(theme music) ♪ ♪ (engine humming) ♪ (seabird calling) ♪ (mysterious music) ♪ (Doc Martin) I thought I told you to leave your spots alone.

(Emily) But they look horrible.

(Doc Martin) I also told you to stop using makeup.

I thought you were joking about that.

(Doc Martin) Joking?

Why would I joke about that?

Makeup clogs up the pores, which leads to a buildup of oil and bacteria, which leads to acne and inflammation.

(Emily) But it's been two weeks, and my skin still looks rubbish.

Those pills you gave me aren't working.

(Doc Martin) Why do you come here if you won't listen to me?

I told you clearly, doxycycline can take up to three months to become effective.

(Emily) But three months is ages.

I'm going to be a social piranha.

(engine humming) Those pills are giving me headaches too.

(Doc Martin) Well, they shouldn't.

When did that start?

-Doc.

-Whoa!

(Morwenna) Joe, I told you not to go barging in.

(Joe) Doc, you need to come.

Someone's been shot.

-Where?

-I don't know.

It's not life-threatening, so I'm guessing the buttocks.

(Morwenna) He means what place.

(Joe) Oh, Casworon Farm.

Come on, Doc.

I'll drive you there.

(Emily) I was here first.

(Doc Martin) I have an emergency.

Make another appointment for this afternoon.

(soft, tense music) ♪ (sighs) (engine humming) ♪ Morning, Bert.

Just to let you know, I've got a "for sale" sign to put up outside.

(Bert) Now, give me a minute here.

We agreed a deal with Ken.

(Samantha) Well that "deal" is null and void, now he's playing a harp up on a cloud somewhere.

(Al) What's happening?

(Samantha) The pub was left to Ken's sister, and she wants to sell.

It's--it's not all bad news though.

In line with Ken's wishes, it won't be sold to a brewery.

Only offers from an individual, and preferably local, will be considered.

(Al) What, like us?

Like you... (Bert) Now you're talking.

(Samantha) But with deeper pockets, I imagine.

Have a look at that.

I'll be in touch.

Cheery bye.

(door opens, closes) ♪ (tires screech) ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ (Doc Martin) There he is.

♪ (sheep bleating) ♪ Where's the patient?

Over here.

♪ (chickens clucking) ♪ In there.

♪ (Doc Martin) Oh, I see.

♪ Where's the wound?

(Robert) My leg.

(grunts) (grunts) (Doc Martin) Right, I'm going to have to cut your trousers so I can get at the injury.

-Okay.

-What happened?

(Robert) What happened is that psychopath shot me.

(Dennis) No.

The gun went off, and maybe he got hit, but it was an accidental discharge.

(Joe) It does sound like you shot him, Dennis.

(Dennis) If I'd shot him, I wouldn't have called you.

He's just trying to cover for the fact that I caught him stealing.

(Doc Martin) Shush!

What's your name?

(Robert) Robert.

Robert Brook.

(Doc Martin) Are you in any pain?

I've been shot!

Yes, I'm in pain.

(Doc Martin) Right, well, the bullet has grazed your thigh.

It's a superficial wound, I think, so, you've been lucky.

(Robert) Lucky?

I suppose I should be thankful I wasn't shot twice.

(Dennis) You're overreacting.

It's a two two.

It's practically harmless.

(Doc Martin) If that had pierced the muscle or the bone, it could have been extremely serious.

I'll put a dressing on the wound, but I want you to come to my surgery.

(Dennis) Then you want to be arresting him.

He was stealing my eggs.

(Robert) That's ridiculous.

(Dennis) Been happening for weeks.

It's nothing to do with me.

All I wanted to do was buy some eggs.

(Dennis) Are you making an arrest or not?

-Yes, I am.

-Good.

(Joe) Dennis Thorpe, you're under arrest for firearms offences.

Second collar this month, Doc...

I'm on a roll.

(mellow music) ♪ (Al) We could never buy this place.

We can't get enough for a deposit, never mind financing a loan.

(Bert) We need some venture capital.

An investor.

(Al) She's already said no!

(Bert) Ruth has backed us before, we just need to change her mind.

(Caitlin) Must be hard for you boys.

This place has practically become your home.

(Bert) Caitlin?

This is a private discussion.

So...

The goal posts have shifted now that Ken's gone.

(Al) It's still a bad idea.

(Bert) Well, at least it is an idea, which is more than you've had, boy.

(engine humming) (Robert) Is this going to take long?

(Doc Martin) You've been shot in the leg.

You're gonna need treatment.

(Joe) And I'm gonna need a statement from you.

(Robert) I'd really rather not.

I'm on holiday.

I'd prefer to return to my camp.

(Dennis) You should've thought of that before you tried to steal eggs from me!

You're making a big mistake here.

(seabirds calling) (engine squeaks) (Joe) Stay there.

(Doc Martin) I've got you.

Lean on me.

(grunting) (Joe) Right, Dennis Thorpe, let's get you processed.

(bangs on vehicle) (Al) I don't think this online calculator's working.

I thought I'd be able to borrow three times as much.

(Bert) Well, if you lie about how much you earn then they'll lend you more.

(Al) I think they check, though, Dad.

(Bert) Then we'll have to think of something else.

(Al) Hm.

