White Van Doctors

No.

Not here!

Not here!

Patrick? It's Viv.

Are you OK?

Is there anything I can do? Patrick?

Stop using my name.

What's wrong?

Don't shout my name, he'll hear you. Can't know I'm here.

Who can't?

Is this the one you talked about before? Has he been here?

He can't know I'm here even if he knows where I live.

-Do you want me to get someone?

-Don't use my name. Go away.

You don't know me. You don't know me!

Doctor Clay, I've got someone insisting she sees you.

It must be today, and no-one else will do.

You've got a full list, so...

-Who is it?

-Deborah Leigh.

Oh, right, er, yeah. Stick her in this afternoon.

Are you sure?

-You're very chirpy.

-Am I?

Yeah, I noticed it the minute you came in.

I said to myself, he has got a definite spring

-and it's nothing to do with the weather.

-Can't think why.

Maybe you do know why but you're keeping it to yourself!

Have you met that special someone?

-Nope.

-Hmm. I understand!

Yeah. You want to...

First flush, you want to keep it quiet till you're quite sure.

-On the down-low.

-So you'll put Deborah Leigh in at two o'clock?

Is it her? Is that why she won't see anyone else?

-She only has eyes for you?

-She's just a patient!

So it's some other lucky lady?

Excuse me.

So, what brings you here? Finally?

Erm, I was doing a home visit.

I've got a patient nearby who's bedridden.

I never get a cup of tea unless the home help's there.

Some people are so lazy(!)

Right, now then.

I'm talking about you!

Where were you and your big muscles when I was moving?

Well, you're all settled now. How's work?

Between the move and the Crohn's, a bit quiet.

-Sold a couple of pieces to a woman's mag.

-Nice one.

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Ooh! Got someone moving in?

That's Patrick. Poor guy.

He's virtually shut in, like, disturbed.

I did wonder if he was one of yours? Patrick Borley?

No. Doesn't ring a bell.

I think he's on medication.

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Something's upset him.

We were getting along, neighbours stuff, chatting, you know,

and then...

What?

I don't know, it's weird.

He barely talks to me now, and when he does he keeps saying

that he doesn't want someone to know he's here.

Whether that someone is real or not...

Are you sure he's not with the Mill?

Maybe I should check.

Hello?

My name's Chris, I'm a nurse.

Your neighbour sent me down, she's worried about you.

KEY RATTLES IN LOCK

Stand back.

Over there, where I can see you.

That cut looks nasty.

Who sent you?

Your neighbour upstairs - Viv.

Big mouth, nosy, worried about you.

-She should worry about the van. You both should.

-What van?

-It's still there, the white van!

-Is it?

Why don't you tell me about it while I have a look at that?

It'd be easier to do if you let me inside.

Way too young. You can't be him.

-Rob! Hello.

-Hi.

-You all right?

-Y-Yeah!

Don't worry, I am here on official business

but it's more to do with... Well, to be honest, Louis sent me an email,

and he wants me to come and check the house, and make sure it's safe.

-Give it the once-over.

-You must think I'm crazy!

No, no, no, of course I don't.

He just wants to make sure that you're safe.

Right, where shall we start?

Come in.

I don't think that needs stitches.

Who's your doctor?

You're good looking.

Are you on any medication?

Not because you said that!

I used to be good looking.

60, in-call; 75, out.

Does anyone ever come and see you?

Friends or a social worker?

Police.

The police visit? What, often?

You need to get them.

Now?

-Why?

-The white van.

Oh, what, to come and get you in a van? Is that what you mean?

-It's outside. He's out there.

-Who?

In the white van. It can't be here.

Get the police. Take it away.

No! No!

Just through the gap.

That one right there?

Shouldn't it be parked there? Do you want it towed?

You're good looking. 60, in-call, easy.

Don't let him see you leave here.

I'll be careful.

He's a ghost.

It all looks pretty secure to me.

Where do you keep your gardening equipment?

-It's inside. I'll show you.

-There's no need.

If it's inside, it can't be used to prise open doors and windows.

Same with stepladders.

You know, Louis sent me a really well-thought out email.

He's the smart one in the family.

Don't know where he gets it from.

Yeah. He's come up with some really good ideas.

He seems to be doing really well, considering what he's been through.

