Alone Doctors

Any luck?

No. Look, can you drop Joe off?

Yeah, course.

Come here, big guy.

What are we missing?

I don't know but we are running out of time.

-Bye. Bye, baby.

-See you.

OK.

How could you miss that?

It's deliberate, isn't it? Disgusting bunch.

Hey, Mrs Tembe said you had tickets for the talent contest.

Yeah! Yeah, man. How many do you want?

-Adam!

-Barry.

You're keen, aren't you? Term's not started yet.

I want to get a head start on my project.

All the lab work takes a bit of time.

They're a tenner each, Baz.

This is Adam - my mate's son.

Brierley Hill's very own chemistry genius...

but who taught him to tie his shoelaces?

Good to meet you, man.

Hey, a little bird tells me you got your eye on someone.

Girlfriend.

Although it's not official yet.

Very nice, what's her name?

-Adam?

-Sorry?

I'll catch you later, Baz.

-I'm good for a tenner, Chris.

-Yeah, I know, but I'll just forget

who's paid and who hasn't paid. We'll sort it later.

What's his problem? He didn't even give you a chance.

I saw your old man down the Vine last night.

He's...still not right, is he? Still fighting the depression.

But you made him proud, Adam - that helps.

Hah! Knew I had one somewhere.

I'd better get to the lab.

Pressure's on with this project then, eh, son?

-PHONE RINGS

-Final year, so yeah. Cheers, Barry.

Tara-a-bit. Hello?

What do you think?

-Ooh...?

-Heston.

Morning, Daniel. Cup of tea?

No. Thank you. Could you cover for Zara this morning?

Why, isn't she feeling well?

Look! Perfect for the Supremes.

Are you serious? I'd rather wear Al's new trainers.

-Yeah, whatever!

-Mandy!

She's fine. It's just a little complicated.

-What, having a bad hair day?

-I have rather a lot of paperwork.

-Is there any way...?

-Heston, can you just do it please?!

-Is everything all right?

-Mate, I was only joking about Zara.

Look, I'm sorry, OK? It's...it's really important.

It's Joe.

Is he poorly?

Is it that Fleur woman?

Yeah.

I think...

..I think we might lose Joe.

Can you just put me through to the doctor?

Or actually better still, can you get me her mobile number...?

Yes, I need her advice though, so...

OK, I was at medical school with her

so can you just put me through because it is very urgent...?

Hello?

OK.

So you've no idea what the marks are?

It's got to be dermatological.

Westerby insists they're bruises but there's no way.

Terrence Westerby?

I mean, he's a formidable chap, but he's usually pretty top notch.

What are you going to do?

Em...

We've tried everything, but our social worker won't listen.

So I thought that if I went away then they might leave Joe alone.

Oh, Daniel, that's insane!

Yeah. They're going to take him away, Heston.

They think someone's hurting him.

You see this is the sort of nonsense you get with such rigid thinking.

Well, if it's not bruising, then what is it?

It could be something really serious.

Where are you going?

I'm going to help Zara with a diagnosis

before the child protection experts do their worst.

What a night..

Go on then - embarrassment score?

Um...

Six or two out of ten.

Ten out of ten, you mean.

You spun off the dance floor and you landed on my lap.

No-one could shift you.

I wish you'd put me on the bus.

It turned out OK though, didn't it?

What me passing out on your bed and you having to sleep on the floor?

I didn't mind.

Michael's already rung to see where I stayed.

Has he?

We're off to Swansea for the weekend.

Oh, you're still going?

Of course. Why wouldn't I?

Adam, we're mates.

I'm sorry about last night but...

You know I've been with Michael since school.

Sorry.

What's this?

It's dated July. Why are they writing to you?

It's just stuff about third year. Give it back.

-I never got anything through the post.

-Jenny, leave it.

I know you think you're God's gift to science and the rest of us

-are plodding dimwits but fair's fair.

-Give it here!

What it ought to be, is a rap on the knuckles

for submitting a PhD level research paper

when all they wanted was a page on compound structures.

Careful!

"Dear Adam,

"It is with great disappointment that I have to tell you..."

I don't understand.

Adam?

DOOR BELL RINGS

For heaven's sake!

About time. The medical possibilities -

everything I can think of, however remote.

Please tell me you knew.

Tell me Darby's spoken to you?

I mean, I can't bear the arrogant prat,

but surely he wouldn't just send a letter.

I've only lost my scholarship because I failed two modules.

But he'll be impressed by this, Jenny.

It's taken ages to get right

but I've made chloropentaamminecobalt 3 chloride

and I'm going to use potentiometric ti...

