Decent People Doctors

# It's OK, I'm good Let's go!

# Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

# We bring the women And the cars and the cards out

# Let's have a toast, a celebration Get a glass out

# And we can do this Until we pass out... #

There's no way out, Darren.

You think you're different?

You think you're too good for us?

# Yeah, I'm in charge now I'm a star and I bought my cast out

# I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle

# Heidi and Audrey Now eat your heart out

# I used to listen to you don't wanna bring arms out

# I got so many clothes I keeps 'em in my aunt's house

# Disturbing London, baby We about to branch out...

# Pass out. #

Darren? What's going on?

Nothing.

-Did you get the milk?

-They didn't have any.

It's a regular league, every Wednesday night.

We started up two years ago, fourth division and last night?

Top of the first.

-Really?

-And yours truly scored the winning goal.

-Wow.

It was brilliant, absolutely brilliant, and in the dying second...

I've got to show you. Come on. Let's use this as the goal.

-You are the keeper. Over a bit.

-Oh.

OK, so I've scored three times against her already

in the top corner, so she knows where I'm going to put it, right?

I guess.

-Wrong!

-Oh.

-I nutmegged her.

-Ow, that sounds painful.

So you scored against a girl. How hard can that be?

-Best in the league.

-Yeah, a girls' league.

-You're such an idiot.

Can we stop talking about football?

You wouldn't have even scored if it had been against a man.

-You mean a boy.

-Is anyone listening to me?

I tell you what. As soon as we have a break, you and me outside.

-Penalty shoot-outs.

-You are so on.

You need more than that. You're all skin and bone.

I'm fine.

Birthday present.

My birthday isn't for three weeks.

Go on, open it.

Take it out.

We've been through this. I'm not carrying a knife.

What if you get attacked again? That was them just now, wasn't it?

That's why you didn't get the milk.

They didn't have any in the shop.

Why are you lying to me, Darren?

This is serious.

-I can deal with it.

-Like you dealt with it last time?

-A knife's not going to solve anything.

-Except save your life.

They're only picking on you cos of your size.

-It's not that.

-Then what is it?

You wouldn't understand.

What? Because you're younger than them?

-Because you're brighter than they are? Tell me.

-Just leave it.

Whatever it is, you've got to fight back.

-When I was your age...

-I'm not like you.

That's what you've got to do.

-Then they'll pick on somebody else.

-I am not carrying a knife.

This is not a discussion. You carry this with you at all times. That's an order.

This is really brilliant, George. I wish everyone was as conscientious as you.

-Just being a good neighbour.

-Some on your estate, you wonder whose side they're on.

This is really great. It will really help if we can catch the sods.

If you don't, I will.

Trying to show us up now?

No, not at all.

-I'm just....

-Just kidding, Rambo. No, we really do appreciate it.

Yeah, we do. You've got a lot of friends here, George.

-Thanks. Ee, aw.

-You all right?

Yeah. I just bashed my knee.

-Chasing those toerags, as it happens.

-Badly?

No. How's the family?

Oh, you know. Lurching from one crisis to the next. How's Darren?

-17.

-Tell me about it.

-Never listens to a word I say.

-They're all the same.

Debbie had a way of getting through to him, but...

I can't...

Why are women so much better at stuff like that?

-I don't know how you cope on your own.

-Yeah.

I got up Tumbledown. I'll get through this.

Oh, Dr Clay, you know George? George Arnott.

-No, we never met.

-How do you do?

-Dr Clay's our police surgeon.

-Why not let him look at your knee?

-No, it's fine, Sergeant.

It doesn't look fine to me.

What happened?

-Nothing, really.

-Ex-army. You know what they're like.

Don't be daft. Let him have a look at it.

I really don't mind.

Thank you.

My knees have been a mess for ages.

All that yomping across the Falklands.

-Yeah, I've heard about your exploits.

-You have?

-You're a bit of a legend round here.

-They exaggerate.

Right. So how did you do that?

Chasing a gang on one of the estates I patrol.

-Banged it off some iron railings.

-Sounds painful.

-Yeah.

AND they got away. I'll get them next time, though.

There's a bit of swelling, nothing too serious.

