Never Found Doctors

Hey! Hey, stop!

Stop! Stop!

Sorry.

I find it very hard to believe you didn't see any of it.

Yeah, it was absolutely everywhere.

I have nothing against the Queen,

just the day off meant I could finally watch The Killing on DVD.

Seems a bit disrespectful, somehow.

Well, I won't tell her if you won't.

-I will.

-What are you going to do for the Olympics? Watch The Wire?

OK, everyone, may I have your attention, please?

Do we have a choice?

Now, I've already spoken to all the others,

but I need you all to suggest suitable patients

for the lupus trials. Names by close of play today.

Close of play? Someone's been spending time with Howard.

Mock all you like, but this trial will put The Mill on the map.

And with increased funding we might finally be able to get a tea urn.

Freya?

No, you're all right.

Well, they're here if anyone needs them.

I didn't know lupus had two Ps.

I knew I was right.

No, you didn't!

Where do I know him from?

Who?

He's probably been in here before.

No, his first visit, he's a temporary patient.

Maybe he's just got one of those faces.

Now, which of you lovely ladies do I have a present for?

-Oh, you shouldn't have.

-Really?

-Tell you at lunchtime.

-That's not fair!

Mr Crossland, please?

Waiting's the best bit.

You know I can't even wait for my nails to dry!

Thank you for the reassurance, Dr Carter.

My pleasure, Mr Dobson. Take care now.

Hey, wait!

Mr Gardiner?

Oh! Hang on, mate!

This way, please.

OK, let's have a look at this, Mr Gardiner.

How did you do manage to do this?

I just fell.

On the ground, or did you hit something?

Yeah.

OK. Can you make a fist?

And sort of flex your fingers?

Move a bit to the right.

Ooh, that hurts, does it? OK.

Is this going to take long?

Move your thumb.

Is my wrist broken?

I think you've just sprained it.

Who was that man?

Have you seen Jimmi?

-Is he not in his room?

-Nope.

You weren't going to badger him, were you?

It's not been ten minutes yet!

I reckon it's a chocolate fountain.

We saw one on telly and thought it'd be a good idea to have one.

What, for entertaining?

Mmm, not just for entertaining.

Wey-hey-hee!

Or it could be a spa day.

-That's it, I'm going to get pampered.

-Could be.

Or jewellery!

He knew I was upset when I lost my charm bracelet.

Well, there's one thing I know for certain -

you're going to have to wait to find out.

Look, Doctor, don't worry about patient confidentiality,

no-one needs to know.

It's just between you, me and these four walls.

I can't talk to you about another patient.

You called him Mr Dobson?

-Does he live in Letherbridge? Has he got family?

-Mr Gardiner!

I'm certainly not going to tell anyone where I got the information.

Well, I'm not going to give you any information.

I am going to give you a prescription for painkillers.

And see if one of our nurses can strap your wrist.

This is really important.

Why do you want to know, anyway?

Oh, Mandy, are you free to look at one of our patients?

Excellent, I'll send him through.

If you'd like to follow me?

Mandy's ready for you now.

Listen, sorry if I put you on the spot.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I hope your wrist gets better soon.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

-Hey.

-Hey.

-How's it going?

Fine, yeah, yeah.

How's your morning?

Oh, come on, Jimmi, I can't do this any more!

You've got to tell me!

OK.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Hmm.

THEY BOTH GIGGLE

It's a number.

It's a runner's number.

And...

..this one's mine.

I've signed us up for a 10K.

Right.

It's something we can do together?

It's in three weeks.

Anyway, I'd better "run" to see my patient.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Have you got that Mr Gardiner's notes?

I need to file them on the system.

Indeed.

Oh, by the way, Mandy said he didn't show up.

So I don't know if you want to follow that up?

Heston?

Mr Dobson's notes are the wrong way round.

I don't need Mr Dobson's notes.

What?

DOORBELL

DOOR KNOCKER

Doctor Carter?

Mr Gardiner, we need to talk.

Look, I'm sorry about the nurse. Maybe I can come back?

It's not about that. It's because you went through my notes.

No, I didn't.

I'm convinced you did.

You can't prove it.

Why do you want to know about Mr Dobson?

It's better if you came in.

CHILD'S LAUGHTER ECHOING

I was only turned around for a second,

getting an ice cream.

When I looked around, I couldn't see Steven anywhere.

Didn't know where to look, which direction.

All these faces, blocking my way.

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

..he was being driven away.

I could see him, staring out the back.

I am so sorry.

I couldn't hear him...

but he was crying.

That was 2008.

