The Icarus Complex Doctors

You see what I mean? No obvious signs of entry,

except for that jimmy mark on the window.

And he's cut the phone lines, nobody does that any more.

It's got Fairhurst written all over it.

You might as well check upstairs. They'll be nobody there,

-he only burgles empty houses, but you never know.

-Yes, Sarge.

Marcy?!

Hello, can you hear me?

-Get an ambulance.

-This is 5190 to Control...

Hello? Can you hear me?

Sean? Get out of your pit!

Where were you? Sean?

Answer me when I'm talking to you!

DOORBELL

Morning, Pat. You just got in?

No.

Well, that's funny because your car engine is still warm.

Can we have a chat?

How's Debbie and Sean?

She's with her mates in Lanzarote. Not much time for me at the moment.

-And the lad?

-Look, is this going to take long?

-Because I've had no sleep.

-You and me both, mate.

The time is 0745.

Present is Sergeant Hollins, interviewing Pat Fairhurst.

You've been offered a solicitor, but you've declined.

So, where were you last night, Pat?

Footie match. United. Bit of a perk, really.

And that would have finished about, what, 9.45-ish?

-What did you do after that?

-Well, they wanted to practise first thing

and the pitch needed to be prepped. See, that's what I do now.

You're the groundsman? Ah! Branching out.

-How long did that take?

-Worked right through, had no choice.

-You can check, if you want.

-I will.

I am now showing Mr Fairhurst

the screwdriver that we found at Farnon Avenue.

-Is this yours, Pat?

-I don't know.

You always use a screwdriver, don't you, to jimmy the back window?

For the tape?

It wasn't me.

How many times have I arrested you, Pat - six? Seven?

-Always for burglary.

-Look, I told you, it wasn't me!

I was down at the ground all night. Can I go now?

But this is a bit different because you're usually very careful

and you make sure that the homeowners are out.

Maybe you're slipping.

Charge me, or let me go.

If you look closely, you'll see there's blood on that screwdriver.

That's the blood from the lady of the house. She was stabbed.

Did she surprise you?

You're not used to being disturbed, are you?

Did you panic?

I tried my best, but...she didn't make it.

So this is not about burglary...

..this is about murder.

OK, I appreciate how stressful this situation is,

but you have to try to think positively.

Perhaps if we go through the details again,

it would reassure you that you did everything you could.

OK, you know what, you want details? Fine! I've got them all for you.

What's the worst-case scenario?

Worst-case scenario, I get struck off.

Or suspended, pending endless court cases.

Or I get put on some sort of GMC watch list

for the rest of my career.

That is, of course, assuming that I have a career.

Now, what's the best-case scenario?

The best-case scenario is that Sarah Millen does nothing, for now.

Because there's always that chance that she'll put that call in.

-You did everything you could.

-Spare me the platitudes.

Fine. If you're not interested

in anything that I have to say, dear, I'm going to work.

But not you, not in this state.

We're already Mrs Tembe, Jimmi and Emma down.

I'm perfectly capable of running a clinic, thank you.

No, you're not.

You'll lose concentration and miss something,

or fear you've missed something,

and that will just compound this anxiety.

You know me that well?

Absolutely, I do.

So, no arguments.

Take the day off, clear your head

and no dwelling.

I've got a couple of jobs you could be getting on with.

-Right.

-The fridge needs clearing out.

Mrs Stebbins forgot to do that last week.

And the garden shed, you've been hoping to clear that out ever since we moved in!

Joe? We're going!

I will call you later. Don't...dwell.

Dr Chesterton, welcome back.

Sergeant.

Did you enjoy your sabbatical?

-It was a change, I suppose.

-Good.

Is there something I can help you with?

No, I'm just trying to make conversation. Busy?

It's a bit early for the deluge.

Just a drunk.

Spent all night down his local pub

and was found lurching down the high street. A Henry Samuels.

I'll leave you to it.

Samuels? Have you got an address?

