Doc Martin

Hold on a second, guys.

Oh! Ohhh...

Oh, Toby, give me a hand.

Right. Let's have a look.

Mummy...

There's definitely another one coming through.

Look, his gums are pink.

And sore.

I know.

That teething gel clearly didn't work

or he wouldn't be up half the night.

I agree.

Look, really.

In here. Must you?

Go on, get out. Honestly. Come on. This way.

Well, my mother used to rub some whisky onto my gums.

Doesn't surprise me. She's a dipsomaniac.

No, she's not, Martin.

In your basket.

Anyway, it was just a thought.

You know I've got my class in Truro tomorrow.

Yes?

So is it OK if I swap with you

and take James to nursery this morning instead?

Er... yes, that's fine.

- Good. - Good.

Right, well, hopefully we'll have time to stop

at the pub on the way.

- What? - Whisky.

Oh, yes, yes. Very good.

Because if it is, it needs to be verified.

- Auntie Angela. - Yes?

- How old is this building? - Er... I don't know.

This is the nephew I told you about.

My younger brother's boy, Toby.

- Welcome to Portwenn. - Are you the Head?

Are you going to be teaching me or is someone else?

I am the Head, yes, and I will be teaching you sometimes.

Thank you for taking him.

He usually stays with cousins in Wales

but they're away too, so I've got him for two weeks.

My parents are in Dubai. Have you ever been to Dubai?

They call people who live there Dubaians.

What do they call people who live in Portwenn?

Lots of things. Toby, just be quiet for a minute.

- How's the new surgery going? - I'm still setting up.

It's good you're going to be close to the village.

Let's find someone to introduce you to. Ella?

Would you mind showing Toby around?

Yes, Miss.

- Go on. She'll look after you. - OK.

Bye-bye, Auntie Angela.

He's a smart boy. Difficult to handle sometimes.

My brother thinks he might have ADHD.

- Has he been assessed for it? - Not that I know of.

I'll keep an eye on him and call if there are any problems.

I'd appreciate that.

Right. Lots of work to do.

Bye, Toby.

All right. Come on, then. Let's get you inside.

- Are you OK? - It's my ear.

Sleeping on a camp bed by a draughty window.

Well, if you wake up and need to come disturb me,

I won't kick up a fuss.

Like two bugs in a rug we'd be.

I can't hear out of this one now.

Rub under the ear.

You just need a tender touch.

I reckon the Doc can sort this out.

You should go and see the doctor, Mrs O'Donnell.

Get a proper diagnosis.

It's just a cold thing. There's a lot of it around.

Cough sweets will be fine. Blackcurrant.

All right. Good morning, Ruth.

Cherry. Lemon.

Blackcurrant must be round the back. One moment.

I don't really have time to see doctors.

Walter and I have a big exhibition coming up

at the Delabole Arts Centre.

Oh, congratulations.

That's one of Walter's paintings.

My sculptures are on the back.

Course, he had to be on the front.

Look it's right here on the middle shelf.

Do I have to do everything myself?

Here you go.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There you go.

Have you got a new assistant back there, Sally?

No.

I was just muttering to myself.

As you do.

I'll have to order this.

You'll have to come back tomorrow.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Is it a dull or a sharp ache?

Mostly dull, then sharp, then dull again.

There's redness and swelling in the tympanic membrane.

- Sounds bad. - It's not.

Don't have anything for stress while I'm here, do you, Doc?

Chippy Miller told me about this "mindfulness" thing.

Said it would help to calm my nerves,

put myself "in the moment".

Antibiotics. It should clear up in a few days.

- Chippy Miller also... - Just go.

Oh, well, I blame the ten pints I had.

See you later.

Al. Good to see you last night.

Thanks for stopping by. More round the front.

I wanted to ask you about your whisky.

You said you made it yourself?

Yeah. Well, it's Large Whisky. It's in the name.

Did I tell you my dad got kicked by a horse?

No. No, you didn't and I'm sorry.

He got laid up at home, realised he liked it.

So he's retiring and handing over running of the pubs to me.

Camborne. Bude. Padstow.

And we've just opened one in St Ives.

So, what do you think?

Well done.

No, about your whisky.

I was wanting to buy some.

Oh. Sure.

I mean, obviously I'll have to talk to my partners first.

Obviously, yeah. Here.

I had some business cards made up.

Oh, right.

Good, aren't they? That font is called Impact.

Right.

So, we could start the ball rolling with three cases.

- Three cases? - A month, yeah.

See how we do for starters.

Lots of talking, this one.

All through class. And after.

I'll wait with him until Angela gets here. You get off home.

Do you know how much the Brachiosaurus

eats every day to survive?

I don't, Toby, no.

More or less than a Diplodocus?

Erm... your Aunt will be here soon. Let's ask her.

My favourite dinosaur is the Apatosaurus.

What's yours?

Gosh, I don't know. Perhaps a Brontosaurus.

They're the same thing. Didn't you know that?

Toby, I can't be an expert at everything, can I?

Gosh, you do like to ask a lot of questions, don't you?

But I think that's enough for now.

I suppose so. I was an early talker.

Dad said I started and never stopped.

Really?

Are you OK?

A bit of a headache, sore throat.

Sorry. Tricky ovariectomy,

made trickier by not knowing where any of my instruments are.

All set? Let's go.

Angela, Toby's not feeling well.

He's got a sore throat and, I think, a temperature.

You should take him up to see Martin.

Mm.

Pale gums.

Van, now.

See you soon. Bye, Toby.

Months they must have been there.

Mm?

Oh, you'll be the death of me, you really will.

Sal?

Oh... Oh, hello.

Er... how can I help you, Bert?

I need some antibiotics for my ear.

Who you arguing with back there?

I don't know what you mean.

I think I know what's going on.

I went through this myself when I lost my darling wife.

I often thought I heard her in the next room

and if I cried out her name... Spooky.

- Really? - At least I had Al.

But you're in here all alone.

- Must be hard. - No, it's not hard.

I have customers coming in all the time.

Right now, I am engaged in conversation with you.

Now, I know I'm not an authority on this stuff,

but it seems to me, at some point,

you're gonna have to face facts.

Clive's gone.

And carrying on as if nothing's happened...

not the best way forward.

£8.60.

Sal.

Everyone is so quick with the advice.

Because they care.

You can't shut people out, Sal.

You have paid for your goods. You can go now.

- Sal. - I'm closed for stock-taking.

- Go on. Out. - Sal.

I'm closed for stock-taking, Mr Large.

Thank you. Good day.

Drugs.

Drugs.

Take your drugs...