(theme music) ♪ ♪ (seabirds calling, indistinct chatter) ♪ (seabirds calling) ♪ (soft music) ♪ (knocks) Ruth!

♪ Ruth.

Are you okay?

(Ruth) I'm fine, thank you, Martin.

(Doc Martin) Louisa said you had a medical problem.

(Ruth) That was something of a white lie.

(Doc Martin) What?

Why is it so dark in here?

(Ruth) So that we can see the screen better.

There is a medical problem, Martin, but it's you and your hemophobia.

(Doc Martin) Oh, for goodness' sake!

(Ruth) The GMC have you assisting at an operation in Truro hospital tomorrow.

And I will cope!

You fainted again.

That was an aberration.

They're sending Bernard Newton.

Are they?

How do you know?

He got in touch with me yesterday to ask about you.

Well, that's good news.

Oh, yes.

As long as you don't have one of your turns again, right in front of him.

(Doc Martin) Right, what is this new therapy?

(Ruth) Sit down right here.

Flooding is a well-regarded desensitization method for overcoming phobias, but it works much better if you're relaxed.

So I want you to tense all your muscles as tightly as you can, like this... ...and then release.

Now, keep doing it.

(Doc Martin) What are you doing?

Be quiet, just try and relax.

(projector whirring) I should organize a dinner for Bernard.

I've done that already for tonight.

He's staying at The Crab and Lobster, so I thought we'd eat there.

That's a terrible idea, we'll eat at the surgery.

That's fine, but will you please now try and relax?

I'm going to show you a series of blood-related images increasing in severity, but first, tense and release, it really does make a difference.

(projector clicks) (Doc Martin) Really?

(Ruth) Well, I told you they increase in severity.

(projector clicks) (Doc Martin) That's paint.

(projector clicks) (Ruth) Now, I want you to concentrate on the texture of the blood.

The color, the thickness, the smell.

(projector clicks) (tense music) The journey it takes through the veins.

(projector clicks) The way the heart pumps the blood through the body.

(projector clicks) 140 milliliters of blood within each heartbeat.

70 beats-a-minute.

(projector clicks) A severed artery will spurt blood for about 30 seconds for a distance of over six feet.

(retches) ♪ (spits) Oh, dear.

You weren't sick!

(Doc Martin) No.

Are you all right there, Doc?

I've got some post for you in my bag.

Do you want it now?

(Ruth) Come back inside.

I think you're beginning to make progress.

(Doc splutters) Can you say D?

D is for dog.

Can you say D for dog?

-Buddy.

-Buddy!

Yes!

Oh, Buddy is a dog, isn't he?

(Doc Martin) Morning, James.

(Louisa) All right?

How did it go?

(Doc Martin) Oh, I see, you were aware of all that, were you?

(Louisa) Yeah, sorry.

Did it work?

(Doc Martin) Uh, well, it's only a temporary solution, but Ruth thinks it should see me through the next 24 hours, yes.

Anyway, it turns out that Bernard Newton is doing the surgery and assessing for the GMC.

(Louisa) So, who's Bernard Newton?

(Doc Martin) He used to be my tutor and my mentor and we worked alongside one another.

(Louisa) Was he good?

(Doc Martin) He was and is one of the best, yes.

(Louisa) So, you don't need to worry any more?

(Doc Martin) I wasn't worried.

-Doc!

-Front door.

(Janice) It never used to be an issue.

(Doc Martin) You used to be the nanny.

-It's an emergency.

-What is?

(Janice) Here, me, blotches, very itchy.

Not a good look for a maid of honor.

-Janice!

-Hello, handsome.

(Louisa) Oh, no, no, no!

Oh, no, please.

You might be infectious.

-Oh, good point.

-Come through.

(Bert) So, there'll be hay bales either side, right?

And at the end, there'll be the arch, right?

-Hay bales?

-My idea.

I thought hay bales would look more rustic.

-Mm.

-It'll look nice.

Trust me.

(Joe) So, where do I stand?

(Morwenna) Oh, you will be down the front with Al.

My dad's officiating, so he'll be in the middle of the arch and, then, my mum's gonna walk me down the aisle because my dad will be at the front.

How's the arch looking?

Where's Pippa?

(Joe) She's up at the school working on it.

(Al) Yeah.

(cell phone rings) (Morwenna) Oh.

Sorry.

Hello?

(Joe) So where do I make the speech?

(Al) No, I have told you, it's a beach-front buffet afterwards, no speeches.

And you stand there.

Are you sure this is what you want, me stood to the side?

(Al) Yes, Joe, I'm sure.

Well, I'm feeling my role has been minimized somewhat.

(Al) Well, I'm sorry you don't feel like you'd be the center of attention on our wedding day.

(Joe) Well, it's not all about you.

I mean, it's a lot about you.

(Morwenna) Okay, all right, I'll speak to you soon, bye.

(Al) Just stay there, Joe.

(Morwenna sighs) What's happened?

(Morwenna) Mum and Dad missed their flight.

-They can't make the wedding.

-Oh!

Why?

(Morwenna) There's a flash flood outside the village they're staying at and all the roads to Mombasa are closed.

(Al) Mm.

(Morwenna) But this means we have no one to officiate and no one to walk me down the aisle.

(Al) Mm.

