Doc Martin (2004–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - The Doctor Is Out - full transcript

- Good morning, doctor.
- Oh!

Oh. Oh, oh sorry, sorry.
Um, Good morning doctor.

I just wanted to tell you that
Clive is feeling much better now.

He's even managing to get up
and about a bit during the day.

Right. Well, it's important
that he takes it easy.

It takes a long time to recover
properly from a heart attack.

Oh, don't worry, Doc. Because
I've laid down some ground rules.

I suppose it's only right to tell you,

I've decided to make a
go of things with Clive.

Right. Good.

I know sometimes you just
have a connection with someone.



And no matter if the universe throws the two
of you apart and rains war down upon you,

you still know that
person is the one for you.

Have you been self-medicating again?

- No.
- Good.

- Why, do you think I should?
- No.

If you can pick up a few things from
the shops for me, that'd be great.

Aubergines, courgettes, salmon...

you got something fancy
planned for tonight, then?

No. Just dinner.

It's not a date, is it?

No. Just dinner with Martin.

Oh, no, so not a date, then.

Right. I'll see you later, then.

Bye-bye.



Bye-bye!

- Good morning.
- Morning. Did you sleep OK?

No.

Oh. Are we still on for dinner tonight?

Oh, er... yes.

I've drawn up an agenda.

Oh, I don't think that's necessary.

Just to make sure we cover all
the topics we want to discuss.

You're free to change anything
you want before the dinner begins.

Number one, accommodation.

Number two, childcare.

Number three, housework.

- Dr Timoney.
- Dr Ellingham.

Louisa.

Sorry to interrupt,

but I just wanted to come and thank you in
person for correctly diagnosing and helping me.

I hope my behaviour
wasn't too.. out there.

No, no, not at all. It was understandable,
considering your condition.

Sadly, I will need to
take some time off work.

- Yes. - Well, actually, we've
decided not to continue with therapy.

So we're having dinner tonight and we're gonna
have a sort of make-or-break discussion.

It just feels like we've
reached that point.

Well, good luck.

- I don't think we'll need luck.
- I think you might.

You are, without a doubt, one of the most
challenging cases I have ever come across.

Well, you're only 32.

Well, it has been interesting
working with you both.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

I'm going to miss her.

Really?

No, not really.

Well, see you tonight, then.

- Yes. Tonight.
- Yeah. See you then.

- Bye.
- Yes.

- Oh!
- I wasn't eavesdropping

and I don't know anything
about your dinner tonight.

Morning, Ruth.

If you're here to check up on me, I've
just come to pick up the last of my stuff.

No. Just picking up bills.

You look smart.

Yes, I know.

I got a business breakfast.
There's a fella in Maybridge.

He's got a restaurant. He's tried my
whisky. He's ordered 20 bottles of it.

Could be the start of something big.

How are you going to make it?

Well, I've got a still. Found an old mine,
sourced a generator, I'm gonna make it down there.

You literally never give up, do you?

Well, I'm not going to sit
around and wait till I die.

I must admit, I am finding
that rather boring.

I've found something that I'm good
at and I'm going to follow my dream.

What if your dream... wasn't
at the bottom of a mine?

What do you mean?

What if it was right
here, not hidden away.

Penhale would be here in five minutes.

Then we could show him our Licence.

I don't like sitting around either.

I've warned you before
about wasting my time.

I'm not. I need a doctor's note to
tell work I had a legitimate reason
for being off, because of my leg.

Well you didn't and you don't.

I don't know why you have to
be such a bugger about it.

You're limping with the other leg.
It was the right when you came in.
You're not good at this. Get out.

Oh, stop limping.

You're not fooling anyone.

Doc, Mrs Winton up at old Dunwich
Farmhouse has had a funny turn.

So?

She wonders if you might
be able to go and see her.

Tell her to come here.

She's having trouble walking.

Tell her to get an ambulance.

She also said it's probably not ambulance-worthy
but it's definitely doctor-worthy.

She doesn't mind waiting
till the end of the day.

Although you have just had a cancellation,
so I suppose if you wanted to go now...

- These patients?
- Waiting for results.

Right. Write the address down.

Also, we never did finish that
conversation about my pay rise.

I wasn't aware that we'd started one.

