A Quick Fix Doctors

Dr Carmichael. They told me that you were on house calls?

Well, I'm on my lunch break now, such as it is,

-but if you don't mind waiting...

-No, it's not me.

My daughter, she's not well.

-OK, well...

-No, please, it's just around the corner.

Well, then she won't have far to come if you bring her in

-after lunch.

-No, I can't.

I've locked her in her room.

She's a danger to herself.

Heston, any chance of a working lunch?

That sounds like a looming crisis.

I've been talking to Mandy about the nurse work load.

We've been staggering through ever since Chris left,

-now Tash wants to reduce her hours, we need somebody else.

-Yeah, yeah.

-The only thing is, I do have a dental appointment.

-Ah, say no more.

No wonder you look like you're off to the gallows.

I hope it's not going to be that bad.

-Right, I'll put my feelers out and let's chat later.

-Right.

If you feel up to it.

So, have there been any suicide attempts?

No. Uh, no, no, nothing like that.

-Well, when you talk of self-harming...

-No.

Um, well...

GIRL YELLING AND POUNDING DOOR

She's a vampire.

Fancy a bite to eat? Sh! Why are you being a weirdo?

I'm trying to avoid Mrs Tembe.

-LOUDLY:

-Why are you trying to avoid Mrs Tembe?

Oh, hi!

Dr Clay, now, I have been working on these spreadsheets

based on this allowance that we discussed.

Well, comparing the prices, running costs, safety, of course...

I'm really sorry, but I've got to, um...

That serious case conference.

-..go, sort of go.

-Oh.

All right.

So, what is it exactly that makes you think that she's...a vampire?

Hello, Karen. Hi. Yes, I'm just on one very quick extra house call.

With Caroline Simms.

Yes, yes, that's the one.

OK, thanks. Bye.

I don't think she is, she does.

Oh.

Mum!

-Doesn't bite, does she?

-Mum!

SHE POUNDS ON DOOR

Mum!

Mum!

-Who the hell is this?!

-I'm Dr Carmichael.

Doctor. Seriously?

Well, obviously your mum has some concerns...concerns

about your wellbeing.

And I have to take those concerns seriously.

What, so now you want the State to lock me up?

No, but I didn't know what else to do.

You've got no right doing ANY of this!

Taking my laptop, my phone...

-I'm 17!

-Yeah, but I had to do something!

-I could see you weren't right.

-You're not seriously up for this?

I am seriously up for calming this thing down

and discussing it like adults.

Go on, then.

Um, OK.

Do you think...that you're a vampire?

What, just from some stupid website?

More like a vampire dating site,

talking about getting together to drink blood and who knows what else!

-OK, well...

-No, please! You can't just leave me here!

-OK, OK!

She's had me locked up all morning!

OK. I just need to have a quick word with your mum outside.

Listen, I really don't think you can carry on like this.

I know that. That is why I need help.

And whatever's going on in there,

I'm not sure it's really a medical problem.

Perhaps, Social Services?

What? No!

They can help with...difficult situations.

SCUFFLING

Hannah?!

Hannah?!

She's gone!

With my phone!

So, you seem in good spirits.

How have you been since last week?

Yeah, good, good.

I know these early sessions can be a bit difficult sometimes.

Well, not that difficult, I think we made some progress, don't you think?

Yes. And if there's anything you want to re-visit...

Well, it's very useful going over ancient history, but, um...

Historic perhaps, but no less relevant.

Yes, of course, but could we move on to some more recent battles?

Grab the bull by the horns, so to speak.

You're sure this is the right place?

It's the address he sent in the first message.

Doesn't look much like an evil lair.

-Hello...?

-Hannah?!

OK. Make yourself at home...

-Thanks.

-Hannah!

-You haven't by any chance seen a girl anywhere, have you?

-Mum!

-Never mind.

-Mum? Right.

And you brought the poxy doctor?

Actually the poxy doctor would quite like her phone back,

or she might have you locked up after all.

In there...

-We are going to go home.

-Yeah, right!

-Now!

Call me crazy, but I'll stick where there's running water.

At least in prison you get a bucket!

Hannah!

-Just stay out of my life!

-So, you're...the doctor?

And apparently you're the vampire.

Hi.

Iggi.

But actually, my day job is software engineer.

I was a bit surprised to find you up and about in daylight, to be honest.

I do burn easily, but a decent factor 40 works a treat.

Isn't she just a little bit young for you?

Oh, no! No, there's nothing like that going on.

What, so she's just one of your minions, then?

A friend.

With common...interests.

Doomed from the start, of course.

I asked her to move in far too quickly.

Always my problem, going in full-blooded.

There was no sign from Marina of what was to come?

No, she hid it very well.

She knew she had problems.

She went in with her eyes open.

She soon opened mine.

And closed one of them.

-And there were...other violent incidents?

-Yes.

-It must have been a difficult time for you.

-Awful.

Then there was the burglary debacle.

Actually, before we move on to that,

I'd like us to explore your relationship with Marina

a little more.

It seems to have been a very important episode in your life.

Yes, but there are other episodes...

There's no rush.

We can take as much time as you need.

-No, Mum!