(seabirds calling) (button clicks) (Joe) Can you tell me, in your own words, your recollection of events at Casworon Farm the morning of Tuesday the 26th at approximately 0900 hours?

(Dennis) I heard the chickens squawking.

Normally they don't make much noise unless there's a problem, which there was.

Someone trying to steal eggs.

(Joe) Allegedly trying to steal eggs.

And that someone was Robert Brook?

(Dennis) Says he was trying to buy 'em, it's nonsense.

I've got signs up all over the place.

"Private property.

No entry.

Bugger off."

(Joe) And you live there alone?

Yeah.

20 year now.

(Joe) When you came out the farmhouse, you had the two two with you?

(Dennis) Well, I thought it might be a fox.

Then I saw him with the eggs, so I went to fire off a warning shot.

(Joe) You didn't think to speak to him instead?

(Dennis) If I wanted to speak to people, I wouldn't have signs up telling 'em to keep out.

Next thing I know, the gun goes off, accidentally, and hits him in the leg.

Are we done here?

(Joe) What?

No.

We've just started.

(Dennis) It's 'cause of nosy idiots like you that I don't come off the farm much.

(Joe) Sorry.

If you could possibly lay off the insults whilst we're recording, it makes me sound bad.

Although, if you wanted, you could mention how swiftly and professionally I dealt with the situation.

(button clicks) Anything further to add?

(Dennis) Not really, no.

(sighs) (Joe) Do you have any other firearms?

(Dennis) Couple of shotguns.

(Joe) Have you got a license for them?

(Dennis) I don't know.

Somewhere.

(Joe) I'll need to see it.

(Dennis) Is that it?

(Joe) For the moment.

You'll be released under investigation, but I'll have to confiscate your guns and your passport.

You won't be able to travel abroad.

(Dennis) Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

Furthest I've ever been is Torquay.

(Joe) Is it nice?

Torquay.

I've always wanted to go there.

(mellow music) (seabirds calling) ♪ (Doc Martin) Well, this should drain any excess fluid out.

How long are you staying here?

I'll need to take the drain out tomorrow.

(Robert) Uh-huh.

Just a few weeks.

Camping.

Getting away from it all.

Bit of peace and quiet, until this happened.

(sighs) (Doc Martin) These stitches'll need to come out in about ten days.

While I'm here, can I ask you about my stomach pains?

(Doc Martin) How long have you had them?

(Robert) I'm not sure, but they've been getting a lot worse.

(Doc Martin) Pull up your shirt.

(Robert) Yes.

(Doc Martin) Any tenderness when I press here?

(Robert) No.

(Doc Martin) Here?

(grunts) -Here?

-Yes.

(Doc Martin) Does the pain come in spasms?

Any loss of appetite?

I haven't been eating much.

(Doc Martin) On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?

(Robert) Maybe a six.

-A seven!

-Mm-hm.

All right, pull your trousers up.

And hop off there.

I'll need you to come back tomorrow for a scan.

Well, I was hoping to spend some time on my own.

-Can't we just do it now?

-No.

You're coming in tomorrow to have the drain removed anyway, I'll do it then.

(rhythmic tapping) (Doc clears throat) Doc got you patched up all right?

(Robert) Uh, yes.

(Doc Martin) Morwenna, make a follow-up appointment for the patient tomorrow, please.

(Morwenna) You'll need to fill out a temporary-patient form.

(Joe) You're my first gunshot case... (Robert) Is it okay if I put my Bristol address?

(Morwenna) Yeah.

That's fine.

(Joe) Well, second really.

But first one I shot myself, so I don't really count that, but... Can I give you a lift to the campsite?

(Doc Martin) Uh, no!

No camping.

That needs to be kept clean and dry.

Daryll Hannah.

Go through.

(Robert) But I don't have anywhere to stay around here.

Or a change of clothes.

And my wallet's back there.

(Joe) We'll sort something out.

I can grab some clothes from lost property.

Don't worry, I'll look after you.

You're my star witness.

(Morwenna) 10:50 tomorrow.

(soft music) (Robert) Thank you.

(grunts) ♪ (energetic music) ♪ (engine humming) ♪ (engine shuts off) (box thuds) (Joe) Al?

Could you get a room for Mr. Brook?

Fella's had quite a time of it.

He was shot.

-Shot?

-Big case.

Firearms.

Might make it onto the news, if I'm lucky.

(Robert) Idiot farmer didn't realize I was buying eggs.

Look, I'm sorry, but as I explained to the policeman, I don't have any money on me.

(Al) Well, we can start a tab and, um, settle up later.

(Joe) That's what I said.

And get him some food on me.

-Really?

-Yeah.

I'm sure we've got funds for this sort of thing.

Witness protection.

(Robert) Protection?

Why, am I in danger...?

(Joe) No.

No, I don't know why I said that.

I'm a bit over-stimulated.

Right, well then, I'll pop back later and see how you're getting on.

(Al) Well, let's get you settled, sir.

-Thank you.

-All right?

Shot, shot?

(dog whimpers) (Louisa) Martin, are you okay?

I just heard what happened.

(Doc Martin) What happened?

Where are you going?

(Louisa) Well, I heard there's been a shooting, everyone's talking about it, and that there's been multiple injuries.

(Doc Martin) Uh, one man was shot with a rifle.