(Morwenna) Maybe we should postpone.

(Al) Well, I mean, if that's what you want, but it's just everything's set up.

The invitations have all gone out.

(Morwenna) Well, who are we gonna find at such short notice?

(Al) You go to work, I'll sort this.

(Morwenna) Really?

(Al) Really.

Go.

-Okay, um... -Yeah.

(Morwenna) Call me if there's any update.

(Al) I will do, yeah.

(Doc Martin) Yes, you have hives.

(Janice) Can you make it go away?

(Doc Martin) Well, the cleanup rate depends on what's caused it.

Common triggers are certain foods, medication, infections.

(Janice) Yeah, yeah, I meant go away, like, right now!

(Doc Martin) You don't have any allergies, do you?

-No.

-Are you on any medication?

-No.

-Any muscle soreness?

-No.

-Shortness of breath?

-No.

-Vomiting?

-No.

-Diarrhea?

-Urgh!

-Your skin's a funny color.

(Janice) It's called a tan, I was in Spain.

(Doc Martin) Well, you're not jaundiced.

Is there any stress in your life?

(Janice) Oh, God, yeah.

Mega-stressful.

-Where do you want me to begin?

-I don't.

I'll write you a prescription for some antihistamines.

Fexofenadine.

One tablet, twice a day.

(seabirds calling) (Janice) I think you're right, though, it's the stress.

Thinking of setting up a nail salon in Weybridge, a lot of planning.

Then there's Morwenna's wedding.

(Morwenna) Sorry, Doc, I know I'm late.

(Doc Martin) Yeah.

Ross Abbott.

-Where were you?

-Medical emergency.

(Morwenna) Well, what kind of emergency?

(Janice) I've got chives!

From stress.

Like, helping you plan your wedding.

(Morwenna) Oh, I'm not entirely sure there's gonna be a wedding.

My mum and dad can't make it.

(Janice) Because they disapprove of Al, I saw that one coming.

(Morwenna) No, because the roads to the airports are closed.

(Janice) Aww!

Thanks, anyway.

-No good?

-This is a disaster.

(Joe) You're not going to postpone, are you?

(Al) Oh, we've just got half the village helping out, kids building an arch, Bert and Caitlin doing the buffets.

Plus, she might change her mind.

I'm not worried about that, Joe.

(Joe) Listen, you've got enough to worry about.

I'll call the churches and registry offices, speak to people I know at the local council, contact any registered celebrants.

(Al) You know a lot about this, Joe.

(Joe) I've waited all my life to be a best man.

Tell Morwenna I'll find someone.

Trust me.

I'm a policeman.

-Hello.

-Oh, hello!

-Come in.

-Oh.

(Louisa) Is everything okay?

(Pippa) Yeah, great.

Just finished up the kids' art class.

Holiday club, lovely kids.

(Louisa) Pippa, what's wrong?

(Pippa) Look, you know I'm temporary head.

I thought maybe, if I was more active in the community it would help me secure the job.

(Louisa) Well, yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

(Pippa) Yeah, so I said to Morwenna that me and the holiday club kids would decorate the wedding arch with paper flowers.

Except, I'd forgotten how much kids like to muck around.

(Louisa) So, how close are you to finishing?

(Pippa) Well, if I had an extra pair of hands, I think, very close.

With some work.

(Louisa) Okay, give me half an hour and I'll come and help.

Although, Martin's got a dinner here later that I really need to be at.

But, no, it's fine, I'll just tell him I'll be a little bit late.

Yes!

(Morwenna) Okay, are you sure?

Okay.

Okay, I trust you.

All right.

Thanks, Al.

(Doc Martin) Mrs. House?

Um, Doc?

-One sec.

-Oh?

(Morwenna) Um, I need a small favor for tomorrow.

(Doc Martin) Yes?

Sit down.

(Morwenna) We've decided to go ahead with the wedding, one way or another.

It's my day, and all that.

(Doc Martin) And what's the favor?

(Morwenna) I need someone to walk me down the aisle.

(Doc Martin) Right.

(Morwenna) Great!

You'll do it, thanks.

(Doc Martin) Oh, um, sorry, I didn't realize you were asking me.

Um, I can't, I've got the assisted surgery in Truro that day, so... (Morwenna) Uh, well, I checked your schedule and you will be back in time.

(Doc Martin) Really?

Right, well, I'll be there if I can.

Yeah.

(Morwenna) Obviously, you'll need to, um, give a big speech and be part of the first dance.

(Doc Martin) Oh.

Oh, no, no.

That's a joke, Doc.

Just walk me down the aisle.

That's all.

On you go, Wendy.

(Doc Martin) Yes, come on.

(seabirds calling, indistinct laughter) (Julia) Louisa!

You've lost something.

(Louisa) Sorry, was he 'round at yours again?

(Julia) He was and congratulations are in order.

You're a grandmother.

(Louisa) Sorry, I'm not quite following.

(Julia) Shelly had her litter and Buddy's the father.

And while it's great he wants to be such a hands-on dad, she really needs to get some rest.

(Louisa) Are you sure it's Buddy?

(Julia) Quite sure.

Would you like half the litter?

(Louisa) Well, I would, yeah, but I'd imagine Martin wouldn't, and I really do need to discuss it with him first, though.

