Untouchable - Part 2 Doctors

'I heard this thing once, on telly.

'Six degrees of separation, it was about.

'Whoever you are - up, down, high, low,

'you know someone who knows someone

'who knows anyone else on earth.

'Except, if you want the ugly truth,

'some of us ain't so connected, are we?'

Have you seen Heston? I need a consult on a patient.

No. Dr Carter has left for the day. A local authority conference.

Is it this patient?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

-For your "mother"?

-Yes. She's very ill!

No, the police can deal with you!

Some of us are looking at the stars.

'No!'

'No.'

I know how to work hard. I want to...

I just need someone to give me a chance!

'But it's always, "No"'.

SHE GROANS

Not today!

Kee! Oi!

You hear me?

I've got a bug, or something.

Yesterday was slow, anyway.

So get cracking, then. Get out there and do some cards. I'm not carrying you.

Or d'you need a hand(?)

'Nothing doing.'

MUFFLED SHOUTING

Oh, you are, yeah(?) I'm sick of you sitting around!

Go on, move it!

'Just 1B at each other.'

MUFFLED SHOUTING

'Again.'

SHE GASPS

'But you learn to mind your own.'

SHE RETCHES

'Don't you?'

'Business as usual.

'Not that I feel that "sexy" today.

'Do as I'm told, though, eh?

'Just not right now.'

All right?

I was, until I had some skanky loser in my way!

'Yeah, I'm a bitch.

'So's life.'

'Mopping up other people's mess.

'But working.'

Excuse me.

Mr Carl Taupin?

Your previous GP?

Your last doctor - we need an address.

'The usual drill.

'Hippy doc trying not to choke at all the usual bumps and scrapes.

'STDs.' KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

In case you need some more.

-Thank you.

-Sorry about your carpet.

No, it is a small stain. It will clean up.

It's positive.

One word for it(!)

So?

So, can I have a fix-it pill?

Not here. The clinic in Derby Street.

-Up to nine weeks.

-I'm eight.

OK. There are other options.

Oh, yeah? Imagine me playing happy families?

Well...

..you could take a day to think about it.

I have, all right? I'll take the pill.

OK.

We've got some clinic cards, somewhere.

I'll just be a minute.

Oh! Sorry, sorry. Busy, busy day.

Seems like the whole world needs its ears syringing.

Yeah, can we get on?

Of course. Sorry, there's me yattering on.

You've probably got your own work to get on with.

Not till I find some.

That's why I need a blood test, so...

Seems a bit extreme...

If you'd like to take your jacket off?

Why?

Need to check your vitals.

For the record?

OK.

Stupid system won't let me do anything

till I dot all the I's and cross...

So... No luck on the work front?

Wonder why that is(!)

Could dress smarter.

Iron my shirt.

Unusual.

Employers asking for an HIV and drug screening.

My parole officer's idea.

Ah! What were you...?

Aggravated burglary. Three years, just out.

Anything else you need to know before I get my blood test?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry. Have you got any cards for the Derby Street clinic?

Erm, yes. Yes.

Should put a CV together.

Someone's bound to snap you up(!)

(Thanks).

Sorry!

'The look on her face!'

SHE SOBS

'The look on her face.'

Maybe I can help.

You can talk to me about anything.

Nothing you say will leave this room, I promise.

Do you know who the father is?

All right.

Do you want to keep it?

No!

What am I going to do with a kid?

What sort of a life would it have?

We can find a way through together.

All I'm saying is you have choices.

"Choices"?

Yeah, right(!)

No, no. It's not mine.

-It is.

-You stupid...!

Dec...

You ain't been playing safe, have you?

Have you?! And then you've been with me!

No! I always use something. Except with you.

Only with you.

It's you and me, babe. It always has been.

We got to get out some time, haven't we?

HE LAUGHS

Are you cracked? Playing mum?

-You?

-HE LAUGHS

What sort of mum are you going to be, eh?

You can't even do this right!

You have one thing to remember.

"Don't let them knock you up."

-Dec, I didn't.

-You're not hearing me.

-I can't do it again.

-You can. And you will.

Go get your pill, and then you get back on the horse.

Simple enough for you?

'Don't you dare cry.

'Don't!

'Just get it down, you stupid, useless...'

All right?

I mean, still?

Buy you a cup of tea?

'Doesn't give up, does he?'

Seen you around, so I just wanted to introduce myself, proper.

Owen.

'But I'm not feeling too chatty now.

'Just something stuck in my throat.'

Call me anything, as long as you call me.

'Yattering on.'

You've probably got loads of mates, ain't you? Proper life.

Don't have to go scraping the barrel,

nice girl like you.

But that's all right. You don't have to say nothing if you don't want.

I just wanted to say...

I like seeing you around.

You know? Gives us a reason to get up in the morning.

Knowing there's something better out there.

If that's how you want it, I can do this.

Do it with my eyes closed.

SHE RETCHES

'Come on! When you don't want to chuck up, it's easy!

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

'Oh, no, no, no - it's gone, you stupid cow!

'Down the pan, like everything else!

'Who's going to fix it now, eh?'

PHONE RINGS

Hi. I just wanted to see how you're doing.

If you found the clinic OK.

If you've taken your tablet yet.

No.

I've lost it.

Right.

You know you can come back at any time, if you want to talk.

If you're having second thoughts.

No!

You don't know what he's like.

Maybe things can be different this time, Keera, if you want.

