Exposure Doctors

Yep. What is it? I'm just leaving.

No, hang on. No, no, no, you said I could have Lucy today.

I'm taking her to see Mum, she hasn't seen her for months.

It's her only granddaughter, of course she does.

Julie, you can't go, you can't keep changing...!

CAR HORN HONKS

BRAKES SQUEAL

SHE MOANS

Are you OK? It was her fault, she wasn't looking where she was going.

Try not to move. You must've seen me, you cut me up.

You came from nowhere. Why didn't you stop?

She didn't see me, did she? I don't know.

Well, I still...I still think you should have stayed at home.

Oh, but I don't like being on my own.

And I promise that I will be good.

Very well,

but you must understand that you are not here in a work capacity.

This is a doctors' surgery and you should act appropriately.

TELEPHONE RINGS

The Mill Health Centre. How may I help you?

Yes...yes... Now, now...

Who did you speak to?

And when did you request your prescription?

LOUD SPEAKER: 'Tuesday. I can't stop itching,

'it must've been triggered off by my nylon knickers.

'I could...'

I hardly touched her.

She must've had a flat tyre or something,

or gone down a pothole or a drain. She came straight for me.

We'll check out the area, and then take statements from anyone

who saw the accident and, of course, Miss Chester, when she's able to.

She came from nowhere. They're all the same, aren't they?

They expect everyone else to get out the way, just for them.

Do you mean cyclists, sir?

They pay no road tax, no insurance, they don't even take a test.

Have you been drinking, sir?

It's not even nine, of course not.

I need you to take a breath test.

Look, I'm not drunk.

It's standard procedure

and I have to warn you, it's an arrestable offence if you refuse.

It was just an accident,

why do you always have to find someone to blame?

I'm asthmatic.

Are you refusing to do a breath test?

Yes, I am.

Alan Panniter, I'm arresting you for failing to provide a breath test.

You're kidding me.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not now mention something that you later rely on in court.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

He still hasn't called.

Why would he?

Maybe he's changed his phone, or maybe his fiancee hangs onto him

like a limpet and won't let him call me.

Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you.

He's got a fiancee, Jas. What are you doing?

You should have seen the way he looked at me.

Seriously, this might be my last chance to see him again,

I don't want to give up, not yet.

I'll catch up with you after morning surgery

and we can brainstorm on my plan of action. OK?

DOOR CLOSES

Where you going with that lot?

To a quiet corner.

It's paperwork on the Dalglish case, if I don't get this in today,

I'll have the CPS on my back.

So who's on duty doc today?

Emma.

Someone want me?

I know you've only just got in,

but we suspect we've got a drink driver, could you take some blood?

Drink driving, this early?

He smells like a barman's apron.

He refused to do a breath test at the road side,

said he was asthmatic, but the custody sergeant's seen him

and he's not on any medication.

Sarge said we can do a blood test and Mr Panniter's agreed.

Do you think he's playing for time?

Longer he leaves it, less alcohol in his system. Mmm.

He's got a lot to lose, he hit a cyclist.

How bad?

Broken leg and fractured pelvis,

but there's still a few more tests they've got to do.

OK, bring him in.

Right, if you'd like to take a seat.

Do you mind, if I er...?

Yeah, that's fine.

Sit down, please.

Right, I'm Doctor Reid.

I understand that you've agreed to have a blood test.

Didn't have much choice.

And did the duty sergeant explain the procedure and your rights?

Yeah.

Good.

OK, I just need you to sign a consent form.

And then, there's just a few routine health questions I need to ask you.

Yeah.

OK, is there any reason I shouldn't be taking blood?

Yes, because I haven't done anything wrong.

That's the investigation side, this is the...

I know, I know, sorry, I shouldn't be giving you a hard time,

it's just a bit rich. There you are minding your own business

and then, some silly...

And before you know it, you end up here.

When was the last time you ate?

Last night, I don't do breakfast.

And do you have any medical conditions that I should know about?

No.

Asthma?

Well, like I told the Sergeant,

I get a bit out of breath from time to time,

but it's nothing I'm seeing the doctor about, so...

