Parent Trap Doctors

SHE GROANS

SHE WHIMPERS

Oh, God!

SHE SHOUTS

Oi!

Get away!

Thought you said you weren't going to be long!

Well?

What are we going to do?

-Nothing.

-What?

I was thinking we could keep her there like that.

DISTANT KNOCKING

-Forever?

-No, Tom, not forever!

-MUFFLED:

-Kezia? Tommy? Get up here now!

Just long enough for her to stop.

-For good.

-No way!

Why not? We'll look after her.

And when she's better, we'll let her go again.

She's going to be really mad.

No change there, then.

-KNOCKING CONTINUES

-How long?

-Kezia!

-However long it takes.

Yeah, cheers! Thanks for that!

What? You're just going to walk away?

Ha! You're just going to ignore me?

Great! Cheers, then!

Kezia! Tommy!

Get up here now.

Don't you ignore me! I said get up here now!

Please, Kezia! My stomach hurts.

Look, love, just untie me and we'll pretend this didn't happen, yeah?

SHE SCREAMS

Let me go!

"Anxiety, confusion, depression...

"Di...di-ar..."

Diarrhoea.

"Gastro in-test-in-al disease, hyper-tension..."

I don't know what this means!

It means we're going to need help. You should get to school.

What? No! Anyway, it's nearly end of term.

Your teachers will get suspicious. Do you want them coming round here?

What about my bruises? Won't that get them suspicious?

Anyway, you're never in school.

Forged a letter saying I had glandular fever.

Someone had to look after Mum.

Please?

OK, one day off. But promise you'll stay indoors.

-I'm going into town.

-What for?

Like I said, we're going to need help.

Let me go!

Oi! What are you doing?

Stop it!

-You all right, mate? Who did this to you?

-Kids.

-Idiots. Here, let me help.

-Get off me!

-OK. I'm a doctor. I just...

-I don't want you anywhere near me!

-Fine! But you should report whoever hurt you to the...

-Dr Clay!

I want to see a doctor as soon as possible.

-Are you registered with us?

-No. I'm at the university.

Just never got round to registering before.

You students get younger and younger every year. Name?

Sarah. Sarah Whitting.

Welcome to Letherbridge, Sarah Whitting.

Dr Clay, I presume? Roger Lovett, new sergeant on the block.

Ah. That's...

-I hate to be a stickler, but you are a little late.

-Yeah, sorry.

Yeah. Been waiting for you.

We've got a burglar out here with the collywobbles.

All right, be right there. It's been a bit of a morning.

Ah, yeah. Say no more! We've all got issues in our personal lives.

But if I was late every time I had a bust-up with the ex-wife...

No, no. There wasn't a personal thing.

I had a thing with a guy in the park.

He knocked me over when I was running.

Ah fitness fanatic, eh? Good for you!

-Still, a minor collision?

-Well, if you must know,

I passed him on the way back and he was in his campervan so...

-Oh, Douglas!

-What? You know him?

Yeah, Douglas and I, we're like Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty!

Have you ever tried to remove somebody from a mobile home

-on council-owned land?

-Can't say I have. No.

He knows all the loopholes. Used to be a solicitor.

Can't you just impound his van?

That wouldn't be due process, Dr Clay.

And without due process, we'd be nothing more than amoeba!

Anyway, let's draw a line under it, shall we?

But if you could be more punctual,

that would help the station run like clockwork.

Of course, any future tardiness...

For goodness sake, I was only a few minutes late!

I've spent more time sitting listening to you.

-I just want to get on with my job, you know.

-Very well.

Stomach cramps, too. Insomnia.

And I've been sick.

How often?

Loads. Usually at night.

Are you thirsty too, a lot?

Yeah! She's... I'm always thirsty.

Sarah, why haven't you gone to see a doctor before?

This confidential?

Absolutely.

I drink.

Alcohol.

That's not unusual. How much?

Dunno. A couple of bottles of wine, some spirits.

-Every week?

-Every day.

For how long?

