All language subtitles for DocMartin.S09E08.Licence to Practice.720p.Eng-NoHi

Ruth?

Ruth?

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thank you, Martin.

Louisa said you had a medical problem.

That was something of a white lie.

What? Why is it so dark in here?

So that we can see the screen better.

There is a medical problem, Martin.

But it's you and your hemophobia.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

The GMC have you assisting with an operation

in Truro Hospital tomorrow.

And I will cope.

You fainted again.

That was an aberration.

They're sending Bernard Newton.

Are they? How do you know?

He got in touch with me yesterday to ask about you.

Well, that's good news.

Oh, yes.

As long as you don't have one of your turns again

right in front of him.

Why? What is this new therapy?

Sit down right here.

Flooding is a well-regarded desensitization method

for overcoming phobias.

But it works much better if you're relaxed,

so I want you to tense all your muscles

as tightly as you can, like this.

And then release.

Now keep doing it.

What are you doing?

Be quiet. Just try and relax.

I should organize a dinner for Bernard.

I've done that already for tonight.

He's staying at the Crab and Lobster,

- so I thought we'd eat there. - That's a terrible idea.

We'll eat at the surgery.

That's fine, but will you please now try and relax?

I'm going to show you a series of blood-related images

increasing in severity.

But first, tense and release.

It really does make a difference.

MARTIN: Really?

I told you they increase in severity.

That's paint.

Now, I want you to concentrate on the texture of the blood,

the color, the thickness, the smell...

the journey it takes through the veins,

the way the heart pumps the blood through the body,

140 milliliters of blood within each heartbeat,

70 beats a minute.

A severed artery will spurt blood for about 30 seconds

for a distance of over six feet.

Oh, dear.

You weren't sick?

No.

You all right there, Doc?

I've got some post for you in my bag.

Do you want it now?

Come back inside.

I think you're beginning to make progress.

MARTIN: Uh...

Can you say "Da"?

"Da" is for "dog."

Can you say, "Da for dog"?

- Buddy! - Buddy! Yes!

Oh, Buddy is a dog, isn't he?

Good morning, James.

All right. How did it go?

Oh, I see you were aware of all that, were you?

Yeah. Sorry.

Did it work?

Well, it's only a temporary solution, but, uh, Ruth thinks

it should see me through the next 24 hours, yes.

Anyway, it turns out that Bernard Newton

is doing the surgery and assessing for the GMC.

So who's Bernard Newton?

He used to be my tutor and my mentor,

and we worked alongside one another.

Was he good?

He was and is one of the best, yes.

So we don't need to worry anymore?

I wasn't worried.

Doc!

- Front door. - Never used to be an issue.

You used to be the nanny.

- It's an emergency! - What is?

Here. Me. Blotches. Very itchy.

Not a good look for a maid of honor.

Janice!

Hello, handsome.

Oh! No, no, no. Oh. No. Uh, please.

Uh, you might be infectious.

- Oh. Good point. - MARTIN: Come through.

So there will be hay bales either side, right?

And at the end, there'll be the arch, right?

- Hay bales? - My idea.

I thought hay bales would look more rustic.

It'll look nice. Trust me.

So, where do I stand?

Oh, you will be down the front with Al.

My dad's officiating, so he'll be in the middle of the arch.

And then my mum's gonna walk me down the aisle

because my dad will be at the front.

How's the arch looking?

Where's Pippa?

She's up at the school working on it.

- Mm.

Sorry. Hello?

So... where do I make the speech?

No.

I have told you it's a beach-front buffet afterwards,

no speeches, and you stand there.

You sure this is what you want, me stood to the side?

Yes, Joe, I'm sure.

Can't help feeling my role has been minimized somewhat.

Well, I'm sorry you don't feel like you'd be

the center of attention on our wedding day.

Well, it's not all about you.

I mean, it's a lot about you.

Okay. All right. I'll speak to you soon. Bye.

Just stay there, Joe.

- What's happened?

Mum and Dad missed their flight.

- They can't make the wedding. - Why?

There's a flash flood outside the village they're staying at,

and all the roads to Mombasa are closed.

So this means we have no one to officiate

and no one to walk me down the aisle.

Maybe we should postpone.

