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My parents would
leave me in Cornwall

with my Aunt Joan
for the whole summer.

So yes, of course,
personality development

is related to a
child's environment.

I think.

Are you feeling
comfortable, Louisa?

Hmm? Yeah, why?

You don't look
especially relaxed.

I'm feeling a little squashed.

Can you move over a bit?

Do you feel that you keep
a distance from each other?

Um...

we're currently living apart.

Yes.

And that's not what
I was referring to.

Are you aware that you
maintain a separateness

even when you're
sitting next to each other?

Frequently couples
will hold hands

or make unconscious
gestures of affection.

Are you saying we
don't act like a couple?

Have you ever actually
been in a relationship?

This isn't about me.

Hmm.

Looking at you now, you
seem quite self-contained.

Do you enjoy sharing
physical contact?

We do have a child, you know.

If there is to be
the possibility

of having a
successful relationship,

one must be able to express

one's appreciation
of one's partner.

I appreciate Louisa.

Do you find Martin
to be appreciative?

To me, he's usually quite nice.
To other people, not so much.

Are you implying that he's rude?

Can be. Yeah.

Would you like to
say more about that?

Um...

Well, he has no social
skills whatsoever.

He doesn't suffer fools
gladly... or... or at all.

He makes no attempt
to disguise his contempt

for anyone he considers
less intelligent than himself.

And considers everyone
to be less intelligent...

I understand.

Martin, is Louisa being unfair?

No, not really.

Louisa... Three
positives about Martin.

- What?
- Quickly.

Um, uh...

He's a very good doctor.

He always looks very smart.

And he keeps the
house very tidy.

Great.

Martin, are you able to think
of three positives about Louisa?

Yes.

Can you tell me what they are?

She's a good and caring mother.

She is physically active.

And she's very beautiful.

Each person has to feel

that their needs are being met,

and physical contact is
an important aspect of that.

So, where do we go from here?

I'd like to set you
some homework.

- Fine.
- I want you to embrace

three times a day

and make a positive
statement to each other.

Are you okay with that?

- Yes.
- Sure.

Great.

James is bathed and Sudocremed.

Shall I put him to bed, or
would you like me to leave now?

No, why not let him play for
a while? Might tire him out.

Yes.

If you'd like me to bathe
him on a-a regular basis,

I'm sure I can find the time.

Yeah, thank you.

He'll enjoy that.
Won't you, James?

- Right.
- What?

- Should we, um...
- What?

Our homework.

Yes.

Come on. Could be fun.

- Right.
- So, I'll get us started.

Um, have you got
something positive in mind?

Yes. I'm glad that
you came back.

- Thank you, Martin.
- Mm.

See, that wasn't
so bad, now, was it?

- No.
- So, um...

w-why don't we... Why
don't we try it again?

Yes, that step was
a little awkward.

Yeah, we can do
better than that.

Okay.

Okay, Martin.

Um, I'm having
difficulty letting go.

I'm not going anywhere.

Mm. This is nice.

I actually can't let go.

My watch has snagged
on your cardigan.

Yeah.

There. That's got it. Yes.

It's just the hem. It's fine.

I have a letter of
referral to... to write.

- So I'll say good night.
- Of course.

Good night, James.

Night.

Oh!

Doctor? Doctor!

Did you enjoy your fish stew?

It was no trouble. I just
happened to be passing...

Oh...

Bert?

It's time to move this eyesore.
There's been complaints, Bert.

This is a beauty spot,

and your van doesn't
exactly improve the view.

- That is discrimination.
- The law is the law.

You need to move
on. Where will you go?

Don't you worry yourself about
that, Joe. I'm already sorted.

But first, I'm going
to have a cup of tea.

Good morning, Miss Glasson.

I mean, uh, Mrs. Ellingham.
Sorry, which one is it?

Peter Cronk. My
goodness, you've grown!

Of course I have. I'm currently
undergoing adolescence.

