I Got Up Doctors

-You're looking perkier this morning.

-Really?

Yeah, definitely got more colour.

-Typical.

-Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Not just when I got in with a new doctor,

and how stressful is that, trying to arrange an appointment around work?

Now I know how our patients feel.

Until you've walked a mile in someone else's shoes...

Which practice did you go with?

Rose Walk in the end. They were the only one... What?

Just nurse's gossip. I'm sure it'll be fine.

No, you're right, I am feeling much better.

MUSIC: Firework by Katy Perry

-SHE SINGS ALONG WITH THE RADIO:

-# Shoot across the sky

# Baby you're a firework

# Come on let your colours burst

# Make them go Oh oh oh

-# Shoot across...

-Today!

-What?

-The class.

Tomorrow, silly.

# Boom boom boom. #

The calendar's wrong.

What? No.

What if it puts people off who really need, you know, antibiotics?

It's just a conversation starter, you know?

What's that about, they say,

and you tell them how easy it is to sign up online.

Just a few clicks, Mrs Smith, and then they can have a certificate all of their very own.

But aren't there some conditions that get worse if they're not treated?

Yes. My neighbour Ethel, she suffers terribly with her allergic rhinitis

and her GP wouldn't give her antibiotics,

so she ended up buying them online.

You can't even treat allergic rhinitis with antibiotics

and in any case, of course, I would never advocate that...

Mrs Tembe. HE LAUGHS

-It came to me last night.

-What did?

I always find my best ideas float to the surface last thing.

What floated to the surface?

Oh, yeah, my idea.

E-mailing the whole patient database and asking them to become

Antibiotic Guardians.

E-mail the whole...

I got it, I got it. HE LAUGHS

Thank you.

-Dr Vere.

-DR VERE CHUCKLES

Dr Vere, as much as I applaud your commitment...

DR VERE LAUGHS AGAIN Crosswords!

..I cannot sanction unsolicited e-mails to all our patients.

-Surely in this case...

-No-one likes to be spammed.

Too much Viagra and PPI.

-Yeah, but this isn't strictly...

-No.

Naturally, we will support you in all your other efforts

and if you need any help, please just ask.

Thank you, Mrs Tembe, that would be...

..be really helpful.

'You've got yourself muddled again.'

-Jase found the letter.

-'What letter?'

-From the hospital.

-Not enough for the taxi.

Please, Mum, it's really important.

No, no, no, I'm about to start work, love.

If we're not there, we'll get into trouble.

Look, just calm yourself down, it's a mix-up.

Mel?

Mel, I don't want you going off on...

Bus, then.

Two buses - we won't make it.

We'll have to. Come on.

Let's get your coat on. There we are.

Oh, the bag!

We'll miss the bus!

They do say that blue is calming.

I was thinking more of a statement colour.

Yeah, but red for danger.

Is it too aggressive?

Well, it's a bit...

-..snappy, perhaps.

-Really?

-Al?

-What?

For the awareness display, is red too aggressive?

Mate, you are wasting your time.

No campaign - even if it is a red one -

is going to make the slightest dent on the superbugs of the future.

Yeah, but if everyone took that stance...

Sidney, just resign yourself to the fact that this

form of the human race is ultimately doomed.

Oh, Dr Haskey.

Perhaps, yeah, after all, the-the blue, yeah.

Bursting Sid's bubble again?

Just letting a little bit of air out.

Having said that, I'm not completely against his awareness dealie.

Oh, not completely?

Well, if it cuts back on the timewasters,

-then he can put balloons wherever he likes.

-Timewasters?

Yes, Valerie, timewasters. The, er, worried well.

If someone comes to see me with a tickly cough, I send them

straight to a pharmacist. I've got better things to do.

Harsh. Although some of them do just want a chat,

which isn't actually fair on those who are actually sick.

Exactamundo.

Miss Pitman. Now, I know that we agreed that you would have

-a couple of hours off...

-Yes.

..but I need these reports typed up before tomorrow.

-Well...

-Excuse me.