Well, I mean, if... If that's what you want.

But it just everything's set up.

The invitations have all gone out.

Well, who are we gonna find at such short notice?

You go to work. I'll sort this.

- Really? - Really.

Go.

- Okay. Um... - Yeah.

Call me if there's any update.

I will do, yeah.

Yes. You have hives.

Can you make it go away?

The cleanup rate depends on what's caused it.

Common triggers are certain foods, medication, infections.

Yeah, yeah. I meant go away... Like right now.

- You don't have any allergies? - No.

- You on any medication? - No.

- Any muscle soreness? - No.

- Shortness of breath? - No.

- Vomiting? - No.

- Diarrhea? - Ugh!

Your skin's a funny color.

It's called a tan. I was in Spain.

Well, you're not jaundiced.

Is there any stress in your life?

Oh, God, yeah! Mega stressful.

- Where do you want me to begin? - I don't.

I'll write you a prescription for some antihistamines...

Fexofenadine, one tablet twice a day.

JANICE: I think you're right. It's the stress.

Thinking of setting up a nail salon in Waybridge.

A lot of planning. Then there's Morwenna's wedding.

Sorry, Doc. I know I'm late.

Yeah. Ross Abbott.

- Where were you? - Medical emergency.

W-What kind of emergency?

I've got chives.

From stress?

Like helping you plan your wedding?

I'm not entirely sure there's gonna be a wedding.

My mum and dad can't make it.

Because they disapprove of Al. Saw that one coming.

No, because the roads to the airport are closed.

Aw.

Thanks anyway.

JOE: No good?

This is a disaster.

You're not gonna postpone, are you?

Oh, we've just got half the village helping out,

kids building an arch,

Bert and Caitlin doing the buffets.

Plus she might change her mind.

I'm not worried about that, Joe.

Listen. You got enough to worry about.

I'll pull the churches and registry offices,

speak to people I know at the local council,

contact any registered celebrants.

You know a lot about this, Joe?

I've waited all my life to be a best man.

Tell Morwenna I'll find someone.

Trust me. I'm a policeman.

- Hello. - Oh.

Hello.

Come in.

Oh. Right.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Great.

Just finished up the kids' art class.

Holiday club. Lovely kids.

Pippa, what's wrong?

You know I'm temporary head.

I thought maybe if I was more active in the community,

it would help me secure the job.

Well, yeah. That sounds like a good idea.

So I said to Morwenna that me and the holiday-club kids

would decorate the wedding arch with paper flowers.

Except I'd forgotten how much kids like to muck around.

So, how close are you to finishing?

Well, if I had an extra pair of hands,

oh, I think very close... With some work.

Okay. Give me half an hour, and I'll come and help.

Although Martin's got a dinner here later

that I really need to be at.

But no, it's fine.

I'll just tell him I'll be a little bit late.

Yes.

Okay. Are you sure?

Okay.

Okay. I trust you.

All right. Thanks, Al.

MARTIN: Mrs. House?

Um, Doc? Uh, one sec.

Um, I need a small favor for tomorrow.

Yes?

Uh, sit down.

We've decided to go ahead with the wedding one way or another.

It's my day and all that.

And what's the favor?

I need someone to walk me down the aisle.

Right.

Great. You'll do it. Thanks.

Um... Uh, sorry.

I didn't realize you were asking me.

I can't. I've got the assisted surgery in Truro that day.

Well, I checked your schedule, and you will be back in time.

Really?

Right. Uh, I'll be there if I can.

Yeah.

Obviously you'll need to, um, give a big speech

and be part of the first dance.

Oh. Oh, no, no.

That's a joke, Doc.

Just walk me down the aisle. That's all.

On you go, Wendy.

Yes. Come on.

Louisa, you've lost something.

Sorry. Was he 'round at yours again?

He was, and congratulations are in order.

You're a grandmother.

Sorry. I'm not quite following.

Shelly had her litter, and Buddy is the father.

And while it's great he wants to be such a hands-on dad,

she really needs to get some rest.

Are you sure it's Buddy?

Quite sure.

Would you like half the litter?

Well, I would, yeah, but I'd imagine Martin wouldn't.

And I really do need to discuss it with him first.

