The Frighteners Doctors

BABY CRIES

Are you just going to let him keep crying?

Sorry, I thought you were...

Clearly.

BABY COUGHS

OK.

All right. Shhh.

Do you want some breakfast?

No, I'll pick up something later.

OK, OK.

Hello? This is your stop.

Anyway, good luck with the cooking competition this afternoon.

I'm not working this afternoon, I've got the competition.

-Don't you ever listen?

-Oh, sorry.

How could I be so insensitive?

Whenever you're ready, Karen!

Oh!

What are you doing for lunch today?

Do you want to go somewhere?

No, I'm far too busy.

I just thought you might want to have lunch with Jimmi, or Kevin,

or...Cherry.

Cherry?

Isn't she your new best friend

after you had lunch together last week?

We had a quick bite.

After Heston gave you the afternoon off?

She needed to meet a friend. So did I.

How is Andy?

Yeah, he's fine.

And his wife,

what was her name?

Caroline.

We should have them over.

Actually, we had a bit of a falling out.

Nothing serious?

Oh, er...

You know what blokes are like.

It started off with football, moved onto politics

and before you know it, we're insulting each other's mothers.

Think we should probably steer clear for a while.

That's a shame.

Yeah.

You know what, this one needs a change, I reckon.

Come on, then.

We are the gatekeepers of Coulterdale Manor,

and we can tell you some tales...

On an ancient burial ground was it built.

The first Lord of Coulterdale was kicked to death by his own horses.

The cursed house was left to his sons,

who fought like cat and dog.

One beat his brother and buried him alive,

right under your feet.

RECORDED CLANKING

But no-one escapes the curse of Coulterdale.

The buried lad had already poisoned his brother's wine cellar,

and the greedy sibling died in apathy.

Agony.

What did I say?

That is your final warning.

-Thanks, Denver.

-I don't know why you're bothered.

-Couple of weeks and we're gone.

-I told you, I'm not coming.

I didn't think you were serious.

What's the point of following you to university

-if I didn't get the grades?

-It's Manchester.

I'll go to lectures, you get a job. Then at night we hit the clubs.

I've already told Glory I'm staying.

Sean. This place is so sad.

They were enjoying it until you messed it up.

You're kidding yourself.

-You couldn't be scary if your life depended on it.

-Yes, I could.

You're about as scary as a bunny and a kitten having a cuddle.

Sorry, mate.

That is my cookery book!

I think they would call that "industrial espionage".

I just want to see what the competition is up to.

There is no competition.

I have secured the perfect sous chef.

Someone who has forgotten more about food in his lifetime

-than you will ever learn in yours.

-Oh, yeah. Who's that?

Doctor Carter.

-Not bad.

-SHE INHALES

But I think for this sort of competition,

you need someone who's younger and faster.

You and Heston are not going to know what's hit you

with Imogen on my side.

Well, I hope Imogen's cookery skills are more impressive than her filing.

It's bad enough losing you both this afternoon.

If you could do some work while you're here.

Vicky Reynolds?

Ah. Why don't we go through to my office?

All this aggravation for a pointless cake competition.

Excuse me, but there's nothing pointless about cake.

It's just as valid a hobby as you have.

You do have hobbies, don't you?

-A

-hobby..?

A soldier doesn't have much time for stamp collecting.

Neither does a practice manager.

Maybe if you did something pointless now and again,

you wouldn't be so stressed.

Come on.

I don't want to be late for my mum.

I'll just get an application form and that's it.

Do you really want to work here?

It actually looks really fun. We should do the tour.

-No.

-Oh, go on, it's only an hour.

And it would really help me with my interview.

Is that Sean from college... and Denver?

Oh, look. We should go and say hi.

What about the hen party last week? They couldn't stop screaming.

They were screaming when they got here and when they left.

I'm pretty certain they're still screaming now.

Wow, Denver. Nice costume.

Hey, Kristy. It's retro.

Yeah, really retro!

You forgot your application form.

-Thanks.

-Cheer up, Immie, it might never happen.

You knew they were here, didn't you?

-No...

-Right, well, it's been wonderful seeing you both...

You're not leaving?

Come on, what about a personal tour? I'll even show you

around this place if you want.

If I wasn't going before...

-We've been working here all summer. It's actually pretty good.

-Go on.

-I'll drop you home straight after.

-SHE SIGHS

How much is it?

Mandy, I can't read that date. Which is that, a 1 or a 7?

Yeah.

Well, which is it?

Oh, OK...

You know what? It's a 2.

Doctor Carmichael?

So which is it? I can't hang around all day.

It's a 2.

Interested only in women and drink,

he was disowned by his father and became a highwayman.

They called him the Letherbridge Blade and he showed no mercy.

