Completion Day - Part 1 Doctors

-What about this...brown thing?

-Oh, leave that to me.

We're never going to get this all in, you know.

No, I mean the house.

It was a present.

Who the hell gave us that?

I'll put the kettle on.

If you haven't packed it!

That's no problem at all.

-Erm, I can be there around ten fifteen?

-Thank you so much.

It's a pleasure, Mr Miller. I'll see you there.

She'll meet us there.

And what did the solicitors say?

Completion day tomorrow.

What did I say? It's a piece of cake.

Are you OK? Connie...

It's a lovely bungalow.

In a very nice area. South-facing garden.

It's only half as big as this.

That is why they call it downsizing.

Love, it...it's somewhere that you can manage.

-But are you sure you're going to be happy there?

-It's not about me.

Of course it is, Paul.

We're doing this for you.

And that's what's worrying me!

-It'll be fine.

-No. "Fine" is not good enough.

I'll have my office. And the garden's just right. It's wonderful.

It's like a whole new start.

For both of us.

Thank you.

Good morning, The Mill Health Centre.

Come on, just get on with it!

That is quite all right, Mrs Miller.

I, I will see who is free.

It's useless!

Text after text after text, all night long.

And now the other one's suspicious. So I just told her straight.

-Blew her out.

-Really?

Well, sometimes you've got to take charge of your life,

you know what I mean?

You have to put your foot down, right?

Oh, Kevin, you're reporting to Heston today.

Oh, great. Well, I'll see you later.

-Oh, for pity's sake. Do I have to?

-What?

It's just I'm not in the mood for inane, juvenile drivel.

Well, neither am I, Heston. His or yours.

Is everything all right?

I have got three reps coming in today.

Not one of them has confirmed.

Is that all?

No, it's Sally.

Ah! What now?

She's disappeared, Elaine, and...

Patrick's in the most dreadful state about it.

She's just run off into Cheshire, Lord knows where.

And taken Chloe with her!

I think something quite bright in here...

open it out a little.

Well, we need to measure this door, for the sofa.

What about these blinds?

Don't think so. Do you?

Well, we don't want to go too mad at first...

Well, we've got plenty to play with now. Thanks to Lenassa.

-Sorry?

-We were just saying. We're really pleased. With everything.

-Thank you.

-You're more than welcome.

You've been such a great help.

It's a pleasure. So, er, how's the packing going?

Nearly done. Well, we've got till the weekend, thank goodness.

Right, do you want to start thinking about these blinds?

I'm going to check the meter.

-Sorry.

-It's OK. They're just through here.

We did take readings when they first moved out.

But obviously you'll need to contact the suppliers.

-Yes, of course.

-Unless you were thinking of switching at all?

Paul?

Have you got a pen?

Paul?

Eh, sorry, no.

Don't you be climbing up that ladder.

You know how dizzy you get.

I think there's one in the kitchen.

So, do you really think that we have a case?

Well, no, obviously, I mean, you know, whatever the circumstances might be.

But as they stand at the moment?

Oh, that's great.

Thanks, Ranjit. I'll...I'll get in touch with you.

Bye.

I've just spoken to the solicitor, who says

that I can apply for access through the courts.

-Apparently it's been done before.

-But after how long?

Well, does it matter?

I'm just not sure grandparents have that many rights.

And won't it wind Sally up even more?

Oh, come on, she's the one playing silly beggars.

-Morning.

-What about Chloe? If anything goes wrong,

you could end up losing her altogether.

Haven't I already?

Of course, I've been coping with the Addison's for years.

Almost second nature now.

But it's really wearing me down at the moment.

Have you felt giddy at all?

All the time.

Don't know whether I'm coming or going.

Nauseous?

Every so often. And there's the stabbing pains in my abdomen.

For how long?

It feels like I'm going to have an attack.

The added stress can't be helping.

It hasn't been as bad as you'd think.

What? Moving house?

My husband's done most of the work, bless him.

Got it into his head that it's all getting too much for me.

So, all I've really had to do is pack.

Well, it's still an upheaval, though.

Well, yeah.

That house is the one decent thing I got out of my first marriage.

Which is probably why Paul's never really settled there.

But he's right, it's far more than we need.

-And we did get a really good offer.

-Well, you were lucky there.

I know, it's funny. People always complain about estate agents.

But we couldn't be happier with ours. She's been marvellous.

OK, this is for more steroids.

Keep some with you at all times just in case of an attack.

And, I've updated your emergency card with our out-of-hours details.

Oh, and do me one favour, please, would you?

Try to take it easy.

You are going to wear that thing out.

-How's it going?

-Better, now you're here.

Here's to tomorrow.

How much profit on the old place?

Two-hundred and thirty-four thousand, three hundred and fifty.

Well, I just need to get it out of the joint account.

Well, be careful. Bit by bit. Don't want to set any alarm bells off.

It wouldn't even occur to her to look. I do all the banking.

All I'm saying is a few extra days won't hurt, Mr Impatient!

Anyway, I haven't quite decided yet.

