What Lies Beneath Doctors

HE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

VOICE MAIL: 'Please leave your message after the tone.'

Hello, Mr Robson.

I just wanted to wish you all the best for your interview.

I'm sure you will be fine.

'About yesterday...I...

'I am sorry if I was presumptuous. Look, I will speak to you later.'

Goodbye.

-Andy Couldry?

-That's me.

-Howard Bellamy. Come this way.

I might have to nip off to serve a customer from time to time.

Is that all right?

Mrs Tembe tells me that you're a member of the church.

Yeah.

She's an amazing woman - heart of gold, always helping.

And of course, she can be most persuasive.

We've had quite a long chat about you.

Don't worry, she was most complimentary.

You come highly recommended.

When it comes to portable ultrasound imaging,

Hewett is hard to beat.

This model weighs about the same as a laptop,

making it one of the lightest scanners on the market.

That's an impressive piece of kit.

It's leading edge technology - DICOM compatible,

multifunctional and customisable.

It's a big financial commitment.

But look at what you're getting for your money.

It's a top-of-the-range product

that can screen for aortic aneurysms and gallstones

in addition to your routine antenatal applications.

2,500?

It comes complete with an 8GB SD card,

curvilinear probe,

plus automatic software updates

and your choice of stand.

I'll need to talk to the other partners.

OK. Well, the full specs are in here.

If you want to place an order today,

I can give you a 10% discount.

Call me.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Well, that's enough about my plans for this place.

Tell me something about you.

I like reading.

I like a good book myself.

What are you reading at the moment?

Er...The Secret Agent.

I bet that's about a secret agent.

Yeah.

So, Josh, do you have any catering experience?

No.

Oh, I mean...

Ha...a bit.

Let me show you the kitchen area.

I've managed to negotiate a 10% discount

IF we commit today.

We're two partners down, in case you hadn't noticed.

If you agree, I'll get hold of Zara and Heston.

I'm sure they'll go along with anything that we decide.

It's a good product.

It comes highly recommended. It's got a guarantee...

It looks expensive, even with a discount.

How does it stack up against the competition?

You have investigated the market?

-It's a good deal.

-In comparison with...?

You've seen one product from one manufacturer.

We can't make a decision based on the sales patter

-of one single company.

-But...

Give me a short list of three and I'll think about it.

-OK. Hand 'em over.

-Uh... I can do it.

My precision instruments, my operation.

Fancy going for a pint later?

I'm always up for an ale, you know that.

Right, there you go, Tom Cruise circa 1986.

Shall I see if Niamh is free or do you want to ask her?

Why Niamh? Why do you automatically have to invite Niamh?

I just thought you were mates, that's all.

So did I. I was wrong.

She's ruined it.

How?

She baked for me.

Oh, yeah. I can see how that's a problem(!)

I should have learnt my lesson after Jas.

The job entails food preparation

as well as serving customers occasionally.

Nothing fancy.

Sandwiches.

Making teas, coffees.

And, of course, you'll be handling cash.

Don't worry, the till does all the hard work.

You enter each individual item,

the cash tendered,

and then press "total".

Here's your chance. The muffin's £1.50.

Oh, er...

-Thank you.

-Thanks.

You have to enter the sum tendered.

TILL BEEPS

Um...

-Don't worry.

-No, here, sorry.

Shop!

Dr Tyler, there is no need for such juvenile behaviour!

Uh-uh-uh. Dereliction of duty.

I have not deserted my post.

I was simply taking advantage of the lull to contact a friend.

Hm, well, lull's over.

Ha-ha...

KNOCK AT DOOR

Yes.

Didn't you get my message?

OK, we're not the cheapest product on the market

but there's a premium on quality,

plus our customer service is second to none.

The decision is out of my hands.

If you'll allow me to speak with your partners,

I can address their concerns directly.

I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me. I've got a meeting off-site.

I'll come back later.

That won't be necessary!

PHONE RINGS

-Hiya.

-'Hi, it's me.'

I was just wondering what you're doing tonight.

I was thinking of getting a takeaway and stuffing myself silly.

Well, if you are at a loose end, fancy coming out with me and Emma?

Cos I'm moving back in with Rob tomorrow

and we're just going out for a few drinks.

Ah, I'd love to. What's the plan?

There isn't one, really. I've got the day off

cos I've got my packing to do

and I should be finished by the time we go out.

Actually, I know a great place. Way better than a couple of drinks.

Sorry I'm late. Meeting overran.

How did it go?

So you made the sale?

