Inviolate Doctors

I want to report a crime.

Well, you've certainly come to the right...

Rape. I've been raped.

Come in!

-You wanted to see me.

-Harrison, are you going to send me the Lloyd-Beckett file before Christmas?

I don't think I've had it back from...

I want it on my desk tomorrow.

Sure.

-I don't like having to chase forensics.

-So why are you?

Profiler's updated the Scraper's MO.

He's got a unique signature. I'm glad he's not on our patch.

Right.

I am sorry...

but I could not help myself.

I take great pride in my ability to keep a calm equilibrium...

I know...

-But yesterday that girl...

-Lauren.

..that girl did her very best to undermine, not only my demeanour,

but also my professionalism.

Well, yes, I agree. She should have behaved better.

-Better?

-Mrs Tembe...

Someone of good character would not do such a thing.

We're not here to judge Lauren's character.

Do you not think it is a pertinent issue?

We are here to try and establish what went awry, yesterday.

I gather there were other incidents, involving Imogen?

Yes, and I will be talking to Imogen to get her account.

But I also need to hear Lauren's side as well.

Well, she does not seem in a hurry to present it.

No.

FLIES BUZZING

Bit early in the day for fancy dress.

Sorry?

-What's her complaint?

-Him. Rape.

Apparently.

Nicky? Hi, I'm Doctor Clay. Jimmi. Sorry to keep you waiting.

If you follow me I'll take you somewhere more comfortable and we can go through a few things.

OK.

Nice handbag. Do you think his boyfriend bought it for him?

Is that a professional observation, DI Kilburne?

It's an observation, Sergeant Hollins.

-Was that the assault complainant?

-Yeah.

-Right.

We've no STOs, Liz Blanks is off sick

and DC Wright is escorting a prisoner back from South Yorkshire.

-Easily identified by his flat cap and whippet.

-Very droll.

So with neither of them here, I'd like you to interview the complainant.

-Me?

-Problem?

-No.

-Good. Sergeant Hollins, you can sit in.

Unusual circumstances, Be good experience for you.

Ready when you are.

-I'm terribly sorry, Mr Earnshaw, I know it's frustrating...

-Excuse me.

-Sorry, I'll be with you as soon as I can...

-This is ridiculous!

-Notes?

Have you seen the time?

Well done.

-You stink of booze.

-I showered.

Congratulations. It appears to be seeping through your pores.

No face-to-face with patients this morning.

There is tardiness. And there is lateness.

-And if someone...

-I'll ring her.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

Finished the meeting?

We haven't even started yet.

Miss Porter has decided not to grace us with her presence.

Really?

Not wishing to decry Imogen, but a cool head in reception...

I will attend.

One at a time!

Surprised by Lauren.

She's one of the most organised people I've met.

Maybe she's embarrassed?

After the havoc she caused at the Campus on Monday?

And something else, she does seem to be giving Kevin the run-around.

-Ah.

-"Ah"?

-He's a bit "tired and emotional" this morning.

-Drunk?

-More the after-effects.

-Well, we can't have that!

Oh, don't worry. Daniel has got him on back-office tasks.

Have you washed or showered?

Wanted to.

PHONE BEEPS

ANSWERPHONE MESSAGE: This is Lauren.

If you've got something to say, leave a message and I'll get back to you.

'Lauren, this is Julia again.'

This isn't good enough. We were expecting you for the meeting.

I've phoned your agency and they haven't heard from you, either.

I understand if you're embarrassed, but if there's a problem, I'm sure we can resolve it.

So will you please get back to me. I'll try your mobile again.

PHONE BUZZES

-So, Nicholas...

-It's Nicky.

That's what you'd prefer to be called?

-That's my name.

-Sure.

So, you met this man at the Clarendon Bar?

-Yes.

-Do you go there often?

-I work there.

-Barman?

-Manager.

-That's a straight establishment, isn't it?

-Not too wacky, you mean?

-No, I mean it's not the same category

as The Shipwell Arms or the Scarlet and Blue?

I believe gay people work at the airport.

Doesn't make it a gay airport.

But you are gay?

I date men.

-And you're transsexual?

-No.

Transvestite?

I dress as a woman.

-By preference?

-By need.

Unusual, though, isn't it? Because most transvestites aren't gay?

Boss, is this really...

In my experience, people's sexuality isn't always reflected in their wardrobe.

I was born a man. I live as a woman.

But you've preferred to remain a man, physically?

Are my preferences the issue?

Do you often take men home from work?

-Men I work with, or just men?

-Men.

-I have done.

-For sex?

-Not everyone likes chess.

-Last night, you took a man home for sex?

-I can be attracted without wanting to have sex.