Yeah, he is.

He's got a really practical mind.

He's sorting out an appeal against my back-to-work ruling, too.

They've passed you fit to work?

Yeah. The doctor say's I'm fine, apparently.

This is what Louis has written.

Doctor Tyler.

Do you know him?

Our paths have crossed.

-Excuse me, mate, is this your van?

-No, it's not mine.

Patrick?

It's only me.

Why don't you come up to mine for a coffee?

Valerie, my printer's getting really low on ink

and there's no new ink cartridges in the store cupboard

so could you tell Mrs Tembe to order some new ones, please?

I can do that.

Of course, it reminds me of all those happy memories of when Ashley

and I were getting together.

Ink cartridges?

No, what I was telling you about Jimmi finding his great love.

Loneliness is now a thing of the past for me.

Is that right?

Yeah, Ashley has completely changed my life.

Until then, I thought only Jeffery could fill that void.

My cat.

At least Ashley can change his own litter tray.

Isn't that what everyone wants, Al?

Someone strong, and independent?

I can only wish Jimmi the same happy ending.

Yeah.

Me too.

I bet they met in a supermarket.

They both reached for the last meal for one in the chiller cabinet,

their eyes met. They will still be eating the same chicken carbonara

every Friday night, but it won't be for one anymore.

Oh.

What is it Jack's doing again?

He's finishing his law training.

Law, eh? Like father, like son?

No. Completely his own decision.

He's up there in the north east.

Immie's at art college in London.

We'd like them to be...

I'd, er, I'd like them to be a bit closer,

but you can't have everything, can you?

I bet Karen would like that too. Any mother would.

Yeah, well, er...

Karen's been through a lot of...

really heavy stuff recently.

Grab a seat, tell me what's up.

Well, I'm not sure anything is.

I was doing a home visit out by Broadside, and I'd swung

by another patient's flat, and she's got this bloke living downstairs.

Noisy neighbour?

Well, yeah, but he's on meds, a little bit disconnected

and there's this...he wants the police to come and move this van

from outside the front of his house.

He's getting really worked up about it.

Near Broadside?

That'll be a white van then, will it?

Yeah, how did you know?

Front desk told me you were here.

Come to take me out for lunch?

Yeah, I just needed some advice.

Chris met Patrick Borley this morning.

I see.

Can you tell me who is he, please?

Cos I haven't got a clue what to make of him.

Patrick, as far as we know,

is the only surviving victim of a killer who targeted male sex workers

around Birmingham, a few years ago.

She doesn't want to see Jack or Immie either.

There's...

There's been no contact between them.

That's terrible.

I mean, for all of you, but for you to...

to just be shut out like that.

It is complicated.

But to lose her like that...

I feel like I've lost half of myself.

I can imagine.

It's just totally blindsided me.

Since the accident, she's changed completely.

She's moved on now.

She's found somebody else.

No? Already?

When exactly did this happen?

Nine years ago?

I can vaguely remember something when I was at school.

We had bog-all to go on, near enough.

Men just vanished without a trace.

How many were there?

Difficult to say, given what they did for a living.

Prostitution's an itinerate profession.

Some lose their looks, others just move on.

And some completely disappeared?

We reckon at least five.

Body parts were identified from one victim, dug up by a farmer.

I was the police surgeon on call.

We think the killings might have happened in the back of this van.

No scene of crime for us to discover.

Patrick's the only one that got away. Physically, anyway.

And he couldn't tell you anything?

The killer had given him a massive dose of GHB.

Effectively, it fried his brain.

The only thing he could say coherently was,

"The ghost man in his ghost-white van."

Rob, I know this is difficult for you to talk about, and you must

still care about Karen, but when do you start thinking about yourself?

I really don't know.

I look at you and see someone who's in pain.

I know what that's like.

And how much I stood my ground when everyone told me to move on.

Yeah. Not quite the same.

I kept telling myself it would be all right.

But it took someone else...

it took someone else to put me straight,

and to save my life.

Sian.

I was just doing my job.

Karen's new behaviour is because of a freak accident.

I don't have the same excuse, no matter how tempted I am.

No, of course not.

I've just had a phone call from Hermione.

-She said she'll meet you at lunchtime.