I've read your notes.

Everything.

-If you can get through all that...

-Yeah, yeah(!)

..maybe...

MUSIC: "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath

Yeah, in you come, mate.

She should be back any minute.

What?

Kee. You're looking for business, yeah?

No. I just wanted to borrow an iron.

Oh, yeah?

Timewaster?

Coming in here, mucking me about? I'm a busy man, mate.

-No, I...

-Say please, then.

Magic word, come on.

When you're after something, you ask nicely, don't you?

I want to hear it.

Please...

Can I borrow an iron?

No.

Whoa, whoa, all right, I can see you're down on your luck,

so I'll bung you a freebie, how's that?

So long as you make sure she uses something.

Silly bitch keeps forgetting.

Treat her rough, if you like.

She needs a little reminder.

Learn her place, yeah?

Oh, yeah?

Where's that then?

Bottom of the pile, mate.

Right under you.

TEXT MESSAGE TONE

'It's going to be OK.

'He won't hurt you.'

Dec?

'I can do this.'

HE SNORTS

HE PANTS

MUFFLED YELLING

YELLING CONTINUES

Hello? You are all right...?

Let me see.

HE GROANS

Come, please...

You saw this before. Why?

-Why are you...?

-You need help.

What's your name?

Rose.

HE MOANS

I'd find you.

Where you going to go, eh?

You're nothing without me.

You need me, Kee.

And I need you, babe.

It has now become an emergency.

Dr Clay!

Oh, what have you done?!

Argh!

-Right, let's get him through to your room.

-Come on.

Get a move on! I haven't got all day!

All right!

Places to go, people to do, yeah?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?!

What are you doing?

What are you...?

MUFFLED GROANING

Maybe you'll get out.

I am.

HE GROANS

The police can deal with you.

Please, please.

I am not lying.

My mother, she is very sick!

She has pulmonary hypertension!

I cut the Viagra into small doses,

as a vasodilator.

If you are not lying, then you are mad!

These are dangerous drugs,

only to be used by a trained medical professional...

I am a doctor!

I am!

Trained in Lagos, and Abuja.

I don't know. It could work, in theory.

KNOCK ON DOOR

SHE SIGHS

Right, let's just...

HE WINCES

Sorry, sorry.

The problem is

the skin is still attached to the collar.

-Argh!

-Sorry, sorry. We'll need some tramadol for the pain. Keys?

-Erm, I don't know what I've done with them.

-Don't worry, I'll get mine.

Thought you'd put your stupid days behind you?

Has it gone?

No.

No, it's still there.

No! No, no, no!

Yes! I can't live...

I know, I know.

But it is just skin.

Right...

I want to help you, but you're going to have to trust me.

Where are they? Parking the panda?

Constable Giles was less than happy when I explained

it was a case of a mistaken identity.

-You what?

-One hooded individual looks very much like another.

Thank you...

Am I missing something here..?

I think we both are.

Perhaps it is us who should be thanking you?

Dr Tyler's patient had a serious illness.

You diagnosed my patient?

Schistosomiasis is common in Nigeria.

I saw the lesions on her arms.

That is why one good turn deserves another.

Now that we have the drugs that "accidentally fell into your bag",

you must let Doctor Tyler examine your mother.

Looks nasty.

Yeah.

What d'you reckon? Second, third degree?

So, they might have to remove the bad skin and graft new on top?

No, the doctors will try and save everything they can

that's worth saving.

Personal taste aside.

Yeah, but what if someone was to

give the A&E docs a nudge... to do it?

I mean, if you knew someone at St Phil's, or Heston did,

you could put in a good word.

I'd do it myself, but, erm...

I missed the last Surgeon's Ball, so...

In theory, yeah, if there was consent.

Hopefully you're through the worst of it now.

Tramadol kicking in soon. It should make you feel a lot better.

Yeah.

It's starting to.

'Yeah. Not long now.

'All be over before you know it.

'No more hassle. No more sleepless nights.

'No more reasons to get up.

'Just sleep.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, Owen has left the building.

'Today is the day.'

I still don't know how you've managed this far with Viagra.

Necessity.

We do what we must.

I've got warfarin and a nebuliser. Should make things easier.

It's just a question of finding the right balance.

And you know if you need any more help, you can always come back.

Thank you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Are they illegal, too?

I became a doctor to care for those in need.

Whatever the circumstances.

Some of us are looking at the stars.

'So...

'..how does it all end?'

Thank you.

'And what was the point?'

You know...

for giving me a chance.

Well, you'll probably have scars...

Who cares?

Going to get another tattoo to cover it anyway.

A rose.

'Are there six degrees separating us?'

Doctor...

-'Or seven?'

-Thank you.

'Or one?'

'Well, how long have you got?

'Truth is, I don't know.'

Oi, mate!

Are you all right?

Don't wimp out on me now.

You were all talk before.

You look like you could do with a hot cup of tea.

Yeah.

Six sugars, ta.

I'm buying. Last one didn't taste too good.

But this one...

'All I know,

'is when someone reaches out,

'it feels good.'

Jimmi, I can handle it, all right?

I know. Makes you wonder why you didn't get into colonic irrigation.

Dr Cassidy, you're a GP with five years training,

20 years experience and a not an inconsiderable salary.

D'you your time would be better spent on patients

who are actually ill?

Is everything OK?

No. No, it isn't.

-How did that go?

-Not a clue.

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