All language subtitles for Doc.Martin.2004.S04E04.1080p.CRKL.WEB-DL.AAC.2.0.x264_track1_[eng]

-Hey!

Idiot!

Oh!

-You took your time.

-I didn't.

-She seems fine, but
I don't know.

Does she seem pale to you?

-No.

She just seems very stupid.

-Oh, Martin.

-What did you think
you were doing?

-And good morning to you.

-Shifting furniture.

-You brought me a sofa.

I went back for a chair.

Then I felt a little bit faint.

That's all.

-Really I wonder why.

Could it be because you're
seven months pregnant?

Have you passed out before?

-I didn't pass out.

-Were you breathless?

-When?

-Before you fainted?

-Well, I didn't faint.

-She needed to sit down.

But dizzy, she said.

-This is beginning to sound
less and less like an

emergency.

-Well, I did ask Joan
not to bother you.

-It really is no bother.

-Actually, it's extremely
inconvenient.

Especially since your blood
pressure is normal, unlike

your attitude to pregnancy.

-Sorry?

-Sometime you're going to have
to accept the fact that you

can't behave like
a normal person.

You're going to have a baby.

-Oh, which makes me admirable.

-Yes.

Oh!

Get gone!

Get!

-Is that smell coming
from your dog?

-No, it is not.

-The toilet's blocked, and
there's something strange

behind the fridge.

And in the fridge.

-All right.

If you want my advice,
you should take this

as a wake up call.

-Ok, Martin.

-Your body is trying to tell
you to lie down, rest, stop

working.

-No, I don't want to
stop teaching.

-How many days a week
are you working?

-Five.

-Make it three.

-I can't.

I'm the acting head teacher.

As a matter of fact, I've just
applied to be the permanent

head teacher.

-Are you every bit as
mad as the last one?

-What's that supposed to mean?

-As I keep saying, Louisa, you
are about to have a baby.

-Yes.

And the summer holiday's before
the new term begins.

-Yes.

And you'll still have that baby
right through to the end

of the academic year.

You will care for that
child for next 18

years of your life.

Longer if it's handicap.

How on earth do you think you
can cope with a full-time job

and be a full-time mother?

-I'll get some help.

-Not from me.

-Martin!

-Well, I'm only repeating what
she's made abundantly clear

from the outset.

She doesn't want me involved.

-No, I don't.

And I'm perfectly capable of
doing what loads of other

women do every day.

I can work and be a mum.

-Oh, look what your dog's doing.

This place is a minefield
of bacteria.

Next thing you know, you'll
be having a miscarriage.

-I think you'd better leave now
before you say something

you'll really...

Go on, go on!

Just go, Martin.

-Hello, doctor.

I was just bringing
some papers for

miss Glasson to sign.

I didn't realize she was ill.

-She's not.

She's resting.

-Actually, I was hoping
to see you.

-Make an appointment.

-Aw, what?

-Here, boy?

Grab my kidneys.

-Eh?

-I've just been to
the butcher's.

-Em, could you lend me a
couple hundred pounds?

-Huh!

I'd need a good reason to find
money like that, boy.

-Well, have you actually
got that kind of money?

-When you say got, do you mean
have in my possession right

now?

-Yes.

-Then, no.

No, because I've been
to the butcher's.

-But I thought the meat was
delivered this morning?

-Oh, I gets hungry 'round
about tea time.

I could send you a chop.

Ow!

-He was called to an emergency.

-You said 9 o'clock.

-Well, that's the thing
about emergencies.

You don't know about
them in advance.

If you did, they'd be
called appointments.

Martin:
Next appointment?

-Is that the doctor?

-Obviously.

-There's nothing obvious
about it.

We've never met the man before.

We didn't meet the last
doctor either.

We haven't seen anyone medical
since... well, not for ages.

Martin: Pauline?

-You can go in now.

Pauline:
MacKenzie.

Weren't expecting to
see you today.

-Take a seat.

Oh, not you, obviously.

Um, would you like to take
a seat, miss um...

-Mclynn.

I prefer to stand.

-Right.

