Dead or Alive Doctors

-Didn't have you down as a comic buff.

-Mmm.

I'm getting it signed for my nephew. I'm seeing the artist later, he's a patient.

Don't tell me he's been attacked by zombies.

No, he's injured his back.

So how did the hot date go with the lovely Marina?

A gentleman never divulges details of a romantic rendezvous.

-Definitely got his leg over!

-Yep.

Losing track of time.

Day 14, I think.

Still a prisoner in my own home.

Feels like the walls are closing in.

Not sure how much more I can take.

It's stifling.

Mustn't eat till tomorrow.

Decided to ration my food to every other day. Make it last longer.

Not much left, though.

They're still out there.

This morning, I heard them in the garden,

searching for ways to get in.

Got to get away from here. Can't leave the house.

-HE SIGHS

-So tired. I daren't sleep that's what they're waiting for.

No idea how long I've been awake.

BANGING

I'm sick of being scared all the time.

But it's the only way to be. The only way to stay strong.

Mustn't let them get me.

Stay strong.

HE GASPS

Yeah, absolutely.

So, crushed velvet curtains with a woven silk lining. Sounds great.

No, no... er, it's just that I have to make a start.

Go on, then, quickly.

So you want pink tiles in the bathroom and pink flooring.

-Well, don't you think it might be a little too...

-Pink!!

Mr Peters? Mr Peters, it's Dr Cassidy here.

Mr Peters?

-Quickly!

-Mr Peters.

Close the door!

Er, what's wrong?

I thought you couldn't walk. Your back...

I lied. In here!

-Mr Peters?

-Get away from the window!

-Sorry...

-Would you please tell me what's going on?

Why are you skulking around in the dark?

Why did you lie about your back?

I had to.

I need someone to get my heart medication, someone I trust.

I've nearly run out.

But I gave you a repeat prescription last time I saw you.

I can't leave the house.

(They're watching.)

I can't let them see me, not for a second.

That's why I've got the decoys... to confuse them.

Mr Peters, who exactly are we talking about?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

-Are you all right?

-It's nothing, just lack of sleep.

You're having problems sleeping?

No.

No.

I CHOOSE not to sleep.

The moment I close my eyes,

that's when they'll make their move.

(Kill me.)

-Kill you?

-They tracked me down a couple of weeks ago.

Chased me home.

I haven't been out since.

Most people have only ever seen them in movies,

or read about them in books.

But they're here.

Out there.

Oh, you're up!

-Yeah.

-Erm, I thought you might like some breakfast?

Would love some, but I need to get going. Things to do, people to see.

-Right.

-Thought you had work today?

That's not till later.

Anyway, it was really good seeing you. We should do it again, soon.

Yeah, try and beat our record.

Right, gotta go.

-Right.

-Sorry about breakfast.

No worries.

-See you later.

-Bye.

-SCRAPING

-It's here somewhere.

Mr Peters, it's clear you're mentally and physically fatigued.

-I'm fine.

-I think you should consider going to hospital.

-No.

You need to be checked out!

I can't go outside. I can't!

It's not an option.

-Mr Peters!

-Got it!

There's a chemist on the corner. It's only two minutes away.

I've only enough pills left for today.

What happens next month, when you need some more?

It's up to you. I can't make you go, but I won't change my mind.

And if I drop down dead tomorrow, then you'll know the reason why.

-Now, that's not fair.

-If there was any other way, I wouldn't ask.

Please!

All right.

But when I get back, we need to talk about your options.

Whatever you say.

Let yourself back in.

I don't like opening the door in case they see me.

And be careful.

Good morning, Dr Carter.

Morning. Erm, I've left my paper somewhere.

-It's there on the chair.

-Oh, OK.

SHE COUGHS

SHE LAUGHS

David?

David?

DAVID!

So long since I've said it out loud.

It's hard to remember who I really am.

David,

Miles,

or even Troy.

-DICTAPHONE:

-It's hard to remember who I really am.

-DOOR SLAMS

No! They're here!

Yep, Hello? Speaking.

That'll be Cherry wanting a pink toilet seat.

Oh, you're not serious?

But you can't do that. We had an agreement.