(Julia) Well, I can talk to him, if you like.

I need to chat to him about something, anyway.

(Louisa) Oh, no, no, no.

Now is not a very good time.

He's busy.

But I'm sorry, I'm sort of in the middle of something, too.

And, yeah, I will get back to you about those puppies, though.

-Right.

-Buddy!

(bright music) Come on, Buddy.

♪ (indistinct speaking) Come along.

♪ (seabirds calling, waves crashing) (Al) Joe, I've been trying to get hold of you.

(Joe) Yeah, I'm a little bit busy, Al.

It's a wedding tomorrow, things to do.

(Al) Have you found an officiator yet?

(Joe) Yes, I did.

He's coming over from Camborne first thing.

Really?

(Joe) What, you thought I'd mess it up?

No.

Thanks.

(Joe) I'm just here to make your life easier.

It's my job as best man.

Now, give me a hand with these lights.

Otherwise, you'll have your first dance in the dark.

(Al) I've told you, Joe, no first dances.

(evocative music) ♪ (laughter) (Mrs. Tishell) Tell us some more.

(Bernard) Actually, I do remember one of his-- one of his early operations.

He was--he was the lead, you know, the boss.

And the operating tables, you know, they're designed to tilt in all directions, you know, to give you access, you know.

But they're only supposed to do it when you want them to.

Suddenly, the table just-- (demonstrates verbally) -Oh!

-What did he do?

(Bernard) Well, he leaned over.

He leaned over and just carried-- just carried on regardless.

And he said, "Someone, fix this table."

(laughter) (Mrs. Tishell) Oh, that's... (Doc Martin) I don't remember it being quite so simple.

-Oh!

-Ah, Martin.

Martin, Martin.

By Jove, you look awfully healthy.

What is it, the sea air, or something?

(Doc Martin) Mm.

The house is just up the hill, why don't you follow me?

(Bernard) Well, what's the rush?

Let's have one for the hill.

I believe there's a rather special whisky here, distilled on the premises.

(Doc Martin) Yes, also responsible for poisoning a number of people.

(Bernard) Marvelous, more customers for you.

Splendid.

Two whiskies, please.

(Doc Martin) I don't drink.

(Bernard) Oh.

Neither you do.

Oh, well, one--one--one water and one water of life, thank you very much.

(Mrs. Tishell) Professor Newton was just saying how you were his favorite student.

(Bernard) Ah, I may have said I was fond of him.

I'm not sure if I said he was my favorite.

Although, that may have been the case.

It was a privilege to have such a great teacher.

(Bernard) Thank you, Martin.

So, cheers.

(Bert) Well!

(Bernard) Right!

Thank you very much indeed for your generous hospitality.

(seabirds calling) (Pippa) So we put these wooden feet on to keep the arch up, but it's very wobbly.

(arch thudding) (Louisa) I just think you need to put another wedge over that side.

(Pippa gasps) (Pippa) Oh, right, good idea.

(Louisa) Look, I'll concentrate on the flowers.

And if we work hard, we can get this all finished within the hour.

(Pippa) And what if we can't?

(Louisa) Look, we will.

Because I've got this dinner I need to get back for and paper flowers were kind of my specialty when I had to cover art classes, you know, Pippa.

(Pippa) They, um...

They want you back, you know?

The Board of Governors.

(Louisa) Really, have they said that?

(Pippa) No, but they were very clear to stress the acting in "acting head" to me.

Probably don't think I'm good enough.

(Louisa) Oh, I doubt that very much.

But if it will help, I can write you a letter of recommendation.

(saw whirring) (Pippa) Really, you'd do that for me?

-'Course.

-Oh, thank you.

Honestly, I know I can do the job.

(gasps) (screams) (Louisa) What happened?

(Pippa pants) (Pippa) F-f-finger!

(Louisa) Okay, okay, don't panic, don't... (Pippa) Don't panic, I just cut off my finger!

(Louisa) Buddy, shush!

Okay, we've gotta find a first-aid kit.

-Where's the first-aid kit?

-I left it on the peg.

-Which peg?

-Over there, the peg!

-What peg?

-The peg!

(Pippa panting) (Louisa) You keep-- you've got to stay calm, Pippa, you have to stay really calm.

(Pippa) Yes, calm.

(Louisa) All right, yeah.

Let's just wrap this 'round your hand.

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

Oh, sorry!

Elevate it, elevate your hand.

Elevate your hand.

Keep it high up.

Pippa, where's your finger?

(soft, tense music) (Louisa gasps) No!

Oh, God.

Right, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna get a food bag and some ice from the freezer.

And I'm gonna call Martin.

Buddy!

♪ (Bernard) I imagined that the road to the surgery would be lined with angry farmers wielding, you know, scythes and pitchforks.

They usually wait till nightfall.

(Bernard laughs) (Bernard) So, Martin, who would have thought it, eh?

A home, wife, child, you know.

Where are they, by the way?

My wife's name is Louisa.

She is training to be a counselor and she is currently helping out at the local school.

She'll join us later on.

And my son's name is James and he's sleeping upstairs.

(Bernard) Right.

So presumably you spent childhood holidays here, -did you?

-Yes, most of them.

(Bernard) Yeah.

It's interesting, isn't it, that this is where you chose to run to when everything went wrong?

