Doc Martin (2004–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Family Way - full transcript
Martin's somewhat difficult parents come to visit from their home in Portugal. They have not spoken to one another for seven years and Martin finds his mother to be very withdrawn. His father, a retired surgeon, is somewhat dismissive of Martin's decision to become a small town doctor. Things come to a head when they all visit aunt Joan and the real reason for his father's visit comes to light. Martin also deals with Maureen Tacy who has been putting on weight despite attempts at dieting. Martin's conclusions are both surprising and delightful. Louisa's friend Danny has a serious attack while renovating his new home, but Martin comes to the rescue.
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Dad.
Martin.
Mum.
How are you?
I'm fine.
How was the flight?
Well, a bit bumpy out of Lisbon.
Right. Uh, the car's this way.
Your letter didn't say. Are
you here on holiday or...
We need a reason?
Right. No. I was just...
It's been, um, been some
years since we've spoke.
Really? Has it been years?
Seven.
Good of you to collect us.
Hope you didn't
have to reschedule
any important patient care.
Sore throats, lumbago.
Oh, God.
Bless you, Martin. Uh,
car's given up the ghost.
You couldn't drop us up
at my place, could you?
Get in.
Hang on a minute.
Sorry about this.
Maureen.
Oh, Louisa, I'm sorry.
Mum had to drag me
out of bed this morning.
I could sleep for
England at the moment.
Well, if this is you tired,
I can't wait to see you
when you got some energy.
I wondered if it
could be my thyroid.
Yeah?
My mum's got it.
Everything slows down.
You're tired all the
time. Can't lose weight.
She had it for years
before anyone diagnosed it.
Well, maybe you
should get it checked out.
What?
I don't want to go
and see the doc.
He's so...
Yeah, he's a total
pain in the arse.
Martin, you couldn't...
Sorry. Thanks.
I was doing some DIY at
Mum's, hence this, and, uh...
I'm Danny... Danny Steel.
Christopher Ellingham.
This is my wife, uh,
Margaret, Martin's mother.
Pleased to meet
you, Chris, Margaret.
So, you're... You're
a builder, hmm?
Architect, London-based.
London.
What are you doing here? I
mean, not much of a challenge.
You two been friends for long?
No. Just met.
But we have a lot in
common, don't we, Doc?
Both come down from London,
both searching for and found
a more enriching way of life.
Yeah.
Well... thanks again.
Hope I haven't made
you too late or anything.
Bless you, Chris, Margaret.
Mate, you've saved my life.
You're coughing a lot. You
may have a chest infection.
Well, I don't believe
in antibiotics for a cold.
It would be gone by now if
it wasn't for the wood dust.
Oh.
Martin, your parents...
Are they, uh, always
like that... your mum?
You should use a mask.
Why? Have they got something?
When you're sanding the floor.
I know. Joke.
Goodbye.
God bless you, Martin.
This is old Jim Sim's place.
Is there room?
- Like a doll's house.
- It's got a spare room.
It's quite small, but you can
have my room while you're here.
Oh, one spare room. Hmm.
Well, we're here now.
Everything all right, Mum?
Mm-hmm.
Dinner at the Portwenn Hotel, hmm?
- 45.
What do you reckon, girls?
- Hey!
- Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
I like that.
Come in.
Maureen Tacey...
Works at the school.
She's a bit tearful.
Lived with her mum all her life.
Probably prefer a female doctor.
Here you go, Maureen.
- Okay.
- Thanks, Paul.
Come in. Sit down.
So...
I think it could be me thyroid.
And what makes you say that?
My mum's got a thyroid.
I've got the symptoms.
- I get tired easily.
- You're overweight.
Just can't shift it.
Well, let's get
you on the scales.
I'd rather not.
Oh. Um, well, have you
thought about your diet?
I've tried Atkins, G.I.,
the Zone, South
Beach, and the cabbage.
I've been on more
diets than anyone I know.
Which would suggest you're
not committed to any of them.
Louisa thinks it
could be me thyroid.
Oh, does she?
What are you doing?
- For goodness' sake.
- I'm ju...
Well, wait. Well, wait a minute.
I haven't finished
my examination!
Oh, yes, you have.
Here's Woods on the 16th.
I'll get changed.
Woods is in good form.
Is Mum ready?
She'll join us later.
This one looks like
around, uh, 20 feet.
Not an easy putt, at that.
Is she all right?
Why do you ask?
Well, she's hardly
spoken a word to me.
I've canceled the
table at the hotel.
Thought we should
go to the Crab.
What for?
Page 1, Martin...
First time in a new place,
buy everyone a drink.
The line is good.
Yeah, good pace.
Oh, shot!
Right.
I haven't had time
to do me exercises.
Sorry.
That's all right.
Let's, uh, start with
some vowels, shall we?
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
Very good.
Now, uh, tongue behind
the top of the teeth.
And...
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
Come on. You can do this.
I know.
All right, Doc.
What can I get you?
- I'm not, um...
- Bitter?
Oh, let me get these.
Christopher Ellingham.
What's your poison?
You a... You a doc, too?
- No. I'm a surgeon.
- Oh.
Well, I'm Mark, the doc's friend
and, I like to think,
professional colleague...
Portwenn's police officer.
Oh, no, no. I've, uh,
I've got one in, thanks.
- I was just gonna get one for...
- No. I insist.
Oh, that's... That's
very generous.
I'll have a pint of
Extra Smooth, please.
And a glass of water, please.
Doc...
He seems nice. This is nice.
I'm not in the mood, Mark.
Doc, before your dad gets
back, I've got some news.
What?
- You'll never guess.
- I don't have to.
Go on. Try.
No.
I'm getting engaged.
Well, I think so. I hope so.
I haven't asked her
yet. I'm going to ask her.
I bought the ring.
- Julie Mitchell?
- Yes, Julie.
She's great, isn't she?
You know, I was trying
to think of the word...
The right word for her.
She's a woman.
And I've made inquiries
in that department,
if you don't mind me saying so.
Successful inquiries.
No problems, you'll be pleased
to hear, with my equipment.
No complaints... The
opposite of complaints.
You've known her
for how long? Mark.
Ooh, jumping into the fire, eh?
Oh, I-I hope so.
Oh, brave man.
Excuse me.
Hi.
Yeah. Love one.