And are you taking any medication?

No.

When was the last time you had alcohol?

Last night.

Right, I'll be taking two samples of blood,

and then, you can choose which sample is sent to the lab for testing.

How do I know you won't swap them?

Joke.

Is there anything that you'd like to ask before I take your blood?

Yeah.

How's life treating you then, Emma?

Sorry, Mr Lester, the doctor said if you want a prescription for Viagra,

you'll have to see him.

Oh... And, uh...

Thank you, I will take over, Miss Teale.

Please accept my apology for...

SHE SINGS: # Relax, don't do it When you want to go to it

# Relax, don't do it When you want to... #

Um...

That is enough.

A doctor and a police surgeon, my, you have done well.

I've worked very hard.

There's no doubting that.

Funny seeing you now. You look fantastic.

And it's been, what? 20 years?

It was another life.

Yeah, we were both young, carefree, full of ourselves. Well, I was.

And I wasn't exactly carefree.

No, that's right, you had a son, and you lived with that fella,

what's was his name? The that who could bore for Britain.

Sam.

I always remember you being a very liberated young woman.

Sometimes I think a little bit too liberated.

You with anyone now?

I'm sorry, Alan, but we need to get on with this.

Yeah, yeah, of course. I know I'm in good hands.

There was always something very special about you, Emma.

Look, we're old friends, right?

And old friends help each other out in times of need.

Karen.

I'm ever so sorry, I know you said I shouldn't talk to the patients,

but you'd gone to the loo, and I thought I was being really helpful.

Who'd have thought they'd invent a pill that could...?

We are dealing with highly sensitive information

and total discretion is called for.

I'm being a right nuisance, aren't I?

It is all new to you.

It will take time to adjust.

But do not run before you can walk.

If you really want to help, you can send these to the laboratory

at St Philomena's.

What are they?

Samples. Samples of what?

Stools.

I'll put my cards on the table, Emma, I'm up against it here.

I can't afford to lose my licence or end up in prison.

I'm a desperate man.

Alan, you stink of alcohol.

Last night I went out with a few mates until the early hours

and then, this morning, my ex changed her mind about me

seeing my daughter for the day.

I was looking forward to seeing her.

I know I shouldn't have done,

but when she slammed the phone down, I...

It numbs the pain.

You shouldn't have been driving.

No, miss. Sorry, miss.

I remember a time when you could drink me under the table.

Yeah, but I didn't drive afterwards.

Alan, you've put a young girl in hospital. Not intentionally.

I could have been stone cold sober and it would've happened.

But you weren't, were you? Don't look down your nose at me, Emma.

We've all done things we'd rather forget.

I want you to get me off the hook, for old time's sake.

Don't be ridiculous.

You were my best model.

A natural.

No inhibitions and 19 years old, every man's fantasy.

And those photos you let me take -

quality.

And I don't think I'll need to remind you that they left

nothing to the imagination, nothing.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

Ready? No.

No, not yet.

It must be hard, being a woman in this environment.

All those comments and sexist jokes.

If those photos accidentally got scanned

and ended up on the internet, you'd never live it down.

You'd become the locker room pin-up.

Then, there's your patients.

It'll be a hell of a surprise for your son to see his mum

with her... All right, all right, what do you want?

Take your blood and pretend it's mine.

Absolutely not.

No-one need ever know.

I'd be off the hook and you'd get your pictures back.

I won't, I can't. Well, it's your call.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

All done?

No. I need another five minutes,

I can't find a vein.

Thank you, doctor. OK.

Change of plans, I'm going out for lunch.

Oh! But you're supposed to help me bag Aran.

Are you following his every move?

I just wanted to see what his status was today.

How did you like it when someone did that to you?

That was different.

It's snooping.

Everyone check's up on their ex's, it's what you do.

Come on, Jas, give the guy a break.

I know he'll want to talk to me.

What, so you just click your fingers and he's supposed to come running,

is that it? You're beginning to sound like a stalker.

After everything I went through, how dare you say that.

You can't stop talking about him.

He means a lot to me.

He's moved on, and so should you.

I've got patients to see.