Uh, I didn't run, I needed a job.

(Bernard) Yes, but-- but some might say that what you needed to do was dig in and fight, you know, and of course that fight has now followed you to your doorstep.

Thank you very much.

(Ruth) Have you read through the GMC report so far?

(Bernard) I have, with a growing sense of horror.

I mean, insulting patients, electrocution...

I mean, you stormed out of the phlebotomy refresher thing.

And then there was the farce with the-- with the mock surgery.

Good heavens.

Those tests are a waste of time.

Bureaucracy, box ticking.

(Bernard) I agree, but at the root of this, Martin, is you.

You fainted on a patient!

(Bernard laughs) You see, that's why you should come back to surgery.

Because we only see them when they're unconscious.

You have taken steps, haven't you?

I mean, to deal with this hemophobia thing.

It doesn't affect my ability to work.

He's put a lot of effort into bringing it under control.

(Bernard) Good, good.

Well, the GMC will certainly listen to my recommendations.

(Doc Martin) I'm not asking for any favors.

If you don't think I'm fit for surgery, then you must say so.

(Bernard) Oh, no, no, no, of course, I'll be completely honest in my assessment.

More or less.

(birds chirping) (Louisa) I've put the finger on ice and now I'm gonna call Martin.

(Pippa) Okay.

Oh.

(Louisa) Pippa, I think I'm gonna throw up.

(Pippa) Well, don't faint around me, I'm relying on you.

(Louisa) Buddy, no, stay.

-Buddy, no, Buddy, Buddy!

-My finger!

(Louisa) No, no, no, bad dog!

Buddy!

Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy.

Buddy!

-Buddy, Buddy!

-My finger.

(quirky music) My finger!

Wait!

-Buddy!

-My finger!

-Buddy, stop.

-Finger!

-Stop it!

-Wait!

(Ruth) I read they held a dinner for you.

(Bernard) Yes, yes, 20 years of the old Newton Duct Retractor.

(chuckles) Any excuse to open champagne, you know.

(Doc Martin) It's richly deserved.

Your invention instantly became a staple of surgical instruments.

(Bernard) Well, tricky though.

When your greatest competition is your younger self.

That's why I wish you'd come back, Martin.

-Come back to surgery?

-Mm, yes.

I mean, it's all so corporate now.

You know, it's all firm handshakes and--and-- and straight lines.

You--you kept us on our-- on our toes.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

(chuckles) (knocks) (Mrs. Tishell) Doctor, I wondered if you'd like a home-baked pie.

(Doc Martin) Uh, no, thank you, goodnight.

-What's in it?

-Current and saffron.

(Bernard) Sa--cur-- that sounds unexpected.

Worth a try, I think.

(Mrs. Tishell) Oh, yes.

♪ -(barking) -Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Get out, get out.

-Me?

-Both of you.

(Mrs. Tishell) What's that on the floor?

(Bernard) That rather looks like a human finger.

(Louisa) Buddy!

Where is it?

What, the finger?

(Pippa) My finger!

(Louisa) There's been an accident, I was about to phone you and Buddy just grabbed the bag and sped off with it.

That sounds very careless.

(Doc Martin) Well, you've wrapped it in gauze and put it on ice, -that's good.

-In what world is this good?

(Doc Martin) Uh, come with me.

She's got to go to hospital.

(Doc Martin) No, she hasn't got time.

I'll reattach it now, the finger's got a better chance of reconnecting the sooner it's done.

Martin, you're a GP, it's beyond your remit.

(Doc Martin) It's in the patient's best interests.

And I could use a second pair of hands when it comes to suturing.

There's fish in the oven, might be a bit dry.

There's capers in the jar.

Well, I suppose that's dinner over.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm so sorry I was late, it's all been a bit... -Louisa Ellingham.

-Oh, hello.

-Bernard Newton.

-I've heard so much about you.

(Bernard) And I've heard absolutely nothing about you, which is a real shame.

I'm so sorry to be rude, I'm the second pair of hands.

(Louisa) Of--of course.

It's good to meet you.

(Mrs. Tishell) Mm.

Isn't he marvelous?

♪ (soft music) (Pippa) It feels numb.

♪ (Doc Martin) That'll be the anesthetic taking effect.

(Pippa) Oh, I can't look.

(Bernard) Well, you're more than welcome to look at me.

(Pippa) Am I going to lose it?

(Doc Martin) There's a good chance you won't.

Although, around 50% of patients suffer difficulties afterwards.

Motion and sensation deficit.

And an increased sensitivity to cold temperatures.

(Pippa) Oh, I can't believe this.

(Bernard) No, he knows what he's doing.

At least he used to.

I don't think much has changed.

(Pippa) Oh, you have a lovely bedside manner.

(Bernard) I've sat on a lot of beds.

(Doc Martin) Can you steady the finger whilst I prepare the site, -please?

-Mm-hm.

(Doc retches) (Pippa) Are you okay?

-Martin?

-Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

(Ruth) That was smart of you, putting it on ice, but not directly, so as to protect the tissue.

(Louisa) I suppose I've picked up bits and pieces from Martin over the years.

(James) I woke up, noisy.

(Louisa) Oh, dear.

I'm sorry about that.

(blocks clatter) James, you should be sleeping!

