(piano music) ♪ (theme music) ♪ (melancholy music) ♪ (camera shutter clicking) ♪ (birds squawking) (Beth) Hello, there.

Oh, it's you.

-Um?

-Beth Traywick.

-Mm.

-How are you doing?

Um...

So, is the doctor free?

(Morwenna) Oh, I'm afraid he's not holding surgery today.

If it's an emergency, you can go to the Wadebridge Surgery.

-So, you're closed?

-Yes.

But you're here.

I'm just here to tell people that we're closed.

(Beth) So, is the Doctor in?

(Morwenna) Uh, yes, but...

But you're not gonna let me see him.

I'm sorry.

No, good for you.

Standing your ground.

I've told you, go away!

(male #1) All right, okay.

(Beth) Yeah.

(door opening) (Martin) Why are you shouting?

It's been like this all week.

I'm sitting here like a lemon.

Shouldn't we just put a sign on the door?

(Martin) No.

You need to tell anyone with a genuine medical emergency they have to travel to Wadebridge.

You're still being paid.

You've put your references in the wrong format.

(Louisa) Martin, this is my essay, and I really need to get a good grade.

(sighing) Look, I know you're worried about the hearing and I am too.

I need to get this done.

Look, go for a walk.

Go and get us a fish.

Please?

(Martin) Mm-hm.

(Beth) Hello, there.

You probably don't remember me.

Yes, you're the American.

-How can I help you?

-Yes.

I'm doing a bit more research on my family tree, and everybody said that you would be the person to ask.

You see, I'm a Traywick, but apparently one of my relatives who was born in this parish went by the surname of "Treharn."

Yes, well, I know the Treharns.

Well, I know everyone around here.

(Beth) Oh, and are there any records of the family?

Well, it depends which branch of the Treharns you want.

There's the Treharns of Port Gaverne, and there's the Treharns of St. Kew.

Oh, and then also there's the Treharns of Port Quin as well.

(Beth) Aren't they all the same family?

(Sally) No, of course not.

-Oh, that's confusing.

-Customer.

-Have you got anything for this?

-What?

(Beth) Why don't I just take you to lunch?

You know, pick your brain.

(Sally) Because I'm actually quite busy.

Sorry, what was it you were saying?

(Beth) I mean, I've been up and down this village, and you clearly know more about this place than anybody else.

(Sally) Well, yes, that is true.

Sorry, I just didn't quite catch what-- (Beth) Her throat.

She needs something for her obviously sore throat.

(female #1) Yes, thank you.

(Beth) I mean, I've learned more from you in 30 seconds than I have in days.

It would really mean a lot to me.

(Sally) Well, I only have 40 minutes for lunch, but I suppose you could come in at 12, then, and I can cook.

(Beth) Well, thank you.

All right, fantastic.

I'll see you later.

(Sally) Yeah, well, I didn't catch-- Could you--could you just speak up?

(Martin) Ruth!

Oh, Martin.

I was going to come and see you later.

I did some digging as to who was on the panel, and it turns out that the chairperson is Professor Langan.

-Oh.

-Well, that's good, isn't it?

Wasn't he your consultant when you were training?

So, practically a mentor.

(Martin) Well, he also expressed extreme regret, bordering on abuse, when I gave up surgical work.

(Ruth) Oh, let's hope age has softened him.

(Martin) Mm.

I'll be there tomorrow to lend support.

-You really don't need to.

-I know I don't.

But I want to.

So I'll be there.

(Bill) Ah, Doc.

Here, I've just been up to the surgery, but Morwenna said that you were closed.

-Yes, she's right.

-Oh, it'll only take a minute.

(Martin) Uh, I'm not practicing, Mister--what's your name?

(Bill) Potter.

Bill Potter.

I run the pottery workshop, I know what you're thinking.

(Martin) Mr. Potter, I can't help you, you need to go to Wadebridge.

(Bill) Yeah, it's just I've got a whole order to do for next month's craft fair.

It's my busiest time of year.

But then I got this lump, see?

And my mate Dave, he said it was a ganglion or something.

-Is Dave a doctor?

-He's a fitness instructor.

(Martin) He doesn't know what he's talking about, then, does he?

Wadebridge.

(Morwenna) Look, here's the doc, he'll tell you himself.

The surgery is closed.

(Martin) You tell 'em.

I'm not doing your job for you.

(Morwenna) If you need to be seen today, go to Wadebridge.

Wadebridge?

(telephone ringing) Wadebridge.

Sorry, Mrs. T, the doc is still not open.

(Sally) This isn't a medical inquiry, Morwenna.

It's more of a discussion between fellow medical professionals.

(sighing) Doc?

