Born and Bred Doctors

Everyone get out, please.

Stand by the van.

-Ignore her. It's the only way.

-No talking.

You must concentrate on what I have to say.

Where is that black girl?

Like, I've got a name, yeah? It's Starr.

S-T-A-R-R!

SHE GROANS

My head's spinning.

Hang on, hang on!

-You didn't say you were ill.

-Flat shoes upset my sense of balance.

The cabaret is over.

You are here to work.

And you will learn new skills, which will be good for you in your life.

The first will be how to spend the day without a mobile.

No texting! You will obey my instructions.

Any breaks will be authorised by me.

You will not leave the site without my permission. Is all of this clear?

Sir, yes, sir!

Mr Jachowicz will be adequate.

OK. Follow me.

Watch this.

-Starr was impressed with you marching.

-Honest?

We need to clear the rooms and mop out before we begin to decorate.

Hey, I've just had a spa manicure.

I wore heated mittens for an hour to get my hands like these.

So you are used to gloves. Put these on and get started on the job.

Call this a new skill? Cleaning up after some dosser?

-Like a servant, or something?

-Your mouth is too big for my liking.

You three, help me unload the van.

I think you've got beautiful lips.

-What?

-He's just trying to make you feel better, aren't you, Billy?

-Yeah.

-Good morning, Cameron.

-Hiya, Mrs Tembe.

I'm sorry, I cannot stop. I have to rush for the bus.

Cameron!

-Get in!

-Dad.

-I said get in, now.

-I told you, I don't want you talking to that woman.

-She's my friend.

-No, she isn't. Now, eat.

-I hate this minging dump and I hate you!

-Never say you hate me!

-It's true. I do!

Is that what you're going to tell the social worker?

Do you want to be taken away?

I'm sorry, mate. I didn't mean to scare you.

-Dad?

-It's just that sometimes people aren't as kind as they seem to be.

That two-faced... Mrs Tembe's reported me to social services.

They'll come knocking on the door any minute.

That's why I don't want you to talk to her. Now do you see?

-Don't let them take me!

-They won't, as long as we stick together.

Yeah? We've got to show them we're coping without your mum.

-So that's why you must never say you hate me.

-I didn't mean it.

I know you didn't. Now come here.

Now listen. I want you to go to the holiday club, yeah?

Play nicely with the other kids. No scrapping, eh?

-Then will it be all right?

-Course it will.

-Do you like cars?

-Only if they're fast and expensive.

What's your favourite?

I'd die for a silver Maserati. Got one?!

No, but I could nick one. Then would you go out with me?

Billy, if you take me out in a Maserati, I'll marry you.

STARR CHUCKLES

I was arrested at a demo for student tuition fees.

I'm hoping to go to uni but it's so scary. It's like you can't win.

I mean, if you get a good job after graduating, you've got to pay it all back.

If you don't, you've still got to exist on next to nothing.

-I'm sure Daddy will cough up.

-He's only a copper.

BOTH: Hey!

-Bet you're an embarrassment.

-Yeah!

-Hey, give her a break.

-Yeah.

-It's all right, Dan. I was shoplifting.

-Some of us were trying to scrape a living.

-You must be here for a reason.

-That cow in the beauty salon shopped me.

I was setting up on my own, you know, mobile. Nails and facials.

The benefit was just till I got going, right?

Anyway, one day I'll have my own salon. That'll show her.

Are you going to get finance with a criminal record?

ENGINE STARTS

-Billy!

-Whoa. Are you OK?

-Yeah, I suppose.

-Did you see that, Starr?

-No.

My insteps are aching.

They say flats are better for your feet but, I'm telling you, it's not true.

-Hey, this is not Butlin's.

-And you're no Redcoat.

-Get up.

All right, all right. I'm in pain here.

-Why do you keep picking on Starr?

-I am not picking on her.

-You're singling her out. Why?

-She's not pulling her weight.

I made it clear that any breaks should be authorised by me.

What's the big deal? You came to tell us it's lunchtime, right?

Yeah. You will wash up and proceed across the road to the community hall.

You must learn to know your place.

Her place? What exactly do you mean by that?

After you.

I'm going for lunch.

What's bugging you, Dan?

