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Get back! Get out!

Marty?

I made two. I thought of you.

- Oh. - Get down. Get down.

- What's that? - It's a dog. And it's with me.

Why?

- You remember my neighbor Sam? - No.

No. Well, it doesn't matter because he's dead.

Someone had to take care of Buddy, so here we are.

What were you doing in there?

Uh, nothing.

No. Come on. Call it, call it! It's gone in there.

It's just a dog, Martin.

Come on, Buddy. He's good company.

He's like that stray that used to follow you around.

I do not wish to have my home and my practice

polluted by microcontaminants.

What has he got there?

Well, that's not the point, is it?

It's clearly not his!

All right, all right. Come on, Buddy.

I think we've outstayed our welcome.

- Come on. - Yes, I think you have.

- And thank you for the pie. - Enjoy.

It's pitch-dark.

You can't relax 'cause you know it's gonna start again.

You... You just don't know when.

I had a sheep that snored.

It's the silence that kills you.

Pauline, have you collected my antimicrobial soap

from Mrs. Tishell?

No. I haven't. I overslept.

I couldn't sleep, could I?

My brother's been kicked out the army.

- Who's my next patient? - That'd be me, Doc.

For... get this... Snoring too loud.

So, what does he do?

He sleeps on our sofa and keeps us awake all night

with the

Where are his notes?

Come through.

She didn't sleep very well, Doc.

I think there's something suspicious

going on down here, Doc.

This mole just appeared from nowhere.

- Has it changed shape? - No.

It's not inflamed or raised. Does it bleed or itch?

Of course not. But it just feels suspicious.

- No. - Are you positive, Doc?

- Yes. - Well...

Oh, Doc, there just was one other thing

that I wanted to discuss with you.

- I've got this feeling. - A suspicious feeling?

No, no. it's more like when you’re traveling by train.

I see.

Well, you got your newspaper, and you got your tea.

But you can't just settle

because you're not where you want to be yet.

Do you have any chest pain, dizziness, or nausea?

Then pull up your trousers and go away.

Doc, Doc, Doc. Just bear me out, right?

There's something wrong.

I mean, it's like a piece missing.

In matters of the heart, Doc. You know what I'm talking about.

Except you know what piece is missing.

- I'm with a patient. - I know.

You don't interrupt me when I'm with a patient.

I know.

Then you'll also know to turn around, walk away,

and close the door.

Fine.

Well, just let her bleed to death, then. Save you the trip.

What?

There's an emergency at the school.

Would you like to know why?

- Would you? - Would I what?

This is why we don't run in corridors.

I want my pencil back.

- There could be brain damage. - It hasn't gone into her brain.

You can't see anything from over here.

It's my favorite pencil.

Parents sue for this sort of thing.

What are you doing? Why don't you do something?

I'm assessing.

Don't move.

- Don't break it. - Oh, all right.

Ugh!

Uh.

Will it need stitches?

No. I don't think so. Hold that.

Thank you.

Ow!

Oh!

Um... thank you.

Here's your soap, Dr. Ellingham.

I was reading a fascinating article about pica.

That's when people have a compulsion

to eat dirt, paper, and other things they shouldn't...

Oh, sorry.

You know that, of course, don't you? Sorry.

Half-baked sensationalism. A box of gloves, please.

That's exactly what I thought. Half-baked sensationalism.

I'll be heading out now!

Pay the papers. Take the bottles for recycling.

Oh! I'll put the lottery on!

Well, you never know!

This is Clive.

My husband.

Oh. I'd assumed he was dead.

No. He is here.

He works on the rigs. He's a safety officer.

Safety officer! On the rigs!

Not for too much longer, though!

This is Dr. Ellingham.

Sal talks about you all the time!

Not all the time.

Anything I should be worried about, huh?!

- Clive. - Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Heavy machinery! Pounds away 24-7.

Destroys your ears. Poor me, eh?

But...

Very soon they'll be

sending me back home to the wife on disability!

Eh?!

- Clive, could you just... - Sorry!

But I'm really...

I'm really looking forward

to coming back home to the wife.