He would butcher the men and ravage the women.

Then one night in 1704, the King's men laid a trap.

But the Blade took shelter in the house of a blacksmith,

and as a result an innocent man went with him to the gallows.

Every night the highwayman returns to the family home.

You can hear horses' hooves on the gravel path,

-and a pounding at the front door.

-RECORDED KNOCKING

And if you are foolish enough to open it...

-Yeah?

-Aaaarrgghhh!

Denver! What the hell are you doing?

-Having a bit of fun.

-That was great.

It's not funny, you know. We could get in trouble.

Oh, no, that would be terrible(!)

This job might not mean anything to you, but it does to me, OK?

Well, excuse me.

(Why do you hang out with that idiot?)

Hi.

Hi.

Was there anything in particular?

I wondered how you were.

I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?

Well, I just thought, this morning was...

Yeah?

Doesn't matter.

Daniel...

If you...if you did want to grab that sandwich later...

You know what, I'm going to drop in on a patient. Vicky Reynolds.

-Really?

-Yeah. She's pretty upset.

She's got some problems with her pregnancy

and she's facing some tough decisions.

I just read a bit of interesting research that might help her.

I'm sure that Vicky will appreciate it.

Enter if you dare,

the bedroom of Nathaniel Pounder.

Eighth Duke of Coulterdale, he too couldn't escape the curse.

-(Sean's pretty good.)

-(I wonder where Denver is.)

Returning from the war,

he found his wife in bed with his best friend,

and in a jealous rage he murdered them both.

RECORDED SCREAM

To this day, no-one stays in this room.

Those that do tell of terrible nightmares, a furious spectre

standing above the bed.

His cold hands reaching towards their throat.

If you listen,

you may hear his footsteps coming up the stairs...

If you listen really carefully...

I definitely don't hear anything.

Can you hear? Silent.

Silent as the grave...

Aaarghhhhh!

Give it up, Sean, you don't have what it takes.

Ah! My eye!

Come on, stop mucking about.

Give it a rest. Can't you see that he's hurt?

-I can't see.

-Don't just stand there.

The first aid kit, where is it?

-Sean, let me have a look.

-No...

Just move your hand.

-Ketchup.

-What?!

Look, we're even now. Just leave it, yeah?

Right, come on.

I haven't filled in my application form.

-I'll buy you a stamp.

-You're not going?

-Er, what do you think?

-I liked it.

Oh, come on. You're both a pair of idiots. Grow up.

Sorry, Immie. We'll do you another tour if you want. No charge.

Even spending the afternoon getting bossed around by my mum

-is better than this.

-All right.

We'll make it up to you another time.

I'll take you up on that.

-See you later.

-Bye, Denver.

Blimey. Everybody looks like they mean business.

The judges are very auspicious. That's Sasha Von Seenus.

Her restaurant has one Michelin star.

One Michelin star doesn't sound that good.

Who's Posh Paws over there?

That gentleman is Vaughan Radcliffe.

-You must have seen his column.

-Steady on!

-In the newspaper.

-Oh.

I hope you're not trying to steal my sous chef, Mrs Hollins?

Immie will be here any minute.

Welcome to Supachef 2012.

I am Vaughan Radcliffe, and this is renowned chef Sasha Von Seenus.

You may know me from my spot on Letherbridge Today,

"If You Can't Stand The Heat".

Sasha spends more time with dessert than she does her own family.

So as far as the Midlands are concerned, we ARE food.

Today we start at the end. The summit,

the pinnacle, the Everest to which we all aspire.

Can you reinvent the wheel on the sweet trolley,

and bake your way into immortality?

We shall see...

Denver is such an idiot.

I can't believe we almost paid money for that.

Come on. It wasn't all his fault.

Yeah, well, he's going to Manchester in a few weeks.

-Maybe we should call someone and warn them.

-Manchester?

Probably doing a joint honours -

English Literature and being a complete...

I left my sunglasses.

-They'll just be at the ticket desk. Two minutes.

-You'd better be.

I'm going to get iced by my mum.

Aaaarrghhh! SHE SCREAMS

What the hell have you done?

-I thought she was you.

-Kristy?

Kristy?

What happened?!

She must have bumped her head, or maybe something fell..?

-Yeah, we just found her like this.

-Kristy, can you hear me?

See, she's fine. Nothing to worry about.

-Whisk.

-Check.

-Zester.

-Further check.

Mrs Tembe, I have a couple of suggestions

for further improvements.

My recipes cannot be improved.

They have been passed down through the generations.

Yes, but this is a forward thinking competition.

Thank you for your opinion, Doctor Carter.

But my recipes have got me so far, so I will stick with them.

-Thank you.

-As you wish.

