That Feeling of Falling Doctors

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# You sit there in your heartache

# Waiting on some beautiful boy... #

HE SIGHS

# ..To save you from your old ways

# You play forgiveness

# Watch him now, here he come

# He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

# But he talks like a gentleman

# Like you imagined when you were young

# Can we climb this mountain?

# I don't know

# Higher now than ever before

# I know we can make it if we take it slow

# Let's make it easy

# Easy now, watch it go

# We're burning down the highway skyline

# On the back of a hurricane that started turning

# When you were young... #

I hadn't a clue where I was.

No, I can't remember much. I thought I must have dreamt it.

No, now I'm remembering.

Oh. How was... Did I...?

It was great, Al.

You were really great.

And now, look, breakfast in bed.

The perfect man!

And the perfect breakfast.

I love you.

-What?

-I just said that I love you.

And...

HE SIGHS

Oh.

I mean...thank you.

I mean...

You mean that this was all a big mistake?

I mean, let's just take it one step at a time, OK?

I didn't care about your eyebrows last night, did I?

Yeah, but you were really drunk last night.

No, I was just tipsy enough to let my guard down for once,

which is good. It was you who was really drunk.

Oh. I hope it didn't, you know, affect my performance.

I already told you, you were great.

I'm sorry, I'm just finding this all a little bit difficult to believe.

You know, that something this good could happen to someone like me.

Maybe you could extrapolate a little on how great I was?

-Are you all right down there?

-Oh, he's asleep. Let him sleep.

Do you need a hand getting up? Give us a hand...

-I blacked out. Fell over.

-Are you hurt?

No.

Has anything like this ever happened before?

-When did you last eat?

-It's not that.

Do you have low blood pressure, epilepsy, anything like that?

It's not epilepsy, it's booze.

-I'm Dr Khella from the Mill Health Centre.

-I'm all right now!

If you come with us, we can get you checked over.

I can't. Someone might be listening.

HE CHUCKLES

Definitely the booze.

Schoolgirl error there, Jas, jumping to the epilepsy diagnosis.

I only asked. And, anyway, epilepsy's under-diagnosed.

We have to be careful, because of the stigma.

But you can only give so much, Jas.

You can't be a bleeding heart for every tramp who's had a blackout.

Well, it's a good job I'm a bleeding heart,

otherwise, I'd never look beyond the surface with anyone, would I?

Oh, and there it is. See, I knew you had a problem with it.

With how I look.

It's not how you look, Al. It's how you can come across sometimes.

Patronising, uncaring, like you don't give a monkey's.

I do give a monkey's.

Honestly, I do.

It's just I'm...insecure.

Well, you'd better get over it then.

I will get over it. I can.

It's just...I have been waiting for so long

for something like this to happen and I just can't quite believe it.

-Um...

-What's the matter?

-Nothing.

I just think we should keep this quiet at work.

Why? Are you ashamed of me?

No, nothing like that. It's just early days.

This is hardly going to help my insecurity, is it?

Only you can help that, Al.

Look, wait here and have a rollie, OK? I'll see you later.

It'll be fun. Be our secret.

Get up to anything interesting last night, mate?

Absolutely nothing.

So, the smell of stale ale is your natural odour now, is it?

Could be my new aftershave.

Or the tramp I picked up.

I thought you were after a meaningful relationship?

No, no, an actual tramp on the street. He'd fallen over.

-Was he OK?

-No, he was just drunk.

We don't know that.

You saw him too?

Well, we discussed it.

Just now.

-Didn't we?

-Yeah, yeah. We discussed it, Jas.

But we disagreed.

I said it could have been epilepsy, but Al shouted me down.

I suppose he's right. We shouldn't take things too fast.

-Why, because of the stigma?

-I never said that.

Excuse me. I've got work to do.

I asked to see the nice doctor, but she's busy.

-Can I trust you?

-What happened to your nose?

-I fell over again.

Can I trust you?

To clean up your nose? I can't see why not.

Take a seat.

I didn't think you cared.

Not like that nice doctor.

Of course I care.

I'm nice too. I'm... I'm...