Well, I can talk to him if you'd like.

- I need to chat to him anyway. - Oh, no, no, no.

No. Now is not a very good time.

He's... He's... He's busy. But, um, I'm sorry.

I'm sort of in the middle of something, too, and... Yeah.

I will get back to you about those puppies.

- Right. - Buddy!

Come on, Buddy.

Here we go. Come along.

Joe, I've been trying to get ahold of you.

Yeah. I'm a little bit busy, Al.

There's a wedding tomorrow. Things to do.

Have you found an officiator yet?

Yes, I did.

He's coming over from Camborne first thing.

Really?

What? You thought I'd mess it up?

No.

Thanks.

I'm just here to make your life easier.

It's my job as best man.

Now give me a hand with these lights.

Otherwise, you'll have your first dance in the dark.

I've told you, Joe... No first dances.

SALLY: Tell us some more.

MAN: Actually, I do remember one of his early operations.

He... He was the lead... You know, the boss.

And, um, operating tables, you know, they're designed to...

To tilt in... In all directions, you know,

to give you access, you know?

But they're only supposed to do it when you want them to.

Suddenly the table just... Choo!

- Oh! - What did he do?

He leaned over.

He leaned over and then he... He just carried on regardless.

And he said, "Someone fix this table."

I don't remember it being quite so simple.

Ah! Martin.

Martin, Martin.

By Jove, you look awfully healthy.

What is it, the sea air or something?

The house is just up the hill. Why don't you follow me?

Well, w-what's the rush?

Is it one for the hill?

I believe there's a rather special whiskey here,

distilled on the premises.

Yes, also responsible for poisoning a number of people.

Marvelous. More customers for you.

Splendid.

Two whiskeys, please. Thank you.

I don't drink.

Oh. Neither you do. Oh, well.

One... One water and one water of life.

Thank you, Bert.

Professor Newton was just saying

how you were his favorite student.

I-I may have said I was fond of him.

I-I'm not sure if I said he was my favorite.

Although that may have been the case.

It was a privilege to have such a great teacher.

Thank you, Martin.

So cheers.

Well!

R-Right.

Thank you very much indeed for your generous hospitality.

PIPPA: We put these wooden feet on to keep the arch up,

but it's very wobbly.

I-I just think you need to put another wedge over that side.

Oh, right. Good idea.

I'll concentrate on the flowers, and if we work hard,

we can get this finished within the hour.

And what if we can't?

We will, because I've got this dinner I need to get back for,

and paper flowers were kind of my speciality

when I had to cover art classes, you know, Pippa.

They, um, they want you back, you know... board of governors.

Really? Have they said that?

No, but they were very clear to stress the "acting"

in "acting head" to me.

Probably don't think I'm good enough.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

But if it'll help,

I can write you a letter of recommendation.

Really? You'd do that for me?

- Of course. - Oh, well, thank you.

Honestly, I know I can do the job.

What happened?

- F-F-F-Finger!

- Okay. Okay. Don't panic.

- Don't panic. Don't panic. - Don't panic?

I just cut off my finger!

- Buddy, shush! - Oh, God.

Okay. Got to find a first-aid kit.

- Where's the first-aid kit? - I left it on the peg.

- W-Which peg? - It's over there on the peg!

- What peg?! - That peg!

Oh!

You've... You've got to stay calm, Pippa.

- You have to stay really calm. - Calm. Yes. Calm.

Right. Yeah.

Just... Just wrap this around your hand.

- Yeah? - Aah!

Oh! Sorry! Elevate. Elevate your hand.

Elevate your hand.

Keep it high up.

- Pippa... - Yeah.

Where is your finger?

Oh!

Oh, God!

- Right. I'm gonna, I’m gonna...

get get a food bag and some ice from the the freezer,

and I'm gonna call Martin.

Buddy!

I imagined that the roads to the surgery would be lined

with... with angry farmers

wielding, you know, scythes and pitchforks.

They usually wait till nightfall.

So, Martin, who would've thought it, eh?

A home, wife, child. Where are they, by the way?

Uh, my wife's name is, uh, Louisa.

She's training to be a counselor.

She's currently helping out at the local school.

She'll join us later on.