About what?

Putney. West Hampstead. End terrace.

-What do you think?

-I don't care. As long as you're there.

Really? I've seen a nice little bedsit in Billesley.

Gas central heating.

Close to transport and shops.

I have to say, it was really hard today.

With her being so grateful, and everything.

She's really sweet, actually.

Which is why we need to get it over and done with.

For Connie's sake as much as ours.

Kind of funny, seeing you two together.

-Not for me, it's not.

-I know. Because you still love her.

It's obvious.

Yeah. She's the best friend I ever had, in many ways.

But that's as far as it goes.

Still, it's going to be tough telling her,

when the time comes.

I know. I don't want to hurt her.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

But the only thing that really matters to me now is you.

I think she's the only Addison's patient we've ever had.

Bit of luck for me then.

But not for her.

So how would you describe it? The condition.

Insufficient adrenal steroid production.

Potentially fatal if it develops into adrenal crisis.

When was the last crisis?

Two years. Collapsed in the bathroom. Couldn't get to her meds.

Almost went into shutdown before her husband found her.

Book them in for a refresher course on emergency procedures.

Ah, Doctor Carter, erm, Mrs Bonnaire called.

She said she would pop in later.

-Right.

-Fancy a swift one, then?

-What?

-Drink?

Erm, no. Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Paul, I...

We're fine. They cancelled.

Yay, it's just as well. I wouldn't want to celebrate alone.

Are you trying to get me the sack?

Who cares? You're going to be in Putney.

And, er, where are we going to drink it?

I know just the place.

The solicitor says

obviously the first thing we have to do is find her.

But are you sure he's got this right?

There's only one reason that she'd suddenly up sticks

-and move like that.

-A man?

No. I think she's got a job.

Anyway, a relationship wouldn't just come out of the blue like that.

Some do.

What I need to do is call the Cheshire Education Authority

and see if they've appointed any new heads.

OK. And if not?

Police?

Bit drastic, isn't it, at this stage?

-All right, you tell me.

-Sorry?

It's just that you knock everything I say.

Fine, I'll keep quiet.

Elaine, I just need some support here.

No, you're right, I'll shut up.

That's a shame,

we could've gone for a coffee together, or something.

Have you had a break today?

I've been rather busy.

I knew it. You're wearing yourself out, Heston!

I'm fine, thank you.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

Heston...

..I know I shouldn't have behaved like that.

And it won't happen again, I promise.

I, I did try, honestly,

with the breathing and the counting, and everything.

But it just got hold of me, again, I suppose.

-It certainly did.

-And, well, I just over-reacted. As usual.

There you go again. Reaction implies an action from someone else.

-Namely, me.

-No that's not what I meant.

And somehow the blame has to be shared between both.

I'm not blaming anyone.

-That is the underlying logic.

-There is no underlying logic.

-There is.

-That's what I'm trying to say. If you'd let me speak...

You see, this is precisely why I don't want to discuss this here.

I just want to explain, that's all.

And I don't have my suit of armour.

Sarcasm isn't going to get us anywhere.

Well, what is, Marina? Because I don't know any more.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yes?

This afternoon's list.

Paul? Are you here?

Is that Lenassa's car?

Paul?

Connie.

OK, just give us a second.

Just a moment. We can talk about this. Right... Put that down.

-Now you...put that down.

-Aaaagh!

Come back! OK.

You need to calm down.

Take a few breaths and let's talk about this properly.

Connie?! Connie?! Please! Look, it's not what you think.

I can explain.

-I need my keys.

-Where's she gone?

-Where's my jacket?

In there! Look, what are you going to do?

How the hell should I know?

Honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll deal with it, OK?

-How?

-It'll be fine.

She must've got the keys from the office.

She could stop the transfer.

-It's too late, isn't it?

-She could freeze the account.

-No, the bank'll be closing soon.

-But she's got till the end of tomorrow.

-You've got to stop her. Stall her, or something.

-I will.

Otherwise...everything is finished. It's over!

Not everything, surely?

Love, we knew we'd have to deal with this sometime.

Yes, when everything was sorted out. But this is terrible!

OK. Just let me worry about the money.

-I'm sorry.

-No. No, it's my fault. It's not yours.

-I'll go and find her, OK?

-OK.

And don't worry!

-Tell you what, you missed right out, down there.

-In what way?

New barmaid. Fit or what? All over me, she was.

She'll just have to wait her turn.

-Blonde. All the bits. These massive...

-Kevin...

..earrings. And that Egyptian-style make-up round the eyes?

Can you understand? I really don't care!

-Are you all right?

-Yes.

It's just you've had a right cob on all day.

All week, come to that. What is it, then?

Women trouble?

Mind your own business.

I'm only asking...

Do you really think I'd share the intimate details

of my life with a Neanderthal nitwit like you?

Fine. It's your life, mate.

Yes, it is.

Yes, stop beating me up about it, then.

Connie? Connie!

What was that all about?

Hey? Nothing. Look, I'm just sick and tired

of you getting on my case all the time, that's all.