Dunno. About three years?

Well, it's really good that you're being honest.

-You're 18, right?

-Yeah.

-So when...

-Thing is, I've just stopped.

So it must be the detox, right?

I read about it online. Can you give me something?

-Yes, possibly.

-Good!

No. What I mean is, we can help you to manage the detox.

-But really I should refer you to...

-No. I'm not going to some clinic.

OK.

But before I can prescribe anything,

I'm going to have to do some tests.

She wanted to do some tests.

What tests?

She wanted to take blood.

And she asked for a urine sample!

Well, couldn't you do it?

I don't drink, do I? They'd know I was lying!

DISTANT YELLING

Let me go!

Maybe you were right. We should let her go.

-KNOCKING AND YELLING

-Let me go!

She been like this the whole time?

It'll be OK, I promise.

I'll think of something.

Ah! Mr Beacon, we meet again!

Here to tell me you've finally complied with the enforcement order?

Never received one. You'll have to send me another copy.

Clever, clever! So what can we do for you?

I want to report an assault.

Right, you'd better come in, then.

-Yeah?

-Douglas has made a complaint of assault.

Oh, good. Has he given you a decent description?

Oh, he did more than that, Dr Clay. He gave us a name.

-Yeah?

-He said it was you.

What? You are joking, yeah?

I rarely joke, Dr Clay. Especially about beating up the homeless.

Why are you doing this?

You're not serious, are you?

If you need help, let me know.

If not, I'll be back for it in ten minutes.

Please, sweetheart! Whatever I did last night, whatever I said...

Oh, don't waste your energy, Mum! You're going to need it.

But I'm sick.

Too right you're sick! Spending Tom's birthday money on booze?

He's started wetting the bed again, did you know that?

It's just a couple of drinks.

I'll stop, I promise.

BITCH!

Use the bowl while you can, Mum.

I'm not cleaning up after you any more.

So, you said you had "a run-in" with the victim earlier this morning.

What did you mean exactly?

Well, I may have shouted at him. He knocked me over!

He said you ran into him.

-No, no, no. He knocked into me.

-And that made you angry?

I tried to help him! He was in the car park.

-He'd been attacked by some kids.

-Hmm, you said.

Do you have a description of any of these kids?

No, cos they'd run off.

Presumably you reported the incident?

No, I said, I didn't actually see it happen.

-And I thought he'd report it.

-You're a police surgeon

and you didn't report a serious assault on a member of the public?

No, he didn't want me to help.

Look, he's making this up!

OK. But why would he blame you?

Well, I don't know!

You're the Sherlock Holmes, why don't you tell me?

-No need to lose your temper, Dr Clay.

-I've had enough of this.

Very well.

Dr Clay, I'm arresting you on suspicion of assault.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention, when questioned, something you may later rely on in court.

Anything you do say will be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

I know this is difficult.

It's not that. I'm just really scared of needles.

But I brought you this.

Right, let's have a look at this, shall we?

We can leave the blood tests until later.

Is there anyone that can be helping you through all this?

Some family members, maybe?

It's my family that got me into this mess.

Look, don't worry. I'm going to help you.

Thank you. You're really kind.

Don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to maintain.

Right.

What's wrong?

Well, according to this, there's haemoglobin in your urine.

-What does that mean?

-It depends.

But it can be a sign of severe renal disease.

-That sounds...

-Serious? It is.

And highly unusual in someone who looks as healthy as you do.

So, what's going on, Sarah?

You need to trust me.

I can't help you unless you're going to be completely honest.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-What?

Dr Carmichael...

Can you just give us a moment, please, Mrs Tembe?

It is rather urgent.

Right. Wait here.

Tommy, darling! Come in here!

Mummy wants to talk to you!

Come in.

It's all right, come in.

I'm not angry.

I just want to have a chat.

Tommy, darling, I need you to do something for me.

Kezia's out, isn't she?

I need you to untie me.

Please! I love you.

You have to let me go. Mummy's really ill.

You shouldn't drink so much.

