Start Up Doctors

Not going to say goodbye?

-What time have I got to be there?

-Eight.

Better get your skates on.

-And work hard.

-I always work hard.

-I'm just saying...

there might be more where this came from.

I reckon if I could just get a bit of start-up money,

I could get my own business going.

Who'd wear that rubbish?

Mum, Dad?

I would.

Me too.

You think it's rubbish too?

No. Course not.

Anyway, it's what YOU think that counts.

If you believe in something yourself,

it doesn't really matter what anybody else thinks.

Come off it.

You thought Jack could get his own business going,

why don't you think the same about me?

Who got him his work today?

-Oi! Who got you your work today?

-You did.

Has it occurred to anyone

that maybe I might need a bit of support myself?

-We DO support you.

-Prove it.

Come here.

It's fine.

He looked terrible.

Who?

Kevin. Yesterday.

That's not surprising, is it?

I know, but the way he was talking... it's probably nothing.

At least he made it in.

Looking like death. Anyway...

-what are you going to do with your morning off?

-I'm not sure.

OK. See you later.

Bye.

Mr Hargreaves. Thanks for meeting me here.

Few problems with the neighbours. I like your T-shirt.

Oh! Thanks, one of Imogen's - my sister's.

Of course, Rebecca's doing something similar.

Right, then, time waits for no man.

So what'll we be doing?

Good point. You may be a little overdressed.

Want to see my latest creation?

-Hot off the press!

-Wow, that is stunning.

-How long have you been in?

-I got in early. Home's like a war zone.

Yeah, but not for too much longer.

Thanks for getting that work with your dad for Jack, by the way.

I should be thanking YOU.

My dad is the tightest man in the universe, officially.

-He washes his hair with soap.

-Really?

-Bi-weekly.

That's once every two weeks. He's probably only hired Jack

because it's the cheapest option.

Not that cheap - he agreed to pay quite a lot of money for a little bit of work, you know.

Lucky Jack. I'm surprised he didn't just do it himself.

He won't give me any money to go to art school in September.

What about a student loan?

For the fees, maybe. But how would I live?

-He won't give you ANYTHING?

-He's a right miser.

That's awful.

Didn't used to be. But everything's changed since Mum did one.

Do you still see her?

Oh, yeah.

I get to be with Mum wherever she ends up in the summer.

Greece, this year. And I'll be modelling these on the beach.

Hey, do you reckon I could sell these?

Yeah. Easy.

-You'd make shedloads of cash.

-Only, I wouldn't have a clue where to start.

-I bet I could sell them.

Really?

Yeah. Why not?

I got Jack a good deal, didn't I?

It's what I do.

This is outrageous.

You agreed to do the work.

No, I didn't. My sister did.

Hey son, a contract is a contract.

-She's your agent.

-I study law. Thanks

You'll know all about it, then.

Come on, chop, chop! Time is money.

So what's your business plan?

-What?

-Where do you see yourself in five years?

Halfway to your skip. Couldn't they have left it by the house?

What'd be the company name?

Mugs Are Us.

Played.

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-I'll, er...

-leave you to it, then.

-Hang on!

MAN WHISTLES

What?

You ARE joking? A day's light work?

More like 12 solid hours lugging rubble.

Why didn't you negotiate an hourly rate?

What?

Ever so sorry, it's an emergency.

I don't know anything about selling clothes.

You'll just have to do it yourself, I've done my bit.

-'You shouldn't have said it if you can't deliver.'

-I didn't phone up for a lecture, I need help.

Get on the phone.

-'I am.'

-No,

to someone you can sell them to.

It's a good idea but we can't do it for you.

Not a problem - piece of cake.

Sorry, love, but I've got to go.

-Good luck.

-Bye, then.

TV PLAYS

'..louder, I might hear you...'

TV: 'They're really quacking - how about doing some flapping?'

-VOICE ECHOES:

-'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 to me in the first place

'instead of being such a coward...

'Forget Kevin!

'This is about you and your bloody ego again!

'Just leave it, you're just going to make things worse.

'Why do you always have to stomp around like a flaming idiot?!

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

'Are we even having a relationship

'or are you just waiting for him to become available?!'

