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Audio recording: Prepare
to begin the operation.

Remember to keep breathing
in and out.

As you cut in with the scalpel,
blood Wells up.

Do not look away from this.

It is only blood.

It's never harmed you.

It can't harm you.

You are in control.

Breathe in and out,
always in control.

In and out.

-Bye.

Pauline: The doctor
will see you now.

-What?

-She's from truro.

This is Dr. Ellingham.

Don't forget we're due at the
school in 15 minutes.

-Molly O'Brien, truro
obstetrics.

Is this a good time?

-What for?

-Patients with newborns
and birthing within

the next six weeks.

I am the new area midwife.

-You use a snare?

-Sometimes.

-Oh, yeah.

Slip wire.

-Oh, you know an awful lot
about an awful lot, Bert

large.

-Oh, I've been around.

-I bet you have.

-What do you think, boy?

Touch of class on the menu?

-Stealing's all right, I suppose
as long as you don't

get caught.

-Poaching's not stealing.

-Doesn't matter.

-What's your problem?

-She's only been here a week.

-Yes.

-Why does she come
over all flirty?

-Flirty?

-Yeah.

Always sucking up to you
and acting like a girl.

Perhaps she likes me.

-Dad, she's married, with kids.

-Ow!

-You Ok?

-Oh, it's all right.

Knife slipped.

-Here.

Al, call the doctor.

Tell them we're coming in.

-Mary Dawkins?

-Unremarkable.

-Louisa Glasson?

-Not my patient.

-Avril sumpter?

Four or five children,
expecting another.

-Anything in her history that
would help me to help her.

-She'll be fine.

I wouldn't worry.

-Is that a fact?

-She's having a baby.

She's had them before.

If you want to pop around and
rub her back, be my guest but

I have to get on.

She's fine.

She's fine.

She's moved.

She's fine.

Do give me a call if anything
unexpected happens.

Bert: Doc!

Doc!

Chef's cut her finger.

Here, show the doctor.

-It's just a sticky across, doc.

I'll do it.

-All this fuss, Dr. Ellingham.

-Come through.

That way.

-I'm sorry to put you to this
trouble, Dr. Ellingham.

Everybody thought it was best.

I was going to come and see you
about another matter, as

it happens.

It's probably just a cold.

Wouldn't bother you, only my
sister's got glandular fever,

and I was wondering if she, she
could have given it to me.

My throat is a bit sore.

-Any other symptoms?

Fatigue?

Light-headedness?

-Well, yes actually, now
you come to mention it.

I do sometimes get a bit dreamy.

Can you feel something.

-Slight tumescence.

You cook, don't you?

-I do, yes.

-Wear gloves in the kitchen.

Don't sneeze in the food.

And see Pauline for
a blood test.

-Why are you nodding?

-You've got such a commanding
manner.

I always feel safe in
your hands, somehow.

-There's no point in change
for change's sake.

You stick to the doctoring,
which you're good at.

And let me do the blood stuff.

Or I won't be able to do a
really bad one, like if

someone cut their arm
off, or something.

You just have to vomit
and get on with it.

But day to day, why put
yourself through it?

-Ellingham.

-Geoffrey Rushton wants to
leave sooner than they

thought, so they need the
new head of vascular to

start in six weeks.

-How do you know?

-Robert called.

-Why did he call you?

-Well, he wanted my opinion
on your blood thing.

-Oh.

And what is your opinion?

-It's strictly for him.

He's not the only one
on the board.

Can you do lunch Thursday,
three of us?

-I'd need a bit more notice
to get up to London.

-No, he's down here
at the moment on

select committee business.

I suggested the metropolitan
truro.

-Right.

-Is that right as in you'll be
able to tell him you're no

longer phobic?

Ellingham, it's not a
complicated question.

Will you be able to perform
a surgery in six weeks?

-Yes.

-Then see you Thursday.

-Everything all right?

-Yep.

-Which is louder,
there or there?

-Second one.

-Correct.

-Everything all right?

-Uh, yes.

That one's a bit deaf.

-Dorsey?

-The ginger one.

-Oh dear.

-A grommet will sort her out.

Otherwise, most of them fine.

One or two borderline obese.

