Surveillance Doctors

-Have you got the tickets?

-Yep.

-Passport? Let me just check.

-I saw you put it in there.

-I know, I know.

-Sorry, mate.

-No worries.

-There!

-Come on, you.

-Thank you.

-Cheers, pal.

-OK, mate.

Joe, darling, its time to put your Lego away.

-Morning.

-There's some coffee there.

Look... Sorry about last night.

I...I lost it for a while.

I'll go and see if he's brushed his teeth.

Hang on, Joe, I just need to find my keys.

-You're very smart today.

-Aren't I always?

-Something special?

-Not really, no.

Good, because I would like to take you for a nice, long lunch.

At the Corbieres, perhaps. Or Priestley's? My treat.

-Anywhere but the Icon.

-Erm, I've got to see someone.

-What about?

-Sorry.

Well, who?

BELL RINGS

Joe? Joe, darling! You are going to be in so much trouble!

JOE GIGGLES

Morning. How's your mum?

-She's doing her best, such as it is.

-Aww.

-I bet she starts picking up soon.

-Yeah?

-Yeah. Once she gets back into a routine, finds her feet again.

And how's that going to work?

-Just give it time.

-And what? She's just going to pull herself together and start a whole new life(?)

That's not what we're saying.

-Suddenly start going windsurfing(?)

-Al...

-Rollerblading(?) Or rock-climbing(?)

-What on earth...?

-Do not start!

-What are you doing back?

-It will only be for a couple of hours.

-Are you mad?

There is no way you should be here.

DOOR SLAMS

-What colour did you say the van was?

-It was white.

-And you definitely had seen it before?

-Yep.

OK, well, thanks for your help. We will be in contact.

-Good morning, Mrs Saunders.

-Is it?!

Yeah, sorry about all this.

We hadn't even got to the airport!

How about I pop in on her? As part of my rounds?

Appreciate it, but there's really no need.

But if you don't think she can look after herself...?

Everything is all under control, thank you.

-So what's up, then?

-For goodness...

I'm just fed up.

-With...?

-Don't know... My dad, I suppose.

-Bless him.

-I know how that feels.

-Do you?

I used to kid myself my dad was some big rich bloke,

like a rock star or something.

And one day he'd just turn up and make everything all right.

-And did he?

-No.

Mine wasn't that bad.

He did his bit. Well, he tried to.

-Well, that's something, I guess.

-Yeah. Something.

Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on him. Or yourself.

Just look out for your mum, that's all.

Yeah, I'm trying to.

Well, he didn't get these.

-Good.

-I don't know what I'd have done.

-Were they hidden?

No, not really.

-Maybe he didn't get time.

-No. Any cash in the house?

I left some in here. 40 quid.

Well, that's still there. So, so far it's just the TV, DVD

and the set-top box.

Microwave and kettle...

-Which is worth, what, about a tenner?

-Hang on...

Jay, I doubt he'd have had time to get a drink.

-Gin's still here. Whiskey's gone, though.

-You what?

And that photo. Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

-What is?

-It's him. Got to be.

-No way!

-I'm sorry?

It's Terry. Me rotten husband!

So I would like you out of here by lunchtime, please.

-Y-y-yes. I understand.

-At the latest.

Yes, we will see.

PHONE RINGS

No, we won't! You will go home and rest.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Mrs Tembe speaking.

-Hello, Mr Gupta.

-Good morning.

-How are you feeling?

-Fine. I'm actually at work.

Are you sure that's wise?

I just had to get out of the house.

But you're not going to be there all day?

No. No.

And you certainly won't be lifting anything?

No, I will not be lifting anything.

What can I help you with?

Well, I was thinking about some lunch tomorrow.

Whether you'd like to...join me, perhaps?

Oh, erm...

Excuse me.

Oh!

Yes, well, that sounds lovely.

It's all mine, mate.

Bought and paid for.

I'll show you the receipts if you like.

Whisky.

-But what about the criminal damage?

-It's my back door, innit?

I can do what I like with it.

Is that your van parked out there?

How long have you had it?

Not long. Had to sell the old one.

Put the deposit on this dump.

