Fox on the Run Doctors

MUSIC: "Ho Hey" by The Lumineers

-# Ho!

-I've been trying to do it right

-# Hey!

-I've been living a lonely life

-# Ho!

-I've been sleeping here instead

-# Hey!

-I've been sleeping in my bed... #

All right, mate?

Feeling a bit rough?

-Got any money?

-Yeah, mate, I'm loaded(!) Can't you tell?

Hi. Er...Howard wants a meeting about the COPD budget.

-I told him lunchtime.

-I'm busy. Sorry.

Doing what?

Writing my letter of resignation.

Oh. That again. You actually going to follow through this time

or is this just another threat?

SHE SIGHS

So then it all starts kicking off with the Feds, and I'm like,

"Yeah, bring it on, large portions!"

-Only I had this bad knee...

-Hang on a minute.

-What's up?

-Ssh!

Are you all right?

-Just wait here, will you?

-What if someone comes?

-Well, just whistle or something, yeah?

-I can't whistle.

Mmm.

-We haven't got anything yet.

-I don't want to hear it!

Just give me a call when they're in situ.

Leave!

Dr Reid!

-Morning!

-I need to borrow you for a couple of hours. McKinnon case.

-Well, that's next week, isn't it?

-I need the court notes today.

Right, er... 12 o'clock?

How about now?

-Terry. Any sign yet?

-No.

HE BEATBOXES TO HIMSELF

(Oh, what!)

Hello?

All right, Mum?

How's it going?

You little...

So, on the 12th, I've got finger marks on the left arm,

-bruises to the side of the face.

-Mm-hm, both sides.

So she couldn't have walked into a door, then?

Not unless she did it twice.

Nasty little swine.

Do you think she'll give evidence?

We're working on it.

Do you think I'm lying too?

It's none of my business.

But you must have an opinion?

No, not really.

Well, you know Dave, don't you?

Vaguely.

OK, the last time I saw her was on the 21st

with puncture wounds to the thigh, probably made with a fork.

Police were here yesterday.

And?

How did you get out?

-Wasn't that hard.

-Well, it must've been quite difficult.

Mum, it's Young Offenders. Not Alcatraz.

But then, you wouldn't know that, would you?

Where are you staying?

How's Jeff?

He moved out two months ago. Oh, just leave it, will you?

-I just needed some money. (LAUGHING)

-Really?

Well, there's a surprise.

-10, 20 quid, that's all.

-What for? As if I didn't know.

Methadone, OK? It's what they've got me on in there.

-Well, you best go back and get some.

-I'm never going back.

-Don't talk silly.

-I'm going to get the fare together, go down south.

-How?

-I don't care. Beg if I have to.

Well, it's no use begging me. I'm finished.

There's not one penny more.

Mum, look at me.

-Then go and see a doctor.

-How can I?

They'll want to know my name, won't they?

A tenner, that's all.

Please!

-Right, that's it!

-All right, all right.

-You'll never learn, will you?

-Breaking in here, frightening the life out of me.

-Mum, don't.

It's not fair, Owen!

Yes, police, please.

How did you get on?

Where you going?

SHE SWITCHES THE PHONE OFF

SHE SIGHS

Morning, morning! Well...

How's the day panning out for everyone? Zara?

Thrilling!

-Daniel?

-Too soon to tell.

-Well, just had a phone call.

-Really?

Yes, very exciting news.

Good for you.

It is good for me, actually. Yeah, very good news.

Well, are you going to keep us in suspense?

Well, as it happens, yes.

I'll let you all know officially when the time is right.

-You're not resigning again, are you?

-Ha-ha. Nothing that dramatic.

Well, that's a relief!

No, this is about new horizons.

-Going on holiday, are you?

-Not exactly.

All in good time.

So, we still on for our lunch meeting?

Bit of a problem. Zara's busy.

-Oh?

-Yeah, some personal business.

-All right, Daniel!

-You two, er...?

-Yes, we are.

-No!

Well, we can reschedule. I'll email you.

Things to do!

TEASPOON RATTLES

HE SLAMS IT DOWN

Didn't know this was here. Did you?

Er...good morning.

What's wrong with you, then?

I need to see the doctor.

What is your name?

-Ryan.

-Is that right?

Is that your Christian name or your last name?

Ryan...Jeffries.