There are a lot of distractions today,

so, please, if you could postpone your plans...

Of course. Mrs Tembe, if I'm needed here then I mustn't desert my post.

Thank you, Miss Pitman.

-It's a matter of priorities, Mrs Tembe.

-Indeed.

It's gone. I made us late.

Please, could you help us, by...

If we're not there...

It'll be-it'll be all right, Mel.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hello, it's Jason. We didn't forget.

Hello, Jason.

Are you all right?

We don't know when's the next bus.

Is Mel with you?

Yes. There's been a mix-up.

We're trying to get to class.

'Don't be cross.'

Jason, no-one's cross with you.

Just tell me exactly where you are.

Fountain Road, number 38 bus stop,

near the chippy across the road.

Yeah, I know it.

Right, I'm going to be about 15 minutes.

You stay there, OK?

She's coming. Thanks, Ruhma. Bye.

OK, bye.

We're going to make it.

DOORBELL RINGS

Amelia.

Come in.

Oh, I don't want to disturb.

No, you're not at all. Please come in.

This won't take long.

Well, look, come-come through.

-Bump was on the wrong day.

-What bump?

On the calendar.

But we found the letter.

Getting good with his reading.

I couldn't read the buses.

No-one can read the bus timetables.

-You did the right thing by calling me.

-Thanks.

-Come on.

-Right.

I'm sure I've got some biscuits here somewhere.

I'm not really on top of the household at the moment.

You know when some things just seem so unimportant. Oh!

I can imagine.

Here they are.

And they're even in date.

Oh, please don't bother.

I'm afraid they're only plain.

Not for me, thanks.

Right.

-Amelia.

-Emma.

I'm sorry, I was just going to say,

I'm really glad that you've reconsidered.

Reconsidered?

Yes, your inheritance.

Oh, no, I haven't changed my mind about that.

Oh.

No. I came to ask...

Well, I'm here because I'd like to spend some time in Howard's house.

There will be crying, yes,

but there's nothing wrong with that.

Your baby is communicating with you.

So if you've changed its nappy, fed it and it is still crying,

what you might try and do is... Sorry, Mel?

-It might want some cuddling or some jiggling...

-Yeah, absolutely.

-..because of being in here.

-Yeah, that's right.

Hiya, Bev. Do you want to just come in?

-Sorry.

-That's all right.

Erm, excuse me.

Careful.

There we are.

I've been worried sick. I cancelled my shift and all.

-Sorry.

-Didn't answer your phone, did you?

-Are you all right, Bev?

-Yes, thank you.

-OK.

So we've been discussing the first few hours and weeks

when a baby arrives home.

And now, as promised, we are going to talk about

-the famous...

-SHE MIMICS TRUMPET FANFARE

..hospital bag.

Please do not worry about what you pack, OK.

If you've got your bags, let's go get them.

The calendar was wrong.

I told you not to mess with it.

Well, look, it's worked out cos I'm here now.

Great, let's get them open, see what you've got.

Did you remember to pack the nightie I bought you?

-Here.

-And the slippers?

Sanitary towels, excellent.

You'll need lots of those.

Yeah, Lola, sometimes a woman needs big pants.

Personally, I wear my pants up to here.

I'm not even joking. I call them granny pants.

Mel?

You forgot, didn't you, love? Not to worry.

Slippers are very good, hospital floor, not so good.

It's what makes you feel comfortable, OK?

So it is your choice.

And if you forget something,

don't worry because you can always fetch it later.

I didn't want to think about this ever again, frankly,

but a friend convinced me.

I'm sorry, I don't quite see how...

Just a couple of days there,

Just to try and understand what makes my...

..made my biological father tick.

You do know that the house isn't as he left it.

Most of his things have gone.

-Oh, I'm not interested in his stuff.

-No, I wasn't suggesting...

Just getting a handle on who he was, that's all.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

-Sorry.

-No, I shouldn't have asked.

No, of course you should.

Well, look, if it makes you feel closer to him,

then absolutely you should go to the house.

I'll tell you what, why don't I come with you? I could show you...

