Doc Martin

Get in your basket.

Go on, get in your basket.

- You filthy, stinking little... - Buddy, in your basket. Go on.

Oh! Good morning.

Morning, Ruth. Thanks for coming at such short notice.

It's always a pleasure to spend time with my great-nephew.

He's asleep, but he still feels hot and he's been unsettled.

You'll have to take his temperature every 30 minutes.

He's been up most of the night. He'll need a nap at around 11.

- He'll need changing first. - I've looked after him before.

Go on. Go and get yourself ready for work.

Yes.

How's the course going?

Yes, well, it's early days. We've had the induction,

but we are looking at Attachment Theory.

Ah, the issues of such subtypes as anxious-ambivalent attachment

and... what's the other one?

No!

Out!

I'm late. I'll call you later. Thanks, Ruth.

- Hello, Bert. - Jack. Tara! Long time, no see.

- Is this your shop, then? - Don't like to boast, but...

Good to see you doing so well for yourself.

You've been blessed.

When you've finished with that, Bert,

got stock out the back I need you to sort.

Right, Caitlin.

How are you finding the spare room?

It's somewhere to lay my head. You won't find me complaining.

It's a bit small, though. Saw you last night, all squashed up.

- You saw me? - I popped in to check on you.

- You were watching me sleep? - Only for a few minutes!

Like a big old babby, snoozing away.

It just makes me feel bad, Bert. Me in a big old double bed!

There's room for one more in there.

I'll just get on with the stock.

- Oh, my God... Al! - What?

It's 8:15. I must have forgotten to set the alarm.

I'm gonna be late.

Can't you be late a little quieter?

- The Doc's gonna kill me. - OK, OK.

Can you get that, Al?

Al?

Surprise!

- Mr and Mrs Newcross. - Where's Morwenna?

Morwenna!

Er, hi. What are you doing here?

I just wanted to see my daughter. Not a crime, is it?

You're the one who complains we never visit.

- So kettle on, then! - Sorry, Dad.

You should have warned me. I'm late for work as it is.

There's always five minutes for family.

Even ones who don't call in advance.

Five minutes, then.

Get their bag.

- Ooh, hello! - Nice dressing gown!

- Place looks the same. - Apart from the new paint,

new wallpaper, new furniture... Go on down.

- I'm just gonna go and erm... - Why?

Well...

So you're living in sin with Al Large, then, eh?

- You wanna watch that family. - People move on, you know?

- What's he up to, nowadays? - He runs the pub.

Oh, yes? Very respectable.

Right, erm... Here are the spare keys.

Milk in the fridge, tea and sugar in the cupboard

and I shall be back about half five.

Maybe you could take the morning off.

- The doctor wouldn't mind. - He would.

Lunch, then. I'll come and get you at the surgery.

I've never seen you at work before.

Right. It's just... I wasn't expecting you.

You didn't even come back for Grandad's funeral.

We should've called.

Shall I walk you to the surgery?

What, don't you want to stay and talk to them?

Well, that is a potentially stressful situation

and the Doc told me to watch my blood pressure, so...

- That is a terrible excuse. - It's the only one I've got.

Short notice.

That was awkward! Felt like I was 16 again.

I suppose they can't be staying long. Where do they live, again?

Kenya. You know about as much as I do.

What are they doing out there? You've always avoided the topic.

Missionary work. Building a school.

- That's pretty cool. - Yeah, I suppose.

Just feels like the work's more important than anything else.

They used to be fun before they went all churchy.

So how long do you think they're staying?

Morwenna?

Where's Morwenna?

Right. Surgery is open. Come through.

Ahahah! No. Stay there.

No, no, no, no, no, no! Out, out, out!

Out! Out! Out! Out!

Not you. Come back.

You stay there!

Who's the 8:30? You? Is it you? Who are you?

Erm, Mary Rawlings. I've just moved here from St...

- Have you registered here? - No, no, I was rather hoping...

You need to register with the receptionist,

should she deign to attend!

Where have you been?

Sorry, Doc. My parents showed up completely unannounced.

Is that my concern?

- You asked. - Get these dogs out of here.

Noah Cant. Go through.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Out of the way. Sorry, what's going on?

Sorry, Louisa, I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop you.

Crime scene. Possibility of a dangerous intruder inside.

- I'm waiting for backup. - Don't be ridiculous.

- No, wait. No! - Ooooh!

- Louisa... - Ssh!

- In here. - Wait!

Why would anybody do this?

- What? - This!

Oh.

The depth of the criminal mind is unfathomable to most people.

Luckily, not to me.

So?

Well, I'm still assessing it.

Oh, hello, Dan! How are you liking Bristol?

Still singing? You used to have such a lovely singing voice!

- No. No, I'm not. - Oh.

- You got anything for this? - Ooh...

Yes, I have... Erm...

You really have to see the doctor first to get his opinion.

- Do you know what it is? - Fairly sure, yes.

- Then can't you just tell me? - No.

You need to see the doctor.

He's the only one allowed to diagnose people.

- That's stupid. - I'm sorry you feel that way.

And you used to be such a nicely spoken boy, as well.

The Doc. Go on! He's there for a reason.

How much longer are you going to be?

I really, really, really need to get some work done.

Justice moves at its own pace.

Never was any good at jigsaws, shapes, patterns...

Mechanically illiterate.

Isn't that a bit of a drawback, given your line of work?

I make up for it in other departments.

Determination. A sixth sense, if you like.

I'll take the evidence back to headquarters.

In our heyday, we'd have made it under our own steam.

Just don't have the energy now.

Well, at least you've still got the energy to talk, eh?

Always look on the bright side, eh?

- All right, Dan? - I have to see the doctor.

Are you back from uni, then?

Obviously I am, or I wouldn't be standing here, would I?

Well, you don't actually have an appointment,

but er... I can fit you in after his next patient.

Next! >

Erm, if you want to go through.

Oh, let this young gentleman go first. I'm in no rush!

- Enjoying our chit-chat. - Dan.

On you go.

Right. Show me your rash.

- Is it sore? - Yeah.

- Think it's from the water? - What water?

They put something in it. You know, fluoride.

Other stuff too, I bet.

Only 10% of the country's water contains fluoridation.

There's no evidence it causes ill health.

- You know a lot about it! - Yes, I'm a doctor.

Any other symptoms? Headaches, fatigue?

Yeah. I have both of them.

It's shingles. You're young to have it. Anything worrying you?

I was worried they were putting stuff in the water.

Anything real? Are you working? It can be stress-related.

I'm at uni, but it's not something that worries me.

Step on the scales, please.

They're behind you, there.

Mmhm. Take a seat.

Since your last visit, you've put on... quite a lot of weight.

You should keep an eye on your diet.

I'll write you a prescription for antiviral medication.

You can buy yourself some ibuprofen and calamine lotion

and drink plenty of water.

A lot of medication you're sending my way.

You have a viral infection. And a shower wouldn't kill you,

despite your feelings about the state of the nation's water.

Where are you going?

I thought James could use some fresh air.

Wait, I've only got two more patients to see. I'll come with you.

Have you adopted a second animal?

What do you mean? Oh, no, come on!

Out! Out! Out!

Go on! Get out!

- Morwenna! - Yeah?

- It's got in again! - Dogs just love you.

They always did.

Oh, ho! Looking good in here.

I'm trying my best.

See Morwenna's folks are back in town?

Yeah. They showed up this morning.

So you're staying with her most nights?

- Why? - That room at Caitlin's,

it's very cramped.