Turn Back Time Doctors

# It's got to be-e-e-e-e-e-e

# Perfect

# It's got to be-e-e-e-e-e-e

# Worth it, yeah

# Too many people take second best

# But I won't take anything less

# It's got to be, yeah... #

CAR HORN HONKS

# Per-er-er-er-er-erfect. #

There you are.

Found anything interesting?

Happiest day of your life.

It was emotional.

I'm sorry that I can't come with you today.

But I could pop back at lunchtime.

Some hot soup might be in order.

Since when were you the type of mother to make soup?

I've got sandwiches.

Well, make sure you wrap up warm.

SHE YELLS

Good party?

SHE GASPS Who are you?

Sam Reid. Temporary lodger. Didn't your parents tell you?

Probably. I never listen to what they say.

Love the PJs.

Sam Reid arrived last night after you went to bed.

Clare and Martin's son.

He's just started a PhD at the university.

We're putting him up until he can find some digs.

Emma, I did tell you.

Though I don't know why I bother

when it just goes in one ear and out the other.

And talk of the devil.

Should my ears be burning?

Morning, Sam. Did you sleep well?

Like a log. Thank you.

Make yourself at home. This is Emma.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Hi.

-Help yourself to toast and cereal.

-Thanks.

So, tell us about your PhD, Sam. What's it in?

Medieval history.

"The rise of the didactic in the artes amatoriae."

Feel free to yawn.

Goodness.

In that case, I don't think you'll be helping Emma with her homework.

No chance.

Emma's going to be a doctor.

Good for you.

PHONE RINGS

# Get out of my dreams

-# Get into my car

-# Get into my car

# Get out of my dreams

# Get in the back seat, baby

-# Get into my car

-# Get in, yeah

-# Get out of my mind

-# Get out of my mind

# Get into my life

# Oooh-ooh-oooh-ooh

-# Oh, I said hey

-# Hey

-# You

-# You

# Get into my car... #

CAR ENGINE STARTS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hi.

Hi. You left this behind.

Thanks. I've been looking for it.

Are you going to ask me in?

Sure. Sorry.

It's a bit of a mess.

I love what you've done with the place.

Spike, Emma. Emma, Spike.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Can I get you a drink?

Better not. I've got double chemistry in half an hour

and alcohol at lunchtime makes me woozy.

Then we have tea or...

Irn-Bru.

Pass. I have to get going.

Right. Well, thanks for this.

And I'll see you around.

Cool.

When?

Friday?

Great.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

All right?

It's a step up from the usual.

I'm lucky if I get a bag of chips.

Do your parents know you're here?

My dad thinks you're too old.

My mum pointed out he doesn't have a leg to stand on, seeing as he's

six years older than her.

Plus...

..you're a "welcome relief from the usual flotsam

"and jetsam I bring home."

I went through a "bad boy" phase.

Past tense?

Maybe it's time I grew up.

I hope you're hungry?

Are we having wine?

I might get accused of corrupting you.

Too late. Besides, I'm 16 and it's legal with a meal.

There's lots of things you can do once you turn 16.

SAM AND EMMA LAUGH

EMMA: Oh. Oh.

Hey!

Wait up.

I'm Chris Reid.

You've got the same walk as your father.

And the same jacket.

Excuse me?

I was with him when he bought it. 1986.

You're a friend of his?

Years back. We met at University.

I'm Justin Blake.

He's never mentioned you.

It was a long time ago.

I saw his obituary in the paper and wanted to pay my respects.

Thank you. He'd appreciate that.

What actually happened? The obituary mentioned an accident.

It's a long story.

I've got time, if you have.

You don't know the half of it.

It can be good to talk.

Mind you, I would say that, I'm a psychiatrist.

This is good timing. Emma has some news.

I got an offer from Edinburgh. Two As and a B.

Congratulations. That's brilliant..

So, she can't afford to slack.

This is my dream. I'm not about to mess it up.

Glad to hear it.

To Emma and her future.

Emma.

I wish we could stay like this for ever.

I don't see why we can't.

If you switch to Birmingham.

I thought the whole point of University was to get

away from your parents?

Yes, which is why...

I thought you could move in with me.

Give up a place at Edinburgh? It's one of the best.

We'll never see each other.

It's ages away. You might have dumped me by then.

I love you.

I know.

So what if I haven't?

I can't think that far ahead. I'm 17.

I've got five years of med school followed by hospital training.

We don't know what's going happen.

That's if I get in.

My last chemistry practical was a disaster.

If I do that in the exam I'm finished.

I'm having to do extra lessons with Doctor Watkins.

