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Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
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What's that?
It's a dog. And it's with me.
Why?
Well, you remember my neighbor Sam?
No.
No. Well, it doesn’t matter because he's dead. Someone had to take care of Buddy, so here we are.
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Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
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I do not wish my home and my practice polluted by microcontaminants.
What has he got there?
Well, that's not the point, is it? It's clearly not his!
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Pauline
Bert
Pauline
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It's pitch dark. You can't relax cause you know it's gonna start again. You just don't know when.
I had a sheep that snored.
It’s the silence that kills you.
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Bert
Martin
Bert
Martin
Bert
Martin
Bert
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Oh Doc. There just was one other thing that I wanted to discuss with you. I've got this feeling.
A suspicious feeling?
No, no. Its; more like when you're travelling by train.
I see.
Well, you got your newspaper, and you got your tea. But you just can't settle because you're not where you want to be
yet.
Do you have any chest pain, dizziness, or nausea? Then pull up your trousers and go away.
Doc, Doc, Doc. Just bear me out, right? There's something wrong. It's like a piece missing. In matters of the heart
Doc. You know what I'm talking about. Except YOU know what piece is missing.
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Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
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I'm with a patient.
I know.
And you don't interrupt me when I'm with a patient.
I know.
Then you'll also know to turn around, walk away, and close the door.
Fine. We'll just let her bleed to death then. Save you the trip.
What?
There's an emergency at the school.
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Mr Strain
Martin
Mr Strain
Student
Mr Strain
Martin
Mr Strain
Student
Mr Strain
Martin
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Would you like to know why? Would you?
Would I what?
This is why we don't run in corridors.
I want my pencil back.
There could be brain damage.
It hasn't gone into her brain.
You can't see anything from over here.
It's my favorite pencil.
Parents sue for this sort of thing. What are you doing? Why don't you do something?
I'm assessing.
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Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Clive
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
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Here's your soap, Dr Ellingham. I was reading a fascinating article about pica. That's when people, um, have a
compulsion to eat dirt, paper, and other things they shouldn't…Oh, sorry. You know that, of course, don't you? Sorry.
Half baked sensationalism. A box of gloves, please.
Well, that's exactly what I thought. Half baked sensationalism.
I'll be heading out now! Pay the papers. Take the bottles for recycling. Oh! I'll put the lottery on! Well, you never
know!
This is Clive. My husband.
Oh. I'd assumed he was dead.
No. He is here.
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Clive
Mrs Tishell
Clive
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Sal talks about you all the time.
Not all the time.
Anything I should be worried about, huh?
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Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Clive
Mrs Tishell
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Lidocane.
Uh, 1 or 2 percent Doctor?
Two. Thank you.
Won't be long.
Clive's only here for a couple of weeks, Doctor.
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Village Girls
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Oh, how sweet. Don’t kill that one too! (dog)
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Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Barbara
Martin
Barbara
Martin
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All right. Get out. Get out! Get…out!
Buddy! Where was he?
Making a flea ridden nuisance of himself at my surgery.
What? He ran all that way?
Must be really fond of you.
It's a dog. It eats. It smells.
Some of my best friends are dogs.
You have my sympathy.
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Barbara
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Barbara
Martin
Barbara
Martin
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Communication, understanding. That's all it is really.
Barbara is a behavioral therapist.
Fascinating. Goodbye.
Perhaps she could help with your little problem. Martin has a phobia of blood.
Why don't you find another complete stranger and tell them all about my childhood bed wetting?
Twelve is hardly childhood, Martin.
Might be worth a try. Don't want to bang my own trumpet, but I do get quite speedy results. Only yesterday I had this
bitch who proved to be very stubborn, but I soon sorted her out.
You're a dog trainer?
Dog psychologist. It's all the same, really. Simply a matter of rewiring the brain.
Restrain that animal. Or analyze its unhappy childhood.
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Martin
Clive
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Why don't you look where you're going?
I'm going to the recycling. Why do you ask?
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Clive
Joe
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Hit the ground. Splat! Put "splat."
Do you mind?
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Paramedic
Martin
Paramedic
Martin
Paramedic
Martin
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Oh, nasty.
Oh, that's your medical opinion, is it?
Ah, you'd better come with us.
I'm fine!
Ah - that's gonna need stitches. You gonna do them yourself?
Yes. No.
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Martin
Nurse
Martin
Nurse
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A simple, uninterrupted suture, yes?
Yes.
Not too tight. Don't want to cut off the blood supply.
Do you want to finish this yourself?
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Edith
Martin
Edith
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Ellingham.
Edith. (gag)
Bad pasty?
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Martin
Edith
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What are you doing in Truro?
