Collateral Damage Doctors

-There you go.

-Thanks.

-You look nice.

-I don't.

You do.

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

Only two days to go and we can put it all behind us.

Can't we?

No, we can't.

I can't.

I'm going to tell them.

Right, I am off.

-Give your dad a call?

-No.

He knows his medication rota by heart

and I think he could do with a day off from nagging.

So, you and Joe got anything planned today?

Well, we did have, until we saw the piles of dirty laundry

-staring us in the face.

-Ah.

-Not to mention the recycling...

Ah, yes. Well, the on-call night shifts have been a killer.

Mmm. Excuses, excuses.

I'll make it up to you.

You bet you will.

And I'll take Joe out when I get back from work this afternoon.

Oh, right. Well, after you've hung all the laundry out.

-Woman's work!

-Ah, don't push it!

-Ow! Look, we'll have a proper catch-up later, eh?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

You look tired.

BABY CRIES

What's brought this on?

I can't stop thinking about it - about her.

You've been through a really hard time, babe.

I wish all of this hadn't happened,

-but we can't do anything about it now.

-Yes, we can.

What about me? This isn't just about you.

I know. That makes it harder.

I love you.

I'm going to take care of you.

-Plenty of blokes would have done a runner by now.

-Thanks a lot.

That didn't come out right. You know what I mean.

We can still have a life together. Use the money to start again.

It's blood money.

The doctor said there'd be side effects. It's your pills.

Isn't that!

Don't do anything hasty.

Think about it.

Give it another day, please.

-Someone's razor slipped a little bit...

-It's nothing.

Good morning, the Mill Health Centre. How may I help you?

You OK?

Yes. More than OK.

-Are you two still on for this afternoon?

-Yeah, are you?

-We could always take a rain check till next week.

-Not on my account.

OK. Great. Well, may the best man win. See you later.

-It's only a competition.

-Yeah, right!

Yes, yes, we will see you then. Goodbye.

Hey. I thought you'd be having a duvet day, so I didn't wake you.

Oh, thanks, but I'd rather be here.

And so would you by the looks of it.

- Yeah, well, you know what they say,

"When a man is tired of Letherbridge..."

-Good to have you back.

-Thank you.

-Ah, do you want a cup of tea?

-Oh, I'd love one!

Morning, all.

Mrs Tembe, this was supposed to go to St Phil's.

-Oh, right. That's for you.

-Ah, the man of the hour.

Huh? Yeah, well, this time last week, I was Mill enemy number one.

-Well, water under the bridge...

-Is it?

So, lunchtime it is then?

You're on.

BABY CRIES

All right, Joe, Mummy will be with you in a minute.

Daniel.

Know what this is?

Freedom.

You think things are bad now, wait until you're in prison.

There'll be no-one at your beck and call there.

And what about your mum and dad?

Their darling daughter banged up for God knows how long.

Then when you get out...

no job,

no money,

no friends.

No life.

All finished, my darling.

How about you and I go for a sneaky walk in the park?

What's this? Where did you...?

Have you put one of these in your mouth, my darling?

Have you put one in your mouth?

Open your mouth for me. Open your mouth like this.

Let me see. Let me see.

Oh. OK. OK.

Let's go. We are not panicking.

We are not panicking. Come with me. Aaw!

Let me see. Let me see. OK. All right.

Let's go. Let's go.

Jas asked if you can add that to the system.

Right. Yeah. Thank you.

You know, I'm really glad her and Al have managed to patch things up.

I have not always been the first to appreciate Doctor Haskey's,

well, "talents" but he has come a long way to redeeming himself.

-Oh, hello.

-Hi.

Good to see you. Hey, Terry.

-Mandy.

-Alana Foston.

Did you get here OK?

Yeah. Terry's being my chauffeur for the day.

Glad to hear it. Shall we go through?

-I'll come.

-No.

I think it's best if I see Alana on her own.

-She's a bit confused today.

-I'm not.

We'll be all right. Why don't you take a seat?

You'll fill him in on everything when we come out, won't you?

-Course.

-This way.

The Doctor had better be here very soon

or mummy is going to get really cross.

-Miss Carmichael.

-Doctor Carmichael.

Right. I'm Doctor Desai and this must be Joe.

Yes. I just want you to check that he's OK.

Could you tell me exactly what happened to him?

I think... I think he may have swallowed some coins.

-"Think"?

-I won't bore you with how he got hold of them.

Well, he's not showing any signs of distress, which is good.