I expect to grow at
least 30 centimeters

in the next four years.

My muscle weight will increase
by six or seven kilograms.

- Okay.
- And my voice

has dropped an
octave in the past year.

So, what are you
doing here, Peter?

There's something I'd
like to discuss with you.

- Do you have a minute?
- Um, okay, yeah.

Got five minutes.

I'm off for the next week
on work experience.

Oh, were you thinking
of being a teacher?

Well, if you'd like to spend
the week at the school,

I'm sure that could be arranged.

- No.
- Okay.

- I want to be a doctor.
- That's nice.

I would like to work in
Dr. Ellingham's surgery

and find out what it's like
to be a general practitioner.

I've outlined my
request in the letter.

And you would like
me to give this to Martin

because you think I'd have a
better chance of persuading him?

If anyone can, I'm
sure it's you. Please.

Um, well, I can't promise
anything, but I will ask.

Great. Uh, thank
you Miss Glasson.

It's Mrs. Ellingham.

Oh, good morning, Jessy.
You're bright and early.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- A little too early, actually.
- Yeah, sorry about this.

I've got to show a
property in Plymouth.

Hmm. Are you all right, Jessy?

- Oh, she's fine.
- You sure?

Ah, just a bit sleepy is all.

My wife's looking after her
mother in Padstow at the moment.

Are you sure she
can't come inside?

Well, if she goes to the library

and reads a book very
quietly, I'll keep an eye on her,

but let's not make
this a habit, okay?

Okay.

- Come on, Jessy.
- Off you go. Go on.

Come on, Jessy.

There we go.

Right, Jessy.

So, what have you got
in your book bag today?

My symptoms?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes. I have symptoms.

How does your
depression manifest itself?

Oh, well, you know, it just
makes me feel a bit... sad.

Well, there is nothing in
your notes about depression.

Constant anxiety,
yes, that's it.

And I'm always, um,
worried about stuff.

- What type of stuff?
- Well, you know...

Usual stuff that depressed
people worry about.

And I can't leave my
house or anything.

And yet you're here.

Oh, I'm having a good day.

So, how about some
of that "serrytonnin"?

There is no such
drug as "serrytonin,"

if that's what
you're referring to.

There are antidepressants
known as SSRIs

that boost the level of
serotonin in the brain.

Oh. Well, I'll have

- some of them, then, please.
- No, you won't

because I'm already
treating you for glaucoma,

and antidepressants
exacerbate that condition.

Well, how about
some Valium, then?

No. It is my clinical judgment

that you are not
depressed at all.

Now, you're already taking
beta-blockers and statins.

Are you taking the
beta-blockers I prescribed you?

Of course I am. Love 'em.

Ooh, but I need some more.

- That's right.
- Right.

Well, I'll renew your
prescription for beta-blockers,

and let's review the situation
in a couple of weeks, shall we?

Couldn't I have
some antidepressants

- while you're at it?
- No.

♪ Dear Lord and
father of mankind ♪

♪ Forgive... ♪

I'll just be with you in a tick.

Sal?

Clive?

It's been a long time.

I know. I'm sorry.

No! No, no, no! No, no,
no! It's been a very long time.

I went back on the rigs.

I had to think. About us.

What are you doing here?

Well, I think we ought
to give it another go.

- You do?
- We're still married, aren't we?

Husbands and wives
should stick together.

- Well, what about your job?
- I gave it up.

I thought I could help
you out 'round here.

- Help me?
- In the shop.

We can work together.

Team Tishell!

Team Tishell?

You never once visited me

in all those months I was
away in that convalescent home,

even though I sent you
the address, with directions,

and begged you
to come and see me

and you knew it wasn't my
fault about what happened.

We're closed!

All right, boy.

Ruth's all right
with you being here,

- but you can't stay forever.
- Gotcha.

Mm. Well, park it in the woods
where no one will see you.

I owe you, son.

You do.

All right. I'm going to go now.

