All language subtitles for Doc.Martin.2004.S04E01.1080p.CRKL.WEB-DL.AAC.2.0.x264_track1_[eng]

- Marti.

I made two. I thought of you.
- Oh.

- Get down. Get down.
- What's that?

- It's a dog and it's with me.
- Why?

- Well, you remember
my neighbor, Sam?

- No.

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

Someone had to take care
of buddy so here we are.

What were you doing in there?

- Er... nothing.

Come on, call it, call it.
It's gone in there.

- It's just a dog, Martin.
Come on, buddy.

He's good company.

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

- I do not wish to have my home
and practice polluted

by microcontaminants.

- What has he got there?

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

It's clearly not his.
- All right, all right.

Come on, buddy.

I think we've outstayed
our welcome.

- Yes, I think you have.

And thank you for the pie.

- Enjoy.

- It's pitch dark,
you can't relax

'cause you know it's going to
start again,

you just don't know when.

- I had a sheep that snored.

- It's the silence
that kills you.

- Pauline, have you collected
my anti-microbial soap

from Mrs Tishell?

- No, I haven't.

I overslept.
I couldn't sleep, could I?

My brother's been kicked out
of the army.

- Who's my next patient?

- That'd be me, doc.
- For... get this...

Snoring too loud.
So what does he do?

He sleeps on our sofa and keeps
us awake all night with the...

- Where are his notes?

Come through.

- She didn't sleep very well,
doc.

I think there's something
suspicious going on

down here, doc.

This mole just appeared from
nowhere.

- Has it changed shape?
- Nope.

- It's not inflamed or raised.

Does it bleed or itch?
- Of course not.

But it just feels suspicious.

- No.
- Are you positive, doc?

- Yes.
Well.

Oh, doc, there just was one
other thing

that I wanted to discuss
with you.

I've got this feeling.
- Suspicious feeling?

- No, no. It's more like when
you're travelling by train.

- I see.

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

but you just can't settle

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

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

Then pull up your trousers
and go away.

No, doc, doc, doc,
just bear me out, right?

There's something wrong.
It's like a piece missing.

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

Except you know
what piece is missing.

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

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

- I know.

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

and close the door.

- Fine, we'll just let
her bleed to death then.

Save you the trip.
- What?

- There's an emergency
at the school.

- Would you like to know why?

- Would you?
- Would I what?

- This is why we don't run
in corridors.

- I want my pencil back.

- There could be brain damage.

- It hasn't gone into the brain.

- You can't see anything
from over here.

- It's my favourite pencil.

- Parents sue
for this sort of thing.

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

- I'm assessing.

Aw.

Don't move.
- Don't break it.

- Oh, all right.

Oh.
Ay.

- Will it need stitches?
- I don't think so.

Hold that.

Thank you.

- Ow!
- Miss. Miss.

- Erm...
Thank you.

- Here's your soap,
Dr ellingham.

I was reading a fascinating
article about pica.

That's when people
have a compulsion to eat

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

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

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

- Well, that's exactly what
I thought,

half-baked sensationalism.

- I'll be heading out now.

Pay the papers,
take the bottles for recycling.

Oh! I'll put the lottery on.
Well, you never know.

- This is Clive...

My husband.
- Oh.

I'd assumed he was dead.
- No, he is here.

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

- Safety officer, on the rigs.
Not for too much longer, though.

- This is doctor ellingham.

- Sal talks about you
all the time.

- Not all the time.

- Anything I should be
worried about?

- Clive. Clive.

- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Heavy machinery pounds away
24/7.

Destroys your ears.
Poor me, eh?

But very soon there'll
be sending me back home

to the wife on disability.

- Clive, could you...
- Sorry.

But I really...

I'm really looking forward
to coming back home to the wife.

- Lidocaine.

- One or two percent, doctor?

- Two.

- Thank you.
- Won't be long.

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

- Ah, how sweet.
- Don't kill that one too.

- Bugger off.
Go on. Go away.

Get! Go on. Get out!

Get off!

Go on then, get out.
Get out!

Get out!
- Buddy! Where was he?

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

- He ran all that way?

He must be really fond of you.

- It's a dog.
It eats, it smells.

- Some of my best friends
are dogs.

- You have my sympathy.

- This is an old friend of mine,
Barbara collingsworth.

This is Martin ellingham,
my nephew.

- Actually, quite good timing
that you're here.

I was going to make an
appointment to come and see you.

I've got this pain, see.

- Call my receptionist.
Get that creature out of my car.

- Come on, buddy.
Come on. Good boy!

Come on, buddy.