That one and that one.

-Honey.

Aw, a bit tubby, maybe.

But hardly obese.

-She wants to watch it.

How's your health, if
I'm allowed to ask?

-It's fine.

Just a bit tired.

Not that I'm complaining.

-Are you sleeping all right?

-Not brilliant.

I, I don't know where
to put this.

-Bowel and water works?

-Perhaps you should finish
with this patient first.

-What?

Oh.

We're done.

We're done.

-Actually, it, uh, stings
a bit when I pee.

Is that a worry?

-Do you go a lot.

-I want to and then
not much comes.

Is that all right?

-What did they say in truro?

-I haven't had time.

-It's a long way.

Is it smelly?

-Hm?

-When you pee, does it smell
differently from usual.

-Yes.

-It's a urinary tract infection.

Would you like me to give
you a prescription?

-Is that all right for the baby?

-I wouldn't suggest it if
it wasn't, would I?

-No, Martin.

I don't suppose you would.

-I really don't know
why you took

this job in your condition.

-Very similar to a rabbit.

Now what you're looking forward
is to peel it off,

just like an overcoat.

No need to pluck it, not
if you're serving

it without the skin.

-So you're not a pheasant
plucker, then.

-No, but I, I know how
to undress a bird.

-Oh.

-What?

-Look.

It's a bit of bottle or jam
jar glass, or something.

Oh, here's another bit.

-Car headlight.

Roadkill.

-It just flew up in front
of the truck.

-Not poached, then.

-Sorry, Bert.

I should have told you, but my
family have always eaten any

game we hit.

But some people are
funny about that.

-No.

I, it's not too bashed up.

-Make sure you get all
the glass out.

-Yeah.

Lucky we found it, eh?

-Ms. Glasson.

-Louisa Glasson?

-Yes.

-Molly O'Brien.

Have you done for the day?

I was just on my way.

Oh, well, school's over, yes.

But I've got a fair
bit of work yet.

On your way where?

-Oh dear.

You wrote back about
four weeks ago.

I'm your midwife through
to delivery.

-Oh, yes, god, sorry.

I've become so forgetful.

-Not at all.

You have a lot to think about.

Prescription?

-I've got a bit of an infection.

It hurts when I pee.

-Not antibiotics?

-Yes, actually, why?

-From the clinic?

-From my doctor.

Well, he's not my doctor.

It's complicated.

-Oh!

-Dr. Ellingham?

-Yes.

I was pressed for time, and he's
very good as a doctor.

Well, he knows a lot.

-Ah, well.

-What?

-I could suggest other remedies.

There's no need to suffer.

-God forbid.

-It just seems a shame to give
drugs to lady who's expecting.

-Yes, actually, I wondered that.

-I think the doctor knows
best, Ms. Glasson.

-A mother knows best.

Sorry, that's just my opinion.

-Shall I continue?

-You know what, Mrs. Tishell,
I think I'll pass.

-In the future, run your baby's
symptoms past an adult

before you call it an emergency.

-So you can't do nothing?

-They cry when they're hungry.

Feed it.

-But then they'll expect it.

-You're a mother.

Your life has changed.

Get used to it.

-Well hi, Ms. Glasson.

-Hello, there.

Everything all right?

-Dan keeps crying.

-Oh, what a beautiful child.

Oh!

-Have you collected your
prescription yet?

-We've just come from the
chemist, Dr. Ellinham.

-Right, so you two
know each other.

-Yes, we've met.

-Well, nurse O'Brien is going
to be my midwife.

-Yes.

Get some sleep.

-I do feel a bit sneaky,
if I'm honest.

-He's not your doctor.

He shouldn't prescribe
your medicine.

Force feeding antibiotics to an
unborn infant, I've half a

mind to make a formal complaint.

-Oh.

Well, thing is, it is
a bit complicated.

We we're going to get married.

Yes.

Well, we didn't.

But I got pregnant anyway.

So uh, it is complicated.

-You poor darling.

I am so sorry.

-No, no.

It was mutual.

I mean, I didn't want to get
married, in the end.

-When you got to know him.

-He didn't want it either.

Men,.

Your trouble getting to
sleep, is that mostly

discomfort, do you think?

