The Devil You Don't Doctors

-We nicking 'er, then, Sarge?

-Why not? One more before breakfast.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't...

I can't do this. Rachel's a mate.

This is what he did to me the night before last. Wes...hurts me.

-It's Rachel. She's accusing me of beating her.

-He knows.

He knows I'm here.

Rachel is a compulsive liar. It's not her fault. She's ill.

Delusional.

This isn't the way home.

-Let me out! Let me out of here!

-Stop that and shut up.

I'm going for a little drive.

Right. Let's get a few things clear. You listening?

-Yeah.

-You never, ever pull a stunt like this again.

OK, you never talk to Rachel again.

Not by text, by phone, by e-mail.

You know I check her phone and I check her e-mail,

so if you get in contact with her, then I'm going to know. OK? You've got that?

I won't tell anyone.

And if you do think about telling someone, just think about Rachel.

If you don't want her to get hurt, you'll keep shtoom.

-Out.

-I don't know where we are.

You're next to a bus stop. You can find your way home from here.

Jack! Jack, it's me.

Hiya. What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

It's about Imogen.

Why, what's happened?

No, it's all right. She's all right.

Just we were driving home and...

I don't know how to say this,

-I hope I haven't got the wrong end of the stick...

-Spit it out, son.

I think Imogen's liked me from the first time that we met.

I think that she's only been hanging around with Rachel

so that she could be close to me.

I just shouldn't have given her a lift home.

-She's young and I told her to stop it.

-Wait a minute.

Are you trying to say that she came on to you?

Yeah.

Right.

I'm really sorry, Sarge, I hate telling you this...

..but don't be too hard on her.

She's not bad. She's just mixed-up.

We all do stupid things at that age.

Yeah, well. Thank you.

And you've done the right thing. Thanks.

Do you want to tell me what Immie said, Jack?

She rings up saying that she's stranded,

didn't have enough money for a cab, didn't fancy walking.

-So I said, "Just get a taxi here and I'll pay the driver."

-Anything else?

She begged me not to tell you. Not to say anything.

Thanks.

-Can I go back to bed now?

-Yeah.

Well? Immie?

You're interviewing me.

I've heard Wes's side, I just want to hear yours.

Nothing happened. He just dropped me at the bus stop.

Why would he do that when I told him to take you home, to the door?

-Not five miles away.

-I don't know.

Why are you talking to me like I'm a criminal?

Because I spend the whole of my working life

sitting opposite guilty criminals,

and that's exactly how you're behaving.

Do you know how embarrassing this is for me,

what you did with one of my colleagues?

-Tell me that didn't happen?

-It didn't! That's not what happened.

Then what did, then?

Wes threatened me.

Dad, it's true what Rachel is saying. He IS beating her up.

And he told me that if I tried to help her

or if I went anywhere near her, then...

Dad, I thought that he was going to kill me.

What? Is that the best you can do?

What?!

You made a pass at him, he turned you down.

Is this your way of getting back at him? I didn't think you'd be so vindictive.

You believe him and not me?

Well, why should I believe you? Cos the last time I believed you,

-put myself on the line for you, you were lying!

-I'm not lying now!

He's not beating Rachel. She's making it up.

And she dropped the charges

because she was too scared to see it through!

Dad, you know that happens.

Yes, it does, in REAL domestic violence cases.

-But this...

-This is real!

Can you not see what Wes is doing? He's using you. He was so angry

and he was on his way home to Rachel.

If he's killed her, then it's going to be my fault.

He's probably beating her up right now.

-You've got to go round there and stop it!

-ENOUGH!

I'm sick of this.

I've had a bellyful. Wes is a good copper.

Everyone who works with him says that. Are we all wrong?

You didn't see how he was.

There's a name for what you're doing, Imogen.

It's called malicious accusation.

If I'm treating you like a criminal, it's because it IS a crime.

Us coppers, we have to put up with this all the time at work,

-we shouldn't have to put up with it when we're off duty!

-What do you mean?

People accusing us of assault, all sorts.

Like everyone else, Wes has had to put up with his fair share.

When he's arrested women, them shouting their mouths off,

telling lies about him.

You're doing the same now.

How do you know that they are lying?

You know, I'd have more respect for you if you admitted it.

Admitted that you were wrong.

No, look, this is pointless. Just go to bed.

You actually believe him.

-You think that I would behave...

-I don't know.

