell.

Right. You comfortable?

- Yeah.
- l think you knocked yourself very badly.

l think it was quite a bad
knock, come to think of it.

You've prolapsed a disc.

- know What that means?
- l think so.

Your head is pressing down on
a nerve in your spinal cord.

- there might be some paralysis.
- Oh, my God.

Louisa, you telephone for an ambulance
and then help me with Mrs Tishell's collar.

Yeah.

So l was right to wear it?

Yes, Mrs Tishell, you were.

Will she be all right?

She'll have an excuse to wear that collar
for the next 20 years, but probably, yes.

- Right.
- Right.

- Good night.
- night.

Martin.

Yes.

Martin, there's 20 things
about you that are crap.

Thank you.

But if you were a stick of rock, you'd
be Martin Ellingham all the way through.

lt's over. He's gone.

- going back to London.
- l'm missing him already.

l don't wanna talk about him.

l wanna have a drink with you.

l...l don't drink.

Alcohol has an appalling effect on
the liver, central nervous system...

l know you don't drink.
That's why l want to.

Wait here and don't move,
right? Do not move a muscle.

Tosser.

- ...straight out the rough.
- No?

- Nine iron.

- All right, Mark?
- Yeah, l'll get there, Al.

That's the right attitude to have,
if you don't mind my saying so.

No use crying over a bad apple, that's
what l say, even if she were pretty.

- Dad.
- lt's all right, Al.

- Probably for the best.
- Yeah, l suppose so.

lt gets me off the hook
with the speech problem.

My point exactly. There's plenty
of upsides to this. Plenty.

But she were a looker, weren't she?

That's actually quite
common with a viral infection.

What?

- l thought...
- What?

l thought the wine would be...

- Disinhibiting?
- Yeah. l thought we'd talk more.

l don't really talk.

l know you don't.

l don't know. l just imagined that
we'd have this great big talk...

and that l'd get you
drunk and seduce you...

Maybe not.

But l wanted to see you, you know?

See the real you.

- l...
- That's what l was saying before.

Underneath the gruff, monosyllabic,

well-meaning but rude
surtace, you're...

gruff, monosyllabic and, well, rude.

What about well-meaning?

But l should be glad,
because l was right.

You are exactly what it says on the tin.

Doc Martin through and through.

Did your dad leave any more wine?

You see, l think we should just
sit here and drink some more

and carry on not saying

any of the stupid things that
people say when they're drunk.

- l sh...
- Sh. No talking.

No, well, l should tell you the
main reason that l don't drink

is because l just fall asleep.

l don't say anything.

l'm constipated, my Auntie Joan says.

l said no talking.

That's rubbish anyway.
Rubbish. Things people say.

Martin.

You're so beautiful.

You're so very beautiful.
D'you know that?

OK.

lf that's what you were gonna
say, l...l don't mind you talking.

All l think about, every day,

is just catching a glimpse of you.

- Oh, Louisa.
- Sh. Don't spoil it.

l love you. l love you.

Oh, Martin. This bloody
table's in the way.

Martin?

Martin?

You're gonna have to help
me a little bit, Martin.

Right.

Um...

Hello, Doc?

Al. Al.

Al. lt's me.

Yeah. You've got to see this. Hang on.

God! God!

Hi, Pauline. l'm here to see the doc.
- Hiya, Al.

All right, Paul?
How are you?

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

- Morning.

Surgery will be running a
little late this morning.

But l do feel my glands are up, so
l thought maybe you'd have a look.

All right. Open up.

- l can't see if you turn your head away.
- Sorry. lt's just... Have you been drinking?

You know that feeling when you've got
a headache coming, just behind the eyes,

and then it spreads, it throbs
like a scaled-up old boiler?

lt's also in your stomach and waterworks
and you've gotta run to the toilet.

- How long have you Had This feeling?
- Oh, not me, Doc. No, you.

Who was the lucky tipper? Someone we
know or just you and your canine friend?

- get Out.
- Uh, hair of the dog, Doc?

- Get out, Bert!
- course.

- He's not in the mood.
- That's right.

lf you are offended by the fact
that last night l drank wine

or you've come to waste my time with
infantile jokes, then you can bugger off.

- Next patient, Pauline.
- Right, boy. Let sleeping dogs lie.

That's not funny.

No more patients. Have a lie-down.

No, l'll just get some air.

l thought if you weren't used to drinking,
you wouldn't know this hangover cure.

l teach Year 6 on a Monday, and this is
the only thing that makes it possible.

- Thank you.
- What happened to your head?

Oh. Uh, nothing.

Did you want some medical advice?

No, just the morning-after pill.

- What?
- Joking. lt was Just a joke.

l just wondered if there was anything else
you wanted to say before you passed out.

l embarrassed myself.

No, you didn't embarrass yourself.

And l'm really glad that
you said what you said.

And l just wish that l'd had a
chance to say that...l do, too.

l love you, too.

- What?
- Uh, nothing.

No, what?

- Love. lt's a...
- love is What?

lt's a difficult word when we
don't know each other that well.

Martin, we've known each
other quite a while now.

Yes, but for you to say you love me when
you can't possibly know that you do is...

- ls What?
- Potentially delusional.

Oh.

There are certain, you know,
quite well-known disorders where...

What disorders?

...where a person falls for someone
else and believes that they love them.

Pardon?

De Clerambault's syndrome, also known
as erotomania. More common in women.

They fall for an older man of a
higher social standing than themselves.

Martin, what the hell
are you talking about?

Delusional romantic attachments,
often associated with

excessive, uh, intrusiveness

into the life of the object
of the irrational affection.

- Stalking, if you like.

Oh.

English HoH

- with the course first.
- Seventy pounds a sample'd be fair.

Say, ten pounds a test tube
plus a bonus if l do it quickly.

- can l wear a white coat?

Hi, Martin. Sorry it's late.

- No, no, come in.
- l've brought someone to see you.

Oh, you.

- How's your daughter?
- She's all right.

Um, what did they say at the hospital?

They said she would be
dead if it weren't for you.

Yes, that's right.

Alison…

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Alison was worried about seeing you.

- Thought you might be angry, so l...
- Come And protect her.

- l'm sorry l stole the Ritalin.
- So am l.

- But if you'd given me some...
- Alison.

Listen, your daughter is nearly
an adolescent, not a child.

She reacted to the Ritalin in
the same way that an adult would.

lt stimulated her. Added to the fact
that she was strung out on diet pills.

- l told you, no!
- Hmm. you did.

- are you calling me a liar?
- Yes.

For your information, the
diet pills were for me.

All right?

Although l suppose she could've
nicked some behind me back.

Oh, God! l suggest you lock them up.

Or find an alternative method.

- Oh, so callous.
- Keep your mouth shut.

And it's time to go. She
really is very grateful.

Can l stay here?

- of course you can.
- l've promised to take Alison home.

l meant can l stay at the
surgery? As your patient.

- you want me to be your doctor?
- l want you to be my Doctor.

- Yeah.
- What changed your mind?

l don't really know.

- do you think...?
- What?

- Do you think l'm anaemic?
- l can find out,

but l wouldn't worry about it.

- But l do worry. Yes.
- do you? What about?

Everything. l worry about
what l'm doing with my life.

Well, l'm sure that's not uncommon.

Well, do you worry about your life?

Well, l tend not to
dwell on those things.

l try to keep busy, really,
with work and my hobby.

- your clock.
- Mmm.

- l nearly Finished This one.
- Then What?

Um... perhaps it'll be
time for something new.

l hope so.

You do?

Yes.