A Day in the Life Doctors

MUSIC: "Monsters" by Eminem ft. Rihanna

Ryan? Ryan?

-You're going to be late for school.

-It's a study day.

That doesn't mean being on your computer all day.

COMPUTER BEEPS

And, Ryan, open the curtains for once.

It's a lovely day. There's a big wide world out there

if you just take a look occasionally. COMPUTER BEEPS

COMPUTER BEEPS

Turns out he'd been taking his nan's medication and swapping it with vitamin pills.

-No wonder she was in so much pain.

-So you reported him?

Tell me you reported him.

He was being bullied by a gang of boys at school.

He saw you coming. You and your bleeding heart.

I felt sorry for him.

Is that the norm for teenage boys nowadays?

Stealing their gran's medication and faking cancer?

I blame technology.

There's nothing wrong with being a geek. This is the 21st century.

You give us a generation and we will rule the world.

Give it another few generations and you'll be extinct due to lack of sex.

Kids should be outside.

Kicking a ball, running around.

My mother made us go outside every day.

And my father would have gone through us if we'd come home with a tattoo.

# Ground control to Major Tom

# Ground con... #

Libby's grandson had a tattoo on his arm.

It's been bugging me why it was familiar.

And it's because it's pinned up in Ryan's room

"They tried to get me. I got them first."

-Is that a quote from a song?

-Maybe.

-What's that?

-Nothing.

So I can have a look, then?

-Just some mates coming round. That all right?

-Here?

-Mates from where?

-School. You don't know 'em.

Don't worry. We're going to revise.

Well, make sure you do.

Here. Maybe you should pop to the shop, get some Coke and crisps.

Thanks.

Have a nice time.

Love you.

Mum?

Bye, Mum.

Bye, love. Have a good day.

-What about bowling?

-Anything but bowling.

-What's wrong with it?

-It's so infra dig.

-Translate?

-Passe.

I thought we liked bowling. You had a party there as a kid. I've seen the pictures.

-I never liked it.

-Only because you're rubbish.

Only because I don't see the point in trying at something so pointless.

Bowling it is, then.

SHE SIGHS

-Do you want a drink?

-Thanks.

DOORBELL RINGS

That's a bit posh for bowling.

Are you wearing aftershave?

Rob, hurry up!

Somebody had to clear up the breakfast stuff.

"Thanks for the pancakes, Dad."

Thanks for the pancakes, Dad.

Oh, Jack, will you just get off that phone?

It's hardly been out of your hand all week.

Get out of it, you nosey mare!

Ow! Get your knee out of my back.

-Jack's got a girlfriend!

-Immie can't get a boyfriend!

Pack it in, will you?

What's with all the faces?

You're late. We said 12.30. It's nearly 12.38.

Well, I'm here now so you can blow-dry your panties.

And I've got everything we need.

We have vodka, we've got food.

-We have music.

-GRIME MUSIC STARTS

So let's get this party started!

Sorry. Urgent thing.

Please excuse my young colleague, Mr Riley. I'm sure the explanation

for this unexplained lapse in protocol will be most entertaining.

If you're still feeling rough in a couple of days, make another appointment.

I found pictures of Libby's grandson

on Ryan Jones' Mates Reconnected page.

That's not even close to a good explanation.

Don't you see? They know each other.

And this was worth bursting in on Mr Riley because...?

They're chalk and cheese - they'd never be friends,

they live in different towns, they go to different schools.

-I've got patients.

-That quote! The tattoo on Ed's arm.

The one pinned up in Ryan's room.

It's by an American poet, called Vachel Lindsay.

Vachel Lindsay? No way! I've never heard of him.

It was his suicide note. And that's not all.

Ryan and Ed are members of a Mates Reconnected group

called "We got them first." But it's blocked.

All right. Cool your jets.

-Are you saying what I think you're saying?

-No.

-Yes. I want you to hack into their group.

-Me?

By all accounts, you're our very own Kevin Mitnick.

-So can you?

-Of course I can, but I'm not going to.

-Why?

