Now or Never Doctors

THUMPING MUSIC

Good morning, Mr Waterhouse. I am so sorry to trouble you,

but I think you may have forgotten to turn your music off.

It was playing all night.

I am sure you are not aware of quite how loud it was.

Jimmi? You OK?

Yeah.

You just seem a little bit spacey.

-You didn't say anything on the way here.

-I'm fine.

You sure?

Just asking.

Oh! Cherry. Ohh!

Morning! And what a fine morning it is!

I can't remember ever making it in before you.

I'm sorry. I am feeling a little tired.

Oh, don't apologise. Not ailing, I hope?

No, not at all. I have the constitution of an ox.

I never get ill.

-I see no milk has been left again.

-No, I'm afraid not.

I shall find a convenient moment to go to the shops.

Would you like me to send your patients through as soon as they arrive?

That would be nice.

Keep them coming. I'm firing on all cylinders today!

Cup of tea would be nice.

Bye, Mr Jameson.

-Jim, I saw Kevin. What happened?

-Where do I start?

All that work, and then she called to say she was on her way...

You bottled it?

-No. No, I just thought...

-Thought what?

-Well...

Nothing was right. Made me think the whole thing was a mistake from the start.

You are not serious. Come on, mate, are you having second thoughts?

Not entirely.

But if you're so sure Cherry is the one, then what's the problem?

Truth be told, I were pretty bolshy last time.

You were very concerned - understandably.

Reason being, to be honest, Doc, I thought you were mugging me off.

You know - take these sugar pills, blah blah, go home, shut up.

Not at all, Mr Minton. Not at all.

Call me Tiny. I know that now, Doc,

because whatever they were you gave me, they were dynamite.

Seriously, I'd been crippled up in pain for weeks with that stomach pain.

So the pills were effective?

Changed my life - no word of a lie.

Ask my missus. Before, I was a total...

Well, let's just say I wasn't nice, you know?

You wouldn't have wanted to be near me. But after...

So, Mr...Tiny...

You're here for...?

Seconds, boss man. I need some more.

Almost gone, they have, and no way can I cope without them. Little tiny bullets of miracle.

You want a repeat prescription?

Hand on heart, you've saved me.

I tried everything over the counter I could get,

and everything under it, too, if you know what I mean.

But I was still doubled up.

Are you still smoking the illegal...

Weed? Oh, yeah.

Don't get me wrong - being with Cherry is everything I want.

So if it's all perfect, then...

I've been in love before.

Nothing compared to this.

And when I think about...

us and our future together, I know it's going to get better.

-I'm just lucky to have found her.

-And have you told her that?

-Tell her! Say exactly what you just said to me.

-You think?

-Yes!

-Yes. Even

-I

-was moved, and I'm spoken for, so...

-Very funny.

Look, you were speaking from the heart. OK?

-That's all she wants, surely?

-Nah, she wants the works.

A big, glitzy, exciting, memorable day.

-That was supposed to be yesterday.

-It should have gone perfectly.

-Relationships are not like spreadsheets.

-Don't patronise me.

I'm not, I'm saying keep it simple and sincere. Be natural.

Since when has this been your field of expertise?

-Doesn't take an expert to see what you need. It's obvious.

-Enlighten me.

What's the point, Jimmi? You haven't acted spontaneously in your entire life.

So I stopped the dope. Not for long, but...

-And did that help?

-You having a laugh?

I got so stressed it made me ill.

My body's not built to withstand everyday life unaided. You know what I mean?

-I think so.

-Live and let live. That's what I say, except for meths and glue. That's just nasty.

So, am I on for the script?

Well, as the course was so effective...

but I do want to see you again in a fortnight.

God bless you, you're a saint and a saviour. I owe you big time.

-Not at all.

-Seriously. I know a lot of people round here and a lot of people know me.

You need a favour, reel it in.

-Very kind, but...

-Don't go giving this number to the ladies.

They'd kill for it.

No, of course not.

I'm the man who can. Trust me.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

Any plans for lunch?

I might be open to offers.

OK, fancy a stroll in the country?

-Bit of fresh air?

-Fresh air?

What are you up to, Dr Granger?

I just thought a bit of exercise would do us good.

Speak for yourself.

I'm joking. I'd love to.

Great. See you later.

Your tea, Dr Carter.

Ah, thank you, Mrs Tembe.

-How are you feeling?

-Much better for the fresh air, I must say.

You made the right choice to walk to work today.

-What made you think I'd walked in today?

-Your car is not outside.

I do understand, Heston, I do, but...

I'm begging you. That car means more to me than I can possibly explain.

'I'll do all I can, but at the moment I've got my hands full.'

-'In broad daylight! She can't have got far.'

-You'd be surprised.

If "she" was stolen to order, "she" could be in a container on the way to the Far East by teatime.