I suspect you've bruised it,

so take anti-inflammatories, few days off work.

Chance would be a fine thing.

Well, just try and rest it as much as you can, try and avoid high-speed chases.

I wish I could.

I spend all my time chasing these gangs.

Next time, call the police. Let them handle it.

They can't do anything. By the time they arrive, the hooligans have gone.

Well, just try and stay off it as much as you can.

Do you know what would help? Guns.

Guns? That's a bit extreme, isn't it?

Security guards in America have them. They're a great deterrent.

You show someone you've got a weapon and they give you respect, fast.

America's not exactly crime-free, though.

Do you think it's any different here?

These kids in gangs have all got weapons.

Our estate is rotten with them.

The only way to deal with violence is to meet it with a superior force.

Isn't that what the police are for?

You don't know these gangs. They don't have rules. They're vicious.

You don't know the half of it.

Actually, I do. I see it in here and at the hospital.

Decent people need to be able to defend themselves..

DISTANT SHOUTING

Mrs Tembe, what's that noise?

-Noise?

-That. What's going on?

-I-I do not know.

-Well, find out!

-I'll go. I think I know what it is.

-Whatever it is, get it to stop.

You moved off the line.

You don't even know the rules.

-The girly rules?

-What are you doing?!

-He's cheating.

-She moved...

-You can be heard in reception. Julia's on the warpath.

Will you do some work?

-I knew you'd cheat.

-You don't know the rules.

-I still won.

-You didn't.

-Yes, I did.

-What's going on?

-This is your fault.

-Me?

-Yes, you and Zara.

-You've got those two so wound up they can't see straight.

-What did they do?

You're like a couple of six-year-olds fighting over your toys.

I never said I wanted to be in your gang.

I didn't ask you if you wanted to be in my gang.

-I told you that you would be. It was my choice.

-Why?

Cos that's the way it is around here.

I need you to do something for me.

-I'm not spying on my dad.

-Why not?

-You think you're better than me?

-No.

You always did, just like your mum.

You know what?

I'm glad she's dead.

Leave me alone.

-You tell the police about me?

-No.

-Then why did they pick me up?

-I don't know.

-You'd better not be lying to me.

-I'm not.

Because you know too much. You could get me in a lot of trouble.

And that's not going to happen.

That was just a warning.

There are two types of people on this estate -

those who are with me and those who are against me.

-It's him!

-And sooner or later, the ones who are against me end up dead.

Oi!

It's only a matter of time!

Darren.

Darren? Are you all right?

I think you'll find the antibiotics will start kicking in in a few days.

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yes.

Some people can be a disappointment sometimes, that is all.

What do you mean?

I have always believed you should respect one another, no matter how you feel.

Oh, Julia?

Mrs Parsons?

-She was worried about the noise. You shouldn't take it personally.

-Oh, no, of course not.

Is there something else?

No, I am being foolish.

Thank you, Dr Carter.

I don't know how to use a knife.

You don't have to.

If they know you've got one, then they'll leave you alone.

You don't know these people.

I know bullies.

They're all the same. The moment you stand up to them, they back down.

And what if I get kicked out of school? If I get caught carrying a knife...

Then don't get caught.

No. I promised Mum I wasn't going to end up a criminal and a loser

-like everyone else on this estate.

-This is nothing to do with your mum.

Right. Cos we're not supposed to talk about her, are we?

-Don't.

-She understood.

I know you found it easier talking to your mum.

A lot of things were easier with Mum.

The day she died, I promised that I'd keep you safe,

and that's all I'm trying to do, Darren.

I don't want to find you bleeding to death on the street.

There's a war going on out there. Don't you understand that?

It's not a war.

Right.

Well, I obviously don't know what I'm talking about, do I?

So maybe...

you'd better speak to somebody who does.

Come on.

The whole thing was just a pointless, testosterone-fuelled waste of time.

Sounds like Daniel.

I shouldn't have let Kevin wind me up like that.

We all make mistakes.

Look, I tell you what. How about you fly solo this afternoon?

There's nothing difficult here. some repeat prescriptions,

-some check-ups. Nothing you can't handle.

-Really?