I don't know you any more.

Wes hates women. He thinks that we're scum and the dregs of...

SHE SIGHS

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

This is not a public car park.

Excuse me. Excuse me...

Erm...er...

Oh, my...

PHONE ON OTHER END OF LINE RINGS

Rachel, is that you? It's Imogen.

PHONE HANGS UP

SHE SIGHS

Loose change, indigestion tablets,

a driving licence. John Kershaw.

-Doesn't ring any bells.

-He's not booked into the morning surgery.

What are we going to do with him?

-I think we should say a prayer.

-No.

I mean, we can't just leave him here till the undertakers come.

No, no, I agree. It is not respectful.

Maybe we should bring him inside.

Everything all right?

Yes, yes. Everything is under control.

That drugs rep never showed up. John Kershaw. Have you seen him?

-No. No, I have never seen him before in my life.

-Hmm.

Look, I'm just going to pop out. Won't be long.

Oh, an old colleague of mine from PCT's coming over later.

Geoff Adams. Wants to have a look round,

think I'll show him the improvements I've...

What ARE you doing?

-A, er...fire drill.

-Fire drill? Why wasn't I inf...

A fire drill is part of my new training. It deserves spontaneity.

I'm sure you are aware of this, Mr Bellamy.

I thought you were on your way out?

FIRE BELL RINGS

Rachel, are you OK?

-What do you want?

-Is Wes in there? Cos his car's gone.

-No, he's out.

-I just want to help.

You can't.

Please, Rachel, just let me in.

I can't, he's locked me in.

Well, I'm... I'm going to break the door down.

Stand back!

This is your fault.

FIRE ALARM RINGS

This is a fire drill. Please head towards the rear exit. Do not run!

All clear?

-Where to?

-Jimmi's at the police station all day.

-No, Mrs Yates, this is an emergency! >

-Quick, Howard's office!

-I need to get my shopping.

-You would not be able to get your shopping if there was a real fire!

< I won't be long.

-Where shall we put him?

-In the chair.

-It's OK. Howard's out.

OK.

HE GROANS

Are we just...are we just going to leave him?

No, of course not. We'll lock the door.

ALARM CONTINUES TO RING

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sarge, I thought you'd be outside on a lovely day like this.

-Hmm. Vicky, do you remember Jo Malpass?

-I think she went to prison.

Either that, or she's dead.

Typical junkie.

Always screaming abuse.

-Yeah. Didn't she have a run-in with Wes?

-Cried rape. It was ridiculous.

He'd only given her a lift home.

Some women will say all sorts.

-His girlfriend, for example.

-Hmm.

KNOCK ON DOOR Oh, talk of the devil!

-Are you gossiping about me again?

-Hmm.

WES CLEARS HIS THROAT

Sarge...um... How's Imogen?

She's fine, thanks.

We had a talk. How about you?

I'm going to try and forget yesterday ever happened.

I think that's a good idea.

Listen, um... Thanks.

-For your support. It means a lot.

-No problem.

He cut up all my clothes.

What did you expect him to do, after yesterday?

I'm so sorry. I should've believed you. That's why I came round here.

There must be something I can do.

I've got to wash the sheets.

I had a nosebleed in the night. I've got to soak them in cold water.

He'll go mad if I haven't done it by the time he gets home. Rachel, you can't just...

I've got to clean myself up. I don't think I can manage the shower.

Could you help me?

No, you shouldn't wash. It'll destroy all of the evidence.

What evidence? It's not like I'm going back to the police.

Not after yesterday. I knew they wouldn't believe me.

No-one believed me. Not even your dad. Not even you.

-I'm just going to get some lunch.

-Dr Carter!

Mr Bellamy is in the car park. He said he's expecting somebody from the PCT.

-Oh! They'll want to use his office.

-All right. No problem.

-We'll move the body.

-Jimmi's office?

How are we going to get him through reception?

I'll stall him.

The two Vs.

Valium and vodka. They take the edge off.

They're about the only thing that does. You should go.

If Wes finds you here, he'll kill you.

-Rachel, please will you let me call you an ambulance?

-I can't!

Wes is a copper. He's always down the A&E. The nurses like him.

-If I go, they'll tell him.

-They're not allowed.

If I need to go to the hospital, Wes'll take me when he gets home.

-I don't think you can wait that long.

-I'm all right.

Got my painkillers.

-So just go. Run back home to Daddy.

