Flashpoint Doctors

PHONE RINGS

Just give us a minute.

BABY CRIES

Yeah?

It is, yeah.

Yeah. Sorry about that. Yeah, it's fine, just a couple more days.

Well, I am going to settle it, aren't I?

Friday. That's when I'll have it.

No, of COURSE I can't do it today.

No, no, you can't charge me any more.

I'm going to get you the money...

Oh...!

BABY CRIES

How about the software?

I've put the disc in three times. And it's still not recording?

Intelligent Video Surveillance, that's what it says on the box.

But it's about as intelligent... Sorry. Hi, I'm supposed to be waiting for some test results

for a Mrs Cynthia Abel.

I'll be back in an hour.

Mrs Tembe?

Oh, I am so sorry, Doctor MacPherson. I was miles away.

Anywhere nice?

To tell you the truth, I have been helping to organise a dinner date.

For two friends. For tonight.

No, no, they are very well suited in many ways.

They have had a difficult time and they both deserve some happiness.

Well, best of luck.

Er, you don't seem to think it is such a good idea.

No, it's just that I did the same thing once.

You did? Mmm. I set it all up, a lovely evening. Perfect.

And?

Disaster.

Oh, I am very sorry to hear that.

Complete nightmare. But don't let that put you off.

No, not at all.

I am sure it will all work out splendidly.

KEYPAD BEEPS

Sorry, mate.

Uh-huh.

Blue jacket. 'Number?' Three seven nine two.

'Three seven nine two.'

RAP MUSIC

# I hit the dutch, blow smoke out Music and laughter

# See us in the coupe flying past you... #

Kevin, just one question. Is it medical, by any chance?

What if I reset it completely from scratch?

I'm really busy. How would I do that?

Heston, why do you think I'd know how to do that

any more than you do? Well, you're young and gadgety.

Right. In a good way.

OK, then. Here's an idea, just something you could try. OK.

You turn it off, right? Completely.

At the wall? That's right. And then, you turn it back on again.

Thank you very much.

What happened?

Ambulance, please.

So what's she like, then?

The lovely Erica? Oh, you should get on like a house on fire.

Really? Right up your street. Why's that, then? Well, she's young. Professional.

Enthusiastic.

Is she? Ooh, yes. To a fault.

Here she is. Ah, PC Jameson, this is Special Constable Bellamy.

Howard. Run far?

Only 7k. I was late getting out of the gym.

So was Howard. Or was that the pub?

Thanks for that, Sarge.

Nah, I just like to get the endorphins up before a shift.

You know, helps the focus, sharpens the senses.

I'm just the same, only it's a fry-up with me.

Hey, you should try it.

See you in ten. Make that eight.

You've no idea who he is?

No phone, no wallet.

What is the world coming to?

Heston, are you all right?

I'm fine, thank you.

Don't you think he seems a bit...

Obsessed? Off-colour.

Do you reckon? Mmm.

PHONE RINGS

'Mr Robson?'

Hi.

How are you?

'Yeah, I'm fine.'

Are you looking forward to this evening? Your date?

Well...it's just a meal and a quiet chat.

'No last minute nerves?' Ha! I've got loads of those, to tell the truth.

'Oh, no, you should not worry.'

Well, hardly the world's most eligible bachelor, am I?

I am sure you will both get on like a house on fire.

Miss Hill is such a nice lady.

Yes, I'm sure she is.

'Well, I wish you both the best of luck.'

Thanks, Mrs Tembe. As always.

Yo, Kyle!

All right? Did it work then, the number?

There you go, son.

How much did YOU get, then?

Seriously, mate...

Hey! Who's taking the risks, eh?

Eh?

That's right.

It's just, er... Well, I owe out, mate, don't I?

And they keep ramping it up every week. Who does?

I don't know. Doshdealers.

Say what? Dot com off the telly.

What, them with the little bunnies?

I think they're monkeys.

Are you stupid or what?

I know, I know. It's out of control.

You should've come to me, mate!

I swear.

Monkeys!

Well, you'll just have to get us some more numbers then, won't you?

The poor man. He is lucky to be alive.

Trauma to the head, cracked ribs, broken jaw.

A sustained assault, then.

And in broad daylight!

But you didn't witness any of that.

No, I just saw the woman helping him. Mrs Goulding.

Did she leave any details?

Yes, she did. Don't worry, I've got it.

Sorry?

I'm the one getting paid for this, remember?

25 Yardham Road, Letherbridge.

What were you doing there in the first place? I just went to get some money out. Phone number?

Zero, seven, seven, double zero, nine, double zero, four, six, one.

I'd steer clear of that street, if I was you.

Were there any other witnesses? It's not the first time it's happened there.

Sorry, could you check if there's any news on the victim?

Yeah.

Probably better from the car.

Thank you.

And the victim was still unconscious when you got there, yes?