It's a minor injury, though.

(Louisa) Oh.

Small-town gossip.

-I should know better by now.

-Mm.

(Louisa) Oh, I see Buddy's found his friend.

-Mm.

-I'm just picking up James.

-I'll see you later.

-Yes.

What are you doing in the sun?

-I'm just having some chips.

-I told you, doxycycline leaves your skin extra sensitive to sun.

You could get a rash or severe burn.

(Rose) I think you're being a bit over dramatic, Doc.

Can't expect her to hide away forever.

(Doc Martin) Be quiet!

Did you make a follow-up appointment?

(Emily) Not yet, no.

(Doc Martin) Well, come to the surgery this afternoon.

And keep out of the sun.

Honestly!

I don't know why I bother.

Tosser!

(mellow music) ♪ -(dog barks) -No!

Go away.

♪ Go away.

(seabirds calling) ♪ (indistinct chatter) (Mel) Someone's got a new friend.

Or a first friend, to be exact.

(Louisa) Yeah.

Who is that?

I don't recognize him.

(Julia) Oh, that'll be my son, Arthur.

It seems our children are somewhat simpatico.

(Mel) You should arrange a play date.

It'd be good for them.

(Louisa) Yeah, yeah, we should do that sometime.

-I'll host if you like.

-Bit creepy at your place with all those coffins.

(Julia) The children can play in them.

The open ones anyway.

(mother) Come on.

(Julia) That was a joke.

(Louisa) And the surgery wouldn't be suitable, obviously, because of Martin's patients and all their illnesses and things.

(Mel) You could have it here.

Place is empty after nursery finishes.

(Louisa) Yeah, yeah, okay.

Thanks, Mel.

(Julia) Great.

Well, how about tomorrow?

(Louisa) Um, yeah.

So, what time should I pick him up?

The two of you would be supervising the play date.

Obviously.

(Louisa) Obviously.

Yeah.

♪ (seabirds calling) ♪ (Emily) Is it bad?

(Doc Martin) You have photodermatitis, from your antibiotic reacting in the sun, just like I told you it would.

Imagine that!

Well, Rose thought it would dry out my spots.

Rose isn't a doctor.

(Emily) Well, I wasn't enjoying it anyway.

Sun was making my headache worse.

Or it's those pills you gave me.

(Doc Martin) It won't be the pills.

How long have you had the headaches?

(Emily) A couple of weeks.

And I get like fuzzy eyes.

Things are blurred.

Why didn't you mention this before?

-Take a seat.

-Well, I was going to, but I didn't get the chance.

-You ran out.

-Any other symptoms?

(Emily) Yeah, I get this, like, water sound thing in my ear.

It gets kind of loud, then quiet.

Like, whoosh!

(demonstrates) (Doc Martin) Be quiet.

Mm, there are signs of papilledema.

I want you to have a scan.

You think I'm pregnant?

(Doc Martin) A brain scan.

(Emily) Oh... No, wait, that's worse!

(Doc Martin) Papilledema is a swelling of the optic nerve due to an increase of pressure in the brain.

(Emily) How bad is that?

(Doc Martin) Well, that's what the scan will tell us.

Could be caused by any number of things.

(Emily) Like a tumor?

(Doc Martin) Uh, yes, that is a possibility.

(Emily) You're saying I might have a brain tumor.

(Doc Martin) No, I'm saying that it's a possibility.

It could just as easily be central retinal vein occlusion, or optic neuritis, or diabetic papillopathy.

(Emily) Oh, God.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

(Doc Martin) Put your head between your knees.

I'll try and get you an appointment in the morning, and then come and see me in the afternoon.

-All right.

-Good.

♪ (Caitlin) Well, you scrub up well.

(Robert) I'd look better if I hadn't been shot.

Still, decent of that policeman to bring a change of clothes.

Not that I need charity.

(Al) Ah, Mr. Brook, I'll, uh, just get your food.

(Robert) Oh.

(Bert) Let me get you a drink.

On the house.

(Robert) I don't want to trouble you.

Oh, whisky, single malt.

A double would hit the spot.

(Bert) At least there's something to remember Portwenn by.

(Caitlin) Very generous, Bert.

-And unexpected.

-Now, the local pub is the heart of the community.

(Caitlin) You're so right, Bert.

(Bert) Will you stop standing and gawping?

Go, shoo.

Here.

(Joe) Here he is.

The man who's gonna help break the biggest case in Portwenn since... Well, since forever.

(Al) Um, sausage and mash, extra onion rings, double fried egg.

(Robert) Do you mind if I have a bite to eat -while we talk?

-No.

So, this claim Dennis is making, that you're stealing eggs.

(Robert) That's rubbish.

I was only choosing which ones to buy.

(Joe) Well, he says there are signs up saying stay off his property.

(Robert) Okay, well, say that I'm the kind of man to steal eggs.

That I woke up one day and decided to be a thief.

Would that justify my being shot?

(Joe) Well, no.

But he says it was an accident.

(Robert) Bloody good shot for an accident.

(Joe) So you say you're from Bristol.

(Robert) Uh-huh.

(Joe) And what do you do for a living?

-What does that matter?

-Well, it's background.

Always useful.

Married?

Kids?

(Robert) Just a wife.