-But you did fancy him?

-Yes.

Had you met him before?

-No.

-So you didn't want sex, even though you...

I hadn't made up my mind.

-But you helped him make up his mind?

-DI Kilburne...

I never said, "Come back and have sex with me."

No, but...

-I didn't offer.

-What was his name?

I... I can't...

You took a man home for sex last night

and you don't even know his name?

DI Kilburne, boss.

Can I have a quick word?

With all due respect, sir.

What do you think you're playing at?

-I'm interviewing the...

-She's not a suspect.

I know he isn't.

So why are you apportioning blame?

I'm attempting to establish circumstances.

You're saying she lead him on.

I'm establishing whether that might have been the case.

-Not exactly shaken up, is he?

-So, what does that mean?

Well, coming out with sarcy replies.

Probably the nerves.

How many rape complainants have you seen that composed?

OK, fair enough. It's not usual.

So of those that are that composed,

how many were crying foul, out for revenge, change their mind?

-Not in the majority...

-But it has happened?

All right, a couple.

And what about into stranger danger, no names,

no strings, violence a bit of a turn-on...

Yes, it happens... But, you and her.

-This is different.

-Why?

Because the complainant's a man?

You wouldn't be accusing me of homophobia, would you, sergeant?

Let's just say that I think you're taking

a very harsh line on questioning with someone who's been assaulted.

And a defence barrister won't?

I'm not a Specially Trained Officer.

I'm good old plain CID. I know how to put case together.

And I also know what will leave it with enough holes

for a Brief to tear through it. So I'll ignore your insinuations.

Just do as you were asked and observe.

THUNDER RUMBLES

FLIES BUZZ

-So, you offered him a drink?

-Wine.

-And you had one?

A glass.

Did you ever leave your glass unattended?

Did he drug me, you mean?

No. Never left the room.

So, what happened while you were drinking the wine?

-We chatted.

-About what?

Lots of things. He liked music. He was intelligent.

-Charming?

-Yes.

And did anything else happen while you were chatting?

-We kissed.

-Who made the first move?

Can't remember.

-Too drunk?

-I wasn't drunk.

It was... It just happened.

-A passionate kiss?

-Yes.

And then what happened?

He started kissing my neck.

Biting.

Did it turn you on?

He was biting too hard, I...

You what?

It was too much.

I just felt...

I was tired. It wasn't right.

So, suddenly, it wasn't right?

Yes. It wasn't right.

-And you told him that?

-Hollins.

I told him I felt tired.

-But he was expecting sex?

-He may have...

So, nothing you had said or done up to this point would have discouraged him?

-No, but...

-But you wanted him to stop?

-Yes.

-But by then, it was too late for him?

He threw me onto the floor.

He pulled my dress up,

tore my tights and my knickers. And then, he...

Did you say no?

-I think so.

-You think so?

I tried to shout.

I tried to scream.

He had his hand, his fist...

He had his fist pushed into my mouth.

And he was aware you were a man?

You HAD told him?

Why didn't you tell him?

-I like to...

-You like to what?

I like to pass.

So, you lead him on, thinking you were a woman?

I normally tell.

But you didn't this time?

-Inspector.

-So, you got yourself in sexual circumstances,

where he believed that you were a woman?

-Would it matter if I was a woman?

-Well...

-He did it, anyway!

It didn't matter if I was a man. It didn't matter if I was a woman.

He was bigger than me,

he was stronger than me

and he raped me.

I see reception seems to be missing Lauren's cool hand.

Not sure if her presence will be missed.

-I thought you boys were pleased to have a hottie on the desk.

-There's more to things than looks.

Pregnancy must also be making me deaf.

OK, let's just say that in the last few days,

she's shown a different side to herself.

I've got nothing against good looks,

but when a girl uses them out of pure manipulation...

All right, Kevin.

-Tea?

-No. I'm fine, thanks.

So, are you questioning DI Kilburne's methods?

I think I'm questioning his line of questioning.

Not sure what you're saying.

I don't think he's being impartial.

How does partiality come into this?

He's being prejudiced because the complainant is male.

-A gay male?

-Mmm-hmm.

So, you're accusing DI Kilburne of homophobia?

Because the complainant is a gay male,

I think that is more of a factor than it should be.

-You don't think allowance should be made for that?

-It's still rape.

No, it's an accusation of rape.

What if it was a woman?

And she was accusing a dating partner? Or a relative?

Or maybe her husband?

Every case has its own particular circumstances.

-As an experienced offer, you should know that.

-I do.

You know that most rapes go unreported.

-Male rapes in particular.

-But this one has been.

So, are you saying that DI Kilburne has failed to establish

-the particular circumstances surrounding the allegation?