'I liked to party...'

have a good time.

Most teenagers do.

Oh! I cringe at some of the things I used to do.

And this Alan, he knew you back then? An old boyfriend?

No. He was a student, art student, photography mainly.

He wanted to take some artistic photographs of me.

I was young, flattered, so I agreed.

And, to begin with, they were artistic,

but after a few drinks, they became, well...

I get the picture. I mean, no. I mean...

Jimmi, if those photos get out onto the internet, then, I'm finished.

Local GP and police surgeon bares all, that's national news.

Oh, well. Thank you.

Come on, it was 20 years ago. Who's going to care?

I care, I'm serious, Jimmi.

I remember what those photos were like,

I don't want anyone to see them, anyone.

If somebody does then, I'd lose all credibility...

I'm finished.

And what about Chris?

I was with his father when they were taken.

SHE SIGHS

What am I going to do?

You'll just have to face up to it.

Or I could just do what he wants me to do.

He wants to use my blood instead of his, for the tests.

And you've spoken to the custody sergeant about this?

Emma, come on, don't even think about it.

If you get caught, it's professional suicide.

Right, I'll take over.

No. No.

No, I'll deal with it.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Mr Panniter's blood samples.

Which one do you want to be tested?

Right. He's all yours.

How did it go?

Um...fine.

No. You need to be methodical.

No short cuts.

Name. Date of birth. Address.

In that order. Mrs Tembe... Please, do not interrupt.

Now, all recent correspondence, they need to go to the front...

Mrs Tembe, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I remember how to do it.

Somehow, I know what I've got to do.

Well...well, well... Please, show me.

It's like a pattern.

And I think that I would know what to do

with my eyes closed.

Well... That is good progress.

I will leave you to it.

We'll contact you as soon as we get the results of your blood test back.

So I'm free to go?

We're releasing you on police bail pending further investigation.

Oh! Good afternoon, Doctor Clay.

Any messages?

Hiya. My name's Karen.

Can I get you a drink or anything?

No. I'm fine, thank you.

He's cute, for his age.

SHE SINGS: # Like a virgin...

# Oooow! Touched for the... #

You didn't hang about.

I want the photos.

What's the rush?

Why don't you come upstairs and I'll do us both a drink?

No, thanks.

It's not much of a place, is it?

Still, it makes me a living, of sorts.

It's funny, thinking back, innit? All those dreams we had.

I wanted to be the next David Bailey.

Would you really have put my photos out there?

Yeah, why not?

If you couldn't have been bothered to help me out, what the hell?

But like a good girl, you did, so...

It was blackmail. Call it what you like,

it doesn't matter now, does it?

In the old days, you wouldn't have thought twice

about doing something like that. Yeah, well, this isn't the old days.

You were drink driving.

You weren't just saving my neck, you were saving your own,

so don't get on your high horse, hey?

Now, where did I put those photos?

They've got to be here somewhere...

Still looking good, Em.

KNOCK ON DOOR

What do you want?

To say I'm sorry.

Go away. No, come on, let's not fall out, OK? I really am sorry.

You're just... Yeah, I know, becoming a stalker.

That came out wrong.

I hate to admit it,

but I was really jealous when I found out Aran was engaged.

Jas, is it him you want

or are you just trying to prove to yourself you can still have him?

It's him...

SHE SIGHS

It's always been him.

Come here.

I could get some money for these.

I kept my side of the bargain.

Sensible, cos you really wouldn't want these getting out.

Can I have the photos please?

I used to fancy you.

I couldn't believe my luck when you agreed to pose for me.

I could hardly keep my camera still.

You fancied me once,

so how about it, Em, hey? Me and you, old times' sake.

I didn't fancy you then, and I certainly don't now.

HE MOANS

Two-faced...

You OK?

Yeah.

Fine.

Ah! Doctor Clay,

I would like to invite you round to my house

one evening this week.

I'm sure you and Mrs Hollins have a lot of catching up to do. Um...

I'm busy all this week.

Aw, well! That is a pity.

Another time maybe.

I don't...

I don't know what to say

and the longer I leave it, the worse it gets.