-I knew another dude called Ryan. Think he's dead now.

-Mickey!

Just go!

Er...this young man would like to see you, Dr Tyler.

OK, come on through.

Thanks.

Er...Miss Jones, Miss Thomas...

What's the problem?

Nothing. I, um...

I just need some...meth.

How long you been a user?

Couple of years. But I've been off the smack for ages.

-Where you getting your methadone from, then?

-Different places.

-Age?

-18.

-Address?

-Just staying with mates, you know.

-Whereabouts?

-What's it matter?

-I need to know where you live, mate.

Fine.

On the pavement outside Wonderbuys, OK?

-What's your dosage?

-60 mils.

-That's pretty low.

-I swear, if it was just me, I'd be off it by now.

But they want to keep you on it, don't they? Keep you quiet.

Who does?

-Come on, mate, You can talk to me. I'm not the police.

-Who said I were worried about the police?

-Well, you're worried about something.

-Yeah!

Getting some meth and getting out of here.

HE WINCES Agh!

-What's wrong?

-Nothing.

-Let's have a look.

-I'm fine!

-Is it your ribs?

-Oh, my God!

-What the...?!

-WOMEN SHOUT

-What's going on?

-He has just taken her purse!

-Oh, for...

-You know him, right?

-No, wait!

-Yes, police, please!

Er...yes, there's been a robbery.

Letherbridge Campus Surgery.

-Until when?

-21.50.

-Alcohol?

-On her clothes, but none in her blood.

-Good.

-Right, well, if there's anything else...

I don't believe this!

The sneaky, little...

Look what he's written! His profile page!

"Another wild night with sexy Sonia!"

-Don't you think we're a bit old for this?

-How disgusting is that?!

-Really, this is between the two of you.

-And the rest of the entire world!

Without even telling me!

Where's the consent in that, eh?

-I don't believe you!

-Right, what we got?

-What did you do that for?

-Well, you wanted some money, didn't you?

Oh, I couldn't help it. It was just right there in front of me!

I was this close to getting some meth!

Is that right?

This close!

Well, here y'are! 30 quid. That will do, won't it?

-Where you going to get it from?

-I've got a mate.

And I'll get us some beers in, eh? 30 quid! What a result, eh?

I knew those boys were up to no good the moment they walked in.

-How's that, then?

-Everything about them.

I should have thrown them out on their ear!

Oh, that poor girl. She is devastated.

HE DIALS A NUMBER, MRS TEMBE SIGHS

Oh, yeah.

PHONE RINGS

'Hi. I'm calling from Letherbridge Campus Surgery. It's Dr Tyler.

-'A patient's just left his jacket behind.'

-Right.

Yeah, he's a young lad. About 18? I found your number in his pocket.

It's a blue hoody?

Yeah, that's my son probably.

-And your name is?

-I don't see how that matters.

Er, well, I'd like to talk to him again, if that's possible.

Well, I'm afraid I won't be seeing him.

'Only he may need hospital treatment.'

I'm sorry. He doesn't live here any more.

No, I know, but it could be quite serious.

Look, he's made his bed.

'Yeah, on the pavement, apparently, outside Wonderbuys!'

-So if you do get hold of him again...

-Um...

Yeah, er...thanks.

HE SIGHS

All right, look. About Dave Cartwright.

I just don't think it's my place to take sides, that's all.

-No?

-Well, of course not, especially as I was involved in the case.

-I think it's a bit late for that now.

-Sorry?

Just how stupid do you think I am?

Still got a soft spot for him, have you, after all these years?

-What?

-Or maybe you just never tried saying no to him.

What are you talking about?!

Look what else he's written if you go back a few weeks.

"Ran into an old flame, Emma Reid. Looking as hot as ever."

Kept that one quiet, didn't you?

GASPING

Right, just wait here and I'll sort it, yeah?

You're looking terrible, mate. Really bad!

Just get a move on, will you?

GASPS OF PAIN

Hey, um, how about this?

And I think I know what you're going to say already, because

-it's a little left-field.

-Daniel, I really wouldn't even bother.

I gave Oliver a ring. Just on the off-chance.

Oliver being?

You know very well who. My Oliver.

And he said that he thinks there may be certain...historical factors,

traits, that we have in common.

Such as?

Lone parents. Obsessive behaviour...

-So?

