All language subtitles for Doc Martin s07e04 Education Education Education.eng

My parents would leave me in Cornwall
with my Aunt Joan for the summer.

So, yes. Of course personality development
is related to a child's environment.

I think.

Are you feeling comfortable, Louisa?

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.

Mm.

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?

Erm...

Well, he has no social skills whatsoever.

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

He makes no attempt to disguise
his contempt for anyone he considers less intelligent than he is.

- And he considers everyone to be
less intelligent -- - I understand.

Martin, is Louisa being unfair?

No, not really.

- Louisa. Three positives
about Martin. - What?

- Quickly.
- Erm...

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's physically active.

And she's very beautiful.

Each person has to feel that
their needs are being met.

Physical contact is a
vital 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.

You OK with that?

- Yes.
- Sure.

Right.

James is bathed and Sudocremed.

- Should I put him to bed or would you like
me to leave now? - Let him play for a while.

- It might tire him out.
- Yes.

If you would like me to
bathe him on 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 erm...

- What?
- Our homework.

- Yes.
- Come on. Could be fun.

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

Erm... have you got
something positive in mind?

Yes. I'm glad that you came back.

Thank you, Martin.

- That wasn't so bad, now, was it? - No.

So erm... why don't we...
why don't we try it again?

Yes, the step was a little awkward.

We can do better than that.

OK.

OK, Martin?

Um... I'm having difficulty letting go.

I'm not going anywhere.

This is nice.

I actually can't let go. My watch
is snagged on your cardigan.

There. That's got it.

It's... it's just the hem.

It's all right.

- I have a letter of referral to write,
so I'll say goodnight. - Of course.

- Goodnight, James.
- Goodnight.

Oh! Doctor?

Doctor?

Did you enjoy your fish
stew? It was no trouble.

I just happened to be passing.

(DISAPPOINTED) Oh.

(SNORING)

- (KNOCKING)
- Mr Large?

(KNOCKING)

Bert?

Time to move this eyesore.
We've had complaints.

This is a beauty spot and...

Your van doesn't exactly improve the view.

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

You need to move on. Where will you go?

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

But first...

I'm gonna have a cup of tea.

Morning, Miss Glasson. I
mean er... Miss Ellingham.

- Sorry. Which one is it?
- Peter Cronk!

- Goodness, you've grown! - Of course.
I'm currently undergoing adolescence.

I expect to grow at least 30
centimetres in the next four years.

- And my muscle weight will increase
by six or seven kilograms. - OK.

And my voice dropped an
octave in the past year.

- So what are you doing here?
- There's something I'd like to discuss.

Erm, OK. Yeah. I've got five minutes.

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

- Thinking of being a teacher? If you'd like
a week at the school, that'd be OK. - No.

- OK.
- I want to be a doctor.

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

and learn about general practice.

I've outlined my request in the letter.

And you want me to deliver it because
I have a chance of persuading him.

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

Erm, well, I can't promise
anything. But I will ask.

Great. Thank you, Miss Glasson.

It's Mrs Ellingham.

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

Little bit too early, actually.

Yeah, sorry about this. I've gotta
show a property in Plymouth.

You all right, Jessy?

- Oh, she's fine. - Sure?
- Yeah. Just a bit sleepy is all.

My wife's looking after her mother in Padstow
at the moment. Can she not come inside?

Well, if she goes to the library and
reads quietly, I'll keep an eye out.

- But let's not make this a habit,
OK? - OK. OK. - Come on, Jessy.

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

There we go. Right, Jessy.

So... what have you got in your 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.

- There's nothing in your notes about
depression. - Constant anxiety. Yes.

That's it. And I'm always erm...

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 Serry-er... tonin?

There is no such drug as Serrytonin...

if that's what you're referring to.

There are antidepressants, SSRIs, that
boost the level of serotonin in the brain.

Oh. Well, I'll have some
of them, then, please.

No. I'm already treating your glaucoma,
which antidepressants exacerbate.

- How about some Valium, then?
- No!

It is my clinical judgment that
you are not depressed at all.

You already take beta blockers
and statins. You do take them?

Course I do. Love 'em.

Ooh.

I need some more. That's right.

Right. Well, I'll renew your
prescription for beta blockers.

We'll review the situation
in a week or two.

Couldn't I have some
antidepressants while you're at it?

No!

Sal?

Clive.

- It's been a long time.
- I know. I'm sorry.

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.
Husbands and wives should stick together.

- 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 and begged you to come.

- And you knew it wasn't my fault
what happened. - (BELL) - We're closed!