You are finding it hard.

Yeah, but I have no ideas why. It doesn't make sense to even me.

Well...

Maybe you are afraid that you will have to accept

that she will no longer be the woman you know so well.

But I think you will be pleasantly surprised,

the old Mrs Hollins is most definitely still there.

I'm not disturbing you, am I?

No, no. Good, cos I don't want to be in Mrs Tembe's bad books.

She says I've got to keep my head down.

THEY CHUCKLE

I remember Immie doing the filing in the summer holidays.

What was she like, my daughter?

Oh! My...my daughter.

Oh! My...my daughter.

A chip off the old block.

You seem to know a lot about me.

Fair bit, yeah.

Did we have a thing? No.

All right, keep your hair on.

HE LAUGHS

What you laughing at?

You, shirty as ever.

I...

I saw you at St Phil's,

but you were unconscious and...

..I should've visited you again, but I didn't, I'm really sorry.

Forget about it, I had enough old geezers visiting me.

Old geezers?

No, no...

(Him.)

Rob? Rob's a lovely bloke.

He's not much of a catch, though, is he?

You obviously thought so, you've been with him long enough.

Was he nice to me?

Rob worships the ground you walk on.

I just...I can't see what I see in him.

You...you loved him very much.

HE HUMS

What've you got there?

This is the answer to your destiny.

It's a quiz.

It'll tell you if you should get back with your ex or not.

And I'm going to take notice of that? Oh, come on, try it.

OK, so, "When you had an argument, who gave in first, you or your ex?"

Aran.

"And you were always in the right?"

Most of the time.

MUSIC PLAYS

"You're controlling."

I'm not controlling. Give it to me, I said give it...

Oh, yeah, definitely not controlling(!)

"Did you enjoy having sex?"

Oh... I will come back at a more convenient time.

Excuse me.

You did the right thing, telling the police.

I hope so.

They've said that they won't show the photos to anyone else there

unless it's on a 'needs must' basis.

I'm so sorry, Chris.

What for?

For allowing the photos to be taken in the first place.

It was a long time ago, all right? Forget it.

You say that, but...

Well, there's a chance that one or two of them

might end up in the local paper.

Seeing my mother starkers on the front page

of the local rag would be embarrassing,

but at least they were taken when you were young and fit.

You did well, Mum.

Come here.

What are you reading? Nothing!

These are Sgt Hollins' medical files.

So?

If I'm married to him, I should be able to see it.

I thought I made myself abundantly clear about patient confidentiality.

You did.

I'm sorry Mrs Tembe, but I couldn't help myself.

I just wanted to find out a little bit more about the man

I'm supposed to be married to.

Anyway, there's nothing in them, he's as fit as a butcher's dog.

I understand your curiosity,

but you must promise me this will never happen again.

I promise, it won't.

We will put all this behind us.

I have a treat for supper tonight.

Bangers and mash.

And can we have a spotted dick for pudding?

Maybe we should just stick to ice cream.

And when we eat it, can we watch the telly at the same time,

please, can we, please? Please, Mrs Tembe... Yes...

Yes, fine.

How did you get on?

It says we're 80% compatible.

That's not bad.

Not 100% though, is it?

What relationship is?

What do you think I should do?

Stop doing stupid questionnaires.

It was your idea!

If I told you to forget Aran, could you?

You've tried to get together twice now,

a part of me thinks you should just let him live his life.

But then, I have known you both for a very long time,

and I always thought you were made for each other.

What if he doesn't feel the same any more?

SHE SIGHS

Why has it taken me so long to realise he's the one?

You always were a bit slow.

Hey... I'm just going to send a text, OK?

"Hi, Aran,

"it was very nice to see you

"and I'd love to see you again. Jas."

That's it?

It says it all. I won't contact him again.

The ball's in his court.

Playgroup for dads.

That looks...horrible.

So don't go. Keep it.

Do something.

There was one word. I wasn't sure

if it was 'synagogue' or 'sausages'.

Sausages.

That makes more sense.

Every time I get myself sorted out, you pop up to mess things up!

I promise. We'll sort this out. I really doubt that.

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