Well, I, um…I was going to examine my patient, but let's have a catch-up instead.
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Edith
Martin
Edith
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Nurse said your GP reported you were experiencing abdominal pain. Where is he?
I'm here.
Right.
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Mrs Tishell
Clive
Mrs Tishell
Clive
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18 years.
How long is it now? 16? 17 years?
We've been married 18 years! 18!
Don't seem that long, do it?
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Mrs Tishell
Martin
Clive
Martin
Clive
Martin
Clive
Martin
Clive
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Clive
Martin
Clive
Martin
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Oh! Doctor Ellingham!
You could have caused a serious accident yesterday afternoon.
Like I told PC Penhale, it wasn't my fault.
You are irresponsible and a danger to the public!
You can't talk to me like that!
Have you had your ears examined?
No! There's no point!
Then you need to call my receptionist and make an appointment before you cause any more accidents.
No!
Yes!
Please Clive!
There's no need!
I'm trying to help you!
I don't need help!
The very fact that we are all shouting surely proves that you do!
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Pauline
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I'm never gonna sleep again. They shouldn't have kicked him out of the army for snoring. They should have kept him
in and used him as a weapon of mass destruction.
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Edith
Pauline
Edith
Pauline
Edith
Pauline
Edith
Pauline
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Dr Ellingham, please.
He's with a patient.
I'll see him next.
Oh, so you're Chippy Miller, the crabman?
What?
You don't have an appointment.
I'm Dr Montgomery.
I'm Pauline, the receptionist.
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Martin
Mother
Martin
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There really is no way of knowing. Perhaps weeks. If she's one of the lucky ones.
You hear about this, but you never think it's gonna happen to you.
It's head lice, woman. Not leukemia.
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Martin
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Pauline! Control this child! Who let this dog in here? Where's my aunt?
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Edith
Martin
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It's nice. Do they pay you in chickens?
Hmmm. You just passing?
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Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
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It's been awhile. Twenty years.
See you still like impractical footwear. What were you doing in Truro?
One day a week. Common obstetrics. Gathering data. I run a private fertility clinic next door.
Married?
Not long enough for there to be any permanent damage. You?
No. Isn't it customary to write a letter outlining your diagnosis rather than reporting in person?
Then I wouldn't have been able to poke around in your underwear drawer. I heard whispers of a surgeon with
haemophobia.
Did you?
How are you finding General Practice?
Busy.
Right. Have you lost your edge Ellingham?
Are you trying to diagnose me?
I don't have to, do I?
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Bert
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The catch of the day is Sea Bream. The soup is leek and potato. The vegetarian option is…also leek and potato. It's
a big day for leeks. And potatoes.
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Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
Chris
Martin
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Martin.
Chris.
What happened there?
Oh, nothing. So, who's complained about me now?
Look, can’t I just drop in on an old mate?
Was it Mr Turnbull or Mrs Felcher?
Mr Walton.
Oh.
He says you called him a mentally deficient parasite.
He IS a mentally deficient parasite.
Fair enough. The man complains about every little thing. Right. I've spoken to you. Complaint dealt with at chief-
executive level. Job done. So, how have you been?
Consultations are up 5%.
How have YOU been?
Um, well, I suppose things are all right. Could be better.
Yes?
Well, since you ask...I'm beginning to think that, uh, perhaps my time here is at an end.
You mean yo want to move practices?
No. I'm thinking of going back into surgery.
And you're ready? I mean, your problem...
I'm working on it.
Well, do you want me to see what's out there?
Yes. Yes, I do.
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Martin
Barbara
Martin
Barbara
Martin
Barbara
Martin
Barbara
Martin
Barbara
Martin
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You had the MRI. It showed a mass in your abdomen. You had the CT scan. That confirmed a cyst. And now she's
going to operate. It's quite straightforward.
Uh, no. I don’t think so.
You don’t think so, what?
I don’t think they did all those things.
Of course they did. It's the standard procedure. That;s how other conditions are ruled out.
CT scan. They didn't do that.
Yes, they did.
Big machine. With the rotating thing? I mean, I'd remember something like that.
There was no CT scan?
Don't mean to be annoying. I'm sure it's not important, but I...
You can't help being annoying. And yes, it is important.
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Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
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Montgomery.
You didn’t order a CT scan on Barbara Collingsworth.
Correct.
You should have.
I think not.
So, how did you rule out diverticulitis? Women's intuition?
Experience.
It doesn't necessarily have to be a cyst.
Mind your own business. This isn't your case.
Could be a diverticular mass, which would be easily treatable with antibiotics.
I'm afraid you've lost me with all those long words.
Your diagnosis is premature.