Lidocaine.

Uh, 1% or 2%, Doctor?

2%.

Thank you.

Won't be long!

Clive's only here for a couple of weeks, Doctor.

Oh, how sweet.

- Don't call that one too. - Bugger off.

Go on. Go away.

Get! Go!

Get out! Get out!

All right. Get out.

Get out!

Get out!

Buddy!

Where was he?

Making a flea-ridden nuisance of himself at my surgery.

- What, he ran all that way? - Must really be fond of you.

It's a dog.

It eats. It smells.

Some of my best friends are dogs.

You have my sympathy.

This is an old friend of mine. Barbara Collingsworth.

This is Martin Ellingham, my nephew.

Actually, quite good timing that you're here.

I was gonna make an appointment to see you.

- I got this pain, see? - Call my receptionist.

Get that creature out of my car.

Come on, Buddy.

Come on. Good boy.

Come on, Buddy. Now, be a good boy.

Let me take a run at him, Joanie.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Communication understanding. That's all it is, really.

Barbara is a behavioral therapist.

Fascinating. Goodbye.

Perhaps she could help with your little problem.

Martin has a phobia of blood.

Why don't you find another complete stranger

and tell them all about my childhood bed-wetting?

Well, 12 is hardly childhood, Martin.

Might be worth a try.

Don't want to bang my own trumpet,

but I do get quite speedy results.

Only yesterday I had this bitch who proved to be very stubborn,

but I soon sorted her out.

You're a dog trainer.

Dog psychologist. It's all the same, really.

Simply a matter of rewiring the brain.

Restrain that animal.

Or analyze its unhappy childhood.

I am taking you down, Large.

I don't think so.

Put your money where your mouth is, then.

I'm all-in.

Almost a whole matchbox there.

Welcome to the big time.

Why don't I sweeten the pot?

Bloody hell. You'd give me this restaurant?

- Result. - Not the restaurant, Pauline.

It's just a way of saying, if you fancied it,

you could move into the flat.

Oh. No.

What have you got, then?

Uh, pair of 8s.

Oh. Beats mine.

- Yeah? - Yeah. Never my day.

Huh.

Maybe some other time.

What's in the bag, Doc?

Oh!

Why don't you look where you're going?

I'm going to the recycling! Why do you ask?!

Mr. Tishell!

Mr. Tishell!

Call an ambulance.

What?

Call an amb... Oh, don't worry.

She's in shock.

Lucid, but no apparent fractures.

Come on.

And make sure that's nice and snug.

We've done this before, Dr. Ellingham.

Did she attempt to alert you to the danger?

No warning. Just came down the hill.

And went flying over the bonnet.

Could have rung her bell at least.

Hit the ground. Splat!

Bang.

Hmm? Put "splat."

Do you mind?

And what did you do immediately afterwards?

Aah!

Ah! Ah!

Aah!

- That looks painful. - Oh, nasty.

Oh, that's your medical opinion, is it?

- You'd better come with us. - I'm fine!

That's gonna need stitches. You gonna do them yourself?

Yes.

No.

It's a simple uninterrupted suture, yes?

Yes.

Not too tight.

Don't want to cut off the blood supply.

Do you want to finish this yourself?

Doc?

Just wanted to thank you.

I didn't do anything. Have they tested your reflexes?

Uh, I think so. Slight percussion.

But apart from that, everything's hunky-dory.

If you had reacted faster,

that accident could have been avoided.

You look flushed. Are you hot?

Uh, yeah, a little. Yeah. My stomach's hurting again.

Again?

Well, like I said before.

I was gonna come and see you 'cause...

Oh!

Nurse!

Nurse?!

Woman here suffering acute abdominal pain.

- Who are you? - I'm her G.P.

Get me a surgical specialist now.

Immediately now.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

That's why I need to get you seen.

Is that all right?

Ellingham.

Edith.

Bad pasty?

Uh, something like that.

What are you doing in Truro?

Well, I, um...

I was going to examine my patient,

but let's have a catch-up instead.

Nurse said your G.P. reported

you were experiencing abdominal pain.

