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Average-looking?

You are a fine-looking fellow.

What else have you said?

Oh, Seretse, this is not good. Not good at all.

Of course you do, you have many fine qualities,

but when you are writing a lonely hearts,

you must select only the most appealing ones.

Trust in yourself and in others.

They will see the man within.

But as soon as you get a reply, you must call me.

There are a lot of women ready to take advantage

even of an average-looking man.

Mmm-hmm, well...

Yeah, well, if you can not call me,

I will call you.

What is your work number in Gaborone?

A-ha. OK.

Yes. Yes, I am fine.

I just miss you all, sometimes. That is all.

Yeah, well...

Yeah, I will try to take a holiday when I have more time.

DOORBELL RINGS

BANGING ON DOOR

Yes, someone is here.

Yeah, it is nothing. Just a noisy neighbour, that is all.

BANGING CONTINUES

No, I am quite sure. There is nothing to worry about.

Yeah, goodbye.

-TREVOR:

-Open up! Open the door.

BANGING CONTINUES

I know you're in. Just, please, open the door.

-Please, open the door.

-I have called the police.

No, no, please. It's Cameron.

He's through here.

Cameron?

Cameron, can you hear me?

-How long has he been like this?

-Two, three hours.

What is it? What's wrong with him?

-I do not know.

-You work in a doctors', don't you?

As a receptionist.

Can't you do something?

Have you called an ambulance?

-You think he needs an ambulance?

-He does not look very well.

Just call an ambulance.

I can't, our phone's been cut off.

Go to mine. Call from there.

Now.

Hey.

You are a lioness.

You are strong.

Show no weakness.

Like a lioness,

you have your pride

and that is a good thing.

You will be fine.

You should go.

Would you like me to go with you?

When I pay for my boiler to be serviced, I want it serviced.

You said you'd send my money back.

Let me answer a cliche with a cliche -

if the cheque isn't in the post, I'm breaking both your legs.

Severe diarrhoea for several hours.

This drip has tissued. Replace it with a bigger venflon.

What's going on?

He's dehydrated.

But that's not serious?

If we don't get some fluids into him.

Get bloods off, now. Full biochem and haematology.

-If you don't get some fluids into him, what?

-Peripheral shutdown.

-What?

-Mr Waterhouse.

His pulse is very fast and thready.

-BP 80 over nothing.

-Over nothing?

-Let them do their job.

-Venflon in?

Give it to me.

OK, open it up.

Oxygen up to four litres a minute.

Sats 98%. Let's get another blood pressure.

85 systolic.

Pulse slowing.

He's going to live.

Get up to anything interesting last night?

Early night. You?

-I went out and celebrated.

-Celebrated what?

My team won. What did you think I meant?

-Oh, look who it is. Zara?

-Yes?

Just wanted to say how stunning you look today.

-I look stunning every day.

-Morning, everyone.

-He's in a good mood, isn't he?

-Why wouldn't he be?

He doesn't know, does he?

Know what?

How lucky he is.

Don't trust him. He wants something.

What DO you want?

Everything.

All stable.

Just rest and rehydration now.

When did you notice he was ill?

He woke up about half three. Told me he wasn't feeling well.

And last night?

-He was in bed when I got home.

-And how about you?

-Excuse me?

-Did you see him before he went to bed?

Children are not indestructible.

As we've seen, a minor illness can become grave.

Check on him each night.

Before you go to bed stick your head round the door to see that he's OK.

Oh, great!

-I do your work for you so you can come and make a cup of tea?

-What?

-I've got Noel Bryant in my room asking for a flu jab.

-So?

So? We don't give flu jabs to 42-year-olds.

I'm going to have to now cos you said he needed one.

I'll have to put it in my notes and you'll need to explain it to Julia.

Sorry.

Cherry?

I've messed up.

How? What's happened?

It doesn't matter, but it's bad and Kevin knows.

-What about Zara?

-I haven't told her.

-Don't you think that you should?

-She will kill me.

Isn't it better coming from you?

I've got to get back to Mr Bryant.

Cherry? You won't mention it, will you?

Mention what?

The Kevin thing.

Or the flu jab.

I meant, mention what?

Sometimes, these doctors can be brilliant

but have no common sense whatsoever.

Anyone who knows anything about people...

Well, well people rather than sick people,

would never assume that this relationship is...

Just don't say it.

Have you eaten anything?

-You stupid girl!

-He should have told me he was asthmatic.

You should have checked his notes. If he makes a complaint, it could finish you.

I can't spend my life worrying about what patients will say.

Patients? What about colleagues?

What if Kevin or Daniel find out? If you think burying your head in the sand

-will make this go away, you're a fool.

-Then, I'm a fool.

Because I will not go crawling to anyone.

Sit down.

-What are you doing? Just pack it in.

-Sergeant Hollins.

A criminal?

A criminal with a broken arm, if he's not careful.

Calm down.

Remember where you are. This is a hospital.