-Oh, come on. What's everyone saying?

-About what?

Don't play the innocent with me.

I don't know, ask them!

But you're the one with the problem, mate, not me.

What problem would that be?

Not putting my foot down with women? Or blowing them out?!

-You what?

-Not treating them like cattle? Or dirt?

Or trophies?

I treat them very well, thank you very much,

and that's why I get so many.

Yeah, not surprising, you think about them all day.

Chasing skirt like an adolescent caveman!

They're the ones who do the chasing, mate, not me.

-Oh, they do, do they?

-Yeah.

I seem to remember someone called Lauren.

Not singing her name from the rooftops, are we?

Not exactly a "take charge" moment there!

The boot was on the other foot, as I recall.

You were well and truly blown out on that occasion.

Doctor Carter!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Can you help me? Please!

Phone this number. Doctor Tyler.

I can't breathe.

Get away from me! I can't breathe!

Please don't touch me!

I'm sorry, everyone. If you could just stand back. Thank you.

Now, there's no need to be alarmed.

This has happened before. I'm her husband.

Conn? Conn? Can you hear me?

Aaagh!

All right, darling, that's enough. Now, you need to calm down.

-Deep breaths.

-Noooo!

I am trying to help you.

OK, erm, everything is going to be fine.

If... There's an emergency kit in her car.

If you could just, er, just... bear with me.

And don't let her move, please. Thank you.

Emergency. Connie Miller.

Kevin, I would like to apologise for what I said just now.

-Addison's crisis by the sound of it.

-It was a little bit harsh.

I'll be there in five minutes. Mayburn Street.

You know, I thought that when you

and Marina got together that that would do you good.

You know, calm you down a bit, but...

Nope.

Always got to pick a fight, haven't you?

All right. Will you please just try and relax, will you?

There we are.

All right, there we are. All right, darling.

There, it's done. There we are, OK.

OK, if we can just give her some air, if you can.

That's it. Thank you very much.

She just needs to rest for a few minutes.

-Here's your card.

-Ah. Thank you very much. I'll, I'll take...

I'll look after that.

-Are you OK? Is she OK?

-Yes, she's fine.

We are going to have to get you to hospital.

No time to waste. Now, I'm going to have to lift you, love.

-All right? OK.

-No...

-One, two, three!

-Aaah!

OK, I'll bring the bag.

Love, it's for the best. There we are.

All right, if you could just let me through?

-Is she all right?

-Yes, she's fine.

If you could just get that door for me?

-Yeah.

-Thank you. All right, sweetie.

Just mind your head. All right. In we go. In we go. Mind your head, love.

There we are, that's it.

Sit still and be quiet!

You're going to be OK. You'll be fine. OK?

-Thank you so much.

-That's OK.

-I'm so grateful.

-All right.

-I really am.

Mr Miller?

I'm Doctor Tyler. How is she?

-Much better, thank you.

-Have you given her the hydrocortisone?

-Yeah.

-OK, fine, I'll take a look.

No, there's really no need. We're going to go

-straight to the hospital now.

-I'm here now.

-I think it's for the best.

-Sorry?

-Thank you, Doctor.

Connie?

Help me.

No, wait! Hang on a minute. Stop, will ya?

Well, they haven't appointed any new heads recently.

And all pending appointments are of course...

-Confidential.

-Yeah.

Elaine, I'm really sorry about earlier.

Oh, don't be. Don't be.

No, you must be really worried.

I've got to do something.

Patrick and Sally are behaving like juveniles.

I mean, have they got any idea what all this must be doing to Chloe?

OK. Be honest with me.

Am I just being an old busybody and sticking my nose in where

I shouldn't?

No, you've every right. It's your family.

It's your granddaughter.

Trouble is, the more you push, the more she'll back away.

I could swing for that little...

And that doesn't help either!

Look, say you do find her. If she's so determined,

what's to stop her upping and leaving again,

even before it's gone to court?

-I think you've got to bide your time for a while.

-Hard!

Wait till things have calmed down. She's got to see sense.

Chloe's bound to want to see her grandma.

Sorry.

Oh, no, it's OK. I know you're right.

Hold tight, now. Mind that box.

There. A nice lie down.

A little rest. That's all you need.

And we can talk about this in the morning.

I need to see the doctor.

-There's no need.

-Keep away from me!

-Connie, will you stop it!

Let's get this coat off.

These shoes.

Honestly. What a fuss. The amount of times we've been through this!

Now you're going to need a nightie. It's chilly.

Where have you hidden them? Where?

In the airing cupboard?

DIAL TONE

The Mill Health Centre.

Hello? Hello?

BEEP

I need the doctor. Now.

Please, Paul. Just help me.

It'll be all right.

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

Do you love me?

Even if it's something terrible?

Something that

we can never take back?

OK. What's going on?

Please, just answer me.

What is this film called?

Contact Room.

I think it's a thriller.

Would you mind ringing them for us?

Sorry?

You'd be doing us a big favour.

Of course.

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