DOORBELL RINGS

SOUND FROM TV: 'Flap, flap, and do the duck.

'Waddle! Now for the end part of our chorus...'

FAINT SOUND OF TV

Mand, I know that you're in there.

I can hear the television.

I can see a candle in the window.

Mand, I'm not going anywhere until you let me in.

-Oh, my God, two dozen!

-I can't believe it.

-Because of YOU.

-No, YOU.

-No, YOU,

-you star.

-We'd better get printing!

THEY SQUEAL

TV PLAYS

'But will it help him wrap up the race?'

TV CONTINUES

'Check out the screen...'

Can I turn it down?

Kevin's come back to work.

He thinks it's the best way of dealing with things.

He can think what he likes.

You've got to get going at some point.

You can't sit around here for ever.

No?

When was the last time that you went out?

Can't remember.

Have you been eating properly?

Why don't we go out, do a bit of food shopping?

We can grab a coffee...

There's coffee in the cupboards.

And food.

In that case,

why don't you go upstairs,

have a shower, get dressed...

I will clean up in here

and make us some lunch.

Can I turn it off?

I'd rather you didn't.

In that case, I will just work around it.

That's my boy.

You stick at it, I'll say that for you.

You haven't let me have a break.

If I did, we'd never finish.

That's because you misrepresented the amount of work.

It's called deception.

It's called getting the job done.

Together we can move mountains.

What about health and safety?

Good God, how old are you?

The rules are there for a reason.

I wish I'd hired someone Polish.

I wish you had.

Quick! We're out of here! Go!

-Quick, go!

-What's going on?

-Go.

Just go! Get the barrows in the house. Quick!

Go on, get it in, now! Quick!

Will you put that down please?

Oh, Mand, I'm really sorry.

-SHE SOBS:

-I was OK while Wimbledon was on,

but now that it's finished...

-SHE SOBS

-Oh, come here...

She must have come back early for lunch.

Who?

-My neighbour.

-So what?

We'll get back to work once she's gone.

Why?

We've been filling up someone else's skip, haven't we?

Best have our break now.

Did you bring sandwiches?

No wonder the shop keeper was so keen.

Why?

There's no way we can make these T-shirts cheaply enough.

The ink, the screens - there's just no way.

That's it, then, we're screwed.

Not necessarily...

Michaela knew she didn't have a smoke alarm.

Mand, you can't keep on going over it.

But she walked away. It was her fault...and Freya died.

-Mandy...

-It was my fault that she even knew Michaela...and Kevin.

And now he's gone back to work and...Freya never will.

And I'm living in her house,

cos her parents can't bear to get rid of it,

working where she worked...

..but the truth is...

..without her...

..who am I, without her?

You're who you were plus what she made you.

Where are your matches?

On the shelf.

I think you should set a date for getting back to work.

It doesn't have to be soon,

I just think that making that decision will make you feel better.

See!

That's it - any colour you want

as long as it's black and white! We can do these for half the price.

Let's just hope the shop owner likes it.

Of course she will!

So, what do we do now?

How should I know?

Son, we're in this mess together.

Together? This has got nothing to do with me.

What kind of property developer are you that won't even fork out for your own skip,

-and you live in the house while you're doing it up.

-You don't get rich by spending money.

-No. So give me mine and I'll be off.

-Your what?

My money. For what I've done.

-But the job's not finished.

-I'll settle for half.

That wasn't the deal. A contract is a contract.

We'll see about that.

Hey! We're in business!

She thought it was a little bit weird you not being here,

you being the designer, and all, but she's taking it on anyway.

Yeah, she's taking on the new design.

PHONE RINGS Hang on, I've got another call.

What now? Will you slow down?

Is that all right?

Tomato soup and a sandwich. Lightly toasted.

That's the way she liked it.

Not burnt, mind,

not even singed.

Sounds worse than Jimmi.

Oh, you had to get it just right, believe me.

I didn't even think you liked tomato soup.

I don't...

much.

But SHE liked it.

She could be a real pain, you know.

What would you do in your house

if you only had enough milk left for one cup of tea?

Share a cup with Jimmi.

