The Official Line Doctors

# Let me know when we get there, if we get there

# Let me know when we get there, if we get there

# In the dark it feels so real

# And all this time, we've been sleeping on it

# And who we are, and what we're going through... #

TELEVISION CHATTER

# All this time, spent saving for it

# Umh, come so far

# Umh, come so far, yeah

# So let me know when we get there, if we get there... #

I'll see you later.

# Let me know when we get there, if we get there

# Come so far, there's no going back. #

You can't watch him 24/7 you know.

He's hardly going to hang himself from the wardrobe.

-Has he taken his pills?

-We're fine. Go to work.

-I can stay.

-I don't want you anywhere near him.

Fine. He's all yours. You see if you can make him see sense.

You think he's weak. That's always been your problem.

You're late, Cassidy.

All right, that's you on a warning then.

Hello?

-It's Karen Hollins from the Mill Surgery.

-I know who you are.

Dr Carter asked me to drop by. You missed your last appointment.

-I've been busy.

-He wants me to give you this.

More diazepam. To keep me calm? To keep me quiet?

Simone, he's concerned about you. We all are. We just want to help.

I asked your practice manager

could I leave one of these on his notice board?

He told me it wouldn't be appropriate.

You want to help?

Door to door mail drop. We keep up the pressure.

We keep Mickey alive.

-I know how you must feel.

-My son is dead.

How could you possibly know how I feel?

This is going to destroy you.

The people at that factory.

They carry on as if nothing ever happened.

The people who killed my Mickey.

Just go. Please.

-I didn't mean to upset you.

-Just go!

Take your pills, and your good intentions, and leave me alone.

Oih! Careful!

BROKEN GLASS AND SCREAMING

I'm fine.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Come in.

Kevin, what can I do for you?

I wanted to ask your advice.

-Fire away.

-OK, well, I've been doing some thinking.

Don't wear yourself out.

I'd like to develop a special interest.

Right. Well, it's nice to see some ambition.

I think it would benefit the practice.

We'd be offering an enhanced GP service,

a better standard of patient care...

KNOCK AT DOOR

I'm sorry to interrupt.

-I wanted to bring you the morning post.

-Ah.

I've looked into various frameworks. Priority areas...

There is one of particular interest.

It has a postmark from North Wales.

I thought it might be from Mrs Parsons.

We send each other the occasional email.

But it is always nice to get a handwritten letter,

much more personal.

SHE MUMBLES HER GOODBYES

If I apply for accreditation, I'll need the Mill to pay for it.

Well, what area were you thinking of specialising in?

-Cardiology.

-OK, well, it's a lot longer hours? Visiting clinics.

More than happy to put in the work.

I'll give it some thought. Talk to the partners.

Great.

You've been threatened before?

Verbal abuse. Anonymous emails. Nothing like this.

-You should have called us.

-And what would you have done?

-Not one arrest.

-There was a thorough investigation.

-There was a cover up.

-No evidence to support that.

Maybe you didn't look hard enough.

Have you got an idea who might have done this?

Could be anyone on the Churchill Estate.

Factory pays their wages.

We've got a description. We'll follow it up.

You know I won't stop,

not until they strike that verdict down.

I'm not worth the paperwork.

He's a good copper. I should know, I married him.

Eh, she could have been seriously hurt.

Luckily she wasn't.

Clearly someone wants to keep her quiet.

-You don't know the facts, Karen.

-Well, so enlighten me.

The inquest recorded death by misadventure.

It's driven her half mad, losing her son.

-Deluded hysterical woman?

-Mickey Garvey had been drinking.

Turned up for his shift half cut.

If you must get involved, why don't you take her home?

-Shouldn't you be at work?

-I'm not in until this afternoon.

You know, Martha ought to be doing this.

-You're my son, not my nurse.

-Well, she'll be here later.

Anyway I thought we could spend a bit of time together.

We might not have much left.

Your mother's told you,

I asked her to wait.

Sorry, I wanted you to hear it from me.

I'm all ears, Dad.

Why don't you give it your best shot?

You didn't have to drive me. You've had a nasty shock.

-What happened?

-Nothing.

Some thugs threw a brick through her window.

I warned you. I told you this would happen.

So, from now on in, I'm on suicide watch, is that it?

If that's what it takes.

Your mother wouldn't contemplate the idea.

It was mum who put this sick idea into your head in the first place.

I do have a mind of my own, you know.

Your mother thought it would destroy you.

I think you're stronger than that.

-She wants you out of the way, Dad.

-No.

She sits in this house.

She discusses the options with a "facilitator" from Clemence.

I didn't give her much of a choice.

She heads off to work. Not a care in the world.

Just watch your mouth.

She walks all over you, Dad, and she always has done.

You have absolutely no idea what goes on inside our marriage.

Your marriage is a sham, Dad. All right, it's a joke.

The only person Mum cares about is herself.

Don't you ever talk about your mother like that again!

Now this is my decision, Chris. You may not respect it.