(Martin) The surgery isn't open.

(Sally) I just brought you the supplies you ordered last week.

(Martin) I don't need them, I still have my current set of supplies, thank you.

(Sally) I know how serious these hearings can be.

Is your wife providing enough emotional -and physical support?

-What?

(Sally) Anything I can do to help you, Doctor, just you holler.

(Martin) I just want a bit of peace and quiet to gut this fish, thank you.

(Sally) Yes.

-So it's done?

-Not quite.

I've just gotta finish this mix.

(Joe) It has to be ready for this evening.

If I'd have known it was gonna be such a last-minute rush...

I've got a huge workload to do, Joe.

This lump on my wrist isn't helping, either.

Maybe I should get down to Wadebridge, -like the doc said.

-I would say right now work should be your priority, especially the work you're doing for me.

It's just a lump, it can't be that bad.

(Bill) Dave, you know Dave?

He's a fitness trainer I play football with at weekends.

(Joe) You all told me you'd stopped playing.

Yeah, yeah, we have.

We just, um, we just meet for coffee now.

Anyway, he said it was, um, a ganglion?

That there's a technique you can use, -it makes it go away.

-Well, why haven't you done it?

I can't.

'Cause you have to hit it with a big book and it disappears.

(Joe) Well, I could do that.

-Really?

-Of course.

All right, then.

Yeah.

Here, use this one.

(Joe) And then it's back to work.

Right, just put your hand down on the table.

Wait, wait, wait.

-Will it hurt?

-No.

Be fine.

Argh!

Ooh, bloody hell.

-Don't worry.

-Don't worry?

I'm bleeding everywhere.

(Joe) Just need a bandage or something.

(Bill) Uh, on the shelf, first aid kit.

(Joe) Hold on one sec.

Oh, we shouldn't have done that.

(Joe) Oh, no, it's fine.

Look, the lump has gone down, so it worked, didn't it?

(Bill) I suppose.

C'mon, do it up really tight, stop the bleeding.

(Joe) Stop struggling then.

How do you feel?

(Bill) Like somebody hit me with a big book.

But, yeah, the bleeding is stopping now.

And the lump has gone.

(Joe) Told you.

There you go.

Right, back to work.

Sorry, I should have said something about being a vegan.

No need to apologize.

I'm just glad I found some lettuce and carrots -in the fridge.

-Yes.

It looks delicious.

Thank you.

(Sally) Now, I've done a little bit of preliminary research on your family name, I haven't had much time, obviously.

Tell me why you're so keen to dig up your family name again.

(Beth) Gosh, that's great.

Um, well, I just haven't been feeling that well lately, and I discovered that different generations of my family have had the same illness, which I think I could have too.

-The Celtic Curse.

-Oh, I think you are referring to hereditary haemochromatosis, a genetic disorder where the body absorbs too much iron.

-Yeah.

-Particularly prevalent in people from Celtic origins.

Ireland, Cornwall... That's really impressive that you know that.

(Sally) Well, I like to keep myself informed.

(Beth) Well, anyway, my concern is that I have this curse as well.

It is hereditary.

(Sally) Oh, I can't possibly diagnose you, no, that would be quite improper.

You'll have to go and see the doctor.

(Beth) Well, that's kind of why I'm here.

I was hoping to see him today.

Unfortunately, that is a wasted journey.

He's not practicing at the moment.

Now so I've heard.

What is that about?

Well, I couldn't really say.

-Because you don't know?

-No.

'Cause he has enough problems without someone like me betraying his trust.

(Beth) Oh, he's got a problem.

Go to Wadebridge.

Wade...bridge.

(Beth) Well, I kind of had my heart set on Doctor Ellingham.

-Why?

-Well, the last time I saw him I was intrigued.

I actually did some research on him.

You know, he used to be a surgeon.

(Sally) Yes, I'm very well aware of-- (Beth) The youngest ever to qualify.

Look at that.

Got a file on him?

(Beth) Yes, when I find someone interesting, I like to dig into their history a bit and find out what makes them tick.

Both my ex-husbands were doctors, and they cannot hold a candle to Dr. Ellingham.

(Sally) I've got to open up the shop now.

What?

Lunch is over.

-Oh.

-You need to go.

-Go!

-Oh.

Now.

Out!

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

(Martin) Chris.

(Chris) Oh, yeah, how are you holding up?

I haven't seen a patient in a week.

It's ridiculous.

-I'm turning them away.

-Good.

(Martin) You should wash your hand after touching that dog.

(Chris) Look, I just want to go over what's gonna happen tomorrow, so we can get the right outcome.

(Martin) Yes, right, come through.