Oh, no, honestly, I'd really rather do this on my own.

Of course.

I'm ever so sorry, Dr Vere's running late.

Apologies, apologies.

-You do know you've got two others waiting?

-I know, I know.

Please, do come through.

-Any sign of Mrs Hall?

-Afraid not.

My second no-show today.

You can have some of Sid's.

If people knew the cost to the NHS of missed appointments...

I know, we should put signs up.

A complete waste of a GP's time.

Yeah, when there are people who are desperate to be seen.

You're absolutely right.

Please tell Mrs Tembe that I really must pop out after all.

Thank you, Karen.

And thank you, Dr Carter.

Erm, don't mention it.

Encourage your partner, any other siblings the baby might have,

a family member, to have a go.

Changing nappies is a time to talk and sing to the baby.

It's a bonding opportunity.

OK? Well, let's go for it.

And do remember, a real baby is a lot messier.

Is that the right way round?

Total control here.

How do you think they're coping?

I think Mel's going to make a very instinctive mum, don't you?

Something wrong, Bev?

-This care plan.

-Yeah?

What happens if they miss more appointments?

I don't think it's going to come to that.

Look how hard they're working together.

Yes, but you won't always be around, will you, to bail them out?

Bail them out?

Well, you know, pick them up, drive them places.

Oh, I see. This morning, that was unusual.

Yes, but it will have been recorded, won't it? Them missing stuff.

Yes, it would.

All I'm saying is, what happens if social services get twitchy?

Look, it's true they'd investigate any concerns

and missed appointments could be a trigger. However...

Look, Mel puts on a brave face, but underneath it all,

she's not that confident

and with her memory problems, she struggles.

Now, I don't want to see her fall apart if...

If what?

If they don't let her keep it.

I think that we should talk about this later.

Look, what you're saying, there is support in place

and I really don't think it is going to come to that.

Jase?

-Talking about social services.

-What?

Might take the baby.

I'm a receptionist myself, actually, as it happens.

I know all about doctors running late,

so perhaps if I just come back at another time...

Miss Pitman?

-Valerie.

-Doctor Hammah. Sorry to keep you waiting.

You're clearly very busy, Doctor,

and I'm really not worth bothering about.

Why don't you let me be the judge of that?

I don't want to waste your valuable time.

But if my time's too valuable for my patients, then I'm in the wrong job.

Come through.

Remember, not all women's nipples are here.

For some women, they're down here.

We're all different and that's what's great.

I think it's really important that you have skin-to-skin contact,

especially in those first few days.

Can anybody remember why? Jason?

I forgot, sorry.

It's OK, that's fine. It's that bonding that we're talking about.

So, if you're having problems feeding the baby,

try getting in the bath together, it's a great idea.

Basically, wherever you are, whatever you want to do,

make sure you are comfortable.

-Come on, Mel.

-She doesn't want to.

OK, so remember,

it is baby to breast,

not breast to baby. Yeah?

Do you see how the baby's mouth goes round the line of the nipple?

-You've got to try.

-It's up to Mel.

Mel?

OK, why don't we have a quick tea break and pick it up later?

Thank you.

You all right?

You wanted to do breast feeding, you said.

She can change her mind, can't she?

Yeah, it's always Mel's choice.

Can't do it right.

Do what right? Mel?

Can't do any of it right.

Come on, don't get worked up. Let's get you a drink, come on.

-RUHMA'S PHONE RINGS

-Sorry.

-I'll talk to her.

-RUHMA'S PHONE RINGS AGAIN

Mountain out of a molehill. It'll be my personal problems.

I don't talk about it much. We all have our cross to bear,

but ever since the break-up, I've barely been sleeping.

How long has sleep been an issue?

I really thought Ashley and I were soul mates.

It's ridiculous really, to get myself worked up into such a state.

I mean, no-one ever died of a broken heart.

Well, there are some poets that might dispute that.

I'm sorry about Ashley.

But the sleep problems, Valerie, how long, exactly?

A few weeks, I suppose.

