All Things Change Doctors

RADIO: 'New low, expected 180 miles west of Sole,

'985 by same time.

'The area forecast for the next 24 hours. Shannon expected...'

-REPEATING:

-'Area forecast for the next 24 hours.

-'Shannon expected Faeroes by midnight tonight.'

-'..becoming south or southwesterly.'

-Not now. Go away!

-'Gale or severe gale nine later,

-'perhaps storm ten, occasional rain.'

-'Gale or severe gale nine later, perhaps storm ten, occasional rain.'

Rain, rain, go away.

BANGING ON WALL

'German Bight southwesterly.'

BANGING CONTINUES

< Five to seven!

MUFFLED SPEECH FROM RADIO

Shh! See what you've done?

Leave me alone. Leave me alone!

SHIPPING FORECAST CONTINUES

MUFFLED SPEECH

< 'Poor, moderate, occasionally poor.'

La, la, la, la, la, la, la!

Go away! La, la, la, la, la, la, la!

MUFFLED SHIPPING FORECAST CONTINUES

No!

'In all areas except Trafalgar.'

No, I don't want to do that!

MUFFLED SPEECH CONTINUES

DOG PANTS

Oh...

No, get off!

What are you doing up here?

How did you get up here?

SHE GROANS

Alan, your breakfast's ready.

'Squirt into drain to disinfect and eliminate smells.'

Sit down, darling, your egg's done.

One-two. One-two, attention.

-Napkin.

-Napkin, attention.

Eat, don't play, Alan.

Eat, don't play. Eat, don't play.

Your radio was on too loud this morning.

Eat, don't play. Eat, don't play.

Alan, Mrs Mirza was banging on the wall again.

It's too loud, darling, and you were shouting.

-Alan, please, you must wear your headphones.

-Don't like them.

-They're the nice new ones.

-No.

Alan, I know the radio helps,

but we're going to have to turn it down, darling.

-We've got to keep the noise down.

-No.

-Alan, behave.

-I need it, I need my radio. Shush, shush!

I heard the bell. Well, hell, then I fell.

You just have to turn it down, Alan. Alan, Alan...

'It is recommended that we eat at least three servings of whole grain,

'45 grams, each day.'

-Now, come on, Alan, just give it to me.

-Not finished.

-Alan.

-No. No.

Shush. No, I can't. I've got... I've got to run...

It's time to go, time to go to the shops.

-I've got to go to the shops. Got to go.

-Alan...

I've got to go, it's time to go the shops. Ready, steady.

Oh, shoo! Oh, come on, Kevin. You've got time today.

You could go for a walk?

No way. This is your problem. Why's she dumped him with you anyway?

Funeral.

'Ah. How long have you got him for?'

Till the end of the day. I've got some food.

Ugh, it reeks. And how, when do I feed him?

'Is it half a tin? The whole tin? Two tins?'

How am I supposed to know?

Eurgh! It's horrible, he's all slobbery.

Do you talk about all the men in your life this way?

SHE LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY

I could always leave him in garden.

You've got the day off, take him to the park or something.

'Get to know each other. It'll help with your commitment issues.'

Ha-ha, thanks(!)

I've got to go. Have fun with the pooper scoop.

No, Kevin, wait...!

Ugh!

Are you awake?

Hmm?

My finger is a pen.

What am I writing? You've got to guess.

Oh, Karen, love.

It's an "I". I'll give you that one.

OK, so, what's the next one?

This is ridiculous. I don't know, "M"?

No! Come on, you've got to guess!

Look, this is my late start.

Yeah, but we're going home today and I'm thinking, OK,

let's go to breakfast, before work, and celebrate.

See? Yeah?

Karen, I really need to catch up on some sleep before my shift.

And I really need to go to breakfast.

HE SIGHS

You never want to do anything with me, do you?

I do.

You wouldn't pass up on a fishing trip.

That's not true.

I make all the suggestions. Line dancing, murder mystery.

Star-gazing.

At least I made the effort, and I apologised.

No, let's do it your way, OK? Let's never do anything, ever.

White sliced, straight back.

No ducks today, Alan.

No, no, no. Don't eat the bread.

Can I take my radio?

No, leave it here.

Here.

Stay warm now.

Where are you?

'I told you I wanted to go out for breakfast.'

Don't be daft.