No, I don't want to lose the sale, but you're just taking advantage of the situation.

Well, I don't know. I'll have to think about it.

I'll call you back when I've had chance to speak to my fiancee.

-What?

-The house buyer's threatening to pull out unless we drop the price by 30,000.

-No!

-Exactly.

-Does he think you're some kind of idiot?

I'm not doing that.

I thought you had to get rid of this one to buy your new one?

We do, but I won't drop it by that much. Not a chance!

Do you think Cherry will agree to that?

She's already stressed about the wedding and the move.

I've always thought it it's a daft idea,

getting married and buying a house at the same time!

Thanks, Karen, that's really helpful(!)

No, I was just, just saying.

Mr Peters?

I'm upstairs.

They were at the front door, trying to get in.

Mr Peters. They're just MEN,

not zombies.

Zombies? You didn't think...?

The zombies that I draw, they're just a metaphor.

Metaphor for, for what?

American assassins.

Assassins?! Why do they want to kill you ?

-Can I trust you?

-Of course you can.

-I'm your doctor, whatever you say is confidential.

-Yeah?

Mr Peters. Miles.

I'm here to help you.

"David Wickham".

Who's he?

I don't suppose it matters now, anyway.

My cover's already blown.

Cover? What cover?

About ten years ago, I used to work for the U.S. security services.

After I left, I leaked some secret documents to the press.

Since then, several attempts on my life have been made.

So what brought you to the UK?

An English friend of mine helped me to leave the country,

set up a new identity.

David Wickham

is my real name.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

Ah, I knew you couldn't stay away for long.

Erm, actually, I wanted to have a word with you about earlier.

-Yes?

-In future,

do you think you could show a little more restraint?

Restraint?

When expressing your, erm...

My what?

Your lustful desires.

Oh.

You see, as a partner I have to set a moral example.

Of course.

It's going to be terribly difficult for me

being in such close proximity to you.

-I understand that.

-It's almost unbearable!

You just have to be strong.

No more wandering hands... KNOCK AT DOOR

Yes, erm, anyway, that's very good.

We can continue this at lunch.

Yes. You didn't exactly show much restraint yourself last night,

did you, tiger?!

Are you sure your new identity's been blown?

Yeah.

My last comic sold really well. Better than I ever expected.

They're bound to see a photo of me somewhere.

You didn't actually see anyone chase you home?

I heard their footsteps behind me.

I could sense them closing in.

So you could have imagined it?

No!

Those men across the street... I'd recognise their type anywhere.

They've been sent by the US government.

Oh look, the knowledge inside my head...

it could still bring people down.

Senior politicians, businessmen. They all want me dead.

-You don't believe me, do you?

-I'm just concerned for your health.

Think about it. I mean, for years you've been looking

-over your shoulder, pretending to be someone else.

-But I'm not mad!

I never said you were.

But something like that could affect your wellbeing.

Feelings of paranoia, agoraphobia.

I'm grateful for your help, but I think you should go now.

Miles!

I don't want to put you in danger any longer. I've said too much already.

I don't think you're well enough to be left on your own. I know you don't want to go to hospital...

Oh, for the last time, I'm not going!

So please, will you just go!

-Now.

-OK, OK.

It's so just nice to meet someone who's cultured, fun...

-Well, it sounds like you two are really getting on.

-Absolutely.

You know, Heston's such a gentleman.

Well, most of the time.

Meaning?

He's got the stamina of a man in his twenties.

He's absolutely rampant!

Whoa! Whoa...too much information.

No, it's not. Go on.

-Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?

-Oh, yeah. Yeah.

-Right, OK. Catch you later.

-Yeah.

For another erotic instalment!

-Heston, though...

-I know!

-Who'd have thought it?

What?

Get away!

Mr Peters...Mr Peters?

It's Dr Cassidy.

Get inside!

Wh...what are you doing with that?

He reached into his pocket.

-I thought he was going to...

-Miles, please.

Put the knife down. They've gone.

The knife.

Listen to me, you're not thinking straight.

They're not who you think they are.

They'll stop at nothing.

-You, you don't know what they're capable of.

-Miles!

She...

She didn't know anything.

Nothing at all.

My wife.