- All right, boy? - Ruth's all right with
you being here, but you can't stay for ever.

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

- I owe you, son.
- You do.

Right. I'm gonna 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.

I thought there'd be a problem with patient
confidentiality. He'll ask endless questions.

- That will irritate you.
- Not to mention the inconvenience.

As I thought. Don't worry. It's fine.

However, if you tell him to come
and see me first thing tomorrow, before surgery, we will discuss it.

- Really? - Yes. He's got a modicum
of intelligence and he's resourceful.

A bit of guidance
wouldn't be out of place.

Great. Are you sure about this?

- Yes. - Right. 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. I am.

And now it's your turn.

That was my turn.

You are, aren't you, committed?

- Erm... yes.
- Do you think it's gonna work?

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

Good.

Mm.

Right. Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Are you OK?

Just seems odd... to leave.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- If any of the patients objects
to your presence, for whatever reason, then you will leave. - OK.

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

You will not touch the patients or
discuss these consultations with anyone.

- Can I write down what
you tell them? - No.

Can I discuss consultations with you?

Yes, if it'll 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.

Erm... and then can we
discuss various medications

- and their effects and
contra-indications? - No.

Then I'll show you how to
use the sphygmomanometer.

I brought you some breakfast.

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

- Just... pondering, son.
- Here you are.

That sounds dangerous (!) (CHUCKLES)

- You comfortable in this thing?
- Snug as a bug.

Right.

- What are you gonna do, then?
- Oh, don't you worry about that, boy.

I've got my next venture all planned.

- You gonna have another crack at plumbing.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Never look back. I've got my eyes
targeted right on the horizon.

Yeah. But you've already got the tools.

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

- What's that, then?
- Playing it close to my chest.

OK.

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

But erm...

You sure I can't er...

lend you a ten or...

Money's not a problem. But
have you got a 20 in there?

The bottom of the cuff should be an
inch above your antecubital fossa.

- (KNOCK... AND DOOR OPENS)
- Doc?

We've got an emergency.

Er... take a seat.

I just bought my son
his first fishing rod.

He was so looking forward to using it.

- Er... - Do you still
have your blood problem?

Be quiet. Go over to
the examination table.

Get him a chair.

Sit down.

Put your arm on the table. (CLEARS
THROAT) Hold your hand still.

It was his first cast. He didn't
realise 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 gonna hurt?
- Yes.

The doctor is preparing
the local anaesthetic.

- 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 hand still.

What... 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.

- I just want practical experience.
- Well, tidy this up, then.

Excuse me. Silly behaviour over here.

Can we stop that, please?

Thank you. Play nicely.

Miss Grappy? I believe you're meant to
be supervising the children. Not texting.

Yeah. But I don't know when
I'm teaching next week. So...

- Oh. - Erm, I was thinking.
Could I take the kids out later?

Yes. That's a great idea.
Really shows initiative.

- Thanks.
- Tell you what.

- Let's take the science lesson
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. A patient's
notes 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?

Now, the name of the
patient is Mary Pattinson.

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

Why didn't you say
'immediately'? I'd've got it.

We always use the term stat to save time.

Hasn't really worked on this
occasion, has it (?) And who's 'we'?

Those of us in the medical profession.

Ah, yeah. But you're not a professional.

Cos 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!

Is you do, you'll be needing medical
assistance yourself. Stat (!)

He wants to try again!

- I'm sorry?
- Clive. My er...

Clive. He's back!

- Clive? - Yes. - Has
returned? - Yes. Boom!

And he wants us to get back together.

- Are you OK? You seem a little agitated.
- I don't know what he's thinking.

- Perhaps you should ask him. - And to top it
off, he wants to be my assistant in the shop.

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

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 things.

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.

Three pounds... twenty pence... please.

Thank you.

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

Thank you.

- You and I are gonna have to
have a little talk, Clive. - OK.

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?

Frankly, 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.

OK. 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 previously you
prescribed her Escitalopram.

Was that because of her panic attacks?

- Don't look at the patients' notes.
- Well, you didn't say I couldn't.

- Well, I'll telling you now.
- Is Escitalopram more effective than

- Benzodiazepine? - Not necessarily.
Benzodiazepines work better short-term.

- Well, how short a period?
- Two to four weeks.

- And is that because the patient
can become dependant? - Yes.

- Would you tell Morwenna that I
don't make house visits? - Er, sure.

- Dr Ellingham wants to know why you arranged
a home visit for this patient. - Excuse me?

