All language subtitles for Doc Martin - 08x04 - Faith.-ORGANiC.English.updated.Addic7ed.com

Get in your basket.

Go on, get in your basket.

- You filthy, stinking little...
- Buddy, in your basket. Go on.

Oh! Good morning.

Morning, Ruth. Thanks for
coming at such short notice.

It's always a pleasure to spend
time with my great-nephew.

He's asleep, but he still feels
hot and he's been unsettled.

You'll have to take his
temperature every 30 minutes.

He's been up most of the night.
He'll need a nap at around 11.

- He'll need changing first.
- I've looked after him before.

Go on. Go and get yourself ready for work.

Yes.

How's the course going?

Yes, well, it's early days.
We've had the induction,

but we are looking at Attachment Theory.

Ah, the issues of such subtypes
as anxious-ambivalent attachment

and... what's the other one?

No!

Out!

I'm late. I'll call you
later. Thanks, Ruth.

- Hello, Bert.
- Jack. Tara! Long time, no see.

- Is this your shop, then?
- Don't like to boast, but...

Good to see you doing
so well for yourself.

You've been blessed.

When you've finished with that, Bert,

got stock out the back I need you to sort.

Right, Caitlin.

How are you finding the spare room?

It's somewhere to lay my head.
You won't find me complaining.

It's a bit small, though. Saw
you last night, all squashed up.

- You saw me?
- I popped in to check on you.

- You were watching me sleep?
- Only for a few minutes!

Like a big old babby, snoozing away.

It just makes me feel bad, Bert.
Me in a big old double bed!

There's room for one more in there.

I'll just get on with the stock.

- Oh, my God... Al!
- What?

It's 8:15. I must have
forgotten to set the alarm.

I'm gonna be late.

Can't you be late a little quieter?

- The Doc's gonna kill me.
- OK, OK.

Can you get that, Al?

Al?

Surprise!

- Mr and Mrs Newcross.
- Where's Morwenna?

Morwenna!

Er, hi. What are you doing here?

I just wanted to see my
daughter. Not a crime, is it?

You're the one who
complains we never visit.

- So kettle on, then!
- Sorry, Dad.

You should have warned me.
I'm late for work as it is.

There's always five minutes for family.

Even ones who don't call in advance.

Five minutes, then.

Get their bag.

- Ooh, hello!
- Nice dressing gown!

- Place looks the same.
- Apart from the new paint,

new wallpaper, new
furniture... Go on down.

- I'm just gonna go and erm...
- Why?

Well...

So you're living in sin
with Al Large, then, eh?

- You wanna watch that family.
- People move on, you know?

- What's he up to, nowadays?
- He runs the pub.

Oh, yes? Very respectable.

Right, erm... Here are the spare keys.

Milk in the fridge, tea
and sugar in the cupboard

and I shall be back about half five.

Maybe you could take the morning off.

- The doctor wouldn't mind.
- He would.

Lunch, then. I'll come and
get you at the surgery.

I've never seen you at work before.

Right. It's just... I
wasn't expecting you.

You didn't even come back
for Grandad's funeral.

We should've called.

Shall I walk you to the surgery?

What, don't you want to
stay and talk to them?

Well, that is a potentially
stressful situation

and the Doc told me to watch
my blood pressure, so...

- That is a terrible excuse.
- It's the only one I've got.

Short notice.

That was awkward! Felt
like I was 16 again.

I suppose they can't be staying
long. Where do they live, again?

Kenya. You know about as much as I do.

What are they doing out there?
You've always avoided the topic.

Missionary work. Building a school.

- That's pretty cool.
- Yeah, I suppose.

Just feels like the work's more
important than anything else.

They used to be fun before
they went all churchy.

So how long do you think they're staying?

Morwenna?

Where's Morwenna?

Right. Surgery is open. Come through.

Ahahah! No. Stay there.

No, no, no, no, no, no! Out, out, out!

Out! Out! Out! Out!

Not you. Come back.

You stay there!

Who's the 8:30? You?
Is it you? Who are you?

Erm, Mary Rawlings. I've
just moved here from St...

- Have you registered here?
- No, no, I was rather hoping...

You need to register
with the receptionist,

should she deign to attend!

Where have you been?

