Where There's Hope Doctors

Heston's right, Mrs Tembe would be perfect.

The sooner the better.

Who's going to ask her?

You're the ladies' man. Coercion's your department.

She'll bite our hands off. You know that, don't you?

Oh, goodness! Good morning. Am I late?

-No. I was just up, so I thought I'd come in.

-Ditto. How was your weekend?

Well, I spent most of it in church just trying to make sense of it all.

It's hard to take in.

Hm. Well, it is good that Dr Donoghue is with Dr Reid.

Apparently, she is not sleeping or eating.

She's still in shock.

Yes.

I have managed to book a locum.

I have tried to keep the bookings down to a minimum.

It will be busy, but I'm sure we will cope.

That's wonderful, Mrs Tembe. Now speaking of which...

Now as you are both here, I would like to make a suggestion.

Perhaps we could have a book of condolences around reception?

So many people loved and respected Mr Bellamy,

it would be a good way for them to focus their feelings.

Super. Spend what you like.

Right. I have taken the liberty.

Lovely. Mrs Tembe, we were wondering if you would consider...

Yes, yes of course. As you are partners,

of course you should sign it first.

Right.

I will leave you alone.

The buzzing's driving me nuts. I can't sleep,

so I'm tired all the time,

and I get these headaches...

Hello?

Yeah. Um... Your eyes are pretty bloodshot.

Look to the left for me. To the right. Left. Right.

You have a heavy night?

Went to this sonic gig.

What's your diet like?

A few too many ready meals, maybe.

On average, do you drink every day? How much?

One or two pints. Bit more on the weekend.

Well, everything seems pretty normal.

I'm going to suggest you take a paracetamol,

avoid the mosh pit, drink less, eat better and eating better

means fresh veg, high quality protein and try and get some sleep.

That's it?

We'll do full bloods and renal,

liver and thyroid function if you're worried.

Well, I need to check my jabs are up-to-date, anyway.

Um, well, I think he'd prefer donations to flowers.

Do you want a cup of tea? Oh. Sorry.

Saskia, I'm going to have to have another think about it,

so I'll call you later, all right? OK, bye.

You OK?

Yeah, just Howard's sister, wanting to know

if there was any hymns or readings he'd have liked.

It's nice they want to include you.

I couldn't think of anything.

We didn't really talk about that stuff.

Why would you?

It's funny, isn't it, the things you don't know.

You knew him better than anyone.

Please. Spare me the platitudes.

Sorry.

-Take care.

-Thank you.

-Everyone is commenting on the book, Dr Granger.

I'm sure they are.

It is going down very well. Such touching words.

This one, for example.

"A wonderful person, caring and always reassuring. Irreplaceable."

He was a lovely man. It's going to take time to adjust.

Yes.

I just wanted to say,

what a wonderful job I think you did last week.

-Holding everything together...

-Oh, no, no, no.

I was really in quite a bit of a flap.

You'd never have noticed.

She was magnificent, wasn't she, Jimmi?

Oh, brilliant. You're going to make the best practice manager.

What? No. It is unthinkable

and totally inappropriate.

You're fully qualified. You've covered for Howard several times.

Yes, while he was away on holiday. This is very different.

You'll soon get the hang of it and we'll support you all the way.

Absolutely not.

Why don't you just give it a go for a few days, Mrs Tembe?

Please, do not ask me again.

Excuse me.

So much for your schmoozing.

You steaming in there didn't help, did it?

We'll have to get the big guns involved.

Zara?

Heston.

Hi, Dave.

Yeah, I'm fine, just been a bit busy.

Packed your wet-suit and grundies?

You'll find this wicked rashie on Underwateronline.

You're joking!?

I thought they had funding?

They will reimburse us for flights, right?

Look, I've got to go. Sorry.

Oh, I can do that, if you like.

I'm perfectly capable of making a cup of coffee, thank you.

-OK.

-I'm not going to shatter into a million pieces.

All right.

I'm sorry. Why didn't I ask him about those things?

Because you didn't need to.

Seeing you together these last few weeks, you were both so in tune.

If I hadn't insisted on keeping the baby secret,

and if I'd taken better care of myself,

maybe I wouldn't have miscarried

-and Howard wouldn't have been so stressed, and...

-Emma.

You know as a doctor that if it hadn't been now,

-it would have happened some time.

-Exactly.

I'm a doctor! Why didn't I take care of him?

Why didn't I make him go for tests?

Just stop thinking like this. There were no indicators.

Aneurysms are notoriously difficult to predict.

And you know what, Howard was responsible for his own health,

and he'd have been the first to say that.

I let him down.

No, you didn't.

I did. I was selfish.

Even during all the Sam stuff, I kept him hanging on a string.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

And even after Sam died, I was so wrapped up in my own grief.

I took it for granted that he'd always be there for me.

There were plenty of times you were prepared to commit and he wasn't.