So he's given you another chance?

Adam! Have you spoken to the Professor or not?

I don't need to, cos...

This letter's dated July! How can you argue with him now?

I can't believe you've signed a new lease on your house,

-you've spent half the summer doing this.

-I know but...

-And he hasn't asked you what you're doing here?

-He's away.

Have you told your dad?

Are you joking? He'll be gutted.

No scholarship, it means no university.

Maybe you should speak to the doctor, Adam, say you've been ill.

I keep telling you, I'm not ill.

Yeah, OK, but you're not yourself.

It's like you're detached from everything. Can't you see it?

It didn't bother you last night.

I said sorry.

Sorry? You don't give a toss, Jen!

If you did, you wouldn't be here messing me around, would you?

-Adam!

-And why do you need Michael anyway?

He's my boyfriend, you know he is.

I-I can't. There's no way. I would ever...

Be with someone like me.

Adam.

OK, OK!

Did I get you out of bed.

I come bearing technology.

I'm really sorry.

-No wonder you're not sleeping.

-I wasn't sleeping before all this.

Are you even listening?

We need to look at what's causing your insomnia.

They've taken my scholarship,

they want to kick me off my course -

obviously I'm stressed!

If you can just do me a sick note, my tutor will have to listen.

Adam, this letter's from July.

I can't remember the last time I got to sleep before 5 or 6am.

So I need a note. Then it will be OK.

I think you should talk to Dr Khella.

I'm not sure if she can backdate sick notes,

-but you can ask.

-Can't you ask?

I need that note to finish my course.

-I'll arrange you an appointment...

-Oh, I get it.

Basically you don't give a toss.

-OK, let's see if she's available...

-No, let's not bother.

Cos she won't lift a finger.

No, wait a minute. Adam!

Adam?

Is he OK?

Sorry, mate - I can't say.

Marie Fox?

-What?

-Got any beers?

I'm not a massive fan of the '60s

but I do love the big hair - look at that!

Yes. Sorry...

Hmm, well, it should fit

but I suppose we could let it out a bit, I mean, there's enough fabric.

"Baby Love" will be the perfect song - it's so expressive.

# Baby Love, my baby love.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I hate that song - it's dead whiny.

It's a classic.

MOCKINGLY: # Baby love, my baby love.

Oh, grow up. Right, come on. Here's the backing track.

We need to rehearse properly.

No, no, it's more subdermal than intradermal.

Do you see what I mean, Kevin?

Yeah, I suppose so, plus there's no family history.

Look! I'm always so horrible to them.

That's the Carmichael charm.

Right, there's no bleeding of the gums or nose.

He's got an excellent diet

so I'm going to rule out a disorder of the clotting pathways.

OK, so the front runners now are psoriasis and Mongolian blue spot.

OK. Any case studies that match?

It's early days yet.

I'm going to go see the solicitor

then I'm going to cover your ante-natal clinic.

-PHONE RINGS

-Guys, thank you.

Hello, yes, Dr Parry-Johnson. Thank you for calling me back.

Switch on your phone!

Excuse me, do you know which one's the third year lab?

Top floor.

You're Adam's girlfriend. I saw a picture on his phone.

I'm not his girlfriend.

Ah, right, not official yet.

I'm a mate of his dad's.

-You OK, love?

-Yeah.

No. I don't know what to do about him.

Adam?

He's had some...bad news.

About what?

He's the best in our year, but...

The problem is he always thinks big and then fails his assignments

and now they've taken his scholarship away from him.

-Bit harsh.

-But that's not it.

There's something wrong.

I think it's more than getting thrown off the course.

He can't concentrate any more, he's so negative,

he just snaps all the time.

And he won't listen to me.

Especially not now.

He's terrified of telling his family.

You know his dad - maybe you could help him?

Jack won't get angry.

He's not himself, you see.

Bad depression.

I think we need some help.

ALL: # Baby love, I miss you,

# Ooh, miss kissing you... #

No, no, no, no.

Karen, you've got to come in faster.

Mandy, you weren't even in tune.

I wasn't out of tune. Anyway it's dead old-fashioned.

Can't we do something modern.

You just need to make some effort...

Ooh! What about the All Saints, you know...

# Never ever have I ever felt so low

# When you going to take me

# Out of this black hole? #

Oh, Immie loved them!

It's hardly modern, is it?

-Here you are, Karen, you do the intro.

-Oh, no, no, Emma.

-Oh, no, no, no, no.

-Not a chance.

-Come on.

-It's tiny.

Two, three, four...

