No Going Back - Part One Doctors

# Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

# It's not warm when she's away

# Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... #

It's got to stop, Bea.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, pick up, you fathead!

"Hi. It's Jack. Leave a message after the tone."

BLEEP!

Hi, Jack, it's Immie.

Um, could you give me a call when you get this?

I just need a tiny little favour. It's nothing much, I promise.

Speak to you soon. 'Bye!

-Do you know what day it is?

-Of course I do.

I'm going to the police.

They've done nothing for months! They can't just leave us like this!

I want action! A team put on it!

Is that wise, love? Is there any point?

Oh, yes! What do you care?

How can you feel what I'm feeling? You've never had children!

-Bea.

-What's Donna to you? Nothing!

Well, she's my daughter, not yours!

-Graham, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

-I just...

SHE SOBS

We'll go to the police. 'Course we will.

Hm? If that's what you want.

If you could look at Mrs Bancroft, please?

They won't do anything! He won't do anything!

-She has a heart condition.

-Yeah, I know. I'm her GP.

I think it's palpitations again.

Mrs Bancroft, can you just calm down for me? Try and breathe slowly.

They don't care! Donna could be tied up,

tortured in some cellar!

If he could see what's in my head when I wake up in the night...!

-There were signs that she left of her own accord.

-Because she took her rucksack?!

She was staying with her friend!

I'm just another hysterical mother to you, aren't I?

What have I got to do to make somebody listen?!

-I'm sorry, Mrs Bancroft, I really am.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

Excuse me.

-It's a year to the day since she disappeared.

-A whole year!

Mrs Bancroft, I need you to try and calm down for me.

So relax, breathe slowly.

Will you help me? Dr Clay, will you talk to them?

You know what we've been through.

-I'll see what I can do.

-Thank you!

But, Bea, love, dragging this all up again, it -

What's the matter with you, Graham?

You know I think about her every day, every minute.

Do you really think I can let this drop, ever?!

Dr Clay's going to make sure something gets done, even if he has to go over your head.

-I didn't say -

-Is that right, Dr Clay?

She's desperate.

She's over 18. She packed a bag. She's got a boyfriend.

In my time, I've seen loads of missing persons who didn't want to be found.

They wanted to be left alone to make their own way in the world.

Is this what you were like when I went missing? Jimmi's a big boy now.

He's off on some big adventure. He can look after himself?

Maybe you've been in the job too long.

I'm sorry.

I suppose until today, I've let myself hope.

-But now...

-Yeah, I know. I know.

This is going to sound terrible, but...

..if she'd got ill and we'd looked after her and she'd died...

If she'd died, there'd be a grave we could go and visit,

a proper way to think about her. But this is never going to end.

Bea, it has to.

Losing Donna, we've got to put that away in a drawer.

Not forget it, but...set it aside.

For the sake of your health. For us!

Will you try, love? Hm?

Maybe we could start by packing away a few of her things, yeah?

OK.

OK.

You're doing the right thing, love.

-You all right?

-All right, Barry?

Beef and piccalilli?

Vegan, eh? They test that hair dye on animals, you know.

-Have you seen our Jack?

-I have indeed.

-He's got a lot on his plate at the moment.

-Like what, exactly?

No, no, I'm not at liberty to say.

-Say what?

-Privileged information.

Student confidentiality is a very important part of my work.

But, were we talking canine,

let's say, he's currently occupied with a sparky golden retriever

and a glossy chocolate lab.

-You what?

-I shouldn't have said that. It's potentially racist.

What? He, he's doing something with dogs?

That's plain offensive. I thought they taught you PC at school now.

-When did you learn to drive, Barry?

-I was 14.

-It was in me mate, Mark Hammersham's tank.

-Tank?

Well, it was his dad's. Army surplus. Got it for a bargain.

We used to drive it to Canley Show, part of the vintage car display.

Till they went all anti-war.

You learned to drive in a tank?

Mm-hm. Cars just aren't the same. No meat on 'em.

And you never have trouble parking a tank, I can tell you.

-You having lessons?

-I'm trying to.

-What about your dad?

-Fascist.

-Mum?

-Drama queen.

What - that's why you're after Jack the lad?

-Can't be worse.

-Why can't you get proper lessons?

Says the guy who learned to drive in a tank(!)

I can't afford proper lessons.

-Still paying off your debts from all that robbing?

-No! Shut up!

I can see you're in a quandary.

But a 20-year-old male teaching an 18-year-old female?

It's not only illegal, it's just plain mental.

You need to stop dyeing that hair, love, it's getting in your brain.

Who the hell are you?!

You go downstairs, call the police.

-What are you doing here, and what have you stolen?

-Nothing!

How'd you get in? Do you know Donna?

Argh!

What did she say? She knows Donna, doesn't she?

How am I supposed to get him to take me out in the car if I can't get hold of him?

Do you know where he is?

He's probably in the library. He's always in there when I ring him.

Poor lad. He's doing far too much studying lately!

Haven't you got something you should be doing?

-Can I give you a call later?

-Yeah.

See you.

-Hello, Gorgeous!