Now be a good boy.

- Let me take a run at him,
Joanie.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Communication, understanding.

That's all it is, really.

- Barbara is
a behavioural therapist.

- Fascinating. Goodbye.

Perhaps she could help
with your little problem.

Martin has a phobia of blood.

- Why don't you find
another complete stranger

and tell them all about
my childhood bed-wetting?

- Well, 12 is hardly childhood,
Martin.

- It might be worth a try.

I don't wanna bang
my own trumpet,

but I do get
quite speedy results.

Only yesterday I had
this bitch who proved

to be very stubborn,
but I soon sorted her out.

- You're a dog trainer?
- Dog psychologist.

It's all the same, really,

simply a matter
of rewiring the brain.

- Restrain that animal.

Or analyze its unhappy
childhood.

- I am taking you down, large

- I don't think so.

- Put your money
where your mouth is then.

I'm all in.

Almost a whole matchbox there.
Welcome to the big time.

- Why don't I sweeten the pot?

- Bloody hell. You'd give
me this restaurant? Result.

- Not the restaurant, Pauline.

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

you could move into the flat.

- Oh. Oh.

What have you got, then?

- Er, a pair of eights.

Oh, beats mine.
- Yeah?

- Yeah. Never mind, eh?

- Oh.
- Maybe some other time.

- What's in the bag, doc?

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

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

- Mr. Tishell!

Mr. Tishell!

- Ooh!

- Call an ambulance.

- What?
- Call an amb...

Oh, don't worry.

She's in shock.
Lucid but no apparent fractures.

Come on.

Now make sure
that's nice and snug.

- We've done this before,
Dr. Ellingham.

- Did she attempt to alert
you to the danger?

No warning.

Just came down the hill
and went flying.

Could have rung a bell at least.
Hit the ground. Splat.

Put, "splat!"
- do you mind?

- Agh! Agh! Agh!

- Ow!
- Oh, that looks painful.

- Ooh, nasty.

- Is that your medical opinion,
is it?

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

- That's gonna need stitches.
Are you gonna do 'em yourself?

- Yes.

No.

It's a simple, uninterrupted
suture, yes?

- Yes.

- Not too tight.

Don't want to cut off
the blood supply.

- Do you want to
finish this yourself?

- Doc?

I just wanted to thank you.
- I didn't do anything.

Have they tested your reflexes?
- I think so.

Slight percussion,
but everything's hunky dory.

- If you'd reacted faster,

that accident
could have been avoided.

You look flushed.
Are you hot?

- Yeah, a little.
My stomach's hurting again.

- Again?

- Well, like I said before,
I was gonna come and see you

'cause I'm... oh!
- Nurse!

- Nurse!

Woman here is suffering
acute abdominal pain.

- Who are you?
- I'm her GP.

Get me
a surgical specialist now.

Immediately now.

- What is it?
- I'm not sure.

That's why I need
to get you seen.

- Is that all right?

- Ellingham.

- Edith.

- Bad pasty?
- Something like that.

What are you doing in truro?

- Well, I was going
to examine my patient,

but let's have
a catch-up instead.

Nurse said your GP reported

you were experiencing
abdominal pain.

Where is he?
- I'm here.

- Right.

Does it hurt when you cough?

On a scale of one to ten,
how does it feel when I press?

- How long has she...

- 18 years.

- How long is it now? 16?

17 years?

- We've been married 18 years.

18!

- Don't seem that long, do it?

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

There you are.

All combs sorted
according to color.

- Good.

- Sal, how about we put up
the "back in five minutes" sign?

- Oh, Dr. Ellingham.

- You could have caused
a serious accident

yesterday afternoon.

- Like I told PC Penhale,
it wasn't my fault.

- You are irresponsible
and a danger to the public.

- You can't talk to me
like that!

- Have you had
your ears examined?

- No, there's no point.

- Then you need
to call my receptionist

and make an appointment before
you cause any more accidents.

- No!

- Yes!
- Please, Clive!

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

- I don't need help!

The very fact that we
are all shouting

surely proves that you do!

- I'm never going
to sleep again.

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

They should have kept him in
and used him

as a weapon of mass destruction.

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

- I'll see him next.

- Oh, so you're
chipping Miller, the crab man.

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

- I'm Dr. Montgomery.
I'm Pauline the receptionist.

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

Unbelievable.

- There really is no way
of knowing.

Perhaps weeks,
if she's one of the lucky ones.

- You hear about this,

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

- It's headlice, woman,
not leukemia.

Stop that.

All right. That'll do.
We're finished.

- Grace, come on.

- No, no, no. No!