-I can't. He hates me. He's furious.

-Wes told him...

-I know, you said.

-Dad wouldn't even listen to me...

Welcome to my world.

Here, let me make a sling for your wrist.

-Get back! Get back!

-No, no, it's too late.

Howard! Howard, Howard! How was the meeting?

Yes, yes. Very productive. Everything OK here?

-Oh, is that, um, something on your jacket?

-Is it? I can't see anything.

I think my eyes must be playing tricks on me.

Do not worry, Mr Bellamy. We have opened all the windows in your office

and I'm that your chair can be steam-cleaned.

Excuse me?

I haven't told him yet.

PHONE MESSAGE: 'Hi, it's Imogen. You know what to do.'

Immie, it's your dad. Will you give us a call? Thanks. Bye.

-ON RADIO:

-'Report of a disturbance on Boyle Street. Can anyone assist?'

-7244 responding.

Yes, I'll take that. I'm on my way.

Mr Kershaw is not a patient, he didn't die in our care, he's not our responsibility.

-He is until the undertakers collect him.

-He can't stay here.

-Well, what do you suggest we do?

-We could pop him outside.

-Oh, pop him outside?

-Not outside outside. We can put him back in his car.

-Why don't we put him in the car boot(?)

-Well...

We are not putting him outside! Let's get him on the bed.

One, two...

HE STRAINS

-BOTH:

-Back on the chair.

-Wes'll ring again in a bit.

-What would happen if you just didn't answer? Or if you switched it off?

I can't.

That's why I failed my exams last year.

I don't see how...

You know you have to switch your phone off while you're sitting exams?

I didn't answer Wes's calls for three hours.

He... He raped me.

Punishment.

Couldn't think straight after that. That's why I failed my A-levels.

-That's what he wanted.

-But then you retook them and you did really well.

-And now you can go to Slade.

-But it's no good.

If I went to London, I'd leave Wes, and he knows it.

He went on and on at me to give up my place,

go to Letherbridge uni instead.

-I gave in.

-It's not too late to change.

-Wes said it was.

Yeah, well, Wes is full of it.

You have a way out. A way of leaving him.

-You look good, Jo. You've obviously got yourself clean?

-Yeah.

-I'm off the junk and the game.

-Good.

What d'you want?

PC Wes Harding.

-What about him?

-A few years ago, you accused him of rape.

-Yeah.

-That's because he raped me.

-Will you tell me what happened?

-Why?

No-one believed me last time.

Things might've changed.

And if what you are saying is true, then other people could be in danger.

So please...

I'm only telling you cos you were always decent.

For a copper, anyway.

It was an average night.

I was working, I was high.

Harding arrested me

and said he'd let me off with a caution if I did him a favour.

I thought it'd be a quickie and off home.

But, um...

He didn't just rape me.

He...

Some punters aren't just paying for sex, they want someone to beat up.

Like a punch bag, only better.

A punch bag can't feel pain or fear.

That's what Harding likes. That's what turns him on.

I know this happened a long time ago,

but would you be prepared to make a formal statement?

You're wasting your time, Sgt Hollins.

-There's proof it happened, there's no proof it was him.

-Would you, anyway?

I don't know.

But I'll tell you one thing -

it wasn't just me.

There was others.

Who?

Prostitutes. Junkies.

To him, we're the dregs. Not even human.

He's probably still doing it.

Or maybe he's got a girlfriend now.

Someone at home he can beat up to make him feel like a real man.

Someone vulnerable...

He has, hasn't he?

I've got to go.

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-All right. How are you doing?

OK.

-Cleaned yourself up?

-'Yeah.'

-I don't finish till ten, so I'll be back late.

-I'll have your dinner ready.

-'Thanks.'

I love you, Rachel.

I love you, too.

Bye.

He said he loved me.

He beats me to a pulp and then tells me he loves me...

Rachel, I'm calling an ambulance. OK?

This is a farce! I leave the surgery for five minutes...

-Are you suggesting we did this deliberately?

-Of course not!

Or that Mr Kershaw had a heart attack to spite YOU?

You could've used your own office! But, oh no, you had to use my office. My chair. MY chair!

-Is that all you care about?

-It's been extremely inconvenient!

-Hey, hey! Will you stop it!

Have you heard yourselves? You sound like a couple of kids.

This has not been great for Mr Kershaw, you know, being shunted from pillar to post.