Oh. Actually, do
you have a minute?

Yes.

Do you remember Peter Cronk?

Asthmatic mother. Tried
to deep-fry her arm. Yes.

To you. From Peter.

He wants to shadow
you in the surgery.

He wants to be a doctor.

That would be
unnecessarily disruptive.

Yeah. Yeah, I thought
there would be a problem

with patient confidentiality.

And he'll get under your feet

and ask endless questions
that will irritate you.

Not to mention
the inconvenience.

Yeah, that's what I thought.
Don't worry about it. It's fine.

However, if you tell him

to come and see me first thing
tomorrow morning before surgery,

then I will discuss it with him.

- Really?
- Yes.

Got a modicum of intelligence,
and he's resourceful.

A bit of guidance
and encouragement

wouldn't be out of place.

Great. Are you sure about this?

- Yes.
- Great.

Well, I'll let him know, then.

- Your dress is lovely.
- Oh, thank you, Martin.

You're welcome.

You seem really
committed to this therapy.

Yes. Um...

And now it's your turn.

That was my turn. You
are, aren't you? Committed?

Um, yes.

Do you think it's going to work?

Well, I think that counseling
can have positive benefits, yes.

Good.

Hmm.

Right.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Are you okay?

Just seems odd to leave.

Good night.

Good night.

If any of the patients objects

to your presence,
for whatever reason,

- then you will leave.
- Okay.

You will not talk to the
patients. Is that understood?

Understood.

You will not touch the patients.

You will not discuss these
consultations with anyone.

Can I write down
what you tell them?

No.

Can I discuss
consultations with you?

Yes. If you think it will
improve your understanding.

Then I'm ready to start
my medical training.

- Can I start now?
- Yes.

What would you
like me to do first?

Take those bags out of here.

Um, a-and then can we
discuss various medications

and their effects and
contraindications?

No.

Then I will show you how to
use the sphygmomanometer.

I've brought you some breakfast.

- You all right, Dad?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Just...
- Here.

Pondering, son.

Well, that sounds dangerous.

Are you comfortable
in this thing?

- Snug as a bug.
- Mm.

What are you going to do, then?

Oh, don't you worry
about that, boy.

I've got my next
venture all planned.

Are you going to have
another crack at plumbing?

Oh, no. No, no,
no. Never look back.

I've got my eyes targeted
right on the horizon.

Yeah, but you've
already got the tools. So...

Yeah, but this time, I think
I've found my pot of gold.

What's that, then?

I'm playing it
close to my chest.

Okay.

Well, the next guests are
booked in. Got a lot to do.

But, um, are you sure I
can't, uh, lend you a ten or...

Money's not a problem. But
have you got a twenty in there?

The bottom of the cuff

should be an inch above
your antecubital fossa.

Doc? Got an emergency.

Uh, take a seat.

I'd just bought my
son his first fishing rod.

He was so looking
forward to using it.

Oh, do you still have
your blood problem?

Be quiet. Uh, uh, go over
to the examination table.

Get him a chair.

Sit down. Put your
arm on the table.

Hold your hand still.

It was his first cast.

He didn't realize I was
still holding the hook.

In the top cupboard closest
to the sink on the first shelf

is a black zip-up holdall.

Is this going to hurt?

Yes.

Uh, the doctor is
preparing a local anesthetic.

He'll inject you on
both sides of the thumb

to shut down the nerves.

Who's he?

Work experience.

- Am I right?
- Yes, you are.

- Well, can I do it?
- No.

Keep your hands still.

W-What are those for?

To cut off the hook.
Cover your eyes.

Now I'm going to pull the
hook through your thumb.

Oh, God.

- I think I might faint.
- Don't.

- Will it need stitches?
- No, a plaster will do.

Well, can I put a
plaster on, then?

- No.
- I'm sure

- the patient won't mind.
- I would, actually.

Well, I'm just trying to get
some practical experience.