I work at an accountancy firm, it's very stressful, and I decided to get away on a camping trip.

(Joe) Mm, and she didn't wanna come with you?

(Robert) No, she doesn't like the outdoors.

Is that against the law?

(Robert grunts, clears his throat) -Are you all right?

-No, I'm in pain, I'm in pain from being shot by the man that you should be interrogating instead of me.

(Joe) All I need from you is an official statement tomorrow and I can bring him to justice.

Don't worry, I'm all over it.

(Bert) You not enjoying that?

(Robert) Oh, no, no, it's--it's fine.

(Bert) Like a mouse, she's always behind me.

Now, will you shoo?

-Shoo!

-Oh!

(Bert) So sorry.

(soft music) (birds chirping) ♪ (Louisa) I forgot to tell you, James has got his first play date tomorrow, with Arthur.

(Doc Martin) Who's Arthur?

(Louisa) You know, Julia's son.

(Doc Martin) Who's Julia?

(Louisa) The undertaker.

(Doc Martin) Oh, right.

(Louisa) What is it?

(Doc Martin) Um, you didn't ovulate last month, and I've had your anti-müllerian hormone test back.

It shows a diminished ovarian reserve.

What does that mean?

That I won't be able to conceive?

(Doc Martin) Uh, no.

Low reserve's not an indicator of quality, but it is a sign of a declining level of fertility.

(Louisa) Do you know, I'm starting to feel more like your patient rather than your wife?

And after I've lit all these candles and everything.

(Doc Martin) Because?

(Louisa) Well, you know, it's romantic.

And just in case we're gonna, you know.

Because, Martin, it's the right time.

(Doc Martin) It's not optimum time... (Louisa) Yeah, can we not use words like "optimum"?

It makes this all feel like some sort of experiment.

But your fertility's important to us.

Yeah, so maybe we should go and see a fertility specialist.

(Doc Martin) They'll only tell you the same as me.

But I don't need to wake up next to them, do I?

And strange as it may seem to you, I'd rather not everything connected to this was so clinical.

(soft music) ♪ (Doc Martin) I suppose a fresh pair of eyes couldn't do... (Louisa) Yes, please don't talk.

♪ (bottles clattering) (Samantha sighs) (Samantha) Just put the "sold" sign on the banner.

-Sold?

-What?

(Al) It's sold?

(Samantha) Well, subject to contract.

(Al) Well, who to?

We never even got a chance to submit a bid.

(Samantha) The buyer is confidential.

You had the same chance as everyone else.

(Bert) Here, ere, we've got a right to know.

(Samantha) I'm sorry, I am not at liberty to reveal her name.

She'll be coming by at 4:00 p.m. today.

I'll catch you then.

(door opens) (Al) This is a disaster.

Right before the wedding as well!

What are we gonna do?

(Bert) Remember your blood pressure, right.

Keep calm.

Did you hear what she said?

(Al) Yes, someone has bought the pub, so we're finished.

(Bert) "I'm not at liberty to reveal her name."

"Her name."

A woman's bought it.

And we all know who that is, right?

Think about it.

(mellow music) ♪ (exhales) (grunts) ♪ (grunts) ♪ Mr. Brook.

How are you feeling?

(Robert) I've been shot, stranded in this village, and I've never felt so ill. (Morwenna) I was only being polite.

(Robert) I'm sorry.

I've had a rather stressful 24 hours.

(Morwenna) Hm, I'll show you through to the doc.

(panting) All right.

(Doc Martin) That's good, yep, that's healing well.

Mm.

I'll take out the drain.

How's it been feeling?

(Robert) Um, sore.

(Doc Martin) And what about your abdominal pain?

(Robert) Worse.

Do you ever feel that life is punishing you, day in, and day out?

(Doc Martin) No.

I'll give you an ultrasound scan.

That won't tell us everything, so I'll take some blood as well.

(Robert) All right.

(Al) Are you sure about this?

Last time, she made it very clear she didn't want to get involved.

(Bert) That was then, this is now.

We need to be on the front foot.

Ha!

This is our future we're talking about.

(knocking) (footsteps) (Ruth) I wasn't expecting company.

(Bert) Thought it best we come to see you.

(device whirring) (Doc Martin) Now, see these small dark areas?

(Robert) Yes.

(Doc Martin) These are diverticula.

They're little pouches that have developed in your intestine.

And when they become inflamed, it's called diverticulitis.

(Robert) Whatever it's called, it's bloody painful.

(Doc Martin) Oh, yeah, yeah, it would be.

Here clean yourself up.

I'll prescribe an antibiotic.

And when your intestines had a chance to recover, you'll have to go on a high-fiber diet to prevent the condition reoccurring.

The best thing you can do is just go home and rest up for a while.

Metronidazole and co-amoxiclav.

Can I pick that up here?

(Doc Martin) Nope, you'll have to get it from the pharmacy.

And you're to drink no alcohol at all while you're taking those.

Make an appointment with the receptionist.

Does that mean I have to stay another night?

(Doc Martin) Yes, of course you do.

I have to talk you through your results.

(Robert) Right.

Okay.

(seabirds calling) (Joe) Right, let's get you down the station for that statement.

(Robert) Turns out I need to make another appointment for tomorrow.

