Brother's Keeper - Part 1 Doctors

Do you have to?

You're disgusting, d'you know that?

He'll be here soon.

Jay, he's not even on the train yet.

What are you going to do about the doctors?

Are you listening?

You seen this?

Are you sure?

It's only a laugh.

Are you going to bake him a cake as well?

I haven't seen him for three years.

Do you think it's a bit much?

Hey? Lindsay.

No. Get some T-shirts printed, too.

HE COUGHS

See? I told you.

-Ah, morning.

-Hi.

How are we doing with QOF figures? This afternoon, I thought?

I'll let you know.

Hiya.

How are you doing?

OK.

And how's Sam?

Not good.

Oh, you poor things.

He's conscious though, yeah?

Yeah.

-Talking?

-Only just.

Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry.

Oh, don't worry. He'll get there.

Hey, hey!

Get here, you.

Have you lost a bit of weight, bruv?

Oh, mate! Tell me about it.

-How's it going, Lins?

-I've got the beers in.

Bit keen, aren't you?

Do you like it?

Come on, mate, I've been the in nick, not the Army.

After you.

He's been in a wheelchair for about a year now.

He's paralysed from the waist down.

And then this stroke.

Didn't think there was much more you could take away from the guy.

Chris, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

You've never said anything. After all this time.

It's just the way we wanted it. Well, the way Mum wanted it.

How is he now, if you don't mind me asking?

It's too early to say. He's not communicating that much yet.

Sometimes I think if I was him, I think I'd just give up.

-Why?

-What's he got left? Nothing.

Chris, you can't say that.

Mandy, the man can't move!

He's got you, hasn't he? And Emma.

He will find a way.

Promise you.

You'd think being a nurse would help, wouldn't you?

Seeing the patients.

Knowing he's not the only one who's suffering.

Does it?

No.

It just makes the day that much longer,

knowing you've got to go home and do it all again.

I don't understand why Emma's keep it a secret.

That's really strange.

She wanted to keep it private.

And her way of doing that is to not say a word to anyone about anything.

Including you?

Especially me.

Cheers, Carl.

It's good to see you. You too, Lins.

So, you've done this place up a bit.

Yeah, it's not bad. There's still loads left to do.

Bathroom next. She hates it, don't you, love?

Hark at you, Mr DIY.

Yeah. Well, Dad taught me some stuff.

Taught me a few things too. Won't go into that.

So, what is it, wedding bells next?

Steady on!

What's all this, then?

Well, yeah, we're engaged. Couple of years now.

Yeah? Is that real?

So what was it like in there, then?

-You don't want to know.

-Some people say it's like a holiday camp.

Yeah? Then some people don't know jack.

How long have you been out, then?

It doesn't matter, does it?

I'm only asking.

Still a few things to sort out, you know. Probation stuff.

Yeah, and?

Nothing! That's up to him, isn't it?

Are you all right, bud?

He's not been well.

No kidding.

He was supposed to go to the doctor's today.

But he won't now, will he?

Don't let me stop him.

Well, you tell him, then. Because he won't listen to me.

Hiya.

Hi.

Chris, I just... I just wanted to say...

if you ever want to talk about anything...

-Thank you.

-I mean it.

I appreciate it.

I was just reading about recovery rates

from strokes, over the past few years.

It's amazing how much they've improved.

I mean, I know he's not going to be 100% again,

but he could get some quality of life back.

Yeah. Who knows?

I've been taking the tablets, but it's not doing anything.

And you've had colitis for?

Couple of years now.

-On and off.

-I'm so fed up with it.

I'm sure you are.

It seems to be worse this time, though.

Why's that?

I'm really tired all the time. And then I can't breathe.

Are you passing much blood?

Tell me about it.

Just when he thinks he's got rid of it, it comes back.

It's like now. Just when you don't need it.

In what way?

-We've got company, that's all.

-It's embarrassing, though, isn't it?

Having to run off to the loo all the time.

I'm sure they'll understand.

Yeah, well, it's my brother.

When he finds out he's going to be taking the mick something rotten.

So?

You haven't seen him for a while if he doesn't know you're ill.

Um... Yeah, it's been a while.

So, can you change the tablets or something?

Well, we can try.

Oh, hi, Kevin.

'Hi.'

I'm so glad you rang. How are you?

'I'm fine.'

I wasn't sure if you'd call.

Why not?

'Well, after the last time. I should apologise.'

There's no need.

No, I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn.

So, I just wondered if maybe you'd like to meet up later?

Have a chat.

Coffee or something?

I'll have to see.

Or maybe you could just come round here? Any time.

Please, Kevin. It would mean a lot.

How you doing, mate?

Yeah, not bad.

You should've said if you were ill.

It's no big deal, I'm used to it.

-So what is it, then?

-It's like some stomach thing.

-Yeah?

-Loads of footballers have got it.

