The Final Bell Doctors

MUSIC: "Ain't No Grave" by Johnny Cash

# There ain't no grave Can hold my body down

# There ain't no grave Can hold my body down

# When I hear the traffic sound

# I'm going to rise Right out of the ground

# There ain't no grave Can hold my body down. #

If I had the choice between playing cars with Joe

or examining flaking rashes, I know which I'd choose.

Do you know, I'm going to have a look at my schedule.

I'm going to re-jig a few things,

see if I can spend some more time with him.

We won't get these years back.

Yeah! Come on, Dad!

APPLAUSE

Morning.

Dear, oh, dear, has someone put a sedative in the coffee machine?

It's just this Dave Cartwright business.

What happened to innocent until proven guilty?

I'm not saying he's innocent or guilty.

Thanks a lot, you're a lifesaver.

I couldn't help noticing the tattoo. You were in the army. Me too.

Not me.

Really? It's just it looks familiar, that's all.

Tattoo artist talked me into it after a few drinks.

Thank you.

Ah!

Dad?

You took a few nasty punches. You should get yourself checked out.

Doctor, are you?

Not quite. I'm a manager of a medical practice.

I could ask one of my staff to take a look at you.

It'd be my way of saying thank you.

And peace of mind, of course.

Just go, Dad. Get it looked at.

OK.

Oh, Phil, this is Dr Reid, one of our Police Surgeons.

-Please to meet you, Doc.

-Emma, please.

Phil's over from Denton Street nick. Same station as Dave.

Bet he's wishing he stayed there now.

Without an X-ray or a scan, this is just guesswork.

It could be a ruptured spleen or punctured lung.

He should be in hospital.

I told you. No hospitals.

I do wish you'd change your mind.

Take these as it says.

They'll help with the pain, but that's all.

Appreciate it.

Thanks for your help.

Be seeing you.

Travellers. They're a nightmare for hospitals. You can't pin them down.

I think I can with him.

Unless I'm mistaken, his tattoo puts him

in a particular place at a particular time.

If you're going out, could you pick me up some sushi?

Sure. Have you seen this place? New soft play area, looks like fun.

For whom?

Those places are full of vomiting, crying children and chav mums.

I don't see the fun in that.

Joe would love it.

Major Bickerstaff. How are you?

I'm very well, Captain Bellamy.

You're looking well yourself. Civilian life must agree with you.

Thank you, sir.

And to what do I owe this pleasure?

Well, this is a little strange,

it's about the regimental tattoo that the lads got in 2001.

It's just, I'm sure I saw one today.

Must have been someone from my old squad. Get a name?

Frank Dooley.

Strange thing was, he was part of a group of travellers.

Dooley.

Name doesn't ring any bells, I'm afraid.

Just thought I'd mention it.

I'm glad you did, Captain Bellamy.

Harder, yes. Good boy. Keep going.

Good boy. Keep going. Harder.

Good lad. Go on. Harder.

Go on.

Charlie, did you see who left this?

Don't know, Dad.

Go on, harder. Hit it, hit it. Go on.

Hit it, harder, harder.

The lads were saying that even if Dave is found innocent,

this will be on his record forever, won't it?

Mud sticks.

All it takes is one false accusation like this to bring

years of good service crashing down and finish off your career.

We've decided to stick together on this one.

-Make sure no one's left alone with her.

-What?

Well, you don't know what she'll say next, do you?

Nice soup, Phil. You should try some.

I'm going to leave you with a face like a butcher's block.

You've made a show out of me for long enough,

laughing behind my back.

You're a knacker. Fit for nothing.

Now come out and fight and prove me wrong.

Shame that lovely wife of yours isn't here to give you stitches.

You're going to need them.

You think she kept herself to herself

when you were away all those months?

If you believe that, you're a bigger sap than you look.

She was always sweet on me, do you know that?

Nothing changed when you came on the scene.

Oh, and take another look at that boy of yours,

because he's starting to look a hell of a lot like me.

We can settle this the usual way.

Unless you're planning on running away again?

I need something stronger. The pain's getting worse.