At least he had a good reason.

What?

He'd been hurt before.

We've all been hurt before.

Howard had a daughter.

He...had walked away from his baby daughter.

Right, OK, what are we doing, then? Liver, thyroid...

Nothing too drastic.

You been a bit tired?

You OK?

What? Oh. Yeah. Yeah.

Just gutted this field trip's off.

Was going to be amazing. Marine life of Tanzania.

Oh, seriously?

Yeah. Funding fell through, like, half an hour ago.

Bummer. You could have brought me a conch shell back.

It's that kind of eco-vandalism that's destroying our oceans.

Yeah. Of course.

Right, shall we have a look at these veins, then?

How do you do that?

Dunno. Bit worse for wear at the time.

Doesn't hurt, anyhow.

Well 'ard.

Makes a change from most of my patients flinching at needles.

At least you won't need any jabs, eh?

Actually, you're up to date. Yeah. You'll need a hep B booster

in six months, other then that you're covered for five years.

OK.

Sharp scratch.

Amazing colour, isn't it? All that life, pumping round you.

I don't really notice any more.

OK.

OK. There you go.

Don't worry about the plaster. It's fine.

It must have been so hard for him to have absolutely no contact.

Awful.

But he thought it would be better

for her to totally invest in her new father.

Clear-cut, honourable. Classic Howard.

Well, I need to tell her. Invite her to the funeral.

Are you sure?

Well, he'd want her to at least have the option.

The address must be somewhere in his house.

Is this such a good idea?

I have to face it some time.

Yeah, but not today.

Well, the funeral's in two days. What do you suggest?

OK. I'll come with you.

Fine. Whatever.

Argh.

Argh!

Argh.

Oh.

Didn't realise anyone else was here.

If you're in pain,

you've probably got a UTI from all that partying you've been doing.

What partying?

Pop upstairs, we'll do a dip test, prescribe some antibiotics.

Look, I know how to look after myself. I'm not an idiot.

You have more than enough experience,

and we know your qualities.

I am easily manipulated, apparently.

You are personable, organised...

Oh!

Oh, my goodness!

Oh! He has not completed the funding application to the CCG.

It is due in today!

I will go and find it...

You see. This is it, precisely.

You're on top of everything and you have a solution.

I'm sorry?

We need your strength and calm.

It would be too unsettling to introduce someone new at this stage.

Everyone is so upset.

No, this is unfair. It is a conspiracy.

Staff love and respect you.

And above all, you know our idiosyncrasies.

I am happy to lend a helping hand

and I'm flattered that you think I can do this.

But honestly, Dr Carter, I do not think I can.

Mr Bellamy was a consultant, on the board of the PCTs.

I do not want to let anyone down.

You wouldn't.

Please. No more.

Not even for a short time? An interim period?

Mrs Tembe?

Very well. For a very short time.

But do not expect me to fill his shoes.

Cometh the hour, cometh the woman.

It's quite dark. You're probably dehydrated.

If you go on a bender make sure you drink plenty of fluids the next day.

I do. Usually.

And it's normal.

I haven't been sleeping around, if that's what you think.

A UTI isn't sexually transmitted. Could be a low immune system.

Whatever.

We'll just do another sample and we'll send it off.

Whooo. What about the tinnitus and headache?

Why aren't you doing something about that?

Unfortunately, there's not a lot we can do about tinnitus.

There is a new drug, but...

They're both going to probably fade in the next few days,

unless you go on another bender. If they don't, come back in.

"Come back in a few days." The new cure-all.

Hey, hey, hey, are you all right?

I got up too quick.

No, roll your sleeve up.

Come on, roll your sleeve up...all the way.

Ooh! That's nasty.

I caught it on a pan. It's fine.

-I'll dress it for you.

-You're OK.

It might get infected.

That's pretty normal. Nothing drastic there.

Sorry. For snapping.

Just feel a bit rubbish at the mo.

Any particular reason?

Feel tired and angry all the time.

Just, you know, what's the point of everything,

the world's going to stuff you anyway.

Well, the amount you're drinking wouldn't be helping that thinking.

It's a few pints a week. I'm not an alcy.

I just feel crap.

Cheers for nothing.

Conflict, resolution, objectives.

Number one, get them in the same room together.

Two, preferably not knocking each other out.

Three, seek a solution that is a win-win for both sides.

You make that sound so easy, Mrs Tembe.

Mrs Tembe, are you OK?

Yes, yes. I am fine.

You don't look it.

I have just been into Mr Bellamy's office.

I'm going to miss him so much.

Yeah. We all will.

That's why it's so important we find someone to replace him.

All right, stop. I've already spoken to Dr Carter.

I'm going to do it, temporarily.

Thank you, Mrs Tembe. You'll be brilliant.

I do not share your confidence.

Ah, see that's one of your many fine qualities - humility.