Maybe you should show him a bit of respect? Hey?

You're right, Mandy. You are absolutely right.

The ambulance said they'd only be 15 minutes, so it won't be long.

While we're waiting, there's something you should do.

-You got a camera on your phone?

-Yeah.

-Take some pictures.

-You want me to?

-Yeah.

-It's like you said, it's evidence. My stomach.

-Ohh...

My arms.

I'm ready for my close-up.

That should do it. SHE GASPS

-What is it?

-It hurts. It hurts to breathe.

What can I do?

DOOR BANGS

That'll be the ambulance. Thank goodness. Hang on.

Hello, Imogen.

I've called an ambulance, it'll be here any second. You are not going to get away with this again.

-You can't pretend she did that to herself!

-I'm not going to.

Imogen Hollins, I'm arresting you on suspicion of breaking and entering, criminal damage, GBH.

-GBH?!

-Yeah, you broke into my flat and assaulted my girlfriend. You brought a weapon.

GBH with intent - that's ten years. If she dies, that'll be murder.

You can't...you can't pretend... I didn't do this!

Yeah, but everyone will believe you did.

I can make them believe whatever I want. You've helped me.

You attacked Rachel at the station, in front of all the police.

You were jealous because she was with me. I was worried,

so I came back to the flat, to make sure everything was OK, and I found you here.

-Imogen! Imogen!

-Sarge, she's assaulted Rachel! I found her here, she'd broken in.

7244 to control. I need immediate assistance.

Serious assault at 22 Brown Street, flat 2.

The perpetrator is still on the premises.

You can drop the act, Wes. I know you did it.

-Imogen, no, no!

-Ohh!

-Drop it! I said let her go.

Cancel the call. Cancel the call! Tell them you made a mistake and then I'll let her go.

-And you just let me walk.

-You can't get away with this.

Don't tell me what I can and can't do!

-The whole relief will be here in one minute.

-Your daughter will be dead by then.

-OK. All right.

OK. Calm down.

SHE CHOKES

I'll make the call. 7244...

HE SHRIEKS AND GROANS

You're under arrest!

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

It's Rachel... I called an ambulance.

SIRENS WAIL

-Where's Wes?

-He's at the station.

-They have arrested him?

-Oh, yeah.

-You fancied him, didn't you?

-I...

I...

-Yeah. I was so stupid.

-Lots of girls have.

Just like he uses everything.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-How are you feeling?

-Better.

-Good.

-I owe you an apology.

-No.

You and Imogen, you... You saved my life.

You don't have to make your mind up now,

but if you do want to press charges, I've found somebody else who will.

-And even if they don't, I will.

-Yes. I'm pressing charges.

-They will lock him up?

-He should get life.

-Here's hoping.

When you get out of hospital, you could always come and stay with us for a bit.

-Your stuff's still there.

-No.

I'm going to change course. If I can.

Go to London.

I never want to come back here again.

-We'll have our own gallery yet.

-Mainly showing my stuff.

-Shut up!

And I put you in a car with him(!) I thought you'd be safe.

Dad, he didn't touch me. He didn't have to. He could scare me stupid without that.

-Why are you still angry with me?

-I'm not angry with you.

I'm angry with me.

What sort of copper am I, who can't even spot a villain he's working with?

-He fooled everyone. He fooled me.

-Yeah, well, I should have known!

And I should've believed you. But after last time?

What do you want me to say? I thought you'd be pleased.

What, pleased that you nearly got yourself killed?

I was just trying to help.

What you did was stupid!

Going there alone, without telling anyone -

you should have left it to, I don't know, somebody else.

-There was no-one else!

-You could've been killed!

You have pulled some stunts in your time, Imogen Hollins, but this one takes the cake!

But I'm proud of you.

Just don't do it again.

Dad, what are the chances of..?

SHE SOBS

Hey, hey, hey. Come on. Hey!

It's all right. You just need to eat something.

You must be starving. Come on, hey? I'll cook, we'll eat, and everything'll be OK.

Cor, I can't even look after you when you're here,

-never mind when you leave home!

-I can look after myself.

-Can you?

Well, chop those potatoes small, then.

Thank you. That concludes the sale of goods and effects of Miss Jane Reed.

I find out what you're doing through Howard?!

You know how that makes me feel.

He'd never forgive me.

Could you forgive him, if you never saw your daughter again?

Cherry... I have to ask you something.

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