41 Farnon Avenue, Letherbridge. Why?

HE SIGHS

Morning, Valerie.

You'll have to make some rearrangements, I'm afraid.

-Daniel isn't coming in today.

-Who's going to cover his clinic?

Well, I'm sure you'll find someone who's available.

-Just like that?

-I'm sure you'll manage.

Dr Carmichael, under normal circumstances, that wouldn't be a problem,

but we are ten minutes away from surgery, the kettle's broken,

Karen's already shouted at me, Tash is in the toilets crying

and I've got to prepare an accounts' statement for Mrs Tembe.

So I am not entirely confident that I can do as you ask.

Right.

No, I'm sorry, but...you know...

-Here are your repeats.

-Thanks.

-Urgents are on top.

-I could cover.

No, you've got that patient-care meeting.

Not until 10.30. That'll give us time to find someone.

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh! Thank you, Sid!

Or try Heston. He said he was just out doing some shopping this morning.

Good morning, Mill Health Centre.

You OK?

Not really, no.

Why? What happened?

What's the point of it, anyway?

I'm sorry, Mr Samuels, I appreciate you've been through a great deal.

What do you know about that?

All done.

MR SAMUELS SIGHS

It must have been a great shock, losing her like that. I am so sorry.

-Losing her?

-Your wife.

What?!

They didn't tell you.

Get the sergeant.

I'm terribly sorry, I-I thought you knew.

Not Kath? She...she can't...

Well, how?

I don't know the details, I'm afraid.

DR CHESTERTON SIGHS

Hello, Mr Samuels, I'm Sergeant Hollins.

I'm really sorry to have to confirm

that your house was burgled in the early hours.

Mrs Samuels was attacked...

..and she died.

-No, no, no, that can't be right! No!

-I'm so sorry, Henry.

If you go with this officer, we'll get someone to speak to you.

I'm so, so sorry.

What the hell do you think you were playing at?!

Why hadn't anyone told him?

Because he wasn't in any fit state, we were waiting for him to sober up!

I'd have thought the news his wife had been murdered

would've sobered him up in a trice!

It wasn't my decision, I am not the custody sergeant.

But can I suggest in future that you check

before revealing sensitive information to a detainee?

And can I suggest in future

you keep the FME on duty informed so such blunders don't occur?

Come back Jimmi and Emma, all is forgiven.

What was that, Sergeant?

You heard.

I've got the initial report from the pathologist.

I thought you might be interested.

We will get a full one in a few days' time,

but from preliminary observations,

it seems that Mrs Samuels was stabbed seven times

with your screwdriver.

-Not mine.

-Sorry. The screwdriver found at the scene.

The CSI have found a partial print on that said screwdriver.

-Sloppy again.

-Are you going to charge me, or what?

I'm just giving you a chance to put your side of the story.

It could help you in the long run.

I want a solicitor.

Good idea.

I don't blame you for that because the evidence is stacking up.

But that will take a while, so why don't you save a bit of time

and tell us what happened now?

No? OK, please yourself.

Back to the cells.

Interview suspended, 1050.

It's a real shame, Pat.

Because it seems like you were turning your life around.

I thought I would just pop in and see the patient.

Well, I have just been admiring your lovely flowers.

-Very thoughtful.

-Oh, it was nothing, really.

On the contrary. You have kept everything just so.

Well, I got Heston to hoover around a couple of times

while I put my feet up.

Now, as a thank you, er...

..my vegetable stew. Dr Carter's favourite.

You have not been cooking?

Oh, no, no, no, I freeze them when I have the time.

Ah. Well, thank you. Lovely.

Right. Now you can tell me everything that has been happening

while I've been away.

Oh, well, there's, er...not much to tell. You know most of it.

I have got a better idea. I have brought some savouries.

Ah. Well, not for me, but I will put the kettle on.

No. You sit down, I will put the kettle on.

Right. And you can tell me everything that I have been missing.