Or do you lie there fretting?

-Both, really.

But maybe I have taken
on too much.

Martin thinks I have.

-Ha.

-What?

I wonder if maybe he's poisoned
your mind as well as

trying to poison your body.

-That's a bit harsh.

-You think?

-Don't let go just yet.

-Morning.

-You've, uh, you've got
something on your shoulder.

-I know.

Can you believe it?

Driving in this morning,
it just rushed out in

front of the truck.

-What?

-What are the chances of
that two days in a row?

-Weird, isn't it?

Come on, give us a hand.

-Poor little chap.

Here.

Oh.

Oh.

-Plenty of servings
on it, though.

-Must be worth a few quid, eh?

-Mate's rates, hey Bert?

Pauline: Sorry
to keep you waiting.

Constable:
Good of you to see

me on my lunch hour.

Can't afford to lose patrol
time for a routine test.

-This way, please.

-Doctor.

Pauline:
Roll up your

sleeve, please, constable.

-What is cholesterol, anyway?

-It's fat that clogs you up.

-No it isn't.

Pauline, go to lunch.

I'll do that.

-So how come you're Ok
with the blood now?

No disrespect, but everyone
knows it's an issue.

-You're just being stubborn.

He still hates it.

-Go away, Pauline.

-Mind over matter, eh?

Doc, you look a bit peaky, if
you don't mine me saying.

-Running a bath.

-Yes, actually.

-That's the girl.

Do you mind if I come in?

-What's that?

-Just thought I'd show you.

It's a home birthing pool.

-Oh.

I like to show my mothers
what's available.

-Hmm, a home birth.

-Did you not consider that?

-Well no, no not really.

I just assumed...

-you'd be having baby
in the hospital.

-Yeah.

-That's what they want
you to assume.

Have you ever seen
a birthing pool?

-No.

No, I haven't.

-Why do they, do you think, want
babies born in hospitals?

-Because then the doctors
are in control.

-But it must be a
bit safer, too.

-Statistically, it's safer to
have your baby at home, away

for men who think pregnancy
is a disease.

Now, do you have a DVD player?

-Yes.

-One of my mothers giving
birth in a pool

just like this one.

-Might actually be this one.

-I wouldn't really be sure
about a pool, actually.

-It's a life changing
experience, Louisa.

All my mothers say so.

Water is such a feminine
element.

In the pool you're
in a sanctuary.

Others need your consent
to get close to you.

You are in control.

Well, you and me.

-I'm sure it's great
for some people.

But...

-please try to keep
an open mind.

Have a look at the video.

-Yeah, yeah, of course.

Sorry.

-Oh.

Good evening, Dr. Ellinham.

-These examination gloves
aren't pre-powdered.

-Aren't they?

Oh dear.

I am sorry.

Oh, they are x5437s.

They should be.

Oh, no.

No wait a minute.

I see what's happened.

Oh, I am so sorry for the
inconvenience, Dr. Ellingham.

But you know, now you are here,
it could be regarded as

providential.

I have been in an agony
of indecision in a

matter of some delicacy.

-They're gloves, Mrs. Tishell.

-How can I put this?

I think you ought to know that
one of your patients is

refusing to take medication
prescribed by you.

-Who?

-Louisa Glasson.

-That's less painful than
a regular birth?

-It's not really pain.

It's a woman taking charge
of her power.

-Yes?

-Yes, Louisa.

-It's just a lot to think about.

-It is.

Would you like to try
sitting in the pool?

-What, now?

-Just to get the idea of what
it's like in your own

territory, with your own
things about you.

Try it for me.

-Yeah, why, why not?

No it's fine.

-Oh.

-Did you prevent this patient
from taking prescribed

medication?

-Excuse me, Dr. Ellingham,
but I am with a client.

-Have you completely
lost your mind?

You're not seriously considering
giving birth in

this harpy's paddling
pool, are you?

-How dare you?

I am a fully qualified...

-be quiet.

Louisa, take your medicine.

-No.

-What?

-You heard me.

-Ms. Glasson is making
an informed decision.

Endorsed by...

-i told you to shut up.

-No, no, don't, don't you
speak to her like that.