Where is he?

I'm here.

Right.

Does it hurt when you cough?

Yeah.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how does it feel when I press?

How long has she...

18 years.

How long is it now?!

16?! 17 years?!

We've been married 18 years!

18!

Don't seem that long, do it?

Suppose it's still the honeymoon period, eh, Sal?

There you are.

All combs sorted according to color.

- Good. - Sal...

How about we put up the "Back in five minutes" sign?

Oh! Dr. Ellingham.

You could have caused a serious accident yesterday afternoon.

Like I told P.C. Penhale, it wasn't my fault!

You are irresponsible and a danger to the public.

You can't talk to me like that!

Have you had your ears examined?

No! There's no point!

Then you need to call my receptionist

and make an appointment before you cause any more accidents.

- No! - Yes!

Please, Clive!

- There's no need! - I am trying to help you!

I don't need help!

The very fact that we are all shouting

surely proves that you do.

I'm never gonna sleep again.

They shouldn't have kicked him out of the army for snoring.

They should have kept him in

and used him as a weapon of mass destruction.

- Dr. Ellingham, please. - He's with a patient.

I'll see him next.

Oh, so you're Chippy Miller, the crabman.

- What? - You don't have an appointment.

I'm Dr. Montgomery.

I'm Pauline the receptionist.

- He'll see me. - No, he won't.

Unbelievable.

There really is no way of knowing.

Perhaps weeks. If she's one of the lucky ones.

You hear about this,

but you never think it's gonna happen to you.

It's head lice, woman, not leukemia.

Stop that.

All right.

Yep. That'll do. We're finished.

Grace. Come on.

No, no, no. No.

Come on.

Pauline. Control this child.

Who let that dog in here?!

Where's my aunt?

This woman thinks she's gonna see you.

I see you're busy, so...

Won't take long.

It's nice.

Do they pay you in chickens?

Hmm.

You just passing?

Collingsworth woman.

Abdominal pressure and pelvic pain.

Pictures showed a mass in there. She has a cyst.

It's been a while.

20 years.

See you still like impractical footwear.

What were you doing in Truro?

One day a week. Common obstetrics.

Gathering data.

I run a private fertility clinic next door.

Married?

Not long enough for there to be any permanent damage.

- You? - No.

Isn't it customary to write a letter outlining your diagnosis

rather than reporting in person?

Then I wouldn't have been able to poke around

in your underwear drawer.

I heard whispers of a surgeon with hemophobia.

Did you?

How are you finding general practice?

Busy.

Right.

Have you lost your edge, Ellingham?

Are you trying to diagnose me?

I don't have to, do I?

Catch of the day is sea bream.

The soup is leek and potato.

The vegetarian option is also leek and potato.

It's a big day for leeks. And potatoes.

I'll take your drinks order in a matter of moments.

Here I am, 58 years of age,

working for my son.

Just made me add in 58.

I'm a waiter in a restaurant I used to own.

You still own it.

10% is not much to show for a lifetime.

You know what, boy? I need more.

Dad, we've had this discussion, right?

We've got a contract. 10 percent is what we agreed.

No. I need some of that companionship.

That what's missing. Some closeness.

Uh... Well, um...

You've always got me.

More like what you've got with Pauline.

- If you know what I mean. - Oh.

It's been so long,

I've forgotten what a woman smells like.

- All right, Dad. - You know, the tender touch.

Do you know any?

Women? Like, for me?

What, your age?

I know it's a long shot.

Why don't you give Caitlin, the napkin lady, a ring?

Caitlin?

She's single. She's your age.

I mean, she even laughs at your jokes.

There's not many of them out there.

Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure she's my type.

Martin.

Chris.

Oh, what happened there?

Oh, nothing.

So who's complained about me now?

Look, can't I just drop in on an old mate?

Was it Mr. Turnbull or Mrs. Felcher?

- Mr. Walton. - Oh.

He says you called him a mentally deficient parasite.

He is a mentally deficient parasite.

Fair enough.

The man complains about every little thing.

Right. I've spoken to you.

Complaint dealt with at chief-executive level.