Uh, nine o'clock?

(Robert) Uh, yes.

(sighs) Right, then.

(Morwenna) Well, it'll all be over soon.

You can get back to your normal life.

(Robert) Thank you.

(Al) Oh, thanks.

(Bert) We just wanted to say thank you.

I know you've not done it for us, but I can assure you that we will do everything to help make it a success.

(Ruth) Well, that's awfully nice of you, Bert.

But I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

(Al) He thinks you've bought the pub.

(Ruth) Well, I haven't.

I think I'd have noticed.

(Bert) There's a confidentiality clause, I suspect.

-Not to worry.

-No, I really haven't.

Are you sure?

I give you my word.

(soft music) ♪ (Robert) I don't have any money to pay for these antibiotics.

Uh, can you lend me some?

(Joe) Uh, there.

You can square up later.

-Thank you.

-Let's get this done first.

(Robert) Yes.

(Robert sighs) (button clicks) (Joe) Statement of Robert Joshua Brook.

The time is 11:43... 11:44.

Can you tell me where you were on the morning of Tuesday the 26th at approximately 0900 hours?

(Robert) I was trying to buy some eggs from the farmer.

(Joe) This man?

For the tape, I am showing Robert Joshua Brook a photo of Dennis James Thorpe.

(Robert) Yes.

Um, he came out of his farmhouse shouting at me, so I turned to get away, and then he shot me in the leg.

(Joe) So, he shot you?

(Robert) Yes.

You know that he did.

(Joe) And you weren't stealing the eggs?

(Robert) No, of course not.

(Joe) And you think he deliberately shot you?

-Yes, I do.

-Great.

I mean, not "great."

Terrible.

But it's good for the case.

Now I'll need some personal details.

If you could fill in your home address and contact numbers.

Probably go to court.

You'll get a go in the witness box.

I might have to get up and make a statement myself.

Might even make the papers.

(Robert) I would like to amend my statement.

It is possible that the farmer didn't mean it on purpose.

(Joe) No, that's not what you said.

(Robert) I was confused.

I think he fired a warning shot.

(Joe) He said the weapon accidentally discharged.

(Robert) Yes, that's right.

Accidental discharge.

I do not wish to press any charges as a result.

(button clicks) (Joe) You're my star witness.

In fact, you're my only witness.

And if you are saying it was an accident... Then my career-defining case now becomes confiscation of a gun license.

(Robert) Well, it's the truth.

It's the truth that matters, isn't it?

I want those clothes back.

(Robert) Huh?

(soft music) ♪ Next patient, please.

(Morwenna) Emily Burnett, but she's not here yet.

(Rose) Doc, you have to come and see her.

She's totally freaking out.

(Doc Martin) Who are you?

(Rose) Rose Tingley.

Some people call me Tingles, but I don't really like it.

-Why are you here?

-I'm Emily's housemate.

She went for that scan this morning, and the hospital wouldn't tell her anything about it, because she's probably dying, and now she's locked herself in her room.

(Doc Martin) Well, she needs to come to the surgery.

(Rose) She won't, that's the problem.

(Morwenna) I've got her scan results.

And you don't have a patient for half an hour.

(Doc Martin) All right, I'll go and see her.

(Mrs. Tishell) You okay, Bert?

(Bert) Well, apart from being homeless, The pub has been sold out from under us.

(Mrs. Tishell) Oh, dear, that is a shame.

(Bert) Do you know who's bought it?

-What, the pub?

-Well, yeah.

(Mrs. Tishell) Oh, I haven't heard a thing.

(Bert) Well, they say it's someone local.

A woman.

(Mrs. Tishell) Might be Ruth.

(Bert) No, no, it's not Ruth.

(Robert) I'm sorry, I need to pick up this prescription.

(Mrs. Tishell) Oh, you're the one that was shot.

(gasps) Most of us 'round here don't approve of shooting strangers.

(Robert) Thank you.

I'm afraid I have to stay another night.

Doctor's orders.

(Bert) Oh, you're most welcome.

(Mrs. Tishell) There we are.

(Robert) And these, please.

(Mrs. Tishell) Oh.

(hums) 11.90, please.

(Robert) Oh.

I only have £10.

I'll put this back.

(Mrs. Tishell) Really?

Oh, no, no, no.

Let's call it ten, shall we?

-Really?

-Hmm.

After all you've been through.

(chuckles) And that's for you.

(register beeping) (Robert) Thank you.

(Mrs. Tishell) My pleasure.

(indistinct chatter) (soft music) ♪ (Mel) Right, boys.

You've got the whole place to yourselves.

(Louisa) Oh.

Thanks for this, Mel.

(Mel) No problem.

I think it could really help James with his social skills.

I'll get you some tea, and I've got some leftover cake and bits.

(Louisa) James' social skills are fine.

(Julia) Oh, yeah.

I'm sure they are.

(Louisa) Yeah, he's, uh, he's just a bit selective, that's all.

(Julia) Hm.

(knocking) (Doc Martin) Gemma?

Emily!

(Doc Martin) Emily?

(Emily) What?

(Doc Martin) I have got your test results.

(Emily) Who is that?

(Doc Martin) It's Dr. Ellingham.

-Could you open-- -It's the doc!

(Emily) I don't want to know!