Stick to the sore throats and diarrhea and leave the surgery to the grown-ups.
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Pauline
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If my brother doesn't leave soon, I'm gonna murder him. Probably fall asleep halfway through, though.
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Pauline
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Bed. The final frontier.
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Clive
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What could be better? You, me, and the sea. We'll have an eternity of time together. Just you and me.
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Clive
Mrs Tishell
Clive
Mrs Tishell
Clive
Mrs Tishell
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Same again?
Oh, just an orange juice.
Sorry?
Orange juice.
Come again?
Brandy! I'll have a double brandy!
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Old Woman
Martin
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Would you help me, please?
No.
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Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
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Edith.
Hello.
The Collingsworth woman. Lower-abdominal pain. Elevated temperature. Complained of nausea. You've made a
diagnostic leap and assumed that it's a cyst without taking a proper look and ruling out diverticulitis.
Sorry. What were you saying?
Which is treated with antibiotics rather than charging in with an invasive and potentially harmful procedure.
You miss playing with all the machines, don't you Ellingham?
How many years have you been a specialist?
Seventeen. I've seen this presentation of symptoms more times than I can count.
Do you think all those years might have narrowed your vision, and you're only capable of seeing a gynecological
solution?
I have to scrub up.
Edith. I wasn't going to interfere out of respect for you. But you leave me no alternative. I must insist that you
authorize a CT scan.
She's my patient Ellingham. You can't insist.
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Martin
Nurse
Martin
Nurse
Martin
Nurse
Radiographer
Martin
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Patient needs a CT scan. Lower abdomen.
Uh, so do they.
Get on the bed.
Uh, don't get on the bed.
It's an emergency.
Who are you? What do you think you're doing?
Uh, listen mate. There's a bloody queue. And you belong at the back of it.
Fine. I'm sure that Dr Montgomery will enjoy operating blind. And when she nicks this woman's bowel, you can explain
it to her family's lawyers! Get on the bed.
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Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
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Wasn't hard to find you Ellingham. I just followed the trail of outraged people.
Hello Edith.
You hijack my patient and perform an unauthorized procedure in a hospital where you have no privileges. If you
weren't already an obscure GP in the back end of nowhere, you certainly would be by the time I'm finished with you.
It's a diverticular mass.
Right. Good news Mrs Collinsworth. No need for surgery.
No apology?
Well spotted.
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Martin
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Shouldn't you be dozing at your desk?
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Adam
Martin
Adam
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Adam
Pauline
Adam
Pauline
Martin
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How do you get a perforated septum?
Any sharp object will do.
Pauline stuck a lollipop stick up my nose.
You were five.
You perforated his septum.
Whatever. He buried My Little Pony.
It's your fault I got kicked out of the army. All my life I've wanted to serve my nation, protect my country.
Don't tell mum.
I so am!
Oh...Thanks a bunch Doc!
Ah yes. Obviously I'm the one at fault.
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Clive
Martin
Clive
Martin
Mrs Tishell
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You mean it can be cured?
Yes. And your hearing can be restored.
I'll be able to go back to work?
Yes.
Oh, what a shame! I mean...a...not having you around all the time.
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Mrs Tishell
Martin
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So, Clive will be gone soon. Back to his job. Far away. And I'll be on my own again.
Good.
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Martin
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Right, I see. Well, that sounds promising. Wh - when would they want me to start? Yes. Well, uh, tell them I'm
interested. Definitely interested.
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Al
Pauline
Al
Pauline
Al
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So, the only way you'll move in is if I win you in a game like a, a goldfish or...
Exactly.
You could just ask nicely.
I am stone. Got it? Stone. Three, two. Again. Three, two. No, I... Three, two. Three, two. Oh, just give me the
bloody keys!
You're dead predictable, you are. Dead predictble.
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Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
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I accept your apology.
Thank you. What you did was deeply patronizing and violated protocol. I'd expect nothing less. You haven't changed
Ellingham.
Neither have you. Have a seat.
Thank you. How's the hand?
I haven't looked.
What happened?
Some utter moron.
Another one.
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Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
Edith
Martin
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I always thought you'd end up somewhere...else.
You assume this is some sort of purgatory. In March the local farmers have a competition to see who most resembles
their pig. And for the last two years, they have petitioned me to be the judge.
Mmm.
It's considered an honor.
Well, that explains why you stay here then.
Hmmm. As a matter of fact, Chris Parsons has contacted me about a post at Imperial. Head of vascular.
Oh. Right. What about your problem?
I'm dealing with it.
But, even this is making you queasy.
No it isn't.
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Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
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Louisa.
Hello Martin.
How are you? You're pregnant!
Yes. I am.
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