Hello, mate.
We're having a
talent night tomorrow.
Um, I'm assuming nothing
could horrify you more.
That's correct, yes.
Miss Tacey, you left my surgery
without giving me
a chance to explain.
A good indication of poor
thyroid function is cold hands.
You have very warm hands,
which means we
need to do further tests.
Oh. I...
I owe you an apology.
Yes, you do.
Come to my surgery
in the morning.
Hello, Doctor.
Miss Mitchell.
Hey, Julie.
- We should go.
- Oh, really?
Just got interesting.
Christopher Ellingham.
Delighted to meet you.
Julie Mitchell.
I don't think anyone's
ever kissed my hand before.
Oh, careful, now,
Doc. She's spoken for.
I'm sure she is.
Look, why don't you
two join us in a bite?
Oh, no. M-Mark
doesn't want to...
I don't think... I
thought the doc was...
Oh, no. Come on.
I need to get to know my
son's circle of friends, hmm?
Please.
Thank you.
I'll get some menus.
Still, it was entertaining.
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.
Possesses a wonderful
naïveté, your chum.
Yeah.
Gonna have his
work cut out, though.
What do you mean?
The only way he's
going to keep her
is if he locks her up in a cell.
And you, you'd have to
drug 'em to keep 'em, hmm?
Like two peas in a pod, you two.
Dad.
Dad.
What is the matter with Mum?
She's tired.
Oh, right. She's so
tired, she can't speak.
That's right.
Got a decent malt?
Uh, yes, I have.
What are you
doing in this place?
What? It's fine. I like it.
Still got the flat
in Kensington?
Yes.
Huh.
- What?
- Oh, nothing.
This whole Cornwall thing...
It's obviously some
sort of midlife crisis.
No, it's not.
Then why'd you keep
your place in London, hmm?
I'm told house prices
have rocketed in Cornwall.
Uh, yes. I understand they have.
What are you waiting for?
Think prices are going to fall?
You should buy something
decent before it's too late.
Oh, never did have
any financial nous.
Used to drop your pocket
money on the way to the shop.
What's a little farmhouse
worth nowadays, do you think...
Place like Joan's?
Joan's? I don't know.
£500,000, £600,000.
Do you plan on seeing
her while you're here?
Obviously, I told
her you were coming.
I think you should.
Take us over there tomorrow.
And he's there!
A magnificent try for
Gordon on his debut!
Doc?
Maureen Tacey's here.
Said you said first thing.
Oh. Right.
Good morning.
Yeah. Well, just, um,
tell her to wait. Thank you.
Can I get you a
cup of coffee, Mum?
Tea.
Okay. Pot.
Mummy...
is there something wrong?
Is there anything
that I can do to help?
No.
Right, then.
Want to come through, please?
Sorry about yesterday.
I'm overreacting
left, right, and center.
Take a seat.
I said to Louisa only
the other day that I was...
Tell me about your symptoms.
You have a regular
menstrual cycle?
It's a bit erratic.
When was your last period?
I hate that question. I
can never remember.
It was a while ago,
come to think of it.
Any changes in body temperature?
I'm always too warm. I
have to have the window...
Hot flashes... Is
that what you mean?
Menopause?
- Average age is 51.
- I'm 50.
Tell me about
your family history.
Dad died when I was 12.
He was swimming, and
he had a heart attack
and died in the sea.
It was terrible.
We thought he was
playing... Playing dead.
So Mum and me, we've
always looked after each other.
That's not what you
meant, is it... family history?
- You meant the menopause.
- Mm-hmm.
I don't think Mum got
hers till she was 58.
That's late.
I'll need to do some tests to
check out what's happening.
I need a urine sample.
Give that to Pauline
on your way out.
And I'll take some blood.
I'm learning to sing.
Thought my life
was just beginning.
Roll your sleeve up, please.
Ah.
Smaller than I remember.
Joan.
You think you can
just turn up here?
That's a relief.
What?
If you'd softened
up in your old age,
I'd have been very disappointed.
I sent you some
letters recently.
Well, several.
I know. I didn't open them.
Didn't want to forgive you.
You remember?
That's where Uncle Dick
used to have his sheds.
Joan and I smashed a
window playing football once.
Oh, the rollicking he gave us.
You played the football.
I got the rollicking.
But this farm...
I was thinking... bit
of a burden for you.
Oh, yes, course it is... much
too much work, but I love it.
Be better off with something
more modern, I'd have thought.
Um, something more
like our villa in Portugal.
Portugal?
No, I don't mean Portugal,
but I mean something smaller,
all on one level...
Good idea at your age.
What are you talking
about, Christopher?
Well...
as you know...
Uncle Dick left this
place to both of us.
Well, yes, of course.
Of course I know, but...
Never asked for
compensation... For my half.
Compensation?
But... But you said
Phil and I could have it.
Well... live in it, yes.
But I don't understand.
You said this farm was
"small change for a surgeon."
Well, our circumstances
have changed, and I need...
We need our half.
But...
I-I don't have any money.
I mean, I don't know how
much this place is worth, but...
Well, Martin estimated 'round
about the £600K mark, hmm?
- Martin?
- Well, wait a minute.
Well, that's what you said.
Well, yeah, but I
didn't mean that...
I couldn't raise half that.
W-We'd have to sell the
house. It would be impossible.
You've got to be bloody joking.
Get out.
Get out, you bastard!
I'm sorry you've
taken it this way, Joan.
- Auntie Joan...
- And you can get out, too.
- How dare you!
- Well, hang on a minute.
I've been more of a mother
to you than she ever has,
and now you collude
with these poisonous...
Martin, the car, please.
- What the hell do you think...
- Not now, son.
Your mother's upset. We'll
speak when we get back.
- Auntie Joan...
- Get out!
- Auntie Joan...
- Get out, Martin!
Doc.
Are you taking the piss?
What?
Maureen Tacey's.
Oh, hi, there.
I know you're fond of Joan.
But you should keep out of
things that don't concern you.
It does concern me. She's
my aunt, and I live here.
It's between me and my sister.
What you're doing with Joan
can't be about the money.
You've got a private
income, haven't you?
It is about the
money. I have a deal.
There's a bridging
loan. It's complicated.
And I don't have to
justify myself to you.
Look at you. What
are you doing here?