You always have to be
control, don't you?

I'm the doctor.

I'm the expert.

I'm so clever.

You know, but you don't
understand women at all, do

you Martin.

Well you're not my doctor.

She is.

You can take your ruddy drugs,
and you can shove them where

the sun don't shine.

Good night, Martin.

-When your infection gets
worse, take these.

-No, thank you.

-Well done, Louisa.

-Thanks.

-Morning.

-Oh, hello, my lover.

Deer and pheasants now to keep
out your way now, marigold?

-You.

Actually I had to drive
myself this morning.

Michael's not at all well.

-Oh, that's perfect.

There's a chiller cabinet needs
fetching from tintagel,

too big for the company vehicle.

Could you pop me over
after lunch?

-For you, anything.

Oh, why don't we make
a trip of it?

Tea at Trebarwith
on the way back?

-Oh, lovely.

Pauline: Marigold
Marley's blood

test come back negative.

It's not glandular fever, then.

-Where's the rch geriatric file?

-Mrs. Melbray's biopsy
is non-malignant.

I said it was just a lump.

Prostate set for Tuesday.

Mrs. Admiral's come
back negative.

-Not a good time, them?

-What do you want?

-I just wanted to say I met
Louisa on her way to school.

And she was looking
awfully tired.

I thought perhaps you'd like
to keep an eye on her.

Only don't say I said anything.

-She doesn't want me to
keep an eye on her.

-Are you all right,
Ms. Glasson?

-I feel a bit shivery, actually?

-A bit light-headed?

A bit sweaty?

My brother had it, and his kids.

-Really?

-It's a summer cold.

-Actually, can you take
powders with the baby?

Mrs. Tishell could help you.

-Yeah.

Or I could call the midwife.

-Private parking.

-It's all right, doc.

We're on our way.

-Well don't park here again.

-Oh, okie dokie.

-Hey, doc, did marigold's
glandular fever test come back

yet.

-Yes.

You haven't got it.

-Oh, good.

-She's still got a sore
throat, though, dear.

You tell him.

-Oh, it's nothing.

-Are you getting better
or worse?

-Uh, oh, let me see, uh...

-come and see me tomorrow
morning, 8:45.

-Right.

-Is this thing legal?

-Absolutely.

Off we go.

-Do you ever feel like you could
just keep driving and

driving, leave all the,
I don't know,

all the rubbish behind?

-Yes, I do.

-Your husband, is he
feeling poorly?

-He's a man, so he's at death's
door, isn't he?

To tell the truth, I don't think
it's much worse than

what I've got.

Flu, whatever, no big deal.

-And you still have to work.

-You call this work?

More like a holiday.

-What?

-Fresh as a Daisy.

-You're not thinking of cooking
it, though, are you?

-Why not?

Nobody minds an apple that's
fallen out of a tree.

-But it's not an apple.

-Well, as long as you know what
you're doing, what's the

difference?

-No difference, really.

No.

You're right.

Oh.

He's a plump little chap, eh?

Proper job.

-Come.

-I'm off then, doctor, unless
there's anything else.

-No, there isn't.

-Dr. Ellingham, this blood
business, you doing Mrs.

Marley's finger and then
taking over when

I was with PC Penhale.

Are you wanting to
do without me?

I just want to know.

Not that I want another
job, I just don't want

to be caught unawares.

-You won't be caught unawares.

-So I can still do the blood.

You're not planning
to get rid of me?

-If there were any changes to
the practice and the way

things are, I'd let you know.

-Bad luck.

-Oh, why do you get colds
in the summer?

-I know.

-And why when you least want it?

The last two weeks of the summer
term are my busiest all

year.

-That's not actually a
coincidence, you know.

Stress weakens the
immune system.

-Right.

-Is it still comfortable when
you go for a tinkle?

-It's just the same, actually.

-Oh, and a cold on top of it.

Oh, what a shame Dr.
Ellingham had to be

so unpleasant yesterday.

-Yes, but I can't blame Martin
for everything, though.

I mean, I'm sure he's not only
doctor who'd have recommended

antibiotic.

-No.

And I'm sure yours wouldn't be
the first baby born with a

weakened immune system
because of it.