They wanted to give me this.

They had a caseload of them. They belong to a religious group.

But...but, they looked like assassins.

I was so sure.

-Ooh, two sugars, please!

-Hey, what you doing here?

Well, I had some time before my next call,

so I thought I'd come and say hello to my gorgeous fiance.

Ah, good, cos, erm, I wanted to have a chat with you about the house.

Oh, snap! I was thinking for the dining room

we should go for something modern but classic.

-Cherry.

-Something like that.

First I thought oak, but it's a little bit too dark.

Pine's a little bit too light. I thought maybe maple.

Cherry, listen.

Sorry.

Am I getting carried away?

Have you had any ideas?

Erm, yes...

-but none of them are as good as yours.

-Awww.

Well, wait till you see my colour scheme for the bedroom.

Don't worry, I'm going to get you some help.

What do you mean?

Miles, you're not only a risk to yourself but to others as well.

So, er...so what exactly are you saying?

I'm really sorry, but if you won't go to hospital willingly,

I'm going to have to request a psychiatric assessment.

You may have to be sectioned.

Please...

-don't, don't do that.

-You don't leave me any choice.

Surely you must see, you can't go on like this?

I just want it to stop.

It will.

It will. It's going to be all right.

Will it help if I take you?

OK.

You're doing the right thing.

You go to the car first and open the door, so I can quickly get in.

OK.

There's nothing to worry about. Trust me.

Miles, what's happened?

Miles?

-Ah, I've been looking for you.

-Remember what I said.

-But I've got something for you.

-Not now. Not here.

Rachmaninoff. Just been to collect them.

This has been sold out for weeks. How on Earth...?

Well, I just pulled a few strings.

-You know I'm a woman of many talents.

-You certainly are!

-Look.

What was it you said about restraint?

I can't remember...

His pulse is very weak.

I don't know.

Right.

Miles, Miles... what exactly happened?

Did they fire something? A bullet?

Poison.

Poison?

-From a dart.

-What?

I have to know what to do.

I need to help you.

It's fatal.

-It's all my fault.

-No.

-I should have listened.

-You're not to blame.

-Yes, I am.

I persuaded you to leave the house.

No. They'd have got me...

Matter of time.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

What for?

I...I was scared...

of dying alone.

Thank you.

Stay with me, Miles.

No! The ambulance is here.

No!

-Hiya!

-Hiya.

How was your night with what's-his-name?

What, Bobbie?

Yeah, it was fine.

-Fine?

-We got wrecked, we had great sex. Job done!

That's it?

It was just what the doctor ordered.

And in my case, needed.

So, no chance of a proper relationship?

Depends what you mean by proper relationship.

I don't really go in for the fluffy, fairy tale nonsense.

Bit 1950s for me.

Well, whatever floats your boat, I suppose.

How could you know it was true?

You did what you thought was right.

Most doctors would have done exactly the same.

You mustn't blame yourself.

That's what Miles said.

I still can't quite believe it.

To murder someone like that in broad daylight.

Not something that happens every day.

It's the US security services.

There'll probably be some sort of cover up.

It'll be like he never existed.

Do you think that's true?

-Elaine, you should go home and rest.

-Yeah.

I couldn't do it to her.

It's her dream home.

And you're going to drop the price by 30,000?

Yeah.

I'd have told him to shove it where the sun don't shine.

Yeah, well, I don't have much choice, do I? Hello.

Yeah, this is Dr Clay again.

Erm, I'm just calling to say I've decided to, er, drop the...

Seriously? Oh, it...

then I'm not budging.

You can pay the full asking price

or you can go to hell!

Well, that's fine by me, mate.

-He wanted me to drop it by 50,000 this time.

-No!

-Good for you for standing firm.

-Yeah, but with no buyer...

You lose your dream house.

-Cherry's going to be devastated.

-Don't you think I already know that?!

Just because I'm pregnant, there's no need to patronise me.

-Are you okay?

-What does it look like?

Do you want me to call you an ambulance?

You'll be able to share your toys with them,

cos you're such a clever girl.

You know, this world would be a whole lot better

if there were more people like you in it.

-If ever you want to talk...

-Don't hold your breath!

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