You People Doctors

ALARM CLOCK BEEPS

SHE INHALES DEEPLY

CAR ENGINE PURRS

DOORBELL RINGS

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Ah! Oh, Cameron!

I am glad you are out of hospital. Are you feeling better?

Yeah. Thanks.

I've, uh, got summat to say.

My dad's right. You're an interfering, old witch.

It's your fault I got ill. You're trying to poison me.

My dad says if you come near me, he's going to call social services.

You shouldn't be in this country. You should go back to the jungle, where you belong.

You told him to say this?

Why? You know I did not poison him!

The police are satisfied I did not.

It was not my cooking that made your son ill.

Haven't they told you?

-Haven't you told him?

-I don't care what anyone says.

I know it was that muck you fed him.

-Never mind the police and their reports, they're in on it.

-In on what?

Political correctness. Keeping down decent white people.

You're going to pay for what you did.

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

Mrs Tembe! How are you feeling?

Well, don't worry. Actually, you do sound awful.

Why don't I get one of the doctors to come round and see you?

OK, well, you get better soon, all right?

-But you slipped out before I was even up.

-Mmm, stuff to do.

Zara, I know the chances aren't good. One C grade embryo.

But a slim chance is still a chance.

-We know people who've beaten longer odds than that.

-Yeah.

You're right, we've got to be positive.

Thanks.

-Hey! Stop that!!

-You want us to stop? Come and make us, then.

'She's in? You didn't say she was in!

-'Come on, bring...'

-'Over here.'

-BOYS KICK AND CRUSH CANS

RATTLING AND KNOCKING

'Bring it over here.'

-KNOCKING AT DOOR

-'You old bat!'

-'Come on, open up!'

-BOYS CHEER

-'Yeah, get it in there! Ha-ha!'

BOYS SHOUT

-'Come on, then!'

-'Anyone home?!'

-BOYS KNOCK AND RING BELL

-'Come on then, open up!'

-'Whey!'

-POT PLANT SMASHES

'You want us to stop? Then go back home, you witch!'

-BOYS LAUGH

-'You tell her, Trev.'

BOYS CHANT: 'Go back home! Go back home!

'Go back home! go back home!

-'Go back home! Go back home!'

-'Yeah!'

'Go back home! Go back home!'

Go back home!

-Go back home!

-'All right, Cam?'

Good lad. You're learning.

SHE INHALES DEEPLY

SHE BREATHES OUT

SHE SOBS

Oh, nice!

'Oh, you filthy animal!'

-When you've got to go, you've got to go!

-'Look at her face! Ha-ha!'

BOYS LAUGH

KNOCK AT DOOR

Grace! Mrs Turnbull, can I speak to you, please?

I...I think there has been a misunderstanding.

-Trevor has accused me of -

-I know what you did.

Trevor told me. Nearly poisoned his little boy!

-I did not!

-Maybe not on purpose.

But it's no wonder he got ill, eating your food. You people haven't got the same standard of hygiene.

I mean, look at all this... You live in filth.

Trevor and his friends did this! They attacked me, threatened me!

-She's lying.

-You can't believe a word those people say.

You go to my church. I am part of this community.

The Church of England is for English people, and you lot have taken it over, just like everything else.

I go to church now, there's hardly any white faces there!

It's not your religion.

You ought to stick to voodoo or witch-doctoring or Rastas.

-Whatever's natural for you.

-I am a Christian. I would not -

-That poor little boy!

You could have killed him, and he's all Trevor's got! If you don't like it you don't have to stay. Go home.

-This is my home!

-No. It's not.

You people don't belong!

-You tell her, Grace.

-Well said.

-How is poor, little Cameron?

Better. Do you want to come in and see him?

-Have a cup of coffee?

-I was on my way to the shops.

Is there anything you need? I could come back and cook lunch.

It's no trouble.

ZARA GASPS

-I'll drop it in later.

-Cheers for that, Grace. It's really kind of you.

-Hey, Dan. You get 'em?

-Yeah.

-How?

-Mate of mine.

-I got some beers in all...

-Good.

-Can I have one?

-No, you're too young.

-Aw, let him have a sip, Trev. Won't do him any harm.

-No.

Hey, hey!

DAN IMITATES A MONKEY

-BOYS LAUGH

-BOYS: Ooh ooh, aah aah

Hey!

Will you help me?

Please!

-No, sorry, we can't.

-Please!! BOYS CHEER

-Ooh ooh ooh!

-Give us your light.

Ooh ooh ooh!

Oi, you! Chumba-wumba!

FIRECRACKER BANGS Arrgh!

BOYS LAUGH

-Hey. What do you want for lunch?

-Nothing. I'm not hungry.

-Come on, Zara. You got to...