Sorry, Doc. My parents showed
up completely unannounced.

Is that my concern?

- You asked.
- Get these dogs out of here.

Noah Cant. Go through.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Out of the way. Sorry, what's going on?

Sorry, Louisa, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to stop you.

Crime scene. Possibility of
a dangerous intruder inside.

- I'm waiting for backup.
- Don't be ridiculous.

- No, wait. No!
- Ooooh!

- Louisa...
- Ssh!

- In here.
- Wait!

Why would anybody do this?

- What?
- This!

Oh.

The depth of the criminal mind
is unfathomable to most people.

Luckily, not to me.

So?

Well, I'm still assessing it.

Oh, hello, Dan! How are
you liking Bristol?

Still singing? You used to have
such a lovely singing voice!

- No. No, I'm not.
- Oh.

- You got anything for this?
- Ooh...

Yes, I have... Erm...

You really have to see the
doctor first to get his opinion.

- Do you know what it is?
- Fairly sure, yes.

- Then can't you just tell me?
- No.

You need to see the doctor.

He's the only one allowed
to diagnose people.

- That's stupid.
- I'm sorry you feel that way.

And you used to be such a
nicely spoken boy, as well.

The Doc. Go on! He's there for a reason.

How much longer are you going to be?

I really, really, really
need to get some work done.

Justice moves at its own pace.

Never was any good at
jigsaws, shapes, patterns...

Mechanically illiterate.

Isn't that a bit of a drawback,
given your line of work?

I make up for it in other departments.

Determination. A sixth sense, if you like.

I'll take the evidence
back to headquarters.

In our heyday, we'd have
made it under our own steam.

Just don't have the energy now.

Well, at least you've still
got the energy to talk, eh?

Always look on the bright side, eh?

- All right, Dan?
- I have to see the doctor.

Are you back from uni, then?

Obviously I am, or I wouldn't
be standing here, would I?

Well, you don't actually
have an appointment,

but er... I can fit you
in after his next patient.

Next! >

Erm, if you want to go through.

Oh, let this young gentleman
go first. I'm in no rush!

- Enjoying our chit-chat.
- Dan.

On you go.

Right. Show me your rash.

- Is it sore?
- Yeah.

- Think it's from the water?
- What water?

They put something in
it. You know, fluoride.

Other stuff too, I bet.

Only 10% of the country's
water contains fluoridation.

There's no evidence it causes ill health.

- You know a lot about it!
- Yes, I'm a doctor.

Any other symptoms? Headaches, fatigue?

Yeah. I have both of them.

It's shingles. You're young to
have it. Anything worrying you?

I was worried they were
putting stuff in the water.

Anything real? Are you working?
It can be stress-related.

I'm at uni, but it's not
something that worries me.

Step on the scales, please.

They're behind you, there.

Mmhm. Take a seat.

Since your last visit, you've
put on... quite a lot of weight.

You should keep an eye on your diet.

I'll write you a prescription
for antiviral medication.

You can buy yourself some
ibuprofen and calamine lotion

and drink plenty of water.

A lot of medication you're sending my way.

You have a viral infection. And
a shower wouldn't kill you,

despite your feelings about the
state of the nation's water.

Where are you going?

I thought James could use some fresh air.

Wait, I've only got two more
patients to see. I'll come with you.

Have you adopted a second animal?

What do you mean? Oh, no, come on!

Out! Out! Out!

Go on! Get out!

- Morwenna!
- Yeah?

- It's got in again!
- Dogs just love you.

They always did.

Oh, ho! Looking good in here.

I'm trying my best.

See Morwenna's folks are back in town?

Yeah. They showed up this morning.

So you're staying with her most nights?

- Why?
- That room at Caitlin's,

it's very cramped.

- Really uncomfortable.
- Yeah.

And there's loads of rooms upstairs here.

No, you made your bed...
you get to lie in it.

I need an oil check and
my brake pads looking at.

- What does that mean?
- Bit of pain in my shoulders.

Nothing huge, but you
never know, do you, Doctor?

Since my Gerry died, I've
not got out and about

as much as I used to. Getting
old and stiff, I suppose.

- Stop talking. Does that hurt?
- Not really.

- How about that?
- No.

Raise both arms above your head.