Because hacking into a patient's private computer files

is unethical, illegal, unprofessional... You know what? That's enough of a list for you.

SHE SIGHS

ALL: Shot. Shot. Shot. Shot.

Round seven.

In a minute. I need something to soak up the alcohol.

Grilled barbecue chicken. Large fries.

Four seasons. Cheese crust. No olives.

Blue cheese burger, medium rare. Onion rings.

All right. Are we happy?

-We happy?

-It has olives on it.

-I told them no olives.

-Then what are these?!

Keep your hair on, Lord Fauntleroy.

There you are, look. Four seasons, cheesy crust, no olives.

It's no big deal.

I hate olives! This is so typical.

I knew something would go wrong. Something always goes wrong.

-It's the story...

-Right. Enough, will you?

Nothing has gone wrong. Everything is good.

Yeah?

There you go.

Four seasons, cheese crust, no olives.

Eat up.

Eat it!

Darren. Inferno's last night? Red shirt?

Yeah. Hi. I was just wondering if you fancied a...?

Yeah. No, I see.

Well, you've got my number. See ya.

-Jack Hollins.

-Hey!

Darren!

We were in the same year at school.

You all right?

So what are you up to?

Just... work here.

Nice. For how long?

-Five years.

-Cool!

Yourself?

I'm training at a law firm in Newcastle.

-Is that your girlfriend?! Get her, she's a stunner.

-Lovely!

Do you mind? Sorry.

I'd better get back to work.

-Yeah. See you around.

-Yeah.

Get you. Hot shot lawyer and a gorgeous girlfriend.

"Hot shot lawyer."

Come on. Come on. Yes!

It's time to go.

Come on... Your computer's slow.

Can you explain to me why I'm doing this again?

Because I said I'd buy you lunch.

All right. This group was only activated this morning.

1.13am, to be precise, and it's got three members.

-Can I have some personal space, please?

-Sorry.

Come on. Thank you!

OK, that's... That's just scary.

SLOW PIANO MUSIC

It's for my mum. Telling her to call the police and... And not to look inside.

Would you want your mum to see it?

She's dead.

And mine's Cat A in Holloway for GBH.

Doubt she'd bat an eyelid.

Mrs Jones? It's Dr Donoghue here.

I was just calling to see how Ryan's getting on.

Is he feeling any better in himself?

Oh, that is a breakthrough.

Well, if there's anything else I can help you with. Bye, Mrs Jones.

OK. Ryan's not at school. It's a study day.

Apparently he's invited some "friends" round to revise.

She's over the moon because it's a first

and she thinks he's turned a corner.

There are three messages on the site. One from each of them.

Fast food orders.

It's their last meal.

-I think you're jumping the gun just a little bit.

-I think we need to call the police.

And say what?

"Oh, I had a hunch, based on a line from a poet that no-one's ever heard of,

"so I got my pal to do some computer hacking and we found a ticking clock"?

And what if they break in and find... Where are you going?

-Ryan's house.

-What about my lunch?

What's in it?

What else is in it?

It's a little cocktail of my own invention.

Inspired by nan's cocktail cabinet.

Brandy, Baileys, and cream sherry.

It's called a doom bomb.

So you've never actually met?

Only online. It's our first date tonight.

She's a medical student in Birmingham, so I was waiting till I came home.

Medical student? Great.

-So how did you find her?

-The One For Me.

Any rubbish?

Oh, yeah. Hang on. Thank you!

Don't look at me.

-What is it?

-It's for saddos.

It takes one to know one.

Looking at pictures of girls

-and flicking them to the right if they're hotties and to the left if they're duds.

-You are kidding me?

Modern romance for you.

It's totally superficial and meaningless.

Says she who is pathetic and single.

-Don't you mean "discerning"?

-Pack it in!

MUSIC: "Codex" by Radiohead

-Are you sure it's enough? You checked the quantities?

-I'm sure!

SONG CONTINUES

DOORBELL RINGS

-United we stand.

-BEEPING

ALARM BEEPS

Look, there's no-one here.

Or if they are here they're not answering so what do you want to do?

What's that?

BANGING

Ryan! Open the door!