Sergeant Hollins, is it really necessary

to keep Mr Samuels any longer?

I haven't interviewed him yet, so, yes.

I was waiting for you to give the all-clear.

Well, actually, I'd really like to run a few more tests.

His heart rate's fast and he's hypertensive.

I'm not surprised. He's just found out that his wife's been murdered.

Do we really have to have this discussion again?

Look, I just need to take a statement and then he can go.

As I was trying to say, Sergeant, he's still very distressed.

Is he fit for interview, or not?

-If you'll just listen to me for one moment...

-Doctor!

HE HYPERVENTILATES

Henry?

I have something to tell you!

OK. I need you to take some slow, steady breaths for me.

My, um...my angel, my Kath...

It's all my fault.

I didn't mean to leave her like that, I just, um...

I needed to get a drink.

I must've... I killed her!

Oh, Kath! I killed my Kath!

HE SOBS

I'm sick of this, Zara. I'm climbing the walls here.

I even went for a run to try and clear my head.

-Oh, good. Did that work?

-No. No, it didn't.

Do you know what, though? I've a good mind to call Sarah Millen.

-Absolutely not.

-Well, why the hell not?

I mean, maybe I could diffuse the situation.

Not with that attitude, you won't.

No, we get in touch with the MDU and ask their advice first.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Look, I've got to go.

Try not to worry and, please, don't do anything silly.

-Daniel?

-Yes, OK, OK, I promise.

OK. We'll speak later. Bye.

-Sorry, Sid.

-It's fine. How is he?

Twitchy.

Understandable.

Valerie needs his signature for the latest account reports, so...

Well, won't mine do?

It needs at least two partners, and with Jimmi away...

Oh, for goodness' sake! I'll take it home with me, then.

Actually, she could do with it today,

so I was thinking, maybe I could drop in on Daniel myself?

Heston's taken over now and I was popping out, anyway, so...

I don't know.

Look, just a chat with another doctor?

Less experienced, obviously, but maybe I can help.

-If you upset him...

-I won't.

If steam starts coming out of his ears,

I'll make a run for it. Promise.

All right. Maybe you could distract him with something inane.

You're good at that.

OK, there's a compliment in there somewhere.

Oh, and, er...Jimmi and Emma,

well, I'm sure you appreciate, with them being off,

well, it has been pretty hectic, but it's all really good.

Poor Dr Carmichael and Dr Granger, though.

Yeah. Yeah, well...

You mustn't worry about it, though,

because I'm sure it's going to be OK.

-Hm.

-He only went in there for camping equipment.

-Camping equipment?

-I know.

Huh! Doesn't seem like Zara's thing, does it?

Poor Daniel. I mean, what else could he have done, Mrs Tembe?

I'm sorry, I do not understand.

I was talking about the difficulty of them covering for me,

the Mill being understaffed.

Yeah. Yeah, er...so was...

No! No, you were talking about camping equipment.

I've told them to get an MRI.

-That collapse was clearly a cerebral event.

-Cerebral?

It means some kind of brain...

I know exactly what it means, thank you.

Of course, your wife. I'm sorry.

So, Henry...?

It's something I noticed earlier. Swollen optic nerves,

which can mean raised intracranial pressure.

A potential brain tumour.

Could that explain him possibly attacking his wife

and then not being able to remember it?

-What, you want me to guess?

-Why not?

-It's possible.

-Right.

I need to make some calls.

-Oh, let me help you.

-No, I can manage!

Look, I'm sorry, I...I thought you knew about Daniel.

-I need to speak to them.

-No.

It is dangerous to underestimate this situation.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Without careful handling, these things can quickly escalate.

Look, I'm sure Zara and Daniel appreciate your support,

but they are dealing with it.

Plus, you have just come out of hospital.

You are under strict rest orders for good reason.

Just minor post-operative soreness, that is all.

That's not the point. You have to take it easy.

You can't solve this one, Mrs Tembe.

They will talk to you about it when they are ready to.

