Doc Martin

Right. Good morning. You're starting early.

Thought we could have breakfast together.

Sorry. Yes.

You should eat something.

I'm er, not really very hungry.

You don't have much of an appetite at the moment, do you?

No.

Hm.

Maybe if you talked about it you'd feel better.

My father's died.

Apart from that, there's not much to talk about, really.

I know you two didn't really get on, but he was your father.

Maybe it's hit you harder than you think.

What do you think about the three of us going away together?

Ah. Well, I have a responsibility to my patients.

I can't just go. Doctors are allowed to take time off.

I'm only talking about a long weekend somewhere.

I'd like that, anyway.

To spend some time together, just you, me and James.

No, I can't. Thank you.

I see.

Yes? Morning.

Sgt Pledge, Royal Military Police.

Lance Corporal Harding. Are you PC Penhale?

No. But you are police officer?

No. No, no, I just sort of er... just sort of live here.

Could you tell us where to find PC Penhale, sir?

I dunno. He's out - somewhere.

Do you know a Michael Graham Pruddy?

Corporal Pruddy, REME. REME?

Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers.

Pruddy's regiment. Oh, right. Erm... Pruddy, Pruddy...

No, doesn't ring a bell.

Give this to PC Penhale.

Of course, yeah. Thank you for your time.

Is he in trouble, then, this Pruddy guy?

Not at all, sir.

Erm, sorry, Margaret. Sorry.

Oh. Nice!

OK. I have to go.

What, now? You know it's Sports Day?

But Michael won't be here for 25 minutes.

I'm sorry. But I did say.

Louisa? Don't worry. I'll take care of him.

Shall we go for walkie later, James Henry? Shall we?

Good boy. He's not a dog.

Right, so you'll be there at 12:00? What?

You're giving out the prizes. What?

You agreed to be the special guest.

No. Don't say "What?"

You really don't remember?

OK. It's fine. If you don't feel up to it, I can try and find someone else.

No, it's fine. Sure?

Yes. You will be there? Yes. Big field, 12 o'clock. Yes.

Thank you. Bye, Margaret.

Didn't you win a prize for sports once at school?

No. I remember you bringing home a silver jug.

It was for chess.

You look awful. Have you lost weight?

No. What will your patients think when they see their doctor looking so poorly?

I think the word you're looking for is 'hello'.

What are you doing here? It's lovely to see you, too!

Are you visiting Martin? I live in Portwenn.

I came back from London last night, and I thought I saw you,

so I called Martin. He gave me the bad news.

About Christopher. He confirmed that it was you.

He also told me that my brother was dead.

Did you kill him? Well, it was nice to catch up.

Oh, no, no, no. We've not finished yet.

I think some coffee, don't you? And a nice talk.

Unless you've something better to do?

Which, of course, you don't.

Now, who's got the eggs?

Me, miss! Who's got the spoons?

Very good! Now, off we go!

Please, everybody, watch out for traffic and the road.

Are you OK, miss? I think so.

That's very sweet.

Mrs Tishell? Erm... ooh, we're closed - stock taking.

I need couch rolls, vacutainers and hand disinfectant.

Open the door.

Dear.

Do you have my order? Er... I suppose I could check on my deliveries.

It's not this one. Might be...

Ooof! What now?

Hm? Nothing.

Are you in pain? Oh, it's just toothache.

Go to your dentist. No, it's strange. It comes and then it's not there,

then - I don't know - What do you mean it's strange?

It comes when you exert yourself and stops when you don't?

Is that what you're trying to say?

I WILL go and see my dentist. Good.

He is a very nice man.

He'd need to be. Good day.

Ow.

Cappuccino, if you can manage such a thing.

And I'd like a double espresso, please.

I thought you hated Cornwall, Portwenn in particular.

I can see it can appeal to a certain kind of person.

I've been here before. Twice. And why exactly are you here again?

You've asked me already. Yes, but I didn't really get an answer,

so I'll carry on asking that question.

Thank you.

You understand I'm just trying to protect Martin?

What kind of son needs protection from his own mother?

The kind who's been damaged by his own mother.

Damaged! You don't know what you're talking about.

I'm here to help my son. Oh, no, no, no!

I can't take you seriously as the saintly, maternal type,

concerned only with the welfare of her precious child.

Why do you see me as this... Monster?

I'm not sure. Could it be because you kept Martin

as far from you as possible throughout his so-called childhood?

Prep school, boarding school,

bundled off in the holidays to his Auntie Joan in Cornwall -

who, incidentally, loved him

and wasn't afraid to show him affection.

And what was the problem there? What was the matter?

The woman was having an affair.

Oh, so you took Martin away from Joan,

and kept him at school in the holidays because she was having an affair?

I thought adultery was rather popular in our family.

You didn't have a relationship with your son,

and you didn't want anyone else to have one,

so that was the end of Cornwall. There were standards to be maintained.

I didn't want Martin mixing with the wrong kind of person.

YOU are the wring kind of person. "Morally bankrupt" -

isn't that what the headmistress called you

when you were caught stealing from the local shops?

Mrs Jessop called you something a little more Anglo-Saxon.

Everyone stole from her nasty little shop.

Not everyone.

But it isn't your pilfering and petty meanness that I care about.

It's the damage that you can still inflict on Martin.

Well... I don't have to stay here to listen to this.

Go home, Margaret.

I am Martin's mother. I have every right to be here.

You've never had children.

You can't possibly understand what you're talking about.

Don't forget your grandson.

Careful! I need to see my son!

He's coat's all back-to-front...

Oh! What's her problem?

Mr Twilly?

Martin, I want a word - I'm with a patient.

What about... The King's Inn in Padstow?

Local lobster, Belgian lager.

Just you and me? Did you wanna bring a friend?

Well, if you're gonna be like you were the other night,

I might need someone to talk to, yeah.

'Ey, one more chance.

Give me a reason. You've got nothing else to do, and I'll be paying.

OK. Great.

Right, we're off to the beach. Lucky for some.

Doc, Mr Twilly wasn't sure -

Get out.

If you don't have Junior, I can make-do with Maxie.

Yes, erm... Ooh.

I know I've put them somewhere.

Oooh. Oh, dear. You OK, Mrs T?

Hm? Oh, it's just toothache.

Have you tried that new dentist in Weybridge?

It's gone. The pain's gone.

Oh, well, it comes and goes, comes and goes.

Yes? My nappies.

Oh. Silly me!

And when you say purple, do you mean a dark bluey red or a light pinky blue?

'Ey. OK, well, try to stop squeezing it,

and I'll book you in for 15:30 tomorrow.

OK. Bye-bye.

All right? Yes. Is Mike around?

He's taken James to the beach. Probably neatly arranging the rock pools by now.

Great. All right, Doc? Yes.

Routine MSU. I've labelled it and done the request form.

This is your name. Shush! Yes.

What's going on? Just do it.

Come through.

The important thing to do here is keep everything in line -

the sand, the stones, the turrets, the flags.

You just need to make sure that everything has its rightful place.

Y- Wow. It's very good, Mike.

Thanks.

Er... two soldiers...

came to the police station this morning.

Royal Military Police.

I'm supposed to give this to Joe.

Apparently...

..you're AWOL.

Right. What's going on, mate?

What did you do? Nothing.

I-I didn't do anything. I just...

I just needed to get out of the Army.

I have to leave. What?

I gotta go. Calm down.

No. I need to get my things. If you run, Mike,

and they catch you, you're gonna be in more trouble.

No. They won't catch me.

Mike, think about what you're doing, mate.

I can't go back to the Army.

I would rather sleep rough for the rest of my life.