Probably nothing, everyone knows what a fusspot I am.

And you mentioned swollen glands?

It'll be a virus.

But thank you, though, for listening to all my nonsense.

Valerie.

No, I feel much better actually, having talked it over.

Now I should let you see some really sick people.

Do the doctors at the Mill let the patient self-diagnose?

Sorry?

They let the patients tell them what's wrong with them?

Oh, no.

No, that would not go down well with some of our GPs.

Especially Dr Haskey. He blames the internet.

Well, I must admit, I do like to examine my patients, too.

May I?

Right, that's it. Now, those glands of yours.

Safeguarding's in my mind too, of course.

Two missed appointments.

No, I am not downplaying it.

Look, the point is they are here now, with me.

What? When?

This morning?

Yeah, no, I see. Look, Sarah, I'm sorry. No, I'll catch you later.

Yeah, bye.

They're at the machine.

Bev, what you said earlier...

Look, I got her calmed down. This all got too much.

What did?

Well, this, you know, she sees those other mothers,

she knows they're not... Well, you know.

She worries what kind of a father Jason is going to make.

What happens if there's something wrong with it?

I mean, how is she going to cope?

All new parents, they have the same worries.

Yeah, but most parents can read the instructions on a medicine bottle

and they can remember when the last feed was.

Bev, why did you ring the Family Support worker today?

Why are you asking?

She said that you raised concerns about Mel and Jason,

about their parenting.

Well, I'm her mum, I'm allowed.

Yeah, of course.

Look, I'm just wondering how are you feeling about this baby?

I don't know what you're getting at.

Can't find Mel anywhere.

Any pain in this area?

No, no, it's nothing like that.

-It's not pain exactly.

-Mm-hmm.

What does it feel like?

Sort of achy.

I'm just going to check round your armpits now.

OK.

Is it achy here too?

I'm sure we're well over our ten minutes.

Do you have to keep those doctors in line at the Mill?

Well, some are more thorough than others.

Well, no harm in being thorough, I say.

So, Doctor, how long have I got?

Well, there is some swelling and taking your other symptoms

into account, there could be a number of possible causes,

so I'd like you to have some blood tests with our nurse.

-Tests. What for?

-Well, it could be a straightforward infection,

so, we can get those done right now.

-Today?

-Today.

And I'd also like to refer you to a haematologist at St Phil's.

A haema... What?

Why-why do I need to go to St Phil's? What will they do?

Well, that could involve a CT scan

and they may also take a biopsy.

A biopsy?

That's right.

But a biopsy - that means it could be...

Well, I'd prefer to explore all options at this stage.

-Anything?

-No. I'll check outside.

Will they take the baby away?

Why are you saying that, Jason?

You said about social services.

Oh, no, Jason, no. Nobody wants that.

I tried to sort out the calendar, she wouldn't let me.

Who wouldn't let you?

Bev.

Bev sorts the calendar?

Takes the hospital letters too, in case we lose them.

But you kept that one?

She forgot it.

Right. Come on, down here.

-The nurse can squeeze you in, Valerie.

-Thank you.

And you'll be seen at St Phil's within a fortnight

so we'll speed you through, save you more of those sleepless nights.

I nearly didn't come today.

You know that every possibility's being examined now.

Yes, and one possibility is that...

We can't be sure of anything until the test results come back, OK?

Maggie will look after you, so try not to worry.

-Take care now, Valerie.

-Come this way.

-Thank you.

-BEV GASPS

-Mel!

Mel, wait!

Please, Mel.

I've been looking all over for you.

I just can't, I can't...

Mel.

-Oh.

-I can't.

-MEL SOBS:

-I just can't!

You're still my baby, aren't you, hey?

MEL SOBS

It's all right.

It's all right.

PRINTER BEEPS ANGRILY Come on.

Come on, please, just be nice.

MRS TEMBE GASPS

What on earth..?

No, no, no, it's all under control, Mrs Tembe.

-What have you done to the printer?

-No, no, no, nothing,

-it's just a slight technical hitch.

-A slight...