Did he exhibit any symptoms at home?

No. I just thought we should just check that he was OK.

Maybe he should have an X-ray or...

God, I'm turning into one of those mothers.

I know, of course he doesn't need an X-ray.

Don't worry. You were right to come in.

I'll give him a full examination.

That is healing nicely.

You'll have to come back regularly to get your dressing changed.

What if I can't make it?

Well, I'll give you a prescription

so you can keep some dressings at home.

You're doing really well, you know.

-You should be proud of yourself.

-Yeah?

How are you feeling?

OK.

I'll be back to giving you make-up tips in no time.

That's good because I've got a dried up mascara and....

half a lip-gloss in me bag, so...

If you do need any more support, you know, at home or...

counselling, you must tell me, yeah?

Blood pressure's a bit raised.

Probably the shock of leaving the house.

Seeing my ugly mug again, you mean.

How are you and Terry?

Good.

-Good.

-Yeah?

He means well.

Right. Well, we need to keep an eye on your blood pressure

but apart from that, you're making really good progress.

Thanks.

-Anything else?

-I...

I was thinking of going back to work.

Great!

If they'll have me.

Course they will. You're the best make-up consultant they've got.

Don't know about that.

Eh! If you have any trouble, send 'em to me.

Right, from what I can see,

if Joe has swallowed any coins they haven't done any damage.

We can just wait for them to be excreted.

Yes, of course. We are out of here, Joe.

Actually, those bruises I noticed on your son's lower back.

Have you any idea what caused them?

He probably just bumped into something.

He's all over the place at the moment -

that's what's got us here in the first place.

You don't remember any specific incident?

If I made a note every time he crashed into something,

-I'd never get any work done.

-Right. Could you wait here, please?

I'd like to double check some paperwork.

No, we'd have to wait here while you do that. I have got patients, too,

-you know.

-I'll be as quick as I can.

Everything all right?

-Yeah. Mandy says I'm making great progress.

-Good.

Right. I just need to get one of the doctors to sign your prescription.

-I thought you said she was all right.

-Terry...

Yeah, she is. Don't worry.

Mrs Tembe, is anyone free?

Er...yes, Doctor Carter.

Great. Back in a minute.

Good morning, The Mill Health Centre.

-Did you say anything?

-No.

Right, let's get out of here.

-What about my prescription?

-We can get it later.

Er...yes, well, I'm sure the doctor is doing his best

to get your results.

Yes. Yes, I will.

Yes. Good bye. Thank you. Bye.

-Has Alana gone?

-Yes.

-Oh!

Heston was on the phone. I was going to ask them to wait.

-Her husband seemed to be in a hurry to leave.

-Right.

Oh, I am so sorry. I was busy on the phone...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. It's fine.

PHONE RINGS

-Hey, how's it going?

-I'm in A&E with Joe.

Why? What's happened?

'No, don't worry, he's OK.'

-I just... I thought that maybe he'd swallowed a coin.

-'What?'

Don't panic, everything's fine,

but looks like I'm not going to make it in this afternoon.

Why? What are they doing?

'Well, nothing'. The doctor's being a right jobsworth.

-I think he's just out of med school.

-Zara...

Doctor 'wet-behind-the-ears' has got some rubber stamping to do

on the paperwork and we've got to wait until he's finished.

Look, darling, I've got to go. Joe's getting hungry

-but I'll speak to you later, all right?

-Zara, Zara!

Welcome to the Corps Fitness Programme.

Let's get one thing straight right from the off,

we train warriors not wimps. So, if you don't think you've got

the stomach to get super-fit, leave now.

Good.

Good.

Today is a trial and I'm the judge and jury.

I'm going to be taking you to the limits of your endurance.

I'm going to be pushing you harder than you ever thought possible.

And you're going to do it. Why?

Because we are warriors, not wimps!

-You think that's funny, do you, Blondie?

-Er, no.

-Drop!

-Sorry?

20 press-ups, now!

Quite right, too.

I want you to see fitness as your friend, not your foe.

I want you to fight for your right to be fit.

And the first thing I want from you all is obedience. What do I want?

-ALL:

-Obedience.

Why do I want obedience?

Because if you don't do exactly as I say, you're going to get hurt.

And we don't want that, do we?

Ten to go, Blondie.

At the end of this session,

I'll be assessing your level of fitness with these little beauties.

Yellow. You are the nods, the grunts, you need to get stuck in.

Orange. You're the Desert Rats, the SWAT team of the LCF.

