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PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS AGAIN

Look, for the last time, will you just leave me alone?

PHONE RINGS

-You're not serious!

-I'm telling you!

Your neighbours are too good for you?

-No, but they think they are.

-That's their hard luck!

How do you think I felt when I moved in with Jimmi?

You have to rise above it. Ignore them, pretend they're not there.

-Just like you're doing now.

-How are you doing?

-Fine, thanks.

-How's little Joe? Is he sleeping?

-Off and on.

-Aw. Hey, you know, if you ever need any babysitting...

Not now, obviously, I expect, but when he's a bit older...

Kevin!

From St Phil's, about the lupus drug trial.

So they've narrowed down the criteria.

25 to 65, medium to high on the activity index,

and hasn't smoked for ten years.

-So you still want me to do it?

-Of course.

You need to check every doctor's patient list,

then start contacting potential candidates.

-Are you sure?

-Well, why not?

I just thought, you know, all that business with your office.

-I mean, I did help Zara move...

-Well, then, just forget it.

-I didn't really have much choice...

-Just forget it!

This is what happens when you try to do everything on your day off.

Now I have to drop all these things off at the charity shop

and do the flowers for the church.

I also promised to drop in on Mr Greenaway,

you know, after his operation. No, no, of course you do.

He is in church every week. Welfare Committee Parish Council.

Very tall gentleman, distinguished, always sits at the back.

It's a very good singing voice.

Now, Maureen, that is enough.

You have the cheek of the devil!

-Let me.

-Thanks.

You don't take sugar, do you? Sweet enough as it is...

-You all right?

-Course.

Thank you.

Um...

Well, there WAS one thing I wanted to ask you about.

-Oh?

-Only it's a bit embarrassing, really.

-Maybe later.

-Daniel, hi.

-Hi.

Is it medical?

-Um, when you've got a minute.

-OK.

Howard's asked me to compile the candidate list

for the lupus trials with St Phil's.

I was wondering if you had anyone you thought was eligible.

I hope you do not mind, Mr Greenway.

Alec.

-I tried to call you, but your phone was switched off.

-Ah.

And I wanted to bring you these while they are still warm.

Thank you, that's very kind.

So, how is your leg?

Oh, er, it's on the mend, thank you.

Kind of you to remember.

You are not in too much pain?

No, not too bad, as long as I keep taking the tablets.

You have got someone to help you?

Well, they sent a carer round, but you know...

Yes, only too well.

So...can I offer you a cup of tea?

Yes, that would be lovely, thank you. No, no. Let me make it.

-No, please, I'll be fine.

-Please, I insist.

-Just through here?

-Yes.

Yeah, it's quite a big deal really. Major new drug.

Yeah, they've put me in charge of the whole thing. Head honcho.

Ah, there you are.

-How about those new targets?

-Not now, Heston.

-Then when?

-I'm surprised you didn't come in at the weekend.

-Don't! Just don't!

-Howard, have you got a minute?

-Hang on.

No, actually I don't, thanks to Colonel Carmichael.

Not to worry, I'm sure you'll have the place up and running.

Running? I can't even swing a cat. Could you?

-Then don't swing any...

-It is a bit pokey, to be fair.

I had better quarters in the Army.

-On manoeuvres!

-That's why Zara felt she'd been here long enough.

-Why do I have to be the one to suffer?

-What about me?

She's been banging on about it all weekend.

Look, I know she's a partner and I'm just an employee.

-But that's no excuse.

-For what?

To treat me as her lackey. Or address me as one!

-Come on...

-I'm sure she didn't mean that. Did she, Daniel?

How should I know?

And you won't mind having a word just to smooth things over?

-No, of course you won't.

-To say what?

-To see if she could relax her tone a little.

-A lot!

Be a bit less abrasive. Bossy.

DANIEL CHUCKLES

Normally I would not attend such an event.

Of course, I always support the royal family.

But this seemed a little...vulgar.

A big screen in a park like a football match!

But my friends, Marcia and Maureen, they really wanted to go.

-You know them from church.

-Yes, of course.

And you know what?

It was wonderful.

A very joyous event.

Bringing the whole country together. And Her Majesty?

Well, resplendent as ever.

So,

are we going to see you at church on Sunday?

I try and make it most Sundays.

It was a sort of a promise to my wife, really.