My son's name is James, and he's sleeping upstairs.

Right.

So presumably you... you spent childhood holidays here,

- did you? - Yes, most of them.

It's interesting, isn't it, that this is where you chose

to run to when everything went wrong?

I didn't run. I needed a job.

Yes, but... but some might say that what you needed to do

was dig in and fight, you know?

Of course, that fight has now followed you to your doorstep.

Thank you very much.

Have you read through the GMC report so far?

I have... With a growing sense of horror.

I mean, insulting patients, electrocution.

I mean, you... you stormed out

of the phlebotomy-refresher thing.

And then... then there was the farce with the mock surgeries.

I mean, heavens.

Those tests are a waste of time.

Bureaucracy, box-ticking.

I agree, but at the root of this, Martin, is you.

You fainted on a patient.

You see, that's why you should come back to surgery...

Because we only see them when they're unconscious.

You have taken steps, haven't you?

I mean to deal with this hemophobia thing.

It doesn't affect my ability to work.

He's put a lot of effort into bringing it under control.

Good, good.

The GMC will certainly listen to my recommendations.

I'm not asking for any favors.

If you don't think I'm fit for surgery, you must say so.

Oh, of course I'll be completely honest in...

In my assessment... More or less.

I've put the finger on ice, and now I'm going to call Martin.

Okay.

Oh.

Pippa, I think I'm gonna throw up.

Well, don't faint or anything. I'm relying on you.

Buddy, no. Stay! Buddy!

- No! Buddy! Buddy! - Oh, God! My finger!

No! No! Finger!

Buddy! Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy!

Buddy!

- Buddy! Buddy! - Oh, my God!

My finger! Wait!

- LOUISA: Buddy! - PIPPA: My finger!

- LOUISA: Buddy, stop! - PIPPA: No! Stop him!

Oh, my God!

I read they held a dinner for you.

Yes, yes.

Twenty years of the old Newton duct retractor.

Any excuse to open champagne, you know.

MARTIN: And it's richly deserved.

Your invention instantly became a staple

of surgical instruments.

Well, tricky, though,

when your greatest competition is your younger self.

That's why I-I wish you'd come back, Martin.

Come back to surgery?

Mm! Yes.

I mean, it's... it's all so corporate now, you know?

It's all firm handshakes and... And... and straight lines.

I mean, you... you kept us on our... on our toes.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

Doctor, I wondered if you'd like a home-baked pie.

- Uh, no, thank you. Good night. - What's in it?

Currant and saffron.

That sounds unexpected.

Worth a try, I think.

Oh.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Get out. Get out.

- What, me? - Both of you.

What's that on the floor?

My God. It looks like a human finger.

LOUISA: Buddy!

- Where is it?! - What, the finger?

My finger!

There's been an accident. I was about to phone you.

Buddy just grabbed the bag and sped off with it.

That sounds very careless.

You've wrapped it in gauze and put it on ice.

- That's good. - In what world is this good?

Uh, come with me.

Y-You've got to go to hospital.

She hasn't got time. I'll reattach it now.

The finger's got a better chance of reconnecting

the sooner it's done.

Martin, you're a GP. It's beyond your remit.

It's in the patient's best interests.

And I could use a second pair of hands when it comes to suturing.

There's a fish in the oven. Might be a bit dry.

There's capers in the jar.

Well, I suppose there's dinner over.

Yeah. Oh, I'm so sorry I was late.

It's all been a bit... Louisa Ellingham.

Oh, hello. Ber... Bernard Newton.

I've heard so much about you.

And I've heard absolutely nothing about you,

which is a real shame.

I'm so sorry to be rude. I'm the second pair of hands.

Of c... Of course. It's good to meet you.

SALLY: Mm.

Isn't he marvelous?

PIPPA: It feels numb.

That'll be the anesthetic taking effect.

Oh, I can't look.

Well, you're more than welcome to look at me.

Am I gonna lose it?

There's a good chance you won't,

although around 50% of patients suffer difficulties afterwards,

motion and sensation deficit

and an increased sensitivity to cold temperatures.

Oh, I can't believe this.

He knows what he's doing. At least he used to.

I-I don't think much has changed.

Oh, you have a lovely bedside manner.