What? Eat healthily? Keep my strength up?

You're eating for two. Well, one and a bit.

No, I'm not.

Pretty conclusive, huh?

QUIET KNOCKING

'Cameron. Leave that.

'Come on.

'Come and have your lunch. And wash your hands.'

-It's not conclusive.

-Want me to do another three tests to make sure?!

-It's too early. The tests aren't accurate -

-It's nothing to do with the tests. I KNOW!

I'm not pregnant.

OK, let's try testing in a week or so and then maybe -

You're not listening to me.

(OK, yeah.) Come on, let's get out.

It's a lovely day. We can talk about it.

Come on.

OK?

Blessed are ye,

when men shall revile you and persecute you,

and shall say all manner of evil against you, falsely.

For my sake rejoice

and be exceeding glad,

for great is your reward in Heaven.

We've been obsessing and we have to stop.

Focus on something else for a while.

Then, very calmly, take another test

-and if it's negative -

-Which it will be!

-Look, Zara, what I'm trying to say...

is that we've just got to forget about all this for a few days.

No. We have to forget about this forever.

And don't tell me there's still a slim chance and we could be lucky!

I wasn't going to.

I can't stand it, Daniel.

VOICE BREAKS: I can't bear it!

Day after day, kidding ourselves that there is still a slim chance!

-That...

-ZARA SOBS

..maybe...

..we might get lucky. I just want it to stop!

OK. All right.

All Right, all right. But...

-it hasn't failed, yet.

-Yes, it has, it has failed!

We tried and failed. This was my last chance to get pregnant

and it's gone. Over, finished!

And this is good, because now we know...

and we can deal with it.

If by chance we'd had a miracle child, what if there had been something wrong with it?

-That wouldn't have mattered. If it was ours, I'd have loved it.

-I can't guarantee that.

I...I can't say that I would have...

..loved...it.

And if you can't say that you would give unconditional love

to your unborn child, then you don't even deserve to try to get pregnant!

-So...

-SHE INHALES DEEPLY

..maybe this is for the best.

Because I wouldn't have suited being a blob,

giving up my freedom and my independence.

We can...we can deal with this

because we are young...ish,

and we have money, good jobs

and we have our (health)...

..and we can live life...!

Daniel...

Come here.

DANIEL SIGHS

ZARA SOBS

Thanks, Grace. That was great.

-It's a pleasure, love, see you soon.

-Mr Waterhouse.

-It's the Notting Hill Carnival(!)

-This has got to stop.

You should be ashamed of yourself!

What kind of example is it to set for your son?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-You've got a cheek!

Where does it come from? All this hate?

I do not hate you and I do not believe you hate me,

unless you are as ignorant and bigoted as your friends.

You hate the people who have treated you badly

and I would not do that to you.

-Get out of my garden.

-(Oh!)

So, it is all right for you to break into my garden

but when I do the same you do not like it?!

-You people live like pigs. Don't you dare blame him!

-She doesn't.

Shush, Cameron, love. The grown-ups are talking.

She didn't vandalise her own garden.

She didn't do any of that. It was us.

And Dan...

Mr Bowman, threw fireworks at her.

-And peed on her washing.

-Cameron, shut up!

-She was nice to me.

-I said shut up! D'you want a smack?!

Is this how you bring up your son? You punish him for being honest.

The boy is telling the truth!

If you do not believe me, why would you not believe him?

Oh, this is you people all over, isn't it?

Worming your way in. Ingratiating.

Trying to take his son away from him.

Whatever he's done, you deserve it!

I've got to go. But any help you need, babysitting or anything, just give me a call.

Cameron, go back inside.

-But...

-Inside. Now.

-What are you going to do?

Never you mind. She's right. You witch.

Turning my son against me.

Interfering.

How did I do that? By feeding him?

By looking after him when he was locked out of YOUR house?

-By getting him to the hospital when he was ill?

-SHUT UP!

Lord God, help this man.

TREVOR LAUGHS

Help all those who are misguided and vulnerable.

-Ha!

-Help those who have hate in their heart

to see the error of their ways.

And help me to be strong.

You can't use religion to justify yourself!

Why not? Warmongers and bigots do it all the time. And some of them have not even read the Bible!

-Well, the Bible says black people are inferior.

-Oh, really?

-Where does it say that?

-It's definitely in there.

You are ignorant.

You do not know the Gospel.

Jesus was born in the Middle East.

He is not English!

And it was a black man,

Simon of Cyrene, who carried Jesus's cross...

Cameron... Cameron, just go inside!!

I'm sorry.

Your son is more of a man than you.

You think that I want to take him away from you?

Turn him against you? I do not.

-I have never wanted that.

-Why not?

-Everyone else has taken everything from me!

-And you hate them for it.