'Thanks. Well, I've gone, anyway. Erm, cappuccino, please.'

What is all this about?

'Maybe you not knowing what it's about is what it's about.'

I haven't got time for this.

'Neither have I. You take me for granted, Rob.'

'Erm, cinnamon, please.'

Karen, I'm sorry I didn't go with you for breakfast.

Get back to ours for lunch and I'll cook us something.

"Get back to ours for lunch."

What a charming invitation(!)

'You know what I mean.'

I might do. I'll see how busy I am.

Stop, stop, stop.

Lovely blue skies, green grass, shiny water.

White sliced. Don't feed the ducks, mustn't stop.

Here, ducks. Hello, hello, hello, hello.

Oscar! Oscar! Stop, Oscar!

Argh! No! No, go away!

Sorry! Oscar!

Hold on! Take him back, take him back! No!

Sorry, hold on!

Hold on. Hold on tight. Bad dog!

Stupid dog! I'm really sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

Just breathe slowly.

Big dog.

It's all right, he's tied up. He won't hurt you.

Won't hurt you, won't hurt you.

Just count as you breathe. Slowly.

One, two, three.

One, one, one.

That's it. Good.

Good, good. One, one.

All tied up, he doesn't like it.

You're right. I'm Jas, by the way.

Jas, Jas. Alan, Alan.

Jas, Jas. Alan Harrill.

Hi, Alan.

Look, I'm a doctor at the Mill Surgery, it's not far from here.

Why don't you come with me and we can clean this up?

No, no doctor.

-Alan?

-What? No! What?

No! Go away! Not now.

-Look, Alan...

-I've got to get home.

-It's not a problem.

We should take a look at your wrist, it doesn't look great.

-It won't take long.

-No, not allowed!

I've got to get home. I've got to get home.

-Look, please, this is sort of my fault.

-No, my fault, my fault. Not doctor's.

Which way?

Um... Look, here.

No, no, got to go. No.

Why do you say that?

It's not true!

Good morning.

Is it?

Looking forward to going home?

It's disgusting! Nobody ever washes them properly.

SHE SIGHS

-Breakfast.

-Sorry?

Coffee and a croissant. You'd have thought I'd suggested Claridge's.

-Sounds nice.

-You see, you think so.

Some people prefer to sleep.

-Oh, Rob?

-He's got no imagination.

Oh, I don't know.

It's always me who puts in the effort, you know.

-He never thinks of anything.

-I'm sure...

I don't like being taken for granted. I'm not an idiot.

You think I'm being unreasonable?

-Well...

-What would you do?

-Well, I wouldn't...

-See! Exactly. Neither would I.

I mean, "Get back to ours for lunch." Get back to ours for nothing.

You're right. You're absolutely right, Heston.

Thanks ever so much for your help.

Don't mention it.

My husband has just been on the phone to the council.

Did you know you could have to pay a £5,000 fine?

And you could be evicted.

What? What do you mean? I don't understand.

How can they evict us?

I hope it will not come to that, Mrs Harrill.

But they can't, you're wrong.

This is a council property. They take this issue very seriously.

But we're not doing anything wrong.

You seem to be completely unaware of the problem you are causing other people.

We are tired, Mrs Harrill.

We have the right to a good night's sleep.

What are you doing, coming in on your day off?

Shouldn't you be fishing or sleeping?

I just bumped into a patient in the park, literally.

I'm a bit worried about him, he's really hurt himself.

Alan Harrill, 42.

Recently diagnosed with schizophrenia but refused treatment.

What? You're not going round there?

I have to.

But...

Oh, well. Bye now!

What? What?

Where is it?

-Don't interrupt.

-Alan?

Where is it?

I'm not listening. I'm not listening.

-Darling...

-I can't think. Go away, go away!

-Alan...

-In the drawer. What?

-Where is it?

-Alan...

Yes, thank you! No, thank you!

I had to take it, darling.

Breathe slowly.

One, one, one.

What happened to your wrist?

Fell. Fell like a bell. In the park.

Alan, what happened? You were a long time. Where's the shopping?

Lady doctor. In the park.

Yes, thank you. Not now. No, thank you.

-Who?

-Lady doctor, in the park.

HE YELLS

Go away!

I want my radio.

-What doctor, Alan?

-Radio, please.

No, Alan, I had to take it.