The only way is up for you guys.

Purple. You're the Special Air Service,

the stealth bomber,

the fighting force so secret, no-one even knows about them yet.

No points for guessing what colour do I want to see.

Purple!

I'll be lucky.

Present company excepted.

Right, let's begin. Find a space, warm up.

50 star jumps, now!

One, two, three, four, five...

DOORBELL RINGS

-Who's that?

-I don't know.

Hey, love.

Hi, Mum.

Hey, guess what?

Alana's Army is going to be in the Letherbridge News.

-What?

-Yeah.

They're so impressed with what me

and the girls have been doing to raise money, they're going to do

an interview, and they want to come over and do a photo of you and me.

When?

This afternoon.

Just the two of us.

Not working today?

Still on leave.

Right.

I'll be upstairs.

Got the spare room to sort.

I can't, Mum.

Look, I know it's short notice,

but they want to put it out next week, when the inquest's over.

Kind of a triumph out of tragedy sort of thing.

I don't want any publicity.

Oh...

You look beautiful.

It's not about the photo.

We don't have to if you don't want to but...

..seeing us in the paper, it'd raise even more for the charity

and we're nearly at our target.

Mum...

What?

Oh, look...

I know, I know it...it's hard but...

-Survivor's guilt they call it, don't they?

-What?

I mean, it's only natural after an accident like that. It...

Just have to give it time. Mmm?

How was your check-up?

All fine.

Good.

More coffee?

Oh, yeah.

-Mate, you all right?

-Yes. I just don't want to peak too soon.

He should pace himself.

I said run! This is the LCF, not the Rambler's Association!

I want those pacemakers working overtime.

-That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

-You're in the army now.

< You said you'd think about it.

< Terry!

-You all right, love?

-Yes.

What is the matter with him?

-You shouldn't let him bully you.

-He wasn't.

Is he taking care of you properly?

Don't start, Mum.

Cos you can always come back and live with us, you know.

-Your dad and I would love to have you.

-I'm married!

Oh, never say never.

Right, I will pop back with a new

-T-shirt for you before the photographer comes.

-OK.

Do you work out?

Oi, Casanova, Blondie, if you're looking for love,

join a dating agency!

-What are we?

-Warriors not wimps!

Looks like I'll have to return to sender with this one.

Is that the best you can do, Elvis?

-No, sir.

-Then get moving!

I've seen more action in a lump of rock.

Looks like the King's lost his mojo.

Don't count him out just yet.

Right, I can't bear to see any more. Another 1k. Let's go.

OK.

Actually, there is something else.

I don't know where to start.

Who is it?

Could you hold on a moment, please.

Family liaison.

The police? Get rid of them!

Hello.

Sorry. It doesn't matter.

I will.

Thanks for calling. Goodbye.

-What was all that about?

-They were just calling to check-in.

-You were going to tell them.

-I've got to stop lying, Terry.

You will, once the inquest is over.

It doesn't feel right.

Terry! Terry, what are you doing?

Terry!

Terry!

You want to suffer some more?

You don't need the police.

You can put yourself in prison right here.

Terry, stop it.

-Terry!

-Almost done.

Terry!

What are you doing?

Oh, no. You stay right there.

Terry.

-Terry, stop.

-You want bare walls.

You want no luxuries.

There.

Spend the afternoon in here.

See how you like it.

Terry!

Terry! Let me out.

I won't say anything.

DOORBELL RINGS

Right.

You, you, you and Elvis, this side.

The rest of you, line up this side.

Well done, you all completed the mission.

Now, your LCF armband isn't only judged on speed, skill and survival.

We also reward pluck, courage and perseverance.

Today, no-one achieved purple status but I can assure you,

in a few short weeks, that's going to change.

What's it going to do?

-ALL:

-Change!

Some of you are still at the landing stage.

Others are moving deep into the enemy territory.

Let's hear it for the yellows.

APPLAUSE

I bet it's been a good while since he did a bit of square-bashing.

Kinda feel sorry for him.

It's not easy knowing your best days are behind you.

Maybe it's time to move over for the new model army.

Hiya. Erm, you forgot Alana's prescription

and I thought it'd be easier if I just brought it over.

Thanks.

Help! Is there anybody there? Help me! >

What's going on?

-This is none of your business.

-Alana?

Mandy! Terry's locked me in.

I brought him in to A&E

because I felt, as a doctor, he needed checking out.

I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this.

-Zara, what's going on?