What?

Well, we're not supposed to treat patients

for problems that they haven't raised themselves.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning that I could be extra caring for you.

I could treat you from head to toe, from nits to bunions.

We could even send off some tests, find out what's causing your falls.

I don't know, um, I've just come to get cleaned up.

I'm prescribing a deep clean.

And, in the process, we might make that nice doctor happy.

What do you say?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Can I go now?

-Yeah, in a bit.

So, if I could get you to say

a few words to Dr Khella about how kind I've been,

then we'll pop you in that cab for those tests.

-A cab?

-Yeah. Out of my own pocket.

Because I care.

-Hat?

-May I re-introduce to you Mr Edgar Pugsley.

Oh, Mr Pugsley. You're looking much better.

He came in to see me especially, cos he felt that we had a connection.

I have given him a whole host...

What am I yabbering on for? He can tell you himself.

Dr Haskey...

Go on, Edgar, I can take it.

Dr Haskey, he's been very...

Oh, my...

Sorry. Sorry about that.

He's been very, very kind.

Just forget about it. Just clean yourself up.

-You know where the wipes are.

-Al, he's not a well man.

I know, that's why I'm getting him to hospital for some tests.

Look, stop it. Someone will see.

-What does it matter?

-Just... I'll deal with it myself.

Just leave it, please!

Why didn't you say you felt sick?

Last time I said something, that's when they got rid of me.

That's when they ruined me.

Who did? You can tell me, Edgar. I'm not going to say anything.

Frost Hydrochemicals.

The plant behind Brookers Meadow.

Yeah. Yeah, I know them.

I was the caretaker.

And I was there every night, using that water to mop up,

wash me hands, me face. They said it couldn't be that.

Said there's been no leakages. It was safe.

They said, "Oh, well, I must've been playing with something else."

You know they said they were going to sue me?

I should have just let 'em.

Couldn't be any worse off, could I? Look at me.

This nose, it's not just from the fall. I have nosebleeds every day.

Headaches, so bad.

Blackouts.

Edgar, calm it down a bit.

So, what, you're saying they cut corners,

and they've somehow contaminated you?

Hmm, what?

And then they've systematically set about ruining your life?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Cab's here.

Thank you. For the cab.

It's Dr Haskey again. About those tests...forget epilepsy.

Just test for...

Test for everything.

Karen.

Is there a way of doing a search, based on where patients work?

Well, you could do a street search, I suppose.

-What is it you're up to?

-Nothing, just wondered.

Ooh, you're full of secrets today, Al. Holding hands in the car park.

Never miss a trick, me.

You cannot let on to Jas that you know.

It's all rather delicate.

What's delicate? You and Jas?

-How do you know?

-Karen told me.

Although...I just don't know how you did it.

Nor do I, mate. And I'm worried that if she finds out,

I'll never get the chance of doing it again.

So, please, for my sake, keep it to yourselves.

I've got some important paperwork to do.

Al?

Nice hat.

Danke schoen.

Could I speak to Mr Fielding, please?

And these headaches coincided

with the summer you spent as a glue-sniffer?

Could I speak to Mr Harrington, please?

Oh? Oh, no, I'm terribly sorry to hear that.

Would you mind me asking,

was it a result of any falls he might have been experiencing?

Mrs Harrington?

TELEPHONE RINGS

Yeah, Dr Haskey. Edgar's tests results?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go on.

See? Abnormally high dosages in both his blood and urine sample.

It adds up. It backs up his story and there is no other explanation.

Apart from a huge conspiracy to cover up a dangerous leak

in the local water supply from an evil chemical conglomerate?

Exactly.

Why do I sense you're not taking this seriously?

The ramblings of a tramp, a woman who hung up on you...

-Yeah, but the test results...

-Are interesting.

But we need to slow down here.

No, we need to act fast, before someone else is killed.

We need to go and see this Mrs Harrington.

And you need to come along so you can talk to her,

see if you can get her to open up.

Then, I'll go the factory, I'll get some samples

and we will have proper, tangible proof.

We can't go sneaking off in the middle of work. It'll be obvious.