Did anyone get the registration?

It was stolen.

Why do you think Mr Dobson has...

I found out Mr Dobson was a local councillor.

His wife died eight years ago.

That's just the sort of thing that could push a man over the edge.

Well, yes, but...

Six years ago...

..one of his colleagues on the council was convicted

for having indecent images on his computer.

You saw the man four years ago.

The memory can play all sorts of tricks.

It's fate, Dr Carter.

This morning I hurt my wrist and came to see you.

If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have seen him.

It's meant to be.

It would be a huge coincidence

if Mr Dobson was the man who took your child.

Coincidences happen, Dr Carter.

KNOCKING

Come in!

I've asked Mr Molloy to come through for his dressing.

Well, you could have called me.

I wanted to see you.

Cos I've been thinking, we really should set some goals for our running.

Obviously, I understand about the mechanics of setting small,

incremental runs to increase the cardiovascular fitness.

Who doesn't?

But I think we should also have a reward system

for every milestone.

Psychologically it can really help you push for the extra mile.

Shouldn't you send in Mr Molloy?

Before he sets his own goal to run home?

Do you know what's really important with running?

Surprise me.

Shoes.

So I think we should get some better ones - 200 quid should do it.

We can't spend that amount on two pairs of trainers!

No, each one.

Right, I'll send him through.

Who's the other boy?

My other son, Robbie.

He's with my wife back in Coventry.

-Well?

-Do you see Robbie?

Not since I moved out.

Come on, stop stalling. It's him, isn't it? Plain as day.

There are hundreds of men who could match this photo-fit.

What if it's Dobson?

What then?

Are you still going to defend him?

'I moved to Letherbridge

'because two different people contacted Steven's Trust.

'Said they'd seen a man who could match the photo-fit.

'And this is three years after all the media attention,

'all the press reports, all of that died down.

'These were people who stumbled on our website

'and thought they'd seen the man.'

'Two separate people, one location.'

How can that be coincidence, Dr Carter?

-Two people can get it wrong.

-But three?

I saw him with my own eyes.

If you're certain, you should go to the police.

-It'd take too long.

-I know someone you can talk to.

Just tell me one thing.

Does Dobson have a boy that lives with him?

He'd be about nine years old.

Well, if you're not going to help...

I can't imagine what you and your wife are going through.

How did you really hurt that?

I thought I saw him in the back of a car.

Managed to stop this one.

It breaks me up to think he might be calling someone else Dad.

But I've always held on to the thought that one day

he might find his own way home.

Now, I think I can get him back myself.

Think about what you're doing.

There's no way I can walk away, is there?

-Now, if you don't mind...

-Not without your assurance.

Crossing this line will be the biggest mistake you make.

I'm not saying you don't investigate it,

but do it properly.

All right. I'll do it your way.

His name is Sergeant Hollins.

Maybe I have been acting a little crazy.

Thanks.

Talk to him.

Engaging your core - that's the key to steady breathing.

Yeah, if you keep your rib cage upright and look straight ahead,

you're less likely to think about what your lungs are doing.

The only way I would do 10K is in the car.

It's more about thinking you can run than you can't, isn't that right, Elaine?

Absolutely. I mean, our evolutionary coding's well suited to running,

so any distance should be possible.

I'm going to see if I can make it to that table.

-It's all about being in the zone.

-I think I'm in the zone.

I wonder where Cherry's got to?

Do you know, that's just what I was thinking.

What cool-down regime would you use?

Ah. Long, long stretches.

You look like someone's scratched your Vivaldi, you all right?

I've got this patient, Mr Gardiner.

And he lost his son and is convinced that this other patient,

Mr Dobson, abducted him.

Well, I can see why that would play on your mind.

But I think Mr Gardiner may be lying to me.

About what?

He said he'd report it to the police. I think he's just fobbing me off.

Well, then maybe you need to warn Mr Dobson.

Well, I don't want to alarm him.

I had this friend who would drive past the houses of people

that she fancied, just to see if...

See if they were in, see what they were doing, that kind of thing.

Did that work?

Yeah, I'd always... She'd always...

Yes, it did, it worked. So maybe you could drive past Mr Dobson's house,

just check everything's OK?

-Heston?

-Yeah?

Do you think he's right?

About Dobson?

I don't know.

But you do what you can for your patients, don't you?

KNOCKING

Yeah?

How are the trial numbers looking?

Looking like I've almost got the eight people I need.

So I'm too late to put forward a patient?

Might have room for a little one, yeah.

Take a form.

But I need the name and details by the end of the day, otherwise it'll...

