Something on the Air Doctors

ALARM BEEPS

ALARM STOPS

How long have you been awake?

Most of the night.

It might not be that bad.

No. It could be worse.

The most important thing is that you know you did the right thing.

Do I?

Oh, baby bear...

ALARM BEEPS

Morning, tiger.

Didn't think you'd surface so quickly. Not after last night.

-What's up?

-Freya.

Today's the day that the... hits the fan.

-She must have known the risks.

-I should have stood up for her.

And put your career on the line as well?

Do you think it'll come to that?

I just wish I could fast-forward today. Get it over and done with.

-You could do the next best thing.

-What's that?

You've got a temperature.

-No, I haven't.

-They don't know that.

No, I couldn't.

Look, I'll go first. I'll show you.

No, that's crazy.

What do you want to do? Have a mare of a day at work

or spend the rest of the morning in bed with me?

Well, when you put it like that...

It's a couple of miles up the M55. Hotel's off the second roundabout.

-We should be relaxing in the hotel Jacuzzi by seven.

-Can't wait.

HE GASPS

You said you were feeling better.

What's keeping Patterson's? They said they'd get back to me last night.

-They did.

-What?

-You'd already gone home.

-Why didn't you say something?

If we lose that contract...

Mr Patterson had a few queries about your numbers

but he seemed very happy with my answers.

They put in an order for 2,000 units.

What's this? You haven't even touched your breakfast.

-Sorry, love. No appetite.

-You, turn down a bacon butty?

-You should be home in bed.

-You know I can't.

Have you looked in the mirror?

The doctor will sort me out.

You could still get your deposit back if you cancel now.

-We've worked hard for this.

-I'll pop to the printers.

Pick up the posters.

We're a family business. I should be going with you.

Kirsty's bilingual.

She speaks French.

The conference is in Blackpool.

Yeah, but a lot of our potential customers are from Europe.

Besides, I need you here, minding the shop.

I'll save this for the trip.

Any post for me?

-There you go.

-Thank you.

-COMPUTER ERROR TONE

-Oh, no.

-It's for Heston.

But I was sure...

I cannot apologise enough.

It's all right.

You OK?

Have you ever had one of those days when something is not right

and you cannot quite put your finger on it?

-Sounds like any Monday morning to me.

-No.

No, this is something very, very different.

What's he up to?

-Oh!

-Isn't it amazing?

-Wow! Aren't you beautiful?

-What do you think it is? Long-eared? Tawny?

Can't say I'm that hot on owls.

What do you...? Oh, she's gone.

I'm not making any excuses.

I know that what I did was against the rules,

but I'm ready to face the consequences.

I see.

So what happens now?

I'll have to speak to Howard, the other partners,

and the GMC may have to be involved.

And the drugs trial?

Suspended, pending further investigations.

I'm not going to lie to you, Freya.

This is bad for the practice and you personally.

I'm really sorry that I disappointed you.

I've seen worse lapses of judgement.

But I'm finished here, aren't I?

Not if I have anything to do with it.

Does the nausea come on at any particular time of day?

Evenings? Mornings? After meals?

Any time, really.

And the sweating?

Comes and goes.

Have you changed your diet?

-No.

-Eaten anything out of the ordinary?

There was a dodgy curry, but that was months ago.

Is that what you think this is? Upset stomach?

I'm not sure yet.

We'll take a couple of samples,

then we'll see if we can identify the problem. Is that OK?

-Yeah.

-Good.

Can I interest you in bliss in a bag?

Excuse me?

I represent Letherbridge's finest manufacturer

of hand-cooked potato scallops.

You mean crisps?

Gourmet snacks. Five flavours. 100% natural ingredients.

Perfect for hard-working doctors - or receptionists.

I usually always carry some samples with me.

Perhaps it is just as well.

Some of my colleagues already eat too much junk food.

Well?

Samples. But she doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong.

Oh, good. I still don't think you're well enough to travel, though.

I'll be fine. You don't hear Alan Sugar saying he can't do a deal

because he's got a gippy tummy, do you?

If we can't cancel, I'll go instead.

I don't think so.

HOOTING

Mrs Tembe?

It is here. In this very room.

What is?

HOOTING

OK, Daniel.

How could you?

It was only a joke, Mrs Tembe.

I do not appreciate being made a figure of fun.

-What is it with you and owls? Is it the beak, the eyes?

-Not funny.

I thought it was...a hoot.

You look like you could use a cup of tea.

Yes. Thank you.

Business cards - check.

Sales projections - check.

Best PA in the Midlands - double check!

HE GROANS

You do know how much I've been looking forward to this?

Get it up. You'll feel much better

HE VOMITS

You're not going to disappoint me now, are you?

Just don't tell Irene about this.

Our little secret.

Uh, Mrs T,

can you tell me when's Kevin got a break in his patient list, please?

He is not here.

Is he on home visits?

No. He was not feeling well. He has taken the day off.

Of course he has.

Dr Wilson.

Oh, Dr Cassidy...

Can I have a word with you about Mr Proctor?

What about him?

Are you sure he does not need to go to the hospital?

Yes, I'm sure. Why?