Come on!
Pauline, control this child.

Who let that dog in here?
Where's my aunt?

- This woman thinks
she's gonna see you.

- I see you're busy so...
I won't take long.

It's nice.

Do they pay you in chickens?

- Mm.

Are you just passing?

- Collingsworth woman.

Abdominal pressure and pelvic
pain.

The picture showed
a mass in there.

She has a cyst.

It's been a while.

20 years.

- I see you still like
your practical footwear.

What were you doing in truro?

- One day a week common
obstetrics.

Gathering data.

I run a private
fertility clinic next door.

- Married?

Not long enough for there
to be any permanent damage.

You?
- No.

Isn't it customary to
write a letter outlining

your diagnosis rather
than reporting in person?

- Then I wouldn't have been able
to poke around

in your underwear drawer.

I heard whispers of a
surgeon with hemophobia.

- Did you?

- How are you finding
general practice?

- Busy.

- Right.

Have you lost your edge,
ellingham?

- Are you trying to diagnose me?
- I don't have to, do I?

- Catch of the day is sea bream.
The soup is leek and potato.

The vegetarian option is...

Also leek and potato.

It's a big day for leeks and
potatoes.

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

Here I am...

58 years of age,
working for my son.

- You just made me add in 58.

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

- You still own it.

- Ten percent is not much
to show for a lifetime.

You know what, boy?
I need more.

- Dad, we've had
this discussion, right.

We've got a contract.

Ten percent is what we agreed.
- No.

I need some
of that companionship.

That's what's missing.
Some closeness.

- Oh.

Well, Erm, you've always got me.

- More like what you've got
with Pauline,

if you know what I mean.
- Oh.

It's been so long I've forgotten
what a woman smells like.

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

Do you know any women, like,
for me?

- What? Your age?
- I know it's a long shot.

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

- Caitlin?
- Mm.

She's single. She's your age.

I mean, she even laughs
at your jokes.

There's not many of them
out there.

- Oh, I dunno.

I'm not sure she's my type.

- Martin.
- Chris.

- What happened there?
- Nothing.

So who's complained about me
now?

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

- Was it Mr. Turnbull
or Mrs. Felcher?

- Mr. Walton.
- Oh.

- He says you called him
a mentally deficient parasite.

- He is a mentally deficient
parasite.

- Fair enough.

The man complains
about every little thing.

Right.
I've spoken to you.

Complaint dealt with
at chief executive level.

Job done.

So how have you been?

- Consultations are up
five percent.

- How have you been?

- Erm, I suppose things
are all right.

Could be better.
- Yes?

- Well, since you ask...

I'm beginning to think

that perhaps my time here
is at an end.

- You mean you want to move
practices?

- No.

- I'm thinking of
going back into surgery.

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

- I'm working on it.

- Do you want me to see
what's out there?

- Yes.
Yes, I do.

- Oh, doc.
I'm glad I caught you.

And your shadow.

- You should be in hospital.

I have surgery tomorrow morning.

Feeling a bit under the
weather but otherwise okay.

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

Erm, Dr. Montgomery.

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

- Yes, she is.

- But she's not very
generous with information.

- I see.

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

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

- You had the MRI.

It showed a mass
in your abdomen.

You had the ct scan
that confirmed a cyst,

and now she's going to operate.

It's straightforward.

- Er, no. I don't think so.

- I don't think they did
all those things.

- Of course they did.
It's a standard procedure.

It's how other conditions
are ruled out.

- PC scan, they didn't do that.

- Yes, they did.

- Big machine
with the rotating thing?

I mean, I'd remember
something like that.

- There was no ct scan?

- Don't mean to be annoying.

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

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

- Right, it is, yeah.
Right.

- Do you have her number
with you?

- Yeah.
Yeah.

- Montgomery.

You didn't order a ct scan
on Barbara collingsworth?

- Correct.
- You should have.

- I think not.

- So how did you rule out
diverticulitis?

Women's intuition?

- Experience.

- It doesn't necessarily have
to be a cyst.

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

- It could be
a diverticular mass

which would be easily treatable
with antibiotics.

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

- Your diagnosis is premature.

- Stick to the sore throats
and the diarrhea.

Leave the surgery
to the grown-ups.

- Erm, it appears we assess
the situation differently.

Goodbye.

- If my brother doesn't leave
soon, I'm going to murder him.

I'll probably fall asleep
halfway through, though.

- Dad looks like he's having
a good time.

He had to phone her three times

before he plucked up the courage
to ask her.

- Ah, sweet.
- Mm.