Well, tidy this lot up, then.

Um, excuse me!

Silly behavior over here.
Can we stop that, please?

Thank you. Play nicely.

Miss Grappy, I believe
you're supposed to be

supervising the
children, not texting.

Yeah, the thing is, I don't know
when I'm teaching next week.

- So...
- Oh.

I was thinking, um, can I
take the kids outside later?

Yes, that's a great idea.
Really shows initiative.

- Thanks.
- Tell you what.

Let's take the science
lesson up to Rosstree Field.

- Great.
- I'll come with you.

And you'll turn your phone off.

- Ah, Melissa.
- Morwenna.

Here's what I need you to do.

The notes for a patient aren't
where they're meant to be...

Namely, on Dr. Ellingham's desk.

What?

Can you locate them
and give them to me

so I can pass them
on to Dr. Ellingham?

Uh, now, the name of the
patient is Mary Pattinson.

That's P-A-T-T-I...

I can spell her name.

And yet you can't
locate her file.

I will fetch it in a minute.

Well, Doc needs it stat.

"Stat"? What does "stat" mean?

It's an abbreviation of
the Latin word "statim,"

meaning "immediately."

Well, why didn't you
say "immediately"?

I would have
understood you then.

We always use the
term "stat" to save time.

Hasn't really worked
on this occasion, has it?

And who's "we"?

Well, those of us working
in the medical profession.

Yeah, but you're not a
professional, are you,

'cause you're
working here for free.

Right.

Well, if you can't be
bothered, I'll find them myself.

Oi! Don't you ever, ever
touch my filing system.

If you do, you'll be needing
medical assistance yourself...

Stat.

He wants to try again!

- I'm sorry?
- Clive... Uh, my, uh, uh...

- C-Clive. He's back!
- Clive?

- Yes.
- Has returned?

Yes, boom! And he wants
us to get back together.

Are you all right?

- Well...
- You seem a little agitated.

I-I don't know what
the man is thinking.

Well, perhaps you
should ask him.

And to top it off, he wants to
be my assistant. In the shop.

Well, I-I-I don't think
that's a good idea. Do you?

Well, that's something you
need to decide for yourself.

You know, I think it would
be a good idea if you and Clive

had a frank conversation
about your relationship

before deciding anything.

About where it's
gone in the past

and where we are
going in the future

and whether it's
apart or together

and, if it's together,
how we will do that?

- Yes. Exactly.
- Thank you.

Will this be everything?

Yes, thank you.

What on...

I'll take over now.

No need, my dear.
Everything's in hand.

Thank you, Clive.

He isn't licensed.

Will there be anything else?

I think that's everything.

£3.20, please.

Thank you.

Thank you for your custom, and
I hope you have a very good day.

Okay.

You and I are going to have
to have a little talk, Clive.

Okay.

You just waltzed back
into my life after all this time

as if everything was the same.

Yes, I suppose I did.

Didn't it occur to you to
ask how I felt about that?

Well, to be honest, I was
scared what answer I'd get.

I'm not the woman I was, Clive.

I may look young and
carefree, but I've changed.

Okay. What are
you getting at, Sal?

I'm saying I'm not the
woman you married.

No.

But I'd marry you
today all over again.

Well...

I'm here for you,
Sal. If you'll have me.

Well, we'll just have to
see how it goes, then.

You'll have to sleep
on the sofa for now.

And you're 100%
sure it's not catching?

- Yes.
- Thank you, Doc.

I see you previously prescribed
the patient escitalopram.

Was that because
of her panic attacks?

Don't look at the
patient's notes.

You didn't say I couldn't.

Well, I'm telling you now.

Is escitalopram more effective

- than a benzodiazepine?
- Not necessarily.

Benzodiazepines are better
over a short period of time.

Well, how short a period?

Two to four weeks.

And is that because the patient
can... can become dependent?

Yes.

Can you tell Morwenna that
I don't make house visits?

Uh, sure.