Is this Mr. Mclynn?

-Of course it is.

-And which one of you's
the patient?

-Neither of us is ill, if that's
what you're implying.

My husband wants you
to be his GP.

I, on the other hand, do not.

-All right.

You want to register
at the practice?

-Uh, yes.

Well...

-we need a blue badge
for our car.

-Oh, yes.

I'm disabled, you see?

-Yes, the wheelchair was a clue.

-I'm paralyzed from
the waist down.

-So we need the badge to park
the car near the shops.

-If you would agree to be our
GP, we could apply to the

country council.

-I'm aware of the procedure.

Tell me about your legs.

-They don't work.

What more do you want?

-And when did they stop working?

-Oh, just a few weeks ago.

-Really?

What happened?

-I...

I fell over.

-He fell downstairs.

Cracked two vertebrae.

The doctor at the hospital says
he'll never walk again.

It's very sad.

-Do you have any sensation
whatsoever in

either of your legs?

-What are you going to
do with that thing?

-I'd just like you to shut
your eyes for me, please.

-No, no, no.

I've got a very bad aversion
to needles.

-It's not a needle, it's
a neurological pin.

-It's sharp and it's shiny.

It's quite close enough.

-I just want you to tell if you
think I'm using this end

or the blunt part when I
press it against you.

-What the hell have you done?

-I didn't do anything.

He moved his hand.

-Ugh!

Don't make a fuss.

-Everything Ok in here?

-He stuck a needle in my hand.

-It's a neurological pin, and I
need to be sure that you're

telling the truth
about your legs.

Now give me my pin back.

-Don't you touch me!

Maureen, we're leaving.

-Oh, dear.

-Pauline.

-Did it hurt?

-If you really are paralyzed,
I don't see why you'd object

to a simple test.

I have to be certain of all
the facts before I put

my name on a form.

-I don't want your name on any
form of ours, you sadist.

-Yes.

Look what he's done.

He stuck a needle in my hand.

-It was an accident.

-Oh, come on.

-Can I have a quick word,
Dr.Ellingham?

-Yes, Mr. MacKenzie.

Good.

Come through.

-You know about the school

governance meeting on Thursday?

-Is it in my diary?

-Well, I gave Pauline
all the details.

-Well, then it probably
isn't in my diary.

-Thing is, I know you'd normally
make some feeble

excuse why you can't be there.

-I have better things to
do with my evening.

-We need a quorum.

Five governors minimum.

And seeing how this'll be an
interview panel for the new

head teacher, I'd like it very
much indeed if you could

possibly turn up.

-Would you?

Louisa Glasson applied
for that job.

-Oh, yeah.

Along with two others.

Miss Glasson's previous
experience will obviously

count in her favor.

But if she's going to be
successful, she'll need a

panel that's right behind her.

-And you think I'd be
right behind her?

-Well, I'd assume she'd
get your vote.

-That's a stupid assumption.

My vote will go to somebody
who isn't pregnant.

-You really can't say
things like that.

-I just did.

-It's illegal.

-What, to tell you my
voting intention?

-To deny someone a job just
because they're expecting.

Miss Glasson could sue the
board of governors.

-I'll take that risk.

And I'll be at that meeting
on Thursday.

-No, you won't.

It's nearly a week
now since Graham

Margrieves lost his mother.

I'll ask him instead.

-I think I'm going to be sick.

-Got morning sickness?

-Can you smell it?

-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, of course I can.

That's why I didn't do your
plumbing anymore.

-They said they'd fix it for
$350, but I thought, no,

that's a bit steep.

-Well, not if he's going
to do the other stuff.

I mean, you said the
boiler was broken?

-Mm-Hm.

And the washing machine.

Bathtubs are dripping.

The gutter's full of leaves
and dead birds.

But even so, 350 pounds?

-I'll tell you what...

-do you know someone who'll
do it for cheaper?

-Yeah.

Me.

-What about the restaurant?

-For 200 quid cash, I'll
do it all by Friday.

-Deal.

-Mm.

-What's the matter with you?

-It's my hay fever.