I'd rather not say too much. It might just be me, you know?

Do you think Mr Jachowicz has got a problem with Starr?

-What does a Maserati look like?

-Ask Jachowicz. He's probably got one.

What can I get you, love?

Oh, pint of bitter, please.

-Are you here for the meeting, my friend?

-Yeah.

-I was thinking about it.

-Then allow me.

-A pint of your finest, please, Margaret.

-Coming up.

-Thanks very much!

-You are very welcome. I'm Eric Bowman.

Trevor Waterhouse.

I just wondered...

-I mean, I'm not very well up on politics.

-Are any of us?

Who can tell the difference between a Conservative and a Liberal these days?!

And as for the Labour Party... Well!

-None of them care about ordinary folk like us.

-Exactly.

That's why we've formed this group, so we can all say our piece.

I'm guessing you've one or two problems of your own, Trevor.

Yeah, you could say that.

You've come to the right place.

Come over and meet the others.

-Is that it, lads?

-Yeah, thanks, love.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

We're also doing our bit to keep Margaret and Ken in business.

The traditional working man's pub.

Whoever thought we see them closing down?

Look around, Trevor, and memorise,

so you can give your grandkids a history lesson.

The way things are going, they sure as eggs won't see one.

-Didn't your mum do you any lunch?

-Nah.

-Want to share mine?

-In a minute.

-What is the matter?

-Nothing.

-So?

-Where do you park your Maserati?

Who told you I had a Maserati?

I don't want to nick it or nothing.

Just look at it, yeah?

Go and sit down, Billy.

Dan, a word please.

-I didn't say nothing wrong.

-It's all right, mate, I'll handle this.

Every person round this table had a good trade 12 months ago

and now we're all out of work.

-Trevor?

-Same here.

I was a master butcher.

My great-grandfather started the business way back in 1886

and it has passed down through the generations.

Till it closed under my helm.

Can you imagine how that makes me feel?

Shame doesn't come anywhere close.

It's not your fault though, Eric.

Nobody can compete with the supermarkets.

If only it were that simple.

Would it surprise you to know that a Halal butcher now resides in that very same shop?

-Talk about rubbing your nose in it!

-Exactly. And business is brisk.

My question is...

How come his customers can afford to buy meat on the high street

and mine can't?

Think about it.

Ah, the fair Margaret!

Bacon butties to keep you going.

I hope that's British bacon?

Of course. Behave!

-Room for a small one?

-Yeah, course.

-You look nice and settled there.

-He's one of us, aren't you, Trevor?

Look, it was just a gag. What's the big deal?

Why is it funny for me to drive a rich man's car?

OK, so it's not funny. Sorry to offend you.

I don't think you intend it as a joke.

I wish we could hear what they were saying.

Dan's so cute. Reckon I've got a chance?

-You said you'd marry me.

-Like, in your dreams.

-Will you just go out with me?

-No, back off.

But I like black girls.

Why?

Cos they're supposed to be... You know, good in bed.

-My mate Andy said.

-Billy!

Did he?

I've got standards and you need to exfoliate urgently, Pizza Cheeks.

You are making trouble for me. Why?

You're sounding really paranoid now.

I am not good enough to drive a Maserati?

I think you're capable of pretty much anything.

What do you mean?

You've got something to hide, haven't you?

Such as?

Oh, I dunno.

Maybe your back pocket's stuffed with cash?

Not denying it, then?

I am not required to justify myself to a criminal.

I am your supervisor, you will treat me with respect.

Like you deserve it.

You are going to be a good boy now and do as you are told.

Or you will be the one in trouble. Do you understand?

Am I making myself clear?

Are you mad with me?

Mate, you uncovered a major fraud! You did good!

Eh?

-He's obviously a property developer.

-So?

Someone on the council is giving him a backhander!

Imogen's right. We're working for nothing while he's making a mint.

Like, what are we supposed to do about it?

You and me could take a walk.

-Chill, yeah?

-Starr, this is important.

-Well, it's way too intense for me.

-Intense?

Aren't you bothered by the way he's been speaking to you?

Story of my life. Sexy, talented, misunderstood.

Maybe he'd be more tolerant if you were white and middle class!