- Does that hurt?
- Not so as you'd notice.

Nothing wrong with your shoulder.

Well, it did hurt yesterday,
or the day before, a bit.

- Better safe than sorry, eh?
- Put your hand down.

- Hello, love. Am I too early?
- Yeah, you'll have to wait.

Just take a seat. I'll
only be a few minutes.

I don't mind if I do. It's
warmer than you'd think.

- Everything OK, Mrs Rawlings?
- Well, I passed my MOT!

Though there might still be a
bit of rust under the bonnet.

Thank you, Dr Ellingham. You
have a really nice manner.

- Mm. Anita Bush?
- No, Doc, this is my mum.

Hello, Doctor. Tara Newcross.

- How do you do?
- I've heard a lot about you.

- All good. We're off for lunch.
- You look jaundiced.

It's a tan. I'm a missionary.
It goes with the territory.

- She's fine. We should go.
- I don't think she is fine.

Her hand's clammy and she looks
warm. It's not warm in here.

- I'd like to examine you.
- Doc...

Look at her.

Actually, you do look a bit peaky, Mum.

- There you go.
- It was a long flight.

Probably best you just do what
the Doc says. It'll save time

in the long run. And he has
a nice manner, apparently.

Come through.

Very well, if it'll make you happy.

I've got liver cancer.

Right. Sit down.

What prognosis have you been given?

I'm dying. I'm dying and
there's nothing to be done

and I don't know how to tell my daughter.

Straight and to the
point. It's usually best.

Who told you there was nothing to be done?

Treatments are advancing
all the time, you know.

I've been examined by
my doctor in Nairobi.

I have multiple tumours on my liver.

Right.

The Church has given us
dispensation and the airfare

for me to come home and spend
my final days with my daughter.

I strongly advise that
you reconsider your choice

not to investigate further
treatment. I can refer you.

My husband and I believe that
everything happens for a reason.

- Well, that's nonsense.
- Nevertheless,

this is the path that's
been chosen for us.

- Mrs Newcross...
- It won't be easy for Morwenna.

We've already spent a lot
of time away from her.

I wanted to thank you, Doctor,
for giving Morwenna a job

and I appreciate your concern.

It's not "concern".
It's a medical opinion.

I've made my peace,
Doctor, and my decision.

- All good?
- All good. Vitamins.

OK, great. Lunch.

Jack!

Is this you back for
good, or just a visit?

Oh, just a visit, Sal.
Catch up with our Morwenna.

Course, the Lord's work never stops.

Just about to harangue the
unruly mob for donations,

so a packet of throat
lozenges'll come in handy.

You do good work. Clive used to
read me your monthly magazine.

- Oh! How is he?
- He died.

Oh. I'm so sorry. When did that happen?

Last week.

The Good Book tells us
not to fear death's sting.

You seem to be taking it well.
At least you have your faith.

You can... cope with anything, with faith.

£2.50.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

For the last few years,

my wife and I have been helping
to build a school in Kenya.

Imagine how you'd feel if your children

walked barefoot every morning, barefoot,

to a ramshackle place with no power...

He's not mentioned the
price of a pint yet.

Children have to walk several
miles a day, but you can help,

for the price of a pint!

- There you go.
- You can... Thank you.

You can pay for a child's
textbooks for a year.

I know everybody loves a drink.

Just imagine what good
your money could be doing.

Oh, nothing but moths in my wallet, Jack.

What are you doing? Don't
give that man money.

I like to be generous.

Just because a stranger
rattles a tin in your face

doesn't mean you have to
respond. He could be anyone.

- I do have credentials.
- Really?

- Don't shake that in my face.
- Oi, what about your dog?

Relieving itself on my bag!

- It's not my dog.
- That's Fizzy Water's dog.

Tell him to keep it away from the surgery.

That'd be pretty tough. He died ages ago.

Right. Let's go.

Oh, get away!

- Hi!
- Are you going to eat that

- or just play with it?
- I'm not really that hungry.

With all the travelling, I
had about three breakfasts!

I'm sorry we didn't come
back for Grandad's funeral.

- It doesn't matter.
- It does.

We always put the work
before everything else.

It seemed the most important
thing at the time.

Clearly still is. Dad's out
there, haranguing passers-by.