What if there is something seriously wrong with him?

Maybe he is iller than he realises.

If you know something about my patient, you need to tell me.

It was the owl.

The owl?

In the folklore of my country, it is extremely bad luck

to see a creature of the night in the daylight.

OK...

I know it is primitive superstition.

I've tried to ignore it,

but then there was this.

One sign could be ignored, but two?

Mrs Tembe, I thought you were a committed Christian?

To my very soul.

And you're getting into a flap over a couple of coincidences.

Y-yes.

Yes, I have been f-foolish.

Please. Can we forget that this conversation ever happened?

I think it would be best.

Dr Cassidy!

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

I fully accept that what I did was misguided

but I hope that you'll take into account

the personal pressure that I was under.

Your actions have brought yourself and this practice into disrepute.

And I'm sure that we can agree on some mutually acceptable punishment

that will allow me to prove to the partners that nothing like this

is ever going to happen again.

You can't possibly think you can continue working here?

-But Dr Carter...

-If I could, I'd dismiss you here and now.

But unfortunately, that's not within my power.

No, getting rid of bad doctors isn't as streamlined as it should be.

You could be facing a fitness-to- practice hearing with the GMC,

then a lengthy disciplinary process,

dragging the reputation of everyone in this practice through the mud.

Can I ask why Kevin isn't here?

I don't see what he could possibly contribute.

You're not a doctor. Um...

You can't possibly understand how seductive it can be,

seeing somebody in pain, and know you can help them.

-Playing God?

-Yeah, if you like.

Look...

Kevin, I know he was angry yesterday

-but I'm sure he's had time to calm down...

-I've spoken to Dr Tyler.

And what...?

He didn't have a single word to say in your defence.

It seems to me, you have one question to ask yourself.

Are you a suitable person to be a practising doctor?

Then maybe it would be better for your colleagues if you jumped

before you were pushed.

Or do you want to blacken their reputations as well as your own?

I thought I'd feel better after chucking up

but my guts are still doing somersaults.

Can't you give me some pills to stop me being sick?

Not until we know what's wrong with you.

I'm going away this afternoon. Two nights in Blackpool.

It's the annual Potato Products conference. I can't miss it.

The only place you're going is hospital.

That's impossible.

Both your blood pressure and your temperature are up from this morning.

And this tenderness to your stomach is new.

I'm afraid we can't wait for your test results to come through.

Mr Proctor, please!

-I really think you should go to St Phil's.

-Yeah, I got the message.

-If it gets any worse...

-Thanks for your help.

You've done what?

-Handed my notice in.

-But why?

I've done it, and you know what?

-I'm glad.

-You just gave into him?

He didn't really give me a lot of choice, Mand.

Freya, you know he's a bully. Why didn't you fight back?

-Maybe a change will be good for me.

-This is your career on the line!

-Everything you've ever worked for.

-I've always wanted to travel.

And I could work abroad.

And what about me?

Come with me.

Drop everything, yeah? A job I love,

my friends, everything, and just follow you around?

Why does everything have to be so melodramatic?

Why can't you just sit tight, take your punishment and carry on?

OK, keeping my job here?

Never a possibility.

Maybe if Kevin had stood up for me in the first place

instead of being such a coward...

-Forget Kevin!

-No!

He's really dumped me in it, OK?

-I'm going to go round there.

-Hey, hang on.

I can't let him pretend this isn't happening, OK?

He'll be at Michaela's. I'll go to hers.

Just leave it. You're going to make things worse.

Why do you always have to go stomping around like a flaming idiot?

If you're not going to help me, back off.

What is it about you and Kevin, eh?

You're obsessed.

Are we even having a relationship

or are you just waiting for him to become available?

This has got nothing to do with us.

No, this is about you and your bloody ego again!

Fine.

What are you doing?

I'm packed and ready to go. Kirsty and I will make a great team.

-I've already said I was...

-Look at you. You can't drive in that state.

-We're going in my car.

-I'll ring as soon as we get to the hotel.

How come you've never been this keen on a conference before?

Times are hard. We need the orders.

And that's all you're interested in? The money?

I am so sorry to interrupt.

You're...the receptionist.

Yes. But I am not here in an official capacity.

If we don't go now, we'll hit all the traffic.

Excuse me, is there somewhere else we can go to speak?

-I'm very worried about your health, Mr Proctor.

-Don't be.

-Worried, why?

-Fit to go. Isn't that what the doctor said?

-Yeah.

-Mr Proctor!

I didn't want to worry you.

So even though the doctor says you're too ill, you're still going?

-What could possibly be the attraction?

-Why're you looking at me?

Oh, don't play innocent.

I know it's not the Blackpool air you're going for.

How many different ways are there to say it? We're not having an affair.

-Then why do you keep favouring her over me?

-I don't.

Then why are all her ideas suddenly so wonderful and mine are binned?

How come she gets the four-star hotel and I get the half-empty bed?

Do you really want the truth, Irene?

You couldn't sell oxygen to a drowning man.

Look, I'm sorry. It's just business.

-I may be after your job, but I don't want your man.

-Where are you going?