Job done. So how have you been?

Consultations are up 5%.

How have you been?

Um, well, I suppose things are all right.

Could be better.

Yes?

Well, since you ask...

I'm beginning to think that, uh,

perhaps my time here is at an end.

You mean you want to move practices?

No.

I'm thinking of going back into surgery.

And you're ready? I mean, your problem...

I'm working on it.

Well, do you want me to see what's out there?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Oh, Doc.

Oh, I'm glad I caught you.

And your shadow.

You should be in hospital.

I have surgery tomorrow morning.

Yeah, feeling a bit under the weather but otherwise okay.

They let me pop home for a few bits and pieces.

Um, Dr. Montgomery.

Uh, she's obviously very good at her job.

Yes, she is.

But she's not very generous with information.

I see.

I just don't get what's going on.

There's nothing to get. It's a logical progression.

You had the MRI. It showed a mass in your abdomen.

You had the C.T. scan. That confirmed a cyst.

And now she's going to operate. It's quite straightforward.

Uh, no, I don't think so.

You don't think so what?

I don't think they did all those things.

Of course they did. It's the standard procedure.

That's how other conditions are ruled out.

P.C. scan. They didn't do that.

Yes, they did.

Big machine with the rotating thing?

I mean, I'd remember something like that.

There was no C.T. scan?

Don't mean to be annoying.

I'm sure it's not important, but I...

You can't help being annoying. And, yes, it is important.

Right, it is. Yeah, right.

Do you have her number with you?

Yeah. Yeah.

Montgomery.

You didn't order a C.T. scan

on Barbara Collingsworth?

- Correct. - You should have.

I think not.

So how did you rule out diverticulitis?

- Woman's intuition? - Experience.

It doesn't necessarily have to be a cyst.

Mind your own business. This isn't your case.

It could be a diverticular mass,

which would be easily treatable with antibiotics.

I'm afraid you've lost me with all those long words.

You're diagnosis is premature.

Stick to the sore throats and the diarrhea

and leave the surgery to the grown-ups.

Um, it appears we assess the situation differently.

Goodbye.

If my brother doesn't leave soon, I'm gonna murder him.

Probably fall asleep halfway through, though.

Dad looks like he's having a good time, doesn't he?

Had to phone her three times

before he plucked up the courage to ask her.

Oh, that's sweet.

We've got napkins for the next five years now,

but at least he's got a date, eh?

Pauline?

Mm? Yeah. Yeah.

Write it down, and I'll read it when I wake up.

I'm going home.

Bed. The final frontier.

Must be very exciting owning a restaurant.

Well, I only sort of own it.

I'm letting the boy have a crack.

Still, it's very flash.

You've got lovely eyes, if you don't mind my saying.

And they like what they see.

So...

Do you want to move on?

Sunsets are lovely this time of year.

I mean, we could go and have a walk along the cliff.

I'm too tired for a walk.

Maybe more of a lie-down?

Of course, if you're tired,

I mean, we can always call it a night.

I mean a lie-down together.

Why don't we freshen up our drinks first?

What could be better?!

You, me, and the sea.

We'll have an eternity of time together.

Just you and me.

I think you really should see Dr. Ellingham.

Sal, this is my lot in life. I can deal with it.

- Yes, but... - Sal.

Be happy.

Your husband's coming home.

Same again?!

Oh, just an orange juice.

- Sorry?! - Orange juice.

Come again?!

Brandy! I'll have a double brandy!

Ah.

Aah!

What the hell?

I could have killed you with my bare hands.

I'm a deadly weapon.

I can't take it anymore!

- Buy some ear plugs. - Move out!

Mum said I can stay as long as I wanted.

You move out.

Next time I'll finish the job for good.

- I'll be waiting. - You'll be snoring.

Shut the door when you leave.

Sorry, Doc.

- You're late. - I know.

I overslept because I couldn't sleep.

There's got to be something you can do

about his God-awful snoring.

- Don't touch me. - Like vacuum his nostrils.

Cancel my morning appointments.

- Where you going? - Out.

Morning.