I only drink because of...

It doesn't matter.

I'm going to stop.

So you can let me go now, yeah?

Kezia told me not to.

The thing is, sweetheart, is that Kezia wants me to be in pain.

-She doesn't.

-Yes, she does!

She hates me.

And I don't blame her.

But you don't hate me, do you?

No.

Come on.

Come on. Untie me.

That's it. Come over here. That's a good boy.

Oh, you've hurt yourself! How have you done that?

You did it.

Don't say that! I'd never do that.

You fell over last night.

You fell onto me and I hit my head against the wall.

Oh, sweetheart!

I'm so sorry!

I sh... I shouldn't be talking to you.

Don't go!

I'm so sorry! Don't go!

Tommy!

My name's Tom.

Tom!

Now this accommodation block, it closed a year ago.

So I called the university registrar.

Now, he has no record of a Sarah Whitting.

Look, I'm sure it was an honest mistake.

-Leave it with me.

-I would hate to think that...

I will deal with it, Mrs Tembe.

Fine. Fine!

Sarah?

Sarah?

-Stop, Sarah!

-Leave me alone.

Look.

Whoever the real patient is, they're seriously ill.

You're not in any trouble. I'm just trying to help you.

If this patient doesn't get treated, their life could be in danger.

So what's going on?

Sarah?

My name's not Sarah.

You couldn't just keep this between us, could you?

-Do you know how long I've worked here?

-Standard procedure.

You're a petty little man.

Calm down, Dr Clay. I'm merely doing my job.

Can't I just speak to Douglas?

Oh, no, that would be most irregular.

Anyway, he's gone back to his mobile dwelling.

Hollins, then? Rob Hollins.

-Come on. He'll tell you what a fool you're being.

-No. He's in court.

I think you should just wait in there, don't you?

KEYS RATTLE

Who's she?

A doctor. How's Mum?

Well, she was crying for ages. But she's stopped now.

It's your mother?

Wait here!

How did you do that?

Fell over. Playing football.

-What's going on?

-You don't understand. We had to!

-Get away from her. What's her name?

-Rosie.

Rosie? I'm a doctor.

-Can you hear me?

-SHE MURMURS

How long has she been like this?

Since about 2am. She was crashing around in here and then she fell.

I meant the fever.

Erm, I don't know. A couple of hours.

I thought you said it was just the withdrawals.

-Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance.

-No, you can't!

-You promised nobody else would be involved!

-Give that back.

They'll take us away!

Your mother could die. Give me the phone!

I don't want her to die.

Kezia, please.

Hello? Yes, this is Dr Zara Carmichael.

I'm a partner at the Mill Health Centre.

You'll be pleased to know you can go home.

-He dropped the charges?

-No.

DCI Driver has agreed to release you pending further investigations.

-I don't believe this!

-Following which, you'll be told

whether or not you'll face formal charges.

What? I could lose everything! I could be struck off!

We must take Mr Beacon's allegations seriously, like any others.

Mr Beacon? Beacon...

All right, son?

You'll never guess who I bumped into.

I've got her some pyjamas and clean clothes, and a toothbrush.

-Is there anything else I need?

-No, I'm sure that's going to be fine.

-Something's wrong! Something's wrong!

-Mum!

All right, guys! Kezia, take Tom downstairs and wait for the ambulance.

Both of you. Everything's going to be fine. Go on!

All right, all right, Rosie.

Stick with me.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Let's go.

Rosie, stay with me. Stay with me.

< You're not allowed here! I'll call the police!

Mr Beacon. I know why you're angry with me. Can we talk?

She's very ill, but she's stable.

-Is she awake?

-Not yet.

Kezia, there's somebody here who wants to speak to you.

She's from social services.

-You called them? You promised!

-I had to.

-You said I could trust you!

-I'm sorry. I had no choice.

We'll get taken into care! We'll be separated!

What do you mean, "separated"?

-I'm sorry.

-No, you're not. You couldn't care less!

-Kezia.