Are you really that ashamed of going out with me,

you're going to let this company get away with murder?!

Is everything all right in here? I heard shouting.

-It's OK, we're just...

-Discussing a patient.

Right, well, er, I'll leave you to it.

Ooh, are you planning to do a bit of damage with that, mate?

-Get back at Karen, maybe?

-What for?

Well, for letting everyone know

that you and Jas spent last night in the sack.

It's all right, mate, don't worry. I didn't believe her for a second.

I mean, no offence, Al, but come on, mismatch!

Mate! Emma just told me that you and Jas had a row. Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry. Jas' loss.

One day, she'll realise you were the best she ever had.

Oh, Jimmy.

Come on, let me take you out for lunch.

Buy you a drink, drown your sorrows.

My sorrows don't count for a hill of beans.

I've got work to do.

DOORBELL RINGS

Mrs Harrington? It's Dr Haskey.

I need to talk to you about your husband. It's important.

Is this some kind of a test?

What do you mean?

Are you with them? Frost?

Trying to see if I'll talk? Because I won't.

No, I'm Dr Haskey.

I seem to have forgotten my ID.

But I'm just here to help, Mrs Harrington.

When Roy found out he was dying, he left me...

..went off around the world.

The company paid for him.

They gave me a payout, too.

I thought that was very nice of them, caring.

As long as you signed the agreement not to take any action against them?

I didn't think much about it at the time.

I was too upset about losing Roy

and trying to build a new life for myself.

But then, last month...

What? What happened last month?

I was out in the garden, pruning the rhododendrons.

And I...suddenly I just fell over.

Blacked out, just like what happened to Roy.

Why didn't you come into the Mill?

I went to their doctor.

He said I was fine,

reminded me what I'd signed.

And you haven't said anything to anyone else?

What could I say?

I don't know anything.

And I'm so alone out here.

It's OK, Mrs Harrington. Please, don't cry.

I can help you, but you need to help me.

Another former employee came to see me, suffering from similar symptoms.

I believe they are brought on by exposure to poisonous chemicals,

chemicals like they have at Frost.

Did Roy work hands-on with chemicals there?

No. He was in accounts.

Then, Edgar was right.

There must have been some kind of leakage into the water system there,

which affected the factory and the surrounding area.

And now, you're ill too.

Edgar? The caretaker?

He was such a kind man.

Is he all right?

We have to do something.

We have to blow this whole thing wide open,

before someone else gets hurt.

But I signed the paper, I can't.

But you can.

HE COUGHS

Stay back, I mean it.

OK. Let's talk about this like grown-ups, eh?

Oh!

Good afternoon, Dr Haskey.

I'm Jacqueline Frost, Managing Director.

If you wanted to see me, you should have just made an appointment.

Well, I was hoping to meet you in court.

But now I suppose I can charge you with GBH, on top of everything else.

My staff took appropriate measures

against a suspected terrorist on site.

And, as to "everything else", I have no idea what you're referring to.

I'm referring to Roy and Teresa Harrington.

To Edgar Pugsley.

And to who knows how many other lives you've contaminated

with your chemicals and your cheap pipes.

You're very confident of yourself, making accusations, acting the hero.

-I'm just stating facts.

-But you're no hero, Dr Haskey.

Just a sad, lonely glob of a man.

No-one will listen to you.

No-one will care what you say or do. Go home.

I'll go home when you admit what you've done.

If no-one's going to listen to me, you might as well tell me.

I'm not going to fall for some cheap trick where you tape my confession.

And, besides, I've got your phone.

And your lunchbox of evidence.

Ooh, and your hat.

Would you like them back?

And that's what'll happen to you if you dare breathe a word about this.

You'll end up a gibbering wreck like Edgar, or a corpse like Roy,

unless you're a good boy and sign this agreement.

Well, I'm not averse to being bought off, if the price is right.

Oh, it's a little late to negotiate now, Dr Haskey.

You either sign right now

or have a little accident in the acid vat on your way out.

Such terrible things can happen to trespassers,

and we have no liability whatsoever.

OK, OK. You win.