Been awful this year.

-Much worse than usual?

-Yes.

I've tried everything Mrs.
Tishell has, all the

antihistamines.

Is there anything stronger?

-There are nasal steroid
sprays, but I'd have to

examine you before prescribing
one of those.

-Examine me?

Why?

-In case it's not hay fever.

I notice you have a
rash on your neck.

Is it anywhere else?

-No, no.

It's just prickly heat.

It's nothing.

-I'll be the judge of that.

-There's really no need.

Thank you.

Oh, goodness me.

Just look at the time.

I have to be getting
back to school.

I was uh...

I'm sorry if i... oh.

-Next patient.

-Hello?

Mrs. Rudd?

I was going to pop in this
afternoon to pick up that

check you owe me.

Is that convenient?

-No, not really.

I'll put it in the post
for you tomorrow.

-No, no.

Wait a minute!

-Oh, my god.

Receiving 595.

Stay where you are.

I've got an rtc trabertha
road, portwenn.

Looks like person's injured.

Don't think anyone's fatal
as yet, but I'll come

back to you on that.

Could you contact
the local medic?

Tell him he's needed asap.

Over.

Male speaker:
Why don't you

give him a ring yourself?

Over.

-Yes, that's all received.

Out.

Don't move.

-Portwenn surgery.

Yes, PC Penhale, I'll
receive him.

PC Penhale.

Martin: Mm.

-Shh.

Yeah.

Well, when you say victims, how
many people are we talking

about, and what kind
of injuries?

Well, when you say unconfirmed,
is that because

you don't know yet?

Mrs. Norton?

Your aunt's been in a car crash.

-We need a formal witness
statement, so don't leave the

country, Ok?

-And are you all right
my beloved buddy.

How are you darling?

Are you all right?

-If I could just interrupt your
conversation with your

dog for one moment, I'm
a little confused.

There's a witness says Mrs.
Mclynn drove into your truck

while you were stationary.

-Yeah, well, I've just been
speaking to Mrs. Mclynn.

-You really mustn't compare
notes with a possible suspect

until I've established
the facts.

-Well, she agrees that
I backed into her.

You backed into her?

-What's so hard about that?

-I was trying to turn around
because of the hold up.

It's entirely my fault.

I will pay for the damage.

-So you don't want to press
charges against Mrs. Mclynn?

-Why?

I have not done anything wrong.

-Even so, under the road traffic
act of 1988, you have

to exchange details.

Name, address...

-i know who she is.

-And I know were she lives.

-I suppose if you're happy, we
can put this on a back burner.

But I have to warn you...

-Hey, are you sure
you're not hurt?

-No, I'm fine.

-In that case, I'll cancel my
request for medical backup.

Whoops.

Too late.

-I was just trying
to call you, doc.

Seems Mrs. Norton...

-what happened?

-Just a tiny, tiny bump.

That's all.

-Pauline said you're injured.

-Well, I'm not.

-You're sure?

-Well, my bones may be brittle,
but I am intact.

I'm a bit worried about buddy.

I think he might have
cracked a rib.

Are you suggesting I should
examine your dog?

-Well, could you just run
a hand over his midriff?

-Yes, I could if I was a vet.

But I'm not.

A complete waste of my time.

-Paul, what's wrong?

-We're supposed to be
going out tonight.

-Tonight?

-You haven't forgotten?

-No.

No, no, no.

It's just that I'm, ah, just
stuck here on the moor.

On bodman.

I've just broken down.

-Oh, so we're not going out?

Well, that depends if anyone
stops to help me, doesn't it?

-Cup of tea?

-Who's that?

-Just some old biddy asking
if I want some tea.

-There's an old woman
on bodman offering

you a cup of tea?

-She's got a thermos.

-Well, has she got a car?

Can she give you a lift?

-Nope.

No, no.

She's a Walker.

She's a rambler.

She's got a big rucksack
and a stick.

But I'll ring you when I'm
on my way, so bye.

-Well...

Hmm.

PC Penhale: Mauren
Jennifer Mclynn.