And why has it been parked outside Janette's house at night?

-That's up to me, isn't it?

-For quite a while now, apparently.

Why, is it on a double yellow?

I'd say you've been watching the place, wouldn't you?

Oh, well, who told you that? The neighbour?

Is that what you've been doing?

What about her, then, the nosey cow? That's all she ever does!

-So I'll see you in a couple of weeks, OK?

-Thanks.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Hang on.

What forms, Karen?

Oh, yeah, I'll bring them through in a bit, yeah?

Bye.

How long have you been split up?

-Not long.

-How long?

Six or seven months. I didn't know she was going to

get that prat round there, though, did I? Soon as my back was turned.

That doesn't give you the right to harass her, though, does it?

-I haven't said a word.

-No?

No. No threats, no argy-bargy.

I just went round there and took my stuff back, that's all.

Did you not think about asking her for your stuff?

Oh, yeah(!) Just go crawling round on my hands and knees

for my own telly?

Look, have I done anything wrong, or what?

Well, that depends on how you look at it.

-Are you charging me?

-No.

But I'm asking you to back off.

Well, I am backed off, aren't I? I'm here.

And I'm asking you to stop watching the house.

Well, I'm doing her a favour, aren't I,

her being on holiday? You can't be too careful now, can you?

Mr Saunders, please...

..stay away.

Yeah. OK. And you just let me know when I've broken any laws.

Oh, don't worry. I will.

Thank you, bye-bye.

Are you sure you've had something to eat? No, there IS cheese!

There's cheese in the fridge!

It's supposed to smell like that, it's French!

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in!

-Order forms?

-Hang on a minute, Mother.

Do you want me to come back?

No, no, they're here somewhere.

Order forms.

Right, I'm back, Mother.

Oh, where's she gone to now?

Ah.

-Al...

-I'm in the middle of something, Karen.

Mother, that's for me. Please don't open it.

Can you put it on the table, please?

Not the big table, the little table right in front of the sofa.

Thank you.

-And...?

-I've warned him.

-You've warned him?

-Yes.

And is that it?

The thing is, he can't be prosecuted for taking his own property.

And what makes it just his all of a sudden?

-You'll have to discuss that with him, I'm afraid.

-Have you heard this?

I'm sorry, Mrs Saunders, but that's all I can really do at this stage.

22 years we've been married. I think that entitles me to

-half of the kettle, don't you?!

-Yes, I do.

But no, you just let him off, scot-free.

You know, you could consider

raising a complaint of harassment if it carries on.

What, when he's standing out there with binoculars?

If he is doing that, we would take the appropriate action.

Like what? Another slap on the wrist?

No...

-CAR DRIVES OFF

-Oh, for...! That's just great(!)

Thanks a lot(!) See what you've done now?

DOOR CLOSES

Hi.

-What's going on?

-Hmm?

-Does your mum know you've got all those cameras?

-No.

-So, what do you think you're doing?

I'm just making sure she eats and drinks, is all.

-Al, they're in every room.

-Ah, they're not in every room.

I should think not!

It's amazing, watching her all day, actually how little she does.

Enough to drive anyone round the bend.

You're round the bend!

-It's just a safety device, that's all.

-It's a snooping device!

It's exactly the same as one of those security alarms

they wear round their necks.

No, because that's a choice!

Al, I know you don't mean any harm...

Mrs Abel is waiting.

Get rid of 'em.

Oi, I thought you were supposed to be leaving?

What are you doing here? Thought you were on your holidays.

-Oh, you forgot your toothbrush(?)

-Just shut it, you!

I have had enough of you, creeping about, and so has she.

-Who? My wife?

-Oh, just give it up, will you?

-You sneaky, snidey little...

-Oh, that's a bit rich

-coming from you.

-You come near us one more time...

-Oh, yap, yap, yap!

-Just once.

Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it? Come on, then!

Ah!

Oi! Pack it in. Stop it! I said stop it!

-I'm arresting both of you for breach of the peace.

-You what?!

You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence...

-It was him, not me!

-Get off me!

-...if you do not mention when questioned something which

-you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?

-You pillock!

-Will you tell him?!