I can't give you anything else on top of what I've already given you.

It sounds like complications are setting in. I did warn you.

Take a seat and I'll call you an ambulance.

No.

I thought you were supposed to be the boss around here.

Tell her to give me something.

I'm sorry, but I have to respect my colleague's decision.

Look.

Look, I just need something for today.

Something that's not going to make me drowsy.

Are you thinking of fighting? Because you're in no fit condition.

Is that what you're planning?

What I'm planning is none of your business.

You ask too many questions.

Thank you. You not having anything yourself?

No, I might grab a bite at Krazy Climbers.

They've got a cafe there.

I've got the afternoon off work, so I'm going to call Hayley,

tell her she's got the same and then take Joe to the soft play.

But he has his nap around this time. He's in his routine.

One day's not going to kill him, is it? When else will I get the chance?

But it's a terrible place, it'll be full of screaming, noisy brats,

and he'll be tired and cranky himself.

He won't enjoy it one bit.

Look, a much nicer idea is that we all go together as a family,

like we said.

And you can have the afternoon to yourself.

OK.

Your visitor, Mr Bellamy.

Thank you, Mrs Tembe.

Come to check out Civvy Street, sir?

Your call had me intrigued, Captain.

I hope I haven't caused any trouble.

Not at all.

Now, just to be clear.

This is the tattoo you saw?

Certain, sir. And the date, yes.

The men who earned the right to wear it are in these photos.

Who's that?

That is Charlie Hardwick. Liverpool chap.

A deserter.

It was him, wasn't it?

Erm, well, I can't be sure, sir. He looks similar.

12 years I've searched for him.

Thought he'd gone MIA at first,

till a couple of men said they saw him deserting.

I'd almost given up hope of finding him. Good work, Captain.

Do you have an address?

Well, not exactly.

But I'm sorry, sir, I really must respect patient confidentiality.

And what about your duty to Queen and country?

Or have you forgotten?

You swore an oath of loyalty,

and that includes helping to bring an army deserter to justice.

Yes, sir.

But you must understand my position.

Whose side are you on, Captain?

Sarge, you heard the banter between them. Tell her what it was like.

I didn't really hear that much.

The lads were telling me some of the things she said.

They'd make a navvy blush.

I mean, you can't go dishing it out one minute,

and the next pretend you're some sort of wallflower.

How a person behaves or what they say

does not give someone carte blanche to attack them.

It's only her word it was an attack.

There were no signs of bruising, or even a struggle.

That is confidential. Where did you hear it?

The lads.

Ah, well, then it's gospel.

What I'm saying is, until anyone can show me evidence to the contrary,

this is just one person's word against the other.

Dave's suspended and here she is turning up for work

without a care in the world.

We all deal with things differently. Maybe that's her way.

Well, if you ask me, it's a total waste of police time,

and a good copper's career down the pan.

In World War I, there were 306 men just like him,

executed by firing squad for desertion and acts of cowardice.

You make that sound like a good thing, sir.

Those men turned their back on their country

in its greatest hour of need.

That, Captain, is inexcusable in my book.

Not everyone is equipped to deal with military life.

Then they shouldn't join up.

If men like him aren't taken to task,

it makes a laughing stock of the armed forces,

and sullies the memory of those men and women

who gave their lives for this country.

They look a hostile lot.

Can't see them taking kindly to the uniform.

Tell you what, you go and talk to him, coax him out.

I'll wait for your signal. When it's safe, I'll confront him.

Sir.

Hello?

Anyone at home? Dooley?

'..you made a show out of me for long enough,

'laughing behind me back.'

You're a knacker, fit for nothing.

Now come out and fight, prove me wrong.

'It's a shame that lovely wife of yours

'isn't here to give you stitches.'

What are you doing here?

You're in no condition to fight again.

Are you doing it because of this?

He's got no right saying those things.

They're Neanderthals. Ignore them.

Joey Keelan.

He's never forgiven me for taking Lena from him.

My wife.

She's been dead two years.

And now he's saying my boy isn't mine.