-Right, still, but some women...

-oh, Louisa, Louisa, it's
not your fault.

The control of childbirth by a
male dominated health service

is designed to keep
women suppressed.

Now, put your head back
and close your eyes.

Go on.

Imagine you're in a Meadow.

The sun is shining.

The grass is soft.

You're lying in the sunlight,
not a care in the world.

And one by one, your worries
all fade away.

-Auntie Jo.

-What's happened?

-Nothing, nothing.

-It's half past seven
in the morning.

-Is it?

Uh, right.

Well the thing is, I'm
having a lunch.

-A lunch?

-Yes.

Um, there's this job in London.

And, um, I'm having a lunch
to see someone about it.

To talk, to talk about it.

-In London?

-Yes, the job is.

The lunch is in truro.

-What kind of job?

-Head of vascular surgery
at imperial college.

-Surgery?

-Yes.

-What about the blood?

-Well, I'm working on that.

It's coming along.

Bit of a way to go, but
definitely, uh, getting there.

Maybe I should have
said something.

-It's wonderful Martin,
wonderful.

-What's that?

-Marigold's birthday today.

-Oh, what did you get her?

-That's a bit big, isn't it?

-Is it?

-She'll have to hide that
from her husband.

-It's just a little something
from her employer.

-You want to give her a little
something, do you?

-I'm just being friendly.

Want to see?

-And I can come up and see you.

-Yes.

-It would be nice.

-Really is jolly good news.

If you're sure you
can manage it?

-Yes.

Yes, it is.

-Does Louisa know?

-No.

-What about the child?

-Ho do you mean?

-Your child, seeing it
as it's growing up.

-Don't honestly think I'd be a
natural at all that, do you,

when it came to it?

-Well you're just going to have
to work twice as hard at

it, aren't you?

-If that's what Louisa wants.

-A long distance father is
better than no father at all.

The two of you are going to have
to work at that together.

Won't happen by itself.

I'm going to miss you, Martin.

-I'll miss you too, auntie Jo.

-Just don't let Louisa be the
last one to find out.

-Of course, there will
be water in it.

What do you think?

-She'll love it.

-Hello?

Oh, all right.

All right, yeah.

I'll tell him.

Yep.

That was marigold.

Her old man's flu's got worse,
so she's staying at home.

-Marigold?

-Mm.

-Not coming in?

-No.

Could you, um, could you call
Angela and arrange a cover?

-I promise he was crying
fir to bust before

I brought him in.

-He's got a slight temperature.

Got any calpol at home?

-Yes.

-That'll bring it down.

-Do you have a thermometer?

-I think so.

-37's what you're aiming for.

-Has he got what Ms.
Glasson's got?

-What's she got?

-Nasty cold.

She's off school,
and everything.

-No, he's teething.

Give him the calpol.

-Are you off to your
meeting, then?

In truro?

-Yes.

-Good luck.

-What?

-We'll keep you hydrated
and ride out the storm.

We'll to keep a positive
attitude, Louisa.

There's nothing to be
gained by letting

baby feel your vexation.

-Are you sure it's Ok?

-Mothers have been having
colds since time began.

Nature and nurse O'Brien
know what to do.

She's resting.

-Martin.

-Louisa, how are you feeling?

-Not very good.

-What's her temperature?

-She has a very nasty
cold, poor thing.

-No she doesn't.

What's her temperature?

-103.

-103?

-You've still not taken
the antibiotics?

-No.

-Oh!

-Ah, you've developed a kidney
infection, leading to rigors.

Give me the medication.

-Don't you click your
fingers at me.

-What's rigors?

-Louisa, do not allow
that man to...

-is the baby all right?

-The baby wants you to
take antibiotics.

-What's rigors?

-It's your body heating
up to kill bacteria.

Antibiotics also kill bacteria.

They're just quicker and safer.

-That's a very male
point of view.

-No it's not.

It's a fact.

The only risk this woman and her
baby have been put at is a

premature delivery triggered by
prolonged high temperature.

-Ah, well done, doctor.

Another victory for conveyor
belt medicine.

-Here.

-I am sorry, Ms. Glasson.

It is not your fault.