-Hey, I've got my own business.

-Have I got to spell it out to you?

I'm black, right?

Look, no offence, but he's mentioned your big mouth,

knowing your place.

And this morning,

he said, "Where's that black girl?"

-Well-remembered.

-He hates you.

What's so funny?

Whoa, mate, you and me need to have a conversation.

Take no notice of Billy. He's just mad because you put him down.

-I'm not having no odd-job talking down to me.

-Starr!

You saw how he was with Dan! You'll just get into more trouble.

He's not worth it. Like you said, you're better than him!

I haven't seen Ken today, Margaret.

He's lying down.

Bad day?

He's had quite a few recently.

You know, it's a crying shame.

This pub is a part of our heritage.

Twenty years ago, it was bursting at the seams.

Neighbours getting together, a home from home. Now...

-Well, you can see for yourself.

-The smoking ban?

It's not just that, Trevor.

This was a community pub and the community has changed.

-Me and Ken didn't have a problem with that.

-Live and let live.

One night, these Asian lads walked in. We knew they were after trouble right from the word go.

Loud-mouthed they were, spoiling for a fight.

So we asked them to leave, like we would anyone else.

Next thing we know we're all over the local paper.

It's all right, love, you're with friends.

They called us racist.

-That's terrible!

-And we're not!

-A trouble-maker is a trouble-maker whether it's black, white...

-Pink!

Since then our business has gone down the Swanee.

We can't win can we, us Brits?

I don't consider myself a racist either.

But it doesn't stop me worrying about where our nation is going to end up.

Me too.

So, we dip the brush halfway,

and then we stroke it against the rim to remove the excess.

Now, always sweep the brush away from the wet edge.

-Then you'll have a smoother line.

-We should make a complaint.

-To who?

How do we know who we can trust?

You can see why people get so wound up about immigrants.

-No offence, Starr.

-Hey, I'm British, born and bred, same as you are.

-You don't count cos you're black.

-What did you say?

Don't take this out on Billy.

You see? No blobs or splashes.

Anybody want to... What's going on here?

-Did I hear you say you wanted a volunteer?

-Yes.

-Do you realise what you have done?

-Oh, yeah!

Hey!

Stop this!

-Dan, this is not the way.

-We've got to go. Come on, Billy!

-What?

-Are you coming?

-I am.

-I didn't ask you.

-Yeah?

Well, you've just blown your chances, minger.

Why are you running away?

You're either with us or you're not.

-Make a choice.

-Where are we going?

-You'll see.

-Dan!

-You must come inside.

-I have telephoned the police.

Good, I'm going to tell them about you and your dodgy property deals.

-What are you talking about?

-Dan sussed you.

You're taking a back-hander.

Read this!

Why is Dan mixed up with the Nationalists?

Because he is one! It doesn't take a genius.

He's taken Billy to this meeting!

That's not my problem.

Imogen!

Imogen!

So, Trevor, what brings you here?

Only if you want to, love. No pressure.

You've shared your stories with me. It's only fair.

Life couldn't be much worse, to be honest.

My wife walked out on me and Cameron.

That's my son, he's only ten.

What kind of woman leaves her child?

That's not natural.

You're telling me! Her boyfriend was more important.

-Been carrying on behind my back for months!

-Trevor, that's terrible.

Absolutely unforgivable!

So here I am living in a poxy rented house, trying to hold it together for my kid.

And what happens?

-I get laid off!

-The final slap in the face!

I wish it was Eric, but it gets worse.

I was offered a couple of hours' work -

and I shouldn't have left Cameron alone, but what choice did I have?

Desperate measures.

To make matters worse the woman next door reports me to social services!

Talk about troublemakers.

This one happens to be from Africa!

I bet she's got a job.

Yeah, she's a doctor's receptionist.

You see, we hear this time and time again.

Plenty of our ladies could do that job

and yet they give it to a foreigner.

-This is my son, Dan, by the way.

-And this is Billy.

-Welcome, Billy.

-That butty's got your name on it.

-Thanks.

Dan represents the younger, pro-active faction of our group.

He was arrested for public disturbance.

I prefer to call it standing up for the rights of the ordinary working man.

-I'd like to shake your hand, mate.