Dr. Ellingham wants to know why

you have arranged a
home visit for this patient.

Excuse me?

Wasn't I clear?

Okay, little man,
you can tell the doctor

that she's just had her
varicose veins stripped out.

So she can't very
well get the bus.

I thought that
was Mrs. Kelloway.

You don't have a Mrs. Kelloway.

You have a Mrs. Kelleher,
and you're going to see her now.

Get my bag.

We won't be long.

Janice.

Hello, Joe.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to
ask to see your buggy license.

What, you going to
clock me for speeding?

I'm manning this
mobile checkpoint.

I've set myself a target of two
fixed-penalty notices per day.

If I apprehend someone on
the phone behind the wheel

or if Norman is driving his
tractor back from the pub,

I'll be knocking off early.

Oh, stand back.

I think I've got
a live one here.

Oh, bugger.

Zero.

I've warned you about taking
this van on the road, Mr. Large.

It's not roadworthy.

I've been fixing it up, Joe.

Haven't had a chance
to get to everything.

This tire's still bald, I see.

I've got a spare one.

Great. In the back, is it?
I'll give you a hand, then.

No. It's under all this stuff.
I'm fully loaded here, Joe.

Not a problem. I can
bench press 60 kilos.

Thank you, Joe,

but my insurance won't cover
you if you strain something.

All right, then. Well,
change it ASAP.

Otherwise, there will be
serious consequences.

Roger. I'll just be
on my way, then.

Hold on, Bert.

Until you can show me
a valid MOT certificate,

you're going nowhere
in this death trap.

I tell you what, Joe.

Why don't I drive it
back to AI's place, eh?

I promise I won't take it
out until it's roadworthy.

Save you the bother
of towing me away.

All right, then.

Straight back, though. And
let this be a lesson to you.

Thank you, officer.

Impressive.

The iron fist of the
law has a soft center.

Give us a go on your gun.

What do I need...

Huh.

All right. Everyone
has a partner?

Yes, Miss.

Everybody hold
your partner's hands,

and don't let go until we are
away from the roads. Okay?

Yes, Miss!

Ew!

Miss Grappy, Barney
won't hold my hand.

It's gross.

It is not!

Is!

Barney, it's not gross
to hold a girl's hand.

One day, you will enjoy it.

Off we go.

Okay?

Yeah.

Aaah! Gently, for
goodness' sake!

- Well, stop moving, then.
- Shall I fetch some tea?

I told you, nobody wants tea.

These stitches are
loosening, right?

No, of course they're not.

I'll change the dressing. You'll
need to keep the bandages

on your legs for
another couple of days.

Bit of a draft in here.

Mrs. Simmons, please
stop floating about.

Oh, for God's sake!

I should have
sacked her years ago.

I'll just put this
over here by the...

- No, put that down!
- Now look what you've done!

Get that woman out of here.

Uh, why don't we
go to the kitchen?

Oh. Would you like a cup of tea?

Yes. Thank you.

My very excellent mother,
Joy, serves up nuggets.

Come on.

My feet hurt.

We're nearly there.

I'm tired, Miss. Can we stop?

Stick out your tongue.

You've been eating sweets.

- No, I haven't.
- You know the rule.

- But I haven't!
- Shush.

Is everything all right?

It's fine. I've got it sorted.

- Come on.
- Come on.

My very excellent mother...

What's the matter
with your wrist?

It's getting
bigger all the time.

It's a cyst.

I could perform a simple
procedure to get rid of it.

- What?
- I can do it right here.

I-I just need a heavy book.

Are you a doctor?
You're very young.

I've just started my preliminary
training with Dr. Ellingham.

Oh...

You know you're
still hurting me?

Yes.

Oh, what now?

- What the hell's going on?
- Oh, uh, nothing.

- He hit me!
- What?

Well, no, she had a
ganglion cyst on her wrist,

and I gave it a bash
to break it down.