(All right.)

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

Sergeant Hollins, can I have a word?

I'll call you back.

Take a seat.

I've just been speaking to the Samuels' GP.

Have you?

Well, at any rate, it turns out Henry was his wife's carer.

She had a chronic heart condition and...

Well, it was a lot of work.

Since the recent cuts, they've had no regular help at all.

Now, that pressure, coupled with the brain trauma...

What are you saying, he snapped, attacked his wife,

went out and got drunk?

As I said, it's possible.

Does that help?

Yes, it does.

It explains a lot, seeing as I've arrested the wrong man.

I've just seen footage of him on the pitch at Letherbridge United

at the time of the attack.

So, case closed?

It is for him.

Ah! Good.

I have just had confirmation

of a meeting with the catering manager at St Philomena's.

-What meeting?

-It is just to discuss the hospital's food policy.

Ah! Good. No, hang on.

I thought we just agreed you were meant to be taking it easy?

For goodness...!

They are not going to be able to see me until after Easter.

Oh, good. That means you can rest first, then prepare for your case.

Prepare my case. Very good!

Mrs Tembe, when was the last time you had any fun?

Fun?

You know, lived a bit, got down and dirty, had a boogie?

Excuse me?

OK, maybe not that, but...

You know, since you've taken on this new job,

you've...you've become very serious.

Everyone at work, they were saying...

You have been discussing me with others?

Just out of concern.

Karen was saying that you used to be out a lot more.

Out and about, seeing friends from the church, the food bank.

Yeah, well, my time is very limited now.

Yeah, but it doesn't have to be.

You know, even Heston, he's...he's really worried.

He says that you've lost some of your joyful lightness.

You're doing a good job, but,

Winifred, where is the balance?

HE SOBS

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

ROB: Jerry, can you get Pat Fairhurst

out of number two, please?

Sarge.

The whole case just turned on its head and he can go.

-I'll let Frank know at the desk.

-Yep, OK.

I do love this house, you know, Daniel. Loads of space.

But not too much, if you know what I mean?

You said something about wanting my signature?

Oh, yeah, of course. Business first. Huh!

Oh, yeah. I remember Valerie wanted me to sign this.

-Pen.

-Cheers.

I do know that, er...Zara sent you around to distract me.

Rumbled. Huh!

So, you know?

OK, yeah, I admit, I heard about the situation at the camping shop.

But I wanted to come by and just offer some moral support.

That's kind, but, er...it was a little bit more than a situation.

I did something in good faith, I tried to save a man's life.

No, no, no, I understand.

I totally empathise.

-When I lost Evelyn Robinson...

-You empathise?

You lost an elderly lady. That happens.

No. Yeah, you're right.

I didn't have my five-year-old son watching as I failed to save a life.

I mean, all this talk of lawyers and recriminations,

I mean, that must be nothing compared to your worries about Joe.

Aw, it's been really nice.

It has been very lovely.

And thank you again for coming.

There was something else, which is partly the reason that I came,

before I put my big foot in my...

It is forgotten.

Would you like to come to dinner next week?

Well, that sounds very pleasant. Thank you!

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Heston's idea. He...he's invited an ex-surgeon friend

and he thought it'd be nice to invite you

to make a foursome, sort of thing.

And I totally get if it's not your...

I would love to come.

-Right.

-No, I look forward to meeting any friend of Dr Carter's.

Good. Well, that is good.

And, er...I am going to leave now

before I spoil this lovely moment. Hm!

-Hello, Mr Samuels.

-Doctor.

What are you doing here?

I had a meeting and I thought I'd come and check up on you.

I didn't do the best job at the police station.

How are you feeling?

Um...I don't know any more.

I feel sober.

Yes, the diazepam will be having a stabilising effect.

Have they told you about the initial scan?

Um...they said something about a shadow.

-A mass.

-Yes. On the frontal lobe,

which I believe could explain the memory problems and anxiety.