Putting drops of piss
onto pieces of paper,
playing at doctors in Portwenn.
It's ridiculous. Who
are you trying to kid?
There's nothing
ridiculous about it.
I am responsible for the
healthcare of this community,
and that's a duty I take
very seriously indeed.
Oh, please.
Pauline, if I wanted to find
Maureen Tacey right away,
she'd be at the
school... Am I right?
- Yes, Doc.
- Thank you.
I have to go out.
Okay, if we have to cross
between parked cars,
what do we have
to be careful of?
Doc!
She said yes.
I'm a fiancé. How cool is that?
Well, um...
Actually, I was thinking...
You should be a bit
more like your old dad.
What do you mean?
He's a bit of a charmer,
isn't he, a bit of a ladies' man?
Bet he's never had a problem...
- With what?
- With the ladies, I suppose.
It's her. Hello?
Yeah. No, no, no.
Any time is a good time.
So if you can take
all that to the sports...
Um...
Miss Glasson, I, uh, need to
see a patient... Maureen Tacey?
Hello, Martin.
Yes, of course.
She's preparing for
the talent night later.
I believe she's gone on a very
long walk to calm her nerves.
Your best bet is to catch
her in the village hall tonight.
Right.
But I-I won't tell
her to expect you,
because she might
just wait for ages,
only to find that
you don't show up.
I beg your pardon.
Martin, last week, we were
supposed to meet to talk.
Well, I had a...
Something cropped
up... A patient.
Your friend Tricia Soames.
And you were right...
She was in a bad way.
Oh. I see.
Well, you still
could have called.
Yes.
But I may have to
push you back a bit,
depending on how we're
doing for time, all right?
- Okay. Yeah.
- I'll give you a yell later on.
Thanks a lot.
Roger, I'm looking
for Maureen Tacey.
Why? Is there a problem?
I can't tell you that.
Buon giorno! Come sta?
Yeah, but I saw
your lips move, Bert.
Scusi. Scusi.
Good luck, mate.
Uh, she's in the
back, getting ready.
- Martin, don't...
- What?
She's on in a
minute, that's all.
All right.
I'm not ready yet.
Just a quick word.
Uh, could you call in the
surgery tomorrow morning?
What is it?
I got your test results back,
and I need you to go into
hospital tomorrow afternoon.
Hospital? Oh, my
God. What is it?
Buon giorno, tutti! I am-a Gino.
- You must be il dottore.
- Get out.
I'll come back later.
I understand you've got
some sort of performance
this evening, so we can
discuss it in the morning.
You have to tell me now.
I can't believe it.
I'm 50 years old.
What is the matter with you?!
I told you... She's
about to go onstage.
I thought I understood
you, but do you take
some kind of perverse
pleasure in upsetting people
when they're at their
most vulnerable?
Fenn!
I'm pregnant.
And from the other indications,
I'd say that you could
be into your third term.
My third term?
Pregnant?
We're gonna have a baby.
I'm gonna be a dad!
Oh! This is bloody fantastic!
But I'm...
Right. Right.
Booked you a scan
for tomorrow afternoon.
At your age and the
size you are already,
you can't be too careful.
All right, everyone. I'm
sorry for the, uh, delay.
Uh, we had a little
technical hitch back there.
But, uh, we're all sorted now.
Oh, come on. Come
on. It's not that bad.
We've not even started yet.
Right.
Um, making her
debut here tonight,
will you put a warm welcome
together for the very lovely,
the very talented, the...
Just the astonishing...
Your very own Maureen Tacey!
Maureen!
Maureen Tacey.
I see that cough's no better.
Martin...
I-It is okay if I call
you Martin, isn't it?
Not really, no.
I-I've been meaning to say...
I know that you and
Lou were, at one point...
Although I gather
nothing ever actually...
If you're talking
about Louisa Glasson,
- that is none of your business.
- The thing is...
I've got to be
straight with you.
Louisa and I...
Well, you probably know
there's a history there between us.
And, well, we seem to have
become very close again.
Obviously not deliberately.
But, you know, I
sometimes wonder...
Things not happening for me
in London, whether it's a sign.
It's a cliché, I know,
but God sometimes...
Yes, He works in
mysterious ways, doesn't He?
Like malaria.
I made a mess of
things with Lou once.
Perhaps the Lord's
letting me have a s...
second... chance.
Sounds more like the Lord might
just want you back at the ranch.
Well, you know the old joke...
What's the difference
between God and a surgeon?
God doesn't think
he's a surgeon.
I'm busy.
No hard feelings, then, mate?
♪ You give your hand to me ♪
♪ And then you say goodbye ♪
♪ I watch you walk away ♪
♪ Beside that lucky guy ♪
♪ You'll never, ever know ♪
♪ The one who loves you so ♪
♪ 'Cause you don't know me ♪
More! More!
Super! Well done!
Pauline, is my
charming brother in?
Oh. Christopher?
He's gone up to the golf course.
He is charming, isn't he?
You!
You owe me an explanation.
I don't owe you anything.
You've had free
accommodation for 40 years.
All I'm asking for is my
share of the inheritance,
minus 40 years' rent.
Hmm? What's unfair about that?
That is completely
disingenuous, Christopher.
You want everything your
way, always have done...
Bugger everybody else.
Well, I'm sorry. Not this time.
I want everything my
way? What about you?
You think you have the
right to disrupt my life
whenever it suits you,
to impose your system
of morality on me,
to make your son
unhappy just to punish me.
Dear God.
What are we going to dig
up next... a Roman bath?
I thought it was inappropriate
for my son to learn his
morals from a woman like you.
- I loved him.
- Which "him" do you mean?
Your husband? Your
lover? Or my son?
Whenever I've had anything,
you've wanted to take it away,
and now you want
to take my house.
Well, I tell you what...
Take the house.
Take it if you want
the money so much.
I'll manage. I'm a survivor.
But you... You're just a thug!
Listen, Mum.
I've just about had enough
of this, uh, this silence.
I want you to tell me
what exactly it is you want
with all of Joan's money.
I know that Dad can
be a bit, you know...
But I'm not like him.
You can talk to me.
What?
You're not like him...
You can say that again.
What?
He's reached the
top of his profession.
He's charming.
Still a handsome man, even now.
We were happy before you
arrived... the perfect marriage.
