Unforgettable Doctors

SHE COUGHS

MUSIC: "Temptation" by Heaven 17

Hello, lover boy.

SHE SIGHS

Just let me know when you've cleared the spare bedroom. Thank you.

No problem, mate.

I don't want to go.

I know, Mum.

This is the worst bit.

Once you're all settled in you'll be fine.

Why can't I stay here?

We've talked about that. You're not well enough.

You'll have lots of people to help you at Rose Valley.

You could help me...with Charlotte. Where is she?

Don't worry, Mum, she'll... She'll be here soon.

# Hide your face

# All I desire

# Temptation

# Keep climbing higher and higher

# Temptation

# You can take it or leave it

# Temptation

# But you'd better believe it... #

Mum, it all has to fit in one room.

But it was your father's.

Let me take it. Thank you.

The front door's open.

Charlotte!

Hello.

Anthony's making me throw things away!

You can't take everything, Mum.

Come on, I'll help you.

You're hardly dressed for packing. There's dust everywhere.

I'm not going to visit my favourite lady dressed in overalls, am I?

I'd better see what the men are doing.

Right, let's start.

DOORBELL RINGS

Well, hello, lover boy.

Hello, lover boy.

Hello, lover boy.

Hi!

Hi.

I was supposed to get back to you. Sorry, it all kicked off at work.

No worries. I just wanted to pick up a few things.

-OK.

-My therapist said it would be good for me

if I had a few personal things from the house.

Take anything you want.

I remember this.

Gordon's hole in one.

Oh, yes, that silly game!

Golf.

A good walk spoiled.

I could never understand what he saw in it.

Out in all weathers.

Gordon was never the one for alcohol

but that day...

he...

he came rolling home drunk as a coot!

THEY LAUGH

I've got a photograph of it somewhere.

Anthony, where's that photograph of your dad at the, erm...

that golf place?

You know the one with, erm, the men...

Party...

Fell over...

Mum, they're all packed away...

HE SIGHS

Thank you for coming. It means a lot to her.

-How are things?

-Up and down.

Some days she doesn't know where she is.

No, I meant...how are you?

I've got to pop out in a minute, just for an hour or so.

Can't you keep your hands off each other for one day?

-Erm, Delia, cup of tea?

-Oh, yes!

Looks like someone's been in the wars.

Yeah, I was off-roading.

Hit a tree root, went over the handlebars,

straight into a silver birch.

Wasn't pretty, mate.

Bikes and trees - not a good combination.

It's cool, just got to keep your eye on the terrain.

At least you don't have to deal with motorists.

They're a lot more unpredictable than trees.

Karen.

Sounds like things got heated.

Yeah, the guy came out of nowhere, and he gave me a shock.

Enough to instigate a punch-up?

Karen seems to think you were provoking him.

That's just talk, the heat of the moment.

You know how it is when the adrenaline gets pumping.

Flight or fight?

Why would I instigate a beating when I'm already carrying an injury?

Good question.

I was hoping your lab work would be back by now. I'm sorry.

To be honest, I'm not here for my test results.

If you could just prescribe something to stop me throwing up.

My mother-in-law's moving into a care home today.

I can't keep running to the bathroom.

You're still experiencing vomiting?

Several times a day.

I'm afraid the retching might cause the aneurysm to rupture.

And the pain's been getting worse.

Vomiting shouldn't have any impact.

What about the back pain?

A splenic artery aneurysm wouldn't cause back pain.

So it's my kidneys?

Given your previous history, that's a possibility.

We'll know more when we get the results in.

I see that you've decided against surgery.

It's not a good time for me to have a big operation.

The aneurysm's in the worst possible position -

I may have to have my spleen removed.

There's so much that could go wrong.

But if it ruptures...

I'm aware of the consequences.

I'm sorry.

My mother died of a ruptured aneurysm when I was 17.

Everything feels so out of control.

It's been a rough morning.

My mother-in-law has dementia.

She's been like a mum to me.

She's losing her home, and I'm losing her, bit by bit.

And these health problems, I'm just not coping very well.

What about your husband?

We separated a few months ago.

Ah.

So this should help take care of the vomiting.

And once I get the results in we'll know more about what's causing it.

In the meantime, please do think again about surgery,

whatever the risks they're still small compared to the alternative.

Fancy a brew?

No, thanks.

Well, if you change your mind, help yourself.

If you need me, I'll be ironing upstairs.

Get out, get out!

Gordon, where are you?!

Gordon! Gordon, there's a man in the bedroom!