- Go and wait in the car.
- What?

Now!

Let me see.

Shh.

- It's not broken.
- Ohh...

I gave you specific
instructions on how to behave

with my patients... No
touching and no talking.

And you ignored me. It's
completely unacceptable.

I didn't ignore what you said.
I-I merely used my initiative.

Well, don't.

And I got rid of the cyst.

That... Nobody uses
that technique anymore.

Well, that doesn't
mean it isn't still effective.

Shut up! Your work
experience is terminated.

I'll drop you in the village.

But I need to pick up my
shopping from the surgery.

Right.

Six, seven, eight, nine,

10, 11, 12, 13,
14, 15, 16, 17, 18.

So, starting from here,
Lila, you're Jupiter,

and you're going to circle
all these planets and the sun.

Uh, Neptune doesn't go next
to Jupiter, does it, Miss Grappy?

- What?
- It's further from the sun.

Sorry. I've just got to read
this. It's about my next job.

That's not going to help our
solar system, though, is it?

Jessy? Are you all right there?

I don't feel well.

No. You look terrible.

Yeah, I think we
ought to take you home.

- There's no one there.
- All right.

Well, you come over
here and sit down and rest.

Yeah?

All right, sit down. That's it.
And I'll get you some water.

Can anyone tell me the name
of the next planet after Jupiter?

Is it Saturn?

Yes, Barney, it is Saturn.

So you're going to measure
out the distance from Jupiter.

Now, does anyone,
apart from Barney,

know how far it is
from Saturn to the sun?

Miss, what's wrong with Jessy?

Jessy? Jessy?

Hey, Jessy. Jessy?

Sweetie?

Is she dead, Miss?

No. No, no. She's not dead.

I'm just going to make a-a
phone call. Just a moment.

Are you sure she's not dead?

No, she's definitely
not dead, Barney.

Hello? Morwenna.

Doc? Phone call.

I told you not to interrupt me.

It's Louisa. There's
an emergency.

Oh. Uh, all right.

- Out of the way!
- Doctor,

I was wondering if I
could have a prescription...

- Make an appointment!
- For my... for my... my...

My depression thing!

Wake up, Jessy.

Are you sure she's not dead?

She's just not feeling
very well, Barney.

The doctor's coming.

I've left a message
with her mum.

Her dad's not
answering his phone.

Well, just keep trying. You
should have been more vigilant.

She said she was tired.

I thought she was
just messing about.

These children are
your responsibility.

Well, you didn't
spot it, either.

Out of the way.

Careful.

She collapsed. I can't rouse
her. I think she's got a fever.

What was she doing
when she collapsed?

- She was being Pluto.
- What?

Was she exerting herself?

No. Not at all. She said
she wasn't feeling very well.

She sat down and collapsed.

- Her tongue's red.
- She's been eating sweets.

There's more to this
condition than eating sweets.

Why didn't you notice that
her lips are dry and flaky?

Because I'm not
a doctor, Martin.

I'm feeling bad enough as it is.

It's just sunstroke. She's just
got a bit of sunstroke, right?

She hasn't got sunstroke. The
child's got Kawasaki disease.

It's very rare and
potentially fatal.

Will there be a funeral?

- She's not going to die, Barney.
- Well, she might.

There is a significant risk of
a coronary artery aneurysm,

not to mention a heart attack.

Yeah, thanks. Thank you, Martin.

Uh, this is
Dr. Ellingham, Portwenn.

I need an ambulance immediately
for an unconscious child.

Okay, everybody listen to me.
Jessy is going to be all right.

The location is Rosstree Field.

And Jessy's not in any danger.

Well, if you can't do
it in under 30 minutes,

then she may die.

Shh!

Oh, all right. Well,
cancel the ambulance.

I'll bring her in myself.

Idiots. Come on.

I don't think she's
doing very well, Martin.

- How is her pulse?
- Um...

I don't know. I
can't feel anything.