Just tell me one thing.

How can you be so sure that you didn't contaminate yourself?

Bottled water. I'm not stupid.

Now, sign!

No-one's really a hero.

Maybe you're right.

But, then again, maybe you're not.

Maybe a sad, lonely glob of a man like me is your worst nightmare.

After all, what have I got to lose?

Stay back, or you'll end up like Edgar.

Go on. Go on!

I'll see you in court.

Oh.

Wait!

Let him run.

We can get him any time we choose.

And there's NOTHING he can do to us.

'And that's what'll happen to you if you breathe a word of this.

'You'll end up a gibbering wreck like Edgar,

'or a corpse like Roy.'

Never mess with a gadget geek, lady.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

How did you get in here?

I forgot my hat.

-Security!

-There's no need for that.

I'm going to have you arrested.

It's funny that you should say that.

Sergeant! We're ready when you are.

Now, if you don't mind, my hat.

I'll be out of here in no time.

And I'll still be rich and beautiful.

But you...you'll still be a glob with no girlfriend.

-That is not why I did this.

-Wasn't it?

-No.

I did this for Edgar

and all the other sad, lonely, little people in the world.

And you're not beautiful, Frost. Take her away.

Don't listen to her.

You did a smashing job.

Jas will be impressed.

-How do you know about me and Jas?

-Karen. Nice one.

Well, I'd better call her back,

so she can tell everyone what you've done.

No, please, Rob, don't. I don't want any fuss.

Really? Well, what about the TV crew?

-They're going to want to talk to you.

-No.

I just want to get back to work.

Oh, here it is.

A few moments ago, local hero Dr Al Haskey

has exposed the company's managing director, Jacqueline Frost,

blatant disregard for health and safety

resulting in one death and possibly more.

Well, who'd have thought?

That is healing nicely. That should be enough for now.

I'm sorry I took your phone, mate.

I had a feeling I'd need back up.

Ah, yeah, I thought that hug was a bit weird.

I'm glad it was for a good cause.

Can I have it back if the police have got the recording off it?

Ah. Well, you see, it was my phone that did the recording.

Yours was the one that got smashed. I'm sorry.

You're a real hero, mate, everyone should know that.

Jas knows, that's all that's important.

It might not make her love me,

but at least she knows now what kind of a man I really am.

Fair play to you, mate.

You know, at least there's one couple who've come together

through all this.

I couldn't stay in doing nothing, Dr Haskey.

I kept thinking about Edgar. Dr Clay told me where to find him.

And she found me, about to fall again. She caught me.

I'm really glad for you, Edgar. I'm happy for both of you.

Dr Khella, I'm sorry about earlier.

Whatever it is that you want, or that you don't want...

..it's fine by me.

Get back here.

What are you doing? Everyone's watching.

I want them to know what a brilliant man you are.

And that you're all mine.

Do you really mean it?

I've fallen for you, Al.

THEY WHISTLE

-Jas is one lucky lady.

-Big time!

-Yeah. Hip-hip...

-ALL: Hooray!

-Hip-hip...

-ALL: Hooray!

-Hip-hip...

-ALL: Hooray!

I don't think I've ever been this happy.

Oh, I think you could be even happier.

There's still a few minutes before afternoon surgery.

And a store cupboard just down the corridor.

Do you really love me?

I love you. I love you!

Even with this plaster on my nose.

Even when you're old and covered in hair and wrinkles and liver spots.

Promise me you'll never hurt me again.

(I promise.)

Come inside, my hero.

Watch out for the...

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'Good morning, it's Letherbridge FM!'

# ..Cover your skies

# And I hope it rains

# You're the perfect lullaby

# What kind of dream is this?

# You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

# Either way... #

Jas?

# ..I don't wanna wake up from

# The sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

# Either way, I don't wanna wake up from you... #

Don't get too comfy, I've got something planned.

A surprise.

You've never seen anything like it.

You've got a girlfriend?

I don't feel well!

The two of us, on a blanket,

bottle of bubbly, lovely food.

We could see meteors and fireworks.

BABY CRIES

Get off me!

Stop!

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