- It's so embarrassing!
- He'll be here in a minute.

He wanted to give us some time together

so I could tell you something.

Tell me what? Why are you
both acting so weird?

You're splitting up, aren't you?

- Morwenna...
- I know Dad can be a pain,

but you don't need to throw
nearly 30 years of marriage

down the drain.

- You told her, then?
- She's telling me now.

This is because you always have
to be the boss of everything.

I don't think that's how
the illness is caused.

What... what illness?
What are you talking about?

We're not splitting up. It's me, Morwenna.

It's you what?

Dr Ellingham said not
to sugar-coat it, so...

.. I've got cancer... and it's terminal.

No.

Well, what did the Doc say?

You have to get treatment.

I was diagnosed three months
ago. I've made my peace with it.

That's why you came back?

To tell me that... that you're dying?

We've both made our peace with it.

Please, sit down.

Your mother's made it clear she
doesn't want any treatment.

Let's talk about this as a family.

A family? Since when have
you ever included me?

Three months you've known,
and you never called or....

I need to go.

I just wanted to tell you face to face.

- Hi. How's James?
- Um, he's all right.

He's upstairs in his cot, but
he's still got a temperature.

Ruth said that she...
No, no, no, no, no, no!

Please don't let this dog follow you in.

It's probably lost. We should talk to Joe.

It's not lost. Its owner died.

Now it's latched on to us.

You see the trouble is,

because you let one pack animal

have free rein in a human household,

we're about to be overrun with them.

- That ought to be put down.
- Sorry, Martin, it's erm...

my tutorial session, so...

Hello, Professor Bradman.

- Oh, er, Sam, please.
- Can't you do that later?

Did you manage to track down
the books on your reading list?

Yes, thank you. I made a start
on Disorganised Attachment.

It's one of our core
texts, so read it carefully.

Yeah, I'll make sure I do that.

Its basic concept is flawed.

- Er, sorry, what?
- It's nothing.

Ssh! Shush?

No, no. God, not you. Martin, do you mind?

- Oh, is that Mr Ellingham?
- Doctor.

Sorry, Professor. Martin...

Quite all right, Louisa.
Debate is healthy.

That book is dependent upon

a highly flawed and generalised conceit

that ignores the different
developmental levels

- of individual children.
- All valid criticisms,

but ones I'd rather discuss
with my actual student,

and not within our first session.

- Oh, right.
- Yes, absolutely.

I really apologise for that
interruption. Let's get started!

The perils of working from home, eh?

Yes!

So, Disorganised Attachment: An Overview.

Sorry, just... bear with me.

All right?

Is it OK if I stay here tonight?

Sure. Your parents
driving you crazy, then?

Bit like that with Dad always
showing up, wanting attention.

You've just gotta grit your teeth,

remember they'll be gone soon enough.

My mum's dying.

Oh, Mor... When I said "gone",
I didn't mean "gone gone".

Oh, Mor, I'm so sorry.

Oh, sorry...

I simply made an observation
and your Professor responded.

No. You interrupted my session
to show off how smart you were.

I don't want to argue.
It's been a long day.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

I was right about the book, though.

Oh, God...

It's that other dog trying
to get our attention.

- Obviously.
- Don't acknowledge it.

It'll get bored and go away soon.

Sorry, Doc. Bit of an emergency.
I need to speak to Louisa.

That dog's a stray. Take it to the pound.

Priorities, Doc. This is serious.

Stay there.

Yes, good.

Louisa, there's been a breakthrough.

- What's going on?
- There was a break-in

- at the school.
- You didn't tell me.

Hardly seemed important.

Probably just local kids causing trouble.

No, it's more than that. Much more.

There's been a second
break-in at the lifeboat house.

Same modus operandi.

One from the school,
one from the boathouse.

I was up half the night
taping them together.

Tell me what you see,
or what you don't see.

Mm... That's my class from
seven or eight years ago.

And the lifeboat one's more
recent, probably this year.

There's one face torn
out of each photograph.

I believe it to be the same boy.

If it is, we may not just
be looking at burglary

but at a possessive-obsessive
murder-type situation.

What?

Do you know who this missing boy is?

Well, I remember some
classes better than others,

but this is a good year.