-Obviously I'll go through your notes with you afterwards.

-Thank you.

You deserve it. You've made good progress.

And it'll give you the edge on Kevin.

Every little helps.

Stick with me. We'll beat them yet.

I tell you what might help.

-If you made a bit more of an effort with your appearance.

-Why?

Because if you look smart,

it can help put you in a more organised frame of mind,

help you to think straight.

-Zara, please.

-I just think the whole lesbian student look

doesn't inspire confidence in your patients or colleagues.

Oh, and making myself into a sex object does?

Come on.

-I thought maybe you could tell him about some of the things you've seen.

-Er...

Here and at the hospital.

-Can we go, please?

-I want you to listen to this man.

You're bleeding.

Does it hurt?

-A bit.

-Do you want me to take a look at it?

-No.

-I don't mind. I can change the dressing at the same time if you like.

-That's if you don't mind leaving him with me?

-What?

-Well, you know, if you have to get back to work.

-Right.

Yeah, yeah, I'd better get back to work.

-Right, come with me.

-I'll see you at home, then.

Right.

Hey, don't forget your bag.

Thanks.

OK.

Your blood pressure's fine.

Are you sure you measured it right?

Yeah.

Have you done it before?

You don't look qualified.

Well, I am.

OK, theses migraines, you say you've been having them for a while?

-Years.

-And they're really bad?

Oh, horrendous.

-Um, how many units of alcohol do you drink a week?

-I beg your pardon?

How much alcohol do you drink?

It's none of your business.

Are you suggesting I'm an alcoholic?

-No...

-The cheek!

All right, what about exercise?

Do you manage to get any exercise?

Young lady,

have you have any idea how fit you have to be

to spend 25 years in the Paras?

-No.

-No, I didn't think so.

What has any of this got to do with my migraines?

I just need to look through your patient history.

This isn't some training exercise.

-I didn't say it was.

-Then can you just give me the prescription?

It doesn't quite work like that.

I may be a pensioner...

-but I pay my taxes the same as the next man.

-I, um...

I am not going to be fobbed off

with some slatternly student instead of a qualified medical professional.

I'm not a student. I am a qualified doctor.

Then stop messing me about

and give me a prescription for these beta thingies.

-I could give you a prescription for beta-blockers...

-Then do it.

It's not often done and I...

I don't care how often it's done!

I've been told they'll work and nothing else does!

He's so embarrassing.

He's your dad. That's his job.

He's always on about the war and the army and how tough you have to be.

-How does your mum feel about all that?

-She died last winter.

She had cancer.

I'm sorry.

So how did this happen?

It was an accident.

Knife?

Your dad reckons it was a gang.

He thinks everything's gangs.

I get the impression he's a one-man crusade.

Yeah, and he wants me to be a part of it.

Must be tricky.

It's not like I need any more pressure.

I'm doing my A-levels next year. Not that you'd know it the way everyone gets at me.

My... My mum died when I was eight.

My dad wasn't the easiest man to live with.

From what I've seen, your dad...

your dad's heart is in the right place. Maybe you should go easy on him.

Was it a gang that did that?

It's not really a gang. Just kids fooling around.

That's pretty serious fooling around.

It's just a...

thing they do when they want you to...

When they want you to do what?

Nothing. It's no big deal.

Well, it could have been.

Next to that is your brachial artery. If he severed that, you could have bled to death in minutes.

You've got to stand up to these people, Darren.

You sound like my dad. Why do I have to stand up to them?

I don't mean you. I mean the police.

The police can't do anything.

Not if you don't tell them.

They don't have to know I was here, do they?

Do you have to tell them?

-Not unless you want me to.

-I don't.

-OK.

-I just want everyone to leave me alone.

Can you tell me where the nearest chemist is?

Excuse me!

I said, "Can you tell me where the nearest chemist is?"

Oh, I...

I am so sorry. I did not realise you were talking to me.

You people are all the same, aren't you? Hopeless.

I beg your pardon?

The nearest chemist. Where is it?

I... Er, left out of the surgery and second street on the right.

Decent people shouldn't have to put up with this.

MUSIC: "Man Dem" by Chipmunk

Not here.

