The One That Got Away Doctors

Keep the change.

-An hour ahead of our ETA.

-Right, no need to rush, then.

In a month's time, there won't be any need to rush, Trace,

but for now, every second counts.

I'll get these then, shall I?

It's the last time I'll do this. It's hard to believe.

What, stapling?

Well, why don't you take the stapler as a little memento?

Really?

Oh, thanks, Karen. It'll bring back so many happy memories!

Welcome back, marathon man. How did it go?

-Good, yeah. Under four hours.

-How are your legs?

Pulled a muscle.

Little bit of stretching, I should be good to go.

I'm going to miss all this!

What does this say to you?

Um, what's it meant to say?

I dunno.

Smart but casual...

sophisticated yet unpretentious...

..desirable...

available.

Yeah...

It says all of those things.

You're all right with the pink?

Actually, I think the shirt's fine.

I just wonder...if this jacket might suit you a bit better.

Yeah...

Yeah, good call, good call.

The old magic hasn't deserted me yet. Poor girl doesn't stand a chance!

Hey, listen, it's going to be Christmas soon,

Jack and Immie will be gracing us with their presence.

I shall have to dust off their Christmas stockings.

Ah, that sounds lovely.

Never too old to play big mother hen!

Course, I'll just be on my own, now that mum and dad have passed on.

Oh...well, I mean, I wouldn't mind a bit of peace and solitude.

No squabbling, fighting over the remote, clearing up after everyone!

Maybe we should swap places, then?

I mean, you wouldn't have to put up with the Christmas tree

shedding all over the place, tacky decorations.

You don't have to bother with that palaver.

-What do you mean? I love all that.

-Really?

Hey, I could do the decorations here, today.

My parting gift to The Mill!

There you go. Knock yourself out.

Hello, stranger. How was it?

Good.

Three hours, 57 - not bad for a beginner.

Mm, congratulations!

Cherry leaving me was the best thing

that ever happened to me, I was fit before, look at me now, eh!

Yeah...look at him now.

I would recommend that

you lay off the enchiladas next time, Miss Pritchard.

OK, bye!

Unmistakable.

The same sense of humour and that gorgeous smile.

Even after another 30 years, I'd still recognise you.

These are for you.

Ah! Oh, right...

they're...lovely. I don't know what to say.

Maybe I should start with, "Who are you?"

Only your first love...

or your first fumble!

You are Karen Teale?

I w-was... I am...

You probably don't recognise me in all this designer gear.

In 1983, my idea of sartorial elegance

was stonewash jeans and a white T-shirt.

Andrew Ridgeley eat your heart out!

Ah! David Jesson?!

The very one.

Unbelievable. How long's it been?

Best part of 30 years.

So what brings you to Letherbridge?

Well, you, of course.

-Me?!

-Yeah.

I'm taking you out to lunch.

Erm...it's my colleague's last day.

I mean, I'd love to but maybe another time?

Alas, time is a luxury I don't have.

You're not staying in Letherbridge long?

I'm not staying alive long.

# Ah emptiness and loneliness and an unlit Christmas tree! #

Ooh! Ah.

Oh, dear.

Sorry, I think you've taken a wrong turn. This is the staff room.

I'm from the patient group. 12.30 meeting with Mr Bellamy.

Ashley Mackintosh, very pleased to make your acquaintance.

Valerie Pitman.

-Got yourself in a bit of a pickle...

-Yes.

-Shall I...?

I feel as if I know you already, actually.

Your name comes up a lot!

-Sorry?

-With the patients.

Much praise for your sterling work on reception.

Mrs Garrett said that your interest in her case was quite extraordinary.

Oh, lovely. I do like to ask questions.

Keep up the good work!

I wish I could. Today's my last day.

Oh. You'll be sorely missed.

Bit early, aren't you, for your meeting?

I always allow bags of time. The 187 is notoriously unpredictable.

I get that bus myself, occasionally.

Of course the 360 offers a much more direct route

but the 187's a lot nicer, isn't it?

Much more scenic, and a bird's-eye view from the top deck.

It's great for people-watching!

I sometimes take a packed lunch with me, make a day of it.

I've often wanted to do that but I've never had the nerve!

You know, what with the "No Eating" sign.

Call me a rebel!