Has no previous convictions.

She's not wanted by the police.

Date of birth makes her 68 on
the 3rd of next month, so

there's still two years before
she needs to apply to the dbna

for a new driving license.

But don't worry, doc.

I won't let his go.

-You realize it's a road traffic
accident, don't you,

and not actually murder?

-Well, yes.

But...

-Oh, doc.

Oh, oh, I didn't know
you were coming.

You should've warned me.

I could've got myself ready and
made myself presentable.

-Just come to collect
my suppositories.

-Of course.

Absolutely.

I think they're just
arrived, I think.

Oh, I'm sorry about the mess.

Oh, it was all clean
and tidy until the

Mclynns paid me a visit.

And that Mr. Mclynn, he knocked
over my nappy Davis

plate.

-On purpose?

-Well, no.

I don't think so.

-How long has he been
in a wheelchair?

-Oh, wow.

Ever since he came to Portween.

I think six or seven years.

He used to have a nice little
electric model.

Um, oh, he never would've broken
anything with that.

And then a couple of months
ago, he told me that had

broken down.

And so he's now downgraded
to a manual version.

-Interesting.

-Bye, doc.

-Ah, doctor.

I was hoping to bump into you...

-if you're ill, make
an appointment.

-No, I'm not ill.

-I'm just here to confirm what
I heard from Stu MacKenzie

about you and miss Glasson.

-What's he been saying about
me and miss Glasson?

-That you don't think she should
be our head teacher

again.

-That's right.

That's true.

-But she's the best we ever had.

-Well, I'm sure she
was very good.

But she didn't have a baby
back then, did she?

-Why would having a baby
affect her performance?

-Because very few women have
the mental and physical

capacity to work full-time and
bring up a small child.

And with the best will in the
world, miss Glasson is not one

of those women.

-Come on, Brian James.

This way.

-Any world from imperial?

-What?

-About the job?

-Seeing Robert in a
couple of weeks.

-Give him my love.

When?

-I thought you wanted
me to read this

and give you my thoughts.

I can't think and arrange my
diary at the same time.

-Won't say another word.

-Thank you.

-Really?

I don't know, perhaps
you're right.

-I am.

-What are you doing?

-You don't need any of this.

You're putting hsg at the top,
mentioned again in the middle,

and then at the end, it starts
to feel repetitive.

-Tell the reader what you're
going to tell them, tell them,

then tell them what
you've told them.

-The readers of the British
journal of obstetrics and

gynecology aren't stupid.

They know what they're being
told without being warned of

it in advance and reminded
of it at the end.

This whole page needs
tightening.

You've become verbose.

-You want me concise?

-Yes.

-I can be concise.

I can be pithy, taut,
succinct, laconic,

breviloquent.

-When does this need
to be finished?

-I told the editor I'd
email it tonight.

-Oh.

Better get a move on then.

-No, no.

I've got my laptop with me.

We can take our time and keep
polishing 'til we're finished.

I've missed this.

-It's bad enough that you
belittle me in front of my

colleagues and pupils.

But now, I hear you're telling
all the governors not to vote

for me.

-Not all of them.

-I'm pregnant, Martin.

I'm not ill.

I'm not the second class
citizen you seem to

think that I am.

Do you think I can't cope
with having a baby?

You know, your attitude towards
me, towards women

actually, is... is particularly
pompous and chauvinistic,

which is exactly why I never,
ever thought that you and I

could be together.

Good evening.

You've got company.

-Obviously.

-If you could possibly save the
squabbling until I'm out

of earshot, I'll be
ever so grateful.

-Wait a moment.

-We'll speak in the morning.

-No, we'll speak now.

Miss Glasson isn't staying.

-Oh, yes I am.

-Of course you are.

So I'll take this with me and
try and imagine the fun I'm

missing here.

Thank you for all your
suggestions, Ellingham.

Try not to get too
excited Louisa.

It's not good for the baby.

-Now that you've succeeded
in ruining my evening.

Is there anything else you'd
like to say to me?

-How I decide to lead
my life is up to me.