-You!

What the hell is the matter with you, preying on young girls?!

You don't know ANYTHING about it!

-I found HIM, all right?

-You stay out of it!

No! YOU stay out of it!

It's my body, and if I want to give my blood to Iggi or anyone else,

I will!

When she did those things, how did that make you feel?

It was a long time ago.

I can't be expected to remember every microscopic

quiver of irritation. I felt

how anybody would feel under the circumstances, I imagine.

Revisiting past emotional experiences,

particularly unpleasant ones, can be painful,

sometimes frightening.

But it is a necessary step to identifying problems

and resolving them.

I think it's a bit late to resolve my relationship with Marina.

Heston, if I came to you, with some life-threatening situation.

A tumour, say.

Wouldn't you, as a doctor, as a former surgeon...

..wouldn't you want me to take your advice and have the surgery

-that could save my life?

-Yes, of course.

So, I hope you'll take my advice now...

..that talking, opening up,

here in the safety of this room,

is a critical part of your healing process.

We can take it as slow as you like.

Small steps if need be.

But you need to take the first step.

I don't know where to start.

What about when you two first got together? How were you then?

Happy.

Probably, the happiest I've ever been.

No, Hannah, you can't be serious?

Don't tell me what I can't do.

No! No!

-Love, please, listen.

-Can we get on?

You're actually intending to drink her blood?

You! You don't lay a finger on her!

You don't get a say!

Do you have any idea of the health risks associated with this?

-Some.

-Apart from the fact that blood is generally more useful

if it's kept on the inside, we have HIV, Hepatitis B and C,

and any other number of nasty diseases.

We may as well throw in rabies, since we're talking about biting.

He's not going to bite me.

Sterile needles, every time,

proper sharps disposal...

and we've both been tested...for everything.

Apart from mental competence...

You act like that makes it OK!

It's no different from your nurses doing it.

My nurses are trained and I don't remember any of them

ever drinking it afterwards.

Hannah, you can't...

-You can't expect me to stand here and watch?

-Then don't.

Didn't ask you here, did I?

-Maybe, it'd be better...

-Surely, this is illegal or something!

-It's not.

-Well, then...

Maybe the police...maybe the police will have something to say.

Yeah, that should be a laugh.

This is NOT happening!

-OK.

-No, it's not OK, we're doing it!

I don't think we are.

It's your place!

Maybe WE should call the police.

Or I could just put the kettle on?

Hannah, please just...just come home.

I'm going nowhere.

What I don't get, apart from you know, any of this,

is what's in it for you?

No, you wouldn't.

-Are you just rebelling?

-No!

It's way more than that.

Like this deep...bond.

Sharing something so...precious.

Part of yourself.

And how do you know?

Cos I've done it before.

And I'll do it again.

It's difficult to know where it started.

We could be doing something utterly innocuous.

Enjoyable, even.

Things happened for no reason.

Was there any...particular...trigger?

A tipping point?

Not really.

It could be anything.

You know what she's like, she's just trying to be helpful, isn't she?

-And she does know her stuff.

-Yeah. There is that.

Maybe you should send her my way.

I could do with an upgrade.

The F-type or the Alfa 4C...

Ah, a car for the A&R man?

Still playing it cool for Poppy?

Just comes naturally...to some of us.

What, stringing along a sweet, trusting girl?

Ouch.

No.

Life in the fast lane for me, so something sporty,

not like the sofa-on-wheels that you're going to end up with.

Can we stop talking about cars, please? I don't even want to buy

a new car, I just said it to cheer Mrs T up.

Ah, mate...

I didn't know she'd turn all Top Gear, did I?

Stringing her along, all sweet and trusting...

Now who's the pot and who's the kettle?

Shut up, it's totally different!

It's just chit-chat.

I'm glad you said that. Hey, Mrs Tembe!

Oh! Eh...

Thank you. Uh...

I hope I am not intruding on your case conference.

Well, I just popped in for a takeaway latte.

Nope, we're all done.

So do you want to tell her or shall I?

Eh?

We're not hurting anyone, doing this.

No.

I'm sure that's how it looks from inside your little bubble.

What I don't get is WHY you're doing it.

He feels...charged up.

A heightened sense of everything.

Alive.

What, so you're one of them now?

Maybe.

That's why I got into the online scene.

This...need.

Something missing in my life.

Maybe today's the day to find out.

I want to take back from you.

Over my dead body.

You can't stop me,

and neither can anyone else.

You know I would if I could...

What?

But, I need it myself.

It's already been a while...

What about what I need?

He can't stop talking about his new car.

He's even thinking of expanding his options into electrics and hybrids.

Well, I will include it in my second draft.

I will leave this for now...

We can talk about it later.

Now, there is an excellent hybrid dealer on the way back

to the campus.

All right. Thanks.

Well, I'll just go.

Sorry for dragging you all over, and in your lunch hour.

I'd rather lost my appetite anyway.

Look, if you can get her to come in,

I'll happily talk her through the health implications again.

But at least she's out of danger for now.

Maybe not.

She took my kit.

I couldn't quite believe it was happening.

Then, after a while, the contusions, the concussion...

lacerations, scalding...