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

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

Pauline.
- Mm. Yeah. Yeah.

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

I'm going home.

Bed.
The final frontier.

- It must be very exciting
owning a restaurant.

- Well, I only sort of own it.

I'm letting the boy
have a crack.

- Still, it's very flash.

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

- And they like what they see.

So do you want to move on?

- Sunsets are lovely this
time of year.

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

- I'm too tired for a walk.

Maybe more of a lie down.

- Well, of course,

if you're tired we could
always call it a night.

- I mean, a lie down together.

- Why don't we freshen
up our drinks first?

- What could be better?

You me and the sea.

We'll have an eternity of
time together, just you and me.

- I think you really
should see Dr. Ellingham.

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

- Yes, but...
- Sal, be happy.

Your husband's coming home.

Same again?
- Oh, just an orange juice.

- Sorry?
- Orange juice.

- Come again?

- Brandy!
I'll have a double Brandy!

- Aye.

- What the hell?

I could have killed you
with my bare hands.

I'm a deadly weapon.

- I can't take it any more!
- Buy some ear plugs!

- Move out!

- Mum said I can
stay as long as I wanted.

You move out.

- Next time
I'll finish the job for good.

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

- Shut the door when you leave.

- Sorry, doc.
- You're late.

- I know.

I overslept
because I couldn't sleep.

There's gotta be something
you can do

about his god awful snoring.

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

- Cancel my morning
appointments.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

- Morning.

I was thinking...

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

- No.
- But Dr. Ellingham said...

- you've been talked
through the procedure.

You've signed the consent, yes?
- Yeah, but...

- It's just last-minute nerves.

You'll be fine.

- Would you help me, please?
- No.

- Edith.
- Hello.

- The collingsworth woman,
lower abdominal pain,

elevated temperature,
complained of nausea.

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

without taking a proper look
and ruling out diverticulitis.

- Sorry, what were you saying?

- Which is treated
with antibiotics

rather than charging in

with an invasive and potentially
harmful procedure.

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

- How many years have
you been a specialist?

- 17, and I've seen this
presentation of symptoms

more times than I can count.

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

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

- I have to scrub up.

- Edith.

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

but you leave me no alternative.

I must insist that you
authorise a ct scan.

- She's my patient, ellingham.
You can't insist.

- All right, get in.
- What?

- The wheelchair, get in.
Come on.

- What?
What's happening?

- I believe you
may have been misdiagnosed.

- I'm taking you for a ct scan.

That's it. Feet up.

- Are you allowed to do that?
- Sh!

Out the way.

Out of the way!

Patient needs a ct scan,
lower abdomen.

- So do they.
- Get on the bed.

- Don't get on the bed.
- It's an emergency.

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

- Er, listen, mate,
there's a bloody queue,

and you belong
at the back of it.

- Fine. I'm sure
that Dr. Montgomery

will enjoy operating blind,

and when she nicks
this woman's bowel,

you can explain it
to her family's lawyers!

Get on the bed.

- It wasn't hard to find you,
ellingham.

I just followed the trail
of outraged people.

- Hello, Edith.

- You hijack my patient
and perform

an unauthorised procedure

in a hospital
where you have no privileges.

If you weren't already
an obscure GP

in the back end of nowhere,

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

- It's a diverticular mass.

- Right.
Good news, Mrs. Collingsworth.

No need for surgery.
- No apology?

- Well spotted.

- Bye now.

- Excuse me, shopkeeper.
Do you recommend these condoms?

- Clive, come here!

- Yes, miss.

- Sit down.

Oh. All right, then.

- Agh!
- It is probably just wax.

- Well, you're not gonna find
anything.

- Oh, hold still.

- Ow!
- Look.

Oh, shush, Clive.
- Agh!

- Stop struggling.

Just... Clive.

Shush, I am... look, will you...

Oh!

Oh.

Clive, you cannot tell
the doctor I did this.

Do you understand?

- What?

- Hm. At some point,
you perforated your septum.

Subsequent scar tissue's
formed a partial blockage

which is causing you to snore.

- Very loud.

- Shouldn't you be dozing
at your desk?

- Mm.
- Surgery is inappropriate.

You'll just have
to live with it.

- It's the rest of us
that suffer.

- Well, how do you get
a perforated septum?

- Any sharp object will do.

- Pauline stuck a lollipop stick
up my nose.

- You were five.

- You perforated his septum.
- Whatever.

He buried my little pony.

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

All my life I've wanted to serve
my nation, protect my country.

- Don't tell mum.
- I so am.

- Oh...
Thanks a bunch, doc.

- Er, yes, obviously
I'm the one at fault.