I think I've taken on more
responsibility and accountability at work

and proven myself to be a valuable asset.

Why are you speaking like that?

Well, I've been reading this
book, The Assertive Female.

It's about how to be
more, well, assertive.

Um... right.

Is that 'entitled' or 'eligible'?

Looks like 'eligible'.

Therefore, I am eligible for a pay rise.

15 per cent. I'm not backing down.

Five per cent.

Ten.

- Five.
- Six?

Five per cent.

And five will be fine.
I'll draw up the paperwork.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

(KNOCKS)

Oh, Doc. I didn't expect you so soon.

Oh, well.

Yes. Please. Come in.

I thought you said you had a
bad leg. Seems all right now.

What you might call a
little white lie, Doc.

Wasn't me I wanted you to
see. It was my husband, Jim.

You brought me all the way
out here on false pretences?

I brought you here for the
right reason. A second opinion.

You know how they reckon he's got
a malignant tumour in his neck?

Yes, and the hospital has recommended a course
of treatment, and I suggest you take it.

He doesn't want them slicing
him up. He's scared, Doc.

Can you not take a look at him, please?

Nobody's going to slice
anybody up. Where is he?

Mr Winton.

Hello, Doc.

- How are you feeling?
- A little bit worse for wear.

Have you been drinking?

Haven't touched a drop for 15 years.

Might as well try and
enjoy myself while I can.

The mass doesn't seem to
have increased in size.

No obvious lymph nodes in your neck.

The cancer doesn't appear to be spreading,

which is good.

Your oncologist has recommended a course
of treatment. I suggest that you follow it.

If you have questions about pain medication
or your treatment, make an appointment.

You're welcome.

Well?

Well, I've examined him and
he hasn't deteriorated,

so the best thing he can do is to
follow the advice of the hospital.

But there must be other stuff you can do.

Mrs Winton, I don't know what you
expect me to do. I'm not in the
business of miracles. I'm sorry.

Oh. This is locked.

Mrs Winton.

Can't you at least try, Doc?
Everything you can think of?

Have you lost your mind? What on
earth do you think you will achieve
by threatening me with a gun?

(SHOT)

He's not going to hospital again.

40 years we've been married.

I'm not letting that go without a fight.

Well, there may be one
or two tests I could try.

See? Just need you to
focus on the task in hand.

Yes.

I'll go in and see him again.

You wait here.

Then I'll need you to empty your
pockets. Phone. Car keys. Wallet.

Call it insurance.

Hello again, Doc.

I heard the gun going off.

Wife giving you a hard time, is she?

She can be very determined, bless
her. I'm sorry about all this.

Once she gets the bit between
her teeth, she won't let go.

But I'm not coming to your hospital.

Well, if you want my professional opinion,
it's the best place for you. Goodbye.

Do you mind closing the window as you go?

What? Oh, God.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Have you got a mobile phone.
I need to call the police.

I've just escaped from some house where...

a mad woman with a rifle kidnapped me.

Can you give me a lift to Portwenn?

Sounds like a bummer.

You'd better get in, then.

Thank you.

Er... don't you need to do a
U-turn to get to Portwenn?

If you keep going on this road, it
will just take you back to that house.

We didn't expect you till later, Doc.

Get him, girl. Get him, girl!

Ow! Ow! Oh, God!

Ow!

Get off.

Get your dog off me!

- (WHISTLES)
- Ow!

(DOG BARKS)

We'd better get you home, then.

Mum'll be worried.

No, no, get him back in there!

All right, I can walk.

Arh, you've got my skin.

Mum, look who I found on the road.

Doc.

Get the shopping, Clemo?

No. I was dealing with him. Doing
my head in, wouldn't stop...

.. going on about his medical bag. I
told him you've got everything he needs.

He made me leave my medical bag on the moor.
It contains everything I need for my work.

You'll find a way, Doc.

You can't keep me here. I have an
appointment tonight that I must make.

- More important than my husband's life?
- Your husband has options,

but he's chosen not to take them.

Which is why you'll
have to find another way.

Oh. And shoes.

If you don't mind taking them off.

Don't want you making a run for it again.

I do mind. Very much. There's
absolutely no point in keeping me here.

A doctor isn't a wizard. I don't
just wave my hands and cure everyone.