(birds squawking) -Just here.

-Thank you.

(Chris) Look, maybe if you gave Professor Langan a quick call -ahead of the hearing.

-And why would I do that?

(Chris) Well, just to reacquaint yourself with him, -get him onside.

-He's a very stubborn man, very self-opinionated.

Plus, I read his report on hypertrophic pulmonary osteoarthropathy.

Did you see it?

Not exactly current, it left a lot to be desired.

(Chris) I've got to represent you at this hearing tomorrow, Martin, and that's exactly the kind of attitude that will cause us problems.

And believe me, your haemophobia is problem enough.

(Beth) Dr. Ellingham.

Beth Traywick.

Latanoprost prescription.

-Yes, the American.

-Yeah.

I came by to see you earlier, but your receptionist wouldn't let me in.

(Chris) I'm afraid Dr. Ellingham isn't practicing at the moment.

(Beth) So people keep telling me.

I hope it's nothing serious.

Listen, if they don't appreciate you over here, you should come across the pond.

Someone like you could make a killing in the States.

(Martin) I'm fine where I am, thank you.

(piano music) ♪ (Beth) You know, I may drop by later because I have a little medical mystery.

(Chris) Sorry, I'm not sure you understand.

He is not practicing today, under any circumstances.

(Beth) I understand.

I'll see you later.

-What were you doing?

-Arranging to see the doctor.

(Sally) I just told you he can't see anyone just now.

Not before the hearing.

(Beth) Oh, so it's that kind of trouble.

(Sally) Oh, some terrible woman made a complaint against him.

It's all nonsense.

The point is, it's important he doesn't practice right now, -is that understood?

-Like I told him, "If they're treating you this badly, come to America.

We'll look after you."

(Chris) What about an apology to Alice Taylor?

(Martin) I haven't done anything wrong.

Why should I apologize?

Lemon sole, no butter.

(Chris) Yes, the same.

-Any wine?

-No, no, not for me.

I've been on the wagon for six months now.

Steady as she goes.

The apology is not about whether you think it's warranted.

It's to show the panel you're willing to meet them halfway.

And it would make my life very much easier.

I've spent years fielding complaints about you.

You've already blown one career in surgery.

Don't blow this one too.

(Martin) It won't come to that.

(Chris) You don't know that, Martin.

I've seen it happen.

One bad hearing, a whole career is collapsed.

Look, you've got a nice life here, got a wife, child, a lovely dog.

Don't throw all of that away.

You don't know how valuable these things are until they're gone, trust me.

Things can change pretty fast, and when they do, you're left with... well, with nothing.

♪ (guitar music) ♪ (female #2) I hear you're in trouble, Doc.

(female #3) You can faint on me any time.

(female #2) Tosser.

(giggling) ♪ (door closing) ♪ How did the lunch with Chris go?

Oh, my fish was a bit dry.

(Louisa) I didn't mean the actual lunch.

What did he say about tomorrow?

He has concerns.

(Louisa) Did he say you could lose your job?

Um, he thinks it's a possibility, yeah.

(Louisa) What are you gonna do?

(Martin) Um, I have all my arguments prepared.

But it's not the same as addressing your problem.

You passed out in the consulting room.

How can you convince them it won't happen again?

I can't.

(Morwenna) Sorry, Doc, it's Beth Traywick.

She's back and she's being very assertive, and I'm being very assertive back, but she's probably had more practice than me.

Oh.

She's an American.

I thought I'd made myself clear.

That you're not seeing normal patients, yes.

But I'm not a normal patient.

And, I'm willing to pay for your services.

No, that's out of the question.

(Beth) Well, I'm not asking you to treat me.

I just want your opinion.

See, I think I might be suffering from the plight of the Traywicks.

-Which is?

-Liver failure, by way of haemochromatosis.

And what makes you think you have that?

(Beth) It's hereditary.

My grandfather had it, and his great-grandfather.

Um, I can't treat you, but I can discuss it with you.

Go through.

(Morwenna) So, we're seeing patients, but we're not seeing patients?

(Martin) She's not a patient.

(Beth) My symptoms only started to make sense once I looked into the family history.

And then I was just gonna go home and see my own doctor, but he's kind of a mental midget compared to you.

(Martin) Then what are these symptoms?

Um, some weight loss, fatigue, loss of libido, um, irritation of the feet, especially after a hot shower.

It's been going on about a month now.

You're not bronzed, which is a common symptom.

-You seem more flushed.

-Oh, do I?

Well, I stay out of the sun.

Any abdominal pain?

(Beth) Uh, a little now and then.

That's probably wear and tear.

You know, I read about you.

-I beg your pardon?

-I Googled you and then I read about you.

