Fizz for Breakfast Doctors

-Just coffee and toast will do me.

-Sorry, coffee and toast is off.

-I just bought some!

-It's off!

This morning we are serving a breakfast burrito

and a glass of Buck's Fizz.

Oh, Sash, I can't!

Yes, you can. It's your new year's resolution.

I don't remember saying anything about burritos specifically.

Your resolution is to have fun.

And to do everything that Vince wouldn't want you to.

-Like eating weird breakfasts.

-Exactly!

Look, I know it's tough, but that's why I'm here.

It'll help with the hangover.

Ah! You're not going to eat that, are you?

Oh, get this!

Today statistically is the day that most people give up

and break their new year's resolutions.

It's National No Willpower Day.

I take it you didn't make any.

Trying to change your life based on an arbitrary date is pointless.

And the fact that people can't even make a week...it's pathetic!

My resolution is I'm going to learn a new word every day.

How very temerarious of you.

What?

Oh, look. Mandy's diet's already down the pan.

What? I'm not on a diet.

Are you sure?

No. Yes. Why are we even talking about this?

New year resolutions.

Oh. I didn't make any.

Oh, come on!

What?

I'm disappointed.

You're exactly the kind of person who buys into this nonsense.

Yeah, well, not this year.

Really?

What are yours?

I think I might start washing my hands after I've been to the loo.

Good girl.

What's this?

We're phoning in sick.

What? Sash, I can't.

Yes, you can. I've already phoned my boss.

You're not going to make me spend the day on my own?

No, but... we get really busy in January.

That's why you need to take a break.

I thought we could go to a spa, have some lunch.

Doesn't that sound like fun?

I suppose.

She's being ridiculous. You're not really thinking about it, are you?

What if your boss finds out?

Good girl.

Better get a shift on, we're meeting a mate of mine.

It's all arranged.

I've called this meeting

to discuss fundraising possibilities for the year ahead.

So, suggestions?

We could have a bake sale.

Thank you, Mrs Tembe, that's a good start.

-We'd have to sell a lot of cupcakes.

-What about another quiz night?

Jimmi could run a marathon, and people could sponsor him.

Doctor Clay is always running marathons.

What if he did one of those, what do they call them, bungee jumps?

Hang on a minute!

-Or jump out of a plane?

-Why don't you jump out of a plane?

OK, we've got some good ideas.

First I'd like to suggest that we set up a PPG.

A patient participating group.

Very good, that is an excellent idea.

I'd like to help with that.

Well, let's discuss that further.

I'll come and find you after lunch.

And may I remind everybody

that Doctor Granger will be returning back to work on Monday?

Maybe he'd like to jump out of a plane.

You look amazing.

That one of yours made you look like my nan.

Seriously. You're so thin. Single life really agrees with you.

Ooh, we should go on one of those singles' beach holidays.

-I'm not sure that's really my thing.

-Fun is your thing now.

And that bikini could tell some stories.

I think I'm going to go and get changed.

Good girl.

You'd probably put that weight back on by the summer anyway.

Close your mouth - you look like a goldfish.

You look like a goldfish.

Come on, Charlie. When did you last go on holiday?

Vince wanted to go camping.

Norfolk. And don't say you didn't enjoy it.

-It rained.

-That settles it. We're going on holiday.

Horror-molinos here you come.

Actually, a holiday would be great.

Good girl. Margueritas and hot men in trunks.

Loads of screeching chavs getting sunburnt

and falling asleep in their own vomit.

-Jas!

-Hiya.

Charlie's an old school mate.

-You were both at uni?

-Yeah.

Another one of her alcoholic friends.

-How was Christmas?

-Ugh. Five days with my mum.

That's as much as I can take.

Right.

So I've got it all sorted.

Massage at 11, then lunch in the restaurant, sauna, the works.

Sounds good.

Waste of money.

All we have to do now is relax.

Great.

Look at the state of you.

You look like a magician's assistant.

Will you stop it!

Sorry. I thought something touched my leg.

She's just had a big break-up but we're not talking about it.

You're very thorough today, Nurse Marquez.

Sorry? Oh.

It was just...

It doesn't matter.

The mole is on Mr Scanlon's shoulder.

Right.

And you have to look out for feeding arteries.

Or Mr Scanlon might lose an arm.

Hm?

Sorry, Heston.

Are you all right?

-It wasn't that remark about the Christmas cake?

-No, no.

It's new year, it just makes me think about things.

Of course.

After everything that happened last year,

I don't think I can carry on in the same way.

Right.

And all this stuff about resolutions, it just seems

so petty after losing Freya.

I feel like I need to shake things up, do something else with my life.

-You're not thinking of leaving us?

-No, no way. It's just...

I don't know what it is.