That's Dan Willis, I think.

Dan Willis? He was in
my surgery yesterday.

- Are you at liberty to...
- No.

I understand. Hypocrite's
oath, and all that.

But if he was acting
suspicious, you have to tell me.

No, I don't.

So you're saying he was acting suspicious.

What happens in my surgery
is none of your business.

- I'll take that as a yes, then.
- Do what you want.

Joe, maybe you should speak
to Dan himself about this.

Huh! In an ideal world, but...
who knows where he is now?

And, unfortunately, I
haven't got the resources

for a full scale manhunt.

I'd imagine he'd be staying with
his mum over on Quinn Street.

[Hmm... That's good.]

Erm, Doc, I'd like a word.

Er, later. I saw you yesterday, didn't I?

That was for my shoulder.
It's my ankles today.

- They're swollen.
- Hm. Go through.

No, Doc. I'd really
like to talk to you now.

It's OK. She can go first.
I don't mind waiting.

She's not a patient. Go
through. I'll speak to you later.

Come along.

Of course it helped that I could
work wherever I wanted to.

As long as I had my shells,
I'd make jewellery with them.

Necklaces, headpieces, bracelets...

Honestly, they're rubbish,

but you'd be surprised at the junk

that tourists will shell out for!

Pun not intended, Doctor.

There's nothing wrong with your ankles.

Well, they're just so stiff!
Of course, I'm not surprised,

when you walk 10 or 15 miles
every day for 10 years

- and then suddenly you stop!
- Why did you stop?

Because my Gerry died.

Oh, I do miss him.

- He was 17.
- He was your son?

I thought he was your husband.

My son?

- My Border Collie!
- Oh, God!

There's no evidence of arthritis.

Get an over-the-counter anti-inflammatory

if the problem still persists

and a return to regular exercise
wouldn't do you any harm.

Border Collie!

- Has something happened to Dan?
- Why would you think that?

We had an argument yesterday.

He's run off. He hasn't come back.

There's been a break-in at his
old school. Nothing too serious,

but photos featuring your
son have been vandalised.

And his face had been
torn out of them, right?

You'd better come in, Joe.

He went off to university

and he's come back like
a whole different person.

He's put on weight, he seems
all angry and defensive

and then yesterday, I went up to his room

and he's got all my photo albums out

and, well, he'd torn them all up!

I got mad at him about that

and it wasn't until after he'd
stormed out that I realised

he'd torn his face out of all of them.

That's creepy!

I mean, it's interesting.
It's very interesting.

Are there any he hasn't torn up?

Might be useful for me
if I need to ID him.

There's some I haven't
put in the albums yet.

Let's see. Here. Erm...

He had a lovely smile.

I don't know what happened to it.

Next patient's in 15 minutes.

Why didn't you tell me about my mum?

I can't discuss my patients with you

and she was going to tell you anyway.

I know, but I've been awake
half the night thinking about it

and... it's me. I work here.

I'm not just some random
person off the street!

- Right. You're upset.
- Of course I am!

My mum's dying and she's
refusing any treatment,

saying it's "just the way things
are" and that isn't right.

No. She's being incredibly foolish.

Yeah, so convince her. Tell
her she's in delayed shock.

It's only been three
months since the diagnosis.

- Three months?
- Yeah.

I'd need to see the scans and test results

from the doctor that diagnosed her.

She won't tell me who the doctor is.

She thinks this is all
part of some great plan.

Why? Is there something you can do?

I can't do anything
without more information.

What the hell!

Oi!

- I found these.
- Clozapine?

They're anti-psychotics.
Who do they belong to?

Dan Willis. He slept in a boat last night.

Got disturbed this morning,
did a runner, left his bag.

Phone, wallet and these pills.

He didn't tell me he was taking this.

Morwenna...

Actually, no.

Ruth! What do you know about Clozapine?

- I need some context.
- I suspect that a patient

hasn't been taking his medication.

- Any symptoms?
- Weight gain, poor hygiene,

- anxiety...
- Slept in a boat.

- That's not relevant.
- And he's been tearing his face

- out of old photos.
- Now, that is relevant.

Withdrawal symptoms from
Clozapine can be severe,

not to mention any psychosis re-emerging.

