Future Perfect Doctors

# Three little speckled frogs

# Sat on a speckled log

# Eating some most delicious bugs. #

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Hong Kong wanted to speak to me.

-Their site's still not working properly.

-That's fine.

Traffic was a nightmare. Hello, my darling little girl.

Are ready for your first ever holiday, sweetheart?

-Edinburgh seems a bit far away now.

-Don't worry, we'll Skype you.

I, um, I've packed her raincoat,

her wellies, her sunhat, just in case.

That's fine.

Oh! And, um, don't forget the...

Baby monitor and the glass bottle. I've got it.

OK.

Everything's going to be all right.

Um...Jenny's coming, too.

-Come on, sweetheart.

-What?

-Come on.

She didn't think she could get time off. She just got the all clear.

Oh.

Honestly, she's great with Lola.

-They get on like a house on fire. Don't you, eh?

-Do they?

Be more fun, won't it, Lola, eh? Someone else to play with.

-Sorry, I couldn't tell you before. We didn't know for sure.

-No.

No, it's fine.

-I've got to spend some time at Mum's before we go, so...

-Of course.

I love you, darling.

We'll see you in a couple of days.

-What are you going to be doing while we're away?

-Oh, you know. Things.

OK.

Bye, then.

(Bye.)

PHONE BLEEPS

Come on in. Have a seat.

Still keeping up with your woodland therapy?

-What?

-Come here.

There we go. All done.

Thanks. I try to get to the park every day.

That's good. Sit down.

Thanks.

So, how have you been?

Fine.

Just fine?

Good.

The anti-depressants have really helped and...

I'm beginning to see the wood for the trees.

Really?

Actually, I think they've been too good.

What do you mean?

I wanted to stop feeling, and I have. I'm...totally numb.

That loss of feeling,

it could be a side effect from the medication,

but it's more than likely

that it's just your depression pushing through again.

We can adjust your prescription.

It can take a few weeks to find the right balance.

Two years is a little late for post-natal depression.

There's no time limit.

Having a baby, that's life-changing.

And to become a single parent so soon...

No. It's no excuse.

Be gentle with yourself, Colette.

You will get through this. And the anti-depressants, they are just there to help you.

No. I want to stop taking them.

I feel...that if I don't stop,

I'm... I'm going to disappear.

HESTON HUMS A TUNE

Welcome, my very own queen of the night!

All right?

-Have you talked to Marcus about how you're feeling?

-No.

Marcus is moving on.

I should be, too.

Is Lola with him today?

Yes.

All weekend.

In Scotland.

She's going on her first holiday. With Marcus and his new partner.

How does that make you feel?

Glad.

Glad she'll be with someone who'll make her happy.

You make her happy, too, Colette.

It's just you can't see that at the moment.

Maybe.

It'll be a while before I can afford to take her on holiday, though.

I think every day's a holiday when you're Lola's age.

Colette, I really think it would help you

to talk about what you're going through.

Have you had a chance to contact any of the support groups?

I tried, but I couldn't go through with it.

That's OK.

If you stay on the anti-depressants,

they'll give you the confidence to face talking to people.

-But I want to feel normal again.

-And you will.

We can adjust the level of anti-depressants that you're on

so it's right for you, but...

if you come off them now,

I-I think it'll make you feel worse.

-OK.

-Great.

Ah! So...

have you got any plans for the weekend?

Yes, I have.

Girls' night out?

You know, maybe now's the perfect time

for you to contact one of those groups I recommended.

Yes. Good idea.

There you go.

-Thanks for being so patient with me.

-Not at all.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

It's tricky getting hold of you because I've got patients...

I'll speak to you later. Yeah. Bye.

-Everything OK?

-Yep. Er, just, er,

upgrading our home broadband.

-What?

-Yeah. We live fast-paced lives,

so I thought I'd get go-faster broadband.

Once the baby comes, I won't be able to sort it out.

You OK?

Well, I'm 19 weeks

and I still haven't felt the baby move. Look, you feel.