-Shut up!

-I'm sorry to have to do this.

-What on earth...?

-I just needed to speak to you again.

-No, I'm sorry.

-I understand this must be difficult...

-Oh, DO you know?

But after everything that's been said, I just need five minutes of your time. Please.

-I've nothing left to say to you.

-It's all I ask.

I'm calling my solicitor.

Five minutes, please. Nothing more. You have my word.

Book these two in, please. And keep 'em apart.

Happy now, then, are you?

-Just button it, will you?

-You dozy great...

Oi! Oi!!

Breach of the peace.

And get the FME to check them both over. Behave yourself.

Mrs Millen. I...

What happened was...terrible.

And I know that as a doctor I'm not perfect.

I think we've established that.

And you are within your rights, of course,

to take whatever course of action you think is appropriate.

Which is why you shouldn't be here.

But I need you to know that I tried everything within my power...

Well, it wasn't good enough, was it?

No, no, it wasn't. I failed.

I failed John, and I failed you.

And I even failed my own son,

who thinks that I'm there to save people, not to let them down.

But sometimes whatever you do as a doctor,

it just doesn't work.

We were going to have children, you know. Start a family.

But that'll never happen now, will it? Because of you.

Sarah, it was my duty to take responsibility. And I did.

I was the best hope that John had.

And I tried everything I could with what I had to save his life.

I think you should go now.

And I am truly, truly sorry that I couldn't.

SHE SOBS

Get out.

-Thank you.

-Please, take a seat.

What's happening?

Well...they both want to press charges.

Well, where's the sense in that?

Have you spoken to Terry about all of this?

I've phoned him a couple of times. But it only makes him worse.

-He just won't accept it.

-And you've filed for divorce?

I was going to, when we get back.

Did you tell him about going on holiday?

Of course not!

It was the one chance I had to get away from all this rubbish.

-How did he find out, then?

-You tell me!

It's no wonder, though, is it? He's been watching us, day and night.

It's not like I don't care about him, is it?

We've been married all these years.

And he's showing a sight more interest now

than he did while we were together.

But can't you just make him stop now? Please?

Because I really don't think I can take any more.

-How's Janette?

-As you would imagine, worried.

So you thought you'd take the law into your own hands, did you?

I wasn't "thinking", was I?

Happens a lot then, does it? You losing your rag like that?

No. Look, I've kept out of it, haven't I? For months.

-Since I first met her.

-So, what was so different this morning?

Because I am sick of it. Seeing him keep getting away with it.

-Doing what he likes.

-Well, maybe things will change

now he's had a warning.

-You have no idea, do you?

-About what, exactly?

What it's like.

Seeing him round every corner, everywhere I look.

I daren't even tell Janette sometimes.

-It'd drive her mad and all!

-You think she doesn't know?

It was him who moved out in the first place, you know.

-Way before I met her.

-Oh, yeah?

But now the jealousy's kicked in, hasn't it?

So he's just there...all the time. He never lets up.

Have you got any way of proving that?

Well, he's just robbed the place, hasn't he?!

-Technically, no.

-"Technically"!

So, if you don't have anything...

Any chance I can have me phone back?

Ah, Dr Granger. I have scheduled the partners' meeting

-at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

-OK.

Do you mind me asking how are you feeling?

It should be me asking you that, shouldn't it?

Oh, I am fine. A little bruised, but well within myself.

-Me, too. More or less.

-Good.

And there have there been no further developments?

Erm, no, not really. I've said all I want to say.

And now we just have to wait and see what happens. So, nine o'clock.

Thank you.

So, have you done him, then?

-For assault?

-It looked like six-of-one to me, mate.

No, he came round, looking for a punch-up!

And you gave him one, didn't you?

-How did you find out about the holiday?

-Internet.

-She was bragging to her mates.

-Oh, you keep tabs on her, do you?

Yeah, I have a look, now and again.

Don't you think that's strange now you're separated?

-She's still my wife.

-Why did you walk out?

A real stupid argument, that's all.

It was her idea to change the locks.

Terry, you've got to stop harassing her like this.

Hey, I haven't said a word!

Because it is against the law.