(Ruth) What are you doing with those bricks, James?

Letters.

(Louisa) They're my old letter blocks from when I was a child.

Go on, off you go, back up to bed.

I--I don't want to.

(Louisa) Well, just five more minutes.

(Ruth) Well, he seems to like those a lot.

(Louisa) I know, even though they're missing a few.

You know, I gave them to him yesterday, hoping they'd help with his letter sounds, but it's just like he constantly wants to play with these and nothing else now.

(Ruth) Well, children go through phases.

(Louisa) Mm, I hope it's that.

(Bernard) I think you'll make a marvelous headmistress.

(Pippa) Oh, I don't know.

I mean, what sort of head slices off their own finger.

(Bernard) Oh, I'd say a very dedicated one.

(Pippa) Oh!

Is it close to being finished yet?

(Bernard) Mm-hm, very.

(stitches snipping) Yep, it's elegant work, you know, very good, particularly when it comes to restoring the blood supply, very good.

(Doc Martin) That's the sutures completed, I'll dress the wound for you and put it on a splint.

(Bernard) Right, good, I'll get out of your way.

(Pippa) Oh, thank you.

You've been wonderful.

(Bernard) Oh, not at all.

You did extremely well.

In fact, we couldn't have done it without you.

-I'll see you out.

-Thank you, Doc.

-You stay there.

-Yep.

(seabirds calling) (Doc clears throat) (soft, tense music) (Bernard) Um... You--you said it wasn't an issue anymore, but I did notice a bit of a wobble just now when you saw the blood.

(Doc Martin) I said, it didn't affect my work.

(Bernard) Good, right.

Well, let's hope it'll all be better tomorrow.

-Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

-Yep.

♪ (seabirds calling) -What are you doing?

-The final check list.

-Are you nervous?

-Only in a good way.

I thought I'd feel all wound up and stressed, but I feel oddly relaxed.

-Hm.

-Nope, nope, nope.

This is all wrong.

You can't see each other on the morning of the wedding.

(Morwenna) We're very non-traditional.

(Janice) That's just what people say when they can't be bothered doing things properly.

You better be out of here before I do her hair and makeup, okay?

You're not spoiling everything.

(Al) Okay, okay.

(Morwenna) And you're 100% sure that Joe sorted out somebody to officiate?

(Al) Yes, I saw him yesterday, it's all set.

(Janice) I would double-check.

It's Joe.

You saw what a shambles our wedding was.

(Morwenna) Probably because you ditched him at the altar.

(Janice) Let's not play the blame game here.

(Al) So, we've got the officiator.

Let's make sure everything else is in place.

Buffet?

Decorations?

Arch?

Music, dress, suit... -Corsage?

What's-- -Dress.

-We haven't got that yet.

-Yeah, you have.

You picked it up from the drycleaners yesterday.

(Janice) Yeah, I was going to, but then I broke out in chives.

-Hives.

-And so, when I got there, the place was shut.

Don't worry, we can go there later.

Or now.

Right now, yeah.

(James) Green, yellow, and blue!

(Louisa) Mm.

You all set?

Yes.

(Louisa) Are you nervous?

No.

(Louisa) You know, even meeting Bernard briefly, I could tell he was really fond of you.

I can't help thinking that he's disappointed in me, I'm not heading up the vascular unit of a London hospital.

I think he thinks I let him down.

Do you think you let him down?

No, I don't.

I don't think how I live my life is any of his business.

-Are you still here?

-Hi, Ruth.

(Doc Martin) I don't have to be in Truro until ten.

(Ruth) What if there is traffic?

(Doc Martin) There's never traffic.

(Ruth) Until there is... James...

I've brought you something.

(Louisa) Oh, look!

Some new bricks.

Lucky boy.

You did say he was missing a few.

Right, I'd better be off.

(soft, pensive music) Good luck.

♪ (Ruth) Relax, breathe, trust the process, and you'll be fine.

(Doc Martin) Thank you.

♪ (door closes) (Louisa) He will be fine.

(Ruth) Let's hope so.

♪ (Joe) That's it, keep going.

(man) You could help, Joe.

(Joe) I am.

I'm supervising.

(panting) -They're away.

-Away?

(Morwenna) "A death in the family, gone for a few days."

-I've got to stay calm.

-Good plan.

(Morwenna) It's only my wedding.

No Mum, no Dad, no wedding dress, it's fine.

(Janice) You could wear my wedding dress.

Me and Joe never said our vows, so technically it's never been used.

(Morwenna) No.

Thank you.

It's not really my style.

-My dress is vintage.

-Yeah, I know.

So, look on the bright side.

At least now you get to wear a nice dress, not that shabby old thing.

(Morwenna) I just want one thing in this wedding to be the way we planned it.

(Janice) Joe!

Joe can help.

Joe!

Over here.

(panting) (coughs) -What's happened?

-The drycleaners are shut and her dress is inside.

So, I'm going to break in and give it back.

(Joe) Morwenna, stop.

You're not thinking this through.

You can't just chuck a stone through a door.

(Morwenna) No.

I know.

I know.

(Joe) You need to target the right pane.

Give.

♪ (glass shatters) ♪ In you go.

Don't touch anything else.

♪ (Janice) You just broke in.