What I don't need from you, what
I will never need from

you, is... I can't help.

-Why are you crying?

I'm not crying.

Good evening.

Mr. Mclynn: Yes,
but they'll find out

They come 'round here
all the time.

-I know that.

-You'll have wait,
because I can't.

Oh, it's you.

Dr. Ellingham.

-You've been paralyzed for
at least seven years.

-What?

-I have it on good authority
that you were unable to walk

when you first moved to this
village seven years ago.

-So?

-I don't like being lied to.

How do you think it makes me
look if I sign a form for

someone who's clearly trying to
defraud the county council?

-I'm not.

I...

I wouldn't...

-you told me you'd only recently
lost the use of your

legs.

-Well, I thought there was
some rule about having to

apply for a blue badge
straight away.

You know, like the statute
of limitations?

-Nonsense.

What's happened to your face?

-Nothing's happened.

I'm fine.

-Are you pathologically
incapable

of telling the truth?

-Maybe he doesn't trust
someone who

stabbed him with a needle.

-It wasn't a needle.

-I want to do our shopping.

-Are you going to tell
me why you lied?

-No.

Come along, Maureen.

Ah!

Ah.

Female speaker:
Spend the night

with Louisa, did you?

Female speaker:
You got her pregnant.

-Oh, god, I'm late.

-Should have got al to wake you.

-He did.

Then I feel asleep again.

-Why's he up so early?

-He's going to podstire.

To look at that freezer.

Your mate just got his new
freezer he's letting me have

half price.

Do you have any idea what
I'm talking about?

-None whatsoever.

No.

-I keep hearing things.

-What sort of things?

-Sometimes, it's like, a
high pitch whistling.

Sometimes it's more like a bell.

-And now, it sounds
like a telephone.

-That's because it
is a telephone.

-You can hear it too?

-Yes, I can.

But I shouldn't be able to,
because my stupid receptionist

should have switched it
through to her desk.

-Al, it's me again.

Where are you?

Can you give me a ring?

Love you.

-Pauline?

-What's this one about
two weeks on Tuesday?

-What?

-You put a line through it.

-Yes.

-And n/a.

Is that supposed to
mean something?

-That means I won't
be here that day.

Reschedule those appointments
and don't make anymore.

-Where will you be?

-Somewhere else.

-Doing what exactly?

-Mind your own business.

And when I'm with a patient, you

answer the surgery telephone.

And don't make personal calls.

And tidy those magazines up.

-Stick a broom on my backside,
I could sweep

the floor as well.

-Yes, you could.

-Mm.

-Allie.

You look awful.

Are you Ok?

If you want to go home...

-i feel dreadful.

My hay fever is worse than ever.

-Have you been to see
Dr. Ellingham?

-Well, I did try.

But he was, you know.

-Yeah.

He can be a bit, you know.

But you might be infectious.

Don't you think you should stay
away from the school?

-Maybe I should go back
to the doctor.

-Yeah, I think you should.

Mr. MacKenzie, hello.

-Miss Glasson, can
we have a word?

-Yes.

Yeah, please.

-I hope this isn't a bad time.

-Is it bad news?

-Why don't we talk about that?

-Firstly, let me say you did an
excellent interview, and we

were all most impressed.

The two other candidates were
also good, and it's been a

very difficult decision
we've had to make.

-I think I can guess
what's coming.

Really?

-Well, you don't look too happy,
so you're obviously all

here to tell me I didn't
get the job.

-Oh, don't worry about Graham.

His mother just died.

-You're the new head, Louisa.

-Really?

-Well, that's fantastic news.

-Yeah, one in the eye for
doctor know-it-all.

-Sorry?

-Oh, doc Martin said we
shouldn't appoint you.

-Stu.

-But we have.

-Well, I hope that's
not the only reason

that I got the job.

-Oh, no.

Of course not.

You were definitely the
best candidate.

Wasn't she?

-Huh?

Yeah, absolutely.

But if it annoys the pompous
bugger, so much the better.

-Oh, he dropped his food.

Should I take him to the vet?

-You haven't fixed your
brake lights.