Wasn't I clear?

OK, little man. You can tell the doctor

that she's just had her varicose veins
stripped out so she can't 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 gonna
have to ask to see your buggy licence (!)

What, you're gonna clock
me for speeding (?)

I'm manning this mobile checkpoint.

Set myself a target of two
fixed penalty notices per day.

If I apprehend someone on
the phone behind the wheel

or Norman's driving his tractor back
from the pub, I'll be knocking off early.

- (VEHICLE APPROACHING)
- Oh. Stand back.

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 do everything.

- This tyre's still bald I see.
- I've got a spare one.

Great.

- In the back, is it?
I'll give a hand. - 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'll 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 Al'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 centre.

Give us a go on your gun.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

What do I do?

- (INDISTINCT AUTOMATED VOICE)
- (LAUGHS)

All right. Everyone has a partner?

ALL: Yes, Miss!

Everybody hold your partner's hand.

And don't let go until we're
away from the road. OK?

ALL: Yes, Miss!

- Eurgh!
- 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'll enjoy it (!)

Off we go.

Aaargh! 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 for another couple of days.

- Bit of a draft in here.
- Mrs Simmons, please stop floating about!

- (WINDOW BANGS)
- Oh, for God's sake!

I should've sacked her years ago.

I'll just put this over here.

- 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.

ALL TOGETHER: 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. - You know the rule.

- But I haven't! - Shush. - Miss Grappy?

- Is everything all right?
- It's fine. I've got it sorted.

Come on.

Come on.

ALL: My very excellent mother...

Aargh!

What's the matter with your wrist?

That'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 would just need a heavy book.

Are you a doctor?

Oh, you're very young.

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

Agh! You know you're still hurting me?

- Yes.
- (THUMP, THEN A WOMAN SCREAMS)

Oh, what now?

Oh! Oh!

(SOBBING)

- What the hell's going on?
- Oh, nothing. - He hit me!

- What? - She had a 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.

(WINCES AND GROANS)

- Agh! - Shh! It's not broken. - Oh!

I gave you specific instructions regarding
patients. No touching and no talking.

You ignored me. It's unacceptable.

I didn't ignore you. I
merely used my initiative.

- Well, don't!
- And I got rid of the cyst.

Nobody uses that technique any more.

- That doesn't mean it
isn't 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, ten, eleven, twelve...

13, 14, 15...

16, 17, 18.

So, starting from here, you're Jupiter.

And you're gonna circle all
these planets and the sun.

- Er, Neptune doesn't go next to
Jupiter, does it, Miss Grappy? - What?

- It's furthest from the sun.
- Sorry. I've got a text.

- It's about my next job.
- That won't help our solar system.

- 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 and rest.

Yeah? Right. Sit down.

That's it. 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 gonna 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. She's not dead.

I'll just make a phone
call. Just a moment.

- 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. Er... Er, right.

- Out of the way! - I wondered
if I could have a prescription --

- Make an appointment!
- For my... my depression thing!

- Wake up, Jessy.
- Are you sure she's not dead?

She's just not feeling
well. The doctor's coming.

I left a message with
Mum. Dad's not answering.

- You should've seen this coming.
- She was tired.

These children are your responsibility!

- 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 at the time?
- Being Pluto.

What?! Was she exerting herself?

Not at all. She said she
wasn't feeling very well.

- She sat down and collapsed. - Her
tongue's red. - From eating sweets.

No, there's more to this
condition than eating sweets.

- Why didn't you see her lips were dry?
- Because I'm not a doctor. I feel bad enough.

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

No. The child's got Kawasaki Disease.

- It's very rare and potentially fatal!
- Will there be a funeral? - She won't die.

She might. There's a significant
risk of a coronary artery aneurism.

- Not to mention heart attack.
- Yeah, thanks. Thank you, Martin (!)

This is Dr Ellingham. I need an
ambulance for an unconscious child.

OK, everybody listen to me.
Jessy's gonna be all right.

Location's Rosstree Fields.

Well, if you can't do it in
under 30 minutes she may die.

- (CHILDREN GASP)
- Shh!

Cancel the ambulance.
I'll bring her in myself!

Idiots! Come on.

- I don't think she's doing very
well. - How's her pulse? - Erm...

- I don't know. I can't feel anything.
- Check her carotid artery.

- What?
- Here. On her neck.

No, I can't feel anything.
Erm... rapid. It's rapid.

- Dr Ellingham?
- Yes.

- Where's the cardiologist?
- Meeting us in resus.

Right. Let's go 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?