Zara, you know more than anyone,

first-time mothers are the last to feel their babies kicking.

It's different when it's YOUR baby that isn't moving.

-You worry too much.

-You can't just fob me off with doctor-speak.

All right. Look, if you're that worried,

we can get you another scan.

No, it's all right.

I don't want to join the ranks of neurotic first-timers.

I've got to get on.

-Right.

-So, catch you later, yeah?

Sure.

PHONE BLEEPS

HORN BLASTS

PHONE RINGS

Aren't you going to answer that?

No.

Who are you trying to avoid?

Believe it or not, my own son.

-Patrick? Must be serious.

-Yes, it is.

-I've found out that he's having an affair.

-Not that serious.

Well, not for you maybe, but I'm used to being the wronged wife,

not the one that's involved in all the duplicity.

How would you cope with all the lies, the sneaking around and...?

Sorry. Nothing personal.

Well, in my experience,

it's usually the man making all the sneaky phone calls,

doing all the lying.

He's involved me in the subterfuge. I don't want anything to do with it!

Tell him you're not having it.

I would, if I could get him to listen to me.

I can't have a proper conversation with him.

He's so distracted, nothing I say goes in.

Right.

He's so secretive, as well.

I mean, that's when he's not actually lying to me, that is, or...

telling me one thing and doing something completely different.

I know exactly what you mean.

I'm trying to understand him, I really am.

I'm trying to see his point of view.

But all I can think about is...

what is going to happen to Sally and Chloe if this carries on?

The whole thing just explodes in his face?!

What do you think? Am I being a stupid idiot?

No. He is the stupid, selfish idiot.

He's the one betraying her trust and love in him.

He's the one jeopardising their future together.

CLASSICAL MUSIC

Oh!

UPBEAT MUSIC

Ooo! Takes me back.

Discos. Spiky hair.

-# Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo. #

-I'm afraid punk rather passed me by.

-Is she always like this?

-Dunno.

Oh. That goes upstairs, to our bedroom.

Oh, I'll take that.

No, you're all right.

Um, might I suggest a tea break?

Builder's for me, Choo-Choo.

-Coffee.

-As luck would have it,

-your mother and I brought back wonderful coffee from a bar...

-Instant will do.

-Not on the piano!

-Oh.

You were right.

-What about?

-Patrick's not the only one.

I think Daniel's having an affair.

What?!

He's behaving just like your son. It's obvious!

Oh, Zara.

For once in my life, I'm relying on a man.

-For once in my life, I needed someone that I can rely on.

-Zara?

-I am going to kill him. This is not the hormones talking.

-Zara?

Daniel is not having an affair!

I mean, it's obvious to everybody he's completely smitten with you.

None of us have seen him like this before, believe you me.

-Yeah, right(!)

-Well, it's not just because of the baby either.

Have you got any proof he's having an affair?

No, but look at the way he's behaving.

He usually tells me everything, now it's all secrets and lies!

There is no way that Daniel

is going to jeopardise what he's got with you.

He's up to something.

It's probably some medical stuff he doesn't want to bore you with.

You two were made for each other. You know that!

We'll see.

'I want to thank you.

'I want to thank you for trying to help.

'But medication won't make me a good mother.

'What good is a miserable mum?

LULLABY PLAYS 'I know she'll be better off without me.

'People think you're being selfish.

'But you're not.

'It's the opposite.

'You don't want to inflict the pain.

'All the excruciating pain,

'onto anybody else.

'Say goodbye to Lola for me.

'Give her a big hug.

'Tell her her mummy loved her...

'and always will.

'Colette.'

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

Only me. Er, Mrs Jarvis. House call.

Sorry. I'm on my way.

Choo-choo!

Hang on. I don't think the living room can take any more furniture.

Course it can. Every home needs a nest of tables.

-It's a bit of a '50s throwback.

-Are you suggesting that I'm a '50s throwback?

No, no. It just reminds me of my mother.