You were quite the surgeon.

How did you end up here?

I didn't come in here to discuss myself, thank you.

(Beth) Well, if this was a proper consultation, no, but we're just two people chatting away.

I know so many folks back home who would love to have a doctor like you who's smart and educated and no-nonsense.

What is it?

Yes, excuse me.

What are you doing, Mrs. Tishell?

Um, I was just double-checking that I'd given you the correct supplies.

Why didn't you come to the front?

Well, because I know you're not practicing, and it would take a very selfish woman to disturb you during such a time.

Just go away.

Sorry about that.

(Beth) She seems very fond of you.

(Martin) Uh, yes, well, you'll need to go to Wadebridge for a blood test.

You need a full blood count and a biochemistry profile to check your liver function and iron levels.

Well, no offense, but I really don't want some Wadebridge dude looking over my blood work.

I came to see you.

It's just a test.

Your results will come to me.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.

You know, I recently went through some trials of my own, and, well, if I might give you one bit of advice.

(Martin) I don't want any advice, thank you.

(soft music) It's never as bad as you think.

♪ Just leave your details with the receptionist on your way out, and I'll get back to you when your results come in.

I will.

Thanks.

♪ Sally, are you all right?

No.

No, I am not all right.

You know the doctor is not meant to see patients, and yet still you persisted.

I just wanted to ask his opinion.

He's a very smart man.

(Sally) Oh, I am well aware of that, just as I'm well aware of your plan to spirit him across the ocean.

(Beth) Okay, okay, now you just need to calm down.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, sorry.

No, I--I didn't mean that.

That was an accident.

(Beth) You did that on purpose.

What is wrong with you?

-Are you insane?

-No!

And I've got the certificate to prove it.

♪ (thudding) (Bert) On the house.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, I don't--I don't-- (Bert) No, no, you are a special guest, and that is why we are relying on you to save the doc.

Ah, well, not up to me, though.

(Al) Well, who else is there?

It's not like the doc can save himself, is it?

What do you reckon his chances are tomorrow?

(Chris) Oh, no, I can't possibly discuss that.

So, not good then?

(Chris) No, that's not what I meant.

-I... -Oh, talk about a bad day.

I need a drink.

(Al) Chris here was just telling us how screwed he thinks the doc is.

(Morwenna) Oh.

You've got a plan, though, right, to save him?

(Chris) Well, the best person to save Martin is Martin himself.

(Bert) Now, before you say anything, I know that you've got a nose for whiskies.

Oh, I did, yeah, but I've not had a drink for a while.

(Bert) We have a new product that we're rolling out, right?

Large Special Blend, and I need an aficionado.

Take a taste and tell me what you think.

Well... (Bert) Go on, have a sip.

♪ Oh.

♪ Oh, it's not--it's not too bad.

There's a, um, a gentle smokiness blended with wood and spice.

(Bert) An eye for detail.

That is why you are the man to sit on that panel and get the doc back to work.

(Chris) Well, I'll try and do my best.

(Joe) Right, where do you want me?

(Al) Want you for what?

(Joe) The unveiling.

Remember?

You said I could do it in the pub.

I mean, I could do it at the station, but it's pretty cramped and I think people got too scared to reply to the invite.

I thought you were joking.

(Joe) You thought I was joking about commissioning a bust to myself and then having a public event to commemorate its completion?

You've got a strange sense of humor, Al, I'll give you that.

(Martin) And if you hold it there, just move it, that's it, and you can listen to your heart beating.

That was originally invented by a French doctor who was uncomfortable holding his ear to the chests of ladies to listen to their hearts beat.

I'm just gonna pop out for an hour just to get some fresh air.

I've been at the computer all day.

-Are you all right with that?

-Yes, fine.

(Louisa) Bye-bye.

♪ See you later.

♪ (Martin) And it was an Irish doctor, Arthur Leared, who invented this binaural version.

(Bert) It's a big day tomorrow.

Here's one for the road.

(Joe) Maybe I should testify?

Got a lot of influence in these parts.

(Chris) Oh, yes, good idea.

You any, you know, good at public speaking?

(Joe) Uh... Watch and learn.

All right, listen up, people.

(clears throat) Everybody quiet.

Shush!

Thank you.

Surprise.

Elation.

Pride.

Humility.

These were the emotions I felt when Exeter HQ informed me that I was the longest serving policeman in Portwenn history.

(Al) Oh.

Question.

-Questions at the end.

-That is the question.

When is this speech going to end?

Come on, eh?

(Morwenna) Come on, Joe, let's see it.

Just take the cloth off.

Come on!

(Joe) Louisa, just in time.