Stop her blood from clotting.

Can you open up her shirt, please?

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

Oxygen.

- 39 degrees.
- Martin!

- Get a drip into her.
- Dr Ellingham.

- What have we got. - She has Kawasaki
Disease, 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.

- Where's Jessy? - She's gonna
be fine. Isn't she? - Yes.

- She's suffering from Kawasaki Disease.
- What's that?

Mucocutaneous lymph node syndrome.
It inflames blood vessels.

Left undetected, it can spread
to the coronary arteries.

- How did she get it?
- It's 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?
- (HESITATES) My wife isn't with us any more.

- 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. But I'll try
again in a couple of weeks.

Right.

Mum? Oh, my God!

Mum? Mum?!

(SIGHS) That was terrifying.

I wonder if I would've
spotted that in James.

Of course you would.

How long will she be off school?

Could take a month for a full recovery.

- (MOBILE RINGS)
- Yes?

"It's Morwenna."

- Obviously.
- "I've got Peter Cronk on the phone."

Tell him he can't come
back and to stop ringing.

"No, his mother is unconscious.
She fell down the stairs."

Oh. 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?
- Barely. She couldn't stand.

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

Mrs Cronk?

- Can you hear me?
- Oh, Dr Ellingham.

What happened?

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

Have you had 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.

- Have you fallen before?
- No.

Actually, I did have a
little tumble last week.

You're supposed to tell me these things.

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

- I'm not going outside.
- Why not?

Why not outside? Surely you go
out 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, due
to the stress of losing your job.

Peter, make them leave. I can't do this.

I can deal with this.
She's getting better.

I don't think so. Can you
control your breathing?

- She was having panic attacks daily. 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.

- You should have brought her in.
- You'd've called Social Services.

A kid at my school, his mum went
to hospital and they took him away.

Did you want to shadow me
to get access to the drugs?

No, I really do want to be a doctor.

- So where did you get the beta blockers?
- I bought them.

Who did you buy them from?
Who sold you those tablets?

- Mr Jarvis nextdoor.
- (GASPING) - Martin. - No!

No, no! Don't do that! If you're already
taking beta blockers it's useless!

He threw that away! 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 and beta blockers

potentially lowers potassium levels,

causing muscle weakness, which may
be why your mother's legs gave way.

I didn't know she still had it.

You told Mr Jarvis to come and see
me and pretend to be depressed.

You'd have given whatever I prescribed to your
mother without knowing what she was taking.

Mrs Cronk, have you taken any other drug?

I'm sure there's nothing else.

That's aspirin. Aspirin prevents
blood clots forming in the arteries.

Be quiet. It's not a tutorial.

I'm illustrating that I'm
not the idiot you think.

St John's wort.

It's a harmless homeopathic
remedy of dubious value.

- I used it for the placebo effect.
- Not homeopathic, naturopathic.

- But it doesn't work. - It succeeds in
alleviating some symptoms of depression.

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

with a selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitor?

I'm not sure.

If I prescribed antidepressants
to the man nextdoor,

he sold them to you and you crushed them

in your mother's tea while she was
also taking a 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. Relax.

- Is everything OK?
- Your son's completely irresponsible!

You're lucky to be alive.
He could've killed you.

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

I know I will. You can't
let them take him away.

No-one's gonna take anyone away.
Are they? Peter made a mistake.

He's an intelligent boy
and he won't do it again.

It's categorically prohibited
for anyone to administer a drug

without correct medical
training -- or any training!

- I was just trying to help Mum.
- Well, you didn't! And you broke the law!

- I think his intentions were good.
- Oh, really? Is that the point?

- I'll stop. I won't do it again.
- Of course you won't!

You have committed a criminal offence!

And the law takes that sort
of thing extremely seriously.

- Mr Jarvis!
- Martin, wait.

Are you reporting Peter to the police?

Louisa, he's broken a law.

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

I see that. But he's not
gonna do it again, is he?

No, he's not gonna do it again.

Oh, great. Well, that's a good
idea. You call Joe Penhale.

Have Peter slapped in cuffs. Lock him up.

That's a perfect solution for
everyone. 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.

OK. 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?

- Hm.
- What?

Well, I... I've got my ring caught.

Don't move.

I would like you to hand
over control to Louisa

for an activity of her choosing.

- I don't think Martin's gonna get
on very well. - I don't think so.

Please! Listen to your dog. Accept him.

- Come on, dog! Let him
into your life (!) - Shut up!

It's a picnic, Martin. Just try to relax.

Ow!

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