Mum, I'm Anthony.

Anthony? Oh, Anthony...

Really sorry, think I surprised her.

It's OK, it's all right.

Where's your father? There's a man stealing things!

Mum, you're moving to a new home today, remember?

-I'm helping you pack.

-No!

No, I won't go! I won't go! You can't stop me.

-Calm down.

-You can't...

-Mum, calm down...

-Delia?

Can you help me with this?

Oh, Charlotte!

It's a special moving-in present.

Your favourite treats.

Right in the nick of time.

How was your...interlude?

None of your business.

Oh, look!

Look, Anthony! It's Turkish delight!

-Can I open it?

-Of course you can.

Thank you.

Ah!

What're you doing?!

Oww, oww! My ankle!

-Get on the bed.

-Ow!

Lay back. That's it.

What are you like?

-Put your ankle on this pillow.

-Ow!

Get these silly, flaming shoes off.

Ow! Mind my heels!

How anyone walks in those is a mystery to me.

-Ow-ow-ow!

-Right, wiggle your toes.

Yeah, I don't think it's broken.

I'll get some peas from the freezer.

You want some paracetamol?

Mm.

-Oh!

-Charlotte, what's wrong?

Erm, nothing. I'm fine.

That wasn't nothing. Please, Charlotte, tell me.

It's just a tummy bug.

For you.

Oh, no, I can't. That was Gordon's wedding present to you.

Take it. I'm sure he'd approve.

I know you love it.

She says so all the time, doesn't she?

She does.

Delia, thank you.

We'll treasure it.

Still got the auction house sticker.

Dad bought it on March 18th, 1960.

The week before our wedding.

I remember when he gave it to me.

It was after the ceremony.

We were staying at your grandmother's house.

I was doing the washing up!

In he came with this parcel under his arm.

"Dry your hands, love, I've got something for you."

Well, it didn't look like anything, wrapped up in brown paper.

Oh, but when I opened it...

-You knew it must have cost a small fortune.

-Exactly!

-And so did your mother-in-law.

-The battle-axe.

She told him to take it back to the shop!

And then he dropped the bombshell.

He didn't get it from a shop.

-He'd been to an auction.

-And scratched his nose.

Sold - to the man in the Trilby.

Have I told you this story before?

Once or twice.

SHE SIGHS

Ahhh! Ah!

'Hi there. Can't take your call at the moment so please leave a message

'and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.'

Dr Granger, It's Charlotte Barclay.

I've been thinking about the surgery, like you said.

I'm going to speak to my consultant about the possibility of proceeding.

I just thought I should let you know.

Come and get it!

Oh!

Yes. OK, thank you.

PHONE RINGS

You got my message?

Er, yes. Charlotte, I've just got off the phone to the lab.

I have your results.

I wondered if you could pass by the Mill, at around 4 o'clock?

I'm busy for the next couple of hours

'but if you can pass by then we can go over the results.'

Please, just tell me now.

I'd rather do it in person.

No, I can't.

'Why, has something happened?'

I've had a nosebleed - there's blood everywhere.

I don't know what to do.

OK. Where are you?

-'My mother-in-law's.'

-Give me an address.

'721, Elmsway Road.'

Dr Granger, she's easily upset.

If you can avoid alarming her I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, of course. I'll see you there.

'Charlotte?'

Is everything OK?

Erm, tummy bug's taken a turn for the worse.

Look, I'll be all right, but

'I've asked the doctor to pop round.'

So you're not all right then?

It's just a precaution.

'Anthony!'

You'd better go to her.

'Please, I'll be fine.'

What are you doing? You shouldn't be walking on that ankle!

Come here. Sit down before you do yourself some more damage.

Don't go.

This is more than a tummy bug, isn't it?

If you could just take me to Mrs Barclay, please...

She's my wife, if she's sick I need to know.

I'm sorry, I can't say anything more without her permission.

She's told you that we've split up.

That doesn't have any bearing...

Does her boyfriend know what's wrong with her?

Has she given permission for him...?

We've been married for 15 years. That still gives me some rights!

Why are you shouting?

It's all right, Mum, just go back inside.

She's upstairs.

What was that about?

I thought it was bloomin' obvious.

It might be obvious to you, but I'm getting mixed messages here.

One minute it's full steam ahead,

the next you're jamming on the brakes and doing a runner.

I was confused.

And now you're not?

Now I know what I want.

Why the about turn?

Have you remembered some more stuff?

Sort of.

What does that mean?

Feelings - I remembered feelings.