I-I was thinking...

Do you think this could just clear up on its own?

No.

But Dr. Ellingham said...

You've been talked through the procedure.

You've signed the consent, yes?

Yeah, but...

It's just last-minute nerves. You'll be fine.

- Would you help me, please? - No.

Edith.

Hello.

The Collingsworth woman.

Lower-abdominal pain. Elevated temperature.

Complained of nausea.

You've made a diagnostic leap and assumed that it's a cyst

without taking a proper look and ruling out diverticulitis.

Sorry. What were you saying?

Which is treated with antibiotics

rather than charging in with an invasive

and potentially harmful procedure.

You miss playing with all the machines, don't you, Ellingham?

How many years have you been a specialist?

17.

I've seen this presentation of symptoms

more times than I can count.

Do you think all those years might have narrowed your vision,

and you're only capable of seeing a gynecological solution?

I have to scrub up.

Edith.

I wasn't going to interfere, out of respect for you.

But you leave me no alternative.

I must insist that you authorize a C.T. scan.

She's my patient, Ellingham. You can't insist.

- All right. Get in. - What?

The wheelchair. Get in. Come on.

What... What... What's happening?

I believe you may have been misdiagnosed.

I'm taking you for a C.T. scan.

- That's it. Feet up. - Are you allowed to do that?

Shh!

Out the way.

Out of the way!

- Ah! - Oh!

Patient needs a C.T. scan. Lower abdomen.

So do they.

- Get on the bed. - Uh, don't get on the bed.

It's an emergency.

Who are you? What do you think you're doing?

Listen, mate, there's a bloody queue.

And you belong at the back of it.

Fine.

I'm sure that Dr. Montgomery will enjoy operating blind.

And when she nicks this woman's bowel,

you can explain it to her family's lawyers!

Get on the bed.

Wasn't hard to find you, Ellingham.

I just followed the trail of outraged people.

Hello, Edith.

You hijack my patient

and perform an unauthorized procedure

in a hospital where you have no privileges.

If you weren't already

an obscure G.P. in the back end of nowhere,

you certainly would be by the time I'm finished with you.

It's a diverticular mass.

Right.

Good news, Mrs. Collingsworth.

No need for surgery.

No apology?

Well spotted.

Bye, now.

Excuse me, shopkeeper.

Do you recommend these condoms?

Clive!

Come here!

Yes, miss.

Uh-uh. Sit down!

Oh.

All right, then.

- Aah! - Oh.

It is probably just wax.

Well, you're not gonna find anything.

Oh, hold still.

Ow!

Look, ju... Oh, shush, Clive.

Will you stop struggling?

Just... Clive!

Shush! I am...

Look. Oh, will you... Oh!

Oh.

Clive, you cannot tell the doctor I did this.

Do you understand?

Wha...

At some point you perforated your septum.

Subsequent scar tissue has formed a partial blockage

which is causing you to snore.

Very loud.

Shouldn't you be dozing at your desk?

Surgery is inappropriate.

You'll just have to live with it.

It's the rest of us that suffer.

Well, how do you get a perforated septum?

Any sharp object will do.

Pauline stuck a lollipop stick up my nose.

You were 5.

- You perforated his septum. - Whatever.

He buried My Little Pony!

It's your fault I got kicked out of the army.

All my life I've wanted to serve my nation,

protect my country.

- Don't tell Mum. - I so am!

Oh...

Thanks a bunch, Doc!

Ah, yes. Obviously I'm the one at fault.

Dr. Ellingham? We've got a bleeder!

Oh.

Um...

Mm!

I'm almost done.

I told him not to go probing around in there.

He had no idea what he was doing.

"Leave it to the Doc," I said.

Uh, Mr. Tishell, stand on one leg, please.

One leg! Stand on one leg, please!

How long do I have to do this for?

The balance test will rule out...

Let me give it another try.

- No. Just sit down. - What?

Sit down!

Your lack of balance coupled with your hearing loss

could indicate any number of serious inner-ear conditions...

It's the machines. I told you.

But not noise-induced deafness.