I want this all cleared up.

Sorry.

Sid, just try and slow down a bit.

I've got so much to do for tomorrow.

-Well, maybe ask for some help.

-Ask who?

You didn't want to do the banner,

survey's gone down like a cup of cold sick, no-one wants to do

the guardian pledge, Al thinks we're all just going to die anyway,

and now Mrs Tembe hates me for breaking the printer.

I've not even started on the display yet.

I haven't even had a cup of tea yet and I'm so far behind with my...

Mrs Pembrooke's here.

..patients.

No-one's interested. No-one thinks this campaign's important.

Apart from that?

It's all hunky-dory.

Mrs Pembrooke, would you like to follow me through?

-Bev!

-Where are they going?

-Bev!

-Hey!

I'm taking her back. She's had enough.

Come back to class, Mel. They won't take away the baby.

If we try, Ruhma says.

-Who are you making promises you can't keep?

-I'm not.

But I see a couple desperate to make it work.

Do-gooders full of hot air.

Who's picking up the pieces when it all goes wrong?

I know that you're scared.

Care plan this, support that. What support?

Ticking boxes so they can say they tried,

before they take the baby anyway.

Who's going to watch her break her heart when it all goes wrong?

Is that why you rang social services?

-Why you changed the calendar?

-What?

Look, I know you were trying to protect her,

and you're taking the decision away from her, but it's not working.

You changed the calendar?

Wasn't our fault, Mel.

Get back in the car.

Get back...

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yes, yes, of course. Right, goodbye.

Ah, Miss Pitman, I was not expecting you to be so long.

Sorry, Mrs Tembe, I had to...

These all need to be input into the database as soon as possible.

Of course.

Oh, Valerie,

Mr Isaac's bloods need to go off urgently.

-Right.

-Thanks.

PHONE RINGS

Mill Health Centre.

-See, I forgot.

-What did you forget?

The slippers, the nightie and the granny pants.

Don't get all stirred up again.

She's got no right to judge us.

Yeah, but you remembered the baby's stuff, didn't you?

It's ruined.

It's a bit dusty.

Sewed all those stars...

..the night before Mel arrived.

I felt the contractions coming and fading and...

And Nan said to take your mind off the wait.

Finished the last one just before my waters broke.

You kept it.

For my baby.

I'll give it a wash. It'll come up fine.

-Mum, I can.

-Oh, let me sort it.

Please, Mum, I can.

We can look after our baby.

She brought the song too.

Check this out.

MUSIC: Roar by Katy Perry

-THEY BOTH SING ALONG:

-# You held me cos I got up... #

First song for baby, this one.

A deserved one, at that.

# I've got the eye of the tiger A fighter

# Dancing through the fire... #

Bev, they stand a better chance with you behind them.

# And you're going to hear me roar! #

You're needed.

I, er...

Wow! EVERYONE LAUGHS

Just needed the magic Haskey touch.

What, to turn it on and off again?

Hang on a minute, Sid is speechless.

Quick, somebody take a photo!

See? We do give a monkeys.

Just not when it's rammed down our throats.

-We're all behind you, mate.

-Aren't we?

Oh, yes, Dr Vere, I am very proud to be an Antibiotic Guardian.

I'm an Antibiotic Guardian.

I'm an Antibiotic Guardian.

I'm an Antibiotic Guardian.

I'm Spartacus.

Al.

I'm an Antibiotic Guardian.

Thanks, Ayesha, and you guys, thanks, everyone.

Ah, I'm glad everyone rallied round Sid in the end.

-Yes.

-Ah, what did your doctor say?

Fuss about nothing, as usual.

Do you really not know who I am?

I don't care who you are.

-I know you - Chloe Grant.

-What?

-What are you doing?

-Well, someone's got to hand out these leaflets.

Answer the questions, that's all.

-Don't give them anything more than they need to know.

-OK.

Look, I've got a patient, but give me ten minutes.

No, I don't want to talk to you.

Trying to make me feel bad about something that happened years ago.

-Hey!

-You don't know what bullying is.