-Hermione?

His secret love! Well, not so secret anymore,

-it goes without saying.

-But you said it anyway.

-We're all happy for you.

-Hold up. Hermione?

I know! Isn't it wonderful?

Our Jimmi has got himself caught up in his own Harry Potter romance.

-That'll do, thank you.

-Has she got you spellbound?

Yeah, have you shown her your wand yet?

No, no! She's the enchantress.

Jimmi's just the helpless mortal under her influence.

Ooh! Lucky Jimmi.

She's just a friend.

We could do a Hogwarts thing for Valentine's Day.

Love potions, costumes... I'll make cupcakes.

Has she invited you into her Chamber of Secrets yet?

-Valerie!

-Ooh!

So you're back to work properly now then, are you?

Well, I never left really.

I'd better start thinking about that - a job.

What can I do, though?

Why don't you just wait and see how the appeal goes?

Oh, it could take ages.

Tell you what, why don't you let me

have a word with Doctor Tyler.

Rob, I couldn't ask you to do that.

-You've done so much already.

-No, no, it's all right. It's fine.

You don't want to be going back to work yet.

With me and Louis fighting your corner,

we might just get the right result.

Patrick, it's Chris, remember?

I've just spoken to Sergeant Briggs, he says he knows you.

Can't keep you away.

-Is he in?

-He's always in.

I just popped out to get some air, have a break from his noise.

-Go away!

-It's only me, mate.

Look, did you hear what I said about Sergeant Briggs?

He's going to swing by and have a chat with you about the van.

I've just passed it. There's someone there now.

He's here?

He was putting something in the back.

It's him, he's found me. You've got to hide.

Or I could go and talk to him and ask him to move it.

No, no, go and hide.

Patrick, right, it is not the ghost man.

-OK? I'll be back in a sec.

-No, no, no!

Can I get you something? Let me help.

Patrick, who's the ghost man?

All right?

This is Pavel, our man with a van.

He's been doing a loft conversion up the road.

-This is the closest place he could park.

-Hardly a ghost.

Well no, but look at what he's wearing. He's got white overalls on.

That might have been what Patrick saw that night.

Could be.

Anyway, he's moving it now. There's a space closer to the house.

Ghost man has got him.

Not again. Not again!

60, in-call, 75 out.

Ghost man.

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Oh!

Ghost man.

Patrick keeps saying, "60 in-call, 75 out".

His fee when he was on the game.

-60, you go to his place, 75...

-Got it.

Do you want me to come inside with you?

No, two people turning up on his doorstep might be more

than he can handle if he's having a bad day.

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Patrick? Can you hear me?

-1610 to control.

-'Go ahead, 1610'.

I'm at an RTC at Crowngate Place. I need an ambulance.

'It's on its way.'

A ghost man.

Can you hear me, Patrick?

Ghost man in his ghost white van.

Lie still for me, mate, OK?

Got me in the white van.

Yeah, and you stopped him getting me, mate. You're a hero.

Always knew he'd come back.

-What happened?

-Stand back, please.

Patrick? Why did you think he'd come back?

-Viv, just back off.

-Is this him?

He made me a ghost.

He made me a ghost, too.

I wonder if they'd go for a September wedding.

-Who?

-Jimmi and Hermione.

Ooh, that sounds like a red-headed girl's name, doesn't it?

You couldn't be blonde with a name like that, could you?

You see, then they could go for autumnal colours.

I wonder if she's taller than he is.

Of course, she'd avoid wearing heels to play it down.

I'm sure she's thoughtful like that.

What do you think, Karen?

I think that the pamphlets need straightening.

That would be helpful, thank you.

I was wondering if you'd be here.

It's where I work.

Of course it is.

Actually I'm after Kevin. Is he in?

Er...

He's running a little late on morning surgery at the moment,

but if you'd like to wait?

Yeah, thanks.

So, how have you been?

I, er...

..I saw the article in the newspaper, Sergeant Hollins.

You looked very distinguished in your photo.

Do you not think?

Yeah, it was nice.

Well, you are very much appreciated for the work you do.

And admired too, I am sure.

Yeah, well done. Good for you.

Perhaps you would like to wait in the staffroom,

-and I'll let you know when Doctor Tyler is available.

-Good idea.