THEY LAUGH

Oh, shall we try something different?

-I'll hold this and you rotate, you know, to the right.

-Ah!

-Oh, er... Stop!

-Erm...

-Oh.

-Oh!

The size of an apricot.

If the quacks had caught it a year earlier

they might've been able to operate

but...now I've got a ticking time bomb on my frontal lobe.

David, I am so sorry.

C'est la vie.

You seem so accepting of it.

Well, on my good days. So how about this lunch?

My hotel, it's got a fabulous restaurant.

I've taken the liberty of booking us a table.

I'll see you there. Two o'clock.

# Ta da! # Isn't she gorgeous?

A guardian angel, to look out for you all...

..now that I'm not able to!

Ah! It's great.

Be brave, Valerie, be brave. I must remain professional to the end.

I haven't even thought about Secret Santa!

No, you're all right. I don't think anyone's that...

-Just the job.

-..bothered.

Is there no end to your talents?

Let me guess - Secret Santa?

Part of my creative legacy.

Valerie, could do with a hand, actually, if you're not busy?

I'd be delighted!

Great, I'll leave you to it.

Consider me your number one elf!

Those were the days, eh?

Gliding along Broad Street, not a care in the world.

Do you remember when I sneaked you in the Rum Runner?

I went weak at the knees at the sight of Simon Le Bon!

Have you still got the restraining order?

I only wanted to touch his hair.

So you followed him into the gents!

Oh, not for me, thank you. I've got house calls this afternoon.

Oh, come on! A few more bubbles won't hurt.

Where does the time go, eh?

It seems like only yesterday that we were messing about.

Yeah, what about you? Have you got any kids?

Oh, well, not that I know about.

No, I worked hard and played hard. No time for a family

but if I'd have met the right woman at the right time,

things could've been very different.

You know what, I've often regretted my hot-blooded impatience.

If I wasn't in such a hurry to move our relationship on,

then maybe you wouldn't have nipped it in the bud.

As I recall, you went behind my back with Laura Loose-Knickers.

Ah...you gave me my marching orders!

-I was devastated.

-Ah.

Such a shame that our little affair didn't...

blossom into something more meaningful.

Erm, did I tell you about my two reprobates?

Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm going to be a blubbering mess by the end of the day,

so I just wanted to say my big farewell now.

I know it's only been a few weeks

but I've come to think of you as a sort of family.

There's big brother Howard, little sister Mandy,

dear cousins Jimmi and Emma and of course Great Uncle Heston.

When the PCT let me go, I didn't think I'd be that happy ever again

but I have been and that's down to you lovely people.

Oh, we've had such amazing times.

So, I've prepared a few special words

because I'd like to thank you all in turn for...

well, just for being you.

Mandy Marquez - you're my little ray of sunshine.

Never in my wildest dreams

did I ever think I'd have a lesbian bessie mate and yet here you are!

And here I am - your devoted fag hag!

Oh, thank you, that was delicious.

Nothing but the best for Karen Teale.

-Hollins.

-Dessert?

Oh, no, no, sorry, I've got to go.

It's been...really special.

-Oh, stay a while longer.

-I can't, I've got those house calls.

What, a few dotty OAPs fretting about their blood sugar?

-My need is greater than theirs.

-Your "need"?

Why don't we take the bubbly upstairs

and continue our unfinished business in a little more comfort?

Er, no, thank you.

-Gotta make hay while the sun shines.

-Actually, it's quite overcast.

Let's not be coy, Karen.

I can read the signs -

that flirtatious laughter, those come-to-bed eyes.

-We both want the same thing.

-No, no, you've got the wrong...

It's never too late for a last hurrah.

I'm married.

What he don't know won't hurt him.

What about your wife?

My wife?

She'd be perfectly happy for you to join me upstairs.

I beg your pardon?

Well, we have no secrets. That's her, over there.

When I was made redundant,

it was like being cut adrift from everything I knew.

I was all at sea, nothing ahead of me

but the tidal wave of long-term unemployment...

..and then you saved me from those choppy waters.

I think of The Mill as my faithful little rubber dinghy...

..which is why it's so painful...

..being thrown overboard!

This woman is an open wound.

I love you all so much!

Come on, be a sport.