I hope you've brought that doctor with you,

because he's going to need her.

He's clearly doing all he can to rile you.

You don't understand.

If I don't put a stop to this, it'll go on and on,

get passed down to Charlie, and then he'll have to fight.

That's the traveller way.

KNOCK AT DOOR

'Dad, they're here.'

Dooley, please.

I've got to fight to win.

Why don't you call it off, buy yourself some more time?

You could pack up during the night and leave, get away from all this.

I'm done running.

I'm glad to hear it, Private Hardwick.

12 years I've waited for this moment.

Then another half an hour isn't going to kill you.

To give you time to give me the slip again? I don't think so.

Look, I knew this day might come,

but it's going to have to wait till after I've fought.

For money?

For honour.

I thought you, of all people, would understand that.

# There ain't no grave Can hold my body down

# There ain't no grave Can hold my body down

# Well, look down yonder, Gabriel

# Put your feet On the land and sea. #

So, an afternoon of the World's Best Police Chases beckons, does it?

No, I just spoke to Hayley to check on Joe, and she tells me

that he's had his nap, he's one refreshed little boy,

so I told her I was going over to pick him up.

What did she say?

To be honest, she wasn't that keen to hand him over.

Think it was an issue about money.

I told her we'd still pay her for the day.

I think she's got an attitude problem, you know.

She tried every excuse under the sun not to give him to me.

I had to remind her who the parent was.

Yes, hi.

I know, it's all right, don't worry. I'm dealing with it. Bye.

What's going on?

Honestly, what is it about parents?

I just had Mrs Kenley claiming her darling daughter has ME.

Little does she know the girl climbs out of the window at night

to meet a series of inappropriate boyfriends.

She's knackered because she's a dirty stop-out.

Then this morning I had some traveller

beating the crap out of some guy because of a sense of honour.

I mean, what kind of example is that for a child?

It's better than beating the child, I suppose. I'd better get on.

So, as new parents, do you think you're mildly delusional?

I'm not a new parent.

No, of course. Izzy, isn't it?

But I bet you're a lioness, hey, Zara?

Guilty as charged.

So, is there a point to this tirade, or can I get on?

Sorry, don't let me stop you.

What's up with her?

Ambulance, please.

Just as well that boy of yours has my blood in him.

At least there's one decent fighter in the family, then!

Possible broken ribs, male, top end of North Street.

Look, I lied, all right?

I knew if I said that stuff you'd come out all guns blazing.

You're not my dad!

You're your father's son, all right.

I lied about Lena.

I tried it on with her when you were away.

She told me where to go.

It was you she loved, always, till the day she died.

You were a lucky man.

Oh!

There's an ambulance on the way.

Daniel, will you please calm down!

After a revelation like that?

Here was me, thinking that everything was fine,

that we were making progress,

when all the while you were playing me like a fool.

Look, I just have some bridges I need to cross where Joe is concerned.

Do you have any idea how that makes me feel,

that you don't trust me with my own son?

My son, who I would die for?

You know what, it's all making sense now.

My priority is to protect your son.

What do you think my priority is?

All I'm saying is, on the night of the so-called rape,

they have consensual sex, as usual.

Then, later, they have sex a second time,

only this time, she cries rape.

No signs of a struggle.

That is hearsay.

What could have changed in the space of, what, an hour?

She set him up and he walked right into it.

-Only a woman could think up something like that.

-Excuse me?

As far as rape accusations go, thinnest I've ever heard.

I feel like I've travelled back to the Dark Ages.

Sorry about him. He can be a bit gobby.

It's not just him, it's everyone's take on it.

What if it did happen? Has anyone considered that?

I must say, I'm heartened to find

there are still men like yourself, Captain.

Men who remember their duty to Queen and country.

I was ill.

I know.

You believe that, don't you?

Yeah.

I've had hours of therapy.

You've seen me with Joe.

You've left me on my own with him at home.

Yes.

What else do you want from me?

You're being irrational.

Of course I'm being irrational. This is my son.

Our son.

I...

I just can't get past seeing you in that moment.

I just don't know what else you want from me.