..be too late.

HUMMING "CHARIOTS OF FIRE" THEME

Don't!

I hope you got yourself a good sports bra!

Yeah, it's just another thing

to add to the list of things we need to buy.

Aw, I think it's nice.

After all, you wanted to do something together.

Yeah, I didn't think it'd be comparing blisters.

As long as you engage your core.

It's all right for you.

I have to spend the next three weeks

pretending to be excited about all of this stuff.

Well, count yourself lucky that Jimmi's hobby doesn't include

keeping maggots in the fridge - that'd test your acting skills.

Share the gossip.

Oh, it's nothing, we...

We were going on about people who take up a sport

-and become a total bore.

-Yeah, you know the type.

Ooh, I went out with a cyclist once,

he wouldn't stop going on about his inner tube!

Will you just break my legs?

PAINED LAUGH

You again?

How's my favourite aunt?

Two visits in one week.

Is this what's known as stalking?

I think that involves more rummaging in bins.

Argh!

No! Please, what do you want?!

Stop, please!

Help me, someone! Help me, please!

Thank you.

I can't tell you how much the dust on those bugs me.

I can clean them and put them back if you like?

No, it's all right. I'll keep them somewhere lower.

Slowly, bit by bit, there's less of this house that I can get to.

You didn't come here to listen to me moan.

Actually, I came here to help you.

And you have.

No, um...

There's a new drug treatment for lupus being trialled at St Phil's.

Early indications show that it can alleviate some of the symptoms.

And we're putting forward patients at the Mill.

I could get my GP to put me forward, couldn't I?

It's got to be from the Mill.

But I've been with Dr Sumner for nearly ten years, he knows me.

But, if you changed practices...

If you became my patient...

I don't know...

I wouldn't suggest this if I didn't think that it would really help.

So, I change practices, and you become my doctor?!

Yeah, but it's better if you don't tell anyone that we're related.

What's going on, Freya?

No, no, it's fine.

Just don't mention it to anyone at the Mill

and I treat you like any other patient.

Right.

We just tell a little white lie and everything'll be fine.

-Stanley?

-Dr Carter!

Where is he? Where's my boy?

Mr Gardiner, I need you to calm down..

-Just five more minutes and I'm finished.

-Stop this, Carl!

-You've seen the photo fit, you know it's him!

-That's not what I said.

-Now I can't let you do this, just back off!

-You can't stop me.

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

Mr Dobson has had one heart attack already.

If you carry on like this, he will have another.

This is not the man who took Steven.

How can you be so certain?

Look, I know you want your nightmare to end,

and the mind can play tricks on us.

-You've got to believe me.

-You've searched the house.

Steven's not there, is he?

Now give me that.

Slow, calm breaths.

Oh, my god!

Carl?

Please.

Stop what you're doing.

Stop it!

It's my dog.

It's all right.

Ooh, that's never a good thing to see.

Well, as long as you're not writing to a secret lover...

You know me, easily bought.

Kevin's drug trial?

Why the secrecy?

I'm trying to get my auntie on it.

It's no big deal.

We're allowed to treat relatives, there's no law against it.

Patti's not even a patient here.

She will be, by the end of today.

It's not illegal, no, but it is frowned upon,

for lots of different reasons.

You're starting to sound like Howard.

Freya, it's not a joke.

You could get into serious trouble if anyone finds out.

How's anyone going to find out?

I'll never give up.

I'll never stop looking.

No-one is expecting you to, but not like this.

You need help, and Robbie needs a father, too.

And if Steven does come home one day, what will he be coming back to?

Any chance of one of those?

Right, the drug on trial has shown

some pretty spectacular results for certain lupus sufferers, yeah?

And Patti, who's in pain, pretty much all the time,

and whose drugs are making her life a misery...

-Mand...

-People could accuse you of preferential treatment.

Oh, the Gazette'd love that, "Scandal As Local Doc Bends Rules".

Have you not had enough of being in the papers?

We've got different surnames, no-one's ever going to link us.

Does she meet the criteria for the trial?

Yes.

Right, well, I still think it's a bad idea,

but nothing I say's going to stop you, is it?

Can't you just trust me, for once?

I know what I'm doing.

I'm going to find Kevin and give him the form, OK?

I'm the antichrist, Nigel, not Donna Summer.

-Randy, I don't think...

-Ah!

Just get up there and find me someone

that can destroy the planet properly.

What was that?

That was one of life's little mysteries, sweetheart.

It's meant to be fun!

A few gags, games, get the punters relaxed.

Karen, I've never had a problem getting women to relax in my company.

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