Where's James?

- He's in the dog basket.
- Oh, God!

Yes, he crawled in there and
was having a lovely time.

I didn't see any harm in it.

It's really unhygienic!

Sorry, Docs, but herbaphobic?

Hebephrenic. A form of schizophrenia

characterised by delusional behaviour.

Untreated, it really can
become all-consuming.

I better track him down. Don't
worry, Doc. I'm on the case.

No collecting in here.
It's not Waterloo Station.

- Doc, this is my dad.
- Oh. Erm... right.

Yes. Go through. Not you.
Hold these and sit there.

OK, tell Dad what you need to know.

I need to know the name
of your wife's doctor,

the one who treated her and diagnosed her.

I'm only here because Morwenna
asked me and I owe her that much

but I'm not gonna go
behind my wife's back.

Are you really fine with all this?

Mum just giving up and letting it happen?

She's not "giving up".
She's... made her peace.

But what if she's wrong, Dad?

You talk about some great plan.
What if all this is part of it?

Me. The Doc. Don't you
care what happens to her?

Of course I do!

(Dad...)

All right. Dr Museveni,
University Hospital.

Please, don't tell your mother.

I made my promise to her.

- You say he's missing?
- Kind of.

So you want to put the
photo up in the window?

- To draw him in.
- That doesn't make any sense.

It's highly complicated police work.

Basically, he's got no phone
or money and he's a big lad.

He's gonna want to eat at some point,

so chances are he'll come down here.

When he does, I'll be on a
stakeout across the road,

ready to pounce. Boom!

- Even if it takes all night?
- Even if it takes all night.

I'd be happy to sit with you,

but I can't promise I won't take a nap.

You're a good friend. I appreciate it.

There. Now shut up!

I'll speak to Penhale in the morning,

talk about getting it destroyed.

Joe. Joe!

Joe! The picture's gone.
Suspect's on the move!

What? I wasn't asleep. I was
just getting ready to pounce.

- I'm attached.
- Oh, come on, Joe!

Look. There he is. He's there!

He's getting away!

Dan! Stop!

What? Hey!

Yes?

What? Penhale, slow down.

I'm sorry, Ruth. James was feeling
better, so Louisa took him to nursery.

- You could've told me!
- I called but you were engaged.

Where are you rushing off to?

That boy's on the harbour
wall, threatening to jump in.

- The hebephrenic?
- Yeah.

Maybe I should come with you.

- I told you, stay back!
- I am staying back.

I've done a course in
hostage mediation, you know.

Penhale...

So, he's not being super responsive.

- I'll talk to him.
- That may not be wise.

- He's got a nasty gash.
- Might need medical attention.

You've no need to bellow at
him. You need to be tactful.

I'm not going to bellow at him!

I think I know what's happened.
You've had a bad reaction

to coming off your medication too quickly.

I can help you with that,

but first I'd like to look at
that wound on your hand, Sam.

It's Dan, you tosser!

Don't come any closer
or I swear I'll jump!

Hello! I'm Dr Ruth Ellingham.
We don't know each other,

but I think I know why
you're acting this way.

- It's because he's mental.
- I heard that!

You've come off your
medication, haven't you?

Maybe you felt well, but
now you feel a lot worse.

And those photographs. Why was
it so important to tear them up?

Cos that's not me! That's someone else,

smiling at me like an idiot!

He has no idea how bad things can get.

It's like he's laughing
at me. That smiling face!

Come on now, Dan. Get off that ledge.

Right, just... let me have a
look at that wound on your hand.

- It looks nasty.
- You stay back.

Come on down here. I just don't
want that wound to get infected.

Come on down. Let me have a look at it.

That's it.

Mmhm.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah...

Do you want me to help you down?

No, I'm fine.

It made sense when I was up here alone

but now you're here, it's a bit weird.

Yeah. Come on. Let's get that cleaned up.

Why were you prescribed Clozapine?

It was my first time away from
home. I wasn't really coping.

Not used to looking after myself.

Started to disrupt classes.
I suppose it was a breakdown.

The doc at uni put me on the pills.

And why did you stop taking them?

They made me feel all... fuzzy, strange...

I think it'd be a good idea if
you went back on the medication

but spoke to your
psychiatrist about the dosage.

