No Going Back - Part Two Doctors

What's the matter with you?

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

You really think I can let this drop, ever?

How did you get in?

Do you know Donna?

-Do you still want to go through with this?

-What's it to you?

Seeing where you're from, there's no need.

Don't ever talk to me about that place again, understand?

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

What if this was Immie?

It's not. If I brought my family into every case,

I'd be unprofessional. Maybe you should take a step back from this.

Could she stay all night? Right through to the morning?

-Got a bit of a marathon, eh?

-No.

Hi there.

Come in, come in.

It's only a matter of time, Graham.

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

Tomorrow I'll take you somewhere safe.

I'm going to get you away from all this.

Thank you for everything.

I've got to go now, OK?

Hey, I've got to get back, so...

Hey! Wake up!

Wake...

He's dead!

'What time is it?'

The man. I can't wake him! He's dead, unconscious... I don't know. I don't know what to do!

'Get out of there right now! D'you hear me?'

-I can't - what if he's still alive?

-'Forget about him. He doesn't matter. Just get out!'

Can I ring for a doctor, tell the hotel?

'Are you stupid or something?!'

Good morning.

Graham!

He's been dead for at least three hours.

There's evidence of sexual activity.

Yeah, I heard the note mentioned a prostitute.

-It looks like suicide.

-Maybe couldn't live with himself afterwards.

We need to find the girl.

What if I could have saved him?

It was his choice. He wanted to top himself.

Maybe you gave him a good last night.

-Is Alice awake? I haven't heard her since I got in.

-She's fine.

-I want to hold her.

-No!

What's wrong?

I've taken her somewhere safe.

-What?

-Last night, Mick was mouthing off. She shouldn't have to hear it.

-What have you done with her?

-She's fine. I left her at your mum and dad's.

-What?!

-Your mum found her. I know she's all right.

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

How am I going to get her back?

-Well, she's better off where she is.

-Mick!

Oh, Jimmi, I thought you'd like to know...

-the hotel girl we're looking for, it could have been Donna Bancroft.

-What? The prostitute?

The chambermaid gave a description and we've got her on CCTV.

-The quality's poor, but...

-Have you told the Bancrofts?

-Not yet. We want to wait till we're certain. Under the circumstances.

-Yes, sure.

-Are you sure you didn't leave anything behind?

-Yes! I told you. I'm sure!

It's quite a night you gave your first customer, eh?

Oh, please, Mick!

He must have thought he'd been a really bad boy.

Leave her alone.

Shut up!

I might be moving back to London.

An opportunity's come up.

It might be an idea to leave your folks to look after the kid.

Leave you free.

I don't want to be free. I want my baby back.

How could you do this?

She must have been pregnant when she left but she never even...

-She must have had a boyfriend.

-Without telling me? What if...?

-Bea.

She went through all this without me. She must be alive though?

She's fallen on hard times, that's all,

and she needs us to look after this little one.

We still don't know it's hers, Bea.

But the note says so.

It's not her writing.

What if she belongs to that girl who broke in

and she's just looking to offload her on us?

Look at her, Graham... Look.

-She's Donna's.

-I'm sorry but we have to take her to the police.

-We can't just keep her.

-But she's my flesh and blood.

We've got to do things properly.

Please, Graham, don't make me.

Maybe we could take her to The Mill.

Then Doctor Clay can look her over. He'll know what to do.

OK. But let me have a little bit longer with her.

Eh? Oooh. Who's a lovely...?

-Sorry I'm late, I had a call-out.

-What was it?

Looks like a suicide. Took a pile of pills.

She's fine. She's in good health.

I agree with Graham though,

cos, er, the identity isn't absolutely certain.

-I think the police should be involved.

-I told you, Bea.

But I've already lost a daughter. Do I have to lose a granddaughter, too?

Look, I'm sorry, but you need to follow the correct procedure.

You can't go hiding the baby at home.

What's the matter? Has something happened?

Just talk to the police.