-I'll ask her to give you some time.

I've got to look after my mum. It's my responsibility!

-Kezia, you're still a child.

-So?

So, who's looking after you?

Don't talk to me about responsibility.

You're a doctor, aren't you?

-Yes, but...

-So it was your job.

-And I'm sorry.

-You sent him home.

Meningitis can be very difficult to diagnose.

-Every doctor I know...

-Rubbish!

Too busy, were you? Lots of patients to get through?

-Ship 'em in, ship 'em out?

-No!

But medicine is not a perfect art.

-Certain cases...

-"Cases"?

Is that all he was to you? A case?

A statistic?

He was my son!

He was 17!

-He deserves...

-Revenge?

-Justice!

He came to you for help and you sent him home.

If you were me, if it were your boy, who would you blame?

I understand how you feel.

Don't you dare! "Understand"?

OK.

I, erm...

I need to, erm, to give this back to you.

It belonged to Xavier.

Why did you have it?

He gave it to me.

Xavier? When?

He was in for his regular asthma check, chatting away as normal.

He started making fun of me because I hadn't heard about some comic.

Sorry, "graphic novel".

Next time he came in, he brought it in with him.

He must have really liked you.

I'm more sorry than you'll ever know.

And you're right - he came to me for help, and I let him down.

I asked you to leave.

He always liked the park, didn't he? Is that why you're here?

Why do you care?

He talked about you a lot.

The old man,

the genius solicitor, champion of the underdog.

It's not too late to be that man again.

Sooner or later the police are going to move you on for good, so...

I'll talk to the police. Tell them you didn't hit me.

-That's why you came here, isn't it?

-I came here to help.

What am I supposed to do now?

What would Xavier want you to do?

We're still going to live together, aren't we?

I don't know.

You promised me!

-No, Tom, I didn't...

-We could say Mum's already stopped drinking.

We could say it was just a joke.

-But Dr Carmichael...

-Just say she's lying!

And what about Mum?

She said she'll stop this time.

She promised me.

What? Like she did last Christmas?

Or Mother's Day the year before?

-That was different.

-No, it wasn't.

I can't do this any more.

All right, then.

I'll do it.

I'll do it all.

The cleaning, the shopping and all that.

-It can be my turn.

-No, Tom.

I mean it! You don't have to look after me anymore.

Yes, I do.

There we go, good as new.

Not bad.

Suppose I best get going, then.

Where are you going to go?

Might just drive until I find somewhere I like the look of.

About what you said before...

Ah, don't worry.

I said I'd tell the police the truth and I will.

-No, I meant Xavier.

-I know.

He was never just a statistic.

He'd tell me to pick myself right up and kick life in the nuts.

Sounds good to me!

Good luck.

You too. And keep your head up...

..when you're running.

You'll do someone a serious injury one of these days.

Can't remember the last time she looked so peaceful.

They're going to find us somewhere to stay.

Till she's better.

It's for the best.

It'll break her heart.

And Tom's.

Kezia, isn't it time you put yourself first?

She's still my mum.

If she wants to be your mum, she's going to have to prove it.

How am I going to tell her?

Do you want me to come with you?

-Thanks, though.

-It's OK.

Hi, yes. It's me.

Is he still awake?

Yes, please.

SHE CRIES LOUDLY

Hello, little man!

How are you?

Have you had a good day?

LOUD SOBBING

What have you been doing?

You been watching cartoons?

What are you doing right now?

Mummy will be home very, very soon, I promise.

Mummy loves you very, very much.

LOUD SOBBING CONTINUES

-We're staying at home.

-Is that wise?

What if there are complications? Not unlikely, especially given your age.

He's a bit of a stick-in-the-mud.

-Right. And he needs to get with the programme.

-Agreed.

-Good. So you'll have a word?

-No.

Why don't you reschedule?

Three house calls and drop-in cover? I don't think so.

Why not flip a coin for it?

These things have come on considerably since your theatre days.

I am not interested.

Come on, take your shirt off!

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