I've sat on a lot of beds.

Can you, um, steady the finger whilst I prepare the site?

Mh-hmm.

You okay?

Martin?

Yes. I'm fine. Thank you.

That was smart of you, putting it on ice

but not directly so as to protect the tissue.

I suppose I've picked up bits and pieces from Martin

over the years.

Wake up. Noisy.

Oh, dear. I'm sorry about that.

James, you should be sleeping.

RUTH: What are you doing with those bricks, James?

Letters.

They're my old letter blocks from when I was a child.

Go on. Off you go. Back up to bed.

I-I don't want to.

Well, just five more minutes.

Oh, he seems to like those a lot.

LOUISA: I know... even though they're missing a few.

I gave them to him yesterday

hoping they'd help with his letter sounds.

But it's just like he constantly wants to play with these

and nothing else now.

Well, children go through phases.

Mm. I hope it's that.

I think you'll make a marvelous headmistress.

I don't know.

I mean, what sort of head slices off their own finger?

Oh, I'd say a very dedicated one.

Oh.

Is it, uh, close to being finished yet?

Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

It's elegant work. Yeah. Very good.

Particularly when it comes to restoring the blood supply.

MARTIN: That's the sutures completed.

I'll dress the wound for you and put on a splint.

Right. Good.

I'll get out of your way.

Oh, thank you. You've been wonderful.

Oh, not at all. You... You did extremely well.

And we couldn't have done it without you.

- I'll see you out. - Thank you, Doc.

- Stay there. - Yeah.

Um, you... you said it wasn't an issue anymore,

but I did notice a bit of a wobble just now

when you saw the blood.

I said it didn't affect my work.

Good. Right.

Well, let's hope it'll all be better tomorrow.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

MORWENNA: What are you doing?

Uh, the final checklist.

- Are you nervous? - Only in a good way.

I thought I'd feel all wound up and stressed.

- But I feel oddly relaxed. - Mm.

No, no, no. This is all wrong.

You can't see each other on the morning of the wedding.

We're very nontraditional.

That's just what people say

when they can't be bothered doing things properly.

You'd better be out of here before I do her hair and makeup.

You're not spoiling everything.

Okay. Okay. Yeah.

And you're 100% sure

that Joe's sorted out somebody to officiate?

Yes. I saw him yesterday. It's all set.

JANICE: I would double-check. It's Joe.

You saw what shambles our wedding was.

Probably 'cause you ditched him at the altar.

Let's not play the blame game here.

So we've got the officiator.

Let's make sure everything else is in place.

- Buffet. - Mm.

Decorations. Arch.

Music. Dress.

Suit. Corsage.

- Dress. We haven't got that yet. - Yeah, you have.

You picked it up from the dry cleaners yesterday.

Yeah, I was going to.

- Then I broke out in chives. - Hives.

So when I got there, the place was shut.

We can go there later. Or... Or now. Right now. Yeah.

Green, yellow, and blue.

Mm!

You all set?

Yes.

You nervous?

No.

You know, even meeting Bernard briefly,

I could tell he was really fond of you.

I can't help thinking that he's disappointed in me.

I'm not heading up the vascular unit of a London hospital.

I think he thinks I let him down.

Do you think you let him down?

No, I don't.

I don't think how I live my life is any of his business.

- Are you still here? - Hi, Ruth.

I don't have to be in Truro until 10:00.

What if there's traffic?

There's never traffic.

Until there is.

James, I've brought you something.

Oh, look! Some new bricks.

Lucky boy.

RUTH: You did say he was missing a few.

Right. I'd better be off.

Good luck.

Relax, breathe, trust the process, and you'll be fine.

Thank you.

He will be fine.

Let's hope so.

That's it. Keep going.

You could help, Joe.

I am. I'm supervising.

- They're away. - Away?

"A death in the family. Gone for a few days."

- I've got to stay calm. - Good plan.

It's only my wedding.

No mum, no dad, no wedding dress.

It's fine.

You could wear my wedding dress.

Me and Joe never said our vows,

so technically it's never been used.

No. Thank you.

It's not really my style. My dress is vintage.

Yeah, I know. So look on the bright side.