They could make us leave. It's too loud. Come on, now.

Here, read your book.

It's not good. It doesn't work.

You mustn't talk to people in the park, Alan.

Now, come on. Read out loud.

Go away. Go away!

I'll get your midday milk.

Er, hi. I'm Doctor Khella from the Mill Health Centre.

-May I come in?

-I'm busy.

Erm, is Alan at home?

It's just there was a bit of an accident in the park

with him and my dog.

Can I just see if he's OK?

He took quite a nasty fall.

I've bandaged up his wrist, he's fine. Thank you.

It's just I feel a bit responsible. I just wanted to see if he's OK?

He's having a nap right now, I'm sorry.

OK. Erm, I don't suppose...

My dog's in the car, could I possibly have some water for him?

PHONE BLEEPS

Thanks for this.

Lovely pictures. Brighton Pier?

I was brought up there.

Wow, great place to grow up.

Lots of fun for a teenager.

I worked. I worked on the pier.

-Here's your water.

-Thanks. What did you do?

I was a singer. Summer season. The Palace, it's gone now.

How glamorous. Do you still...?

No, not since Alan.

Oh, right, I understand.

You must miss it.

It's what you do, isn't it? I mean, it's what we did back then.

You can't have everything.

-I bet you were good.

-It didn't do me much good in the end, did it?

Not in real life.

Not when I found I was pregnant and having to bring up a son on my own.

Well, you don't have to do it on your own, not now.

You can get help, you can get support.

Can you?

Is Alan up there?

May I? Just for a minute?

I told you, he's sleeping. He needs his sleep.

I'm no doctor, but I know that much.

I'm sure he does, but I do think this is important.

And what about what I think is important? Does that count for anything?

You march in here, I don't think you have the right.

Mrs Harrill, I checked Alan's patient records.

I know he has learning difficulties,

and that last year he was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

I also know that he refused treatment.

Please? He seemed very unsettled in the park.

I just want to take a look at him, and then I'll leave.

Alan?

It's OK, Alan. I've left Oscar in the car.

Are you feeling sleepy?

-SLURRED:

-Sleepy in the car.

I just wanted to know how you are.

You feeling OK?

Feeling... tired.

Why don't you do your counting breathing for me, Alan.

Like we did in the park?

Breathe in, two, three.

Not now.

What is it, Alan?

They try to get in.

Who do?

Oh, he's been reading a book.

Erm, could you leave us alone for a moment, Mrs Harrill.

-I don't...

-Cup of tea would be nice.

They try to get in, but I say no.

Who do, Alan? Who try to get in?

The radio makes the voices go away.

It's OK, Alan.

I'll get you some help.

We'll get some help.

HEAVY ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

GENTLE MELODY PLAYS

# I've got you

# Under my skin... #

Milk and sugar?

-Mrs Harrill?

-Biscuit?

No, thanks.

Not much of a selection, I'm afraid. Alan's had all the best ones.

Mrs Harrill, Alan's not well.

He's having a tricky day, but he'll be fine.

I think it's more serious than that.

Has anything happened since this morning?

What do you mean?

Well, he's slurring his words. Has he taken anything?

He's tired, that's all. He always has a midday nap.

Has he had any medication?

What are you insinuating?

His pupils are dilated. He's confused.

He's fine. I'll take care of him.

I think we need to get him to hospital. He needs specialist help.

Specialist? Oh, we've seen specialists before.

When he was 11, they wanted to put him in a home,

said he had learning difficulties.

Last year they wanted to take him in again because of the schizophrenia.

I told him, "Alan, you say no. We'll manage this ourselves."

Things have changed.

You could cope with his learning difficulties,

but now there are the voices. Look, I understand...

Oh, no. No, you don't.

I gave up everything. He doesn't need to go to a hospital, he needs me.

Codeine can be addictive.

It's for his nap. It helps him sleep.

Used in the wrong way, it's powerful psychoactive drug, Mrs Harrill, did you know that?

Sedating him and keeping him in his room isn't what Alan needs.

Shouldn't you be doing what's best for Alan?

Do you think it's easy? 42 years? 42 years of looking after him?

-You've no idea.

-Mrs Harrill...

Well, go on, take him then! Take him to your specialist.

I'm just his mother, why would he need me?

In 42 years he's never hugged me, never put his arms around me.