RAP MUSIC

Off you go, then, lad.

Muppet!

KEYPAD BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

'Honestly, Look at some of these... people. In their...tracksuits.'

Not "track" tracksuits, but - you know!

Can in one hand, cigarette in the other.

Uh-huh. I just think, at least if you got dressed...

I've done a bit of road work myself. In the Army.

Really?

20, 30 miles, full kit.

Yeah.

I mean, it's not THAT efficient, though, is it?

I mean, for a man of your size.

Hang on, hang on!

Oi!

SIREN

ROMANTIC MUSIC

Oh...hi. Hi.

You found it, then?

Wasn't too much trouble.

Come on the bus?

No, I just walked.

Needed time to think.

Not that daunting a prospect, I hope?

Well, I'm not used to all this, you know.

Being wined and dined on a Tuesday night.

Or any night, come to think of it.

Let me take your coat.

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

Thanks.

Well, this is amazing.

I don't think I've ever seen the place look so nice.

No? Or smell. It's lovely. What is that?

Oh, it's just, er...it's African, as it happens.

Wow. Really?

Yeah. Thought it'd make a change from scones and carrot cake.

I'll just hang this up. Thank you.

RAP MUSIC

What are you like? I could've done three of them by now.

Oi! What the...? What's he doing?

Go, go, go!

Ah, what! Kyle, you...

Go round this estate!

SIREN

Don't move. What? I didn't do anything, did I?

What am I supposed to have done? Save it for the station. You OK?

I didn't do nothing! I am arresting you on suspicion of robbery.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence if you do not mention

when questioned something that you later rely on in court.

I'm sorry. I've got a confession to make.

Well, go on, then. How bad can it be?

This is all courtesy of Mrs Tembe.

What is?

Everything. The food, the wine, the recipe.

I don't understand.

I haven't got two pennies to rub together, I'm afraid.

Oh, I see. But I will pay her back as soon as I'm on my feet.

You don't mind, then?

Of course I don't, silly! Been there, done that!

It's a bit embarrassing, though.

No, don't even think about it. It's gone.

Here's to Mrs Tembe.

Mrs Tembe. She is such a gem.

I don't think I've ever met anybody quite like her.

The hours she puts in at this church.

She's a saint, bless her.

There's poor old Mrs Atkins. Just lost her husband.

And who was the first one round to see her like a shot?

I could imagine.

Sorry, shall I?

Please.

Thank you.

I was just getting some dosh out, that's all. Where was your card, then? Must've dropped it.

Along with your phone. Very careless.

Doesn't mean I robbed no-one though, does it?

What was it, broken jaw, three cracked ribs?

Who?

The last victim. Same cashpoint. When?

About three o'clock this afternoon. Nah, you're lying.

And why would we do that?

No way. Not me, mate. Course not.

I swear, I've never laid a finger on anyone. Ever.

No, you're just marvellous.

I'm telling you! I couldn't even do that. I swear.

On my kid's life. Mind your head.

On my daughter's life.

No, just listen to me, will you?

Where did you...? I was just...

Sorry, after you.

So how about...films?

OK. OK. What's your all-time favourite?

Er... I think mine's Titanic. Did you see it?

No. Not all the way through. What happens at the end?

Sorry.

I used to love going to the pictures.

Getting there early so you could see all the adverts.

Big tub of popcorn.

Funny, really, cos it's the only time you only ever eat popcorn.

I wouldn't touch the stuff anywhere else, would you?

I'm afraid it's mostly been TV for me of late.

Still, this is nice, though.

You sure?

I mean, it's not much of a night out, is it?

No, it's fine!

It's just...

It's been such a long time since I could just...

..be with someone I liked.

Could talk to. And...

And trust.

Should be ready by now.

What do you reckon? He's part of a crew? How do you mean?

Well, he's getting the numbers and passing them on.

What makes you say that?

He hardly fits the description, does he?

Oh, I don't know. He's tallish, grey hooded top.

They all wear grey hooded tops. I know. It goes with the tracksuits.

He hardly had any money on him. What, 63 pence?

Yeah, because I'm skint.

Shut up. All I'm trying to say is...

And all I'm saying is, it's not your job to question him now.

It's not even my job. And I get paid for this.

Yeah, you said!

He'll give it up soon enough.

What if he doesn't? What if he's too scared? Of who?

Of the type of people who beat somebody half to death.

You did just see that bloke he was about to rob, didn't you?

Of course I did. That could've been anyone, you know.

Yeah, I... It could have been your nice Doctor MacPherson.

I mean, she said it herself.

You wouldn't have liked that, would you?

So put your violins away, will you?

These people are all the same.

You know what, I think I'm going to walk. Keys are in the car.

Jog if you like.

It's called palava.

That's a funny name.

It's Mrs Tembe's favourite.

Mmm!