# A few questions that I need to know

# How you could ever hurt me so

# I need to know what I've done wrong

# And how long it's been going on... #

How long does this go on?!

# Was it that I never paid enough attention...? #

People will have left by the time you've opened your mouth!

-What do you mean?

-Or lost the will to live.

-Charming!

Where is the energy, the sparkle?

-My voice is going to wreck it, Mandy.

-Oh!

So back to Baby Love.

Not. A. Chance.

Well, why don't we do another Supremes song?

What's that one...

# You can't hurry love... #

-SHE HUMS

-That one...

Phil Collins did a version.

Oh! Yes, no, no, no. That's good.

I mean, Phil Collins, not Karen.

Phil Collins?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No...so...it's fast and full of energy and...you know,

we can still keep with the '60s hair.

OK. Give it a go.

-Who's going to download it?

-Yes, well, I'm very busy.

We're all busy, Emma.

-Oh, sorry.

-I'll do it then, shall I?

Oh, help me!

I am not singing in your girl band.

All they do is bicker.

Can I...can I be a judge? I can't wait.

Can I be in the silvery, spangly, spangly,

special corner, please, please?

You OK?

Do you know, I think I've made things worse for Daniel.

What do you mean?

The social worker came and I got all tongue-tied

and I just I raved on and on

about what great parents they are.

They won't mind you doing that though, will they?

Yeah, but it came out all wrong.

It sounded false...I don't know...it's...

What like you were hiding something?

And all over some stupid skin markings.

I'm sure they'll be fine. They'll work it out, won't they?

Well, Zara will anyway.

I hope so because if she doesn't, I will never forgive myself.

Are you absolutely certain, Max?

Yeah. You too.

And thank you for your help.

You can cross Mongolian blue spot off the list - it's congenital.

No question.

Right. And it's not erythema infectiosum either, I'm afraid.

Or...or parvovirus.

Fortunately it's not IDT - not without rash.

No, it's not a platelet problem.

It has to be dermatological - is there no fever, or temperature, Zara?

And he's had the MMR so...

Look, if you need to get back to the Mill...

Look, you should be pleased that he hasn't got any of those things.

We're making progress.

We're doctors - it's what we do.

And we have the knowledge.

And we have Kevin.

And we have Al's lucky shoes.

There's no place like home. There's no place like home.

Yes, well, Dorothy and I will do stork bite

and you and Kevin can do vWD.

Yeah, with his father's history -

and what his friend Jenny's told you, it could very well be depression.

-We really need to find him.

-Jenny's trying the tutor's office.

Have you checked the labs?

I tried but I don't think he wants to be found.

OK, well, I'll check the labs again, and you check the quad.

Apparently he's, eh...

..been, well, unpredictable for months.

I'm sorry to rope you in, mate, but I'm worried.

Well, you know, let's concentrate on finding him for now

and if he needs help, we can arrange it.

You've considered it?

That is the first one we crossed off, to be honest.

There are no cases of morphea in a child so young.

Yeah. Except I read a paper a while back on scleroderma

-and there was definitely something to do with a toddler.

-Are you sure?

-None of us have found anything.

-It's published research, mate.

The last 12 months or so. From what I remember, definitely not British.

Maybe German or some sort of European.

Oh, Jimmi, champion of the world. Thank you, mate.

Bye.

I've been worried about you.

Get lost.

I know you've had a tough time.

I said get lost.

I'm going nowhere, sorry.

Everyone's always sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

As if.

I'm going to arrange for you to see one of the doctors, OK?

Can she get me my scholarship back?

You can talk things through with her.

You know, they're here to help you.

Thought not.

Your girlfriend's worried about you.

Jenny?

No...

she's off with her real boyfriend.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. Again.

Chris? There you are.

Is it OK if Barry joins us?

I'm practically family, me.

How you going, kiddo?

What's that?

Cyanide.

Bloody hell!

Nothing here.

Nor here.

OK, I've got the ESDR.

And...nothing.

I've got it. Yeah, here it is look - Medical Uni in Vienna.

Sclerederma morphea - child of 26 months.

Can you access the whole paper?

Here we go.

It's in German - unbelievable!

There's no translation.

-Who speaks German?

-A little.

Schoolboy German.

What, from World War II?

Look, there'll be online translations.

No, it's the wrong file type.

Dieter Albrachtman, bitte.

World War II?!

Shush!

Dieter, it's Zara.

Mrs Rogers at school...

..she said I'd get the Nobel Prize for chemistry.

That's how much she believed in me.

I know.

But here...I can't organise my brain.

I can't fit my ideas into the right box.