At least you get to wear a nice dress,

not that shabby old thing.

I just want one thing in this wedding

to be the way we planned it.

Joe! Joe can help!

Joe, over here!

- What's happened?

The dry cleaners are shut, and her dress is inside.

So I'm gonna break in and get it back.

Morwenna, stop.

You're not thinking this through.

You can't just chuck a stone through a door.

No. I know. I know.

You need to target the right pane.

Give.

In you go. Don't touch anything else.

You just broke in.

I'll get Bert to fix it. They'll never know.

No, no. That was bad.

You are a bad boy, and I'm finding that oddly attractive.

I feel a little bit dizzy.

I'm flattered, but that ship has sunk.

We split for a reason.

But I need you to hold me.

And part of me wants to. I really do.

But... maybe we could just throw caution to the wind.

What happened?

Me. I happened.

It feels like I can't breathe.

Weight on my chest. Heart racing.

Help me!

She's got it bad.

I don't think it's anything to do with you, Joe.

Right. Stay calm. I'm a first-aid responder.

I don't want you. Call the doc.

The doc's not here. He's in Truro.

But, uh, I can get him on the phone, though.

Um, now, I just need you to breathe in through your nose...

and out through your mouth.

Morwenna?

Doc, something's happened to Janice.

She's struggling for breath. Her pulse is elevated.

- I think it might be sunstroke. - It's not sunstroke!

I've not been in the sun for days!

Hold on a second. Why are you so tan, then?

It's just my natural color.

Janice.

I've been using self-tan. Melanotan. You inject it.

Doc, she's been injecting something called Melanotan.

It's a synthetic hormone injected into the skin

to encourage it to darken.

Is her mouth swollen or her lips?

Uh, no.

Can she breathe?

Well, she's struggling, but she is breathing okay.

Any change in her hives?

No. They look the same.

Right. She's having an allergic reaction.

Tell her to take a double dose of the antihistamine

that I prescribed and get some rest.

And stop injecting herself. That's clearly the trigger.

Righto. Understood.

And tell her she's an idiot.

Don't worry, Doc. I'll tell her.

- Can I still go to the wedding? - What about the wedding?

Uh, she'll be fine to go.

Call me if she doesn't improve.

MORWENNA: All right. I'll see you there.

Good luck in Truro.

What were you thinking?

I wanted to look nice for Joe.

There we are.

So he'd see how amazing and together my life was

and then he'd be all miserable.

I'll take that. Still a win.

Good morning. Mrs. Pearce?

- Yes. - Good.

Good to get the patient right.

How are you feeling this morning?

I'm in hospital. How do you think I'm feeling?

I know.

Well, a little hungry, I imagine, hmm?

Perhaps a little apprehensive, hmm?

Now, uh, I know this is a big day for you,

but it's... it's a routine one for us, so...

Ah. Now, that's Dr. Ellingham.

He's actually... He's a GP, you know, in... in Portwenn.

Uh, no, don't worry. I-I'm doing the... the surgery.

He's just my assistant.

- Is he qualified? - Well, I certainly hope so.

I've taught him everything I know.

Dr. Ellingham, would you like to, um...

Yes. You're having an open-collar cystectomy.

Because of previous abdominal surgeries

on your duodenal ulcer, keyhole surgery is not an option

due to the high number of internal adhesions.

Is it really necessary?

Yes. Of course it's necessary.

That's why we're performing an operation.

So I d-don't have a choice?

No, you do have a choice.

You can choose not to have the operation

and die a very painful death.

BERNARD: Oh, dear!

That's a rather blunt way of saying

if we don't remove the gallbladder,

which all these nasty stones are causing you

all this terrible pain and vomiting and all this,

then, yes, I mean, there... There would be trouble ahead.

As I said.

Thank you, Doctor.

Not at all. I'll see you later.

You won't see us, of course... I hope.

Martin, you cannot talk to patients like that.

- I was being honest with her. - No.

No. You were being rude.

I mean, I told you years ago

you have to be considerate of patients.

If anything, your attitude seems to have worsened.

It's my job to provide the best possible medical care,

not to tell them bedtime stories.

Well, you know, sometimes a bedtime story

is exactly what they need.

I mean, it's this attitude that's led you to...