-What's happened? What is it?

-Maybe he can't say, love.

-You're just like them. You want to keep me in the dark.

-Talk to Sergeant Hollins.

Let's go, Graham. Whatever it is, I'll be the last to know.

After all, I'm only her mother.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-What?!

-It's OK. I told the receptionist I was a friend.

She said you had a cancellation.

How dare you come here. How dare you.

This is my work.

-I needed to see you, Elaine.

-Why?

-You know why.

My colleagues are outside. This is my private business.

I won't talk about this here. I want you to leave, now.

-Has Doctor Clay been talking to you?

-He hasn't told us anything.

-He didn't need to.

-I could tell he was keeping something from us.

-There HAS been a development.

-I knew it.

-But that doesn't mean it's got anything to do with your daughter.

And, in the meantime...

-Mrs Nichols will have to take the baby into care.

-But she's Donna's.

It's just for the time being, while they straighten things out.

Careful.

Thanks.

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

That's what you're not telling me. That's why the baby was left with us.

-You're jumping to conclusions.

-Have you got children?

-That's got nothing to do with it.

-We're meant to protect them. I tried. I tried my very best

-and I failed her.

-As parents, we can't do everything.

We can't be there every minute.

Maybe...a year ago... if you'd listened to me.

I promise you, Mrs Bancroft, we did all we could.

Come on, love, let's go home. Thanks.

-Is Doctor Clay in?

-I haven't seen him yet.

Well, if you do see him, tell him I'm looking for him.

You're twisting my words. I never said I was dependent.

-That makes me sound like a junkie.

-If patients are put at risk,

-if someone was harmed because your judgment was impaired...

-There is no risk.

It's under control.

-I'd never put people in my care at risk. That would be...

-What?

Selfish? Absolutely unforgivable?

Look, Elaine, I'm not here to criticise you.

I just want to help you...

before...something happens that you'll regret.

Please let me help you?

I've been so worried.

I don't understand what's happening.

I tried to blank it all out.

Here.

That's the lot, I promise.

You don't keep any at home?

No.

-You've done the right thing, Elaine.

-Yeah.

I'm glad...and relieved.

Now, let's talk about what happens next.

PHONE RINGS

It's lunch time!

Mill Health Centre.

-'I need to speak to Doctor Clay.'

-Can I have a name, please?

Donna Bancroft.

One second. Donna Bancroft. Sounds desperate.

Hello, Donna?

Do you remember me? I broke my leg when I was younger...

Yeah, I remember. How are you?

I'm still on your books, right?

I've still got patient confidentiality?

What can I do for you?

They've taken my daughter. I need to get her back.

I need your help. I've got no-one else.

Yeah it's OK, Donna. OK, calm down.

Er, can we meet up?

Can you come to The Mill in half an hour?

I'll come round the back.

No problem.

-I can trust you, right?

-Yeah, of course you can.

Was that who I think it was?

She wants her baby back.

It is hers, then? She could be the last person

to have seen Bob Peterman alive. I need to speak to her.

-I'd like to be present at the meeting.

-Can't I talk to her first?

She trusts me. She's really distressed.

-We've got a body. I need to question her.

-Is that the bloke from this morning?

I thought he committed suicide.

Look, maybe I can persuade her to come in of her own accord.

-She's desperate to see the baby.

-And I've got a death to clear up.

Eh, Rob! Stop being so heartless.

Let Jimmi talk to her. She's probably frantic.

Will you put the kettle on?

OK.

Will you take a seat?

You're going to help me?

Donna, it's OK, I know what happened.

How? Is my mother here? Have you told her I...?

-Of course I haven't. But can't you talk to her or let her see you? She misses you.

-You weren't there.

-You don't know what she was like.

-I know she cares about you.

-I couldn't move.

She wouldn't let me have a boyfriend or let me go out.

Every time I did something, she'd clutch her chest, say I was bringing on an attack.

The thought of her cooing over Alice, smothering her...