He was always touching me
under the table in a restaurant,
in the car.
It was like electricity.
Then you came along.
I knew it was all over.
He could never see
me as a woman again.
I was a mother,
a deflated balloon.
So I decided I would make
things just as they were before,
just him and me together.
Put you in boarding school.
Sent you to spend the
summers here with Joan.
Somehow, you were
always there between us,
always needy, always bullied
and teased and wetting your bed.
When I couldn't
get his attention,
it was always his money.
Then we lost everything.
Did he tell you that?
Lost it on some bloody
fictitious golf development
in the Algarve.
We only have the villa
because he put it in
my name for tax reasons.
That's when I realized that's
what our marriage had become...
A marriage of tax conveniences.
Oh, Mum.
I've met someone there,
someone who looks at
me and sees a woman.
He's moving in there with me.
That's why your father
needs somewhere to live.
40 years.
40 years of clinging
on to your father.
40 years of my life wasted.
Mum, I'm sorry.
Because of you.
Excuse me.
Okay, Mrs. Phillipson,
you can go through.
Doc!
Oh, Martin!
Um, I-I just...
I just want to say something
about the other day.
- Just that I'm sorry.
- Right.
And, um, I heard that...
Well, I believe that
your parents are visiting,
so you must have a lot on
your plate at the moment.
Yeah.
There's nothing wrong, is there?
- With your parents, I mean.
- No.
Because, look, if you
want someone to moan to
or anything... I mean, God,
I know what parents are like.
- They can...
- Louisa, shut up.
Now, who's next?
Samantha. She's got a mole.
All right.
I've got a mole. Big one.
At least I think it is.
All right. Come through.
I'll take a look at it.
Do you have to?
If you want me to tell you
if it's cancerous or not, yes.
Well, I don't think it is.
Well, goodbye, then.
Whatever.
Wow. That looks really good.
- Yeah.
- So, Sugar Snap.
- You're a star.
- Where is it for?
Two minutes, and I'll
come and show you where.
Danny!
What if you thought
it was, you know...
Cancer?
I'd cut it off and
send it to a laboratory.
Why don't you do that,
anyway... Be on the safe side?
Because I don't perform
unnecessary procedures.
It's a perfectly harmless mole.
Miss Glasson's on the
phone. Says it's urgent.
I'll put her through, shall I?
Uh, no. I'll take it out there.
- Louisa.
- Martin...
Uh, yeah, I'm in the middle
of a surgery at the moment.
- Do you think I could call back?
- I'm at Danny's mum's.
I don't know... Well,
h-he's collapsed.
I've called an ambulance,
but can you come?
Yes. I'll be right there.
I have to leave.
What about my mole?
If it changes significantly
in shape or size or color,
come back and see me.
Until that time, goodbye.
You know what, Doc?
You seriously need to chill.
He's upstairs.
Louisa, when you came
to the house this morning,
- I'm afraid...
- Quickly. Come on.
His pulse is very weak.
- Where's that ambulance?
- Shall I try them again?
Yeah.
You tell them there are signs
of cardiovascular collapse.
Can you hear me?!
There was a jam
on the Truro Road,
so they should be
here within 10 minutes.
Bugger.
Um, right.
Can you get me
a... A bottle of water
or a container of fluid
or something like that?
Danny!
I think you may
have a collapsed lung.
I'm gonna make a
hole in your chest.
This is... This
is all I could find.
Martin, what are you doing?!
That's better.
I'll be off, then.
Aren't you coming?
No. There's no need.
They'll keep me informed.
Shouldn't we just stay together?
- You the wife, love?
- Um, no.
No, I'm... I'm...
There's a history.
What?
According to Danny.
Martin, you shut up.
I suppose you feel superior now.
You know, I was
a bit hard on you.
You want to be
here, practice here...
your call.
Oh, that's very generous of you.
Pity you can't be so
generous with your sister.
Don't be like that.
I was thinking.
Obviously, I'm gonna
have to start again.
So I thought maybe I can
spend a bit of time in the U.K.
Uh, I can even see myself
setting up down here.
Your mother's going
back to Portugal tomorrow.
She got what she wanted.
She saw me humiliate
myself in front of my sister...
and you.
Where will you go?
Well, temporarily, uh,
just till the money's
sorted out, I thought...
No.
- Night, Doc.
- Mm-hmm.
Doc!
Dr. Martin!
You were wrong.
What?
Maureen's not having a baby.
Well, that's not possible.
I did those tests myself.
She's not having a baby...
She's having twins.
Oh.
Our babies. Aren't
they bloody beautiful?
Of course, you can't really
tell, but... Well, I can tell.
- How far along is she?
- 30 weeks.
Can you believe it?
They're keeping her in because
they want to keep an eye on her
because of her age and
because of the twins, but, uh...
everything's
looking fine, so, uh...
Well, congratulations.
Thanks.
- Well, I'll just...
- I've... Yeah. I've got to...
Bloody amazing.
I tell you something.
You think you know what
love is until you have a child.
It's the best thing.
Ask any parent.
Maybe I'll make a better
job of it this time, eh?
Ah.
Bloody amazing.
Oh, um...
Oh. Ah.
Well, thank you.
By the way, I, uh, bumped
into Louisa at the hospital.
What you did for
Danny sounds amazing.
Well, it was...
Well done, mate.
Mm. Thank you.
Uh, good night, Roger.
Your mother and I are leaving.
Goodbye.
I'll wait for you in the taxi.
Regrettable, but it
hasn't been a great trip.
Where will you go?
She'll fly back to
Portugal in the morning.
I'll stay at my club in
London, talk to the solicitor,
and get back down
here in a few days,
sort out this
business with Joan.
No, you won't.
Here's what's going to
happen... I'll get your money.
I'll sell my flat.
You won't get it straightaway,
but you'll just have to wait.
In the meantime, you can go
and stay in your ghastly club
or wherever else
they'll have you.
But don't come back here.
You'd sell your place
to settle Joan's debt?
Don't tell Joan.
Just say you've changed
your mind or something.
Why on earth
wouldn't I tell Joan?
You think you're
living in a novel.
No, I just don't want
her to feel grateful to me.
She doesn't have
to. She's my family.
Goodbye.
Doctor!
- Doc!
- Doc!
- Doc! Quick!