-Just get her back, Rob. Do what you can.

-Heston, I wear my pants INSIDE my trousers.

I'll get one of the boys to check the usual suspects and keep you posted.

-Thank you, thank you.

-All I'm saying is, don't hold your breath, OK? Bye.

Can he help?

I'm sorry. I will pray for your car's safe return.

Thank you, but I'm not feeling quite so charitable.

If I could get hold of the little...

Your reaction is understandable. Miserable jackals.

But, however unjust it may seem,

in a civilised country you cannot take the law into your own hands.

No, I can't...

but I know a man who can.

I'm not saying she should be shoe-horned into stilettos and a tight skirt,

and I'm not questioning Freya's medical abilities,

but I just think that she should present a more professional image.

I mean, sometimes she looks like she's come to fix the boiler...

-Daniel?

-Yeah.

-Well, that's resoundingly reassuring.

-Sorry.

-I knew there was something going on.

-What do you mean?

All this "let's go for a walk and pick daisies".

Come on. Spit it out.

-Thanks for coming.

-Not here. I've got my reputation to consider.

You look like Inspector Morse, which makes me a grass. Get on.

Any time today would be good.

-I'm not sure. I...

-Stay here and get mugged if you like.

Budge up, then.

I don't know what it is. I can't put my finger on it.

You're obviously chewing over something.

Is it the treatment?

Because, if it is, I totally understand.

Believe me, I'm really torn, too.

I mean, should we start over again, straightaway this month, or...

should we give ourselves some time

and get ourselves into a better state before we start over?

Maybe.

Maybe.

The truth is, we both know this is our last chance,

and that's a lot of pressure.

You're bound to be feeling anxious.

It's understandable.

It's OK.

Gosh! You won't be feeling half as scared as I am.

I'm telling you, this is not a good idea.

I don't want to interfere. I just want to get my car back.

You're way out of your depth here, Doc. This is my world.

I'll call you when I've got news.

I've heard that once already today.

Your funeral. But I'm telling you, you have to keep back, keep your mush shut and keep trusting me.

Right. Splash the cash, then.

I'm pulling some big strings.

That's it. Dust it off.

-A pinky? You taking the Michael? I need a ton, minimum, just to get in the door.

-A ton?!

-A hundred.

That'll do it...for now.

Stay here and guard my wheels. Tealeaf Central this is.

And watch out for two white pit-bulls. Big stud collars.

DOGS BARK

You know, whichever way this goes, whatever happens, we'll be fine, OK?

You think so?

Yes, because we've got each other.

You know I'm not good on emotional speeches...

but I want you to know how much you mean to me.

Since you've come into my life...

..everything has changed.

I've never felt...

about anyone the way I feel about you...

And I... I want...

I see us growing old together... you know, and, er...

-sharing our lives...

-OK, OK. Stop.

I'm touched, I really am, but where is this going, exactly?

I didn't have a particular aim.

You were sounding like a nervous man on the brink of a desperate act.

You've been thinking again. I've warned you about that.

Actually, I've been chatting to Jimmi, and, er...

-he's planning on proposing to Cherry.

-Oh!

Oh! A second royal wedding!

-Like we haven't suffered enough.

-It got me thinking...

That will be months of torture.

Wall-to-wall bridal magazines, pink tulle everywhere,

little Jamie and Nigella nibbles on silver plastic platters.

Do they still need doctors in Australia?

Sorted.

-Have you just bought drugs with my money?

-Patience, Doc.

There's a food chain round here, and now we're in it.

I just think you're being a bit harsh.

You're hardly a model advert for marriage, are you?

That doesn't make me a full-time cynic.

Church mumbo-jumbo, a few sandwiches and a bit of metal on your finger.

It's hardly life-changing, is it?

That's so reductive.

If two people really love each other,

why shouldn't they show that to the world?

If they really love each other, why would they NEED to?

Why would you want to make such a big, pink, silly, public song and dance about something so private?

Well, when you put it like that...

I'm not putting it like anything. That's how it is.

I suppose so.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm not saying that I go for all that ridiculous show.

It can definitely be over the top.

Exactly. And it's so not me.

And never will be.

Do you think it's in one of these?

Don't know, Doc. But I know a man who will. Wait here.

See if he's in the flat. I'll check the lock-up.

Heston? What are you doing here?

Home visit.

Duty calls. Had to, er, get some temporary transport.

VOICE OVER RADIO

OK. You don't want to spend a second round here longer than you have to, trust me.

I don't. I won't.

-Do you want a lift?

-Absolutely fine, thank you.

Oi, oi!

Where are you off to, Doc?

Walking back to my place of legitimate employment.

-I'd prefer to drive...

-Hop on. It's a long haul from here.

-No, I'm fine. After all, my wallet is £100 lighter.

-Oh, dear.

