Fresh Start Doctors

BABY CRIES

Please...

Sleep.

DOOR OPENS

-Sleeping on the job?

-Where have you been?

Out.

Till six in the morning?

Is that the time?

She's been up all night.

So, get your mum to help out.

She's asleep.

-Like I should be.

-Where WERE you?

-In HER car?

-So?

Where? I want to know.

If I walk out, I'm going home and I'm not coming back.

Why won't you just tell me?

Have a nice life.

Rizz?

Rizz, please!

DOOR BANGS

-ROB:

-Karen?

You're looking very casual.

I'm going undercover.

-Oh, yeah.

-Hmm.

Actually, it's a bit of a weird one.

I wonder what THEY'RE doing now.

At half past six in the morning? I'd rather not!

-Why are you going in so early?

-Hmm, you know.

Driver giving you a hard time?

No.

-So it's not so bad?

-I suppose.

Sorry. I'm...

I'm just feeling emotional. Maybe coming down with something. I...

I was just thinking how much things have changed.

Yeah.

BABY CRIES

I'm sorry.

It's her, my mum.

She gets me so wound up.

We'll move.

SHE SIGHS

I'm tired, babe, that's all.

SHE SIGHS

I love you.

But Rachel needs you.

We both do.

Please...

Don't go.

BABY GURGLES

Ah, that's what I like to see, Mrs Tembe.

-Oh, Mr Bellamy.

-Due care and attention being paid.

-It is our duty, Mr Bellamy.

-Nothing less, Mrs Tembe.

-Ah, good morning.

-Good morning!

Morning. Everything OK?

What?

Oh, yes, sorry, I meant to pick one up on the way in

but I haven't got any money until I get to the cashpoint.

HE SCOFFS

If he really wanted to buy a poppy, he would have done so by now.

I couldn't agree more, Mrs Tembe.

Leave it with me, Mr Bellamy.

I will gently point out the error of his ways.

Not too gently, I hope, Mrs Tembe.

Morning, all.

Oh, aren't you lovely?

Aren't you gorgeous?

Hmm?

She's hungry. Give her to me.

I'm afraid you're going nowhere until I've examined you.

-There's nothing wrong with me!

-Still, it's better that I check.

I haven't got time for this. I've got to go.

I'm afraid it's standard procedure before you're interviewed,

so the sooner we get on with it, the sooner you can go.

I don't care! I have to see my boyfriend.

At least let me call him.

Not until the arresting officer has spoken to you.

-BABY CRIES

-Oh! What is wrong with you people?!

You've been arrested for drink-driving.

And who says I was drinking?

SHE LAUGHS Why else would you refuse the breathalyser test?

Because I needed to feed my baby!

Are you going to let me examine you or not?

If you get me my phone.

BABY CRIES

KEYS RATTLE IN LOCK

DOOR CLOSES

FOOTSTEPS

-You made it, then?

-Yeah.

-Read the back story?

-Just finished it.

-Took me ages to write.

-I bet.

-This is nice.

-Hmm.

Are you going to make me one of those?

-Yeah, course.

-Thank you.

Please, babe. Come and get us and we'll go.

We'll take her car, some money and move out.

We'll be a family.

I love you.

Both me and Rach. I'm sorry.

Just call me as soon as you get this.

Please, babe.

Bye.

-Where do you think you're going?

-He's not picking up.

-We agreed that I would examine you.

-I have to go and find him.

-You're under arrest!

-But I need to get my baby home.

SHE LAUGHS

Well, you just said you were going to look for your boyfriend.

Is there someone else we can call?

Your mum?

She won't care.

OK, can you get up on the couch for me, please?

What is wrong with you?! I'm fine!

Laila? OK. All right. All right.

I feel sick.

OK.

-So what do you think?

-Yeah, it's good.

-No input?

-Don't think so.

Constructive criticism?

I can't think of anything.

Come on, Sergeant Hollins.

"Richard." I saw your notes.

OK, well, I think I'd be more a Rich or a Rick than Richard.

And while we're on the subject... "Sue"?

What's wrong with Sue?

I don't know. It just doesn't seem like you.

What IS me, then?

I don't know. I-I just don't think you would shorten your name.