(Joe) I'll get Bert to fix it.

They'll never know.

(Janice) No, no.

That was bad.

You are a bad boy.

And I'm finding that oddly attractive.

I feel a bit dizzy.

I'm flattered, but that ship has sunk.

We split for a reason.

(Janice) I need you to hold me.

(coughs) (Joe) And part of me wants to, I really do, but... Maybe we could just throw caution to the wind?

(Janice hyperventilating) -What happened?

-Me.

I happened.

(Janice) It feels like I can't breathe.

Weight on my chest, heart racing, help me!

(Joe) She's got it bad.

(Morwenna) I don't think it's anything to do with you, Joe.

Right.

Stay calm, I'm a first-aid responder.

(Janice) I don't want you, call the doc.

(Morwenna) The doc's not here, he's in Truro, but I can get him on the phone though.

Um, now, I just need you to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.

(exhaling) (cell phone rings) ♪ -Morwenna?

-Doc, uh, something's happened to Janice.

She's struggling for breath.

Her pulse is elevated.

-I think it might be sunstroke.

-It's not sunstroke, I've not been in the sun for days.

(Morwenna) Hold on a second.

Why are you so tan, then?

-It's just my natural color.

-Janice... ♪ (Janice) I've been using self-tan.

Milano Tan.

You inject it.

(Morwenna) Doc, she's been injecting something called Milano Tan.

It's a synthetic hormone injected into the skin to encourage it to darken.

Is her mouth swollen?

Or her lips?

(Morwenna) Uh, no.

(Doc Martin) Can she breathe?

(Morwenna) She's struggling, but she is breathing okay.

(Doc Martin) Any change in her hives?

(Morwenna) Um... ♪ No, they look the same.

She's having an allergic reaction.

Tell her to take a double dose of the antihistamine that I prescribed, and get some rest.

And stop injecting herself, that's clearly the trigger.

(Morwenna) Righto.

Understood.

(Doc Martin) And tell her she's an idiot.

(Morwenna) Don't worry, Doc, I'll tell her.

(Janice) Can I still go to the wedding?

(Morwenna) What about the wedding?

She'll be fine to go.

But call me if she doesn't improve.

(Morwenna) All right, I'll see you there.

Good luck in Truro.

What were you thinking?

(Janice) I wanted to look nice for Joe.

(Joe) There we are.

(Janice) So he'd see how amazing and together my life was and then he would be miserable.

(Joe) I'll take that.

It's still a win.

(soft, pensive music) ♪ ♪ (Bernard) Good morning.

Mrs. Pearce?

-Yes.

-Good.

Good to get the patient right.

How are you feeling this morning?

(Mrs. Pearce) I'm in hospital, how do you think I'm feeling?

(Bernard chuckles) (Bernard) I know.

A little hungry I imagine, hmm?

Perhaps a little apprehensive, hm?

Now, I know this is a big day for you, but it's a routine one for us, so... Now, that's Dr. Ellingham.

He's actually-- he's a a GP in Portwenn.

No, don't worry, I'm doing the surgery.

He's just my assistant.

-Is he qualified?

-Well, I certainly hope so, I've taught him everything I know.

Dr. Ellingham, would you like to, um...?

Yes.

You are having an open cholecystectomy.

Because of previous abdominal surgeries on your duodenal ulcer, keyhole surgery's not an option due to the high number of internal adhesions.

Is it really necessary?

(Doc Martin) Yes, of course it's necessary.

That's why we're performing an operation.

So, I don't have a choice?

No, you do have a choice.

You can choose not to have the operation and die a very painful death.

(Bernard) Oh, dear.

That's a rather blunt way of saying if we don't remove the gall bladder, with all of these nasty stones causing all of this terrible pain and vomiting and all that, then, yes, I mean, there would be trouble ahead.

As I said.

Thank you, Doctor.

(Bernard) Not at all.

I'll see you later.

You won't see us, of course, I hope.

Martin, you cannot talk to patients like that.

(Doc Martin) I was being honest with her.

(Bernard) No.

No, you were being rude.

I mean, I told you years ago, you have to be considerate of patients.

If anything, your attitude seems to have worsened.

(Doc Martin) It's my job to provide the best possible medical care, not to tell them bedtime stories.

(Bernard) Ah, well, you know, sometimes a bedtime story is exactly what they need.

I mean, it's this attitude that's led you to being investigated by the GMC.

I mean... Hello.

(Ruth) How is the archway looking?

(Louisa) Yeah, it actually looks quite nice.

(Ruth) Come over here.

I want to show you something.

(soft music) Jumble up James' blocks.

(Louisa) Okay.

Hello.

(blocks clattering) ♪ -Like that?

-Mm-hm.

James?

♪ (Louisa) Are you trying to spell dog?

(James) No... ♪ Doc.

(Louisa) Very good!

That's so clever.

(Ruth) I know I'm biased, because he's my great-nephew, but I think he is gifted.

He's reading early, he's started to spell, he's introverted, he has all the hallmarks.

(Louisa) Like Martin.

(Ruth) Similar, yes.

But Martin didn't have parents who loved him.

(Louisa) Well, thank you.

I'm glad you think that.

(Ruth) Well, if I'm right, he's going to take up a lot of your time.

(Louisa) Yes.