They assumed he had help?

The coroner recorded an open verdict.

He found a way.

Sounds like Sam.

You don't seem too surprised.

His greatest fear was losing control.

If he wanted something badly enough,

he'd move heaven and earth to get it.

How's your mum?

Gutted, when she isn't being furious with him.

That sounds like Emma. So they were still married?

If you could call it a marriage.

It wasn't exactly conventional.

Their marriage never was conventional.

Yeah, well it was doomed from the start by all accounts.

Why do you say that?

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

The tester could have been faulty.

It wasn't faulty.

Maybe you should get it done properly by a doctor.

I'm top of my year in biology!

I know the symptoms of an early pregnancy.

Hey. Everything will be all right.

Easy for you to say.

I'll look after you.

-I'm not telling my parents.

-They'll have to know sometime.

Why? It's not like I'm keeping it.

It's not an it, it's a baby.

It's an embryo.

Our embryo.

Since when were you anti abortion?

I'm not, I wasn't till now. But it's ours.

I can't stand the thought of destroying it

and if I feel like this, how are going to feel

when it's growing inside you.

Don't, that's not fair.

You must feel a connection.

It's the HCG and increased levels of oestrogen and progesterone.

It's normal, it doesn't...

This isn't about science.

Look at me.

Emma.

-Do you love me?

-Yes. But...

Would you love our baby?

-Give up medical school?

-No.

Instead of becoming a doctor and getting married

and having babies, you're just doing it the other way round.

This isn't an end to your ambitions, it's just a delay.

As soon as I was old enough to do the maths, I asked them.

Dad didn't hesitate for a second.

Said abortion never crossed his mind.

Then I asked my mum the same.

She said all the right things but she couldn't look me in the eye.

Come on, she was 17 years old. She had the world at her feet.

Of course she considered it.

What matters is she didn't.

How could...?

We talked about this. You're a bright girl.

You know about birth control.

And I expected better of you.

You'll need money? Daddy and I will take care of it.

Whatever you need...

Emma doesn't want an abortion. Neither of us do.

You want to give up a career in medicine for the life

of a single teenage mother?

She won't be single. We're going to get married.

How will you support yourselves?

I've bit of money my grandmother left me.

It's not a lot, but it'll tied us over

until I've finished my PhD and get a research fellowship.

And medical school?

There's no reason why she can't go as a mature student.

I promise you. They won't lack for anything.

Either Emma or your grandchild.

I don't know how you can work with that music on.

-Aren't you going to Lucy's party?

-Hardly.

Why not?

Emma! Can you stop doing that while I'm talking to you?

Because I've got my A levels in June

and I'm five and a half months pregnant.

Oh, and I'm getting married a week on Thursday.

You know, it's not too late to change your mind.

Er, I think it is.

I mean, you don't have to get married.

You still have options.

Adoption.

Or if you want to keep the baby, we'll do everything we can

to support you, so you can carry on with your training.

What about Sam?

You tell me. Do you love him?

Yes.

And...?

He's funny and kind and clever and he makes me feel safe.

But...?

But... I'm 17.

I love Michael Hutchence

but I don't think that's going to last a lifetime.

I just don't know...

I don't know if it's enough.

No-one knows. But I'll tell you one thing.

There are lots of successful marriages built on far

shakier foundations than that.

Daddy and I will support you, whatever decision you make.

I haven't even got a bridesmaid.

I don't want to walk up the aisle on my own.

Now that, we can do something about.

Not exactly a great start is it.

Teenage pregnancy and a shotgun marriage.

I'm surprised she stuck around for as long as she did.

Your mother had a choice.

She married your dad and had you because it's what she wanted.

You make it sound like you were there.

And you weren't, because the only guests at my parent's wedding

were my godparents Lucy and...

..Spike.

You're Uncle Spike?

Your dad was the only one who called me that.

I went through a brief punk phase. The name stuck.

Where the hell have you been?

# I don't want half hearted love affairs

# I need someone who really cares

# Life is too short to play silly games

# I've promised myself I won't do that again

# It's got to be perfect

# It's got to be worth it yeah

# Too many people take second best

Emma!

# But I won't take anything less

Emma! Emma!

# Perfect. #

Why didn't you talk to me?

I couldn't. It was like it was happening to someone else,

someone old enough to be married with a baby.

You make it sound like your life's over.

This is only the beginning.

It isn't, it's not how I saw my future.

How did you see it?

Med school, career, marriage, babies.

You'll have it, just not in that order.

You keep saying that, but when? When the baby goes to school?

When it leaves home? I want to be a doctor.