(Doc Martin) Your scan is normal.

-What?

-It's normal.

-Normal?

-Yes, normal.

-Really?

-Yes.

(Rose) See?

Told you that you were worrying about nothing.

Total drama queen.

(Doc Martin) Well, the scan was normal, but that doesn't explain the papilledema.

Unfortunately, you're going to have a lumbar puncture.

-What's that?

-It measures the pressure of your cerebrospinal fluid.

I'll refer you, but there's about a week wait -at the moment.

-Oh, my God!

-What?

-They get this giant needle -and stab you in the spine.

-What?

(Doc Martin) They don't.

It's a very fine needle, it's a completely painless procedure.

Well, then can we not just do it now -and get it over with?

-No.

It ought to be done in a hospital.

(Emily) Oh, I just went!

Look, I cannot take this.

(Rose) I can't take it either.

Please, Doc, she's gonna be like this all week.

(Emily) Something's wrong with me, I know it, I'm dying.

(Rose) Please, Doc, please do something.

(Doc Martin) Shut up, shut up.

Shut up!

Come to my surgery.

I'll do it this afternoon.

(Rose) I'll bring her up later, Doc.

(Doc Martin) Four o'clock.

(squeaky toy squeaks) (James) I think I need another car!

(children babbling) (Louisa) Oh, would you like some cake?

(Julia) Oh, thank you.

You know, I didn't speak at all for the first four years.

My parents sent me to all kinds of doctors, but they couldn't find anything wrong with me.

(Louisa) Mm, so what happened?

(Julia) One day I just asked for some milk.

I suppose I didn't have anything to say till then.

(Louisa) Well, children develop at different rates.

I've been learning all about that as part of my course.

(Julia) Is that why you're studying?

Because James is...?

(Louisa) James is what?

(Julia) Well, uh, I feel a bit odd... (Louisa) Are you okay?

(Julia) I--I... -Mel!

-I can't breathe.

(Louisa) Mel!

I just need you in here a minute!

-Mel!

-My mouth's gone numb.

(Louisa) Okay, have some water.

(Julia) Thanks.

-What's wrong with her?

-I don't know.

I think it might be an allergic reaction.

-Do you have any allergies?

-Cats.

(Louisa) Have you got an adrenaline pen?

-No.

-We've got one.

I'll get it.

Sandra, can you take the boys to play outside, please?

(Louisa) Just in through the nose, out through the mouth.

Just in through the nose.

Just breath nice and slowly.

-My face is burning up.

-Okay.

-Mel!

-Coming!

(Julia struggles to breathe) (soft music) -Give it here.

-I'll do it.

(pen punctures) (Louisa) Oh, my God!

(tense music) Get another one!

♪ (Julia) I--I can't breathe.

(whimpering, panting) (cell phone ringing) -Louisa.

-Hello.

So, I told Mel to get an adrenaline pen.

But then Julia tried to grab it and Mel stabbed me.

Well, she was obviously trying to stab Julia, but she stabbed me instead, Martin.

What?

And now Julia's swollen up like a beetroot balloon, so you better get here fast, because she needs help, and I feel a bit weird.

-Where are you?

-Tots!

You know, Portwenn Tots!

Please hurry!

♪ In through the nose, out through the mouth.

♪ In through the nose, out through the mouth.

♪ In through the nose, out through the mouth.

♪ In through the nose, out through the mouth.

(Doc Martin) Have you had an adrenaline injection?

(Louisa) What?

Oh, you mean her?

-Yes!

Her too.

-Help her get her coat off.

-Yeah.

-Okay.

(Louisa) Sandra's taken the boys out to play, and I feel like I'm talking a lot.

-Am I?

-Uh, a little, yes.

(Julia struggles to breathe) ♪ I'll give you another shot of adrenaline.

Looks like you've had a severe allergic reaction, and your breathing hasn't recovered yet.

(Louisa) Definitely not feeling right at all, no.

(Doc Martin) Yep, that's the effect of the adrenaline pen.

(Louisa) Martin, do you like being a doctor?

(Julia struggles to breathe) (Doc Martin) Yes... 'Cause all you have to do to keep your job is to be nice and polite to these people that they send to test you, but you just can't seem to do it, can you?

And I know we talk about how James needs to learn to socialize, but the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree, does it?

(Doc Martin) Louisa, try and calm down, you're winding yourself up.

Here, breathe in deeply into the paper bag.

Get some carbon dioxide back into your bloodstream.

(Louisa) Yes.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

(breathes deeply) But what are we thinking trying for another child now when we both could be unemployed in a year!

(breathes deeply) (Julia) Are you gonna lose your job?

(Doc Martin) What are you allergic to?

(Louisa) She's allergic to cats.

And she didn't speak until she was four.

(Doc Martin) Keep breathing into the bag.

(Julia) I have hay fever.

(Doc Martin) And what have you eaten today?

Just homemade soup.

-Oh, and cake.

-Cake?

(Julia) Cake.

(Louisa) No, it's not cake, it's like it's banana bread, which is that horrible sweaty cake which has been left out in the sun for too long.

Martin, I know I'm talking a lot, but I can't seem to stop myself.

(Doc Martin) Just keep breathing into the bag.

(soft music) (breathes deeply) ♪ No way.

You bought it?