-Does it really matter?

-Yes.

You can't drive around
like that.

It's against the law.

You need to book into a garage.

-Well, if you're so concerned
about the condition of my

truck, why don't you buy
the brake lights

and fix them yourself?

-All right.

I will if you want.

Won't your insurance cover it?

-Well, what's this I hear about
you not wanting Louisa

to be head teacher again?

-Why are you being evasive?

-I may have let my car insurance

lapse, just a little.

-What do you mean just a little?

You're either insured
or you're not.

-Well, I'm not.

I couldn't afford to renew
the policy, so I didn't.

-You've been driving around
without insurance?

-Have you any idea of the
trouble you'd be in if they

caught you?

-Well, of course I have.

That's why I lied to Penhale
about the crash.

-You lied to him?

-Well, I thought it best to get
away before he asked too

many questions.

Mrs. Mclynn drove into me, but
only my truck was damaged.

Would you rather I told the
truth and was arrested?

-You wouldn't have
been arrested.

Get a few points on your license
and a hefty fine.

That's all.

-I can't afford to pay a fine,
hefty or otherwise, for the

same reason that I
can't afford to

renew my car insurance.

-Are you telling me that you
don't have any money?

-Not at the moment.

But in a little while if I ask
them nicely, the bank might

give me some more.

Is he limping?

-You mean you've already
taken out of there?

-Quite a few actually.

-Well, why didn't
you come to me?

-No, Martin.

I can't take another
penny from you.

You've done enough.

I've got to cope with
this on my own.

-Right.

Well, Mrs. Mclynn is at fault.

Mrs. Mclynn must pay.

Thank you for the chicken.

-Hello?

Ah, hello.

-What do you want?

What are you doing here?

Maureen!

-Ah, good.

You're wife's here, is she?

She needs to pay for
the damage she did

to my aunt's truck.

-Your aunt?

-Joan Norton.

-Well, she drove into us.

-No, she didn't.

-Neville?

Did you call me?

-Yes.

Dr. Ellingham's here.

I think he wants some money.

-You smashed the brake lights
on my aunt's truck, and I

think you should pay
for some new ones.

-I didn't know what to say.

-Has Mrs. Norton told the police
what really happened?

-No.

And she's not going to?

-I very much doubt it.

-In that case, if you send the
bill, I'll send a check.

Fair enough?

-Uh, yes.

-And you can see yourself
out, please.

-Thank you.

-Oh, for god's sake.

Female speaker:
I'm not that.

-Don't you care about al?

-No.

-Of course not.

-Oh, he's a proper lover boy.

-Her boyfriend's sleeping
around.

-What was that about al?

-You don't know about
him and Louisa?

-We saw them.

-Together.

-Ouch, that was harsh.

Female speaker:
She must know.

Female speaker:
She's got to know.

Everyone knows.

Female speaker:
Al's pretty fit though.

-Pauline, I was wondering
if I could see

the doctor this morning?

Oh, I really don't
feel very well.

Could you check to see
if he's got any time?

-Yeah.

Check to see if he's
got any time.

-Next patient.

-Um, Sally Chadwick.

Already here.

-Come through.

-I'm sorry I had to leave
the other day.

-Mm.

-I feel 10 times worse now.

-Take a seat.

In what way worse exactly?

-My nose won't stop running.

I've got a sore throat.

I feel shivery.

-39.

-That's not good.

-That's not hay fever.

-Lie on the couch and
loosen your blouse.

-What are you doing to do?

-I'm going to examine you, just
as I would have done the

other day if you'd stayed for
more than 30 seconds.

-I went to Spain for half-term
Ibiza, actually.

It was lovely.

Very warm.

Very barmy.

-You have a tattoo.

-I don't know what
I was thinking.

It's a tiger.

We all want things we probably
shouldn't, don't we?

-No.

Your skin is abraded.

Have you tried to remove it?

I hate it.

I can't believe I did it.

I read about salt crystals
on the Internet.

I couldn't afford laser
of treatment.

-So you thought you'd try and
rub your skin off, regardless

of the danger to your health?