We'll follow.

-There we go.

-Thank you very much.

Mr Tidwell?

HE GASPS

Are you all right?

-Inhaler.

-Inhaler, please.

Yep!

There you go.

That's it. Just relax, Breathe deeply. Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

I should carry my own.

-You have an inhaler?

-Used to.

Haven't had one for years.

Why?

If you use an inhaler, you shouldn't be taking these.

The girl never said anything about that.

-The girl?

-At the Mill.

-A doctor?

She certainly didn't look like it.

Really? Well, I can't give you these.

They'd give you problems if you take them.

Very serious problems.

I knew she wasn't paying attention.

You need to go back to the Mill and tell them you use an inhaler.

I don't think I can go back there.

The way I was treated.

I'll give them a call and make sure you're looked after properly.

Promise me you'll go.

Yes, all right.

Thank you.

It's nice to see that at least some young people take a pride in their work.

That's it. Decided whose side you're on?

-I'm not on anyone's side.

-Why did you go to the police?

It's not like that - I saw a doctor.

You think I'm really stupid, don't you? You stuck up...

-I didn't tell them anything.

-Liar! Now you won't. I'll make sure you don't.

No way out this time.

You going to hide in there? Hold him!

I'll use it.

You sure you know how to?

At least you know which end to hold.

Darren!

Argh!

All right.

Call an ambulance, now.

Lift it up. I'm going to put pressure on it, OK?

Mrs Tembe, I just want to apologise for earlier.

I was very sharp with you.

The noise with Kevin and Freya.

-Oh, it's not that.

-It's not?

No.

Is it something else?

No. It is nothing.

-Good night, Mrs Parsons.

-OK.

Night.

PHONE RINGS

Can someone get that?

-Yes?

-Is this the Mill Health Centre?

-Yes, but there's no-one here at the moment.

-Apart from you.

-What?

-Well, obviously there is someone there because I'm talking to you.

-What do you want?

-A little professional courtesy would be a start.

And you are?

I'm a pharmacist at the Clements Pharmacy, Chanda Malik.

I have a prescription here by a Freya Wilson?

She's prescribed beta-blockers for a patient who uses an inhaler.

-Really?

-Obviously, I can't fill the prescription.

No, no, of course not.

Is this woman actually one of the doctors at the Mill?

Because the gentleman wasn't sure.

He wasn't exactly impressed by her.

Temporary. She's not permanent yet.

And you are?

Kevin Tyler. I'm a doctor.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise.

That's no problem. Yeah, you have every reason to be angry.

I'll make sure that Miss Wilson hears about this.

Thank you. Can you get her to ring me?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

First thing.

-Darren!

-You made me do this!

-Me?!

-I never wanted that knife. I never wanted to be in their gang.

That's why they didn't leave me alone. They wanted me to spy on you.

-They did?

-I said no. I was standing up to them, Dad, my way.

-I didn't know!

-I promised Mum this wouldn't happen.

-I'm sorry!

SIREN BLARES

I was just trying to toughen him up, make him strong,

stop them pushing him around.

Sounds like he was trying to be strong. His way, not yours.

And I wouldn't let him.

He wasn't strong enough on his own. No-one is. He needed support.

And now it's escalated. Look at where we are.

You were right. I should have gone to the police in the first place.

-Is he going to be all right, the boy?

-He lost a lot of blood.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I just wanted to stop people picking on him, keep him safe.

That's the problem with weapons, isn't it?

When someone carries them, eventually they use them.

-JULIA:

-'Mrs Tembe?'

-HESTON:

-'Is everything all right?'

RUDE PATIENT: 'Excuse me!'

'Mrs Tembe?'

'Is there something else?'

'You people are all the same, aren't you?'

'Is everything all right?'

'Mrs Tembe?'

'Decent people shouldn't have to put up with this.'

Lunch with the smugs? You can count me out.

-They're my family and you'll not show me up.

-I love your bathroom.

Thank you, Imogen, wish I could say the same about your hair!

Oxbridge?

Be lucky to get an ASBO at this rate.

We're having an intervention.

Excuse me, my friend.

You're no friend of mine.

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