Dad.

(Bert) Caitlin?

(Caitlin) Seemed like a good investment.

(Bert) Are you--now, are you absolutely sure that it is was her and not Ruth?

(Samantha) It's definitely Caitlin, yes.

-Right.

-I've still got the shop to run, so all that will be different is the licensee's name over the door.

You can stay on as manager.

And as for you, Bert... (Bert) It's just possible that I may have been a bit sharp with you on a few occasions recently, but it's only because I've been very focused on the job.

(Caitlin) I was about to say you can continue as assistant manager.

Who knows, there may be a wage hike.

If we get all the books in order, and make sure we're all focused on the business side of things.

Hmm.

Yep.

(seabirds calling) (Doc Martin) Have you ever had any other allergic reactions before?

(Julia) Uh... Rubber gloves used to bring me out in a rash, so I stopped using them.

I use nitrile gloves for my work now.

(Doc Martin) Hmm, well, a latex allergy would fit with your reaction.

(Julia) Well, I didn't eat any gloves!

(laughs) (Doc Martin) No, but there were bananas in the cake that you ate yesterday, and latex and bananas have similar proteins.

(Julia) Oh, I wouldn't have made that connection.

Do you think I could be atopic?

(Doc Martin) It's quite possible.

Uh, you'll have triggers that would increase the reactions.

(Julia) Well, such as?

(Doc Martin) Stress is a common one.

(Julia) Oh, I'm not that stressed.

Although...

I have just been through a protracted and rather messy divorce and moved to a new village, and a new house, and taken over the family business, with a small child in tow.

Oh, funny how things sound worse when you say them out loud, isn't it?

(Doc Martin) I'll write you a prescription for an antihistamine, but I want you to come back in a week for a full allergy screening test.

But you must stop taking the antihistamine three days before I do the test so that I get clear results.

Is that understood?

(Julia) Thank you, Doctor Ellingham.

(Julia clears her throat) So, can I put you on my list?

(Doc Martin) What list?

(Julia) List of two GPs I need to fill in the Crematorium Forms for the deceased.

You used to do it for my uncle?

(Doc Martin) Yes.

Yes, of course.

He was a terrible bore.

(Doc Martin) Mm.

(Julia) Did either of your parents practice medicine?

(Doc Martin) My father was a surgeon.

Is that relevant?

(Julia) Oh, I just think it's fascinating, how we all follow in the tradition of our families.

You're healing the sick, and I'm making sure they're disposed of correctly.

(Doc Martin) Mm.

(Julia) Sorry, I've spent too much time with my small child and a dog, I think I'm starved of intelligent adult conversation.

(Doc Martin) Mm-hm.

(Julia clears her throat) (Julia) Well, thank you for this, Doctor Ellingham.

(Doc Martin) You're welcome.

(mellow music) ♪ The anesthetic should have taken effect now.

Can you feel that?

(Emily) No.

(Rose) Just squeeze my hand.

(Emily) Tell me when it's going in.

Just try to relax.

-Tell me when.

-Keep still.

(Emily) I am still.

Just don't do it until I'm ready.

(Rose) It's okay, Em.

(Doc Martin) All done.

(Emily) What?

(Doc Martin) Lie there, keep completely still for 45 minutes.

(sighs) (Emily) You got Wi-Fi here?

(Doc Martin) Yes.

(Rose) So...

Password?

(Doc Martin) It's not for patients.

(Rose) That's not fair!

You can't expect us just to sit here and do nothing.

(Doc Martin) Read that.

(soft, quirky music) (sighing) (soft music) ♪ (knocking) (Robert) Come in.

♪ (Al) Your food.

(Robert) Oh, thank you.

(Al) Are you okay?

(Robert) I still have a sore stomach, but the doctor gave me antibiotics, and I'm sure it'll shift soon.

(Al) Let me know if you need anything.

Is that the bill?

(Al) So far, yeah.

Yeah, we're under new management, so we're keen to settle any outstanding debts ASAP.

(Robert) Well, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and the policeman is taking me up to the campsite and I'll get my wallet.

(Al) Oh, great.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

♪ (engine humming) ♪ ♪ (Joe) Al, can you get Mr. Brook for me?

(Al) You're too late.

I checked his room earlier, but he's not here.

He must have gone up to the doc's, he looked terrible last night.

(Joe) Oh.

I said I'd take him.

(Al) Well, guess he decided to get a head start.

(seabirds calling) (Morwenna) Oh, Doc, I did it!

Got the letter this morning.

You are looking at a fully-qualified first responder.

(Doc Martin) Congratulations.

(Morwenna) Do I get a title?

Like doctor.

I mean, not doctor, but, you know, something else.

(Doc Martin) No.

(Morwenna) Oh.

Well, at least I got a certificate.

(phone ringing) Portwenn Surgery.

(Joe) I'm here to pick up Robert Brook.

-He's not here.

-Um, Doc, it's the lab for you.

-Ellingham.

-So, has he been and gone already?

He hasn't been here.

That's a complete waste of my time.

(Doc Martin) We need to find Mr. Brook.

(Joe) Why?

Does he owe you money too?

(Doc Martin) No, his inflammatory markers are high.

It's very likely that he has sepsis.

We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible.

Didn't he say he was staying at some campsite somewhere?