-No.

I know you two don't see eye to eye.

But DI Kilburne is an experienced officer,

with a high rate of conviction. Maybe you should bear that in mind.

Especially before making accusations.

-Have we had any word from Lauren?

-No, not yet.

Maybe she is too embarrassed.

Maybe she just realises that she can't show her face.

Maybe it's time we all moved on.

Move on?

Lauren's contract was almost up, so for the sake of the practice, can we look to the future?

I would find it easier to look to the future with an apology.

-Yeah, me, too.

-We don't always get what we want.

If Lauren has decided not to come in, that's her decision.

So, can we please just get on with things. OK?

Thank you.

No way I'm forgetting about it.

She's probably lying around at home, just laughing at us.

But it means she is no longer here.

We are the incumbents

and we shall dispense our duties with aplomb and professionalism.

-What the hell do you think you're doing?

-What?

-Telling Driver I'm prejudiced.

-That's how it looked to me.

Maybe you don't know what you're looking at.

Maybe that's why you were passed over for CID.

-Still get seconded.

-Yes, as a token plod.

At least this token plod knows how to treat a victim with sensitivity.

What are you suggesting?

You've been having a go at Nicky right from the start.

-The remarks. The inappropriate questioning.

-Inappropriate?

Yeah, you wouldn't dare suggest to a female complainant

that she'd led somebody on.

Yes, but Nicky hadn't told him she was a man.

-She said that she normally does.

-Not this time.

-It's still rape.

Yes. According to her.

-Oh, it's "her", now, is it?

-What?

So far, you've been referring to her as "him".

-Don't.

-You have a problem with this?

-I don't have a problem.

-You have a problem with somebody reporting male rape as a crime?

-When did I say that?

-You implied it.

-How?

By completely discounting Nicky's account.

-No, I didn't.

-And suggesting that it's her fault.

-I'm trying to be objective.

-That's not how it looks, Ian.

I have to take a stance.

-Yeah, but your position is, you know what happened.

-It's not about knowing.

-In the room, were you?

-No.

-How can you know?

-I don't know.

-How do you know what was said?

-I... I...

-How do you know that Nicky's lying?

-How do you know that Nicky's lying when she says that he...

-Because it happened to me!

Because it happened to me.

I was out running.

Normally, go down by the toll path, but it was a nice evening,

early in the summer.

'I went down the road round the park

'and I saw the car and then, there were two of them.

'They grabbed me and pulled me to the ground.'

I couldn't do anything.

Course not. Not if there was two of them.

I've seen loads of times in uniform,

you know, drunks and demos and picket lines.

Look how many times that we restrain blokes,

big blokes, nasty...

But I couldn't do anything.

When they had finished...

..they drove off.

I don't know how long I lay there for.

Nothing.

I was nothing.

I made it home, I went straight to the shower.

Me, who knows everything about procedure

and evidence and forensics.

I just wanted to scrub it away.

I wanted to scrub me away.

Have you told anybody else?

Your wife?

Have you had a test, Ian?

I think you should.

I know.

-And I think you should report it.

-Oh, what good would that do?

This is a serious crime.

How many female rapes do we solve?

As many as we can.

I'll be the laughing stock of the station.

No, no.

-No. There's nobody here that would take that lightly.

-Except me?

When I heard it was a rape, I was so angry.

It was so easy for him to come in here and...

I don't think that Nicky's found any of this easy.

Do you think I should tell?

-Yeah, report it.

-Do you think I should tell Nicky?

That's up to you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

FLIES BUZZ

You expect my sympathy?

-No, I, er...

-Do you know how long I was lying there?

Could have been hours.

Could have been days.

But I got up.

I wanted to shower.

Burn my clothes.

Strip my skin off.

It took everything I had to leave the house...

..come here...

..step inside this building...

..and you treat me as if it's my fault.

I felt it was mine.

It wasn't.

It just happened to be you.

It just happened to be me.

But I refuse to be anybody's victim.

Anybody's.

-KNOCKING ON DOOR

-Come in.

# Serve God, love me and mend

# This is not the end

# Live unbruised, we are friends

# And I'm sorry

# I'm sorry

# Sigh no more, no more

# One foot in sea and one on shore

# My heart was never pure

# You know me

# You know me

# But man is a giddy thing

# Oh, man is a giddy thing

# Oh, man is a giddy thing

# Oh, man is a giddy thing. #

You just worry about the pills.

Oh, and erm...

You've got till six o'clock,

or you're dead.

# A little tom-tit

# Sang... #

Willow, titwillow, titwillow.

No, sing. Sing.

I couldn't come to you - you wouldn't believe me.

You never even tried.

Lauren said that you wouldn't!

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