- Quick! It's Sam!
She's dying!
There's fountains of blood
pouring out of her mole!
She try and cut it off?
- I told her not to do it!
- So did I!
- But she wouldn't listen!
- I'll get my bag.
- Doc, is she gonna die?
- Yep.
Not today, though.
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Dad.
Martin.
Mum.
How are you?
I'm fine.
How was the flight?
Well, a bit bumpy out of Lisbon.
Right. Uh, the car's this way.
Your letter didn't say. Are
you here on holiday or...
We need a reason?
Right. No. I was just...
It's been, um, been some
years since we've spoke.
Really? Has it been years?
Seven.
Good of you to collect us.
Hope you didn't
have to reschedule
any important patient care.
Sore throats, lumbago.
Oh, God.
Bless you, Martin. Uh,
car's given up the ghost.
You couldn't drop us up
at my place, could you?
Get in.
Hang on a minute.
Sorry about this.
Maureen.
Oh, Louisa, I'm sorry.
Mum had to drag me
out of bed this morning.
I could sleep for
England at the moment.
Well, if this is you tired,
I can't wait to see you
when you got some energy.
I wondered if it
could be my thyroid.
Yeah?
My mum's got it.
Everything slows down.
You're tired all the
time. Can't lose weight.
She had it for years
before anyone diagnosed it.
Well, maybe you
should get it checked out.
What?
I don't want to go
and see the doc.
He's so...
Yeah, he's a total
pain in the arse.
Martin, you couldn't...
Sorry. Thanks.
I was doing some DIY at
Mum's, hence this, and, uh...
I'm Danny... Danny Steel.
Christopher Ellingham.
This is my wife, uh,
Margaret, Martin's mother.
Pleased to meet
you, Chris, Margaret.
So, you're... You're
a builder, hmm?
Architect, London-based.
London.
What are you doing here? I
mean, not much of a challenge.
You two been friends for long?
No. Just met.
But we have a lot in
common, don't we, Doc?
Both come down from London,
both searching for and found
a more enriching way of life.
Yeah.
Well... thanks again.
Hope I haven't made
you too late or anything.
Bless you, Chris, Margaret.
Mate, you've saved my life.
You're coughing a lot. You
may have a chest infection.
Well, I don't believe
in antibiotics for a cold.
It would be gone by now if
it wasn't for the wood dust.
Oh.
Martin, your parents...
Are they, uh, always
like that... your mum?
You should use a mask.
Why? Have they got something?
When you're sanding the floor.
I know. Joke.
Goodbye.
God bless you, Martin.
This is old Jim Sim's place.
Is there room?
- Like a doll's house.
- It's got a spare room.
It's quite small, but you can
have my room while you're here.
Oh, one spare room. Hmm.
Well, we're here now.
Everything all right, Mum?
Mm-hmm.
Dinner at the Portwenn Hotel, hmm?
- 45.
What do you reckon, girls?
- Hey!
- Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
I like that.
Come in.
Maureen Tacey...
Works at the school.
She's a bit tearful.
Lived with her mum all her life.
Probably prefer a female doctor.
Here you go, Maureen.
- Okay.
- Thanks, Paul.
Come in. Sit down.
So...
I think it could be me thyroid.
And what makes you say that?
My mum's got a thyroid.
I've got the symptoms.
- I get tired easily.
- You're overweight.
Just can't shift it.
Well, let's get
you on the scales.
I'd rather not.
Oh. Um, well, have you
thought about your diet?
I've tried Atkins, G.I.,
the Zone, South
Beach, and the cabbage.
I've been on more
diets than anyone I know.
Which would suggest you're
not committed to any of them.
Louisa thinks it
could be me thyroid.
Oh, does she?
What are you doing?
- For goodness' sake.
- I'm ju...
Well, wait. Well, wait a minute.
I haven't finished
my examination!
Oh, yes, you have.
Here's Woods on the 16th.
I'll get changed.
Woods is in good form.
Is Mum ready?
She'll join us later.
This one looks like
around, uh, 20 feet.
Not an easy putt, at that.
Is she all right?
Why do you ask?
Well, she's hardly
spoken a word to me.
I've canceled the
table at the hotel.
Thought we should
go to the Crab.
What for?
Page 1, Martin...
First time in a new place,
buy everyone a drink.
The line is good.
Yeah, good pace.
Oh, shot!
Right.
I haven't had time
to do me exercises.
Sorry.
That's all right.
Let's, uh, start with
some vowels, shall we?
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
Very good.
Now, uh, tongue behind
the top of the teeth.
And...
♪ Aa, ay, ee, o, u ♪
Come on. You can do this.
I know.
All right, Doc.
What can I get you?
- I'm not, um...
- Bitter?
Oh, let me get these.
Christopher Ellingham.
What's your poison?
You a... You a doc, too?
- No. I'm a surgeon.
- Oh.
Well, I'm Mark, the doc's friend
and, I like to think,
professional colleague...
Portwenn's police officer.
Oh, no, no. I've, uh,
I've got one in, thanks.
- I was just gonna get one for...
- No. I insist.
Oh, that's... That's
very generous.
I'll have a pint of
Extra Smooth, please.
And a glass of water, please.
Doc...
He seems nice. This is nice.
I'm not in the mood, Mark.
Doc, before your dad gets
back, I've got some news.
What?
- You'll never guess.
- I don't have to.
Go on. Try.
No.
I'm getting engaged.
Well, I think so. I hope so.
I haven't asked her
yet. I'm going to ask her.
I bought the ring.
- Julie Mitchell?
- Yes, Julie.
She's great, isn't she?
You know, I was trying
to think of the word...
The right word for her.
She's a woman.
And I've made inquiries
in that department,
if you don't mind me saying so.
Successful inquiries.
No problems, you'll be pleased
to hear, with my equipment.
No complaints... The
opposite of complaints.
You've known her
for how long? Mark.
Ooh, jumping into the fire, eh?
Oh, I-I hope so.
Oh, brave man.
Excuse me.
Hi.
Yeah. Love one.
Hello, mate.
We're having a
talent night tomorrow.
Um, I'm assuming nothing
could horrify you more.
That's correct, yes.
Miss Tacey, you left my surgery
without giving me
a chance to explain.
A good indication of poor
thyroid function is cold hands.