To being investigated by the GMC.

I mean...

Hello.

How's the archway looking?

Yeah. It actually looks quite nice.

Come over here. I want to show you something.

Jumble up James' blocks.

Okay.

Hello.

Like that?

Mm. James.

You trying to spell "dog"?

No.

Doc.

Very good!

That's so clever.

I know I'm biased because he's my great-nephew,

but I think he's gifted.

He's reading early. He's started to spell.

He's introverted. He has all the hallmarks.

Like Martin?

Similar, yes, but Martin didn't have parents who loved him.

Well, thank you. I'm glad you think that.

Well, if I'm right, he's going to take up a lot of your time.

Yes.

The next year or so is gonna be... is gonna be interesting.

Have you heard from Martin?

No.

- I imagine they're starting now. - Yeah.

Morning, everyone.

- Morning. - Morning.

All well and disease-free, I trust?

- Mm-hmm. - Jolly good.

Well, just like old times, Martin, eh?

Do you miss it?

I don't really think of it in those terms.

I-I suppose not.

I saw you as head of Imperial or something by this time,

not a GP by the seaside.

Worth fighting for, is it?

Is the patient ready for incision?

Ready.

Jolly good. Let's have a knife.

And iso upper midline, 15 centimeters.

And off we go.

It's lovely, lovely, lovely.

Thank you.

Give me a self-retainer.

Anytime before tomorrow will do.

BERNARD: There we go.

Hot packs.

Thank you.

Deaver.

BERNARD: Good. All set. Right.

We're going to isolate the gallbladder.

Ovum forceps. Thank you.

In we go.

Won't extract. Okay.

Can you give me a pair that works?

Come on, you little blighter.

Gotcha.

Scissors.

Thank you.

Off we go.

Can someone adjust this light?

Adjust the light. Thank you.

No. Just... It's... Heaven's sake.

Do you want me to step in?

No.

- I am here to assist. - I know.

There we go.

All right.

Separating the gallbladder now.

- Damn!

Clamps. Clamps. Clamps.

- You cut the hepatic artery. - I know that.

Suction. Come on.

- Suction. - Get it in there.

Give me another clamp.

Do we have your full attention here?

Yes.

Pulse rising to 110.

You need to clamp above and below the bleeding.

I'm leading this operation.

I do have vascular surgical experience.

Oh, really? What?

Ten years of treating hemorrhoids and sore throats?

Pulse of 120.

Blood pressure's dropping. This is bad.

Give me this.

Oh, God. Come on.

No.

- What? - No.

No. No.

All right. It's all yours.

It's all yours.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

All right. Give her two units of blood.

Make sure the proximal clamp doesn't obstruct the flow.

I'm going to do an end-to-end anastomosis.

Martin.

Quiet.

Suction.

Did you encounter incisions?

So that I can make an oblique anastomosis

with a large enough diameter.

Good. Very good.

Double-armed suture.

R-Remember to keep the line loose

until the posterior row is complete.

Yes. I know.

BERNARD: Just saying.

Pulse rate stabilized at 105. Blood pressure restored.

BERNARD: Good, good.

Excellent.

Oh, for God's sake.

MARTIN:

What happened in there?

What happened was that we nearly lost the patient!

You... You... You were struggling.

Well, I wasn't the one that threw up.

I suppose we should be thankful

that you didn't puke in her abdomen!

Can... Can we talk about this?

Later.

Not my style, but maybe it was worth breaking and entering for.

Are you sure you're going to be all right?

Yeah. This is your day.

If I collapse again, just prop me up in the corner.

You ready?

- Yeah.

- Ready. - Excellent.

Your carriage awaits.

I've got a carriage?

No. Just an expression. We're walking there.

Of course we are.

I hope the doc makes it on time.

I'm sure he'll be there.

Busy?

I have a wedding to go to.

Oh, poor you. Well, listen.

You'll enjoy it all the more if we clear the air first, hmm?

Come on.

Well... I suppose we both agree that the op didn't go too well.

- What's wrong with your eyes? - What?

Is it macular degeneration?

Mm-hmm.

Irreversible, as you know.