Blackpool. You're clearly not well enough

and someone's got to represent the company.

We can discuss my pay rise when I get back.

I'm so sorry.

Why would I look at another woman when I've got you?

As you are no longer going away,

can I suggest that you follow Dr Cassidy's advice?

It is always better to be safe than sorry.

You're the receptionist. What do you know about anything?

I have no medical training. This is true.

But sometimes you have to follow your instinct.

Do your bosses even know you're here?

-No.

-No. Then I suggest you leave,

and I don't have to make a phone call.

PROCTOR GASPS

He needs an ambulance.

He needs his own bed and someone to look after him.

-Agh!

-Look, he's going to be fine! He just needs a rest.

Yes, ambulance, please.

MUFFLED MUSIC: "Same Mistake" by James Blunt

# So while I'm turning in my sheets And once again, I cannot sleep

# Walk out the door and up the street

# Look at the stars beneath my feet

MUSIC CONTINUES, LOUDER

# So here I go

# I'm not calling for a second chance

# I'm screaming at the top of my voice

# Give me a reason but don't give me choice

# Cos I'll just make the same mistake again... #

SHE SNIFFS

OK...

Uh...

Yeah, fire brigade, please.

There's been an explosion.

MICHAELA COUGHS

Kevin! I can't...

Kevin!

Kevin!

Michaela? It's OK, I'm here.

I've got you, come on. Come with me.

THEY BOTH COUGH

SIRENS WAIL

Let me look at you, sweetheart.

-Was Kevin with you?

-He was asleep.

OK, where is Kevin, Michaela?

You left him in there?

Kevin!

-Smoke inhalation. There's one still inside.

-You can't go back in.

My friend's in there!

Kevin! No!

Kevin!

Where are you?

SHE COUGHS

Kevin! Come on!

Kevin!

No, no, no!

Come on!

I've got you. I've got you.

Come on! Stay with me!

CRASH, RUMBLE

Hopefully this will make you feel better soon.

How do they not know what's wrong?

Why are you here?

Two sugars. For the shock.

This is a very good hospital. They will find the answer.

How? They must have done all the tests for all the obvious things.

Are you sure you have told them everything?

I've already been over this with Dr Cassidy. There's nothing.

Hey!

I'll be all right.

I thought I was losing you.

Never.

What are you doing?

I don't care what happens to me, as long as you get better.

Do you know what's wrong with him?

-Block Be Gone.

-What?

-The drain cleaner?

-Tiny amounts.

But it can't be that. I've never used it.

Oh, my goodness.

Hot chocolate, soup, bacon sandwiches.

You've been poisoning me?

I didn't think it was enough to hurt you.

You've got to believe me. I just wanted to stop you.

I thought if you went away with Kirsty, you'd never come back.

SHE SOBS

MUFFLED VOICES SHOUT

I can hear movement! Anyone?!

THEY SHOUT

Can you hear me?

I'm just going to take a look at your arms, OK?

I didn't feel anything.

That'll be the adrenalin.

And Michaela?

-Stabilised. On route to St Phil's.

-Why isn't he moving?

You've got to do something. Kev?

He's in safe hands. Come on. Stay with me. Keep talking.

That's OK, Mr Proctor.

So, no long-term side effects! That is good news.

Two weeks?

Ever since the night you said you were taking Kirsty, not me.

I was making tea. Shepherd's pie.

The drain cleaner was sitting there.

So it was about revenge for an affair that was all in your head?

-No.

-Then why?

Kirsty's young. What did you say?

Fresh, exciting. She wouldn't nurse you, care for you like I can.

I thought if you realised you still needed me...

They've probably told the police by now.

I won't put you through any more pain. I'll admit everything.

I won't be pressing charges. I made you do this.

You should never have had reason to doubt me.

Let's start again.

Oh, David!

SIREN WAILS

ALARM BEEPS

OK, I need a blue call to St Phil's!

Got an adult male, respiratory arrest.

29-year-old. Smoke inhalation from a house fire.

Respiratory arrest en route, bag and mask.

Dr Taylor!

Pulse of 100. Respiratory rate 32.

31-year-old. Smoke inhalation. Same fire.

Partial thickness burns to her lower arms, no loss of consciousness.

SATS at 98 but fluctuating.

Several episodes of tachypnea.

Give me respiratory rates.

I need blood pressure.

Let's order some tests and bloods for both, please.

Let's get a second line in here.

Excuse me. Can you...?

O2 saturation 95.

Respiratory rate...

Kevin?

Come on, people.

Kevin!

Let's titrate another 10 of morphine and 10 mils of saline.

Can you hear me?

I just need to check your arms.

MONITOR FLATLINES

I need a crash cart!

Come on, everybody.

Charging.

I warned the wrong people!

Clear!

DEFIBRILLATOR THUMPS

Charging. Clear!

-Captain Bellamy?

-It's been a while since anyone's called me that.

That's our resident comedian, Danny Hooper.

There's always one. He probably needs a good kick up the backside.

-You need to approach that CV like an exercise.

-Is that what you do?

I try not to think of the people at work as the enemy,

but it's a lot more fun when you do.

I'm sorry, mate.

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