-BOYS COUGH

-This is Dr Haskey from the Mill Health Centre.

I need police and ambulances to attend a suspected suicide.

Correction - three suspected suicides.

21 Kimberly Street, East Heath.

Ryan, it's Dr Donoghue. Please let us in.

We want to help you.

-Easy.

-Open the door!

It's too late. And we don't want your help!

I can pick the lock if I can find the right...

Don't touch us. We're DNR.

-Boys, what have you taken?

-I'm not telling.

Ryan, please tell us what you've taken.

Hello? Can you hear me. What's his name? What's his name?!

Leave him alone. We refuse treatment.

I don't hear him refusing treatment.

OK, pulse is slow. Pinpoint pupils. Yes?

Morphine. I think it's morphine. Stolen from his grandmother.

-Are you sure?

-No. Yes.

As sure as I can be.

Well, you'd better be sure because he just stopped breathing.

I'll be at New Street at six. Yeah, I know it. Sounds great.

All right then. I'll see you then. Bye.

Um, excuse me.

-Darren? Excuse me.

-I'll just be a moment.

-These aren't my shoes.

-Have you got your ticket?

Yep, and it matches, but these aren't my shoes.

Mine are brand-new. Cost me 130 quid.

Yeah, they all say that. Funny it's not the other way round, though, eh?

It's amazing how many people see "Shoe Drop", but actually see "Old for New".

Are you saying that I'm lying?

I'm saying we have a system to prevent a situation like this.

The system doesn't allow for human error.

Are you accusing a member of staff of being at fault?

I just want my shoes. I've got a train to catch. Hot date. Know what I mean?

Wait there a moment.

-What's this?

-It's a customer complaints form.

How does that help me?

Well, you fill it in and your complaint will be lodged by management.

Please. Why don't I just come back there and I'll find my shoes? Sorted.

It's staff only back here.

Darren, we were at school together.

-HE CHUCKLES

-You couldn't even remember my name.

I want to see the manager.

-Of course.

-You still here?

Colleague announcement. Would Padmini please come to the shoe drop?

That's Padmini to the shoe drop.

Yeah. He's bradycardic. Pinpoint pupils.

Naloxone's kicked in, but he's hardly breathing.

The others are still refusing treatment. Yes.

Cavalry is six minutes away.

Take one step closer with that needle, and I'll have you struck off for assault. DNR.

Statement of intent.

You've got it all sorted, haven't you?

It's suicide, not rocket science.

Ryan, this is naloxone. It's a morphine antidote.

It works almost instantly. Say the word.

-Please, Ryan, let me help you.

-I don't want your help.

-You refuse.

-I refuse your help.

You're running out of time. How long have they got?

-Four minutes.

-What can we do to help?

-Monitor their condition and wait for the ambulance to arrive.

-Stay here and watch them die?

No-one's asking you to hang around.

It's like falling asleep, mate.

In that case we might as well make ourselves comfortable.

Well, I've never seen a suicide before.

I've only ever seen a couple. My time in A&E.

It's not something I'd like to witness again.

I saw a documentary about the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco,

people who jumped off it.

Apparently it takes four seconds

between jumping off and hitting the water.

Survivors say it feels like an eternity.

Do you think we're stupid?

-Do you really want an answer to that?

-Their only though in those four seconds was...I wish I hadn't.

-Don't.

-Ignore them. Feel the moment, mate.

It's like falling asleep in your mother's womb.

Oh, there was this one guy.

He said that he realised that all the things

he thought were unfixable in his life could be fixed.

They say suicide

is a permanent solution to a temporary set of problems.

The most peaceful death there is.

There's nothing peaceful about the people you leave behind wondering

if they could have helped you, or if it was their fault.

And spare a thought for those people who've got to watch you die.

As your fingernails and your eyelids and your lips turn blue

and when your heart stops beating blood

around your body, your skin is going to turn grey.

Help me.

He's chicken.

I knew you didn't have the balls.

Ed, do you want help, Ed?

Just tell me you want help!

-I'm taking that as a yes.