-So there may be certain pathologies that we both share.

Fears, aversions, blocking us from finding a way through this.

You think so?

-It's just something he thought that we could explore.

-Together?

You'll really like him, OK? He's great and he's helped me so much.

-Yes, I know.

-So all it is is a question of trusting him.

OK? See if we can find a breakthrough.

After all, what have we got to lose?

I suppose I do have a couple of hang-ups.

Right, don't we all?

-Not phobias. Just...quirks, I guess.

-Right.

Like that one little aversion. You know, that thing I really hate?

-No, what's that?

-Therapists. Counsellors. Shrinks!

In any way, shape or form!

The very idea! I would rather stick pins in my eyes.

Thank you very much!

Mum, don't even start.

-Is this where you've been sleeping?

-Why, have you brought the cops?

No. The doctor rang, said you needed to go to hospital.

Yeah, right, and go straight back inside.

-Well, it can't be any worse than out here.

-How would you know?

Look...I would've visited you, you know I would,

-if you'd wanted me to.

-Great, yeah!

Could have brought ol' Jeff with you. He'd have loved it!

Have any idea how hard that was?

-To have to do that to my own son?

-Yeah, yeah!

It was for your own good. You must know that.

-Oh, look, love, you've only got three months to go.

-And the rest!

I mean, they're bound to go easier on you

-if you just hand yourself in.

-I can't.

Well, they're going to find you sooner or later anyway.

I just can't! OK?

Seen this?

Oh, you!

What? Owen. No, no, you're wrong.

-Nice one, Mum!

-No, no, you're wrong!

-All come flooding back now, has it?

-It all happened a long time ago.

Still...not exactly impartial, though, are you?

Do you honestly think that I would turn a blind eye

if I thought he was that kind of man?

And what kind of man is he, then? You tell me.

Well, the last time I saw you, you seemed fine,

so it is a little hard for me to understand.

So that's it, then? I'm some crazy woman!

And he's all sweetness and light? The perfect gentleman!

That's not what I'm saying.

No, you won't be, believe me,

by the time your little secret gets round the whole station.

PANTING

-Here you go.

-No, you're all right.

-Where's the gear, then?

-What?

-I'm rattling here, mate.

Oh, yeah, Frank's doing it, look!

No, that's not good, I want methadone.

-That's all he's got.

-Well, I don't want smack, do I?

I've paid him now.

-You've spent all the money?

-Well, yeah, on these.

Every penny?

Oh, you stupid, dozy little prat!

Not even you could be that thick!

-You idiot!

-I was trying to help you out.

I need meth, you...!

-I'm dying here!

-I'm sorry, mate.

Do you want it or not?

Just have it, why don't you? It'll sort you out.

Aw, mate...

I'll see you later, then, yeah?

You're not going to believe this.

Daniel thinks that we should both go and see his therapist.

Ever heard of anything more ridiculous?

Might not be such a bad idea.

I'm sorry?

Might be worth a try.

Oh, well, you WOULD say that.

I just think it could work.

What, because we're both so dysfunctional?

Has done for me in the past.

Yeah, well, I suppose it does work for some people.

But it wouldn't work for you, because you're so special?

No, I'm just a normal, rational person,

-who doesn't need to have...

-HE LAUGHS

-What's so hilarious?

-You're normal?

-Of course I am.

-Rational?

SHE SIGHS LOUDLY

-Oh, they are so frustrating!

-Who?

Er, the police. They say they will keep us informed.

-I will call them back.

-No, just wait.

-But they told us to contact them...

-No! Just leave it.

All right, mate. Come on, come on. Take it easy.

So what's your real name, anyway?

What's it matter?

Mate, I need to know.

Look...

I'm just junkie scum, mate.

Living on the street and dodging coppers.

Why's that, then?

Because I'm an idiot.

So how come you started on the smack?

No reason. Tried loads of stuff and that just sort of...stuck.

Yeah. It does.

Telling you, I was this close to taking a hit.

Just now. It were there, right in front of me.

You did well, then.

So am I getting some meth, then?

-Let's have a look at those ribs.

-What for?

-Come on.

-Bit of a scrap, that's all.

-Looks more like a kicking in to me.

Do you find it hard to breathe?

-When did it happen?

-The weekend.

-Where?

-Young Offenders Unit.