You have very warm hands,
which means we
need to do further tests.
Oh. I...
I owe you an apology.
Yes, you do.
Come to my surgery
in the morning.
Hello, Doctor.
Miss Mitchell.
Hey, Julie.
- We should go.
- Oh, really?
Just got interesting.
Christopher Ellingham.
Delighted to meet you.
Julie Mitchell.
I don't think anyone's
ever kissed my hand before.
Oh, careful, now,
Doc. She's spoken for.
I'm sure she is.
Look, why don't you
two join us in a bite?
Oh, no. M-Mark
doesn't want to...
I don't think... I
thought the doc was...
Oh, no. Come on.
I need to get to know my
son's circle of friends, hmm?
Please.
Thank you.
I'll get some menus.
Still, it was entertaining.
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.
Possesses a wonderful
naïveté, your chum.
Yeah.
Gonna have his
work cut out, though.
What do you mean?
The only way he's
going to keep her
is if he locks her up in a cell.
And you, you'd have to
drug 'em to keep 'em, hmm?
Like two peas in a pod, you two.
Dad.
Dad.
What is the matter with Mum?
She's tired.
Oh, right. She's so
tired, she can't speak.
That's right.
Got a decent malt?
Uh, yes, I have.
What are you
doing in this place?
What? It's fine. I like it.
Still got the flat
in Kensington?
Yes.
Huh.
- What?
- Oh, nothing.
This whole Cornwall thing...
It's obviously some
sort of midlife crisis.
No, it's not.
Then why'd you keep
your place in London, hmm?
I'm told house prices
have rocketed in Cornwall.
Uh, yes. I understand they have.
What are you waiting for?
Think prices are going to fall?
You should buy something
decent before it's too late.
Oh, never did have
any financial nous.
Used to drop your pocket
money on the way to the shop.
What's a little farmhouse
worth nowadays, do you think...
Place like Joan's?
Joan's? I don't know.
£500,000, £600,000.
Do you plan on seeing
her while you're here?
Obviously, I told
her you were coming.
I think you should.
Take us over there tomorrow.
And he's there!
A magnificent try for
Gordon on his debut!
Doc?
Maureen Tacey's here.
Said you said first thing.
Oh. Right.
Good morning.
Yeah. Well, just, um,
tell her to wait. Thank you.
Can I get you a
cup of coffee, Mum?
Tea.
Okay. Pot.
Mummy...
is there something wrong?
Is there anything
that I can do to help?
No.
Right, then.
Want to come through, please?
Sorry about yesterday.
I'm overreacting
left, right, and center.
Take a seat.
I said to Louisa only
the other day that I was...
Tell me about your symptoms.
You have a regular
menstrual cycle?
It's a bit erratic.
When was your last period?
I hate that question. I
can never remember.
It was a while ago,
come to think of it.
Any changes in body temperature?
I'm always too warm. I
have to have the window...
Hot flashes... Is
that what you mean?
Menopause?
- Average age is 51.
- I'm 50.
Tell me about
your family history.
Dad died when I was 12.
He was swimming, and
he had a heart attack
and died in the sea.
It was terrible.
We thought he was
playing... Playing dead.
So Mum and me, we've
always looked after each other.
That's not what you
meant, is it... family history?
- You meant the menopause.
- Mm-hmm.
I don't think Mum got
hers till she was 58.
That's late.
I'll need to do some tests to
check out what's happening.
I need a urine sample.
Give that to Pauline
on your way out.
And I'll take some blood.
I'm learning to sing.
Thought my life
was just beginning.
Roll your sleeve up, please.
Ah.
Smaller than I remember.
Joan.
You think you can
just turn up here?
That's a relief.
What?
If you'd softened
up in your old age,
I'd have been very disappointed.
I sent you some
letters recently.
Well, several.
I know. I didn't open them.
Didn't want to forgive you.
You remember?
That's where Uncle Dick
used to have his sheds.
Joan and I smashed a
window playing football once.
Oh, the rollicking he gave us.
You played the football.
I got the rollicking.
But this farm...
I was thinking... bit
of a burden for you.
Oh, yes, course it is... much
too much work, but I love it.
Be better off with something
more modern, I'd have thought.
Um, something more
like our villa in Portugal.
Portugal?
No, I don't mean Portugal,
but I mean something smaller,
all on one level...
Good idea at your age.
What are you talking
about, Christopher?
Well...
as you know...
Uncle Dick left this
place to both of us.
Well, yes, of course.
Of course I know, but...
Never asked for
compensation... For my half.
Compensation?
But... But you said
Phil and I could have it.
Well... live in it, yes.
But I don't understand.
You said this farm was
"small change for a surgeon."
Well, our circumstances
have changed, and I need...
We need our half.
But...
I-I don't have any money.
I mean, I don't know how
much this place is worth, but...
Well, Martin estimated 'round
about the £600K mark, hmm?
- Martin?
- Well, wait a minute.
Well, that's what you said.
Well, yeah, but I
didn't mean that...
I couldn't raise half that.
W-We'd have to sell the
house. It would be impossible.
You've got to be bloody joking.
Get out.
Get out, you bastard!
I'm sorry you've
taken it this way, Joan.
- Auntie Joan...
- And you can get out, too.
- How dare you!
- Well, hang on a minute.
I've been more of a mother
to you than she ever has,
and now you collude
with these poisonous...
Martin, the car, please.
- What the hell do you think...
- Not now, son.
Your mother's upset. We'll
speak when we get back.
- Auntie Joan...
- Get out!
- Auntie Joan...
- Get out, Martin!
Doc.
Are you taking the piss?
What?
Maureen Tacey's.
Oh, hi, there.
I know you're fond of Joan.
But you should keep out of
things that don't concern you.
It does concern me. She's
my aunt, and I live here.
It's between me and my sister.
What you're doing with Joan
can't be about the money.
You've got a private
income, haven't you?
It is about the
money. I have a deal.
There's a bridging
loan. It's complicated.
And I don't have to
justify myself to you.
Look at you. What
are you doing here?
Putting drops of piss
onto pieces of paper,
playing at doctors in Portwenn.
It's ridiculous. Who
are you trying to kid?
There's nothing
ridiculous about it.
I am responsible for the
healthcare of this community,
and that's a duty I take
very seriously indeed.
Oh, please.