Having a little crisis in trust, are we? I've set the wheels in motion. I've got it all in hand.

-Really?

-Cross my heart. Your baby's coming home.

Come on. Get on.

Jimmi, I wasn't nagging you earlier.

-I know.

-I'm just worried, that's all.

I shouldn't have snapped.

-I'm sorry.

-Me, too.

-I've got a line of patients waiting. I'd better...

-OK.

-See you later.

-Mm-hm.

-I could have dropped you at the door.

-This is fine, thanks.

-Got your reputation to worry about?

-Call it professional discretion.

I totally understand, Doc. We're on the same page.

-Right, so what do we do now?

-You're going to heal the sick and needy.

I'm off down to The Duck.

They do a great curry and pint.

-Fiver, all in.

-What?

-I know!

I don't know how they make any money, either.

Oh, I can't wait to get home. I'm starving.

I'll get us a takeaway.

You haven't forgotten what tonight is? Thursday night?

-Cherry con carne night!

-Oh. Great.

No calls.

If you don't mind me saying, Dr Carter,

I feel you need to keep the seriousness of this unfortunate incident in proportion.

It is not very decorous for a highly qualified professional like yourself

to be mooning around like a jilted husband whose wife has run off.

After all, it is only a car.

What?

Mrs Hughes was late - I didn't get a chance to have lunch.

What are you doing? Don't we turn right here?

-Not today.

-Why?

Why not?

Oh, I get it.

Have you got something planned?

Are we going to that new restaurant by the river? What's it called?

The one that was reviewed in Letherbridge Life?

Jimmi! What is it? Tell me!

-I just thought we'd try a different route, see where it takes us.

-OK...

It's no big deal. I'm just... being spontaneous, you know.

Looks like your prayer was answered!

-Praise the Lord.

-I never thought I'd see her again.

-You two obviously need a moment.

-Let me give you a lift.

It's the least I can do.

Very kind, but I believe the fresh air will do me good.

-You sure?

-Mm.

Italian Milano leather...

unsullied.

Mwah!

-Where are we?

-I have no idea.

If you don't want Cherry con carne,

we can have something different.

It's not that. I just thought it might be nice to do something else.

Maybe go for a walk? Take a look around?

OK.

Has something happened today?

-Like what?

-I don't know.

Has Daniel been teasing you about your hair again?

-Is it me? Have I said or done something?

-No, it's not you.

Oh, no... It's not finally happened, has it?

A midlife crisis?

Is that...

Yeah. The jetty's just down there.

This...is where you saved me.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-'Oi, Oi!'

-'Tiny!'

-Am I the daddy?

'You certainly are. Amazing. How did you manage it?'

TINY BURPS

Sorry, that curry's repeating on me a bit. Well, basically...

your ton cut a nice deal with my old mate Greenhouse.

He's the number-one man for quality dope. Used to sell regularly to

Ricky Spanish, before they had a big fall-out.

Ricky and I did a ten-month stretch together back in the day.

Now he's semi-retired to look after his mum.

She's got that osteoarthritis thing, real bad.

When she can get it, she bakes these special dope cookies for the pain.

They go down a storm with all the oldies

at Mike's weekly poker afternoons.

They call Mike Mr Motor, on account of him having

a share in almost every dodgy lock-up and garage in the Midlands.

Thing is, he's got a well soft spot for Rita.

So, once she had a little word and he got on his moby to his boy Terry,

it was just a matter of time and some subtle...

negotiation with Bruce.

Before...bingo. Everyone's a winner!

Not sure I followed that entirely, but probably for the best.

-Thanks anyway.

-'Don't mention it, Doc.'

Really, I mean it.

And I mean it - don't mention it! Catch you later.

THUMPING MUSIC

Mr Waterhouse!

-It's weird that we ended up here.

-Yeah.

-I had no idea.

-You didn't plan this?

No, I swear. Not like yesterday.

Why? What do you mean?

At the tropical gardens.

-Music, champagne, fairy lights...

-What for?

I'd everything planned down to the last detail.

Am I missing something? What are you talking about?

I'm talking about us.

Yeah, and...?

Cherry, what I'm trying to say is...

I love you.

-Jimmi...

-I didn't mean... No, that's wrong.

I wasn't expecting to do this so I didn't bring the ring.

You know what, it won't be perfect but I don't care.

Cherry Malone, will you marry me?

-Are you being serious?

-Never been more serious in my life.

Yes.

-Yes, I will.

-SHE GIGGLES

THEY LAUGH

Could you spread the word for everyone to be around at lunch?

This is Dr Wilson. She'll be taking your consultation today.

I'll be observing, so forget I'm here.

-Mrs Tembe, are you all right?

-It's none of your business.

-I need to see my friend.

-Lynette, please. Please, don't...

Why did you let her go?

What the hell were you asking her?

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