You're going to need X-rays and a scan.

-You might have internal injuries.

-They'll want to know who I am.

-Mate, you could die.

-Yeah? Well, as long as I don't die in there!

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yes?!

Dr Tyler, a Mrs Mansfield is here.

-What?!

-His mother.

-No, wait.

-Oh, she's brought the cops!

-Just wait, will you?

-Come on, then, where are they?

-The boys in blue!

-Love, I didn't even know you were here!

-Owen, please...

-Get off of me!

Just five minutes, OK? No police, I promise.

Then you'll get what you want.

OK?

LAUGHTER

-Where've you got that from?

-Wouldn't you like to know?

What's that, then?

Well, come on, lads, share the joke.

"A Rottweiler on a roundabout"?

Come on, lads, you can do better than that.

So you were in for drugs, yeah?

Ask her. She put me in there. She shopped me.

He was either flaked out in his room all day or out stealing.

His dad had left. I didn't know what to do.

Yeah, cos she were drunk half the time.

Then I started another relationship.

With a complete waste, man.

And Jeff could see what it was doing to me.

And I thought, "Well," you know, "at least he'd be away from the drugs."

Yeah, right!

And supervised.

It's just a bin!

It's where they put all the garbage and the rubbish nobody wants.

-Like me.

-Don't talk about yourself like that.

All the scum. The vermin!

-Owen, you're still my son.

-Am I?!

So who did that to you? Cos it looks like it was more than one of them.

Yeah...

They're like dogs, mate.

Inmates? Or officers?

They don't give a toss! They just leave you to it.

So why the kicking?

Dunno, ask them.

But no marks on your face.

Well, they didn't want to get blood on them, did they?

Not my blood anyway.

Why not?

Owen, will you just talk to us?

Because I'm HIV, all right?!

They test you, when you go in.

All the junkies.

Why didn't you tell me?

What? So you can say, "I told you so"?

-I'd never have said that.

-Yeah? Well, he would!

I tried to keep it quiet, didn't I? But...

I don't know, I panicked.

Spilled my guts to this guy I was sharing with.

Next thing, he starts banging on the door, screaming to get out.

After that...I never got any peace.

They just kept on and on at me!

I thought they were going to kill me!

So I had to get away.

But I still needed the meth, didn't I?

I think that's why they keep you on it, to be honest.

It's like... you've still got the cuffs on.

-SHE SOBS

-Owen... Come here, love.

All right, all right.

What?

I'll do it. You win, OK? But for Joe's sake.

-Not yours. And certainly not mine.

-Fine. Thank you.

But not your therapist, don't even try it.

-Why not? He's perfect for us.

-Yes!

No doubt you've told him all about me - the Wicked Witch of the West!

-I haven't said...

-Hours and hours crying on his shoulder

-about how bitter and twisted and neurotic

-I

-am!

Zara, not everything in the world is about you!

-One session on neutral ground, that's all.

-Wha...?

-Uh, uh...

Once.

All the beatings happened inside, then?

On a regular basis, apparently.

Any way of getting him moved?

Hmm.

Why didn't they tell me?

He's over 18.

But with something so terrible...

Mrs Mansfield, it's not like it's 20 years ago. It can be treated.

-He's a strong kid.

-Is he?

He stayed off the heroin, didn't he?

He's right, though.

-It's all my fault, isn't it?

-Of course not.

I was feeling so sorry for myself, on my own.

I just left it too late.

Well, it's not always that easy.

I judged him, when I should've been helping him.

I'm sure you did your best.

Did I? Look at him.

He's the only son I've got, and I've lost him!

No. I think you've just got him back.

-Look... I don't like seeing my name on there either.

-Oh?!

And I can understand why you were so upset.

To put it mildly.

I'm sorry, I should've taken it more seriously.

It's funny, though, eh?

How people see things differently when it applies to them?

He was never like that with me. And if he had been, even for a second,

-I would never...

-So you're not just trying to protect him?

-Why would I?

-Your old flame?

-I wouldn't do that.

People change.

How do you feel about your relationship?

Well, I think I can get them back.

I have to get them back.

-Zara!

-I will not have my family made into the problem here.

Please, OK? This is our life. One day - that was the deal.

Get a grip and sort it out!

Yes, he got caught putting it where he shouldn't,

but does he deserve to lose everything?

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