But I do not hate you. And I do not believe you hate me.

When your child was ill

you asked me for help and I helped you.

Didn't I?

Didn't I?!

I am proud of who I am

and how I look.

I am proud of my country.

-And I just...just want to live in peace with my neighbours.

-All right!

You've made your point.

Trevor, you are entitled to believe whatever you want to believe,

even if it is wrong!

But do not inflict it on your son!

-Don't you criticise my son!

-I am NOT criticising him!

I am criticising YOU!

What have you taught him?

How to terrorise people?

How to vandalise property?

How to threaten and disrespect

another human being?

You said I was poisoning his body

but you and your friends, with your lies and your hate,

are poisoning his mind!

Sorry to trouble you on your sick leave,

I'm trying to find Mrs Branscombe's test results...

'They hadn't come in when I last checked.'

-MRS TEMBE SOBS

-Are you all right?

-'I...'

Mrs Tembe, is something the matter?

I'm coming round. I'll be there soon.

MUSIC PLAYS

Madame, may I interest you in a little glass of Pinot Grigio?

-Stop mucking about and pour!

-Mm-mm.

-SHE INHALES DEEPLY

-Mmmm.

Well, at least now I'm not trying to get pregnant, I can have a drink.

It's going to be OK.

-Yes.

-It is.

Even if we can't ever have a baby...

we've got each other.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

Thank you, Dr Carter, for coming.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Is this a special occasion? Are you celebrating something?

-Oh, this?

-A funeral?

No. No funeral.

What's wrong?

Mrs Tembe?

MRS TEMBE SOBS

So I'm finally going on this course, Effective Practice Management.

-Oh, sounds fascinating! Where?

-In Coventry.

Ha! Julia's sending you to Coventry?

-ZARA LAUGHS

-Some nasty conference hotel.

A nasty conference hotel with a swimming pool, sauna and steam room. I'm looking forward to it.

Ah. Hey, how about...

a romantic break?

-In Coventry?

-No! Further afield than that.

-Sounds good.

-We can go anywhere we like, do anything we like.

-It'd be good for both of us to have a break.

-Yeah, let's book it.

-Yeah.

It'd never have worked, you know.

Us, being parents.

Imagine us, dealing with some stroppy teenager, in 15 years' time?

-ZARA LAUGHS

-Putting on games kit.

-Well...

-Supervising homework.

So, to us.

-Just us.

-Just us.

But that's appalling!

But they are ignorant and they are bullies.

-But I dealt with them.

-How?

-It was my mother who helped me.

-Your mother?

Mm-hm. She died many years ago.

But when I was seven, I was bullied at school.

By some older children.

I was terrified of them. But she said to me,

"Do not let them know you are afraid.

"Look them straight in the eye

"and hold your head up,

"and they will back off."

And they did.

It worked then and it worked today.

Are you all right?

I feel...

polluted...

dirty.

It is not the fear. It is worse than that.

It is the anger.

Before today, I did not understand what it was to hate.

Now, thanks to them, I know.

They made me feel unsafe in my own home.

They destroyed my property. They humiliated me.

I want to hit them and hurt them for what they have done!

I do not like feeling like this.

I-I am not that sort of person.

-TV BLARES

-'...their battlefield...

-'..Stock car racing.'

-'...Clambering all over...'

'This is the story behind one stock car season.

'Last time, the opening battle saw Weymouth victorious...'

-Why didn't you call the police?

-How could I go to them?

They thought I had poisoned a child.

They questioned me, humiliated me!

-Decided you were innocent.

-It does not make any difference. I could not go to them.

It's a hate crime. You shouldn't accept it.

I do not think they will bother me again.

-That's not the point.

-It is to me!

Do you feel safe now?

I do not think I will ever feel safe in this country again.

You know, people say that Africa is a violent continent.

That there are warmongers, child soldiers and machete-wielding gangs.

But I have never felt so unsafe in Botswana

as I have in this country.

I do not want to stay here.

It's your home...

I thought it was.

My home, my neighbours, my community.

But they do not want me here.

My church...

Even the lady that does the flowers hates me,

she blames me for everything!

So, I do not belong here, after all.

-You won.

-I did not win.

I stopped them from harming me,

that is all.

But I did not change their minds.

They kept shouting,

"Go home!

"Go back to where you come from!"

And that is what I am doing.

So they have won after all.

I want you off my property. Now!

OK, but don't think that this is the end of it.

-Amanda's got some shelves that need putting up, haven't you?

-Cherry!

No worries, I can come around with my spirit level.

-Oh, no.

-Well, well, if it isn't nurse cleverdick.

Cynthia!

I wish you'd confided in me earlier or someone else at the surgery.

Dr Carter, I like to cope with things on my own.

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