Pauline, if I wanted to find
Maureen Tacey right away,
she'd be at the
school... Am I right?
- Yes, Doc.
- Thank you.
I have to go out.
Okay, if we have to cross
between parked cars,
what do we have
to be careful of?
Doc!
She said yes.
I'm a fiancé. How cool is that?
Well, um...
Actually, I was thinking...
You should be a bit
more like your old dad.
What do you mean?
He's a bit of a charmer,
isn't he, a bit of a ladies' man?
Bet he's never had a problem...
- With what?
- With the ladies, I suppose.
It's her. Hello?
Yeah. No, no, no.
Any time is a good time.
So if you can take
all that to the sports...
Um...
Miss Glasson, I, uh, need to
see a patient... Maureen Tacey?
Hello, Martin.
Yes, of course.
She's preparing for
the talent night later.
I believe she's gone on a very
long walk to calm her nerves.
Your best bet is to catch
her in the village hall tonight.
Right.
But I-I won't tell
her to expect you,
because she might
just wait for ages,
only to find that
you don't show up.
I beg your pardon.
Martin, last week, we were
supposed to meet to talk.
Well, I had a...
Something cropped
up... A patient.
Your friend Tricia Soames.
And you were right...
She was in a bad way.
Oh. I see.
Well, you still
could have called.
Yes.
But I may have to
push you back a bit,
depending on how we're
doing for time, all right?
- Okay. Yeah.
- I'll give you a yell later on.
Thanks a lot.
Roger, I'm looking
for Maureen Tacey.
Why? Is there a problem?
I can't tell you that.
Buon giorno! Come sta?
Yeah, but I saw
your lips move, Bert.
Scusi. Scusi.
Good luck, mate.
Uh, she's in the
back, getting ready.
- Martin, don't...
- What?
She's on in a
minute, that's all.
All right.
I'm not ready yet.
Just a quick word.
Uh, could you call in the
surgery tomorrow morning?
What is it?
I got your test results back,
and I need you to go into
hospital tomorrow afternoon.
Hospital? Oh, my
God. What is it?
Buon giorno, tutti! I am-a Gino.
- You must be il dottore.
- Get out.
I'll come back later.
I understand you've got
some sort of performance
this evening, so we can
discuss it in the morning.
You have to tell me now.
I can't believe it.
I'm 50 years old.
What is the matter with you?!
I told you... She's
about to go onstage.
I thought I understood
you, but do you take
some kind of perverse
pleasure in upsetting people
when they're at their
most vulnerable?
Fenn!
I'm pregnant.
And from the other indications,
I'd say that you could
be into your third term.
My third term?
Pregnant?
We're gonna have a baby.
I'm gonna be a dad!
Oh! This is bloody fantastic!
But I'm...
Right. Right.
Booked you a scan
for tomorrow afternoon.
At your age and the
size you are already,
you can't be too careful.
All right, everyone. I'm
sorry for the, uh, delay.
Uh, we had a little
technical hitch back there.
But, uh, we're all sorted now.
Oh, come on. Come
on. It's not that bad.
We've not even started yet.
Right.
Um, making her
debut here tonight,
will you put a warm welcome
together for the very lovely,
the very talented, the...
Just the astonishing...
Your very own Maureen Tacey!
Maureen!
Maureen Tacey.
I see that cough's no better.
Martin...
I-It is okay if I call
you Martin, isn't it?
Not really, no.
I-I've been meaning to say...
I know that you and
Lou were, at one point...
Although I gather
nothing ever actually...
If you're talking
about Louisa Glasson,
- that is none of your business.
- The thing is...
I've got to be
straight with you.
Louisa and I...
Well, you probably know
there's a history there between us.
And, well, we seem to have
become very close again.
Obviously not deliberately.
But, you know, I
sometimes wonder...
Things not happening for me
in London, whether it's a sign.
It's a cliché, I know,
but God sometimes...
Yes, He works in
mysterious ways, doesn't He?
Like malaria.
I made a mess of
things with Lou once.
Perhaps the Lord's
letting me have a s...
second... chance.
Sounds more like the Lord might
just want you back at the ranch.
Well, you know the old joke...
What's the difference
between God and a surgeon?
God doesn't think
he's a surgeon.
I'm busy.
No hard feelings, then, mate?
♪ You give your hand to me ♪
♪ And then you say goodbye ♪
♪ I watch you walk away ♪
♪ Beside that lucky guy ♪
♪ You'll never, ever know ♪
♪ The one who loves you so ♪
♪ 'Cause you don't know me ♪
More! More!
Super! Well done!
Pauline, is my
charming brother in?
Oh. Christopher?
He's gone up to the golf course.
He is charming, isn't he?
You!
You owe me an explanation.
I don't owe you anything.
You've had free
accommodation for 40 years.
All I'm asking for is my
share of the inheritance,
minus 40 years' rent.
Hmm? What's unfair about that?
That is completely
disingenuous, Christopher.
You want everything your
way, always have done...
Bugger everybody else.
Well, I'm sorry. Not this time.
I want everything my
way? What about you?
You think you have the
right to disrupt my life
whenever it suits you,
to impose your system
of morality on me,
to make your son
unhappy just to punish me.
Dear God.
What are we going to dig
up next... a Roman bath?
I thought it was inappropriate
for my son to learn his
morals from a woman like you.
- I loved him.
- Which "him" do you mean?
Your husband? Your
lover? Or my son?
Whenever I've had anything,
you've wanted to take it away,
and now you want
to take my house.
Well, I tell you what...
Take the house.
Take it if you want
the money so much.
I'll manage. I'm a survivor.
But you... You're just a thug!
Listen, Mum.
I've just about had enough
of this, uh, this silence.
I want you to tell me
what exactly it is you want
with all of Joan's money.
I know that Dad can
be a bit, you know...
But I'm not like him.
You can talk to me.
What?
You're not like him...
You can say that again.
What?
He's reached the
top of his profession.
He's charming.
Still a handsome man, even now.
We were happy before you
arrived... the perfect marriage.
He was always touching me
under the table in a restaurant,
in the car.
It was like electricity.
Then you came along.
I knew it was all over.
He could never see
me as a woman again.
I was a mother,
a deflated balloon.
So I decided I would make
things just as they were before,
just him and me together.
Put you in boarding school.