Not Freya... She'd drink the tea.

Face the consequences.

Really?

She could be a real prima donna.

I didn't really know that side of her.

I didn't mind.

We worked well together.

Just...always had to make sure I had enough milk in.

I liked being there for her...

supporting her.

I never got angry.

Not until the day she died.

Everybody rows.

The things I said...

What kind of memory is that?

The good memories will come back.

Really?

It just takes time.

How do you know?

Let's just say...

Let's just say that you do the washing up

and I'm going to go and finish tidying up in here.

Cherry, you've not even started your lunch.

Your dad won't pay my brother.

What?

He won't give him the money for the work.

Like I'm surprised.

Will you call him?

What for? He never listens to a word I say.

It's like when I wanted to change courses.

At least you can pay your own way now...

If we make enough of the T-shirts. Is that what you're working out?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Not exactly, no.

What's up? The figures add up, don't they?

-It's just such small beer. However many we sell.

-Small beer?

And all this is...it's fascinating.

I think I like business much more than art.

What?

I've decided...

I'm going to change to Business Studies,

BA first and then an MBA. Harvard. Shoot for the stars.

After you've done the T shirts?

-Big business.

-So you're not going to do them?

No.

I've slogged my guts out to get you an order for your T-shirts

-and you're not going to make them?

-Why don't you try one of YOUR designs?

Because they're rubbish - you've got real talent.

So have you, you've just got to... believe in yourself.

-Is everything OK?

-When was the last time this place was cleaned?

Why don't you sit down?

-Because I want to get this done.

-It is done.

It's not done enough. You should be helping me.

Cherry, stop.

It makes things easier, it makes things better.

Did you think of checking what the job actually was?

-What happened...

-I would have been there all week!

..to my T-shirt?

Forget your T-shirt, I got conned.

-Why didn't you get any money out of him?

-He was using his neighbour's skip.

-What?

-If he wouldn't pay for his own skip, how was I going to get paid?

What a family.

I thought you were meant to be doing screen printing.

I was, but my T-shirts were rubbish, remember?

Give it here.

This one's not actually that bad.

It's one of Becks's.

PHONE RINGS

-'What?'

-Just to ask you if you've got any more of your T-shirts.

-Why?

In case I need to sell another one.

You what? Really?

-Got a tenner for it.

-You never!

-I did.

Young DC I'm working with. See, I told you

'you should believe in yourself.'

Thanks, Dad.

OK. Bye, love.

You have got to be kidding!

I thought you'd be pleased.

Business? This morning, it was art history.

-Art. It was art.

-And now it's business.

-I'd be good at it.

-Who says?

-You're saying that I wouldn't?

Who knows? You never stick at anything.

Never want to do the work.

Oh, go to hell!

Money?

-What money?

-You didn't pay my brother.

He did the work, now we want the money.

Except he didn't finish the job - bit like my daughter, really.

Failed the test.

Test? What test? What a family!

That it, or was there anything else?

I'm not going without the money.

You'll get the money when your brother keeps his side of the bargain.

Or how about I go round to your neighbours and tell them who's been fly-tipping in their skip?

Oh, blackmail now, is it? What a family(!)

I just hope the police don't get to hear of someone so young

demanding money with menaces.

Be my guest. Speed dial seven.

My Dad's Sergeant Hollins, one of Letherbridge's finest.

But you can call him Rob.

Are you OK?

This is about Scott, isn't it?

-What's going on?

-Those neighbours hate the sight of me.

I wouldn't listen to anything they say.

That is your skip, isn't it? That's what they said.

They can't stand me messing up the street.

Why did you tell Jack it was theirs?

To see what he was made of. I was hoping he'd show a bit of spirit...

Stick it out.

Why should he? You were paying him for a day's work.

And he failed the test. Like Rebecca.

I've stood by her, splashed out the cash on all her schemes,

-and what she doesn't understand...

-What she doesn't understand

is why she has to live every day of her life in a bombsite.

Do you know how dull it is? This kind of work.

But you do it because it pays the bills.

The neighbours can't stand you. Your own daughter can't stand you.

You've no-one to talk to all day long.

So you hired Jack to keep you company?