I might, but I don't think you would.

-Anything else?

-Yeah. Two grown-up kids and a cat that died.

Why bother putting in that their cat died?

It was an important moment in our relationship.

Before the kids arrived, maybe,

but...you don't worry about pets afterwards.

-Is that right?

-In my experience.

It's probably just a detail.

In my experience it's the details that make or break

an operation like this. Come on.

Where are we going?

SHE BREATHES IN SHARPLY

OK.

Did it hurt before the crash?

No.

-The seatbelt...

-It could be bruised.

So?

Well, if it's all right with you, I'd like to do some tests.

For what?

-To check your kidneys.

-My kidneys?

But for that I need a urine sample.

-You're not going to find any drugs.

-I'm glad to hear it.

So you really think there could be something wrong?

I'm not sure. There could be an infection, but we need to find out.

The WPC will take you to the toilet and then onto your interview.

Great(!)

Oh! Does anyone feel hot?

-It is November!

-It must be just me.

Ah! Dr Tyler?

Poppy box, collection tin.

I'll make sure I get to a cashpoint.

Kev? Do you want to grab some lunch?

-I've got stuff to do.

-Really?

Yeah, I've got to get my car from the garage.

Great, I'll come with you.

-Do you feel cold now?

-Of course. It's November.

Dr Carter, would you like a poppy?

Um, no, thank you.

He is probably going to get something special.

You think so?

Oh, yes!

If you knew Dr Carter like I know him,

-his arrangement is probably going to outshine mine.

-Hmm.

Does anyone else feel...?

Oh, must be just me.

SHE GROANS

-What do you think?

-Yeah, nice.

-Really?

I love it.

No, you don't.

All right, I don't. But the last time you asked for my opinion...

What?

You didn't like it.

Didn't I.

What are we doing here?

Getting to know each other.

Our likes and dislikes...

Rick.

Rick...

What's wrong with Rob and Lyn?

What? Use our own names? Brilliant(!)

It's not like we're going to be using them much, anyway.

Well, what will we be calling each other?

I don't know. "Love"? "Dear"?

"Dear"? I don't think so.

Well, what would you prefer?

Oh, I don't know.

"Sweetheart"?

"Sweetheart"?

Are you serious?

I don't know. Am I?

Could I take these, please?

Thank you.

Let's get your mummy's sample sent off, shall we?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

-This is Laila's mum.

-Oh.

Thank God!

Come on.

Oh!

-Yes...

-SHE SIGHS

-Where's Laila?

-Emma Reid - police surgeon.

Oh, I am sorry. Jean Steel.

She's being interviewed.

I just don't understand this. Drink-driving, with Rachel there.

She was looking for her boyfriend.

BABY GURGLES

Oh, I heard them arguing this morning. I should have come down.

But?

It happens a lot.

Right.

Did Laila leave a bottle for her?

Yes, but I couldn't get her to take it.

No. It's mum or nothing with this one.

Little toe rag - going off like that when she's not well.

-Rachel?

-No, no. Laila.

She's been sick for weeks.

-Can we get you a cup of tea?

-No, thanks.

Would you show Mrs Steel and Rachel to the front desk for me, please?

Yes, of course.

Right...

Now, then.

Are you not hungry?

Bye-bye.

Swap those two round again.

No, back again.

I don't know, I think you were right first time.

-HE SIGHS

-You know, I don't think this is going to work.

What, don't you like scatter cushions?

No, you telling me what to do all the time. There's no give and take.

People might not think this is real.

OK.

Lyn, when was the last time you were in a long-term relationship?

What's that got to do with it?

Because I am. I know what I'm talking about.

Whereas you... And don't take this the wrong way...

I'm what? Come on, spit it out.

You just seem to be making it up.

Not all of it.

My cat DID die last year.

Right, sorry.

So what would you do? If you were in charge?

I don't want to be in charge.

But we are missing something.

Something bigger than scatter cushions.

What?

A room.

But we've done all the rooms - kitchen, bathroom,

all the bedrooms, this room.

Not every room.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-They're letting me go.

-Right.

Told you I wouldn't be over the limit.

-Where's Rach?