Cocktails at six, Valium at midnight.

Oh. So now I'm your mother.

Ah! Now, that would look fabulous over the fireplace.

Look, I hate to say it, Heston, but, er,

I think it'll be an awful lot better than what's there already.

I'm not sure I've had my taste in art questioned before, but for you...

-Ah!

-Do you like it?

I think it would really bring the whole of that wall to life.

I'm not sure the wall needs livening up. What do you think, Ian?

You don't like it.

Well, I mean, it's striking. Um...

You think it's common, don't you?

Er, well, no, not exactly common.

Then what exactly?

I had no idea I was moving in with such a snob!

-I didn't think I'd be living with an arriviste.

-I don't know what that means.

-Exactly.

'What's happened to me?

'My face feels funny. W-Why can't I move?

'I wanted to die.

'Looks like I'm going to get what I wanted.

'At least it's not hurting.

'I didn't want any more pain.

'I wonder how long it will take.

'It doesn't matter.

'Nothing matters any more, as long as it's the end.

DOORBELL RINGS

Marina, don't be ridiculous! Ian, take that back inside.

Why? I know when I'm not wanted. Ian? Put it back in there.

Oh, Ian, hang on.

I said I didn't like the painting, not I didn't like you.

I should have known, with all your airs and graces.

Your Tuscan this and your Tuscan that.

I was never going to be good enough for you.

-Come on, you're being childish.

-No. You're the one being childish.

I'll be all right. I've been on my own before.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Oh, so now I'm trying to kill you?!

Oh! I'm sorry, Heston.

Me, too. Come here.

I'm sorry. It's just a painting.

-No, no. Now, hang on, Ian.

-So, is it in or out?

-I think I could get used to it.

-No, no, no. We'll put it in the attic.

You've already got a great picture.

Yes, but it's your home, too, now. So, Ian...

..it'll go nicely in the spare room.

First door on the left, top of the stairs.

Oh!

-Over there.

-You're right! You're right!

Well done, sweetheart. Well done.

Come on, then. Come on, then.

-Come on, then, darling.

-Mummy?

-Mummy?

-Colette?

'Oh, no. I forgot he was coming.

'The rabbit!'

There, sweetheart. Come here, then.

There you go, darling.

-Alright?

-Where's Mummy?

'I want them to get out of here. They can't see me like this!'

-We'll just see if Mummy's in, OK? There you go.

-Mummy?

'No! She can't see me like this!'

-Mummy? Mummy?

-Colette?

'Just go!' PHONE RINGS

Hiya, Jenny.

Yeah, yeah. I'm at Colette's. She forgot Lola's...

'No, Lola, stay away! Don't come any closer!'

I know, darling. When Lola's living with us, we won't have all this.

'What does he mean, living with them?'

Hold on, darling. I've got a client on the other line.

'They're going to take Lola away from me!

'She can't see me like this. It'll frighten her.

'No, Lola! Mummy doesn't want you to see her like this.

'Lola...your lovely face.'

I don't want... I want Mummy!

'It's OK, Lola. Mummy's just had an accident.

'Don't be scared.'

Come on, then, little 'un. Jenny is all packed

and Granny's got some lovely lemon cake waiting for us.

Come on. Shall we go?

'No, Marcus! Bring her back!

-Mummy?

-Mummy's not here...

'I won't let them take her away from me.

'I've got to get out of this!

-I've got to get help!'

-Where's Mummy?

-We'll see her in a couple of days.

-'Marcus...!

'Come back!

'I need help!'

That is such good news.

Thank you. Bye. Bye-bye. Result!

-Survey came through.

-Yes!

-Completion should be in a few days.

I think a few celebratory drinks are on.

Too right. Just as soon as I can give Zara the slip.

Right! Jimmi, out!

You are up to something, Daniel. The last time I saw you being this cloak and dagger,

you were pulling the wool over Lisa's eyes with me!

-What?

-It is pathetic! The subterfuge, the feeble excuses!

Whoa-whoa! Hold on, hold on.