-I've got a presentation with the partners this afternoon.

-Really?

Have you ordered?

No, I was waiting for you.

Um, so I've made you a couple more appointments.

I can do my own cold calling.

-I want to help.

-Have you been smoking again?

No. Andy, you know...

Can we get some service here, please?

Have you spoken to Irene?

She called the house a couple of times today. Your phone was off.

I was with a customer. How she ever made area manager, I'll never know.

-But have you spoken to her?

-Can we just forget about it?

Come on, let's celebrate.

Oh, just a cheese baguette, please.

And a bottle of champagne.

But you're driving.

A couple of glasses of bubbly won't hurt.

If you lose your licence, you'll lose your job.

Why are you always so negative?

I've been thinking about what you said about Niamh

and the cake and that profile stuff.

Why would you do that, unless...?

Please, Jimmi, just leave it.

I have no interest in revisiting that whole weirdness.

There's nothing weird about it. Perfectly rational explanation.

She's got the hots for you.

All right. Let me clear it up for you.

A woman like Niamh Donoghue would never and will never

have "the hots" for someone like me.

OK?

Sorry, I didn't call sooner.

I was busy trying to flog your vastly overpriced equipment.

In fact, I'm about to close a sale now, so please don't call.

And rest assured, I will condescend to show my face

when I'm good and ready.

Howard. Howard!

I've had a word with my boss.

I'm able to offer you a 15% discount

if you sign the contract this afternoon.

Did I not make myself clear earlier? And it's MR Bellamy.

I appreciate you've got others to convince,

so I've cleared my schedule for the next couple of hours.

I'm sure your partners will be on board

once they've seen the product.

As I said before, if we intend to proceed, I'll call you.

You'll not get a better offer.

If you'll allow me to speak to a medically competent person

-I'm sure they'll back me up.

-Please leave.

That's typical of the NHS - penny-pinching managers

making life-or-death decisions

based on cash flow and ignorance.

HE PUNCHES BUTTONS

HE SIGHS

Irene Watson, please!

-Cheer up. It might never happen.

-Andy, you got my message?

-Yeah, all five of them.

-I've been looking for you everywhere.

Irene rang the house again.

I've had it up to here with that whiny control freak.

-She's your boss!

-Not any more. I'm dismissed with immediate effect.

-Beer, please.

-I knew this would happen.

Are you trying to say...?

Are you trying to say this is my fault?

No, it's just...

Forget it.

She...she said some horrible things about you.

That you insulted some clients...

-And you believe her?

-Of course not.

The partners at the Campus Surgery were really impressed with my pitch.

The practice manager signed up on the spot.

I call Irene, let her know. She fires me.

-Why, if you made the sale?

-To steal my commission.

-You can't let her get away with it.

-I'll slash her tyres.

You need to speak to the sales director.

She is sleeping with him.

Will you get paid anything at all?

How are we going to cope?

I've got another position lined up.

One of Hewett's competitors called me a couple of days ago.

I'm going to drop by their office now for an informal chat.

Even if you get that job, Andy,

it'll be another month before you get paid again.

The job's mine. And don't worry about money.

There's a couple of grand left on the credit card. PHONE RINGS

I got to go. See you at home, OK?

Hello.

VOICE MAIL: 'Please leave your message after the tone.'

Can I help you?

My name's Lucy Couldry. I'm here to see the practice manager.

What can I do for you, Mrs Couldry?

Will you cancel your order for the scanner?

My husband's moved companies and he can get you a much better deal.

I didn't buy a scanner.

Well, perhaps one of the other doctors...

Nobody in the practice has bought anything from your husband.

But he said that his boss was out to steal his commission.

If he didn't make the sale...

We decided to investigate other options.

I'm sorry. Sorry. I've just been under a lot of stress lately.

We had a notice to quit from our landlord.

And now Andy's lost another job.

Another job?

His fourth in six months.

He's been fired four times in six months?

He's had some terrible employers.

-Hm.

-You think he's lying?

-Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

-He was just trying to protect me.

I spoke to his boss earlier. She thinks he's a fantasist.

No.

Has his mother died recently in a car accident?

No, she's still alive.

Mrs Couldry....

He told me she was dead, too, when we first met.

OK.

And then two weeks after the wedding,

she came to the house asking why she hadn't been invited.

When Andy wouldn't let her in, she became abusive.

The neighbours called the police and she was taken away.

What happened?

She went back to hospital.

She has mental health issues.

Andy refuses to talk about her. I can't push him...