I wouldn't want to mess with you.

Sit down.

We've had the results of Cameron's blood tests.

Severely dehydrated, as we thought,

-and he's got a gastrointestinal problem.

-Sorry, a what?

Hard to say before we get the results of the sample

but it looks like severe food poisoning.

From what?

Hard to say. What has he eaten in the last 48 hours?

Er...

Er, stew.

Oh, Cameron loves my stew.

You said that to her?

What else could I say after what she said to me?

She really called you "stupid"?

And "girl".

I don't know why I'm surprised.

-It's not even about me. It's about her and Daniel.

-You think?

She doesn't care about what's right. She just wants to win.

Not a bad person to have on your side.

Maybe.

-So, what you going to do?

-Absolutely nothing.

As far as I'm concerned, it never happened.

You still haven't told me what "it" is.

What "what" is?

I've arranged a meeting with Marcus Tidwell.

-Why?

-To apologise.

-No way.

-Mr Waterhouse.

-See? See what you've done?

You are upset.

Wouldn't you be if someone poisoned your son?

-Keep your voices down.

-I am not raising my voice.

-What were you doing giving him food?

-He was hungry.

-And I don't feed him?

-He was hungry so I fed him.

-I'm not having this conversation here.

-Where?

-Where, what?

-Where did you give him this food?

-At my house.

-In your house?

-Mr Waterhouse, calm down.

-Maybe you should listen to the doctor.

-Witch doctor!

-I'm sorry?

-I said, "WHICH doctor?"

-Did you hear what he said?

-Will you both be quiet?

-He's my son.

-You're not fit to look after him.

Right. Out of my ward, now.

The pair of you.

And you...

-Yeah, you thought that me and her...

-Do not say it.

-Out! Now! The pair of you.

-I'm not going anywhere.

Neither am I.

Fine, have it your way.

You stay away from my son.

You do not deserve him.

-And you're not his mother.

-You tell me, where is his mother?

-She left.

-She couldn't stand being around you.

Because she didn't want him.

What did you give him?

I ate the same thing and I am fine.

Yeah, you're probably immune, aren't you?

Bushmeat, was it? Come through customs in a suitcase?

It was jungle fowl.

Red jungle fowl.

Otherwise known as chicken.

From a supermarket in a carrier bag.

Well, whatever it was, you nearly killed him!

-Whatever nearly killed him was nothing to do with me!

-Let's just calm down.

Oh, Sergeant Hollins.

I work with Sergeant Hollins's wife at the Mill Surgery.

-He will tell you that I did not poison Cameron.

-Cameron?

Mrs Tembe? I need to have a word.

What's been going on?

-There is a sick boy in there.

-And the father thinks you're responsible.

Sergeant Hollins, I am happy to discuss this with you, but first, I would like to see Cameron.

The consultant has asked me to remove you.

And now I am removed. I just want to make sure he is all right.

I'm afraid that's not going to be possible.

Do you recall saying you would not want to mess with me?

Yes, I do. And do you recall saying that you are in a hospital?

Not the place for an argument.

Nice.

So, are we just going to stand here or shall we go in?

I could have died.

You could have killed me.

She's no more than a student.

-That's not quite true.

-I am actually here.

PHONE RINGS

Yes, and you've got something to say.

Haven't you?

Oh, I should take this.

Might be important.

-What do you want?

-Chatting up the old man, are we?

'Hoping he won't complain?'

You and Zara going to see a patient together.

-'Even you could manage a house call on your own.'

-Get stuffed.

I should complain.

There really isn't any need, but perhaps you're right about the standard of new recruits.

Her manners are appalling.

Well, she'll learn, given time.

It's easy for us to forget how young they are.

-Perhaps she was intimidated.

-What?

An older man. An authority figure.

She was probably in awe of you.

-Why didn't you say you were asthmatic?

-Freya!

If you'd told me, this whole thing could have been avoided.

Are we meant to trawl through patients' histories,

instead of trusting them to tell us what medication they're on,

and all in a ten-minute consultation?

You're blaming me? The patient?

-That is not what she meant at all.

-You should have told me.

You should have checked, shouldn't she?

Absolutely.

Maybe you should make a complaint.

So, are you going to put me in a cell, Sergeant Hollins?

-You are not under arrest, Mrs Tembe.

-That is nice.

You've done nothing wrong.

So, this is just a social chat?

I am not in the habit of drinking tea with married men.

I hope you have told Mrs Hollins.

Please, don't make this any harder.

Cameron needs me.

-He's got his dad.

-That man.

What about that man?

Nothing.

-This is not about him.

-I'm sure Cameron will be OK,

but if Mr Waterhouse does persist with his allegations,

we will be obliged to investigate.

-And if the medical evidence backs up his claim...

-Why would it?

That's why I said "if".

You think I have poisoned Cameron?

-No.

-My hygiene is second to none.

-I'm sure it is.

-My kitchen is as clean as my conscience.

You can come and check.