Well, I haven't had a great year,

but eventually an opportunity will present itself, and you just...

Yeah.

Right. We're having cocktails. No arguments.

-OK.

-No argument from me.

Also, no-one is allowed to order salad. Greasy food only.

I'm way too hungry for salad.

But what's the point of coming to a spa

and eating something not healthy?

Today isn't about healthy.

I know, it's about fun.

But maybe it would be quite fun to have a salad?

Is that you talking, or Vince?

Me, I think.

Charlie, listen to me. Forget about that big weirdo.

You don't have to eat rabbit food.

If we're having cocktails

you should have something more filling than a salad.

And Jas is a medical professional.

Well, it's my day off.

OK.

Good girl.

So, was he really this bad, this ex of yours?

This is a man who made Charlie organise her shoes in accordance with

his own alpha-numeric system.

You're kidding.

Woah. That is quite... Well, I suppose it's practical.

Really freaky is what it is.

Don't.

Are you going to let them talk about me like that?

KNOCK

Come in.

So, um, we've got a lot to talk about.

Yes, of course. Come in.

It'll take a few weeks to set up the PPG.

Well, we'll have to work closely together.

And I don't see any reason why we can't do that, we're both adults.

Of course.

I suppose we'd better confirm that you've got enough time to

take on this commitment.

What do you mean?

You've got your patient responsibilities.

And also, you are a carer.

That shouldn't be a problem.

If you're sure.

How I organise my time is my business.

Of course.

Right, let's crack on, shall we?

Look at that. Gorgeous.

Don't wait for us.

You're going to get so fat.

Are those roasted parsnips?

And the grease. Imagine what that'll do to your skin.

Do you want one?

No, ours will be along in a minute. Here we go.

Vince never used to let Charlie order her own food.

That's terrible.

"Have you had enough to drink, Charlotte?

"Are you really wearing that?"

He sounds awful.

I like your bikini.

It's mine, actually.

That explains why you look so trashy.

And he was always interrupting her.

-He wasn't always inter...

-I mean, I've known Charlie since school,

I'm pretty sure she can finish her own sentences.

Maybe we should change the subject.

I know, it's just, I thought, you've both been through the same thing.

Jas dumped her fiance just before the wedding.

Thanks, Sash.

Did you?

-It was complicated.

-Did you do the right thing, do you think?

-You've hardly touched your lamb.

-Sorry.

-Don't eat it.

-So good. And so bad for you.

You'll regret it.

Got to do it once in a while.

No self control. Look at them.

They're not your friends. They talk about you behind your back.

-Argh!

-I know! Good, isn't it?

Really good.

OK, Mr Scanlon, you may feel some pulling as I make the incision,

-but if you experience any pain let me know straight away.

-OK.

Nurse Marquez.

-Mandy?

-Oh! Um...

Mr Scanlon has been travelling around South America.

-Really?

-I think the naevus is fairly harmless,

but it catches on this strap of his backpack,

which can be very uncomfortable, I imagine.

-Ooh!

-Nurse Marquez! For heaven's sake!

Nothing to worry about, Mr Scanlon. Just my dry cleaner.

I can see what you're doing. Good girl, Charlie.

Stay the way I made you.

Right, who wants dessert?

-Not for me.

-Me neither.

Oh, go on, Charlie. The cheesecake looks gorgeous.

-I...

-How many calories are in that?

-Go on. We could share a piece.

-Er...

One slice, you'll be in the gym for a week.

-Maybe Charlie's not hungry.

-Help her out, then.

I'll get a big bit and we'll get three spoons.

Come on! I put my holiday plans on hold for you.

I could still be bare-knuckle fist-fighting with my mother.

If you don't listen to me you know what will happen.

She'll drag you down with her.

It's just cheesecake.

I'm just going to go to the bathroom.

I wouldn't mind but I've just had it made.

Oh! It's a new suit? Heston, I'm so sorry.

I was feeling a bit down in the dumps so I thought I'd treat myself.

-Take them off.

-What?

I know a brilliant dry cleaner.

They can get anything out of anything.

-It's a very delicate weave.

-They can do it.

I'll just need to take them before it dries in.

But what am I going to wear?

I'll get you some trousers out of lost property.

Maybe we should go to my office.

Feel all right?

-Yeah.

-I thought the food was pretty tasty. How was yours?

-Good.

-I noticed you weren't eating much of it.

Oh. I wasn't that hungry.

-Big breakfast?

-Sash made burritos.

-They are pretty epic.

-She's gone to so much trouble looking after me.

I didn't want to seem like I wasn't enjoying this.

-How long has she been staying?

-Since just after Christmas.

Are you all right?

Ooh. Budge up.

Hang on.

-I'm fine.

-Yeah?

-Get stuck in.