Listen, mate, have you seen an envelope anywhere? Upstairs in the wardrobe.

You might have moved it while you were decorating.

-Don't think so, mate.

-It's brown, padded, about so big.

Have you seen it, love?

-What's that?

-Forget it. Doesn't matter.

Carl left something in the wardrobe. An envelope.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah, in one of the boxes.

-Sorry.

-Shall I have a look?

Hang on a minute.

-All right, where is it?

-What?

Lindsay, don't.

Don't what?

I need that envelope.

So what's it doing here, then?

What is wrong with you? How dare you?!

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry.

What if the police had come?

Did you want him to end up in prison as well?

You are such a selfish...

Where is it?!

Is that the only reason you came back, then?

-Don't talk stupid.

-Business trip, was it?

-Never mind about your brother.

-Just give it to me, eh?

There you go.

Cheers. Here, she's only gone and found it.

That right?

Ta, Lins, nice one.

Cheers.

D'you fancy a quick drive round the corner?

I've had a couple of these now, mate.

Yeah, well, I haven't.

Yeah.

Where are we going?

Cheers.

-Is she all right?

-Course.

I've only just put that up!

Very touching.

£3.50, that cost.

Do you know what I think?

What's that?

About time you got your own wheels, mate.

Well, I haven't been working, have I?

Hey, hey!

Is that real?

It better had be. It's all I've got left.

-What, and you left it upstairs?

-Oh, don't you start!

Did she know what it was?

Doesn't matter now, does it? I'm flogging it.

Are you off your head? You've been out five minutes.

Yeah. And I'm potless.

-I'll lend you some money.

-You've not even got your own car!

I've still got money.

And what would Lindsay say about that, eh?

I appreciate it, but I owe people, don't I?

-How much? How much?!

-Just leave it.

-Carl!

-Listen, it'll all be sweet, all right?

Did you find it OK?

Yeah, I've got a patient who lives round the corner.

That's good. Well, not for them, I suppose.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Have you eaten yet?

I'm good.

-Are you sure?

-Honestly, I'm fine.

Listen to me, I sound just like one of my aunties.

Come on. Have something. I've made some dal.

Maybe a sandwich, then.

Tea?

Great.

This it?

Uh-huh.

Nice.

Hang on a minute.

It's fine. There's no rush.

Long morning?

Yeah, too right.

Chris, there you go.

That's that article about the recovery rates.

Oh, cheers.

The figures are fantastic. Have you seen it, Emma?

Yes, but it's not really relevant to Sam's case, is it?

Oh, why not?

Because those patients weren't already paralysed.

No, but...

So he has a higher risk of infection, slower response to medication

and more likelihood of depression.

-Yeah, I know...

-So what kind of recovery are we talking about?

A recovery to what?

Mum.

No, no, we're all professionals here.

So, Karen, if he was your patient,

what do you think his outlook would be?

Mum, that's not fair.

Pretty bleak, I'd say. Let's not pretend otherwise.

You do know she's going to kill me now.

-Is that right?

-Stuff don't half stink.

It's horrible.

-You might as well wait out here.

-What for?

-Just do it, eh?

-Carl, what are you playing at?

I said wait!

All right?

What can I do for you?

It's real.

Are you sure?

Come on, how much?

Who's asking?

Me.

Stevie Reardon.

-How long have you had it?

-Long enough.

Two grand.

You're funny.

Two two, and that's your lot.

All right, give it here.

Ey, back off!

You heard, get round there, go on!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Go on, then!

Take it. Take it!

Are you all right, mate?

You see this? Ey?

What are you looking at? Clear off! Come on, bruv, I've got you.

Come on. Stand up, mate. Come on. Come on.

So when was this, then?

Every year without fail. Bangor or Rhyl or somewhere like that.

And it rained. The whole time!

Sounds like a nightmare.

We were so miserable.

And the campers kept giving us these funny looks.

Like we'd come to live there or something.

So why did they do it?

I guess they thought it was the British thing to do.

What, be miserable?

Perhaps they were right!

At least you didn't have to put up with that.

Sorry.

No, don't worry.

There is one thing, though, I just don't get.

What's that?

Mum. Asking Mo for money without even telling me.

Perhaps she thought you wouldn't have accepted it.

She'd have been right.

And where would you be now?

But this whole thing, what a terrible man he was, how he didn't want to know...

-He'd abandoned his child.

-Yeah, but there must've been some reason.

No, Kevin. I love my dad, but that was wrong.

Plain and simple.

Zarif, hi.

Hello.

I was just telling Kevin about Dad's camping trips.

Why?

Well, they were so awful. Don't you remember?

Excuse me.

HE HONKS HORN

Hey? What do you think you're doing?

-Come on, mate, they'll look after you.

-No, you can't do this,

-Sorry, I've got to go.

-What's going on?!

Karen, get me some oxygen, please.

Ambulance, please.

Mill Health Centre.