I should be, I can't remember wanting anything else.

And that's all?

What do you mean, that's all? It's everything.

You love me?

Yes, but I'm 17.

I should be out partying, not changing nappies

and mopping up sick.

What if...?

I, Sam, promise you, Emma, will go to med school

when I've finished my PhD.

I promise to work from home and look after our baby...

..with a bit of help from babysitters.

I promise that in less than ten years, you will be a doctor.

I promise to remember you're young and never try and clip your wings.

As long as you promise me you'll always come back to me.

You're my dad's best mate. You're my godfather.

You bought me the red Power Ranger.

The day your mum graduated from medical school.

I'm surprised you remember. You can't have been more than six.

I remember.

They were like gold dust, every kid wanted one.

Best present I've ever had.

It was also the last time I ever saw you.

I hope you believe me when I say, I deeply regret that.

I don't get it.

One minute you and my dad are inseparable...

..and the next, you disappear out of our lives.

What happened?

Do you, Emma, take Sam to be your husband?

Will you love, honour, and cherish him, in good times and in bad

and do you promise to stay true to him as long as you both shall live?

I do.

A falling out, which escalated out of proportion.

It was just one of those things.

I'm sure he regretted it as much of me.

What over?

Nothing significant...

..and it doesn't matter now.

Thanks for this, I'm going to have to get going.

Was it about mum?

No.

His best mate.

Emma and I were friends, good friends but nothing more.

Then what are you hiding? I'm not simple, mate.

Neither was your parents' marriage.

Seems simple enough to me.

She had everything on her terms and he was left with the scraps.

You see it all in black and white -

saint and sinner, with your mum as the sinner.

Trust me, she wasn't the only one.

In his own way, your dad could be just as manipulative.

Meaning?

I came here to say my goodbyes, not...

You can't leave it there.

Please.

Your dad told me something, drunk.

Emma looks radiant. I've never seen her so happy.

Doctor Emma Reid. My clever girl.

We proved them wrong.

All the doubters who said it would never last.

Well, here we are.

We've got each other, we've got our son, Emma's got her career.

My conscience is clear.

Says the man with something on his conscience.

-Are you having an affair?

-No.

If there's something you want off your chest,

you know you can trust me.

Emma can't know.

I need the bathroom. Two minutes.

Johnny's in my bag.

-Emma doesn't know?

-No and she never will.

I'm telling you because... because you'd understand.

Understand?

It was a one off, a moment of madness.

I didn't think anything would happen.

You put a hole in the condom,

what did you think the end result would be?

-The end result was our beautiful son.

-That isn't a justification.

The end justified the means. I got what I wanted.

She got what she wanted. Look at us, we're happy.

Is that why you tolerate Emma's dalliances?

-You think I didn't know?

-Dalliances.

Your word. A brief or casual involvement.

What I couldn't understand is why you put up with them.

Now I see.

-It's guilt.

-I don't want your psycho-analysis.

What do you want? If it's absolution, I can't give you that.

Only Emma can, when you tell her the truth.

After all this time, what good will that do?

Because otherwise, your entire marriage is based on a lie.

Look who snuck downstairs to join the party.

I'll take him up. Come on, big fella.

-Say good night to Uncle Spike.

-Night, night, Uncle Spike.

We never mentioned it again and after that, he froze me out.

Maybe he was scared I'd let slip to Emma.

Maybe I let him down.

He wanted me to condone what he'd done.

That was down to me.

You expect me to believe that my dad was capable of that?

An act of madness. In the heat of the moment?

We've all been there.

Although usually without such permanent consequences.

Why are you telling me this, after all this time?

Because I can, because he's gone.

Now it's you and your mum.

And I can see her being crushed under his pedestal.

You don't know anything about me.

I knew him as well as anyone

and if you think things have always been on your mums terms,

then you underestimate just how manipulative he could be.

Believe me, he was the type of person

who always got what he wanted.

Hi.

All right?

-How did it go?

-Fine.

I'm going to try and get there myself this weekend.

Yes!

Oh, come on.

You were right, by the way.

He used me. Manipulated me to end his life.

Yes.

Can I ask you a question?

Anything.

If you could turn back time, would you do anything differently?

Not a thing.

What's all this about?

Yes! Get in. It doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter, time to move on, that's all.

But if you're going by the kettle, mine's with a biscuit, please.

The lengths a man will go to, to get his leg over.

That's not what this is about.

I know a frustrated man when I see one.

I could have been everything to him.

Will you go to the police?

She's never told you, has she?

-Told me, what?

-She slept with your father.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this going.

Don't let me go!

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