-Is Martin... -Uh, no, I'm just... -Take it off!

-Oh, Louisa, hello.

(Louisa) Um, I was wondering if I could have a word?

(Chris) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sit down, sit down.

(Louisa) Maybe somewhere quieter.

(Chris) Oh, yeah, I've got a room upstairs.

-Maybe I'll just, um... -Take it off!

(Joe) All right, all right, all right, all right.

Ah.

Drum roll, please?

(thumping) (indistinct chatter) (Al) There's a crack in your head, Joe.

(Joe) What?

(Bert) No, in the bust, Joe.

There's a crack in the bust.

Ohh.

-Oh, do you want a drink?

-No.

I think maybe you shouldn't, either.

(Chris) Yeah, you're right.

Well, maybe one for the road, huh?

It's been a difficult month.

Tomorrow's hearing, oh, well, that's the icing on a burnt cake.

(Louisa) Chris, I don't think Martin is being entirely honest with me about how serious this is.

I think he doesn't want to worry me.

(Chris) You should be.

You should be worried.

(Louisa) Look, I know he could lose his job, but do you think it's likely?

(Chris) Well, increasingly so, unfortunately.

The only way to avoid it is if he's humble and shows he's sorry, but that's not gonna happen, is it?

(Louisa) No.

But surely there's something you can do?

(Chris) That's how life goes sometimes.

Things go wrong, you do your best to put them right, but it's... it's not enough.

(Louisa) Chris, is everything okay?

(Chris) Yeah, it's just...

Uh, I'm having some problems at home, with Helen.

-Big problems.

-Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

(Chris) She's asked for a divorce.

She says that there's nothing left.

That I am a gray, uninteresting man and she needs a life of color.

(Louisa) No, that's not true.

Look, she's wrong about that.

-Is she, though?

-Yes.

-I mean really?

-Yes, of course.

No, you're one of the good ones.

That's why Martin and I are really relying on you tomorrow.

(Chris) It's nice to know that someone cares.

(Louisa) Look, you know you can speak to me anytime you have a problem in the same way I feel I can speak to you.

-Thank you, Louisa.

-Aw, it's all right.

♪ Chris?

Chris, no, that's very inappropriate.

♪ Chris?

Chris.

Oh, God.

(cellphone ringing) ♪ Loui-- Loui-- (cellphone ringing) Louisa.

♪ What?

(Morwenna) Maybe you can get it fixed?

(Al) He's upstairs, Doc.

-Louisa is with him.

-Oh, right.

(Morwenna) Do you want me to take him home?

-Uh, yes, good idea.

-Come on, then.

Hello.

He's just started having another fit.

-How long ago?

-A few seconds.

-How many has he had?

-Two.

(tense music) -Okay, has he been drinking?

-Yes, loads, loads.

♪ -Why is this happening to him?

-Seizure.

It's a re--reaction to the alcohol.

He told me he gave up drinking six months ago.

Right, do you think you'll be able to hold his arm still?

(Louisa) Yes.

(Martin) And straight.

That's it.

Okay, that's it.

♪ I didn't know you were coming to see him.

I just wanted to see if there was anything he could do to help tomorrow, that's all.

It's the panel, it's not him.

No, but I'm worried about you, Martin, about what's gonna happen if, you know, you're not the doc anymore.

-Oh, Martin.

-You had a grand mal seizure due to alcohol withdrawal.

Oh, awful whiskey.

Oh, Louisa, I-- I shouldn't--shouldn't have tried to kiss you.

-What?

-Yes, sorry, I was gonna let you know later.

What about other symptoms?

Any other erratic behavior?

(Louisa) No, he's just had too much to drink.

(Martin) All right, he's just had a seizure.

I need to--need to make sure that there's no connection between the two.

The two being the seizure and the... And kissing you, any erratic behavior.

I have to rule things out, he could have a brain tumor.

So, are you implying that because he tried to kiss me, there must be something wrong with his brain?

-No.

-Oh, I don't know, Martin, perhaps he just finds me attractive.

I suppose we'll have to put him into protective custody.

-I don't want to go to jail.

-Is that necessary?

(Martin) It just means I'd supervise him overnight.

-He can sleep on the sofa.

-Oh, Martin, look, you may not be a doctor after tomorrow, but I want you to know I'm very proud to consider you my friend.

(Bert) Doc, is he okay?

I think he had a few too many.

Not a great advert for our special blend.

He'd stopped drinking, he had a problem.

-Didn't he tell you?

-He might have, in passing.

(Martin) Why did you serve him?

It's so irresponsible.

(Joe) Don't worry, Doc, I'm coming tomorrow to speak up for you.

-Oh, uh, that's not necessary.