No need to bark at me,
Doc, you'll disturb Jim.

Keeping me here against my
will is completely illegal!

Then maybe you had better cool off
overnight. Have a think about things.

Shoes.

And socks.

Martin. It's me again.

Can you please call me back?

We had agreed on dinner at
seven and it's eight now,

so if you're not coming or you've...

Just call me back.

Sorry. I left my phone here when
I was feeding the little one.

The doc not back yet?

No.

- Oh, you must be hungry.
- Amongst other things.

Well,

it's a shame to let it go to waste.

This is insane.

Now, Doc, I might not agree with everything Mum
is doing, but her heart is in the right place.

You're the one who jumped out the
window. That's insane, if you ask me.

If you'd just helped Dad like Mum
asked, none of this would be happening.

You should both think very
seriously about what you're doing.

If you loved someone, you'd
understand, Doc. You don't have
a choice. You'd do anything for them.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I can't believe he hasn't even called me.

Well, he wouldn't be the first
guy to get cold feet and leg it.

You don't understand.
Martin's not like that.

I don't really know much about this sort
of thing. I've only been married twice.

Point is, is that you know
Doc better than anyone.

What I think, or some therapist
or anyone else, doesn't matter.

You're the one that knows him.

He just wouldn't do this.

Not without an explanation or telling me.

- Louisa... - Look, I know people
see him as cold or even uncaring,
but he's not like that. Not at all.

OK. Great.

Although, I was actually going to ask
if you were going to finish that.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Is that Mrs Winton? This is
Louisa, I'm Dr Ellingham's wife.

What can I do for you?

Erm... Dr Ellingham, Martin, he came
out to see you yesterday, didn't he?

Yes. That's right.

I see. Yeah, it's just that
he hasn't been home since.

He came over about half
past five, as I remember.

In a bad mood, too.

See I'd had a fall, no
broken bones or nothing,

but he said I was wasting his time.

"Next time come to the surgery!"

Quarter of an hour, I reckon.

If I think of anything
else, I'll tell you.

And I'm sure he'll turn up.

You know why the doc
doesn't want to help, right?

Because he's a tosser?

Because he knows I'm dying.

He accepts it.

I've accepted it.

Now you and your mum need to.

- Don't talk like that.
- I mean it.

You should open the curtains.
It's depressing in here.

I don't need to open them.

I know what's out there.

I can see it, up here.

The old tin mine up there.

The flowers and the ivy,
like a little chapel.

That's where we had our first kiss.

Where I proposed to her.

The wall, where you were conceived.

And where I'll lying down shortly.

My time has come.

(DOG GROWLS)

Sh!

(BARKS)

Sh!

Morning, Doc.

Just in time for breakfast.

Then you can start on Jim's medical notes.

Mrs Winton said Martin
definitely left around 5.30 or so.

Yeah, and he didn't come back here.

There's no answer from his
phone. Mobile's ringing out.

Beast of Bodmin. Wasn't that a thing?

Wasn't it like a panther or leopard or
something, tearing sheep apart up on the moor?

No, it was a flimsy story the local
papers blew out of proportion.

You never know though, do you?

- You're suggesting Martin has been attacked
by a wild animal? - Is that insensitive?

What Janice is trying to say is that
this behaviour is so unusual that
something odd must have happened.

What she said, yeah.

I'm going round to his house, see if he's
turned up. Let me know if you hear anything.

Hey!

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing, boy?

It looks to me like you're
reassembling your still,

even though the police
have told you not to.

Ruth has told you not to.

You're gonna kill my business,
Dad, and Ruth is going to kill me.

Al, just who I was looking for.

This has nothing to do with me. I did
not give him permission for this, Ruth.

No, I did.

This is for you. It's to apply for a
distiller's licence and plant approval.

Think about it. An on-site distillery.

Fishing tours. Bed and breakfast.

And we would have it all in one place.

We? Meaning you and Dad, right?

Oh, no, no, no. The three of us.

You never give up, do you?

That's exactly what I said.

Have you lost it, Ruth?

No. Your father has come up with a
very clever way of making whisky.

Using wood chips, boy.

And we're hardly rushed off our feet
here, are we? This would be a draw.