-So you've been to the hospital?

-Uh-huh.

-And how's Dad?

Making good progress.

Have they said whether the graft has taken yet?

Yes, it has. And he's producing the white blood cells.

-That's great news.

-Fantastic.

But there's still a long way to go.

Of course.

All thanks to Kevin, though.

-No, no

-Well, it was.

-I should be getting back.

-No, stay a little longer.

-Seriously.

You know, I was thinking,

we haven't really thanked Kevin properly for what he did.

There's no need.

Well, maybe he doesn't want that.

Bye. And thanks for the lunch.

So maybe we should all get together soon, huh?

-Honestly, there's no need.

-As a family.

Of course. Whenever.

-It's Dr Carter.

-'What's wrong?'

-It's Jay, I'm afraid.

He's on his way to hospital.

-St Philomena's.

-What?!

Blood clot on his lung. I think it's to do with his colitis.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Well, it's quite serious.

They'll either give him drugs or an emergency operation.

So I can just come down, can I?

Yes. I'd get there as soon as you can.

What happened?

What have you done now?

I was just trying to do a deal...

-Look, it just got out of hand, all right?

-What is all this?

Why is it here?!

And what about Jay?

He was outside. He had nothing to do with it.

Then what the hell happened to him?

I don't know. He started having some sort of attack..

What are you talking about?!

I came outside and there he was, choking.

-You knew he was ill!

-Yeah, but not that bad.

He started coughing up blood! I did what I could, all right?

You stupid pig! What have you even come back here for?!

I don't know why you did that.

-What?

-Twisted his arm. If he doesn't want to know me, then fine.

-Zarif's a bit uptight sometimes.

-No, really(?)

-He was just a bit surprised to see you.

-Gutted, more like.

-How do you know?

-Look, I'm not stupid.

But you haven't even given him a chance. Look, right now,

-I just want to forget about the past.

-That's easily said.

I don't care what our parents did, or what they didn't do.

I just want us to be friends. Don't you?

It's not that simple.

We're blood, Kevin. We can't change that.

HE SOBS

Oh, sweetheart...

-Sorry.

-Oh, you let it out.

You're doing brilliantly, you know that, don't you?

Sometimes it's the hardest thing in the world to stay positive.

No, I think Mum was right. We might as well face the facts.

What a load of rubbish!

What do doctors know? They're useless.

It's not going to do anybody any good by giving up now, is it?

Your dad must be really proud of you.

I know I would be.

The amount of sacrifices you've made.

How many people would do that at your age?

Most of them would run a mile.

Perhaps I should, too.

Well, nobody would blame you if you did.

And this job, you could go anywhere in the world.

That's what he keeps saying. "Go and do what you like.

"Don't hang around here because of me."

Well, I'm sure I've said that to mine.

I didn't necessarily mean it, though.

Still, I couldn't leave now.

No, well, not for a while.

I don't think I'd want to, anyway.

No?

No, I quite like it here.

Despite all this.

Everyone's been so lovely to me...

and so kind. And I...

Let's just get on with it in our own time.

Don't you worry,

cos we're all going to be here if you need us.

That's what I mean.

Everyone's been so great.

Pack it in, you're going to set me off soon!

Tell him I'll give him a bell, eh?

Well, where are you going?

I don't know. Just not prison.

-You were supposed to be here to see your brother, not go out robbing.

-Give it a rest.

-He was so looking forward to this.

-Yeah?

And what about you?

Me?

I've been dreading it.

For months.

Yeah. Well, me too. Believe me.

I had good reason to stay away from here, and you know it.

Hang on.

Look at the state of you.

It's fine.

Someone's going to see you, though, aren't they?

Does that hurt?

Yeah, a bit.

Good!

Keep still.

I didn't want any of this, right?

I'm sorry.

It's good to see you.

No.

I've got to go.

Don't.

This isn't a good idea.

You're not going.

You made your choice.

No, YOU did.

You said you were going to pack it in.

I was. When we made some money.

I wouldn't have cared.

Are you sure?

And what about Jay, eh?

Don't talk about Jay.

How could you? He's my brother.

You didn't want to know.

I just wanted you to have your own life.

Well, I can now, can't I?

Both of us.

Don't ever leave me again.

Oh, come here.

It's going to be all right, you'll see.

Yeah, I want to check up on a patient who's just been admitted,

Jay Scagell.

Possible pulmonary embolism.

# Your eyes may be cold

# But the story I'm told

# Is your heart is as black as night

# Your hands may be strong

# But the feeling's all wrong

# Your heart is as black Your heart is as black

# As night

# Ah-ah ah-ah ah. #

-So what did you do last night?

-Nothing.

What are we going to tell him?

I don't know.

I just need you to know that I'm here for you, whatever happens.

That's what I'm afraid of.

You're scum, do you know that?

Stop it. Stop it!

Robbery with violence is six to eight years.

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