-It's my duty, Doc.

I've got your back.

(door closing) (melancholy music) ♪ Oh.

Uh.

(groaning) ♪ (whimpering) Oh.

I'm so sorry for last night.

(Martin) That wasn't very clever, was it?

(Chris) No, you're right.

Oh, Louisa.

My behavior was inexcusable.

(Louisa) Let's just forget it.

(Martin) You should take an anti-convulsant for six months, and go and see your GP.

I'll write you a letter explaining the details of your fit.

(Morwenna) Morning, Doc, I've got Beth Traywick's blood test results.

(Martin) Uh, right, can you get hold of her for me, please?

-Yeah.

-Oh, Martin, you said you'd stop practicing.

(Martin) And you said you weren't drinking, Chris Parsons.

You're hardly in a position to lecture anyone.

(Chris) Been a very difficult time.

Louisa... Oh... Look, honestly, I--I wouldn't dream of... Well, you know.

-I was very drunk.

-I understand.

-Oh!

-No!

-Oh, no, I'm sorry.

-Cloth.

(Chris) Is it okay?

Um... (Louisa) Let's try it.

(tense music) It's not switching on.

(Chris) Well, there's a repair place in Truro.

(Louisa) I don't have time to get it repaired, Chris, because my essay is due in at 12:00.

(Martin) Well, you'll just have to tell them what happened.

(Louisa) Martin, "I spilled something on my computer" is like the new "dog ate my homework."

It'll look like I didn't do it, or I couldn't do it.

♪ It's fine, it's fine.

It's fine.

I've got my notes.

♪ Martin, can I use the computer in the consulting room?

(Martin) Yes, of course you can.

♪ (Chris) Bye.

Sorry.

(door closing) I should go and, um, change, you know, for the hearing.

Shower.

Again, I... -Sorry.

-Hm.

(whirring) (Bert) I'm telling you, that man cannot hold his drink.

(Al) Well, let's see how strong it is.

(Bert) Ooh, see, it's not that bad.

(Al) Yeah, except you have to multiply the alcohol percentage by two to determine the proof, which means it is... ♪ ...eighty-eight percent.

Dad, you could've killed him.

(Bert) That's great.

(Al) He was almost taken away in an ambulance.

Which part of that is great?

(Bert) There is a market for strong whiskey, and we've found an easy way of making it.

Follow the silver lining.

(Al) Even if that means stepping over a few corpses to get there?

-Morning, Chris.

-Hello, Chris.

(Chris) I can normally handle my drink.

What was in that whiskey?

(Bert) My own special recipe.

Didn't you like it?

(Beth) I'm not staying.

I just came to return these papers.

Plus, I heard about your husband, his passing, so I guess that explains your erratic behavior.

(Sally) I told you not to go and see the doc.

Well, luckily, I don't need to do what you tell me to.

You were acting as if you were some kind of a stalker.

(Beth) Me?

You're the one who's peering in the windows like some kind of pervert.

(Sally) You have had so many husbands, you are just after the next one.

-You're insane.

-No, you're making up illnesses just so that you can cozy up to some happily married man.

(Beth) He thinks you're nuts as well.

-You know that, right?

-No, that's a lie.

No, that--we have a very special relationship, the doctor and I.

-In your dreams.

-No!

Take that back.

-It's the truth.

-It's not the truth.

-Deal with it.

-No.

(Beth) Let go of me, you psycho!

(shouting) (clattering) (dramatic music) ♪ (Martin) Um, I'm off to the hearing now.

I'll just finish this and I'll see you up there.

(Martin) Well, don't rush your essay.

It's important.

And so is the hearing.

I'll make sure I'm there for the start.

Thank you.

Good luck, Doc.

Fingers crossed, eh?

(birds squawking) (cellphone ringing) Yes, Mrs. Tishell.

What is it?

(Beth) I can't breathe.

(Sally) Yes, you can breathe, come on.

-Don't touch me.

-Calm down, for goodness' sake.

(Martin) What's going on?

-Have you called an ambulance?

-Yes.

At first I thought she was overreacting 'cause she is an American.

-What seems to be the problem?

-I can't breathe.

-Any chest pain?

-Yes.

(Martin) Let's have a listen.

I was trying to contact you earlier.

(Beth) Oh?

-I can hear a pleural rub.

-What?

(Martin) God, what's happened to your leg?

-I fell over yesterday.

-She fell.

Fell.

(Martin) Well, the knock must have created a clot that's formed a pulmonary embolism.

-What?

-The clot travels up and lodges itself in an artery in your lung.

That's why I tried to call you yesterday.

Your test results show that you don't have haemochromatosis but you do have polycythaemia rubra vera.