Well, you're supposed
to be taking it easy.

Easy doesn't sit well with me.

And you know the best thing, boy?

What's that, then?

Well, Large and Son.

Working together again, eh?

Like we can't escape each other. Cheers.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Louisa?

No, he hasn't.

Are you sure?

Right. Yes, of course.

Don't drink any more of that. I
need you to drive me to the village.

There you go.

All of Jim's medical records.

I made sure the hospital
gave us copies of everything.

I was going to show you this
yesterday but you weren't really
in the right frame of mind, were you?

Much better today, I hope.

Please let me make a phone call. I have
a wife and a child who will be worried.

What are you going to say? Some
crazy woman has me hostage?

How will that help my Jim? Now, I
know you've had your problems,
Doc. But I know you're a good man.

She's definitely hurt herself, Mum.

- Doc will take a look.
- No, he won't.

You help out and we'll
see about that phone call.

Make sure you hold on to it.

She, not it.

Oh, God.

You realise I'm a doctor, not a vet?

Any sign he's been home?

I'm not sure. He's so neat
and tidy, it's hard to tell.

No. I don't think he has.

He didn't say anything to you, did he?

No. Although situations like
this aren't exactly unheard of.

Well, stress builds up, people snap
and act in uncharacteristic ways.

The fight-or-flight
instinct is not just a myth.

Do you think that's what happened?
Do you think he's had enough?

He was struggling.

Oh, I do hope he's all right.

And how long has he been missing?

Well, since around 5.30pm yesterday.

So, not technically missing, then.

I don't make the law.
We have to wait 24 hours

before we can officially declare
someone a missing person.

I'm pretty sure that's not true.
You don't have to wait at all.

(TYPES ON KEYBOARD)

You learn something new every day.

- So you say he was last seen
up at this farmhouse. - Yeah.

I suggest we start
there. Retrace his steps.

- Heard the doc's done a runner.
- Got a fancy lady in Delabole, I bet.

- Bugger off.
- Whoo!

(DOG BARKS)

What's that, boy? You
know where the doc is?

What, he's in trouble?

Are you going to show me where he is?

Stupid dog.

It's a torn nail... claw, whatever
it is. It's loose. Very loose.

She probably did that chasing after you.

Oh, so it's my fault is it?

Have you got any baking soda?

I'm not falling for one
of your tricks this time.

It is not a trick. I have absolutely nothing
with which to operate on this animal with.

Sodium bicarbonate is a disinfectant.

And tweezers. I need tweezers too.

Really?

Right. Hold the head. Keep it still.

(DOG YELPS)

Sodium bicarnonate.

You've a surprisingly gentle touch, Doc.

I think you care more than you realise.

Right. I want my phone call.

Not till you've looked
at Jim's medical records.

That not what we agreed. That's not fair.

Oh, that's not fair? Sorry, Doc. Like poor Jim,
working all his life for us, for his family,

and just when he's ready to retire,
well-earned rest, there's a lump,

and everything changes
and that's not fair.

All right, now, Mrs... you
just need to calm down.

Then you help me. You give me a
second opinion. That's all I ask.

I know it might be for nothing,
but I need you to try your best.

I need that.

- Hello?
- Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.

PC Penhale. And you are
Mrs Ann Winton, yes?

Yes. Is there a problem?

It's about my husband,
Martin, Dr Ellingham.

We spoke on the phone earlier.

We're trying to work out what might have
happened to Martin after he left here.

The last time I saw him, he was
marching back to his car. Drove off
that way, toward Portwenn I suppose.

Very good, thank you.

Do you mind if we take a look
around? Just for my peace of mind.

Don't you need a warrant
for that sort of thing?

If you don't consent, yes.

Well, I've nothing to
hide, officer. Come on in.

Watch out for the dog, mind.

She bites.

(DOG GROWLS)

Have you tried phoning him?

Yes. Yes, I have.

How odd.

Thank you for your time, Mrs Winton.

If I think of anything
else, I'll call you.

Louisa?

I'm sure he'll turn up.

Probably just one of those things.

(She's lying.)

I know you're upset, but we can't
go slinging wild accusations.

She's got Martin's shoes.
I saw them in the hallway.

- You sure?
- Sure.

No-one else wears shoes like that anymore.