-Apparently, this gets rid of your toxins.

We want to look good for our beach holiday.

-Sash, I'm not really sure...

-You're not backing out?

-Well...

-You've been listening to Vince again.

What? How do you know?

It's obvious. That moron messed you up.

Just get over it.

Easier said than done.

Just snog some random bloke. Works for me.

-Don't.

-It's good for you!

Stop it.

Maybe Charlie should sit this one out.

She's fine, aren't you? She just can't handle her drink.

If you've been drinking you're not meant to be in a sauna.

We've all had the same amount.

And if it's not OK, why does the restaurant have a bar?

-I don't think you're helping the situation.

-Really? She's my mate.

Yeah, and so am I, and I don't think you're behaving very well.

Really? How am I behaving?

I don't feel very...

SHE RETCHES

So, what have you got?

Well, it depends how much of it is needed this year.

Well, all of it, ideally.

Well, that's the grand total.

OK.

Fortunately, it doesn't take much to set up a PPG.

Right.

But the key questions are, whether it comes from fundraising

or whether it comes from the practice's budget.

And where do we start?

Do we start on what's most needed medically

or on the public facing part of it so that the public can see

how their money's being spent with immediate effect?

Yes, of course.

This book is great. I got it for Christmas.

I've got to finish this one.

Yeah. Sure.

I always get distracted and start reading another book

before I've finished the one I'm on.

Not this time.

That sounds like a resolution to me.

No, because resolutions are for losers.

Resolutions are doomed to failure, because people have no willpower.

I, on the other hand, I am going to finish this book.

Is that right?

-Yes, it is.

-Right.

Oh, I've just read that.

It's brilliant, I've just started it.

So can you tell it's brilliant?

Cos it's science fiction,

but it's like...it's not science fiction as well. It's just...oh!

Wow.

-No, seriously, it's really good.

-Really? I do like science fiction.

No, I'm going to finish this book.

Right, I'm going out. Does anybody want anything?

Reading my book.

PHONE RINGS

Hey, Martha.

-I can't believe we're being thrown out.

-Just don't!

-OK, OK! Can you imagine what Vince'd say, though?

-It's not funny!

-I know.

-They've had to shut the sauna!

I know!

If Vince was here he'd say I was an embarrassment, and he'd be right.

Come on, let's go.

Vince always said you behave like a teenager.

If that's what you think, then maybe you should still be with him.

Maybe I should.

Sorry, Jas.

-Are you going to go after her?

-Nah, she's all right.

I'll see her back at the flat.

You haven't noticed anything wrong with Charlie?

No, she's great. Especially now she's ditched Mr Deadwood.

I'm going to catch her up.

Have you...

Thank you.

-It's Dad. He's had a stroke.

-What?

-Martha called. They're taking him to the hospital now.

-Go, both of you.

Go!

Charlie?

Where's Sash?

She thought you needed some space. She means well.

I know.

-And she makes a mean burrito.

-She does.

Has she been cooking a lot?

-You know Sash. She likes to pretend she's Nigella.

-Yeah.

And when she doesn't cook do you still eat well,

or do you find yourself skipping meals?

Why are you asking me all these questions?

I'm not your patient, and I don't have an eating disorder.

Well, you might not think you have a problem...

I don't have a problem. Seriously. Not like that.

Right. Sorry. Sometimes it's hard to switch it off.

-OK.

-You shouldn't let Sash boss you around, though.

-What? I don't.

-You sort of do.

-So?

-So you left your ex because he told you what to do all the time...

It's not like that with Sash.

If you're sure.

I am.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Carter. Jennifer, I didn't expect to hear from you.

Oh, that is a difficult situation.

If I can be of any assistance.

Dr Carter, can I come in?

I'm on the phone, Mrs Tembe.

Dr Carter, I cannot hear you?

Yes, well, you are very welcome.

Excuse me!

-I am so sorry!

-I'll phone you right back.

I'm on the phone, Mrs Tembe.

I did not hear you! I can only apologise.

Please don't!

-I do not think this is appropriate...

-Mandy took my trousers.

-That is not my business.

-To the dry cleaners.

She said she'd get a spare pair from lost property

but she hasn't come back.

Never fear, Mrs Tembe is here.

I will find something to cover your decency...

Not that I have seen anything indecent...

Please hurry.

It's all very well Sash telling me what a great figure I've got,

but I'm only like that because of Vince.

I'm sure that's not the case.

And now every time I look at food, I can still hear Vince telling me

if I eat it I'll get fat.

I can see the disapproving look on his face.

Maybe it feels like that now...

It does.

I can't escape him, he's everywhere I go, and I'm sick of it.

What do I do?

Don't let anyone push you around, Vince, or anyone. Fight back.