Yeah, well, I feel like we've been here before.

Well, you may have, but I haven't, I promise you.

What exactly do you want from me?

Good grief, Karen!

Come here and kiss me!

SHE GIGGLES

We're going to need to get you to hospital.

For a nosebleed?

Your blood pressure's way too high.

Combined with your test results and the fact that you have

an aneurysm, I don't want to take any chances.

What?

It looks like your kidney function has deteriorated.

You're going to need further tests

to establish the extent of the problem.

But I thought it was stable.

Will this affect me having the surgery?

It's much riskier when your kidneys are compromised.

Plus there's a greater chance of post-operative complications.

As a result,

I doubt your surgeon will want to operate as things stand.

Would you like me to explain the situation to your husband?

He's very worried.

I don't want Anthony to know.

It's going to be difficult to hide when the ambulance arrives.

I can drive myself.

-You're in no condition to drive.

-I'm not leaving in an ambulance.

Delia's confused and frightened as it is.

-OK, I'll drive you.

-Thank you.

Delia, I'm very sorry, I've got to go to work for a bit.

I'll come and visit you later, I promise.

You can show me around your new home.

Let's go upstairs.

Ooh, ow! Ooh, that hurt.

Are you all right?

OK... Plan B, pick me up.

Are you serious?

Oi! I am not a sack of potatoes!

Oh, be quiet, woman!

SHE GIGGLES

-Oh!

-What?

Oh! Ooh! I've pulled something.

You've pulled me!

Are you going to take me upstairs or what?

Oh, come on.

Ooooh!

My kidneys are in really bad shape.

Charlotte, I'm so sorry.

On the plus side, my aneurysm's still intact, though surgery's

off the agenda until they can stabilise my renal function.

I'm going to need dialysis at some point.

Yeah.

Perhaps it's time to confide in someone.

You mean Anthony?

He mentioned a boyfriend.

We broke up weeks ago - James found my diagnosis tiresome.

I realised I had left...

..a decent, honourable man for a vain little boy.

It was a ridiculous infatuation and I let it destroy my marriage.

It's clear to me that Anthony still cares deeply about you.

When I walked out, he was devastated.

What right do I have to burden him with this?

My kidneys are failing, my aneurysm might rupture

and kill me at any moment.

No, I can't walk back into his life on those terms.

It seems to me that it's his choice, too.

Maybe you could give him the opportunity to make it.

You are a serious let down.

I was hoping for some how's-your-father.

Well, next time you want some "how's-your-father",

don't ask me to carry you up the stairs first!

If I'd realised you were a seven stone weakling

I'd have got myself up the stairs on my bum!

You'd have got carpet burns in them skimpy knickers!

These knickers cost £15!

Really? You were done.

Oh! Ow! No, you're making it worse!

Don't! Aargh...that hurts. My back!

What?!

Oh, I can't move...

-Didn't you hear it crack?

-Crack?

Yeah, call an ambulance.

-Seriously?

-Yeah.

Oh, I'm going to have to just lie here perfectly still

and let you do all the work.

OK...

Aargh!

Hey, it's all right.

You came!

A promise is a promise. What a lovely room.

Shall I help you with that?

How about over here?

That's an excellent choice.

Here, let me.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Your father's never going to fit into this bed.

He's not here, Mum.

I think I'd better go. You two need some time together.

You only just got here. Don't go!

I second that.

(I'm sorry.)

I'll see you back at home.

KNOCK AT DOOR

BOTTLE CLATTERS TO THE FLOOR

You must be in a lot of pain.

I'm dealing with it.

That's not what it looks like from here.

What are you trying to hide?

I'm not hiding anything!

You can't kid a kidder, I've been there.

I know what it's like.

Do you?

Yeah, your injuries don't match your explanation.

The way you walk, the way you move.

You have serious injuries sustained to your torso

and you're trying to hide them.

You're imagining things.

Chris, what the hell is going on?

You need to talk to someone.

-Just mind your own business.

-People are worried about you.

I said, drop it.

-I can't, Chris, you need help.

-I don't need help.

Have you not figured out yet, you can't do this on your own?

-What about your mum?

-Don't you dare say a word to her.

Do you understand me?

-At least let me take a look at your...

-Are you stupid?!

I'm warning you!

Back off.

Back off.

-He worshipped his father.

-Mrs Kellam...

So if you or any of your colleagues tell him, I'll report you.

# You sexy thing... #

Oh, I'm sorry.

If you do well, you'll get a reward.

You're just worried that everyone might find out

that your son's a murderer.