Oh, get off.

Oh, look, please. Just let me go
and talk to my wife. I'll come back.

- Have you looked at those records?
- Oh, for God's sake.

(SIGHS)

What's the plan here? Are you
just going to keep me locked up

until I miraculously conjure a cure that somehow
contradicts the diagnosis of the hospital

and all of medical science?

I hadn't looked that far ahead.

Well, maybe you should before people start
pointing rifles in other people's faces.

He's got a point, Mum. We can't just turn
him loose. Think of the trouble we'd be in.

- I didn't mean that.
- It's what you said.

- No, no. - What do we intend
to do with you? Yeah, I heard.

(What? What is it?)

(No, this, this.)

It's military tactical signing.
It means stop. Stay put.

Couldn't you have just said it?

No, Louisa. Out in the field, direct
conversation is discouraged. It can
reveal one's location to the enemy.

But you're talking now.

Yes, because you made me
start explaining it to you.

Here's a hand gesture for you, then. Sh!

Wait, wait, where are you going?

Look, I think it's... yes, it's his car.

- We'd better call the police.
- I am the police.

- No, the real police.
- I am the real police.

Look, we can't just
rush on in there blind.

We have to find out why she
lied to us about Martin.

This is my job. This is what
I'm trained to do. Please.

Joe. Joe!

(SIGHS WITH EXASPERATION)

Where is your lavatory?

All right, Doc.

You helped the dog.
That earned some trust.

Don't ruin it. First on the left.

Thank you.

What are you doing here? Go away!

- I'm here to rescue you.
- No, get out. Let me out.

Doc, this is an official
police investigation now.

There are two emotionally unstable people
there with a loaded rifle. Let me out.

I have a taser.

Need a hand there, doc?

(LIMP BUZZING)

I forgot to charge it.

My husband is here, and I would
very much like to see him.

You'd better come in, then.

I've got an appointment.

Like I said before, the doc's not here
and I don't know when he'll be back.

- Suppose we'll just wait
for him, then. - Fine.

Actually... no, you won't wait, because a big
part of being assertive is telling it like it is.

Like you. Not actually ill.

Just a hangover, like you have every
Thursday after Real Ale Night at the Crab.

In fact, none of you are actually ill.

So go on. Shift it, the lot of
you, because the surgery is closed.

Thank you.

Go on.

I know you'll all be back tomorrow.

Oh, er... Ruth asked me to see
if the doc had shown up yet.

Before I drive her out there.

No, no sign.

That was pretty good.

Better watch out, I'm on a roll.

Dealt with the patients,
got a pay rise from the doc.

And when are you going
to ask me out properly?

What? Where did that come from?

I told you. I'm on a roll.

I'm seeing how far I can go with it.

Oh.

Um...

er... tomorrow night?

That is acceptable.

Well, can I go now?

Yes. You may go.

Cheers.

Mum bagged him herself.

Better shot than you'd think.

Your father taught me. Aim steady,
squeeze slowly. That's the way.

I'm willing to cut you a deal.

You turn yourselves in
now, I'll go easy on you.

Do you think I wanted this to happen?

All this... this unpleasantness
could all have been avoided if the
doc had just done his job properly.

Firstly, I did do my job properly.

Secondly, my job doesn't involve
being bound and gagged and kidnapped.

Well, what choice do I have?

What would you do, in my shoes?

Someone you love is dying. Someone
you thought you'd spend your whole
life with. What if it was him?

I would have followed medical advice.

How far would you go, eh?

I don't know. But it would never
involve holding people at gunpoint.

Well, the way I see it is, when you truly
love someone, you don't have a choice.

Actually, they're on a trial separation.

Joe.

It's a negotiating tactic.

Give out personal information about
the hostages, it humanises them.

I don't care. Shut up.

So you guys are getting a divorce?

It's none of your business.

Oh. So divorce is an option, then.

That's dead sad, that is.

It really is none of your business.

Right, right. Fair enough.
Whose fault is it, though?

Clemo, stop annoying these people
right now. It's clearly his fault.

- For God's sake. Do you want me to
read all this? - All I'm saying is,

you're obviously not an
easy person to live with.

I think it's a little unfair to judge him
under what are very stressful circumstances.