Sent you to spend the
summers here with Joan.
Somehow, you were
always there between us,
always needy, always bullied
and teased and wetting your bed.
When I couldn't
get his attention,
it was always his money.
Then we lost everything.
Did he tell you that?
Lost it on some bloody
fictitious golf development
in the Algarve.
We only have the villa
because he put it in
my name for tax reasons.
That's when I realized that's
what our marriage had become...
A marriage of tax conveniences.
Oh, Mum.
I've met someone there,
someone who looks at
me and sees a woman.
He's moving in there with me.
That's why your father
needs somewhere to live.
40 years.
40 years of clinging
on to your father.
40 years of my life wasted.
Mum, I'm sorry.
Because of you.
Excuse me.
Okay, Mrs. Phillipson,
you can go through.
Doc!
Oh, Martin!
Um, I-I just...
I just want to say something
about the other day.
- Just that I'm sorry.
- Right.
And, um, I heard that...
Well, I believe that
your parents are visiting,
so you must have a lot on
your plate at the moment.
Yeah.
There's nothing wrong, is there?
- With your parents, I mean.
- No.
Because, look, if you
want someone to moan to
or anything... I mean, God,
I know what parents are like.
- They can...
- Louisa, shut up.
Now, who's next?
Samantha. She's got a mole.
All right.
I've got a mole. Big one.
At least I think it is.
All right. Come through.
I'll take a look at it.
Do you have to?
If you want me to tell you
if it's cancerous or not, yes.
Well, I don't think it is.
Well, goodbye, then.
Whatever.
Wow. That looks really good.
- Yeah.
- So, Sugar Snap.
- You're a star.
- Where is it for?
Two minutes, and I'll
come and show you where.
Danny!
What if you thought
it was, you know...
Cancer?
I'd cut it off and
send it to a laboratory.
Why don't you do that,
anyway... Be on the safe side?
Because I don't perform
unnecessary procedures.
It's a perfectly harmless mole.
Miss Glasson's on the
phone. Says it's urgent.
I'll put her through, shall I?
Uh, no. I'll take it out there.
- Louisa.
- Martin...
Uh, yeah, I'm in the middle
of a surgery at the moment.
- Do you think I could call back?
- I'm at Danny's mum's.
I don't know... Well,
h-he's collapsed.
I've called an ambulance,
but can you come?
Yes. I'll be right there.
I have to leave.
What about my mole?
If it changes significantly
in shape or size or color,
come back and see me.
Until that time, goodbye.
You know what, Doc?
You seriously need to chill.
He's upstairs.
Louisa, when you came
to the house this morning,
- I'm afraid...
- Quickly. Come on.
His pulse is very weak.
- Where's that ambulance?
- Shall I try them again?
Yeah.
You tell them there are signs
of cardiovascular collapse.
Can you hear me?!
There was a jam
on the Truro Road,
so they should be
here within 10 minutes.
Bugger.
Um, right.
Can you get me
a... A bottle of water
or a container of fluid
or something like that?
Danny!
I think you may
have a collapsed lung.
I'm gonna make a
hole in your chest.
This is... This
is all I could find.
Martin, what are you doing?!
That's better.
I'll be off, then.
Aren't you coming?
No. There's no need.
They'll keep me informed.
Shouldn't we just stay together?
- You the wife, love?
- Um, no.
No, I'm... I'm...
There's a history.
What?
According to Danny.
Martin, you shut up.
I suppose you feel superior now.
You know, I was
a bit hard on you.
You want to be
here, practice here...
your call.
Oh, that's very generous of you.
Pity you can't be so
generous with your sister.
Don't be like that.
I was thinking.
Obviously, I'm gonna
have to start again.
So I thought maybe I can
spend a bit of time in the U.K.
Uh, I can even see myself
setting up down here.
Your mother's going
back to Portugal tomorrow.
She got what she wanted.
She saw me humiliate
myself in front of my sister...
and you.
Where will you go?
Well, temporarily, uh,
just till the money's
sorted out, I thought...
No.
- Night, Doc.
- Mm-hmm.
Doc!
Dr. Martin!
You were wrong.
What?
Maureen's not having a baby.
Well, that's not possible.
I did those tests myself.
She's not having a baby...
She's having twins.
Oh.
Our babies. Aren't
they bloody beautiful?
Of course, you can't really
tell, but... Well, I can tell.
- How far along is she?
- 30 weeks.
Can you believe it?
They're keeping her in because
they want to keep an eye on her
because of her age and
because of the twins, but, uh...
everything's
looking fine, so, uh...
Well, congratulations.
Thanks.
- Well, I'll just...
- I've... Yeah. I've got to...
Bloody amazing.
I tell you something.
You think you know what
love is until you have a child.
It's the best thing.
Ask any parent.
Maybe I'll make a better
job of it this time, eh?
Ah.
Bloody amazing.
Oh, um...
Oh. Ah.
Well, thank you.
By the way, I, uh, bumped
into Louisa at the hospital.
What you did for
Danny sounds amazing.
Well, it was...
Well done, mate.
Mm. Thank you.
Uh, good night, Roger.
Your mother and I are leaving.
Goodbye.
I'll wait for you in the taxi.
Regrettable, but it
hasn't been a great trip.
Where will you go?
She'll fly back to
Portugal in the morning.
I'll stay at my club in
London, talk to the solicitor,
and get back down
here in a few days,
sort out this
business with Joan.
No, you won't.
Here's what's going to
happen... I'll get your money.
I'll sell my flat.
You won't get it straightaway,
but you'll just have to wait.
In the meantime, you can go
and stay in your ghastly club
or wherever else
they'll have you.
But don't come back here.
You'd sell your place
to settle Joan's debt?
Don't tell Joan.
Just say you've changed
your mind or something.
Why on earth
wouldn't I tell Joan?
You think you're
living in a novel.
No, I just don't want
her to feel grateful to me.
She doesn't have
to. She's my family.
Goodbye.
Doctor!
- Doc!
- Doc!
- Doc! Quick!
- Quick! It's Sam!
She's dying!
There's fountains of blood
pouring out of her mole!
She try and cut it off?
- I told her not to do it!
- So did I!
- But she wouldn't listen!
- I'll get my bag.
- Doc, is she gonna die?
- Yep.
Not today, though.
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