We were married there.

Ah!

Yes, 33 years ago, coming up.

CAR STEREO PLAYS RAUCOUS MUSIC

If you don't mind me asking, how long is it since she passed?

Eight years ago, this autumn.

Are these people deaf?

'The person you are calling is not answering. Please try again.'

You know, if I had my way...

Well, it was very nice of you to come round.

-Well, not at all.

-And if you're passing by again...

I will bring you some more scones. Where are my coat and bag?

MUSIC CONTINUES

Must've been what, Christmas time or before that?

It's not that long, surely.

You've smartened yourself up a bit since, though.

Yeah, I was going through a bit of a phase.

You were a little thinner.

Really? I don't remember that phase.

I brought you these.

Thanks.

I remember when they gave away glasses and Green Shield Stamps.

Where?

At the petrol station.

-Goodbye.

-Bye.

-Now if there is anything you need...

-You're very kind.

-..just give me a call.

Hang on, boss!

Come on.

Afternoon.

All right, boss?

-What was you saying on the phone?

-I was saying I didn't know you.

-Is that right?

-I want nothing more from you.

Why's that, then? You been shopping elsewhere?

Sorry?

-That one who just left. Bit long in the tooth.

-Will you just stop?!

I'm just trying to do you a favour here, mate. Look what I brought.

-I'm not interested.

-Yeah, right!

Say hello, then.

-All right?

-Look, please...

-Are you saying she's ugly?

-No, no, don't!

-Check it out.

-This is fresh meat.

-Will you just leave me alone?

-He don't want it.

-Ssh.

OK, tell you what. Because it's you, an old customer,

250.

-I said no.

-200 and you get to buy her a drink.

-Jazza!

Will you just get out of my house?

-This is a very nice house you've got here, boss.

-Can we just go?

-What did I just say to you?

-All right, listen.

I'll pay you for your time. But that's it.

There, 100, that's all I've got, OK?

Now we'll call it quits. Finished.

I'll say when we're finished.

Jazza, don't! Leave him, please!

Now I'm going to need some numbers.

Thank you.

Thanks.

I should've come before.

-Why's that, then?

-Well, Mum, she said that you're not very well.

Ah...

All the more reason.

I'm sorry?

You should be out chasing the fellas, like I was at your age.

I'm 31.

Are you? Blimey.

So, um...

is the lupus getting worse, then?

Comes and goes.

To be honest, I think it's the pills, half the time.

I take that many, if you turned me upside-down I'd rattle.

Not that anyone's tried to turn me upside-down lately.

More's the pity.

You're terrible!

-I'm happy to take a look at you if...

-No.

I've had quite enough people poking me about, thank you, Doctor.

Makes me dead proud to say that, you know.

Always knew you'd get there in the end.

Not because you were clever, mind.

Because you were so bloomin' bossy!

Even as a little kid, every time I came home,

banging on about cigarettes.

-I'm sorry about that.

-Worse than your mother.

-Worse than my mother!

-Not that you listened to me.

Until when?

Five years, two months and six days.

Not that I'm counting, of course.

You must be feeling better for it. It's a filthy habit...

There you go again!

Have you gone mental or something?

-Shut it.

-Stop pushing me!

-I hate you sometimes.

-Just get in the car.

Go on! Another custard cream won't kill you.

Mum had her photos out the other night.

You in London, back in the day.

Ah. All that Carnaby Street rubbish. Just a gimmick, really.

Don't give me that, you were loving it!

-Strutting about in your Mary Quant.

-Those skirts weren't half draughty.

And the eyelashes. And the little bob!

Vidal Sassoon, that was. Did it himself.

No.

Well, he was in the shop.

THEY LAUGH

All very innocent when you think about it, compared with today.

That's not what I've heard.

We just enjoyed every minute.

Being young, away from home, independent.

Just like you now, I suppose.

I'm 31.

-But you're still free and single, though?

-Well, actually...

That's where your mother went wrong. She tied herself down too soon.

I'm glad she did.

I think...she was jealous, though.

So would you be, stuck up here with a baby

while I'm swanning about with Jean Shrimpton?

Oof! This hip.

Is that where it's worst?

All my joints, really.

I'm sorry.

Still, no good harping on about it, though, eh?

Just enjoy life while you've got the chance. That's what I say.