But YOU won't change my mind.

If it happened to me, my son,

I don't know how I would cope.

That's my card.

You don't have to deal with this on your own.

I'm not on my own. I've got Mickey.

He's up there looking down on me.

That copper husband of yours...

..you tell him to talk to Karl. Karl knows the truth.

When's it going to end, Sim?

At least I'm out there, doing something.

You're making a fool of yourself.

I'm fighting for Mickey, for justice. Someone has to.

This vendetta is not going to bring him back.

And sat in this house will? Full of beer and self-pity!

Ray, I need you.

I feel like I've lost you both. Ray!

You never give up, do you?

That's not a very nice welcome, is it?

From a man who's got nothing to hide.

In case you'd forgotten, they dropped the case.

No, I hadn't forgotten. I'm here about a different incident.

Apparently there was a fight in your factory canteen.

-News to me.

-Yesterday afternoon.

I'm the foreman. I'd have heard.

Course you would. Nothing gets past you, does it, Tony?

But I would like to speak to Karl Cassidy, please.

Won't take a long.

Cassidy, get in here!

Yeah, the factory's in the running for a major new contract.

Good, I'm glad to hear it.

Safeguarding Letherbridge jobs, after months of uncertainty.

We wouldn't want that threatened by a woman with a grudge, would we?

Is that the official line?

I'll try not to keep him.

Close the door, Karl.

Apparently, you were involved in an altercation yesterday.

-No, I don't know what you're talking about.

-Really?

How did you get those injuries then?

Tripped. Happens a lot in this place.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Nothing.

Come on Karl, you're wasting my time here.

Well, no-one's keeping you.

We can always do it down the station.

Look...

..some guy said some things about Mickey.

I lost my temper. I lashed out.

It looks like you came off second best.

Yeah, well, he was bigger than me.

Simone Garvey's campaign office got vandalised this morning.

-Any idea who did it?

-What you asking me for?

Anything that might have slipped your mind at the inquest.

It was all in my statement.

OK, Karl.

What did he ask you?

-Scared I'll drop you in it?

-Don't get smart with me, son.

I didn't say anything.

I'm up for early retirement, you know? Golf, garden,

bit more time with the family.

And what about Mickey? Huh? What about his family?

Unblemished safety record. You'd better make sure it stays that way,

or you'll have more to contend with than a fat lip.

-They've offered you a bonus, the suits upstairs.

-What?

Yeah, loyalty bonus, I think that's what they called it.

-What? A bribe?

-Ooh, that's not very charitable, Karl.

You think I'd touch their dirty money?

Yeah, you'll take it.

Cos you're a spineless coward who needs a job.

You should go on holiday, son.

You could do with a holiday.

You've been signed off for three months.

I just need another doctor's letter.

It's a lengthy absence for compassionate leave.

I get anxious. Palpitations.

Unless I can see that you're incapacitated...

Headaches, blinding headaches.

I can't sign you off indefinitely.

How can I go back there?

Surely it's better than sitting at home dwelling on things.

He was chock-full of grand ideas. Football.

Bigger things.

I told him to get over himself.

If that factory was good enough for me...

Guilt is a common reaction with family bereavement.

You were at Hanshaws, day Mickey died.

I saw you at the inquest.

-I registered the death.

-How did he look?

-This isn't appropriate...

-Did he bleed when he bashed his head? Was there blood?

-Mr Garvey...

-Were his eyes open? Did he speak?

Cry out?

Michael died from his injuries sustained from the fall.

I don't think he suffered.

Have you thought about bereavement counselling?

I wouldn't share this pain with anyone

-I'm so sorry.

-I don't want your sympathy. I just need a sick note.

You know, my missus, she's out there fighting...

..while I sit at home, dwelling on things.

If I start to shout for justice, I wouldn't be able to stop.

Cardiology consultants.

I've marked the ones I think you should try first.

-Are you saying you'll fund my application?

-You were right.

A GP with special interests will be good for the practice.

I'm sure we'll see a return.

Carpe diem, Kevin. Life is too short for regrets.

You should talk to Heston. Take advantage of his contacts.

-I'll make some calls.

-You do that.

I'm not hungry.

-We could always starve you to death.

-It might be an option.

-If you cared about this family...

-Of course I care.

What it would do to us?

You really think I haven't thought this through?

Then why, Dad?

Why are we even having this conversation?

I just can't get it into my head

why you would even think about doing this.

Listen, I want you to promise me something.

You promise me you'll be there for your mother.

I don't have to listen to this.

Oh, grow up, Chris. You're not a child any more.

-Oh, that's rich. After what you've been contemplating.

-Euthanasia.

It's never going to happen! Not while I'm around.

-So what was the fight about?

-Nothing.

A fight about nothing. That's a new one on me. Hold that.

So, how long have you worked at Hanshaws?

-Long enough.

-Plenty of people with a grievance at that factory.

-Meaning?

-I spent the morning with Mickey Garvey's mum.