-Hello.

It was when she heard Donna's name, she got desperate, wasn't it?

Yeah, I suppose so.

I can't find any forced entry, so it's possible she had some keys.

And I can't see any disturbance, so maybe she knew what she wanted.

Donna must be short of cash, sent her in for the bank book?

Or maybe she's being kept prisoner and they forced the information out of her!

She was a rough-looking girl. Donna would never be friends with her!

You've got to do something!

The prints might help, but I wouldn't pin too much hope on that, Mrs Bancroft.

Er, look, I'm sorry about earlier.

That's all right.

I heard about the break-in.

Is Mrs Bancroft OK? Are you going to reopen the case?

We'll investigate the intruder, take it from there.

What is it? Is it because of what happened to you?

I've known the family for years. I've watched the mother go through hell.

I was on duty when they called her

to identify the body they thought was Donna's.

She deserves to be taken seriously, not brushed off as a neurotic.

But if we followed up on every fear

of every neurotic mother in Letherbridge,

we'd have every member of the force on missing persons full time.

The chances are she's just shacked up with some bloke.

And what if this was Immie?

Well, it's not Immie.

If I brought my family into every case, I wouldn't be able to do my job properly.

I'd be unprofessional.

Maybe you should take a step back from this.

DOG BARKS

MUSIC BLARES

-Well?

-They caught me.

-I had to leg it. I dropped the bank book.

-What? Cal!

You know how much I need that money! What am I meant to wear tonight now?

I'm supposed to be sophisticated, high class.

What's this?

You dropped the bank book, but you held onto this trash!

-Why did you leave?

-What are you on about?

You had everything there. I saw it.

Posh house. Nice mum and dad.

Loads of lovely things. Perfect bedroom all to yourself.

I never had anything like that. I never even knew my mum.

Did you say anything to them?

-Did you do anything to connect me with you?

-Course not.

-Cos if you did...

-I never. OK?

Donna, are you sure you still want to go through with this?

-What's it to you?

-Well, seeing where you're from, what you've got.

-There's no need.

-Don't ever talk to me about that place again. Understand?

Where is Mick, anyway? He said he'd be back an hour ago.

Yeah, she is gorgeous, mate.

Very discreet, classy. A beautiful brunette. That's what you wanted, isn't it?

Er, I think so.

Well, to be honest, I've never done anything like this before.

Really? OK, that's cool.

She'll give you a night to remember, I promise.

I wondered, er, could she,

could she possibly stay all night,

-right through to the morning?

-Got a bit of a marathon, eh?

-No. No.

-It'll cost extra, I'm afraid.

Of course. But it's not...

it's not just for the sex.

Just now, I, I really need the comfort.

You can have whatever you want. Dressing up, dressing down.

She'll read you a bedtime story, if you want.

It'll cost extra for the full night.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Yeah. 10:30 OK?

Perfect.

OK. She'll be there. Enjoy.

It's all sorted. The poor saddo's desperate.

He's paying a fortune.

What does he sound like?

Look, you'll be fine. You get some of this down you.

He's a teddy bear, I'm telling you.

Mick, this...won't change anything between us, will it?

This is nothing, babe.

It's like, um, pouring them a drink,

flipping a burger, waiting tables.

It's just a service.

It's the real thing when it's me and you.

It just depends what's going on in your head when you're doing it.

It's just bodies otherwise.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

You got a name from the Bancroft prints. Why didn't you tell me?

Why should I? It's not a matter for the police surgeon.

-Well, have you told the parents?

-Oh, give me a chance.

You know, Donna will be 19 now.

If we do track her down, Mrs Bancroft might not be very pleased with what she finds.

Are you sure you're doing the right thing?

No, but they're mother and child.

Whatever's happened, nothing can break the link.

Some women don't deserve the name mother.

-The kids are better without them.

-You think Bea Bancroft's like that?

Not exactly, but she is... Well, she's full-on!

-You're a parent, surely you can empathise.

-Empathise?

I'm not a counsellor, Jimmi.

I'm not a social worker.

And I've got enough experience raising teenage kids to know that things don't always go to plan.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

And please, thank Dr Clay.

I think some of this had to do with him.

They're tracing the girl's address. They said they'd let me know.

It's only a matter of time, Graham.

This girl knows where she is, I'm convinced!

Donna's going to be back home soon.

-How long have you been here?

-Dunno.

Oi! Didn't you get any of my messages?

Yeah, but you sounded really angry, so I decided to ignore you.

Well, I've got news for you, you ignorant scumbag.

You're my driving instructor now that Mum and Dad have blown it.

Thanks, but no, thanks.

You have to pay for lessons, like everyone else. I'm way too busy.

Um, well, you weren't at the library. I know because I checked.

-What else have you got going on in your dull little life?

-Oi!

Let's see. Where's your diary?

-Give it back. That's private!

-Waterproof, is it?

-I'll tell Mum!

-What are you, seven(?)

What's this? Yellow for Grace and brown for Sarah?

Grace is blonde, Sarah's brunette.

Stops me getting them mixed up when I'm fixing up dates.