It might need adjusting.

The rash was caused by shingles.

Clozapine weakens the immune system.

Did you have chickenpox
when you were younger?

That's the itchy one with the
spots, right? Yeah, I did.

Shingles is a reactivation
of the same virus.

And the fluoride in the water?

Absolutely nothing to do with anything.

And listen, when you go to see a doctor,

you need to tell them
you're taking medication.

Right. I was taking medication.

Before. There's not much point now.

Off the desk.

Right, you, I need to get you home.

Have to see if anyone
wants to press charges

for your breaking and entering.
They probably won't, but...

I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Another success for the dynamic duo.

Teresa Green! Go through.

- A spot of lunch?
- Yeah. She wants to talk to us.

It's up here.

What is it, love? What's so urgent?

I wanted to say sorry for
being angry with you.

You don't need to apologise.

- And I want you to see the Doc.
- No. I've told you already...

He's been in contact with Dr Museveni.

How did he get his details?

- Jack?
- Just talk to the man.

I asked for your support,
not interference.

- This is hard enough as it is!
- What's this?

Oh, it's fine, Doc. I
shouldn't be here, anyway.

No, you shouldn't.
According to your diagnosis

and your medical records,
you should be dead,

- but clearly you're not.
- I don't understand.

Neither do I. So you can either
carry on ignoring the situation

or you can let me examine you.

When I spoke to Doctor...
Whatsit, your doctor,

he shared my concern
that you were still alive

three months after he
delivered his prognosis.

- Don't.
- Don't what?

Get my hopes up. It's
not been easy to accept

and if we're doing all this just
to tell me what I already know,

that I'm dying, I couldn't take that.

I'm sorry, I just couldn't. Not again.

Stop talking.

Multiple cysts...

which, considering your state of
health, doesn't make any sense.

I think they could be hydatid cysts.

- Hydatid?
- Caused by an African parasite.

It creates tapeworm cysts within the liver

that could easily be mistaken for cancer.

Still a serious disease, but treatable.

She's going to be OK?

- If that's what it is, yeah.
- Wait. I'm not going to die?

- Not from this, if we're lucky.
- It's a miracle!

Not a miracle, a parasite.

No, if we hadn't come back here, seen you,

she would've died of that
hydatid thing, wouldn't she?

Left untreated, yes.

Well, then, that's a miracle
in my book! See, Morwenna?

You'll still need an operation
to remove the cysts.

I'll refer you to a
surgical liver specialist

and I'll prescribe you an
anti-parasitic, Albendazole.

Whatever you say, Doc.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

See you at home.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

No, no! Out! Out! Out! Out!

Out! Out! Filthy animals.

Oh, God. What is it this time?

- It's my wrists.
- It's not your wrists, is it?

You're malingering. There's
nothing wrong with you.

Yeah, well... well, maybe
sometimes I get a bit lonely

and there's no harm in having a natter!

Wait a moment.

Take this dog. It needs a new owner.

- Oh!
- Walk it twice a day.

Oh, he's a lovely boy, isn't he?

Oh! Oh, thank you, Doctor.

You're a very sweet man!

Oh, lovely boy!

Oh, come on, then. Let's go home.

We'll go for a nice walk on the beach.

- Was that...
- That's the other one.

- That's its new owner.
- Oh, well done!

I heard there was a commotion
down at the harbour wall.

Was it to do with Dan Willis?

Yes, but he's agreed to
go back on his medication

and I'll monitor his condition.

I wonder if his upbringing
had anything to do with that.

You know, he always was
quite an anxious child.

I suppose it could be attachment issues.

He has a psychiatric condition.

- I was just speculating.
- Perhaps you could bring it up

at your next video chat with Sam.

Yes, well, maybe I will.

Good dog, Buddy.

- This is the nephew I told you about. Toby.
- Welcome to Portwenn.

Are you the Head? Are you
going to be teaching me?

Mrs. Tishell, you have prescriptions
belonging to patients of mine.

Were you talking to Clive yesterday?

That's the sort of thing
a crazy person would do.

I've just spoken to Toby. He said she went out
for a walk this morning and she hasn't come back.

The first twenty four hours of
a missing person are crucial.

After that, you might as well give up.