You risked hepatitis and HIV
by allowing your skin to be

pierced with needles.

You then perform an unhygienic
procedure on yourself, which

leads to an infection.

Well done.

Just the kind of self-inflicted
injury

we GPS thrive on.

-Can you help me?

-I'm prescribing you
antibiotics.

-What about the tiger?

What if someone sees it?

-When you're feeling better,
we'll compete the

dermabrasion.

Under sterile conditions.

-Thank you.

Miss Glasson was worried
I might be infectious.

-Well, you're not.

She got the job, by the way.

Permanent head teacher.

She got it.

-Oh god.

Next patient.

-They saw him there in Louisa's
bedroom kissing.

-Oh, they're winding
you up, girl.

You know what those
girls are like.

-Yeah, they were itty little...

-which is why you should
never believe a word of

what they're saying.

-Well, normally I wouldn't.

But then I thought, why would
al start making up stories

about bodman and

Whatever if he weren't doing
something he shouldn't.

-Now you listen to me.

I'm going to see Louisa
right away.

I'm going to ask her if there's
anything going on.

And she's going to tell me the
truth because that girl

respects me.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Don't be so bloody stupid.

Me and al kissing?

-That's the rumor going
around the village.

-Well, I hope you're putting
a stop to that rumor.

-I will do when I'm sure
there's no truth in it.

-Well, of course there's
no truth in it.

Why would I be kissing your son?

-Well, he's a good looking boy.

He's quite a catch.

Impact especially if you're
looking for a husband.

-Well, I'm not.

-Well, you'll be wanting someone
to help with the baby,

won't you?

-No.

And even if I was, al would
be the last person

that I turned to.

Well, second to last.

-Is it true?

-Is what true?

-What, that you were kissing al?

-That you've been made
head teacher?

-That's right.

This is when you say
congratulations.

-No it isn't.

This is when I say I
think you're mad.

-Well, congratulations.

-Go away.

-Oh, good heavens.

-Dr. Ellingham.

-Oh.

Yes, Dr. Ellingham.

What do you want?

-I've, uh, brought that
application for a blue badge

from the country counsel.

I filled in the GP section.

Just get your husband to put his
details there and there.

-Oh.

And I'm sure we can sort
it out for ourselves.

Thank you very much.

-Eh, I don't really think
you should be

driving, Mrs. Mclynn.

-Leave me alone.

-Why don't you pull over
here and stop.

-No.

-I think we both know what's
wrong with you.

-Hey, stop!

-You're blind!

-Are you hurt?

I think I'll live.

-Right.

-That form I gave you was an
application for car insurance

for my aunt.

If you were able to see
properly, you would have

noticed the words "application
for car insurance"

written across it.

-You knocked me over.

-It's because she's blind.

-What?

-Well, that's all right.

I mean, I tell her which way to
turn, when to accelerate,

when to stop.

-I can see around the edges.

-You have peripheral vision?

-Yes.

I'm not completely blind.

-Oh, well, that's all fine then.

-No, it's not.

I'm pretty sure it's illegal.

-Of course it's illegal.

I want you to come to my surgery
at 6:00 pm tonight.

-Who me?

-No, not you.

You.

-Me and you, kissing?

-Your dad seemed to think I'd
be desperate for a bloke.

-Eh.

He didn't tell Pauline, did he?

-No.

-She told him.

-Oh.

-Now, how much have I got there?

-194 pounds 50.

-All right.

-Tell you what.

You can give me the
rest tomorrow, eh?

-Gosh.

Thanks.

-The thing is, I didn't tell
Pauline I was working for you,

so she might think it's
all a bit suspicious.

-Do you want me to explain
what you've been up to?

I'm sure she'll believe me.

-Oh, no, no.

I can um...

I can sort this on my own.

Probably.

-While I'm here, can I book a
table for Saturday night?

-Yeah, sure.

-Just to celebrate me getting
my old job back.

So I've asked all the staff.

-So that's a table for how many?

-Uh, oh, I'll need to
ask miss Chadwick.

Um.

Great.