You've got to help me.

Your parents brought Alice in to the police station. She's with social services.

At least she's not with them.

And the police want to talk to you. About a suspicious death.

What? You mean the guy in the hotel?

You... You said I could trust you!

No, he just needs to eliminate you from...

-Couldn't you have stopped her?

-I thought you were going to give me five minutes?

Yeah, well, a call came in. I need to be back at the station.

Oh, well, I'm going to tell the Bancrofts their daughter's alive and well.

Why can't I come to London with you?

-Who's going to pay to have you? Look at the state of you.

-You weren't saying that last night.

It didn't mean anything, Donna. It's just what's in your head, remember?

-How long has this been going on?

-Ah, listen to you. Bet you sound like your mother.

-The man is dead!

-I'm going to the police to tell them I had nothing to do with it.

-Don't be stupid.

-You'll ruin everything.

-I want to get Alice back.

-You are going nowhere, love!

Get out! Move it!

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

-No. Let me out! Open the door!

Give me your key. Now!

He's taken the key. I'm going to get help.

-Where?

-Your mum and dad.

-No, Cal, please. You can't.

-They'll know what to do.

-They've put Alice in care!

What?

I don't believe you, Donna. You're lying.

-I don't believe you!

-Cal! Cal!

There we go. How was that? Not bad, eh?

Jack! You weren't even watching.

I'm just texting Sarah.

You know they actually passed each other in the street the other day? Didn't have a clue.

I use these to wipe off all traces of perfume

so they don't smell each other on me.

Birdjuggler.com recommends that you buy both girls the same perfume,

I just haven't got the cash.

You what?! There are actually websites for slimeballs like you?

Yeah. Good, practical advice.

Ooh, that is disgusting.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

CAR STUTTERS OFF

She, er, she looked well. A bit thin, maybe.

-DOORBELL RINGS

-Thank you, Doctor Clay. Thank you so much.

-Is it true?

-This is the girl who...

-Did you put her in care?

-It was you. You left the baby.

-I thought you'd look after her. I thought you'd love her.

-Really love her. Give her a better life.

-Do you know where Donna is?

-That's what they did to me.

I never had any of this.

Never had anyone love me. Nobody ever has, you know.

-Ever.

-I wanted to keep her, more than anything. They MADE me take her in.

-You've got to get her back.

-I'm Donna's GP. If you could take us to her...

-No way.

I trusted you.

Donna will never forgive me for this.

-Donna wouldn't want Alice in care. You could help us find her.

-No.

Graham, do something.

I can't. Bea... You and Donna...

You're no good for each other. No good's going to come of you being together again.

-Graham!

-Bea, take it easy.

-Was it you who made Donna leave, then? Like you made her give Alice away?

-What?

MOBILE RINGS You don't know the half of it.

-Rob?

-'Can you do us a favour?'

We traced those prints and found Donna Bancroft locked in the flat.

-She hurt her hand trying to get out. It needs looking at.

-Right, I'll be right in.

-What is it?

-They've found Donna.

-If you'll just sign here, please.

-Do you... Do you know how he died?

-We'll have to wait for the postmortem for that, I'm afraid.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

Excuse me.

All right. OK. Thanks.

Donna, I'm sorry about this but the information was passed on without my knowledge.

Your mother knows where you are and she's on her way.

-I've got to get out.

-Wait.

-I've got to!

-Wait.

If you really don't want to see her, talk to her face to face.

Make it easier for everyone.

I can't.

-How did it go? Did you speak to her?

-Get away from me. I haven't seen her and I'm not going to.

-It'll be different when you see her.

-Keep out. You've done enough damage.

-You're not going, Donna. You've got to see her.

-Let me go!

-You've got a mother who loves you. I'm not going to let you throw that away.

-Leave me alone!

Mrs Bancroft, where are ya? Quick!

-Mrs Bancroft! Where are you? Quick! Donna's here.

-OK, OK, what's going on?