-She's with your mother.

Better go, then, hadn't I.

Laila?

I was thinking it may not be a kidney infection.

So?

So...I've done another test.

Three hours late.

Beats 15 years. What does she want me for if you're here?

How about to look after your daughter?

Oh. Like you're an expert on that(!)

Too late to start playing the good mum now.

-What's she doing driving, anyway?

-Looking for you.

-Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?

-Baby!

Right, let's get you home.

That's not what you said on the phone.

We're going to go and stay at Rizz's.

-In a bedsit?

-First, we need to get you to the hospital.

-To the hospital? What for?

-Nothing. I'm fine.

-Come on, then, let's go.

-I'll take you.

What, she just tells you to do something and you just do it?

Fine. Do what you want. I'm going.

Rizz?

Rizz, please!

I'm pregnant.

Here she is. We're back in business.

-Can we get some lunch now?

-PHONE RINGS

-Yeah, I'll just nip to the cashpoint first.

-No, wait.

-What?

Aran.

Hi.

Oh, no. I can't.

Because, um...Kevin's cooking.

Yeah. He's really looking forward to it.

-Aren't you?

-Am I?

Yeah! Yeah, love a bit of cooking, me.

-Rizz?

-Get your hand off me.

-You tell me in front of her?

-I just found out.

And now she thinks she's going to be involved?

No. No.

It'll be you, me, Rach, the baby.

-We'll move out. We'll be a family.

-Who's going to pay for all that?

-But she's still breastfeeding.

-It is still possible.

-We're going to need a bigger place to live.

-What?

Rizz's is too small.

Yeah, like you said, a bedsit.

You want your mum to find you somewhere to live?

Sorry, what's it got to do with you?

-I need to make sure that Laila gets checked out.

-I'll sort it!

Make sure you do.

-Laila needs a scan.

-She doesn't want one.

Laila, you need to get to hospital.

-She doesn't want to go to hospital.

-Go to hospital...

and then I'll see what I can do about finding you somewhere to live.

-Here we go.

-She's been in a car crash because of you.

-Mum!

And what about your daughter? You've not even looked at her.

Say goodbye.

What?

You can talk to Laila on the phone. Come on.

MOBILE PLAYS

Karen had me doing all this stuff about a year before Jack came.

-Now you've thought of it, it's obvious.

-Right.

All done.

No, it's not quite.

If we've already got two children, where are all the family photographs?

Do you think you could find one we could use?

I've ordered a taxi for them.

I should never have let him into our house.

You only did what you thought was best.

Except that it was me who wrecked it in the first place.

What do you mean?

Jean?

I can't help if you won't talk to me.

I had Laila when I was 16.

I gave her up.

She went into care.

Got back in touch when Rachel was born.

So you've only known her for six months?

I asked her to move straight in.

-And him?

-Part of the deal.

He comes and goes. Or Laila said she wouldn't stay.

And you said yes?

What was I supposed to do?

And you really believe she's safe with him?

-I can't stop her.

-You can try.

How?

You've given her a home, security.

Where else is Rachel going to get that?

Excuse me. Dr Reid?

How long have you known me?

Five, six years.

Then she turns up and I'm out the window.

You think she cares about you? She doesn't.

She just makes you feel guilty and chucks money at you.

What? So you're saying we shouldn't take money?

I think we should get away.

You want to move away?

Move away, travel.

-But I'm pregnant.

-So?

And what about Rachel?

She can come with us.

-And the new baby?

-Just sort the money out.

Just give us the money and we'll go.

Go where?

-I don't know. Travelling.

-Travelling?

You're pregnant.

-So?

-So...

you need to look after yourself.

At least go and get yourself checked out.

-The doctor said...

-Just give us the money.

Promise me you'll go to hospital.

All right.

-And what about Rachel?

-What about her?

The doctor thinks she needs me in her life.

-What you doing?

-Oh!

Scared me to death. Nothing. What are YOU doing?

I've come home sick. What's your excuse?

Oh, you're sick? What's wrong?

Don't change the subject.

-How's this hush-hush thing going?

-Oh, it's not really working out.

I think I might talk to my Inspector.

And get taken off?

Might be best.