No battery.

-You can use our phone
if you want.

-Thanks.

Is it just...

-here.

It's just, um, just
down on the left.

-Am I interrupting something?

-Heh?

You and Louisa?

-Now Pauline, don't worry.

I know there's been rumors.

-You were kissing each other.

-No, no, no.

That did not happen.

-You were seen with Louisa
in Louisa's house.

-Well, yes.

I suppose it is possible that
someone did see me in...

-do you realize she's pregnant?

-Well, yeah, because her belly
kind of gives it away.

-Is that you it was?

-What?

-Oh, god.

Did you make her pregnant?

-You're just being silly
now, Pauline.

-How could you fancy
someone so obese.

Do you ever think
about fat girls?

Do you dream about fat girls?

-No.

I could never fancy a fat girl,
and you can't get much

fatter than Louisa.

Ah, Louisa?

-I see what you've done.

-Louisa?

-Seven years ago when my husband
was driving, a girl

fell off her motor
bike up ahead.

We didn't see it 'til we
came 'round the corner,

and then the crash.

-Stop talking.

Look straight ahead.

-They wanted to cut my legs off.

Doctors kept on and
on about risk of

infection and gangrene.

That I'd never walk again.

-We don't like doctors.

-Is that why you didn't come
see and me about your eyes?

-Didn't want you to do
something unpleasant.

-Not like prevent you
from going blind.

When did you start to
lose your sight?

-Four, five months ago.

I didn't feel safe walking
around anymore.

-Yes.

I stopped using the electric
wheelchair, and then Maureen

just held onto my handles.

-Handles.

I couldn't help pushing him
into the occasional door,

hence his cuts and bruises.

-What I still don't understand
is why you lied to me about

how long you'd been disabled.

-Well, we thought you'd be
suspicious if we said that

we'd managed without a blue
badge for seven years.

But Maureen does need one now,
because she's got to park on

the yellow lines where there
are no other cars, you see?

-Right.

You're suffering from
age-related macular

degeneration.

You're lucky that we've
caught in time.

There's a good chance I can
restore most of your vision.

-It won't be painful?

I mean, you won't do
anything horrible?

-Of course not.

I'll treat you with
vegf inhibitors.

-Oh.

Are those pills?

-Injections.

-Into her arm.

-Into her eyeball.

-You're going to...

-insert needles into her
eyeballs and inject the

inhibitors directly into the
base of each retina.

Hold them.

-The bjog got my email
last night.

And the editor was on the phone
this morning saying he'd

sent it to the RCOG.

They want me to be keynote
speaker at their agm.

Is that so surprising?

-I'm just wondering why you're
opening a bottle of champagne

when neither of us drinks.

-It's a fizzy elderflower
cordial.

-Oh.

The venue for this

Not far.

Some hotel in Exeter.

You might want to come
with me, Ellingham.

Moral support.

Think about it.

Cheers.

-Mm.

I've got you something.

It's a little out of date, but
I think it should do the job.

Open it up.

If ever you need reassurance
you can cope,

just give it a squeeze.

You did say you were
fine now, yes?

-Ellingham?

Oh.

Ellingham?

Ellingham?

-Eh.

-You passed out.

-Obviously.

-You're going to have to fix
this once and for all.

Otherwise, you can forget
about London.

-I didn't tell you I was working
for Louisa, because

then you would've asked me
why I needed the money.

-Why did you need the money?

-For this.

-Ah, it's a scooter.

-Yup.

-Ah!

-Ah.

It's French.

-Just in case you ever feel
trapped by me and dad, you can

always escape.

-Let me take you somewhere
right now.

-Where?

-To apologize to Louisa.

You said she was fat.

-No, you said she fat.

-No.

I said she was obese.

-Oh.

Obese.

-Al wants to say sorry.

-What?

-Al wants to apologize.

-Al wants to apologize.

-You're not fat.

-I am.

-Yeah, but it's only because
you're, eh, pregnant.

-Al's not the father, is he?

-This is the name of an
excellent therapist.

-You don't want it?

-No.

-Yes.