I'm afraid he'll fall apart.

Mrs Couldry, are you concerned for your husband's mental health?

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Yeah.

Drinky poos?

Why the devil not?

Great. How about Ozzies? Meynell Street?

Really nice cocktails.

There's that other place on Meynell Street. New Moon.

I've had some cracking times in there.

New Moon closed about two years ago.

You need to get out more, old man.

-Good, I've caught you.

-Can it wait till tomorrow?

-I have a distressed woman in my office.

-Hi, Mum.

-Is she ill?

-She's concerned about her husband.

Tell her to come back during surgery hours.

It's a mental health issue. We need to deal with this.

She's married to the ultrasound salesman

and his behaviour's been downright odd.

OK.

So where are we going?

Baker's Arms. Cab's on its way.

You're kidding me? The Baker's Arms is a complete dive.

Maybe, but the beer is great.

As long as it's not too hoppy.

I don't like it when it's hoppy. I like more body.

SHE SIGHS

Mr Bellamy tells me that you're concerned

about your husband's behaviour?

What about it worries you, particularly?

Our lives are disintegrating.

We're drowning in debt.

He should be worried sick, but he acts like there's no problem.

He insists everything's fine, but he can't hold a job down

for more than two weeks.

-Why is that?

-It starts off well.

He's enthusiastic, great ideas.

And then one day he comes home and it's all over.

I think I can shed some light on his employment problems.

According to his area manager,

he's an arrogant, deceitful know-all.

Superficially charming,

but rude and abrasive the moment he's challenged.

And that chimes with everything I've seen today.

Sales people aren't known for their shy, retiring personalities,

and he certainly wouldn't be the first person to bend the truth.

He told one of his customers

he invented the ultrasound while he was at uni.

Eh...OK, how does he respond to these setbacks?

There was a period last year where he got so down

he wouldn't even speak to me.

He barely ate.

He wouldn't leave his bed for days.

I was afraid to leave him by himself.

-Depression?

-He didn't speak to a doctor.

I think perhaps he should.

But he's not depressed now - quite the opposite.

Your husband could be suffering from a serious mental health disorder.

-No.

-OK - Lucy,

I think it's really important that your husband sees a doctor.

Oh...Mr Robson!

Did you...did you get my messages?

Yes. Yes.

I just wanted to wish you well...

And...

I am sorry if I upset you yesterday. I apologise.

I shouldn't have gone off like that. I...

So...how was your interview?

I got the job. My first shift is on Monday.

I knew you would. That is very good news.

-Is it?

-Well, of course.

Of course, yeah.

Put the flags out. Mrs Tembe got her charity case a job.

You are not a charity case.

I arranged things but you did everything else.

No, I was pathetic.

He gave me the job as a favour to you.

-That is not true.

-You want to know the truth?

It was humiliating.

I didn't even know what to say.

You know, I couldn't use a till.

My hands were shaking the whole time.

Everyone gets nervous in interviews.

But I wasn't nervous, I was scared!

I mean, like, sick-to-my-stomach scared,

and for what?

Some stupid, unpaid, nothing job.

HE SIGHS

Daniel Granger. Thanks for coming in.

-My pleasure.

-Please take a seat.

Before we get started I wanted to let you know

-I can offer you even better terms...

-Can I stop you?

Hear me out, Howard.

I know you had an issue with price. With that in mind

I can let you have my demonstration model for £1,400 cash.

-Cash?

-That's £1,100 off its retail value.

Andy, we'd like to propose something to you.

-You won't get a better deal.

-This doesn't involve the ultrasound.

Andy, are you registered with a doctor?

What? No.

You'd be very welcome to register here.

I'd be delighted, as soon as we've completed this sale.

We won't be buying anything tonight.

If cash is an issue, I'll accept a personal cheque.

Everyone should be registered with a doctor.

Only sick people need doctors. I've never been ill in my life.

That's not my understanding.

-We've spoken to Lucy.

-She's very worried about your health.

Well, if you've spoken to my wife,

then you'll know that she's highly strung, neurotic.

Her imagination often runs away with her.

DOOR OPENS

Andy...

Mr Robson...

Are you all right?

I was having a word.

This is good. Give Him your troubles.

Why do you trust me so much?

Why would you sit in a deserted church with a convicted rapist?

You said it yesterday.

I believe in you.

Why?

There are two different types of people in the world.

Those who want to know...

..and those who want to believe.

Nietzsche said that.

He didn't believe in God.

Or morals.

We are our deeds.