You are a victim.

-I beg your pardon.

I am not a victim, thank
you very much.

-Oh, but you are, darling.

You are a wounded creature,
and the cat has pounced.

-I'm not a cat.

-And he doesn't pounce.

Martin is a very, very
good doctor.

-And a man.

-No he's not.

-Yes, I am.

-Of course you are, but
that's not the point.

-Oh, but it is the point.

-No it isn't.

If anyone's got a problem
with sex, it's you.

-I beg your pardon?

-I mean gender.

Men.

And women.

You know, a woman could be just
as insensitive as Martin.

-What?

-Well you are.

Thank you for doing
your best, Molly.

But I'm just not happy with it.

So, yeah, goodbye.

-Goodbye, darling.

-She does mean well.

-It's all right, then.

Now take one of these
every four hours.

Drink plenty of water.

You should feel benefits
pretty soon.

-Thank you.

Thanks.

-Actually, there was another
reason I came here.

Something I wanted to tell you.

I'm having lunch.

-You are.

Ok?

-Yes, in truro, with my old
tutor, from imperial, which is

a hospital in London.

-Uh huh.

And the truth is, actually,
Louisa,

-Dr. Ellingham?

Oh, thank god I saw your car.

I'm sorry, Ms. Glasson,
but it's Darren.

-Oh, go on Martin.

It's fine.

I'll be fine.

-Right.

-Um, take a lukewarm shower
to cool down.

And let the penicillin
do the rest.

-Yeah.

Thank you, Martin.

-Let's go.

-His temperature's shot up.

It's really, really high.

-Same as before.

38 degrees.

-It was 99 just now, definitely.

-99 degrees Fahrenheit.

-Yes.

-99 degrees Fahrenheit,
38 degrees centigrade.

-Which one's he got.

-They're both the same.

Look, you press the button.

Only worry about the
lower number.

When did you last
give him calpol?

-I haven't got any.

-Oh, for god's sakes.

-Sorry, I though I had.

I'll go get some from
Mrs. Tishell.

Thanks ever so, doctor.

-You're forgotten something.

-Have I?

-Danny.

-Oh, Darren, yes.

I'd forget my head if it
wasn't screwed on.

Thanks ever so, doctor.

-Is anyone home?

Marigold?

Marigold:
Bert, is that you?

-Hello?

Marigold:
Come on up.

No, Michael, you stay put.

Don't be foolish.

I'll see to it.

-Go on, Mary.

We've got a visitor.

-No, Michael.

Bert understands.

Bert, tell him.

-Hello, Mr. Marley.

Now, don't worry about me.

You just stay there.

-What are you doing here?

-That for marigold, is it?

-It's, it's just a, it's just
a present from everyone.

-He's not well at all, is he?

-I know.

-Have you called the doctor?

-I don't really like to.

He's not keen on house
calls, is he?

-No.

But I could call him, if you
want, like a friend.

Pauline:
Dr. Ellingham, I have

Mr. Large for you.

Just putting you through.

-Why?

Bert: Doc?

-What do you want.

-Sorry to bother you.

-Yes?

But I'm out at

At marigold Marley's place.

You remember her, cut finger,
she works in my restaurant.

-I'm in a hurry, Bert.

Bert:
It's her husband.

He isn't very well, not
very well at all.

And I was wondering if
you had any tips.

I mean, he's in bed, but he's
as weak as a kitten.

-Is she all right?

-Oh she's fine, I think.

-Just a bit peaky,
mustn't grumble.

Martin: Has
he got a temperature?

-Uh, I, I don't know, really.

Martin: Does
he seem at all delirious?

Uh, Michael!

Bert:
Oh, my word.

-Bert?

Marigold: Michael!

-Bert?

Pauline: I have
Dr. Montgomery for you,

Dr. Ellingham.

Just putting you through.

-No.

Dr. Montgomery: Ellingham?

-Oh, for god's sake.

-Hello, ellingham, are
you all right?

Martin:
Yes, what do you want?

-Your secretary said you
were going to be late.

We wondered how late?

-I'm attending an emerging.

-Oh.

But, the thing is, Robert's
got a 2:30 train.

-I can't miss it.