What d'you think?

It's lovely.

Josh?

You know you said we should be honest?

Well, d'you mind me asking - are you all right?

You seem a bit nervous.

It's been a long time for me, too.

You can talk to me, you know.

About what?

Anything. Anything at all.

I know it can't have been easy.

What's that?

Well, you know...

Prison?

Yeah. Well, then say it. It's fine.

Look, I just want you to know that whatever happened,

it's all in the past, as far as I'm concerned.

I mean, we've all made mistakes, haven't we?

Some of the things that I've done in my time!

I mean, just stupid things really, like you do when you're young.

I could die sometimes when I think about it!

I dyed my hair blue once, just to be like...I can't even remember!

And I had this shiny top.

I used to put it on under a jumper so my dad wouldn't see it.

I mean, I call it a top, it started up here and it finished down here.

It nearly crushed me half to death!

You haven't got at clue, have you?

You haven't got the first idea.

You know, what I did. What I really did.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Sit down. But thank you anyway.

Well, go on. Mmm? Have a guess.

Well? I don't know.

I'm a rapist.

Please.

Please. I want to go.

Don't hurt me. Please.

You know, I told her I couldn't do this.

But no-one ever listens!

Callum Bennet, Sarge.

Ah. What have you done this time?

Hanging round the ATM on Bardsley Street, weren't you, mate?

Clocked us and took off like a shot. Why would he do that?

Gave us a nice little run-out, didn't you?

Where's Howard?

Ah, he's on his way.

Right, let's get you checked in.

PHONE RINGS

Mrs Tembe!

Right, all done. Interview room, please.

Come on, then.

PHONE RINGS

Yes, Howard.

Sarge. Bardsley Street.

Have you got the times the cash was taken out?

Er...Yep, somewhere.

'Yeah, well, I think they're going to match these calls'

from Callum Bennett's phone, within a couple of minutes.

Yeah, found them. Go ahead.

'OK. Today 15.10, yesterday 12.52, 17.27.'

And does the name Kyle F ring any bells?

Callum? Where've you been, you...? Did they catch you?

Kyle Felton. Ah, you...!

Gerroff!

I'm arresting you on suspicion of robbery.

You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention

when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

He's up to his eyes in debt, apparently.

Borrowed 200 quid off a shyster to buy a buggy.

Now he owes a grand. That doesn't make it right.

No, it doesn't. We'll talk to CPS.

Let go of me! Stinking pigs!

Mr Felton, fancy seeing you here.

Get off of me! You've crossed the line this time.

House was full of them.

Full house, eh?

You...! What've you been saying?

Nothing. Nothing! Denzey, lock him up.

You're dead, mate. And your missus!

I didn't tell them anything!

He didn't say anything.

Nice one, Howard. Brilliant. Come on.

Oh, look, a grey hooded top.

Well done.

Thank you, Mrs Atkins.

You're welcome. Thank you. Thanks for today.

Now, if you ever want to talk...

Thank you.

Mr Robson?

Just how stupid can you get?

I am sorry?

Did you even think, just for one minute?

What are you talking about?

Or are you getting some sort of thrill out of this, is that it?

So who's this? Somebody else's life you're going to try and ruin?

Don't listen to her, love, whatever you do.

Please, stop! She's sick in the head!

Will you please just go inside?

No, I'm fine.

Well! I hope you are pleased with yourself.

That woman is in mourning!

You've really no idea, have you?

About what? Anything!

You set me up with some lonely, desperate, sex-starved...

Do not talk about Miss Hill like that.

You set her up on a plate.

Like a lamb to the slaughter!

What have you done to her?

It all came flooding back, thanks to you.

All that stuff.

All that filth,

all of it that I've been fighting for years and years.

You did not hurt her? Please do not tell me that.

I was thinking about it, believe me.

But you overcame that.

Just listen to yourself, would you?

Talking positives!

I could have hurt that woman.

And been thrown back into prison, for God knows how long.

And it would've all been your fault.

I told myself - take it nice and slow.

To get to know her.

But there she was, practically begging me.

What did you think would happen?

They were right.

I can't have a relationship.

I can never go near another woman again.

But who did I listen to?

You!

You - filling my head full of fairy stories

when you should have just let me die.

But what gives you the right, eh?

What gives you the right?

You think you can solve all the whole world's problems, don't you?

Just by being nice. Being hopeful. Well, you can't.

You stupid, stupid woman.

You see, you've done more harm than good.

And do you know why?

Because you're just a sad, silly, deluded little fool.

Who knows nothing.

SHE SOBS

"Death to false metal, babe." That's always been our motto.

Where do I fit into all this?

Judas Priest!

How could he have lied to both of us?

Listen, Heston. I'm sorry about being so short with you yesterday.

I just had a lot on. It's all right. We all have our moments.

Ready to ride the lightning?