What's going to happen to me, Doc?

I'm afraid it's hard to say until they've run a few more tests.

OK, I get it.

Everything got so mixed up.

I should have been stronger.

Well, dealing with your wife's illness

would have been difficult enough.

Henry, you said you killed her.

It's all so confusing.

I can remember standing over her body.

So, you came back to the house after drinking all night?

-HENRY SIGHS

-Yeah.

No-one should ever go like that.

Alone and scared, in pain.

Henry, I'm sorry to ask you this,

but...do you actually remember killing Kath?

I remember finding her, it must have been me.

-It's just this brain thing, I...

-OK.

I just need to make a quick phone call. I'll be back, I promise.

I see.

Yeah, that is a different story.

No, we'll still need to speak to him. It's not cut and dried.

OK, thanks, Doctor.

-Pat.

-I need to talk to you.

-About what?

-That woman.

I killed her.

It was like you said, I went home early from the ground,

let the other lads finish off, and I...

Well, I just felt the need.

You felt the need to burgle?

You don't understand.

It's a compulsion, you know?

But you're right, it was sloppy.

I hadn't checked out the house.

But it was five in the morning, they were probably asleep.

-A quick in and out.

-Yeah, and Mrs Samuels disturbed you.

Yeah. I must've woken her up.

And this was at the bottom of the stairs?

Yeah, I didn't see her come down.

She scared me, to be honest, and I panicked

and I lashed out with that screwdriver.

Look, I didn't mean to kill her, I swear it.

I do believe you, Pat.

-Yeah?

-I believe you didn't mean to kill her

because you didn't, because you weren't there.

-You've never even met her.

-Look, I'm telling you...

Who are you protecting?

No-one. It was me.

No. I didn't find Mrs Samuels at the bottom of the stairs,

she was in her front room.

The print on the screwdriver isn't yours.

And Letherbridge United were kind enough

to give me the CCTV footage from last night,

and there you are, plain as day, all the way through until 6.00am!

All right, I got the times wrong.

No. We got a call at 5.40, I found Mrs Samuels at 6.00am.

So I'll ask you again, who are you trying to protect?

It's Sean, isn't it?

He thinks I'm a superhero.

There's a drawing somewhere.

Me in a cloak and a stethoscope.

DANIEL SIGHS

All kids have to realise that their dad isn't superhuman.

Yeah, but he's five years old, Sid.

OK. Surely you've explained that Dad can't save everyone?

-'Course.

-So he's just got to process that.

Even at five, he can understand that, surely?

Yeah, but he's going to spend the rest of his life

with the memory of me killing a man in a shop.

Trying to save a life.

And it's just one of thousands of memories.

Yeah, but that's the memory he's going to have.

He's going to remember that one!

Just like he's always going to remember his first ice cream,

or going to Legoland, or playing Tiny Tim.

It's one of many memories.

And, yeah, that memory's scary and a bit confusing, but that's OK.

I just feel like I let him down, you know?

I know.

DANIEL SNIFFS

HENRY SOBS

OK, go and get changed and then we'll show Daddy.

Well done. Good boy.

-How is he?

-He's fine.

-They made mugs in pottery.

-Ah!

His is a little more the Leaning Tower of Pisa,

but he's very excited about it. He's going to put pens in it for you.

Is he?

Did you do the fridge?

Yeah, yeah, I did it.

Was Sid unbearable?

No. Actually, he was fine.

How many of these have you had?

Er...a couple. You want some?

Look, I contacted the MDU today.

I am so sorry that this has happened to you,

but you know we need to deal with it properly.

Yeah. And so it begins.

DANIEL BREATHES DEEPLY

Zara always says that men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

Valerie, honestly, mate, I'm fine.

Oh, yeah! Ooo!

There's nothing like a pair of strappy heels to make life worth living.

-Zara's from Mars.

-She's out there.

Just... Um...

It...it's...a highly-sensitive document.

Sorry, I should have said.