Immie, if you're not here in the next five minutes...

Oh. Yeah, that is the problem with young people.

They do not appreciate the importance of punctuality.

She'll be here.

Hiya.

What are you doing here?

Oh, nice to see you too!

This is the last thing I need. Where's Immie?

She's taken her friend to hospital.

You'll have to make do with me.

Hospital? I ask her to do one thing.

How selfish can you get?

-Have you been drinking?

-I've had a pub lunch with the lads.

It's my day off. I'll be absolutely fine.

Good luck...

Ah, lemons. The most promiscuous of fruits.

They go with almost anything.

Where do you get your inspiration from, Mrs Tembe?

Well, my cake is a recipe

that's been passed down through the generations.

As mother used to make.

My own mother could burn soup.

If she didn't, she'd put it back on for five minutes.

So what would winning the competition mean to you, Karen?

It... Well, it would mean everything to me,

because cooking is my life, and I'm going to give it 110%.

Why are you talking like an idiot?

I don't know, I can't help it.

Contestants, it's time to bake like you've never baked before.

Shouldn't you bake like you've done it a couple of times?

You have 80 minutes...

starting from now.

-What if it's serious?

-If we stick to our story, we'll be fine.

-Hey Immie, how's it going?

-Don't you mean, how's Kristy?

Do you know something about what happened to her?

We just found her there.

-Didn't we, Sean?

-Yeah. How is she?

She's with the doctor now. Looks like she's going to be OK.

-Great...

-See?

-I told you. Let's all go out and celebrate.

-You're not serious?

I'm going to get a coffee, do you want one? Come on.

You said whip the cream.

You've beaten it to death. Look, it's gone all stiff.

It's supposed to be like that!

(Doctor Carter, what have you just put into my recipe?)

It's just a little spice.

But that is not my recipe.

If we're going to impress Vaughan, we need to pull out all the stops.

Trust me, it will be a taste sensation.

You don't care about Kristy, you're just here to cover your own backs.

I'm surprised you're going along with this, Sean.

Going along with what?

I know what happened. You were playing your stupid game. She got caught in the middle.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-If you don't tell her, I will.

Imogen. I don't know where you've got this idea from,

-but you can't prove anything, not that there's anything to prove.

-Say goodbye to your jobs then.

She will be all right, though, won't she?

Not black or white.

It has taken me a long time to perfect my recipe

-and you are changing it.

-I thought you wanted my input,

not just obeying you like a mindless drone.

That is what a sous chef does!

Ah, a chef and her sous in perfect harmony(!)

So, tell us what it is you're doing here.

Well, I am preparing my lemon curd for my layer cake.

And I'm making brandy and ginger icing.

Hmmm. Two very different flavours. A bit like a chalk-and-cheeseboard.

I'll be interested to see how they come together.

As will I.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Jamie Oliver doesn't measure.

-He just splashes it in.

-You're not Jamie Oliver, love.

Thanks for being so supportive!

Ah, interesting. Though I can't see exactly what it is you're making.

It's...Black Forest Gateau.

Ah! Retro. Do you have enough time to pull it off?

Oh! Try and stop me.

Hello. I don't think I've been introduced to your sous chef...?

Oh...

-She's fine. She's just doing her make-up.

-Right.

Sorry about your grades.

Could be worse.

You don't want to work in a haunted house for the rest of your life, though, do you?

I don't know. I'm actually pretty good at it, you know?

The make-up, putting on a show, telling stories.

Does Denver know how much it means to you?

I told him.

So then why does he keep trying to mess it up?

You could really do with getting away from him for a bit.

So where is she, then?

Where's Kristy?

It all happened so fast, mate...

She's gone.

-Oh, my God...

-We killed her.

But she was...

We're going to go to prison.

What?! No, we can't... What about Manchester?

-It's always about you, isn't it?!

-No, I wanted you to come with me.

I thought if you lost your job...

-What? I'd just follow you around?

-Anyway, what does it matter now?

-What are we going to do?

-What's going on?

You're alive?

Whoa! That is not funny.

It was pretty funny.

-I know it was my fault, but that is...

-It was your fault?

Kristy, we were mucking about and it got out of hand.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah. But that doesn't mean we can't...you know...

you and me...

Yeah...I don't think so.

(Oh, no!)

30 minutes to go!

It's no good, I can't do it.

Of course you can.

It's burnt!

It's a disaster.

Hey. Hey. It's just a cake.

I just wanted something to do.

Jack and Immie are leaving.

I just wanted to prove that I could control something.

I can't even control a few ingredients.

Listen, love. It's not too late.

If we work together, we can whip something up.

That is, of course, unless you want Mrs Tembe to win.

Good girl.

Come on.

Right.