-Ambulance wouldn't be
more appropriate?

Martin: Edith,
there's a sick man on

bodmin moor.

I'm on bodmin moor.

And I'm a doctor.

-I do think it would be good
if you could get here.

He is full of apologies, but
he's got an emergency.

-It's bloody awkward, actually?

-He has got the imperial
post, hasn't he?

-I've been asked to look in the
eye and quiz him about his

blood problem.

-You moved him?

-Just to make him more
comfortable, doc.

-Keep him warm.

-He's boiling.

Have you got a thermometer?

-Somewhere.

-All right.

We need to get him on his side.

-Right, doc.

-No, don't touch him.

Might have broken something.

-That's all we've got.

-It's a jam thermometer, doc.

You use it in cooking.

Um, not just for jam,
all sorts of...

-fine, that'll do.

I need rubber gloves.

Go see if she's got some ice.

-Ice?

-Yes.

To cool him down, quickly.

-Ok doc.

-I'm a doctor.

You had an accident.

An ambulance is on its way.

Does it hurt anywhere.

-Marigold?

-She's in the kitchen.

Does it hurt anywhere
in particular?

-I don't think so.

-Oh sorry.

There, there are the gloves.

-What are you doing?

-Breaking up the ice so it'll
fit in the funnel.

-It doesn't have to
fit in the funnel.

-Well how else are yo going
to get it in his bottom?

-That's not going in his bottom.

The thermometer is.

Does your husband handle these?

-Yes.

-What does he do, stuff them?

-Well, I, I do most
of the cooking.

I stuff the pheasants...

-cooking?

You cook them?

Oh, god!

-Well, that, that one may be
a bit past it's sell by.

But it's, it's Michael.

He likes the extra flavor.

-It's perfectly legal.

Marigold's all right.

-Marigold is not all right.

Your immune system seems
stronger than your husband,

but you're both presenting
symptoms of toxoplasmosis,

found in wild animals
and infected meat.

-Oh!

I've poisoned Mikey.

-More or less.

-Oh!

Michael, my love.

Oh, Mikey.

-I'll get the ice, then.

-Oh, Mikey, Mikey, it was
the badger burgers.

I know they were strong,
but I can't say

no to you, my darling.

-Hold that against his forehead.

-Have you been leading
him on, pussycat, eh?

-Maybe a bit.

-Oh, marigold.

-It's not your fault,
Mr. Large.

She's just a sucker
for flirting.

-Is he going to be Ok?

-Yes, now that we
know what it is.

Bert, you haven't been
selling this stuff in

your cafe, have you?

Has Ms. Glasson had any?

Bert?

-She hasn't been in.

And we don't serve badger in any
restaurant of mine, thank

you very much.

-Hurry, come in.

Patient is presenting symptoms
of cerebral toxoplasmosis, a

pulse rate elevated,
and is febrile.

-Louisa.

You should be in bed.

-I feel so much better.

Can I come in for a minute?

-Yes.

-Oh.

You were expecting
someone, sorry.

-No, that's, that's fine.

What, what do you want?

-I just wanted to apologize,
really.

For not taking the antibiotics.

And for being rude basically,
the other night.

And I will the baby
in a hospital

if that's your advice.

-It is, yes.

Louisa, uh, take a seat.

Louisa,

-I'll get that.

Dr. Montgomery:
Hello, ellingham.

Edith?

Medical emergency turn
out satisfactorily?

-Yes, thank you.

Cerebral toxoplasmosis.

-Robert was a little huffy.

But actually, it helped
you in the end.

It was the hemophobia he wanted
to be sure about.

I told him you're completely
over it and itching to get

back to London.

Tell me you can back it up,
because, not official yet,

they're giving it to you.

You replace Jeffrey Rushton
on the 31st.

Congratulations.

You're welcome.

Oh, hello.

-I've just got popped in to
tell Martin something.

-You look a bit pasty.

Are you all right?

-A urinary tract infection.

It's in hand.

-Ah.

-I'll just pop off, then.

-Right.

-I've implemented eight of
your 14 suggestions.

I thought you stopped
being her doctor.

-This was a one off.

-Funny little thing isn't she?

Quite spiky.