The next year or so is going to be interesting.

Have you heard from Martin?

(Ruth) No.

I imagine they are starting now.

(Louisa) Yeah... (Bernard) Morning, everyone.

-Morning.

-Morning.

(Bernard) All well and disease-free, I trust?

-Mm-hm.

-Jolly good.

Well, just like old times, Martin, eh?

Do you miss it?

(Doc Martin) I don't really think of it in those terms.

(Bernard) I suppose not.

You know, I saw you as head of Imperial something or other by this time, not a GP by the seaside.

Worth fighting for, is it?

(Bernard chuckles) (Doc Martin) Is the patient ready for incision?

-Yep.

Ready.

-Jolly good.

Let's have a knife.

(unintelligible) upper midline.

15 centimeters and off we go.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Thank you.

Give me a self-retainer.

(tense music) Any time before tomorrow will do.

(medical equipment beeping) ♪ There we go.

Hot packs.

Thank you.

(Doc Martin) (indistinct).

♪ (Bernard) We're all set.

Right.

We are going to isolate the gallbladder.

Open forceps, thank you.

In we go.

♪ One more extractor in here.

♪ Can you give me a pair that works?

♪ Come on, you little blighter.

♪ Gotcha.

Scissors?

Thank you.

Lovely job.

♪ Would someone adjust this light?

Adjust the light!

Thank you.

No.

Just it's-- Ah, God's sake.

(Doc Martin) Do you want me to step in?

(Bernard) No.

(Doc Martin) I am here to assist.

(Bernard) I know.

♪ Here we go.

All right, separating the gallbladder now.

♪ Damn!

Clamps, clamps!

Clamps!

-You've cut the hepatic artery.

-I know that.

Suction, come on.

Suction.

Get it in there.

Give me another clamp.

(Doc inhales sharply) Do we have your full attention?

Yes.

Pulse rising to 110.

(medical equipment beeping) ♪ (Doc Martin) You need to clamp above and below the bleeding.

(Bernard) I'm leading this operation.

(Doc Martin) I do have vascular surgical experience.

(Bernard) Oh, really?

What?

Ten years of treating hemorrhoids and sore throats?

(nurse) Pulse at 120.

Blood pressure's dropping.

This is bad.

(medical equipment beeping) ♪ Give me this-- (grunting) God, come on!

-No.

-What?

(Doc Martin) No.

No.

No!

All right.

It's all yours, it's all yours.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

(medical equipment beeping) (Doc Martin) Right, give her two units of blood, make sure the proximal clamp doesn't obstruct the flow.

I'm going to do an end-to-end anastomosis.

(Doc inhales, clears throat) (medical equipment beeping) (Doc inhales sharply) ♪ (Bernard) Martin... Quiet.

♪ (inhaling and exhaling sharply) ♪ (exhales) Suction.

(device suctioning) ♪ (Bernard) Are you doing counter incisions?

(Doc Martin) So that I can make an oblique anastomosis with a large enough diameter.

(Bernard) Good.

Very good.

(Doc Martin) Double-arm suture.

(medical equipment beeping) ♪ (Bernard) Remember to keep the line loose until the posterior row is complete.

Yes.

I know.

(Bernard) Just saying.

♪ Pulse rate's stabilized at 105.

Blood pressure restored.

(Bernard) Good, good.

♪ Excellent.

♪ (retches) (vomits) Oh, for God's sake... (medical equipment beeping) (Doc coughs) ♪ (somber music) ♪ ♪ (Doc Martin) What happened in there?

(Bernard) What happened was that we nearly lost the patient!

(Doc Martin) Y--you--you were struggling!

(Bernard) I wasn't the one that threw up.

I suppose we should be thankful that you didn't puke in her abdomen.

(Doc Martin) Can we talk about this?

(Bernard) Later.

(Janice) Not my style, but maybe it was worth breaking and entering for.

(Morwenna) Are you sure you're gonna be all right?

(Janice) Yeah.

This is your day.

If I collapse again, just prop me up in the corner.

Are you ready?

(Morwenna) Yeah.

(glasses clink) -Ready.

-Excellent.

Your carriage awaits.

(Morwenna) I've got a carriage?

(Janice) No, just an expression.

We're walking there.

(Morwenna) Of course we are.

I hope the doc makes it on time.

(Janice) I'm sure he'll be there!

(birds chirping) (seabirds calling) (doorbell buzzes) Busy?

(seabirds calling) I have a wedding to go to.

Oh, poor you.

Honestly, you'll enjoy it all the more if we clear the air first.

Hm?

Come on.

Well...

I suppose we both agree that the op didn't go too well.

(Bernard chuckles) (Doc Martin) What's wrong with your eyes?

-What?

-Is it macular degeneration?

(Bernard) Mm-hm.

Irreversible, as you know.

It's quite beautiful, you know, in its own way, watching the nerve endings 'round the retina just slowly turn white and die one by one.

(Doc Martin) You can't operate as a surgeon anymore.

(Bernard) Yeah, well, I'm not the one under assessment here.

Oh, Martin, for God's sake, y... You failed every test!

Well, your rudeness to patients and to your peers, and this stubborn refusal to play the game, it's brought your career to the brink.

(soft, tense music) ♪ This doesn't have to end here, you know.