- Dr. Ellingham,
we've got a bleeder.

- Oh...
Oh.

I'm almost done.

- I told him not to go
probing around in there.

He had no idea
what he was doing.

Leave it to the doc, I said.

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

One leg.
Stand on one leg, please!

- How long do I have
to do this for?

- The balance test
will rule out...

- Let me give it another try.
- No. Just sit down.

- What?
- Sit down!

Your lack of balance coupled
with your hearing loss

could indicate any number of
serious inner ear conditions.

- It's the machines, I told you.

- But not noise-induced
deafness.

If it was the machines,

you'd be able
to stand on one leg.

- Yes, yes.
But I've always had weak ankles.

- I need confirmation,
but I suspect cholesteatoma.

- Yes, that's exactly what
I suspected.

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

Put that in your good ear.
- What?

- Put that in your good ear.

They'd have to perform
a mastoidectomy.

- What is that?

- It's a...
- It's a procedure, cl-

- it's an operation
to remove the infection

behind your eardrum,

which, left untreated,
may destroy the delicate bones

of your middle ear.

- You mean it can be cured?

- Yes, and your hearing
can be restored.

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

- Yes.

- Oh, what a shame!

I mean not having you
around all the time.

Oh, but it's all for the best.
- I suppose so, love.

Better be sure we make
enough time to catch up.

- So Clive will be gone soon,
back to his job far away.

And I'll be on my own again.

- Good.

- You okay, dad?

- It's a scary world
out there, son.

Very scary.

- What's happened?
- Caitlin.

She liked me.

- Oh, yeah?

- She wanted to get to know me.

I mean really know me,
follow my drift.

- Yeah.

That's Erm...
That's good, innit?

- Take a look at that.
- Yeah?

Well, that's filth, innit?
- That's Caitlin, that is.

- We buy our paper products
from that woman.

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

and then the calls started.

- The calls?
- Oh. Sailors would blush.

Dockers would cover their ears
in shame.

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

Don't get me wrong, I mean
the physical side is nice.

But it's only one slice
of the pie.

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

The whole pie.
Know what I mean?

- Yeah.
Yeah.

So, did you, Erm, send a reply?

- Get out of it!
Go on! Get.

- Yeah, just a minute.
Chris is on the phone!

- Chris who?
- Parsons!

- Right.
- Yeah.

I'll just put you through.

- Are you done for the day?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'd say so. Yeah.

- Right, I see.
Well, that sounds promising.

When would they want me
to start?

Yes. Well, tell them
I'm interested.

Definitely interested.

- So I figured I'd give
you another chance.

- Another chance?
- To let me move in.

Seeing as you're rubbish
at poker,

I thought scissors, paper,
stone, best of three.

You win, I move in.
- Well, no, Pauline.

I don't want to pressure you
or nothing.

- Three, two.
Okay, I'll, Erm...

I'll give you a big clue.

I'm going to go for stone
this time.

- Stone?
- Yeah, stone.

Just a little heads up.

Three, two...
What did you do that for?

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

I'm trying to help you,
you idiot.

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

- look, I've been demoted
to the sofa

'cause I got Adam kicked
out the army.

His snoring is getting worse,

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

I've got my pride.

- So the only way you'll move in

is if I win you in a game
like a goldfish or...

- Exactly.

- You could just ask nicely.

- I am stone, got it?
Stone.

Three, two.

Again.
Three, two...

No, I...
- Three, two...

Three, two.

Oh, god.
Just give me the bloody keys.

- You're dead predictable,
you are.

Dead predictable.

- I accept your apology.

- Thank you.

- What you did
was deeply patronizing

and violated protocol.

I'd expect nothing less.

- You haven't changed,
ellingham.

- Neither have you.

Have a seat.

- Thank you.

How's the hand?
- I haven't looked.

- What happened?
- Some utter moron.

- Another one.

Let me.

I always thought
you'd end up somewhere else.

- You assume this is
some sort of purgatory.

In march, the local farmers
have a competition

to see who most resembles
their pig

and for the last two years,

they have petitioned me
to be the judge.

- Mm.
- It's considered an honour.

- Well, that explains
why you stay here then.

- Mm.

- A bit of inflammation,
but no infection.

- As a matter of fact,
Chris Parsons has contacted me

about a post at imperial.

Head of vascular.

- Oh, right.

What about your problem?
- I'm dealing with it.

- But even this is making you
queasy.

- No, it isn't.

- Right.

Antiseptic.

- Louisa.

- Hello, Martin.

- How are you?

You're pregnant.

- Yes, I am.