I hired him because I needed someone to help.

Someone who'd give me a bit of moral support.

What Rebecca should have been doing.

So we can turn this place into a real home for someone.

I haven't thought about him for ages.

If things had been different...

He was the love of my life... until Jimmi.

I felt like I'd lost everything...

-..and then weeks, months, years later

-What, my Jimmi"ll come along?

I'm not saying you'll just get over it...

Just that life goes on.

You've still got your job... your friends at work...

My friend at work has gone.

The rest of us?

Kevin?

Patients? You're a nurse.

It's what you do.

Just pay Imogen the money you owe her.

Now that's one thing you've always been brilliant at -

asking for the money.

What is wrong with you?

You've no idea where money even comes from!

Oh, sorry, you do - me.

Bank of Dad. Fancy yourself in business? Hah!

Business?!

Your idea of a business is why I eat, sleep and breathe building rubble!

Will you just give me my money?

The business that pays the bills. Your bills.

And now I want to be in my kind of business,

so I can pay my own way and get out of this dump.

This dump, is...

Just give me my money!

-No wonder she's so flaky.

-I'm...not.

-You are.

You're no better.

Hiring people to get you through the day and keep you company and then welching on your debts?

Look...

You seriously want to go into business, right?

And you seriously want to get the rubble out and do this house up?

So do yourselves a favour - you push a few wheelbarrows round

and he'll teach you about business.

You show her the ropes and you'll soon have her talking to you.

And then you won't need a Jack to keep you company.

By the way...

Souvenir. And there's one for you.

Do you even want me to help you?

Yeah... You could start by filling that.

That'll be £100, please.

£200?

Call it working capital.

Maybe we're back in business.

It really does get easier.

Says the woman suddenly obsessed with cleaning.

It hits you when you least expect it.

Punches you in the stomach.

Yeah, something like that.

That's how I feel...all the time.

Gutted.

Empty.

It does stop being all the time.

Which is why, if you had something else someone else to think about...

Which is why you should think about coming back to work.

-Just because Kevin has?

-It's got nothing to do with Kevin.

-He'll be there.

And you'll have to deal with that.

and the rest of us and everyone else that knew Freya...

but most of the time you'll be listening to old people

moan about flu jabs and verucas and hemorrhoids.

-And that's supposed to make me feel better?

-Yeah,

because they don't know you and they don't know anything about you

or Freya, and all of a sudden, you'll start listening to their silly problems

and you'll forget about your own and you'll just want to hug them.

Or stop myself from strangling them.

You can hate them when they've gone, but when they're there they need you.

You're even nursing that.

It's cold.

How did you swing it?

He was really impressed by my negotiating skills.

"Jack Of All Trades"?

I just did it at the studio.

"Managing Director, Jack Hollins. Company Secretary, Imogen Hollins".

What makes you think I'd want to go into business with you?

-Why are there three?

-One for the company secretary,

one for the managing director

and one for our investment angel.

-What?

-He does want to see a business plan.

Who does?

Get your feet off... Now, THAT ONE I like.

-Yeah, it's good, is that.

-Her mate did it.

You're kidding me? The guy with no skip?

He'll be a sleeping partner. I made sure of that. I'm the brains of the outfit.

Who says?

That £100 quid I just gave you.

Fair enough.

I said get them off!

What if it was Jimmi?

-What?

-What if it was Jimmi that had died?

How long would it take you to come back to work?

I don't know.

I just think setting a date, making a decision,

it gives you back some sense of yourself.

Give you back some control.

I should be going.

Be a relief after the day you've had.

Sorry...

That was unfair.

And about Jimmi...

You're right.

It's all about...

doing something.

Being decisive.

I know it'll make you feel better, Mand.

So what do you reckon?

Some time next week?

I'll think about it.

That doesn't sound very decisive.

I meant...

I'll think about whether I'm coming back at all.

Your motor has stopped being the hot babe

and is now definitely moving into cougar territory.

-Since when did you tell me how to spend my money?

-Since we became

a family, Daniel. You and me and Joe.

Oh, I might have known you'd bring Joe into it.

I've got something special to show you.

For the last time, I forbid you to buy that car.

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