You're a snake. An absolute snake!

Yeah, I am.

You don't have to do this, Donna.

I'm sick of having no money. Beats shelf stacking.

Don't forget to ask for the money upfront before you start.

I remember my first time.

The bloke was really horrible.

His breath stunk of garlic. I can't stand garlic now.

He had this really wet, slobbery mouth and a big fat belly.

I'd never seen anyone that fat with no clothes on before.

-And he grabbed my hair.

-I know what you're doing.

My client's not like that.

He's staying at a posh hotel.

Mick says he sounds cultured.

You'll feel different about yourself. Next time you look in the mirror.

There's no going back.

I'm not like you, Cal. You're completely messed up, anyway.

I know what I'm doing.

This is exactly what I want. I'm totally in control.

It's a strictly business arrangement. I've got the goods, he's got the money.

-There's no emotion in it.

-You'll see.

BABY WAILS Will you shut her up?

I can't stand it!

Ssh!

Come on, little Alice.

Come on, baby. Ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh!

What's this?! How dare you put anything from that place in with her?!

What do you care? What you're going to do doesn't make you much of a mother!

Don't say that! This is none of your business!

It's not to buy stuff for Alice. It's to please Mick.

It's to please myself.

I'm doing this because I want to.

I've known him longer than you.

He's really not worth it, you know.

-Are you looking for this?

-Give it!

-Driving lesson. Tomorrow. 3:00.

-I've told you, I'm busy.

And no way am I risking my life in a car with you.

Hm. Yellow for blondie, was it, and brown for brunette?

Yeah, cos it's all safe in here.

What?

Take me for my driving lesson, or you know what will happen.

-As if!

-Jack's taking me out in the car tomorrow.

Oh! It makes me really proud

to know I've brought up two children who are always happy to help out.

Night-night, little baby.

Sleep tight.

Do you know what I've done, Gina? What I'm about to do?

I don't know, Bob. You tell me.

Changed your socks? Cleaned the fish tank?

I'm in a hotel room in Birmingham.

I've bought a prostitute. I'm waiting for her!

SHE LAUGHS

What is it? What's so funny?

You won't know what to do with her! You'll be scared to touch her!

Is that what you're hoping?

Don't be ridiculous. As if I care what you do!

She's young, you know, Gina. Much younger than you.

And she's beautiful. Classy!

So what? Is this supposed to hurt me in some way?

Make me give up Andrew on the spot?

It just makes me realise what a sad little man you are.

At least I don't have to pay for it.

You know, I feel sorry for the poor girl,

whoever she is, trying to summon up

some artificial passion

for a dull, desperate loser like you.

I know what that's like.

I've been doing it for years.

Goodbye, Bob.

Wait! Gina, please!

I still love you! It's not too late.

I'll tell her to leave as soon as she gets here!

You make the most of her, Bob, love.

She's the only type of woman you're ever going to get.

Hi, there.

(Come in.)

Come in.

It's, er, Angelica, isn't it?

What? Oh. Yes.

Here, let me take your coat.

Would you, er, like a drink? I've opened some wine.

Yes. Yes, please.

-Here you are.

-Thanks.

Could I have the money before we start, please?

Oh. Yes. Yes, of course.

I'm sorry. Er, I've never done this before.

Don't worry about anything.

It'll be fine.

You must excuse me if I'm,...if I'm nervous.

It's OK.

You must have done this hundreds of times.

Yes.

Of course.

Good. I'm glad.

Is there anything wrong?

No.

No, nothing's wrong.

You need to lay off the chips. You're putting on a bit of flab.

-How come you only say that after?

-BABY WAILS

Oh, not again! I've had enough of this!

Every time I come around!

Leave her, Mick! She's missing her mum!

-Shut your crying up! Shut it!

-BABY WAILS

You're making her worse! She's your kid, too!

Just sort it, will you?

If she's not a looker like her mother, she's out of here!

(Ssh! Ssh! It's OK.)

(Cal's here now to look after you. Everything's going to be all right.)

Cal, come back to bed.

(Tomorrow, I'm going to take you somewhere safe.)

-(I'm going to get you away from all this. I promise.)

-Cal!

Coming! (Everything's going to be perfect.)

# You thought shyness was to blame

# And you'd get to live your life again

# When you get to wish everyone good night

# As the crowd booed out your name

# At least they spelt it right so you don't complain...

Is everything OK?

Everything's just fine.

But...

could you...please...

could you just hold me?

Just while I drift off to sleep?

Sure.

# And maybe you're right

# But I thought I was the only one who can say

# Good night

Thank you.

Thank you...for everything.

# ..That they don't explain

# Well, that's too bad

# But I still can't say good night

# And I just can't stay tonight

# I woke up saying good night. #

You are going nowhere!

-How dare you come here!

-I needed to see you, Elaine.

-Why?

-You know why!

You stupid cow! You don't know what you've done!

They passed each other in the street, didn't have a clue.

-What are you doing? You can't leave her there!

-Let me out! Open the door!

She's dead, isn't she? That's what you think.

That's what you're not telling me.

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