What we are going to do is...

a deconstructed Black Forest Gateau.

What...?

It just means we cobble it all together. Pass me that bowl.

Everyone stop working, time's up!

SHE EXHALES

What do you think?

We stand a chance.

Especially since there is only the Hollins concoction left to go.

-This is embarrassing. It doesn't even look like a cake.

-Shhh.

Presentation...interesting.

Hey.

So earlier on, when my life was flashing before me,

I realised that not everything I'd said had been helpful or smart.

-Yeah.

-I don't want that to put you off what is

clearly a great opportunity to come to Manchester,

and live a life that is action-packed and at least an 18 certificate.

I'm not coming, mate.

I told Glory it was all my fault.

So if you want to carry on working here...

Thanks.

You can still come and visit, though.

-Course.

-Show them Mancs how it's done.

-Definitely.

It won't be the same without you.

You'll do all right.

All right. You don't want to keep your audience waiting.

Thanks, Denver.

I am the gatekeeper of Coulterdale Manor,

and I can tell you some tales.

Follow me.

Fingers crossed, Doctor Carter.

With a team like us, how can we lose?

My culinary explorers,

this afternoon you have pushed your abilities to the absolute limit.

Have you discovered the New World or are you on the Isle of Man?

Here we go, brace yourself.

There can be only one winner,

and the creator of the best dessert is...

Karen Hollins.

-What?

-What?

Looking at it, it's almost too good to eat.

But tasting it...

how can I stop?

Such complexity.

I get lost in its landscape,

to rest for a while on a brick of delicate sponge,

to paddle through the tangy compote...

But most impressive of all... oh, the ganache.

Karen, why don't you tell us about your secret ingredient?

Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret any more.

Don't be shy.

Erm, it'll come to me in a minute...

How can she forget? It has only been half an hour.

It's an old...Navajo...recipe.

I smell a rat.

How does she not know her own secret ingredient?

Because Karen Hollins did not make this cake.

I think you'll find I did...

Really? Because I've been watching you.

Well, if you had, then you would...

I do.

I know exactly what's been going on.

All right. I didn't make it.

Then who did make it?

Mainly...

her magnificent sous chef.

I knew she couldn't cook.

Sasha, I think we need to have another talk...

Hi.

I wondered how you felt about stopping for a takeaway

on the way home. Cos I don't feel like cooking,

and I thought you wouldn't either.

-You thought right.

-Great. What do you fancy?

I don't know, what do you want?

Thai?

I'd prefer Japanese.

Really? I didn't think either of us were that keen on...

No. Definitely Japanese.

OK. Japanese it is.

How was that girl? You were with her for a really long time.

Yeah. We managed to get to the bottom of it.

I think she just wanted to feel like she had options.

Now she can get the treatment that she wants.

Wonderful. I'm really glad.

Oh, and by the way, I know you slept with Cherry.

Contestants, we have reached a decision.

Obviously, Karen Hollins cannot be allowed to continue

-in this competition.

-Very good.

However, this gateau showed real skill.

It's charismatic, complex, vivacious.

The sort of dessert that comes up to you at a party

and whispers, "Take me home."

So we have decided that Rob Hollins is the winner

-and will go through to the next round.

-What?

-How did that happen?

-Don't know, don't ask me.

Also going through to the next round,

and runner-up, is Mrs Tembe.

Oh. Now, that is the right decision!

A winning team. I told you.

Congratulations, Rob.

You have a raw talent.

Thank you. I shouldn't even really be here.

Nonsense. I couldn't let someone with your untapped potential

get away.

It's good to have another man in the competition.

Well?

I don't know where you...

I mean, that's a ridiculous idea...

Oh, come on, Daniel.

We both know that this doesn't change anything.

We both know that sex is just sex.

I've had sex with enough married men

-to know that it didn't mean anything to any of them.

-Right...

I wish you hadn't shown such tawdry taste by doing it on your doorstep.

Zara...

The only other thing that bothers me

is that you didn't come clean about it like a man.

But now that you know that I know, you can stop skulking around,

because that is just demeaning, for both of us.

I'm so sorry, Zara. I've been racking my brains,

and I honestly can't tell you why I did it.

But you're absolutely right. It was just sex,

and it'll never happen again.

Of course not.

You're amazing...being so...

You are really special to me,

and it meant nothing.

Of course.

Now will you take me home?

(Because I am hungry.)

Mrs Hollins, would you mind looking after the reception desk?

Hang on, I'm not wearing this for a bet.

You've got a prescription.

And a referral!

The Head Cardiologist at St Phil's.

Let me see that.

So do you have the place to yourself or are you sharing with anyone?

Girlfriend, maybe?

Let's cut to the chase. You're after my body, right?

BABY CRIES

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