Neither do I.

I'm phoning the military police, get some guards posted outside the room.

Think you better take that call outside, sir.

I'll inform the staff on what's about to happen.

Good idea.

Wait there, Charlie.

Charlie Hardwick. How are you feeling?

I've felt better.

Charlie Hardwick.

That's a name I haven't heard in a while.

It's a person you haven't been for a while.

Last time I saw him was in Afghanistan,

cowering behind a truck,

bullets flying over his head,

praying for his life, and his pregnant wife.

Crying like a baby,

thinking he'd never see them again.

Major Bickerstaff tells me you deserted your post.

If anyone's a coward, it's him,

giving orders while he's safely tucked up away from the real action.

How did you get away?

There was a break in fire, so I legged it.

Thought I'd get a bullet, but it never came, so I kept running.

Got to Kabul,

ditched my kit, got the first commercial flight out of there.

I took up with the wife's family and travelled with them.

It's been that way for 12 years.

He knows?

You do what you've got to do.

I'm going to give you an order, Private, and I suggest you take it.

Yeah, It's Major Bickerstaff here.

I'm going to need a couple of military police.

Yeah, St Philomena's, Birmingham.

That's right. I've got a prisoner to bring in.

Phil, can I ask you something?

What does being a police officer mean to you?

Not sure I understand.

To me, it's somebody who can be impartial,

see both sides before passing judgement.

If a person can say yes to sex a hundred times,

but if on the 101st, they say no,

their partner has to respect that.

It seems to me that opinions around here

have rather muddied the waters as to what actually constitutes rape.

People are entitled to their opinions, to weigh up the facts.

Yes, and the fact is that sex without consent is rape.

It doesn't matter how much a person has had to drink,

or what they're wearing, or what the banter was,

or even if their partner thinks they're joking.

If they haven't consented to the sex, it is rape.

If you trivialise this and let other people's opinions cloud your view

so early in your career,

then you'll never be that impartial police officer

that you need to be to succeed.

It's not a criticism, Phil. It's advice.

I didn't know how you take it, so I brought milk and sugar.

Notice anything? He's gone.

He's gone? Where?

If I knew that...

Do you think one of the nurses has taken him?

They've searched the hospital.

He's given me the slip, again!

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

-Night.

-Night.

See you.

Emma.

That business before...

No, no, look. You did the right thing. You remained impartial.

All I did was to remind him and his colleagues to do the same.

Easier said than done, I know.

What if there is any truth to it being a false accusation?

What message does it send out to people who've been attacked?

Worse still, what message will it send to the attackers?

I know, let's just hope the truth comes out.

Yeah.

Night.

Good night.

Hi, sir.

By the time you get this, we'll be long gone.

Can't tell you where, obviously.

We just wanted to say thanks.

For everything.

Thanks, Mr Bellamy.

You've given us a new start, and for that, we'll always be grateful.

Won't we?

Be seeing you.

You ready to go?

I'm getting a taxi.

Don't be absurd.

Don't let me keep you.

You are being completely...

Well, I've had a very successful day,

if I don't mind saying so myself.

Good for you, Howard.

Yes, a little bit of subterfuge but got there in the end.

Yes, I'm holding.

Yes, it wasn't exactly above board, but was a tricky situation.

Really?

I've been holding for almost two minutes, do you want my custom or...

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Idiot!

Quite interesting, actually.

Can I give you a lift home now, or not?

Doesn't look like I have much choice now, do I?

Well, let me take this.

I can manage.

-It's much easier...

-I can... Oh!

Don't say anything.

I am not an octopus!

We both said some things that were out of line.

Can we please just try and talk about this rationally?

I think we have both made our feelings perfectly clear.

I know I have.

Just take me home.

Are you actually going to follow through this time,

or is it just another threat?

Wait here, will you?

What if someone comes?

Well, just whistle or something, yeah?

I can't whistle!

New horizons.

Going on holiday, are you?

Not exactly. All in good time.

-Let's have a look.

-I'm fine.

-Is it your ribs?

Oh, my God!

What the...?

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