Hmm. Well, whatever you decide.

-Where are they?

-The taxi's been and gone.

-I'm looking after Rachel.

-While they're at the hospital?

For good.

Well, what else could I do? Laila said they're going travelling.

-Whilst she's pregnant?

-That's what I said.

-"How are you going to look after Rachel?"

-Tell her not to go.

Like she'd listen.

-Was this his idea?

-No. Mine. Yours.

Mine?

A proper home. Security.

You said I can give that to her.

I didn't mean without Laila.

But if I can give Rachel what she needs...

She's not your child.

She's Laila's. Her responsibility.

Taking that away, taking Rachel,

it's just going to make everything ten times worse.

For you, for Laila, for everyone.

Just because you said I'm cooking doesn't mean I actually need to cook.

-You might as well.

-You think?

Apparently, I'm cooking.

And are you going to be wearing a poppy while you do so?

I didn't get to the cashpoint.

Sorry.

You... You have nothing to be sorry for.

That's good.

Because you are wearing a poppy.

-Any problems, give me a call.

-OK.

Amazing.

What is?

Just getting to that age and still being so strong.

That is national service for you.

-Excuse me?

-It gives a young man backbone.

Is this about me not wearing a poppy?

-Still not got one?

-Yeah, because at lunch...

-If he doesn't want to wear a poppy, he shouldn't have to.

-No, I just...

I am more than happy to make a contribution

without wearing a badge to say that I have.

-I'm not asking you to wear a badge.

-That's what a poppy is.

-Dr Carter!

-People don't wear poppies to commemorate the dead,

they wear them to stop people shaking tins at them.

I won't be wearing a poppy this year

-and I respect Kevin's right to do the same.

-No, listen...

Freedom of conscience is what the young soldiers died for.

I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself.

-Thank you. That's exactly what we're asking for.

-No, it's just...

-Fine.

-Fine.

-Fine!

I just haven't had the chance to get to the cashpoint.

I don't think I can do it, Rizz.

Relax, OK? It'll all be fine.

But Rach?

She can't come with us, can she?

But you said...

I could see how worried you were.

We don't know where we're going to be.

We could work something out.

Up all night. Asleep all day.

How's a kid fitting into that?

No-one's saying it's for ever.

We've been through this. You and me.

And the baby?

What?

You, me and the new baby?

Aren't there doctors here?

Rizz!

MUSIC: "It's Oh So Quiet" by Bjork

Hello? Anybody in?

Lyn?

I'm up here.

Rob.

Not bad, Mrs Tembe.

Not bad at all, Mr Bellamy.

I must say everyone has been very generous.

Glad to hear it.

Lend us a fiver.

-I've only got a ten.

-That'll have to do, then.

Are you not going to take a poppy?

Come on.

Can we stop at a cashpoint?

-Are you serious?

-Yeah.

He said the baby's fine. The scan...

-We're not having a new baby. Not now.

-Why?

-We're too young.

-My mum was 16!

-Yeah, and look what happened.

And we're about to do the same thing with Rach.

Giving her a better life. Not putting her in care.

But we're her mum and dad.

And we'll come back for her.

And have another? A brother or a sister?

Come on.

It isn't going to work.

You can't just run away.

You did.

-Rachel needs YOU.

-Let's go.

-We'll come back for her.

-Really? Did he say when?

-Shut up. You don't even know me.

-Oh, I know you better than I want to.

You have a child.

-Be a father.

-You what?

Or run away.

When are you going to get it in your head? We're not running away.

-We just don't want kids.

-Is that right?

BABY GURGLES Don't you want children?

We're not saying never, are we?

Rizz?

Have a nice life.

Rizz, please.

Bye.

SHE SOBS

Come on.

I moved the scatter cushions.

You didn't have to.

That's amazing. How did you manage that?

I pulled a few strings down at the station.

Thanks, love.

Now all we need is a baby of our own.

If this goes according to plan,

we'll find out where he's operating from,

where he's keeping the children. Kick-off's at seven.

Look who I found lurking in reception!

-I wasn't lurking.

-Aran!

My partner died...

a few months back.

Don't you think you're being a bit full-on?

I know what I'm doing, Rob.

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