-What's that?

-That's a condition that leaves you susceptible to blood clots.

Your bone marrow is creating too many red blood cells and your blood is thickening, anyway, you can look all this up on the internet.

-I need to do this.

-She wasn't pushed at all, Doctor, or anything, it was just an accident.

(Martin) Well, it was very fortunate.

-You... -If she hadn't collapsed, it might've gone undetected and she could've had a heart attack or a stroke.

Oh.

See, the doctor is just going to inject you -with a blood thinner.

-You don't need to say that.

(Sally) No, perhaps you shouldn't be doing that and, remember, you're not supposed to be practicing, remember?

(Martin) Be quiet.

Doctor, just to be clear.

Did you say that that fall saved her life?

(Martin) Um, whatever.

You can stay here with her until the ambulance comes, -I've gotta go.

-Don't leave me with this woman.

-Why not?

-Because I didn't just fall.

(Sally) You--you really have to get to your hearing now, Doctor.

Why, what happened?

I didn't just fall, I-- (Sally) I saved your li-- (Martin) What?

I didn't just fall.

I tripped.

(Martin) Right, well, that clears that up.

(melancholy music) (door closing) (Sally) Would you like a cup of tea?

No.

♪ Bill.

It's Joe.

Bill.

♪ (cellphone ringing) ♪ (Louisa) Martin, you're late.

What happened?

Are you okay?

(Martin) Yes, I'm fine.

There was an emergency.

(valet) Thank you, sir.

♪ -Oh, Martin.

-I got delayed.

A patient with a pulmonary embolism.

(Chris) Oh, look, you're not supposed to be treating people, and you can't be late for your own hearing.

(Martin) Then stop talking at me and get rid of your coffee cup.

(Chris) Oh.

(clearing throat) (Professor Langan) The ability has never been in doubt.

Dr. Ellingham.

Good to see you again.

(Martin) Yes, Professor.

(Professor Langan) Well, I knew you'd decided to disappear off to the middle of nowhere, but I didn't think I'd be dragged there, too.

And I must say, I didn't expect to see you at one of these things.

"Passing out on top of a patient."

What has happened to you, Martin?

(Martin) I didn't pass out on top of a patient.

-Is that an official question?

-No.

No, that was small talk.

And I forgot, you don't partake.

Right.

Well, let's get this show on the road, then, shall we?

Bill!

I know you're in there.

I need you to fix the crack in my head.

(dramatic music) ♪ Bill?

♪ (shattering) ♪ Bill, are you okay?

(Bill) Aye, yeah.

I think I passed out.

Can you take me to the hospital?

(Joe) I can, but I'm giving testimony at the Doc's hearing.

(Bill) Ah, this hand, this bloody hand.

I'm losing all feeling in it.

I'm really worried.

(Joe) It's just he's depending on me.

(Bill) Joe.

Please?

(sighing) (Chris) Uh, I think, um, maybe Dr. Ellingham could start by talking about how he feels about Alice Taylor's complaint, if he's maybe sorry and wants to show that.

(Martin) Ms. Taylor is entitled to her opinion.

(doctor) You collapsed during the procedure?

No, I collapsed after the procedure.

Well, I fail to see the difference.

Then I'm glad you're not my doctor.

(doctor) Well, let me rephrase my statement for you then.

You collapsed due to a procedure.

Is that satisfactory, or do you wish to continue arguing semantics?

I didn't collapse due to a procedure.

The procedure was finished.

Is that clear enough for you?

(Professor Langan) Martin, this isn't the first complaint we've had about you.

You've already been under investigation for your rude and condescending behavior.

That was a matter of opinion.

It's on record.

It's still an opinion, it's not a fact.

(Professor Langan) Well, some people might say that you're being rude and condescending now.

(Martin) Would they?

I couldn't comment.

(Professor Langan) Let's be honest, Martin.

Manners are one thing, but the real issue is your haemophobia.

A doctor who cannot stand the sight of blood.

That goes to the very heart of the job.

(intense music) (Bill) This isn't the hospital.

♪ (Joe) I've just got to nip in and help the doc, give in my testimony.

(Bill) What?

(Joe) Bill, just stay in the car.

Listen to the radio or something.

The patient had already passed out.

No harm was done.

She experienced complications because she failed to follow my instructions.

(Professor Langan) What if the procedure hadn't been over?

What if it had been more serious?

Are you asking me to comment on a hypothetical situation?

(Professor Langan) I am asking you to consider a truth, Martin, which is that your haemophobia ensures that you are not capable of providing genuine help.

-Is the doc in there?

-Yes.

(Joe) I've written down what I've got to say.