How would you like it, eh?

Have some idiot like that, flopped out on your sofa?

Drinking your booze and watching your TV with your missus?

-I'd find it hard, like anybody else.

-Sleeping in your bed?

-Yes, I know. But this has gone way too far.

-What has?

This, for a start.

You, sat in your van, parked outside the house.

So?

At 2.30 in the morning?

What are you doing?

No, not on the actual disc, Mother!

You know, if this carries on,

we will be talking about a restraining order.

That is still my house!

18 years I've put into that.

-Is that what this is all about? Property?

-Yeah. Mine!

What about Janette? Is she your property as well?

Of course she's not!

Then doesn't she deserve her own life? Her own privacy?

-You married, are you?

-Yeah.

-How long?

27 years.

And how would you feel, eh? Just thrown out on your ear?

Cos it's not just the house, is it? It's everything.

-It's like losing your right arm.

-I know.

Do you?

Well, I know what it's like to go through a very difficult time, yeah.

It's just ever since the kids left, nothing has ever been right.

It's never good enough.

So you start lashing out and she starts lashing out

and before you know it, man, it's just all gone.

You're stuck outside in some van.

And you're right, I probably am obsessed.

But I'm bound to be, aren't I?

She's my wife. And I still love her.

Have you told her that, Terry?

There's no point now, is there?

I'm sorry, but it's either time to tell her that, or to walk away.

Because you can't carry on like this, can you?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yep.

-Dr Granger, I have had a phone call.

-OK?

From Sarah Millen.

She will not be taking any legal action.

And you'll be getting all of this in writing.

Thank you.

I am very pleased for you, it must be a great relief.

Yes, it is. And can I just say

it's really good to have you back.

I think that you two should keep away from each other.

Don't you worry about that.

And until things become amicable, stay away from that house.

So, can I book us another flight?

-I don't see why not.

-Thank you.

-Cheers.

-Bye.

Do you know what I reckon?

What's that?

I reckon you should go home, get your whisky out,

put your feet up and watch your telly.

-I can't, can I?

-Why?

Forgot the remote.

Hang on a minute.

Listen.

Love. I'm sorry it's turned out like this.

No, it's me who's sorry.

Look, I'll get that door fixed for you when you're away.

Has the neighbour got the keys?

Yeah.

Terry, I...

Good luck, love.

Hi.

Hello.

For you.

And what have I done to deserve these?

-I wanted to apologise.

-You already have.

No, properly.

They're lovely. Thank you.

-I've also booked us a table at the Corbieres.

-What about Joe?

All taken care of. I could get used to this.

You should. You deserve it.

You know, I've been thinking. We should have a weekend away.

Somewhere fabulous. Paris, Venice, Milan!

Don't push it.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yep?

-Have you taken them down yet?

-No. Anything else...?

Isn't that what you did with Jas?

-That was different.

-Really?!

What my mother needs right now, and she is my mother, by the way...

I know.

-..is a little supervision.

-That's surveillance.

-Being taken care of.

-Being spied on.

Al, you probably...

You're probably not thinking straight.

-And why would that be?

-After everything you've been through

-With your dad.

-Don't patronise me, Karen.

Your mother deserves some privacy.

If... To grieve, if nothing else.

And what do you think I'm looking for? Just some little sign.

Some tiny spark of emotion from her.

That's not the way to do it, Al, I'm sorry!

You should go home now and take those things down!

I'm not going to do that, cos I happen to care about my mother.

Isn't that what you said about Jas...?

You know what amazes me is your pinpoint powers of recall,

-all of a sudden.

-What?

-So is it better, then, your memory?

Oh, don't do that.

No, explain to me how it works. Do you get these sudden flashbacks

to long-forgotten moments in history?

-You know what you should do, just for once?

-I can't wait for you to tell me(!)

Try taking a look at yourself.

DOOR SHUTS

I've got other patients to see, you know.

People are going to start wondering where I am.

Are you not glad to be back?

Would you be?

No!

She's my mother, and I know what's best for her.

You are as bad at relating to your family as you are to the rest of us.

Let me ask you something. Have you ever managed to relate to anyone?