Mr Greenaway. I am sorry, I'm just a little worried.

Should I call the police?

No, don't do that.

Oh, forgive me.

But I know that girl.

She comes to the Health Centre.

I'm telling you now, she is trouble!

-But you are bleeding!

-It's nothing.

What did they do to you?

-Please. I'll be fine.

-But Mr Greenaway...

Look, just leave me alone.

Oh, Daniel? Sorry.

-I just got this for little Joe.

-Oh.

-Isn't it sweet? I couldn't resist.

-That's very kind.

-Look at his little face!

So sweet. What can I do for you, Karen?

Just a little favour, really.

-To do with...

-The Botox.

-I was wondering when you'd ask.

-Oh, no! Not...I wouldn't dream of it.

Not in a million years. Not that there's anything wrong with it.

-It's just not for me.

-Then who?

-Well, I don't know if you've heard. But we've moved.

-Yes, I've heard.

And a few of the neighbours came round, they were asking what I do

and I was telling them about the Mill and the Granger Clinic

and the very attractive doctor and before I knew it,

-I'd sort of arranged a bit of a do round mine, a Botox evening.

-Hmm.

-Well, at least think about it!

-I just did.

-Please!

-Karen, I've got enough on my plate as it is

without turning up at some glorified Tupperware party.

-They're really looking forward to it.

-No.

ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS

Our Father, which art in Heaven Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On Earth as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread And forgive us our trespasses

As we forgive them that trespass...

Look, I'm sorry if I was a bit...

No, not at all. I am so sorry for disturbing you.

Mrs Tembe.

I need to ask you something.

You said you knew that girl.

Well, the family, really, they come in all the time.

-Her name is Sienna Roberts.

-Right.

You know, I used to feel sorry for them.

They have had a difficult life. But some of their behaviour...

-You know you really should go to the police.

-No.

But I will help, be your witness.

One of my colleagues, her husband, he is a sergeant...

-I can't go to the police.

-Why not?

They've been blackmailing me. For a few weeks now.

-Now they've taken all my cards.

-With all the more reason...

I can't!

But you are the innocent victim.

Not completely.

Perhaps we shouldn't talk about this here.

No, what better place to unburden your heart?

Well, you see...

I've brought...

company back to my house.

Women.

Women I've met on the streets. One of them worked for that man.

-I see...

-I know I was wrong, Mrs Tembe.

But I've been on my own for so long. Eight years!

I needed someone to talk to as much as anything.

-Just to have contact with another...

-You are right.

But not that girl. Believe me.

This is not the place.

-I didn't touch her.

-Mr Greenaway!

-This is the house of God!

-Please!

And that girl, that girl is only 15 years old.

Mrs Tembe!

I swear I didn't know.

And I didn't touch her. I'd never do that.

I'm sorry. You know what you have to do.

-Go to the police?

-You have no choice!

I'll need a witness.

Sorry, Heston, can you take a look at this?

It's a new form for the drugs trial. Every doctor's getting one.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah, if you could fill in any potential candidates,

-then Admin can send the letters out.

-And what's your role in this?

Well, co-ordination. And administration.

No wonder you get on so well with Howard.

Come on, Heston, I really need your support on this.

Have you met anyone with the condition, let alone treated them?

Well, no, but...

Don't you think you should if you're going to be the big "head honcho"?

-Like who?

-Hugh Devlin. Very nice chap.

Don't give him the big I Am. And don't build his hopes up.

We'll just fill out a couple of forms. It won't take long.

-Excuse me.

-Mrs Tembe, everything OK?

Can we have a word with you for just one minute?

Uh...give me two ticks.

He will not be long.

I can't do this.

-Mr Greenaway!

-Just tell him what you want.

-You must speak to him.

-I can't.

-For your sake too.

-They won't believe me. Any more than you did.

-That is not true.

No smoke without fire. It was written all over your face.

It'll be my word against his and...that girl's.

Sergeant Hollins will understand.

And the courts? And the papers?

-You know what they'll call me, don't you?

-I know I was a little harsh.

I don't blame you. I'd have thought the same thing.

But I was rather...disappointed.

What, because I go to church?

Isn't that what you're supposed to go there for?

Down on your knees every Sunday, begging for forgiveness.

"We have sinned against thee in thought, word and deed!"