..became difficult to hide.

These physical injuries, they generally heal.

Someone like you will patch us up and, in time,

we can take the plaster off and move on.

Whereas, other injuries may go deeper.

And be harder to see.

Well, I presume so, otherwise I wouldn't be here, would I?

What is this place, anyway?

I'm not sure if it's a squat or what, but it's generally open house,

-for vamp types to hook up.

-I don't care what it is...

..I've just got to find her.

She was always sorry. She was always sorry afterwards.

And then she'd just do it again.

I couldn't understand how she could be so vile to...anyone.

Then what happens? Someone breaks into my house,

and what I did was far worse than anything Marina did to me.

And I call myself a doctor.

Did you talk to anyone at the time?

About Marina or the burglary?

-To friends, perhaps?

-Why would I do that?

Share my weakness with everybody.

Like Dorian Gray, showing off his portrait.

It's hard enough looking in the mirror,

without telling everyone what you see.

Hannah, don't!

-You haven't, have you?

-No!

All right! If you can just not do anything stupid...

-I'll give you what you want.

-No!

Listen, she seems to know her own mind.

Please, there must be something you can do!

Short of wrestling over used hypodermics, which is probably

more dangerous than what they're trying to do.

And then she'd probably just do it later, anyway.

But she just won't listen to me.

What about...her father?

Oh, yeah.

That'd be a trick.

I'd like to see you pull that one off, Doctor.

If he could just see you now...

Well, he can't, can he?

I did try and apologise.

Well, my solicitor talked me into it.

I went into the prison...

and I said I was sorry.

And I was sorry.

But for myself.

For what I'd become.

Don't we all have some point where we snap, though?

It doesn't mean we're violent at heart.

And I'm not talking about blame, I'm talking about unresolved feelings.

You strike me as a man who has always been very capable,

very in control of your life.

I used to think so.

I told you last week that some things hit the strong harder,

and it's true.

You've experienced a series of life events, from losing your son,

to Marina, to the burglary.

And these events have robbed you of the control

that partly defines who you are.

Perhaps Curtis Brown was your tipping point,

and your reaction was an attempt to regain some control.

And now there's a further issue.

Because your greatest fears -

what you did to Curtis,

your dissociative disorder,

even this therapy...

..they all involve you losing control...

..of yourself.

She hasn't...

I think her mind's on other things just for now.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Why would you?

It was six years ago.

Leukaemia.

They tried everything...

Bone marrow transplant?

Yeah.

He was on the list, but they couldn't find a match.

And Hannah was...she was too young.

We couldn't put her through that.

She was only 11...

She's all I've got and I think I'm losing her, too...

Jimmi!

You don't happen to know of any decent nurses, do you?

Uh... Um....

Yeah...no. Well, I'm not sure. I'll have to think about it

-and get back to you.

-Ah, Dr Clay!

Now, I'm glad that I caught you.

Now, I have arranged three showroom appointments for your day off.

An one hour for lunch, and then two hybrid test drives.

Now, you will have to bring your drivers licence,

and proof of address so they can do a credit check.

Now, did you manage to look at the file I gave you?

Uh, no, um, I didn't. No, not yet.

But I was thinking that maybe it would be nice if

-maybe you could go through it with me?

-Yes, yes of course!

Now, the 1.2 I think is not good for you.

I think you'll need a three or a four...

You sure?

OK, well, I'm going to make a move.

Oh!

But I almost forgot to mention,

blood donor clinics

at the community centre,

first Thursday of every month.

Presumably you're interested in helping the living

as well as the undead.

After your dad...

What?

It must have been really hard, not helping when he needed a donor.

No!

I told you, her dad didn't want her tested.

What about what I wanted?!

No-one asked me!

You were too young!

He...

We couldn't make you carry all that weight.

Guilt if you hadn't been a match. Guilt if you had.

We lost him anyway...

I didn't even know I could've been tested till he was already gone!

There was only a very small chance that you'd have been a good match.

-It's complicated...

-We could've tried!

-I did!

But he wouldn't let me.

Look, whatever your motivation is for doing this...

-Shut up!

-..you are not going to bring him back.

-I know that!

You owe me...

-But you're happy enough to take it, yeah?

-Not any more.

What?

What? No...

You've got to. You need it.

You said you couldn't live without it.

You've got to let me...help!

Please!

You need me...

SHE CRIES

I'm happy to admit that all my preconceptions about physco

therapy are hereby dashed.

Well, I'm just here to listen.

You're the one doing all the work.

-So...

-Can I get back to you on the follow-up?

Well, there are still issues to tackle,

-your dissociative episodes...

-No, absolutely,

but my diary's in the office, so, erm, I'll give you a ring, OK?

Thanks.

Right.

I'm sorry I ruined your lunch.

Hey, if you ever fancy a bite to eat...

Not bloody likely!

Is everything all right with him?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

# You must remember this A kiss is still a kiss... #

That's beautiful, but it hasn't helped.

I don't really want to talk about my sister.

Right, sorry, what do you want to talk about?

No, I don't really want to talk at all.

It's not in depth, it's Delibes! Delibes! Oh, it's wasted on you.

Heston!