If it was the machines, you'd be able to stand on one leg.

Yes. Yes.

Well, I've always had weak ankles.

I need confirmation, but I suspect cholesteatoma.

Yes, that's exactly what I suspected.

What is that?

It's a con... Oh.

Put that in your good ear.

What?

Put that in your good ear!

They'd have to perform a mastoidectomy.

- What is that? - It's a...

It's a procedure, Cli...

It's an operation to remove the infection behind your eardrum,

which left untreated

may destroy the delicate bones of your middle ear.

You mean it can be cured?

Yes. And your hearing can be restored.

I'll be able to go back to work?!

Yes.

Oh, what a shame!

I mean, you know, not having you around all the time.

Oh, but it's all for the best.

I suppose so, love.

Better be sure we make enough time to catch up.

Huh?

So Clive will be gone soon. Back to his job.

Far away.

And I'll be on my own again.

Good.

You okay, Dad?

It's a scary world out there, son.

Very scary.

What's happened?

Caitlin. She liked me.

Oh. Yeah?

She wanted to get to know me.

I mean, really know me. If you follow my drift.

Yeah.

Well, that's, um... That's good, isn't it?

- Take a look at that. - Yeah?

Well, that's... That's filth, isn't it?

It's Caitlin, that is.

We buy our paper products from that woman.

She sent it to me half an hour after we said good night.

And then the calls started.

- The calls? - Oh! Sailors would blush.

Dockers would cover their ears in shame.

I know. I know. But it's not what I want.

Don't get me wrong.

I mean, the physical side is nice.

But it's only one slice of the pie.

A big heart and a good friend. That's what I'm looking for.

The whole pie.

- Know what I mean? - Yeah.

Yeah.

So did you, um, send a reply?

Get out of it! Go on.

Yeah, just a minute.

Chris is on the phone!

- Chris who? - Parsons!

Right.

Yeah. I'll just put you through.

You done for the day?

Yeah, yeah.

I'd say so. Yeah.

Right. I see.

Well, that sounds promising.

When would they want me to start?

Yes.

Well, uh, tell them I'm interested.

Definitely interested.

So I figured I'd give you another chance.

- Another chance? - To let me move in.

Seeing as you're rubbish at poker,

I thought scissors-paper-stone.

Best of three. You win, I move in.

Well, no, Pauline, I don't want to pressure...

Three, two...

Okay. I'll, um... I'll give you a big clue.

I'm gonna go for stone this time.

- Stone? - Yeah, stone.

Just a little heads-up. Three, two...

What did you do that for?

- I thought you were bluffing. - No, I'm not bluffing.

I'm trying to help you, you idiot.

There's no need to insult me, Pauline. I'm just...

Look, I've been demoted to the sofa

'cause I got Adam kicked out the army.

His snoring is getting worse.

But I'm not gonna come begging to you for help.

I've got my pride.

So the only way you'll move in is if I win you in a game

like a... a goldfish or...

- Exactly. - You could just ask nicely.

I am stone. Got it? I'm stone.

Three, two...

Again. Three, two...

No. Three, two...

Three, two...

Oh, God, just give me the bloody keys.

You're dead predictable you are. Dead predictable.

I accept your apology.

Thank you.

What you did was deeply patronizing

and violated protocol.

I'd expect nothing less.

- You haven't changed, Ellingham. - Neither have you.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

How's the hand?

I haven't looked.

- What happened? - Some utter moron.

Another one.

Let me.

I always thought you'd end up somewhere else.

You assume this is some sort of purgatory.

In March, the local farmers have a competition

to see who most resembles their pig.

And for the last two years,

they have petitioned me to be the judge.

Mm.

It's considered an honor.

Well, that explains why you stay here, then.

Bit of inflammation but no infection.

As a matter of fact,

Chris Parsons has contacted me about a post at Imperial.

Head of vascular.

Oh.

Right.

What about your problem?

I'm dealing with it.

But even this is making you queasy.

No, it isn't.

Right.

Antiseptic.

Louisa.

Hello, Martin.

How how are you?

You're pregnant.

Yes. I am.

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