- Check her carotid artery.
- What?

Here. On her neck.

No, I-I can't feel anything.

Um, rapid. It's... It's rapid.

- Dr. Ellingham?
- Yes?

- Where's the cardiologist?
- He's meeting us in resus.

Right.

Let's get her there
as soon as possible.

Where's the doctor?

- I'll find out.
- Get me a sublingual aspirin.

Shouldn't I...

No, just get me a
sublingual aspirin.

Why does she need aspirin?

It will stop her
blood from clotting.

Can you open up
her shirt, please?

Here. He's just finishing
off with a heart attack.

Oxygen.

- 39 degrees.
- Martin.

Get a drip into her.

Dr. Ellingham.

- What have we got?
- She's got Kawasaki disease.

She lost consciousness
25 minutes ago.

She'll need intravenous
immunoglobulin.

I've never seen this before.

Now.

- Thank you, Dr. Ellingham.
- Yes.

- Will she be all right?
- Yes, should be.

Right. Yes. Yes.

- Where's Jessy? What's going on?
- She's going to be fine.

- Isn't she?
- Yes.

She's suffering from
Kawasaki disease.

What's that?

Mucocutaneous
lymph node syndrome.

It causes the blood
vessels to become inflamed.

If it's left undetected, it can
spread to the coronary arteries.

- H-How did she get it?
- It's comes from an infection.

And frankly I'm appalled that
as her father you failed to notice

the blisters on her
stomach and hands.

- Martin.
- I'm working nonstop.

You have a duty
of care to your child.

You're right.

I just don't have the time to
spend with her that I should.

Well, somebody should
be paying attention.

This is neglect on
a Dickensian scale.

- He doesn't mean that exactly.
- Yes, I do.

Martin.

What about her mum?

My wife isn't with us anymore.

- Oh.
- Oh.

She found someone she prefers.

- I see.
- I'm doing my best with Jessy.

But it's hard when
you're on your own.

- Well, you understand.
- What do you mean?

Haven't you two...

It's only temporary.

Evening, Peter.

- How's your mother?
- Yep.

No luck yesterday.

I'll try again in a
couple of weeks.

Right.

Mum?

Oh, my God. Mum. Mum!

That was terrifying.

I wonder if I would have
spotted that in James.

Of course you would.

How long will she be off school?

It could take a month
for a full recovery.

Yes?

It's Morwenna.

Obviously.

I've got Peter
Cronk on the phone.

Well, tell him he can't come
back and he should stop ringing.

No. His mother's unconscious.
She fell down the stairs.

Oh, s-something up, Doc?

I-I heard Peter shouting
about something or other.

Peter!

It's Dr. Ellingham!

She's in here.

Was she conscious
when you found her?

Uh, barely. She
couldn't stand up.

- Have you called an ambulance?
- No. I called you.

Mrs. Cronk? Can you hear me?

Dr. Ellingham...

What happened?

My legs... I could...
couldn't feel them.

Have you been suffering
any more panic attacks?

She hardly has them at all now.

I wasn't talking to you.

Has your asthma been a problem
since you last came to see me?

- No. Not really.
- Yes.

- Have you fallen before?
- No.

Actually, I did have a
little tumble last week.

You're supposed to
tell me those things.

- Is anything broken?
- No.

- Shall I call an ambulance?
- No, don't.

I'm not going outside.

Why not? Why don't
you want to go outside?

Surely you have to go outside
every day you go to work.

She was made redundant.
Eight months ago.

Mrs. Cronk, I think
that your panic attacks

have escalated into
some sort of agoraphobia,

which is understandable due
to the stress of losing your job.

Peter, make them leave.
I can't have them here.

I can deal with this. I
shouldn't have called you.

- She's getting better.
- I don't think she is.

Mrs. Cronk, can you
control your breathing?

She was having panic
attacks every day,

and I've got it down
to one or two a week.

How?

I dissolve
beta-blockers in her tea.