No. All right? I wanted it to be a surprise.

What?!

OK. Um,...

How would you like to spend a few days at the Fernley Hall Spa

on a mother-to-be pamper weekend?

TEARFUL: Is that what all the... subterfuge has been about?

Yes. Look, I wanted it to be a surprise.

Jimmi was passing on ideas from Cherry,

I was looking at prices, venues.

-So, no super-fast broadband?

-No.

So, come on, how about it?

Massage, manicures, fluffy towels, uggy puggy.

Well, take away the mothers-to-be...and I'd love it!

-Yeah?

-Oh, thank you!

-OK.

-That is so thoughtful!

Oh! My hormones!

I'm so sorry. They're turning me into a jealous monster!

You don't need to be jealous, OK? I'm your man.

-I'll see you this evening, then.

-Yeah.

We can start...the pampering...then.

Ooh!

Fernley Hall Spa, please.

'I'm tired.

'It feels like everything's shutting down.

'Stay awake.

'That's what they say, isn't it?

'When you're hurt.

'Don't fall asleep.

'It's hard, though.

'I can't hear anything.

'No traffic, nothing.

'Stay awake, Colette.

'Think of all the things you'd like to do.

'Think of the future.

TEARFUL: 'I want to take Lola to the park again. Sing to her.'

INDISTINCT CHATTER

# Four little speckled frogs

# Sat on a speckled log

# Eating some most delicious bugs

# Yum, yum. #

LULLABY PLAYS

PHONE RINGS

LANDLINE PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Mr Coleman, it's Dr Wilson. I'm trying to get hold of Colette.

Do you know where she is? It's... It's quite urgent.

No. Er, I saw her this morning, but not since then. What's up?

Um, I'm afraid I can't say.

It's... It's just really important that I speak to her.

She's not answering her mobile or picking up the landline.

I was at the house earlier. She wasn't there.

Are you sure she wasn't there? Did you try upstairs?

Yeah. She wasn't in. Has something happened?

I...can't say.

But i-if you do hear from her, will you please get her to ring me?

-'Right.'

-Thank you.

You ready?

-'Dr Wilson.'

-Yeah. Dr Wilson, it's Marcus.

Um, I've just remembered, Colette's handbag was on the hall table

and the front door wasn't double locked.

I think she might be at the house.

-FRANTIC KNOCKING

-Colette? Colette! It's Dr Wilson!

I've left Lola with her grandma.

-All right. OK. You check upstairs.

-OK.

Colette?

Oh, no! Marcus, you need to phone an ambulance now!

OK. Colette...?

Colette? Can you hear me, sweetheart?

Colette? Wake up, Colette.

-Have you taken anything?

-As quick as you can.

Blink once for yes, twice for no.

Good girl. I think you might have suffered from a stroke, Colette.

'I'm alive.'

But the ambulance is on its way.

-We're going to do everything we can to help you.

-Hang in there, Col.

'I've got another chance!'

Lola's with Grandma. I'll bring her to see you soon.

'I'm not going to lose her now.'

It's all right, darling. It's OK.

A word of advice. A good argument clears the air.

Your relationship will be all the better for it.

Your mother and I had a few on holiday. All now forgotten.

More than forgotten. Come here, you.

It makes the making up so much sweeter.

Pity Lily and Christine couldn't understand that.

Ancient history, Choo-Choo.

I suggest we do a bit more making up, Chee-Chee.

Sorry.

Yeah, well, I've got to go now.

Oh! Don't.

Ian, I can't thank you enough for today.

It's so much nicer to have a friendly face than a stranger.

Right.

He doesn't like conflict.

Just like his dad.

About, um, Saturday. It's just, you know, I've got these tickets.

I'm busy.

That doesn't stop you going.

Go on my own to choose my wedding dress? How sad is that?

-Give it back!

-What's in the bag, Esme?

-Give it back! Give it back!

-Come on, Esme, it's only a bit of teasing.

-You think that's funny?

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