-She's barely holding it together.

-Look, are we done yet?

-I've got to go.

-That eye might need a couple of stitches.

I'll take my chances.

Karl, your best friend died.

-And what's it got to do with you?

-If it was down to negligence.

If you know something...

Look, if I talk, I'm done for.

-Have they been threatening you?

-Mickey's dead. Dead and buried.

You need to tell the truth, Karl.

There you are, Mrs Tembe.

Prescriptions, signed, sealed and delivered.

Thank you, Dr Carter.

-How's Mrs Garvey?

-She was angry.

Well, she has every right to be.

-I've had a letter from Julia.

-Right.

-How's Pontypridd?

-Betws-y-Coed.

-She's withdrawing her money from the practice.

-What?

Investing in retirement. A woman of Julia's age.

Probably likes going on cruises, that sort of thing.

That's all well and good. But where does it leave us?

Well, I'll work out our shortfall and we'll reassess.

Best kept between us for now.

Well, well, well. The broken machine setter.

You're ain't due back...ooh!

They said he was drunk. I mean, yeah, we'd been celebrating.

Mickey had this job interview. Other end of Birmingham.

From the way he was talking - you'd have thought he'd had it in the bag.

He was going to tell Hanshaws where to stick it.

I tried to be happy for him, but truth be told,

I didn't want him to go. Didn't want to lose him.

You told the police, in your original statement,

that Mickey Garvey tripped and fell.

The rail was loose. A couple of bolts were missing.

I mean, it would have taken ten minutes to fix.

I brought it up with the foreman. He said he'd get it sorted.

-And that was Tony Melling?

-Too busy planning his retirement.

Did you see him fall, Karl?

No, I wanted to get on. We was behind with an order.

And he was gassing. You know, yap, yap, yap.

I turned around, and he was gone.

Lying on his back on the factory floor.

People crowded in.

Should have seen the look of shock on his face.

Are you saying the rail gave way?

It was twisted, hanging.

You're sure about that?

Yeah.

They cleared the floor. Got us to assemble by the gates.

Management fixed the rail. Called the police.

Lied to health and safety.

A few bolts is all it needed.

It was their fault Mickey died. Everyone knows it.

I will be very glad to get home today.

Back to an empty house.

Are you all right, Mrs Hollins? You seem very distracted.

Karl came to see you.

Yeah, he'd been involved in a fight.

-I've had the police on the phone.

-What's he done now?

He changed his statement. The factory was negligent. Come on.

RINGING TONE

RINGING TONE

Leave that.

Chris, please...

Please try and understand.

This chair. This is me.

-Rest of my life.

-Deal with it, dad. People do.

Well, maybe they're a lot stronger than I am.

OK. Today you want to die. Tomorrow might be different.

It won't be.

Just promise me that we're going to keep talking about this.

It won't make any difference.

Just promise me that you will listen to me and Mum,

and everything we have to say.

DOORBELL

That will be Martha.

You owe me that much.

-She should have keys.

-Dad.

Yeah, OK, I promise.

All right. I got to go to work. See you later.

-That foreman was lying.

-Please don't get your hopes up.

We don't know what Karl's told the police yet.

I can't get hold of Ray. He's probably in the pub.

There's been another incident. At the factory.

-What's happened?

-Karl?

I'll fill you in on the way. Not you, Karen.

Oh, good luck.

Is this where he fell? Tell me!

He was drunk. Waste of space.

My son was twice the man you are.

He was just like his dad - a useless Garvey.

Can't even control that wife of yours.

All right. All right. All right. OK. You win. You win.

Let's just go to the office, and let's just talk about it.

You all stood by at his funeral,

worried about your jobs, too frightened to speak up.

Now, you tell me what happened - the truth -

or I swear to God that you'll be the next man to fall.

All right. All right, I was acting for Hanshaws. For the workers.

This isn't the answer, Ray.

-You keep back.

-Let me talk to him.

-Yeah, go on.

Ask the management. They'll tell you.

-They just wanted it tidied up.

-And you were just the man to do it.

-Let him go, love.

-Isn't this what you wanted?

For your pathetic excuse for a husband to grow some balls.

Karl's changed his statement. You don't have to do this.

Ray, let go of the man.

They'll reopen the inquest. They'll all know the truth.

It's over, Ray. It's finished.

I miss him, Sim.

I miss him too, love.

I've been ringing you.

I've been busy discussing my father's suicide.

Don't be facetious, Chris.

He hasn't changed his mind, then.

I've bought us some time.

-If you really want dad to see sense...

-Of course I do.

..then you're the only one who can talk him out of this.

And if I can't?

Well, then you're dead to me too.

Are you absolutely sure the bag we're looking for is in this room?

Don't worry I know exactly where it is.

Have you tried turning it off and on again?

I can't understand that. I like clean and tidy and organised.

That's just dust and grime and dirt.

If you were terminally ill, then we could cope with that.

But you're not. You are choosing to leave us.

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