♪ But you'll ignore my faults if I ignore yours?

♪ (Bernard sighs) ♪ We both still have a great deal to offer.

♪ (Al) Caitlin.

Hey, nice to see you.

Okay?

All right?

Be good!

(Bert) Look at this good-looking boy here.

Here, this handsome son.

(Al) Hey.

So where's the officiator?

-You said you'd booked one.

-I did.

I did book one.

-Right.

-And then he cancelled this morning.

(Al) And you didn't tell me because...?

(Joe) Because I didn't wanna get your blood pressure up.

-Oh!

-I tried every other avenue, but there's nothing at this short notice, and then I thought, best idea ever, -why don't I do it?

-Oh!

(Joe) I'm an officer of the law, after all.

(Al) Because it's not legally binding!

(Joe) Technically, no, but you've just got to validate it at a registry office later.

It's just a formality.

(Al) Joe, you cannot marry us!

(Joe) I've got all the words printed out and everything.

(Caitlin) Al!

Al!

They're arriving!

(Al) Oh, this is-- I can't believe this is happening to me.

(Bert) It's gonna be fine.

(Al) Dad, it is not gonna be fine, it is gonna be a disaster!

(Bert) I don't even remember who married your mum and me, but what I do remember is how she looked, the way she smiled, and the feeling that I was the luckiest man in the world.

Now this is still gonna be the greatest day of your life, boy.

(soft music) (Al) Thanks, Dad.

♪ (Morwenna) Thank you.

(Janice) Looks all right, doesn't it?

(Morwenna) Better than all right.

♪ No sign of the doc, though.

Bert or I can walk you down.

(Morwenna) No.

No, it's fine.

I can go it alone.

♪ (Julia) Ah, Dr. Ellingham, this is fortunate.

-These are yours.

-What?

(Julia) Puppies.

Your dog impregnated my dog, so half of these are yours.

-Didn't Louisa tell you?

-No, she didn't.

Actually, there is one other thing, I was going to speak to you and Louisa about it privately, -but... -I don't have time for this.

I'm late.

(Julia) Will you father my child?

(Doc Martin) What?

(Julia) As a donor, obviously, not the other way!

(Doc Martin) You are actually asking me for sperm in the street?

-That's mad.

-I understand, it's a very emotional reaction.

(Doc Martin) Goodbye.

We can discuss it later if you like.

(puppies whimpering) (Morwenna) Let's go.

Oh, no.

Um... ("Wedding March" plays) ♪ (Doc Martin) Out of the way.

Coming through.

Sorry.

♪ What are you doing?

Oh.

(Doc clears throat) ♪ ♪ -Thank you.

-Yes.

♪ (Morwenna) Hello.

-Uh... -Please be seated.

♪ (Ruth) How did it go?

(Doc Martin) We'll talk about it later.

(Louisa) Is that later good or later bad?

(Mrs. Tishell shushes) (Morwenna) Who's doing the wedding?

(Joe) I am.

-You are?

-I'm not happy about it either, but there is no one else.

-Is it legal?

-Sort of.

(Al) We have to validate it at a registry office later.

(Morwenna) So it's like getting married twice?

(Al) Yes.

Yes, it is.

Yeah.

-Excellent attitude.

-Yeah.

(Morwenna) Well, everyone's here, and I got my dress.

And I just wanna marry you.

(Al) Let's get married, then.

-Just don't be weird, Joe.

-Yeah.

(Louisa) Martin, I have some news.

(Doc Martin) So do I.

(Mrs. Tishell) Shh!

(Joe) Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

Now, normally at this point, you would ask if anyone has any objections to the marriage, but I think that's a waste of time, because if there's ever been two people made for each other, it's Morwenna and Al.

(group agrees) Which reminds me of a funny story about Al and a badger... (Al) Uh... (Al clears throat) (Joe) ...which I'll share with you another time.

It's very funny.

-It's not.

-Al Large, do you take this woman to be your wife?

I--oh.

(Joe) To live together, to love her, to honor her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others for as long as you both shall live?

(Al) I do.

(Joe) And do you, Morwenna Newcross... -Yes.

-...take... (Morwenna) I do.

(group chuckles) (Joe) The man now places the ring on the... Oh, no.

Not meant to read that bit.

(group chuckles) Um, does the best man have the rings?

I do.

(group chuckles) (seabirds calling) (Louisa) We really do need to talk.

(Doc Martin) I know.

(Louisa) I'm pregnant.

(Doc Martin) Are you sure?

(Louisa) Yes, I'm very sure.

-What is it?

-By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.

(cheering, applause) You may kiss the bride.

(cheering, applause) (soft music) ♪ (Morwenna laughs) (indistinct speaking) (Al) Hey!

Thank you.

(cheering, applause) (Morwenna) Yeah!

♪ (Doc Martin) I emailed the GMC and opted out of the assessment process by resigning from general practice.

They were gonna strike me off anyway for non-compliance, and I'm not prepared to jump through any more stupid hoops.

(Louisa) What?

(Doc Martin) I'm not a doctor anymore.

♪ (Louisa) Oh.

(Doc Martin) Is that bad timing?

(Louisa) Really bad.

(Doc Martin) I love you.

(sentimental music) ♪ (theme music) ♪ ♪ (bright music)