- Normally he's the life and soul of the party?
- Where's the second biopsy report?

- It's there. - That's the first report,
which is equivocal. Where is the second one?

- What does that mean?
- It means definitive.

As in "this is equivocally
the best pizza I've ever had."

No, it doesn't. It means the
opposite. Ambiguous. Uncertain.

Are you saying that the hospital
didn't carry out a further biopsy?

He didn't go back to the
hospital the second time.

It's not definitive without a definitive result.
It might not be cancer. We must investigate.

- Have his symptoms got worse?
- Well, he says he's dying.

Not what he says. His physical condition.

Last night he thought the lump was bigger.
I thought that was cos he'd been drinking.

He was all wheezy this morning.

Why didn't you tell me this?

You didn't ask us.

It could be a bleed into the thyroid cyst, which
would enlarge it and shut down his wind pipe.

- So it might not be cancer?
- Quite possibly not. I'd need to examine him.

Right. I am PC Joseph Penhale of Portwenn.

Shush. This is important. I
will examine your husband,

if you let my wife go and keep
the policeman as a hostage.

I'm not leaving you alone.

- No, no. - No, I'm not. I came here to get
you and I'm not going home without you.

Right.

Jim? Jim!

The front door was open,
Mum. He's gone out.

Out? Where the bloody hell
would he go in his condition?

He's opened the curtains n' all.

This thing, whatever it is that
you say he has, how serious is it?

It depends, but if he's struggling to breathe,
then it suggests it's growing. Come on!

Cut this off. And give me
my shoes and socks back.

Oh, Jim.

Right.

He said that's where he'd
go, when it was his time.

The old tin mine.

Stupid, sentimental, stubborn man.

Louisa, stay with Penhale in case
he comes back. Call an ambulance.

- That'll take ages.
- Call an air ambulance, then.

No. I'm coming with you.

What? OK.

- You all right?
- OK.

Hello?

What's happened?

Where is everybody?

I don't know.

This food's still warm.

Hello?

(SHOT)

Nice to see you too.

That's his.

- Mr Winton.
- He's here!

Oh, Jim! Oh, oh, Jim!

Let me have a look.

The mass on his neck is swollen.

It's pressing down on his windpipe.

That's what's restricting his breathing.

If it gets any bigger, it
will stop him from breathing.

Oh, Jim.

I need a needle.

You've got to do something, Doc.

Yes, all right! Er, you... you've
got a pen knife. Give it to me.

Oh, no. I left it at home.

Oh, brilliant.

- You stole it? - I didn't know
what you planned to do with Martin.

You hang on in there, Jim.

Louisa, could you come over here?

When I make an incision into the
mass, I want you to press down on
the handkerchief slowly and gently.

Right?

Oh, Jim.

And... now.

That's it.

(CHOKES AND SPLUTTERS)

Oh, Jim! I told you the
doc would do right by you.

- Oh...
- Annie.

(WEEPS)

You did it, Doc.

Get off me!

Oh, for God's sake!

I knew I could rely on the doc.

It doesn't excuse your actions.

I'll take my punishment.

It saved my Jim's life, didn't it?

I'll take you and Clemo to hospital.
Make sure Jim's all right.

But after, I'll be wanting a
proper word back at the station.

I would recommend a
psychological evaluation too.

I appreciate that, Doc, but I'm fine.

- Not for you.
- Ah.

Al is taking me home.
Are you going to be OK?

Er... yes. It wasn't my best
experience, but they didn't harm me.

And with Louisa?

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

Yes. I don't know. OK. Yes. I don't know.

Well done.

Martin, you saved his life.

Mm. It was an unusual situation.

Well, it's all unusual, isn't it?

You know,

I think I've made a terrible mistake.

I think maybe I'm a little bit obsessed
with... everyone having to be normal.

But people aren't, are they?

No.

I'm not.

You're not. Are you?

You're... unusual.

Yes.

You know, everyone said
that maybe you had just left,

but I knew you wouldn't let me down.

You're the one person who never has.

I just knew you wouldn't.
I just knew in my heart.

You know, I'm never going to
change the way I feel about you.

I don't want that.

I've tried.

I've really tried.

But it just makes things worse.

Can we go home now?

I love you, Louisa.

I love you too.