Cal, please!

Donna.

-Let's find an interview room.

-I'm going nowhere!

Think about Alice.

You should get her back but displaying a mature attitude would help.

This needs sorting out, Donna.

I don't know why I'm here.

I don't want anything to do with her.

Donna, there's...something I need to tell you.

Something that might help you understand why I'm...

the way I am.

I can't.

I can't do it.

Please, Graham, will you...?

When she was 21 years old, your mother was raped.

She was terrified something like that would happen to you.

Was he...?

But I thought...

Is that...

who...my father is?

It doesn't matter about that now. I've always loved you.

-You were as precious to me...

-And you've known about it all this time?

-And you never told me?

-I couldn't.

I feel sorry for you. I do, but...

I still can't come home.

Donna...

You don't know what a sad, narrow little life I had.

When she brought me to see you, it was all hidden.

Do you know how strange I was?

I never had a friend.

Not one.

She made me too scared to talk to other children.

I didn't speak at all, not one word, for a whole year.

She never took me near a doctor then.

She made me wear little girl clothes -

pretty dresses, ankle socks -

right up until I was 15.

I couldn't so much as walk from one room to another

without being asked what I was doing.

-I loved you. I cared about you.

-She locked me in my room so I couldn't go out at night.

I'm a mess.

And you did it.

I couldn't judge people properly.

You know...you made the world MORE dangerous for me.

I couldn't tell what was good from what was bad.

-Do you know what I did last night? Have they told you?

-Yes.

The irony.

You must understand. You must understand now.

I could understand.

But it wouldn't give me my childhood back.

I won't let the same happen to Alice.

But it wouldn't be the same. It would all be different.

Please, darling, come home. Let me make it nice for you.

For you both.

I've got to go.

Maybe, er...

Maybe she should have some space.

I can't.

Before you go...

I've got someone you might like to see.

-Alice!

-We'll look after her together. We'll both get jobs.

We'll take turns looking after her.

We've got to look forward, Bea, hmm? Find some time for us.

I know.

She might get in touch though, mightn't she?

Once she's thought things through.

Word from social services. They need to run some checks

-but I think they're going to give the baby back to Donna.

-Oh, thanks.

-It was good the way you got them to sit down and talk.

-Families, eh?

They're good when they work.

Yeah...I wouldn't know.

I shopped him.

I'll get you...

-you stupid tarts.

-What?

We meant to be scared or something? You'd better watch yourself.

I know a lot more about you than you think.

Oh. I got a present...for Alice.

Cal! She's only six months old. And anyway...

-I can't stand that story.

-Ah, it's lovely.

They used to have it in one of the children's homes.

She can look at the pictures.

-Oh, can I?

-Sure.

I'm gasping for a fag.

And they all lived happily ever after.

-PHONE RINGS

-What a fat lot of good you were.

I think I was pretty decent anyway.

Hi, Grace.

Yeah...me too.

Yeah, that's right. Seven o'clock at the Icon.

SHE MOUTHS

Hold on a sec, er...

I've got a call coming through from my tutor. Can I put you on hold?

OK.

What?

You've got it the wrong way round.

-You're meeting Sarah at seven and then Grace...

-No, I'm not.

Back again.

Is there any chance we can make it ten o'clock at the Union Bar?

Sinnott's on my back.

I've got this essay to finish and it's nearer the library.

Great, I'll see you then.

Well remembered. You, Imogen Hollins, are a lifesaver.

And you, Jack Hollins, are disgusting. I don't know why I bother.

Because you want me to take you out in the car again?

THAT is the last help that you get from me.

I'm not getting involved in your sordid affairs again, you understand?

And driving lesson number two is tomorrow.

No rest for the wicked. Time to get up.

Hi, Grace.

Sarah! Sarah, of course it's you.

-Oi!

-You're twisted!

I don't drink Chardonnay, Patrick.

Andy, no!

He's not breathing. Help me, Josh. What do I do?

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