Lucy, we're leaving now!

-Please let the doctors help.

-There's nothing wrong with me.

Starting rumours I'm not right in the head -

how's that supposed to help my career?

It didn't look like it was going well.

How dare you judge me, you pompous prat?!

You're not doing much of a job here anyway.

This whole building reeks of smoke.

-Andy, it doesn't.

-What kind of medical practice is this?

-You can smell smoke?

-He's always accusing me of smoking at home.

And is the smell constant or does it come and go?

What are you trying to say? I'm imagining it?

Olfactory hallucinations can be a symptom of other conditions.

I'm not hallucinating.

-Did you smell smoke when you were depressed?

-Yes, he did.

I've never been depressed!

I know what this is. You want to lock me up!

-Andy, will you please calm down?

-Don't tell me to calm down!

You're having an affair, aren't you?

Which one is it? Is it him?

Is it both of them? How long has this been going on?

-Your wife's trying to help you.

-That's a joke!

She's a crazy slapper, just like my mother.

# Looking for love... #

LOUD MUSIC

Oh, I've never done a karaoke before. Is this champagne?

We couldn't send you off with any old plonk!

-LAUGHTER

-Come on.

Thank you!

Wow! Do we get all this to ourselves?

Yeah.

LAUGHTER

Well, I would like to make a toast.

To Karen and the adventures of...

Karen.

Steady. You don't want to start your new life with a banging headache.

It's my hen night. I will be married and sensible tomorrow.

You're not having second thoughts?

No.

Absolutely not. I am ready for this.

Scared, but ready.

Well, you're a lucky girl cos he is obviously a lovely guy.

He is. To my man.

-To Rob.

-To Rob.

OK, Andy, let's discuss this calmly.

Lucy mentioned that your mother has some mental health issues.

Yeah, she's manic depressive. What's that got to do with me?

I was just thinking that it must have been very difficult for you

coping with her illness.

You don't know anything about it, you nitwit.

Twit, twit...

I'm concerned about the state of YOUR mental health.

Manic depression, or bipolar as it's now known,

can run in families.

I'm nothing like her!

OK. I'd like to get an expert opinion.

I can arrange for an appointment with a specialist.

There's nothing wrong with me.

All at sea.

-With treatment, Andy, you can have a normal life.

-Normal!

You're wasting your breath.

In, out...

Andy! Stop him!

I don't have the grounds.

What is that?

That's mania. But it's not sectionable in my opinion.

-You have to do something!

-I can't.

I can't intervene unless he poses a threat to himself or to others.

I can encourage him to accept help, but beyond that...

I would suggest that you look at getting support for yourself.

LAUGHTER

I'm not singing that one. I'm not singing that one!

Oh...karaoke's a hit. She's so happy.

It's amazing what a fresh start can do.

Hmm. So, are you sad about splitting with Adam?

Well, you know, it was...

It was fun while it lasted.

And...well, the yoga was good.

But you're not sobbing into your pillow every night?

Uh. No, I am embracing my new-found freedom.

Freedom. I wish I could see it like that.

But I don't feel free, I just feel lonely.

Oh, Niamh, I didn't realise. I'm sorry.

-Guys, guys, guys...

-Hang on, hang on.

-Guess what.

-What?

-I'm going home tonight!

-"Home", home?

-Yeah. Soon as I finish this.

-Does Rob know?

-I'm going to surprise him.

Is that a good idea?

I love this one!

MUSIC: "Total Eclipse Of The Heart" by Bonnie Tyler

CRIES OF "NO" AND "Yes"

-SINGS TO MUSIC:

-# Turn around

-BOTH:

-# Every now and then I get a little bit lonely

# And you're never coming round

# Turn around

# Every now and then I get a little bit tired

# Of listening...

# Turn around... #

It is late. I should go.

Wait. Wait.

Look, I'm sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me today.

You've been so kind.

And...and I need this job.

Well, yes.

Well, yes, you do.

Mr Robson, this will take you out of yourself.

What I said... I-I...

I didn't mean to...

You're not at risk.

I mean, not at all.

Gosh, I can't thank you enough.

You're helping me turn my life around.

You've made me realise something.

I can be friends with a woman.

At least an older and a respectable woman.

You have no idea what that means to me.

SHE LAUGHS

HE CHUCKLES

Sophia Martez.

-Recharge your batteries.

-For what?

Oh, Karen.

Good luck.

What do you want, Daniel?

What if she crashes into someone?

What if she causes a motorway pile-up?

What if she kills a child?

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