I have to do interviews as soon as possible.

Also I'll have to get in touch with the recruitment agency.

You're a tough act to follow.

First I will have to get in touch with Mr Bellamy's many associates.

I do not even know where to begin.

Keep it simple.

You did Luke Turnbull's bloods, then?

Yeah. Why?

I overheard him in the loo earlier having trouble peeing.

I dragged him in for a UTI,

and he got properly arsey.

Aw, he's all right. Just miffed about a cancelled field trip.

-That's all.

-He didn't like being told he drinks too much.

He's a student. It's compulsory,

although he should take a bit more care of himself.

You see his right arm? Nasty.

I put a dressing on it for him.

Oh. Well done. Left, actually.

Nice juicy vein.

No, it was right.

Oh, goodness!

Dear Lord, please take care of my dear friend Howard

and give me the strength and guidance to continue his work.

Good afternoon. This is Mrs Tembe from the Mill Health Centre.

I am very well, thank you.

I'm afraid I have some very sad news.

Stop it, stop. Stop hurting.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

Right arm.

Hello?

Oh. Hey, Luke. It's Dr Haskey

just ringing to see if you're all OK?

So, are you OK?

Luke?

What do you care, Dr Do-little?

Well, I'm a bit worried about you, to be honest.

Yeah, right. Calling me an alcy, with the clap.

I don't think those things.

I think that you're feeling a little bit low. Am I right?

Well done, Sherlock.

Priceless.

Look, Luke... Don't take this the wrong way.

But those burns on your arms...

-What?

-Are they self-inflicted?

It's all right if they are.

Why don't you come in and have a chat with me about it?

I'm here now or we can make an appointment.

Look, Luke, it's going to be all right. I promise.

Whatever it is, we can sort it out.

I can't.

I can't do it any more.

It's too late.

What do you mean, too late?

Luke, have you taken something?

Keep up with the programme. Self-medication.

Isn't that what it's called?

Call an ambulance to Luke's address ASAP -

attempted suicide by poisoning.

I'll keep him talking.

Say again, mate, what you been up to?

OK, so, where do you want to start?

Do you want to start in the kitchen? Or upstairs?

I don't feel well.

Luke, you are going to be fine.

Just you keep on talking to me, yeah?

It's the headaches, the ringing in my ears, the flashing lights.

They won't stop.

When did they start?

What's the point? Not even going to flaming Tanzania any more.

Tanzania? Wow, I thought it was just the Lake District or something.

Um... Luke, you had jabs last May.

Yellow fever, hep B... but no anti-malarials.

Were you going travelling?

Africa. All summer.

Did you buy anti-malaria medication?

Did you buy a medication called...Cortiquine?

Yeah. Online.

And you continued it for four weeks after you returned, didn't you?

Course.

And you've started taking it again in preparation for Tanzania,

haven't you? In fact, all in all, you've only had two weeks off it?

I'm going to go now. I'm tired.

No, no, no, no, Luke, do not hang up on me!

Depression, disturbed hearing and vision, self-harming -

they are all possible side effects of the drug Cortiquine.

But they tell you to take it!

I know. But those symptoms are a known association for those with a pre-disposition,

especially if the suspect has been drinking excessively,

which you have.

Mate, I'm so sorry.

I've been too preoccupied. I should have seen the connection earlier.

Is that what it is, really?

Almost certainly.

Just don't take the pills any more. I've called an ambulance.

It's going to take a while for the pills to leave your system,

but you are going to be just fine. I promise.

I just want to be me again.

You will be, mate.

Is that a siren I hear? Is the ambulance there?

SIREN

I think so.

Yeah.

You stay on the phone until you've let them in.

Can you do that for me, mate?

Yeah.

I'm scared.

-Have I messed up my liver?

-Mate, don't worry.

I will come and meet you at St Phil's Hospital.

Listen, you are going to be OK.

Sometimes life doesn't seem to make any sense, but it is precious

and it is worth fighting for.

This looks promising. Was her name Bellamy?

Sullivan, I think. Sullivan.

Amelia Sullivan. 26 Pemby Close, Lancaster.

That's the area where he said she was living.

OK.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Right, let's go to Lancaster.

Whoa. You can't just rock up on the doorstep

announcing the father who walked out on her has died.

It's too traumatic.

Right, well, I'll phone her mother. What's the number?

You're not ready for this.

Well, she needs to know. He's her father.

I know, but now is not the time.

But Howard wanted to put this right.

I have to put this right for him.

And we will.

Emma, you've been through this massive emotional

and physical shock.

You have to stop coping and organising everything.

You need to look after yourself.

I thought we were going to bring up our baby together.

I know.

I think it is important we have experienced staff on reception.

-Yes.

-It is difficult.

I can't stop thinking about Howard. She's so unmoved.

You are under arrest.

I called Amelia.

Oh.

I know, I know.