Otherwise you'll just be putting up with it for ever.

I thought you'd be home by now. Sash got back ages ago.

Charlie?

-Leave... me...alone.

-Ow!

-Charlie, stop!

-That hurt!

You're really here?

Yes!

Brilliant. I told him he should have given that key back.

I'm really sorry.

Come on, Sash, let's let them talk.

And let him worm his way back in?

No way is he just here for his stuff.

-Let's go and get a coffee.

-She's right. I've been thinking about us.

So have I.

I know we've made mistakes and we've had our problems,

but weren't there good times too?

I suppose...

Maybe if we tried again.

Maybe if we tried not to make the same mistakes.

I don't know, Vince.

We could put all this behind us.

If you were able to apologise and take responsibility...

Sorry? But I broke up with you.

I'm willing to forgive you...

-You have got to be kidding!

-Keep out of this.

You're not thinking of going back to this self-deluding...

Don't listen to her. She's just jealous!

-I'm not jealous of this freakshow!

-Charlie, this is your choice.

Nobody cares about you like I do.

He's a loser, and you need to get rid!

-Charlie, this is your choice, don't be pressured.

-Will you shut up?!

-My stuff!

-I want you out of my house.

Good girl.

-All of you.

-What?

Sash, you don't want to help.

You just want someone to go clubbing with.

-That's not true.

-Isn't it?

If you're so happy being single,

how come you only want to chase after blokes?

-I am not!

-That's fine, but it's not what I want.

Stop telling me what to do. You're as bad as Vince.

Now, hang on...

-There's no need to be mean!

-"Good girl."

-What?

Both of you. Like I'm your pet.

It's true.

And I'm supposed to apologise to you?

For controlling my life for two years?

Take your box of junk, and get out.

-Come on, there's no need to...

-Vince. It's over.

Good girl...

Sorry! You should have said.

Would you have listened?

It's time for you to go home, Sash.

Dad?

Dad, it's us.

Everything's going to be fine, Dad, we're here.

Everything's going to be OK.

We need to talk to a consultant.

I'm going to find someone to talk to.

It's OK, Dad. I'm here...

I'm here, Dad.

All right, we'll stay in. Whatever you want.

Sorry, Sash, I really appreciate everything you've done.

But...you can't just throw me out. I've got nowhere to go!

-What about your flat?

-There was a problem with the rent.

She's been staying with her mum.

-What?

-She drives me mad. I can't go back there.

So you were just going to move in here without asking?

No. Just until I sorted myself out.

We were having fun, weren't we?

So this is it.

Maybe if you're not going out all the time, you can save up some cash.

I can't live with my mum and not go out.

It might not be for long.

It's all right for you two.

At least you've had proper relationships.

Vince might have been a moron, but at least he was your moron.

What do I have?

Something'll turn up, Sash.

Yeah, right.

It will. But if you stay here we're just going to fall out.

As opposed to now?

You're doing the right thing, Charlie. Once she calms down...

I've been in a similar position, staying with mates...

I need you to leave as well.

Oh. Right.

Ah. Finished your book already?

It's your fault. You cursed it by calling it a resolution.

But if you don't believe in resolutions

-then it shouldn't matter, should it?

-Oh!

Oh! Heston!

Don't you dare.

I'm going to eat what I want, and wear what I want, OK?

Oh, Heston, I am so, so sorry.

Oh, it's fine. Mrs Tembe gave me a pair of marvellous red trousers.

Did you get a jacket with them? And a big white beard?

Well, I did find a rather odd shopping list in the pockets.

Trousers are done. Good as new, apparently.

Thank you. Well, one good deed deserves another.

I had a call from my friends the Fitzwilliams.

They're going away for a month and they need someone to housesit.

-A bit last minute.

-Right...

Stately home on the edge of Letherbridge, huge garden.

I thought you might be interested.

Sitting in someone else's house, terrified that I might chip a mug.

Oh, it won't be mugs. They use bone china.

Heston, no offence,

but it really wasn't the kind of challenge I was looking for.

Well, I realise that. I thought you might appreciate the change.

Shake things up a bit, isn't that what you were looking for?

I'm sorry. I'm not feeling very temerarious.

Yeah, I don't know what it means either.

We'll get through this, OK?

You're going to be out of this hospital and back home in no time.

What did the consultant say?

Mum? What did he say?

-Be nice to start the year on a positive note.

-Wouldn't it just!

Yeah, Dr Granger should have thought before he ruined a marriage

to satisfy his own lust.

-Have you taken a pregnancy test?

-No, I can't be.

Just bell me, OK?

-Jumped up, thieving little swine.

-All right.

I still hope that we can manage to work together.

Keep out my way, will you?

You're obsessed with this stinky rotten pub. That's it, finished!

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