-Sure. What is your trade?

I was a plasterer

until my boss said he couldn't afford to pay me the going rate.

What's the betting he got cheaper labour and they weren't British?

I've just had a Pole telling me how to slap paint on a wall.

An immigrant employed by the government to keep me, a British man in check.

It's outrageous.

He was rubbish. The place was in chaos, wasn't it, Billy?

-Yeah.

-And why? Because a black woman challenged his authority.

This is why this country's going down the nick.

All these races and creeds are fighting each other.

I've watched my father weep with humiliation.

How must that be for a man, knowing he can't provide for his child?

How desperate, how helpless must he feel?

I am proud of my dad.

Good for you, love.

He's had our family business swept from under his feet.

-Your inheritance, son.

-By people who don't belong here.

My parents raised me Christian.

Christian isn't a dirty word. I don't want to see harm come to anybody.

But I say each to their own.

Let them go back to their own countries and leave us in peace.

THEY APPLAUD

Our generation will turn things round.

We're not ashamed any more, we're angry! In fact, we're furious!

Yes!

Come on in, love. Don't be shy.

Hey, Imogen!

We're turning things round. Me and him.

I want to speak to you. In private.

-Oops, what have you been up to?

-Won't be long.

Dan's got so many girlfriends, I've lost count.

-What you said in there was complete crap.

-It's the truth.

You think you're so smart, don't you?

From where I'm standing you're a complete mess-up.

-You've got a criminal record.

-So have you.

But at least mine isn't for stealing a mascara from Boots.

-You are such a hypocrite!

-No, that's one thing I'm not.

I'm willing to stand up and be counted, no matter what it takes.

-You lied to us. You manipulated Starr!

-Open your eyes, Imogen!

We're letting these people walk all over us.

It's political correctness gone mad.

This is something I really believe in. What do you believe?

What gets you out of bed? What stirs your soul?

I believe that all people are equal.

-Don't laugh at me!

-Hey, I'm not. I'm not.

-I really like you. You and me could...

-I'd rather die.

You know what, babe, you're the loser.

No, I've got principles, and they're a million miles away from yours.

Much good they'll do you.

Margaret says do you want apple pie?

Billy, let's go back to the house.

I'll try to square things with Mr Jachowicz.

No, he's staying with me, aren't you?

You're just using him! He's not clever enough to understand.

I thought you said everyone was equal?

Come on, let's get a slice of pie.

Hiya!

You could have brought a mate home for tea. We've got plenty here.

-You've cleaned the kitchen!

-The whole house as well.

Nothing to be ashamed of now, eh?

Come on, get your chops round this.

The great British banger. You can't beat it.

I'm not really hungry.

Are you still worrying about the social worker?

It's going to be all right.

I made one mistake and I won't do it again. That's all I need to tell them.

Are you sure?

Trust me, I'm your dad.

Now, come on, it's getting cold!

KNOCKING

Can you smell beer?

No, just mints.

Look happy, yeah?

-That interfering cow!

-Who, Dad?

Her next door! I'm not letting no foreigner organise me.

-Mrs Tembe's not a foreigner.

-Of course she is!

Listen, son, there are things you don't understand yet.

But this is our country.

From now on, we're going to fight for the things that matter to us.

Mr Jachowicz.

How did your meeting go?

I didn't go to the meeting. I went to sort things out.

Dan was saying some terrible things about you.

Do you think he is the first?

I have been in this country for seven years and still I am abused.

Yet I struggle to find work like any other man

and I pay my taxes.

You shouldn't be apathetic, you should do something. People like Dan are dangerous.

-You walked off the job.

-What?

This constitutes a breach.

I have reported you.

That's not fair. I came back, didn't I?

You broke the rules.

What's going to happen to me?

That's for the probation officer to decide.

My only choice is to do the job I am paid for.

Sometimes life must teach us a hard lesson, Imogen.

Family therapy tonight, don't forget.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

I think we should cancel therapy.

Oh, not you as well.

If Dad's forgiven me, why do we keep going over it?

No, no, this is family therapy.

We can't start the healing process until we're all here.

I suggest we sit and wait for him.

I don't see why I should sit here and talk

when he's going to say nothing.

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