-Thank you very much.

-How bad is it?

He's being assessed by the trauma team.

What was with all the questions? What's this about?

I was just trying to help him, draw him out.

Why?

Viv?

I've been working on a book about the killings.

I've spent months trying to find what little there is.

When the flat above Patrick's became available, I had to have it.

Your chance to cash in?

I saw that he was starting to remember more.

This is what he drew - his "ghost man".

No-one has seen that before.

So you've been pestering him?

Trying to force a memory so horrifying that it has left him in that state?

It wasn't like that.

Books about unsolved crimes sell by the bucket load.

I can establish myself,

and help the police.

Getting the whole story out there might jog some memories.

All you have done, right, is traumatise him even more.

Kevin, Sergeant Hollins is waiting for you.

-Er, yeah, I just need some pens. I'm running low.

-Right.

Thought you had to rush off for lunch?

Yeah, I do, I've just got some, erm...filing to do.

-Have you locked the doors?

-Er, no, you see Doctor Clay...

-What's going on?

-Not a clue.

Sorry, we're closed for lunch.

No, she's with me.

Hello.

-ALL:

-Hello.

Hi.

Hermione, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Hermione.

Welcome to the Mill. I'm sure Jimmi's told you what a happy,

close-knit family we are. I'm Valerie.

-You didn't say there'd be an audience?

-I didn't know.

Oh, well.

Jimmi's about to ravage me on the bonnet of his car,

if anyone wants to watch?

Is that my phone?

If a white van goes kerb crawling in the red light district,

it clears the streets in seconds flat.

It's become an urban myth - the ghost man in his ghost white van.

He's still out there.

And you played on that with Patrick, stoking his paranoia.

-You caused this.

-You can't blame me!

If he makes it through today, you leave him alone.

He was doing fine before you moved in.

Patrick, how are you?

It hurts.

Wait! I'll be here when you get back from surgery.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

It's you he needs to be scared of, not the van.

I'll always be scared of that. He's found me.

No, no, he hasn't, but if you tell me about this -

-is this him with the green eyes?

-It's not him. It's nothing.

The police will want to see that. It's new information.

You must tell someone.

I've got to get away. No stories. No stories.

Let him stay lost, Viv.

Who? Patrick or the killer?

Both. For Patrick's sake.

Rob? What can I do for you?

It's about a fit-for-work case.

Sian Marden.

Sorry, you know I can't discuss that.

No, I know. I'm here on her behalf.

I'm just trying to work out if you're aware that she still carries

physical and mental scars from when her husband tortured her

-with a branding iron?

-I know her full history.

You do, and you still passed her?

Really? What - that's it?

Have you taken enough time to find out what she really went through?

Everything in the consultation pointed to her being fit for work.

Fit for work? How can she be fit for work

when she can hardly leave the house?

She needs support.

You're supposed to be in a caring profession.

And I think you're using your profession to lean on me

-for what sound like personal reasons.

-Oh, yeah?

-Well she's still going to appeal.

-That's her right.

Just how long did your consultation take?

Are you implying that I didn't do my job properly?

I'm implying that you should take a closer look.

Her husband was a sadistic animal who robbed her of her dignity,

and her peace of mind. She's suffering.

It's still nothing to do with how I conducted myself.

Oh, I get it. Just tick all the right boxes, eh?

Do you know what?

Your attitude is everything that's wrong with the world these days.

Then your problem is with how the world works, not with me.

And if you think you can fix that,

then winning some award has gone right to your head.

Rob?

Yeah?

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what I said before.

-What?

-I'm sorry.

-Has Mrs Tembe put you up to this?

-No.

I don't want to be somebody who disappoints people all the time.

You're not.

I am.

I'm not who you want me to be.

I'm not her, I'm not this wonder Karen.

She's not in here.

She is. You just don't know it.

-You seem like a decent bloke.

-Yeah, I am.

I think we should get a divorce.

That way you would be free to find somebody else

who really appreciates you. Sorry.

Go on then, seeing as everybody thinks

I've done the worst thing since Hitler.

I'm not going into work today.

-Yeah, we'll see about that.

-Oi!

No one is judging you.

Yeah, right.

I'll spell it out for you.

We are stuck.

Sorry, Howard.