It's... It's... It's quite beautiful, you know,

in it... in its own way,

watching the nerve endings around the retina

just slowly turn white and die one by one.

You can't operate as a surgeon anymore.

Yeah. Well, I'm not the one under assessment here.

Oh, Martin, for God's sake.

You've... You've failed every test.

Your rudeness to patients and to your peers

and... and this stubborn refusal to play the game,

it's... it's brought your career to the brink.

This doesn't have to end here, you know.

And you'll ignore my faults if I ignore yours?

We both still have a great deal to offer.

Caitlin.

Hey. Nice to see you, okay?

All right. Be good.

BERT: Look at this good-looking boy here.

Here. His handsome son.

Hey.

So, where's the, uh, officiator? You said you booked one.

- I did. I did book one. - Right.

And then he canceled this morning.

And you didn't tell me because?

Because I didn't want to get your blood pressure up.

- Oh! - I tried every other avenue,

but there's nothing at this short notice.

And then I thought, "Best idea ever.

- Why don't I do it?" - Ah.

I'm an officer of the law, after all.

Because it's not legally binding.

Technically, no, but you've just got to validate it

at a registry office later.

It's just a formality.

Joe, you cannot marry us.

I've got all the words printed out and everything.

CAITLIN: Al!

Al, they're arriving.

I can't believe this happening to me.

It is gonna be fine.

Dad, it is not going to be fine. It is gonna be a disaster!

I don't even remember who married your mum and me,

but what I do remember is how she looked,

the way she smiled, and the feeling that I was

the luckiest man in the world.

Now, this is still gonna be the greatest day of your life, boy.

Thanks, Dad.

Thank you.

Looks all right, doesn't it?

Better than all right.

No sign of the doc, though.

Bert or I can walk you down.

No.

No. It's fine.

I can go it alone.

Ah. Dr. Ellingham. This is fortunate.

These are yours.

- What? - Puppies.

Uh, your dog impregnated my dog, so half of these are yours.

- Didn't Louisa tell you? - No, she didn't.

Actually, there is one other thing.

I was going to speak to you and Louisa about it privately...

I don't have time for this. I'm late.

Will you father my child?

What?

As a donor, obviously, not... the other way.

You are actually asking me for sperm in the street?

- That's mad. - I understand.

It's a very emotional reaction.

Goodbye.

We can discuss it later if you like!

Let's go.

Oh! No. Um...

MARTIN: Out of the way. Coming through.

Sorry.

What are you doing? Oh.

- Thank you. - Yes.

Hello.

Uh, please be seated.

How did it go?

We'll talk about it later.

Is that later good or later bad?

Shh!

Who's doing the wedding?

I am.

You are?

I'm not happy about it either, but there was no one else.

- Is it legal? - Sort of.

We have to validate it at a registry office later.

So it's like getting married twice?

Yes. Yes, it is, yeah.

- Excellent attitude. - Yeah.

Well, everyone's here... and I got my dress...

and I just want to marry you.

Let's get married, then.

- Just don't be weird, Joe. - Yeah.

Martin, I have some news.

So do I.

Shh!

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today

to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

Now, normally at this point,

you would ask if anyone has any objections to the marriage.

But I think that's a waste of time,

because if there's ever been two people made for each other,

it's Morwenna and Al.

- MAN: Hear, hear.

Which reminds me of a funny story about Al and a badger.

Uh... Mm.

Uh, which I'll share with you another time.

It's very funny.

It's not.

Al Large, do you take this woman to be your wife...

I...

to live together, to love her,

to honor her in sickness and in health,

forsaking all others for as long as you both shall live?

I do.

And do you, Morwenna Newcross...

- Yes. - Take...

- I do.

The man now places the ring on the...

Oh, no. I'm not meant to read that bit.

Um, does the best man have the rings?

I do.

We really do need to talk.

I know.

I'm pregnant.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm very sure.

What is it?

By the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Hey!

Thank you.

- Yay! - Yeah!

I e-mailed the GMC and opted out of the assessment process

by resigning from general practice.

They were going to strike me off anyway for noncompliance,

and, uh, I'm not prepared

to jump through any more stupid hoops.

What?

I'm not a doctor anymore.

Oh.

Is that bad timing?

Really bad.

I love you.