-That won't be necessary. But when it does come down to it...

-You do think I am guilty.

No, no, no, you need to be able to protect yourself.

It is not me that needs protecting.

And what does that mean?

We have no idea how Cameron is doing, and we are sitting here drinking tea.

Look, let me get you home.

-So you can check my kitchen?

-No.

Then I would rather go to the hospital.

Mrs Tembe, you are not going back to the hospital.

Initially, any complaint will be made to the practice.

Our practice manager will implement our own procedures.

The next stage is the local health authority,

and then, finally, the General Medical Council.

And if I did that and the complaint was upheld?

She could be struck off.

So, what would you like to do?

I don't want to destroy anyone's career,

but I do need to know that a lesson has been learned.

Of course. A lesson has been learned.

Hasn't it, Dr Wilson?

Yes.

Very well. I won't complain.

On one condition.

That I never have another consultation with her.

Of course.

I wouldn't let you see any other doctor, anyway.

From now on, Mr Tidwell, I want you all to myself.

You stay here.

-A "thank you" would be nice.

-After you've humiliated me?

Mr Tidwell was right. Take a lesson from this and move on.

-What about Kevin?

-He doesn't know.

-Tell me he doesn't know?

-Oh, he knows.

-Has he told Daniel?

-I don't think so.

Why didn't you tell me? I said this morning about them finding out?

-I won't let Kevin hold this over me.

-This isn't about you. It's me, as well.

I'm not going to beg.

No, you're not. What worked on an old man will work on a boy, too.

Zara?

Very funny!

Zara, come on!

Oh!

-You look better.

-Yeah, doesn't he?

And your lady's off the hook.

Excuse me?

Well, we still didn't have time to culture the bug

and even under the microscope, can be impossible to tell,

-but the patient, here, has his own theory.

-It was the jam.

-You don't know that for sure.

-I felt ill before I had the stew.

-Well, it was the last thing your mum left before she scarpered.

-When was that?

A year ago.

Right. So, this has got nothing to do with Mrs Tembe?

No, nothing at all.

Good. I'll let her know that Cameron's OK.

-How is he?

-Much better. Through the worst.

Thank you, Lord.

And you'll be pleased to know it wasn't your stew.

Apparently, it was some jam his mother made.

Poor lad. I'm sure it's been hard for the dad, as well.

Trevor loves his son.

That is good news. Good news.

Yes, come on.

Don't you knock?

Doing something you shouldn't be?

Like what? Giving beta-blockers to asthmatics?

Are you going to tell Daniel?

I think you should.

Phone the GMC.

-Maybe I will.

-Go ahead.

Sometimes...

..the moment gets to people.

-Not to me.

-Nor me.

But...if you're going to end up regretting it...

..there's no point doing it in the first place.

Now, you don't strike me as the sort of man who'd take the easy option.

No point if it's too easy,

is there?

-I had to walk back.

-Good.

-What did you say to him?

-Don't worry.

He was putty in my hands, just like Marcus Tidwell.

He SAID he wouldn't tell Daniel?

No, but he won't.

-How do you know?

-Experience.

Are you sure that I can't take you to your door?

Thank you. This will be fine.

-I understand, you don't want the neighbours to see me?

-I have done nothing to be ashamed of.

No-one has said you have.

But where there is smoke...

-I do not want anyone knowing what happened today.

-Of course.

And please, do not tell Mrs Hollins.

My lips are sealed.

-Thank you.

-Mrs Tembe?

My mobile number. If you don't want to tell anyone what's happened, but you want to talk.

Thank you, that is very thoughtful.

Chat you up, did she?

-Give you a flash of her smile. Those legs?

-No.

"What works on an old man will work on a boy." That's what she said.

I didn't chat Marcus up, Zara did.

She had him eating out of her hand,

and it looks like he wasn't the only one.

Please.

She's got you exactly where she wants you.

And you think she cares about you?

No, I know she doesn't. She just wants to beat Daniel.

So, are you going to tell him?

-Why not? It'd be the quickest way of getting what I want.

-But?

No point if it's too easy.

What's that supposed to mean?

-You really thought I was going to report you?

-Yes.

Well, I'm not.

-Because of Zara?

-You both assume that I'd go telling tales. I don't need to.

I'm going to beat you anyway.

-My team won.

-What?

You asked me why I was celebrating.

Football - my team won last night. They didn't need any favours from anyone.

Clean fight.

-Everything OK?

-Yeah, everything's fine.

OK.

-RECORDING:

-'Like a lioness

'you have your pride and that is a good thing.

'The female of the species

'is resourceful, tenacious and determined.'

It is me.

Seretse, I am coming home.

You'll pay for what you did.

You're going to wish you'd never come over here.

We've just got to forget about all this for a few days.

No. We have to forget about this for ever.

No wonder he got ill, eating your food.

You people haven't got the same standard of hygiene.

Putting on games kit,

explaining about the birds and the bees...

..supervising homework.

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