What?! Are you insane?

I didn't want you to worry
about the side effects.

But you should have brought
your mother in to see Martin.

He'd have called
social services.

A kid at my school,

his mum went to hospital,
and they took him away.

Is that why you wanted
to shadow me for a week,

to get access to the drugs?

No, I really do
want to be a doctor.

So, where did you get
those beta-blockers from?

Well, I didn't steal
them. I bought the tablets.

Who did you buy them from?

Who sold you those tablets?

- Mr. Jarvis. Next door.
- Martin.

No, no! No, no! Don't use that!

If you're already taking
beta-blockers, it's useless!

You said you threw that away.

I-I know you can't mix
beta-blockers and Salbutamol.

One opens up the airways,

and the other causes
the airways to narrow.

Mixing Salbutamol
with beta-blockers

increases the risk of a
low blood-potassium level,

which can lead to
muscle weakness,

which might explain why
your mother's legs gave way.

I-I didn't know
she still had it.

You told Mr. Jarvis
to come and see me

and pretend to be
depressed, didn't you?

Then you'd have given whatever
I prescribed him to your mother

without actually knowing
what medication she's taken.

Mrs. Cronk, have you
taken any other drugs?

No, I'm sure
there's nothing else.

That's aspirin.

Aspirin prevents blood clots
from forming in the arteries.

Be quiet. It's not a tutorial.

Right, well, I'm
illustrating that I'm not

the complete idiot that
you seem to think I am.

St. John's wort.

It's a harmless homeopathic
remedy of dubious value.

I let mum take it for
the placebo effect.

It's not homeopathic.
It's naturopathic.

But I bet it doesn't work.

It's successful in alleviating
some symptoms of depression.

So, what would be the
result of mixing St. John's wort

with selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitor?

I'm not sure.

If I'd prescribed
antidepressants

to the man next door
and he'd sold them to you

and you crushed them up and
put them in your mother's tea

while she was also taking a
"harmless homeopathic remedy,"

that would have tipped the
serotonin level in her system

to a toxic degree...
Which could be fatal.

It beggars belief.

- Is Peter in trouble?
- No.

I'm sure he and Martin
are just having a little chat.

Try and relax.

Is everything okay?

Your son is completely
irresponsible.

You're very lucky to be alive.

He could just as
easily have killed you.

Don't tell anyone. I'll
get better. I know I will.

You can't let them
take him away.

No. No one is going to take
anyone away. Are they, Martin?

Peter made a mistake.

He's an intelligent boy, and
he won't make it again, will you?

Listen. It is
categorically prohibited

for anyone to administer
a drug to a patient

without correct
medical training...

Or any medical training.

I was just trying
to help my mother.

Well, you clearly
didn't manage that.

- And now you've broken the law.
- Well, Martin,

I think we can all see that
his intentions were good.

Oh, really? Is that the point?

I'll stop. I won't do
it again. I promise.

No, of course you
won't do it again.

You have committed
a criminal offense.

And, unsurprisingly,

the law takes that sort of
thing extremely seriously.

- Mr. Jarvis.
- Martin. Wait.

Are you really going to
report Peter to the police?

Louisa, he has broken the law.

And it's a good law made
for a very good reason.

Okay. I can see that. But
come on, Martin. He's terrified.

He's not going to
do it again, is he?

No, he is not
going to do it again.

Oh, great. Well,
that's a good idea.

You call Joe Penhale, then,
and have Peter slapped in cuffs.

Lock him up. That's the perfect
solution for everyone, isn't it?

That'll teach him.

Well, I'll refer the woman
to a mental-health specialist.

Perhaps Penhale isn't the
right person in this situation.

I'll talk to Jarvis later.

Okay.

Well, I'm sure Peter
won't do it again.

You've given him
enough of a fright.

Mm.

Is this... spontaneous
affection or prescribed?

- Oh.
- What?

Oh. I-I've got my ring caught.

Don't move.