-What are you doing here?

-How is he?

-Joe's fine.

Right. Dr Granger - Joe's father.

He's the one who needs his head examining...

Shall we try and stay calm?

What exactly seems to be the problem, Doctor...?

Desai. I've been trying to explain to Dr Carmichael that taking

Joe to two different A&E departments in the space

-of a fortnight is bound to set a few alarm bells ringing.

-Two?

You... you didn't know?

Joe fell off the bed at my dad's and he seemed fine,

but we thought it was best he got examined.

Why didn't you tell me?

I've hardly seen you, Daniel. I've been in Weston.

I didn't want to worry you. You've been on call most nights.

Then there's the bruising.

Are you accusing me of harming my child?

I'm not accusing you of anything.

I'm merely pointing out some anomalies.

-Well, you know where you can stick your anomalies.

-Zara.

Hello?

Great, this is all I need...

The front door was open so I... What's happened?

Why's all your stuff out in the hall?

I'm... I'm Mandy, Alana's Nurse.

-When I got here, she was locked in her room.

-What?

I knew it. I knew he wasn't right in the head.

-What have you been doing to her?

-Nothing.

I don't call locking your wife up, nothing.

-Right, I'm calling the police.

-No! We've had a bad day.

Alana, you don't have to make excuses for him.

Has he had enough? Is he running out on you?

-No, it's not that.

-Then what is it?!

Alana, don't...

It was him, wasn't it?

The accident...

-..it was all his fault.

-No, Mum...

Go on. It's OK.

You've been covering up for him.

You've got such a good heart.

No, I haven't.

He told me how it all worked -

how easy it was -

but I was the one who pushed him.

I was the one who said we should give it a go.

You don't have to do this.

What are you talking about?

Alana?

It was our fault.

We planned the accident.

Have you noticed the bruising on Joe's lower back?

No, I haven't, but I'm sure there's a perfectly rational explanation.

The consultant at Weston Royal Infirmary noted

bruising on your son's legs a week ago.

At the time, there didn't seem cause for concern.

Today, there are more bruises and neither of you can give me

-a satisfactory explanation for them.

-How dare you!

If this is some feeble-minded attempt to prove

-to your superiors that you're not just hospital fodder...

-Please.

No, Daniel. Can't you see what he's doing?

There seems to be some kind of a misunderstanding.

I'm sure that if we start again, we will be able to clear everything up.

-OK, let's start with him apologising.

-You're not helping.

We were short of money.

Terry's hours had gone down.

They said I'd probably be made redundant.

-We just wanted to have some fun.

-I can't believe this.

Terry said it would be easy.

He said everyone was doing it and getting away with it.

I don't understand.

Insurance.

It was supposed to be an insurance scam.

Two cars bump into each other.

Insurance are none the wiser and pay up.

More, if you can prove whiplash.

No-one was supposed to get hurt.

You...

did it deliberately?

I'm sorry, Mum.

All I wanted was a holiday.

Some new clothes.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time.

This'll destroy your dad.

I'm going to tell the police.

I was going to look after you.

All I could see was life in this chair.

I didn't care about anybody else.

But now...

I can't live with it.

-Of course you can't.

-No, wait.

If the police don't suspect anything,

then maybe we should just let sleeping dogs lie.

What?

I feel terrible about the other girl but...

..why let the accident destroy two lives?

It wasn't an accident.

My daughter will never walk again. Isn't...?

Isn't that enough punishment?

They'll never believe her anyway. It's her word against mine.

-It's not something you make up, Terry.

-Course it is.

You've been traumatised by the accident. The drugs are messing with your memory.

Have you heard yourselves?

An innocent girl died because of you two,

and her family deserve to know the truth.

Do you think that will make it any easier for them?

Please, Mum!

I'll be here for you love...

..whatever you decide.

You do what you want.

Terry!

I'm sorry, but seeing Joe today has raised a couple of red flags

that I can't ignore.

-This is outrageous.

-We'll have to investigate further.

Of course, and we'll help you in whatever way we can.

-Right. What's next?

-I'm sure you know, as doctors,

these matters are now prescribed by our safeguarding policies.

It's out of my hands.

Social Services will be in touch.

You know, if today goes badly, we could lose...

It's just procedure!

You have to take them all.

You're at risk, Alex. Malaria?

It's one thing talking about being a parent, isn't it?

But what matters is that we came through it.

I suppose I could've been more sympathetic but, like I said,

our communication skills are much better now.

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