It's not like we're going to see each other after today, is it?

-Let's make it a special goodbye.

-No, thank you.

If it's Tracy you're worried about, don't be.

She'll tell you herself.

Tell me what?

Well, she organised all this on my behalf.

She's the one who tracked you down.

David, are you trying to get me involved in a threesome?

Well, of course not. That wouldn't be appropriate.

"Appropriate"?! None of it's appropriate.

You might have relaxed the rules of your marriage but I haven't.

This is nothing kinky.

Tracy just tried to help me sort out the loose ends.

-Is that what I am? A loose end!

-I didn't mean it like that.

I know all about bucket lists but I never thought I'd be on one.

Goodbye, David.

No! No, no, I think it was really lovely.

Really personal.

-Hi.

-Hello...again.

Have you forgotten something?

Er...yes, my scarf.

You're wearing it.

Oh, yes, so I am.

-Was there anything else?

-Actually, yes.

I wondered if you'd like to join me for dinner tonight?

I know this super little bistro

-and it's just a hop and a skip from our favourite bus route.

-Tonight?

Yes, if it's not too short notice?

Well, that...is very short notice.

That's...

No, I don't think I can agree to that

cos I have a lot of things to think about, you see,

and that isn't one of them.

Have you made other plans?

Yes, I have, as it happens. I'm...washing my hair.

Oh, I see.

Well, I just thought I'd ask...on the off-chance.

Goodbye.

It's nothing!

I thought you were having one of your turns.

-Why did you have to ruin everything?

-What d'you mean?

Well, it was off-putting, you being there!

I was keeping an eye on you. You could've had a seizure.

Karen would've helped me. If only you'd let her.

Do you want me to die wretched and empty? Is that what you want?

No, of course not.

Well, go and get Karen. Talk her into my bed.

Now!

Excuse me, Karen?

I'm sorry about David.

It's the tumour it makes him a bit irrational.

You must be very tolerant.

I just want him to be happy.

Even so, I mean, he's your husband.

-What would you do?

-I would give him what for.

He hasn't got long left.

I know that and...

I can't even imagine what you must be going through.

He's always been really faithful, in the past.

We're not on some national tour of his ex-girlfriends.

-You're the only one he wanted to see.

-Really?

You were his first love.

I'm really sorry, for David, for you...

but I can't give him what he wants.

I understand...

I just don't know what to do when he's like this.

It was all too sudden. I barely know him.

That's the point of a date! You know, you get to know someone.

Ashley really likes you.

He might pretend to but I don't know what his game is.

Come on, all day you've been banging on

about how lonely you're going to be

and then you meet someone who you've got loads in common with,

and what do you do?

Tell him to sling his hook!

I'm just not ready for that sort of thing.

Well, when will you be ready

because if you end up being miserable and lonely,

you'll only have yourself to blame?

I thought you were my friend?

I am your friend.

Ashley's number.

-Phone him.

-No, I can't! Not now.

He's a really, really nice guy.

And how often d'you meet someone like that, eh?

You didn't expect me to sleep with him did you?

I didn't know what to expect.

Look, could you tell him

that I'll always be grateful for the time that we had together.

It would be great if you could tell him that yourself.

Really not a good idea.

I know that you're in a hurry and I know that nothing can happen but...

if you could just go up to the room...

and say goodbye on better terms it would mean so much, to both of us.

MUSIC: "Come on Eileen" by Dexys Midnight Runners

KNOCK ON DOOR

Total mix-up -

Tuesday is actually my hair-washing night,

so I do have a bistro-shaped window in my social calendar.

Not that I only wash my hair once a week!

My personal hygiene is top-notch, actually!

But...

Six o'clock?

Yeah, that's perfect.

See you then. Bye.

You have to leave the past alone...

especially unfinished business.

I'll always have happy memories of the time we spent together

but memories shouldn't be tainted

by...sordid carryings on in a hotel room, 30 years later.

What are you doing?

It's a fun little game.

-I'm going to teach you the rules...

-Oh!

-Oh!

Oh, great(!)

Let's get you out of those wet things, shall we?

Cut it out!

-I've got my pepper spray!

-Oh!

Uh!

Ow!

David?

< Oh! Tracy!

Oh, he's fainted.

How long's he been out?

About a minute.