-SIRENS

I can't believe this.

Excuse me. Darren?

-Yes?

-I've got a train to catch. The manager?

Well, I could page her again but...

She's just gone off shift.

-Then can you get whoever's on shift?

-No problem.

I don't flaming believe this! You listen to me.

My son gave you a £130 pair of trainers

and gets an old manky pair in return.

What's going on?

If you don't find them, I'm going to come round there and find them myself.

This area is staff only, I'm afraid.

-I've had enough of this.

-You can't come in here.

Get out of my way!

-Right... Jack? Size?

-Ten.

-What colour?

-Blue with white soles.

-Not those then?

-What are you doing?

You can't do this. Oi! Stop it!

This is assault, actually.

What about these? No?

I'm warning you, you're on CCTV.

Those are them.

-There you go.

-Thanks, Mum.

SIRENS AND MUSIC DROWN SPEECH

I'm calling the police.

There's no need to do that because you're already talking to them, pal.

Sergeant Hollins. Letherbridge nick.

Right. Then you can arrest her for criminal damage.

Don't deny it because it's on CCTV.

I'm not really on duty, but if want to go down the station to make a statement, we can.

But, to be honest, it's not really criminal damage.

It's more general disarray.

You'll get this cleared up in no time.

-Are we going?

-Right.

-OK.

-Yep.

HE SIGHS

KNOCKING

How are you feeling?

-Like sh...

-Ryan!

That'll be the side effects of the morphine. You'll feel better once it's all out of your system

and they can give you more drugs to help with the vomiting.

Thank you.

If you hadn't turned up, I don't... Why, Ryan?

Why didn't you talk to me?

-I thought he was the only one that understood.

-Ed?

We were just messing about at first.

I never thought we'd go all the way, but he made it sound so...normal.

And then I couldn't back out.

-Is he dead?

-No. We got to him in time.

I never thought he'd change his mind.

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

Hi.

Max's dad is in New York on business. He's flying out tonight.

You'd think he'd have known

his son was suffering from clinical depression.

Then he could have been treated and it wouldn't have come to this.

Do you think he's going to report us?

He can do what he wants. We're in the clear.

The psychologist thinks he's showing signs of psychopathic personality disorder.

Which I failed to spot.

Eh? You met him once, and briefly. He's not your patient.

Stop beating yourself up.

There are three young men who are alive because of what you did.

I don't think he's very grateful.

He'll be all right. Given time and the right treatment.

-Come on. I think a late lunch is in order

-Thank you...

-SHE SIGHS

-..for listening.

I couldn't have done it without you.

All right. Let's hear you say it then.

What?!

I want you to say that I was right and that geeks rule the world.

You were right and geeks rule the world.

-Can you say it like you mean it, please?

-You were right and geeks rule the world.

-I'm not really sensing any sincerity there.

-I'm not saying it again.

You told me you didn't know how to thank me.

SHE SIGHS

You were right and geeks rule the world.

Yes, we do!

I'm not buying lunch as well.

Yes, you are. It's your turn.

-It's not my turn!

-I bought it last time!

I know what you're all thinking.

I behaved really badly in there, and I'm sorry.

It's fine, love. Don't worry about it.

Yeah, but what's with the silent treatment?

-We're just waiting for you to cool down.

-It's best if we leave you for a bit.

-I've done this before?

-Once or twice.

Quite a few times, actually.

-It's nice to have you back, Mum.

-Hey, what time's your train?

-13 minutes.

-Come on then!

If I put my foot down, we'll just have time to get you to the station.

How can you justify spending 130 quid on a pair of trainers?

-Er...because I have a job?

-Do you know how much they cost to make

in comparison with the slave wages they pay the workers?

No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me. Just as sure I'll care this much!

Give it a rest! Your dad's got a headache.

Thank you.

Seat belts!

Thank you. For three incredible days of bedroom action.

How's about you and I go out and celebrate?

-Sounds like a great plan. Shall I invite the other hero docs?

-What?

My name's Dougie, and this is Mrs Tembe,

and we've come over to talk about Jesus.

No, you're all right, mate.