Do you know which one?

(Joe) Dennis Thorpe will know.

Come on, Doc.

(soft, tense music) ♪ ♪ (Dennis) What do you want now?

(Doc Martin) Do you know where Mr. Brook is camping?

(Dennis) I'm sick of you people hassling me.

(Doc Martin) He's extremely ill. We need to find him.

(Dennis) He's a bloody thief, that's what he is.

(Joe) Doc, allow me.

Dennis, we need to find him now or there is a very good chance he might die, which means you'd be looking at a manslaughter charge.

So...?

(soft music) (Dennis) If it were me, I'd camp at Burly Woods.

There's water and shelter there.

Oh, come on!

(soft, tense music) (birds chirping) (Doc Martin) Robert!

(water flowing) ♪ Robert!

♪ Over here.

♪ Oh, good grief.

♪ (Joe) Is this your campsite?

It's a dump.

(Robert) What--what are you doing here?

(Doc Martin) I need to get you into intensive care.

I think you have sepsis.

Penhale, get the Land Rover and bring it as close as you possibly can.

If it's left untreated, it can lead to multiple organ failure and death.

Is that 'cause I shot him?

(Joe) Yes.

(Doc Martin) No, it's a severe abdominal infection.

But he's left it way too late to get it treated.

(Robert) It doesn't matter, I don't want to go on.

(Doc Martin) Oh, for God sake, shut up!

I'll give you a stronger antibiotic.

(Dennis) How long you been living here?

(Robert) Couple of months.

(sighs) I lost my job not so long ago, and my marriage wasn't working out.

And then, I don't know... Debts, bills, I couldn't afford the rent.

Aye, I know what it's like to have nothing.

(Doc Martin) Oh, for God's sake.

Hold this.

Right, help me get him up.

♪ (engine humming) ♪ -Got him?

-Yep.

♪ (Robert) The eggs... (Dennis) You were gonna buy them.

I know.

(Doc Martin) All right, come on.

♪ Is there really absolutely nobody you can turn to.

(Robert) No, not really.

Sometimes it's easier just to give up.

(Doc Martin) That's cheery... (Robert) I'm not gonna be able to settle up at the pub.

Or pay you back.

It's gonna take some time.

I'm sorry.

(Joe) Don't worry.

We'll sort something out.

And you can still testify against you-know-who.

(Robert) No.

I was never going to.

(Dennis) Oh?

(Robert) No.

♪ (Dennis) I, uh, I had a thought.

If you need a place for a few weeks, get back on your feet, like...

I've got a spare room.

Providing you don't talk much, and stay out of my way.

(Joe) No, no, you're trying to influence him.

That's witness tampering.

(Doc Martin) It sounds like a good solution to me, if the room is clean and hygienic.

(Dennis) My house is very hygienic!

Although I could give it a quick wash and drying up.

(Robert) Well, I've never been one for charity...

Thank you.

(engine humming) (Doc Martin) So, you have idiopathic intracranial hypertension.

It's a build-up of pressure around the brain.

Oh, my God!

(Doc Martin) Calm down.

(Emily) How can I calm down?

I have pressure on my brain.

-Is it gonna explode?

-No.

And that's not helpful.

It can be treated.

I'll put you on a course of acetazolamide to bring the swelling down, and you can keep taking your acne medication with this.

But long term, I think we need to talk about your diet.

(Rose) Doc, are you body shaming her?

'Cause that is so not on.

(Emily) Maybe just be quiet and let him finish?

(Rose) Only looking out for you.

(Emily) I know, but he probably just wants me to cut down on my fat and salt intake?

(Doc Martin) Yes, that's correct.

And keep a record of your headaches and how severe they are.

And come back and see me in a month.

Can I start wearing makeup again?

No.

Aw.

Well, thanks, Doc.

That's for you.

(bright music) ♪ (mellow music) ♪ Oh, what are you cooking?

Trout.

(Doc Martin) Do you want some help?

(Louisa) No, I know how to fillet a fish, Martin.

(Doc Martin) Yes, I know.

I've been looking up some fertility specialists.

Um, it's quite a broad field.

I've provisionally made us an appointment with one, a Dr. Emma Ryder.

(Louisa) Oh, good.

Thank you.

(Doc Martin) She's highly qualified, published.

Use the flat of the knife against the fish's backbone to guide it.

I know.

(Doc Martin) It's a bit of a mess, isn't it?

(Louisa) Yeah, well, it's probably just because of the adrenaline from, well, my accident, Martin.

(Doc Martin) No, it would have worn off by now.

Fine.

Well, you finish it.

(Doc Martin) Do you have a spare fish?

(Louisa) Yeah... (squeaky toy squeaking) We mustn't let the GMC fire you.

(Doc Martin) Why, are they going to fire me?

No firm decision has been made yet.

But I'd say the prognosis isn't good.

(Doc Martin) Louisa, I hope your patients aren't going to obstruct the business of the surgery.

(man) Uh, we call them clients, not patients.

(soft, quirky music) (man) Let me take you out on the waves.

Work off some of that tension.

(Mrs. Tishell) You've got a heart of gold, Doc.

Some people would see a man like that tarred and feathered and dragged through the streets.

(laughs) ♪ (theme music) ♪ ♪ (bright music)