This is happening almost every day now.

-Alcohol doesn't help.

-Yes, ambulance, please.

He'll be round in a moment. No need to call the paramedics.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah, I'm positive.

Sorry, false alarm.

Yeah, I'll leave you to finish what you started.

What?! You think that...?

He got carried away.

HE GROANS

Did I...?

Did we...?

Course we did, big boy!

Champagne...must've gone to my head.

So, er...

So, how was it for you?

Um, well, put it this way,

I never knew that Letherbridge was on a fault line.

Ah, ha-ha! The earth moved, eh?

MOUTHS

Where did you go on your holiday - Guantanamo Bay?

-Sorry?

-You look awful.

-Yeah, I ran a marathon.

-Why would you do that?

Health, fitness, mental agility - all-of-the-above.

If you're hell-bent on destroying yourself

there are quicker routes than energy drinks

and this over-indulgence in exercise.

I guess we're not reading the same research.

-You should go easy on him.

-Just a friendly bit of advice.

You don't know what he's been through. He's doing the best he can.

Hm?

-You take care now.

-Oh, don't worry about me. I've had a good life.

And you are VERY lucky to have Tracy. She's a gem.

Yeah, she is, isn't she?

This is her special time too, remember that. No more shenanigans!

After today, I'm a one-woman-guy.

Make a fuss of her, won't you?

In the time you have left, she deserves it.

Karen?

It was worth the wait wasn't it?

Yes. It was worth it.

Yo, any news on that referral?

Yeah.

-Thought so.

-Anything else?

-No, cheers.

So, what happened to make you such a nut job?

Come again?

Well, in my experience, a pathological obsession with running

is usually the result of a deep psychological trauma.

I don't think that's any of your business!

Just a boring mid-life crisis then, eh?

Shame.

I had you pegged as something way more original.

OK, how about my wife sleeping with my best mate?

Is that original enough for you?

Ooh, I take it all back.

Yeah, you've got every right to run yourself into an early grave.

I tell you what, I'll organise a whip-round.

We'll buy you a treadmill, hasten your demise.

It's a nasty way to go, though.

Anyway, we're out of low-fat spread and cheese.

Bye. Bye. Bye-bye.

Oh, look at you, you're all dolled up?

Is there a leaving do that somebody hasn't invited me to?

She's got a hot date!

You kept that secret.

It's all rather spur of the moment.

I haven't even rehearsed what I'm going to say!

Well, I'm sure you'll think of something - you usually do.

Oh, good luck, and stay in touch?

Try and stop me!

Sorry, I've had a day of sad goodbyes.

There.

Mustn't keep my man waiting.

Oh, no!

Don't forget Secret Santa!

My legacy, to you!

So you didn't really tell me what happened?

Eh?

Your little rendezvous.

Oh, that.

Well, you know, it was perfectly pleasant, I suppose.

My mind's a bit of a blank, actually.

I know one thing, though...

..she's not a patch on you.

But then, no-one could be.

You old charmer!

Today's put everything into perspective.

I mean, I've been a lucky bloke,

knowing so many beautiful women in my life but...

my biggest stroke of luck was marrying you.

I started running long before me and Cherry split up.

I rest my case.

Is that...?

Is that whisky?

It's after six.

What d'you mean, "I rest my case"?

Well, you know, I don't imagine your missus likes playing second fiddle

to a pair of running shoes.

Mm.

Your jogging obsession drove her into the arms of another man. Am I right?

Or was that your intention?

Had you had enough of the soft furnishings and home-cooking, hm?

Just think, if she hadn't strayed from the marital path,

you'd still be there...

still be wondering, "Is this it? Is this my happily ever after?

"Is this as good as it's ever going to get?"

You know something?

Enlighten me.

I've met some...chronically rude and insensitive people in my time...

-..you're in another league!

-HE LAUGHS

I'll drink to that!

THEY LAUGH

Do you know why I became a doctor?

-Sadism?

-THEY LAUGH

Hey, don't you dare pick on me - I've got a superiority complex!

THEY LAUGH

"Give...

"..and it shall be given unto you."

Are you going to tell her?

-Why should I?

-Cos she's your sister.

He was IRA...

served time for the murder of a British officer.

Thought I'd find you here.

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