No, because of your wife.

Who do you think I was begging for?

All I ever tried to do was to make her happy.

Sooner than betray her, I'd rather cut off my right arm.

I suppose after she'd gone, I could have looked for someone else.

But they'd always be second best after Lucy.

And that didn't seem fair somehow.

So I decided to look for something else...in the gutter.

Now they're going to drag her name...our name...

through all this filth.

Mr Greenaway...

-please, where are you going?

-There's something I've got to do.

-But what?

-Something I should've done years ago. Eight years ago.

You are frightening me.

Think about your faith. You must not despair.

It's a little late for that.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Yeah.

-Sorry...

-Don't even try, Karen.

Um, I just thought I'd leave that with you. No hurry.

-Just some facts and figures from the internet.

-Concerns me how?

Well, scary, really, what you can find out about people online.

-These are property prices.

-Down our street.

These are the figures for our side, which comes to...

-18.5.

-Million.

And these are the houses opposite.

-The posh ones.

-Where do your friends live?

Both sides, really. It's funny,

cos there they are with all that money and nothing to do

but stare in the mirror and watch the years go by.

Mr Greenaway? Mr Greenaway? Open the door. It's the police.

He's not here. Neither is his car.

Where do you think he would be?

With his wife.

Listen, I'm sorry if it was short notice.

Don't worry. I'm not exactly rushed off my feet.

-Dr Carter said you might be able to help me out.

-How?

Well, just a chat, really.

I love that guy.

What is it you want to know?

Well, we're setting up a drugs trial for lupus

with St Phil's. St. Philomena's..

-Yeah, yeah.

-And I need...

-A guinea pig?

-I wouldn't put it like that.

-Cos I'll do anything to get out from under this.

-I don't think it's that simple.

-Go for it. Give me whatever you've got.

Honestly, I just wanted a chat.

Yeah, I'm only kidding.

Hey, do you want a cup of tea? Beer?

-If I look over here, I'll meet you back there.

-OK.

Oh, Mr Greenaway!

Mrs Tembe!

No, no, no!

Mr Greenaway? Oh, no, no!

Mrs Tembe, stand back.

Let me in. Mr Greenaway!

7244 to control.

I need an ambulance urgently at St Bernadette's Church, Thorne Road.

Mr Greenaway.

Please, please, Lord.

SHE SOBS

Seriously, she thought lupus was something to do with wolves,

like I was baying at the moon or something.

Then my wife's father thought she said "loopy", which is fair enough.

How she did take it?

Well, Jodie doesn't show it much but she worries.

Who wouldn't? Especially when they said it was affecting my heart.

Then three days after the diagnosis, she came back with an exercise bike.

-Told me to do 20 miles.

-You're kidding me!

-She's right, though.

We can't be too careful. Especially with the big day coming up.

-What's that?

-We're having a baby, couple of months. A boy, as it goes.

-Wow!

-Yeah, I know!

-Congratulations, mate.

-Thanks.

So, what's the score with this drug thing?

Early days.

Do you think I'd be right for it?

Dr Carter wasn't sure.

But what do you think?

I think we need to see if you can meet the criteria first.

Worth a punt, though? I mean, just imagine if it worked.

But it's not going to be a miracle cure. Not 100%.

10%'s fine by me.

It's 10% more I can give my son.

I'll see what I can do, OK?

That's the spirit! And thanks.

Jodie will be so happy. She'll be made up.

Get off me! You don't even know what you're talking about!

-I've not done anything wrong!

-Get off me!

Through here, Mrs Tembe.

Thank you.

Were you and Mr Greenaway friends?

Yes, but...

I have not been a very good one.

Why do you say that?

Because I judged him...

..when he came to me for help - that is not a Christian thing to do.

-Oh, come on.

-And now look what has happened.

Mrs Tembe, this is not your fault.

You were just trying to help him.

-Are you sure you want to go through with this?

-Yes.

Yes, I promised I would be his witness.

I only turned around for a second.

By the time I ran into the car park...

Stop! 'He was being driven away.'

People could accuse you of preferential treatment.

The Gazette would love that - "Scandal as Local Doc Bends Rules".

Haven't you had enough of being in the papers?

-I can't let you do this. Just back off!

-You can't stop me.

I've waited four years. I want my son!

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