Never told me he's loved me. Go on, take him!

I don't know what to do with him any more!

HE SIGHS

I'm his mother, but I could be anyone.

He doesn't really need me, does he?

Of course he does. He'll always need you.

I'm a stranger to him.

He loves you, you're his mother.

But you can't do this on your own any more.

You given up a lot for him. You've done an amazing job.

But now you need to ask for help.

If only I could.

Of course you can.

It's time to start thinking of yourself now, as well.

BANGING FROM UPSTAIRS

Gale or severe gale nine later, perhaps storm ten.

-Alan!

-Occasional rain.

Breathe in, two, three.

-Out, two, three.

-Alan? Alan!

German Bight southwesterly five to seven.

Moderate, occasionally poor.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

< Please, open this door.

< Can you hear me?

Alan?

Alan, are you all right?

Alan, answer me!

< I need you to open the door.

Go away.

Go away!

< Alan, answer me!

You don't want me. >

What?

You don't want me. I heard you. >

Oh, Alan!

I didn't mean it, darling. I was upset.

I'm going to sleep. >

What? What do you mean, Alan?

I'm taking the pills. >

I'm going away a long time. >

You don't want me. >

Alan, it's Jas.

Please, open the door so we can talk about this.

I didn't mean any of those things, darling.

I... I'll give you your radio if you come out. Alan, please.

I promise. I love you, darling.

Please, open the door.

Are these all of the tablets, Alan?

Was it just these?

It's OK, you can tell me.

I had these. One, two, three of them.

I'll let the paramedics know, but he should be OK.

Alan, why?

The voices told me.

They tell things. They shout so loud.

Radio makes the voices go away.

Alan...

..you'll have to go to hospital.

But you said... You always said you and me, always.

I don't want to go.

I'm sorry, darling. I was wrong. I...

I can't manage on my own. I can't do it.

The doctors will help you. They'll take the voices away.

You said no doctors. We don't trust them.

Do you trust me, Alan?

I don't trust your dog.

But you trust me?

You'll be all right, they'll help you and I'll come and see you,

-and you'll be home soon. He will, won't he?

-Yes.

Can I bring my radio?

-Will he be all right?

-He's in good hands.

R24 model, mains or battery. Power output, 750.

Mum? Mum?

-I'm here, darling.

-Where will I plug it in?

They'll show you, and you've got batteries, darling.

Three transistors, 13 diodes.

I need you to be good now.

I love you.

Are you all right?

My son was ill.

-I'm sorry?

-He heard voices. That's why he his radio was on.

Oh, I... I didn't know.

It was to drown out his voices.

I'm sorry.

Please, come to my house for some tea and let's talk.

I need to go with him.

I don't know what to do without him.

Don't worry, he'll be all right.

I can't lose him.

See to your son now.

There'll be a pot of tea waiting for you at mine when you get back.

What's this?

Your lunch.

Thanks, but...

that's not going to fix it, Rob.

A flower and some Tupperware. Too little, too late.

Rob!

Rob, sorry!

I don't get it, Karen. I just don't get it.

I don't know what you want any more.

I'm sorry.

I mean, you've got me jumping through bloody hoops

and I still can't please you.

I took you to that hotel in January!

I know, and I'm sorry.

And thank you for my lunch.

Looks lovely.

Yeah, well.

I expect it's cold now.

It looks delicious. Thank you.

No.

No, you're right.

I do take you for granted.

I should make more of an effort.

-Turn around.

-What?

What are you doing, Karen?

Was that an "S"?

I'll spell the rest later.

SHE GIGGLES

Night-night, night-night.

Don't let the bedbugs bite. Don't let them.

Night-night, Alan.

-Big lights, white bed, Mum.

-Yes.

Radio on, quietly, quietly.

-Headphones.

-Good boy, Alan. I'll see you tomorrow.

-Night, Mum.

Mum?

Yes.

Stay warm, now.

Love you.

I will.

Thank you.

Normally, beautiful women float around like they're some sort of superior life form.

-Doctor Clay, I presume?

-Yeah. How did you, er...?

Why do you have to plan everything? You need to learn to relax.

When was the last time you did something naughty?

Embrace life's wonderful chaos!

-Oh!

-If you're lucky, I'll try them on for you later.

I've got a better idea. Come back to mine.

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