Which makes me 'dense' apparently.

Adam, mate...

I think you might be suffering from depression like your dad.

I'm not my dad...

..am I?

Come on, Adam. You're making a prat of yourself here, son.

Barry!

University's not everything, Adam. Your dad and I never went.

I rest my case.

You work hard, do your best Barry, but where's it get you?

He doesn't even trust you to owe him a tenner.

This degree, this was supposed to be my future.

-Anyone for another tea?

-Yes, please.

-Yes, please.

Is a brandy out of the question?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Dieter.

Yeah.

Yes. OK.

Thank you. Danke.

Auf Wiedersehen.

It could be a match. He's sending through a translation.

It's got to be morphea. It just makes sense.

COMPUTER BEEPS Ah, look.

If it wasn't for his age, we'd have got this hours ago.

You need to phone Daniel.

Then get yourself upstairs and try and make yourself beautiful again.

At least I can make myself beautiful, Tyler.

And she's back.

And that's it?

I'm so sorry, could you sit back down for two ticks?

I'm so sorry.

Yeah. OK. I love you too.

Bye.

They've found a case of morphea in a child similar age to Joe.

Is it serious?

No. It's a type of skin marking which usually disappears over time.

Joe's fine.

We're not out of it yet because we've still got...

We've got to show Westerby, anyway.

Carrie, if you'd like to come through.

Carrie...so sorry. Come on. Come on through here.

Pint of Bathams down the Vine. Hawthorns on a Saturday.

Looking out for me old mum. I'm all right.

And that's enough?

This could've made a difference,

if I was still here.

Adam, do you not think that you're

-getting things a bit out of proportion?

-Yeah?

You can have everything you've ever wanted but I can't?

Fair enough. I'm the dregs.

Dregs?!

Adam, mate, you're a clever kid, you can do lots of things.

What, like you?

-FABRIC RIPPING

-Let's put these on the side.

Oh what was that?

HE LAUGHS Blimey, Chris!

These are brand new!

Adam!

Adam!

Adam! Adam! Adam wait up a minute! Wait!

He's locked the door.

Adam, open the door!

Fire service, ambulance. All of them. OK.

-Come as quick as you can, please.

-Adam!

-We need to get out.

-Adam!

Barry, it could be cyanide, there could be gas.

-I'm not leaving him.

-Barry, please! Please, Barry!

Adam! Please!

It's too late!

Adam! Please!

No, please. It's not true. No!

SHE CRIES

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Can't believe it. Can't bloody believe it.

I've told the police that we're going to be at the surgery.

There's nothing we can do here, mate.

I should've grabbed the beakers.

I don't think we could've stopped him. He wanted to do it.

He...he was ill.

He's just a kid.

Maybe if the staff had talked to him, found out what he was like.

It meant the world to him, all this.

Yeah, maybe they didn't realise.

No, Chris, they didn't bother. They didn't care.

I knew that boy when he was a babby.

You did everything that you could Barry.

This'll finish Jack.

How can I tell him his...

..his boy...

It's all right. It's all right, man. It's all right.

HE CRIES

Sometimes, there's just nothing you can do.

-Bye.

-Night-night.

-See you.

And Emma tells us about being late.

I think her patient was a talker!

Right! Let's get straight into it, shall we?

Lost property.

Right, we ready? And, two, three.

# I need love, love

# To ease my mind

-# I need to find time... #

-Follow me...and back.

# Someone to call mine

-# my Mama said... #

-It's not the Bay City Rollers.

Hang on, hang on, hang on! What is going on here?!

Well, we're devising a dance.

-Can we not just sing the song and see what happens?

-Yes!

-All right.

Right, we ready? Two, three, four...

# I need love, love to ease my mind... #

Are you dancing or not?!

Look, she is fine. She's fine.

If she does anything too big then she'll distract from me.

Well, if you want to die on stage.

What do you mean, die on stage?

The vocals are the crucial part.

-Exactly.

-Come on, girls.

Well, if you want to be the lead, you do it then if you're so good!

-Well, I would if I didn't have a sore throat.

-Ha-ha, typical!

Oh, have you any idea what's going on?

Do you even care?

Daniel and Zara are having a nightmare of a week

and you two are acting like spoilt kids!

There's blood under your fingernails.

Did things get rough?

This is one case you've found...

And the similarities are striking.

That's your opinion.

And it's your instinct that it was a woman he was fighting with?

It's the most logical conclusion given the scratches.

You're unbelievable!

It's not what you think.

I trusted you.

-Fleur's coming.

-This is it, isn't it?

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