They're not taking testimonies.

(Bill) Joe, please, can we go?

(Joe) I told you to wait in the car.

(Ruth) Let me look at that.

This is very bad.

-His hand has turned black.

-I told you.

(Ruth) We need Martin now.

(Louisa) But, Ruth, are you sure we should interrupt?

It could make Martin's situation worse.

(Ruth) This is very serious.

Go and get his bag.

(Professor Langan) You have a grave problem that you have not dealt with.

(Ruth) Excuse me.

There's a medical emergency outside.

Martin, you need to come.

(Professor Langan) We're in the middle of a hearing.

(Joe) Oh, Doc, sorry, Doc.

I told him not to come in.

Oh, would now be a good time for my testimony?

No.

-What happened?

-It was Penhale.

(Joe) No, it was his idea.

-What happened?

-Well, there was a ganglion, and we hit it with a book and all this blood came out.

There was so much blood we put a bandage around it and, well, it seemed all right.

(Martin) It's most certainly not all right.

Look at his hand, it's almost black.

It's not a ganglion, it's a burst radial artery aneurysm.

Your bandaging has cut off the blood supply to his hand.

Unless we do something right now, he runs the risk of losing it.

-What?

-The sooner we restore the blood flow to your hand, the better chance you have of saving it.

Now sit down there.

-My medical bag is in the car.

-Louisa's gone to get it.

Right.

Uh, Penhale, I need clean towels and water.

-On it.

-Ruth, can you call the hospital, tell them to have a vascular surgeon standing by?

-Yes.

-Here.

(Martin) Well done.

Thank you.

♪ Professor Langan, you'll have to assist me.

Put those on.

I'll have to tie off the radial artery so the ulnar artery can supply blood to his hand.

♪ First, I've got to cut this dressing off.

Can you be ready with that pad to apply pressure as soon as I do?

(groaning) ♪ (Professor Langan) You'll need to enlarge the wound.

I don't need instruction, just hold his hand steady.

(Ruth) The hospital is standing by, Martin.

(Bill) Ahh!

Ohh!

Dr. Ellingham?

(Louisa) Martin.

Is there anything I can do?

(Martin) No, thank you.

I'm fine.

♪ (Bill) Ahh!

(grunting) (Martin) Hold that clamp in place.

(heavy breathing) ♪ (Joe) Got the stuff, Doc.

Didn't know if you wanted still or sparkling water.

-Stop talking.

-I got both.

♪ (grunting) ♪ And release the clamp.

(groaning) ♪ Has anyone called an ambulance?

(Joe) I'll drive him, Doc.

Even though it was his fault.

-You whacked it.

-I think what's happening is you've lost a lot of blood and it's making you delirious.

(Professor Langan) It's a shame, Martin.

You're wasted down here.

(Ruth) He just saved a man's life.

Something he does on a regular basis.

(Chris) I'd hardly call that wasted.

And I think it's quite clear, whatever issues you think Martin has, he's obviously coping just fine.

(vomiting) (clearing throat) We should, uh, should talk.

(water trickling) (whirring) (indistinct chatter) (Chris) Right.

(Professor Langan) Are you all right?

Yes.

(Professor Langan) I'm not denying you're good at your job.

Seeing you at work just now reminds me of what surgery has lost with your absence.

(Martin) Then why are you trying to stop me from doing it?

(Professor Langan) I'm not comfortable with someone practicing medicine with a pre-existing phobia that could affect treatment.

Yeah.

(Martin) What do I have to do to stay here?

(Professor Langan) You can continue to practice, but only if we can monitor you.

I have to see some sort of change, improvement, and I have to see it soon.

Otherwise, I have no choice.

I have a duty of care as well.

Thank you.

(Louisa) Well done.

(Martin) It was actually quite a straightforward procedure.

(Louisa) Really?

An operation performed without the necessary equipment on a table in a hotel.

Do you think what's-his-name's right?

Are you wasted down here?

-No.

-You hesitated.

(Martin) I'm glad I'm here.

(melancholy music) (Louisa) Do you know, I think I can help you with your haemophobia.

I've been reading about this technique, eye movement desensitization and reprocessing.

(Martin) Yes, I'm aware of it.

(Louisa) I think it may have some value.

-Based on?

-How it engages the brain's natural information processing systems.

-What do you think?

-I think it's unproven and borderline nonsensical.

(Louisa) But in terms of a coping mechanism, the outcome studies have been very impressive.

(Martin) Shoddy pseudoscience.

(Louisa) You just threw up in a bin, Martin, in front of a panel of your peers.

(Martin) Yes, I did.

But they're not my peers.

(Louisa) Martin.

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