Moving In Doctors

-Jeanette, are you not with us this morning?

-I'll be with you in a bit.

Oh. Well, don't worry, we won't start without you.

And two to the left and two to the right...

Morag, put in a little bit of effort. Slack stays slack!

Morning, Doctor.

Hi there. I thought I was in here today?

Oh, no, here we are 9.30 sharp every Thursday.

Bending with Barbara. It is logged in the diary.

And again, two to the left, two to the right.

OK, I'll just find somewhere else.

No, Dr Granger. Come on through, you're very welcome. Come on.

Keep going. That's it.

I did say 9.30 sharp, but we had a bit of an issue this morning

with timing, didn't we, Jeanette?

We'll soon be finished, though. Right.

Well, I'll keep out of your way while I'm setting up.

Keep up the good work.

Oh. And shimmy.

And then arms and legs together.

And remember, the only stretch marks here are the good ones!

Mrs Wilkinson, are you the first?

I don't know, am I?

Actually, I wanted a word with Barbara.

Well, she's a bit busy right now.

Why don't you come in and have a seat,

and tell me how you're feeling?

Well, as good as I can be. It's a man, have you heard?

No. What?

Moving into Joyce's old place.

It's a man!

Oooh!

Morag! Morag!

And thank you very much, team. See you at 9.30 sharp next week?

And not too much in-depth research at the cheese counter, Jeanette!

How's the dizziness?

Oh, I'm over that now, but it was definitely the lamb that was off.

So did you know about this?

What's that?

Well, you being on the steering thingy. Is he fit?

-Ah.

-There's such a shortage of men round here.

It's just been woman after woman for months!

Well, we don't get involved with the resident selection, I'm afraid.

The good news is, your blood pressure is back to normal.

I do want you to continue with the hydration solution.

Do you have enough for now?

Oh, yes, Barbara got me some more last week.

Ah. I'm glad to hear she's looking after you.

I haven't known her that long,

but she's a good friend and very generous.

Yeah. She's certainly added a bit of energy to the Village.

The Christmas party was quite lively.

Yes, sorry about that. Had too much to drink!

Morning, boys and girls.

Can I help you?

Which one of you lot's called Barbara?

-That's me.

-Ah. Thanks for the gift.

-Oh!

-I haven't had a drop of whisky since I last got out.

Got out?

Of prison.

Might as well get it out in the open.

We'll get to the bottom of this, Mr Willis, I promise,

and give my regards to your mother.

I hope France is working out for her.

Dr Carter, Mrs Miller says that she will have to leave shortly.

Yes, yes, yes.

You are running a little behind.

I'm well aware, Mrs Tembe. I will get to her when I do.

Thank you.

Is Heston often that snappy?

Well, we all have our own way of coping under pressure, do we not?

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Niamh, have you sent that referral for Mrs Mason yet?

Shush!

Didn't see her there, sorry.

Ooh. Oh, must have dropped off.

Feeling rough?

Mm, awful night.

-I can't believe he's making you come in.

-Oh, no, he's not.

Actually, he's been quite flexible on the hours.

I shouldn't come in if I'm not feeling up to it.

That clearly means we can cope without you today, then, Valerie.

No. I'd rather be here than sitting at home with my own thoughts.

There you go.

Do you want a cuppa?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

So, how are you getting on with the bucket list?

Well, organising planning stages, really.

I'm going to have to wait to see a doctor

before I can go ahead with the tattoo.

And I am completely stumped on how to do the magician's assistant thing.

-I might be able to help you out there.

-Really?

Yeah, Al has a mate who's a magician. You could have a chat with him.

He can point you in the right direction.

See you later.

Of course it's not a problem, but keep it to yourself.

I'm not shopping for everyone!

Oh, hello. I was wondering if you fancied a cuppa maybe.

Oh, that's a lovely thought, doll, but I'm just going to crack on.

Oh, right. I could pop over for a catch-up when you're done?

-Oh, maybe later, yeah?

-OK.

-Bye.

-Bye.

I hate to say anything, I really do.

But I am very panicky and very uncomfortable and

I just don't want to go under again, like I did when my husband died.

Well, surely the panel have assessed Mr Wallace as a suitable resident.

Well, he is not Willow Downs material.

And what is Willow Downs material?

You know. It isn't Cell Block H.

I've had some horrid experience with crime,

stuff I do not wish to talk about in public,

so if it came from you...

I really wouldn't know what to say.

I'm sorry you feel this way,

but maybe you just need to see how it pans out with Terry.

In the meantime, if you have any real concerns then perhaps

you should approach the management discreetly?

No. Thank you for your time.

Oh, if you're making?!

Oh, course.

Are you back on track?

Sorry?

You were behind with your consultations, I heard.

Oh, I'm fine now.

Look, I'm sorry about earlier, I had a run-in with a ridiculous doctor.

That's why I was running late.

My patient clearly needed a C-section

and he insisted on giving her a lifestyle analysis.

Let me guess. Was it Mr Webb?

No, new bloke from Newcastle,

thought he was an expert on my job as well as his own.

-Oh. There you go.

-Thank you.

-Oh!

-Is that too strong?

Never ask anyone to make you tea.

They'll never make it the way you like it.

Right. Back to the grindstone.

Oh, hello, this is Barbara McQueen here.

I have just had your reminder letter about the ground maintenance.

Yes.

Yes, I am so sorry it's late, but...

Oh, yes, of course. I will see to it immediately

and I can deal with that. Not at all. Thank you for your patience.

I will see to it pronto. Thank you so much. Thank you. Goodbye.

Oh, my word.

I can't actually believe it.

I am so excited!

The costumes, the sense of danger, the glamour.

It's something I have been itching to do for a very long time.

And to be honest, Debbie McGee is one of my all-time heroines.

What?

Yeah. It's at the top of my top three.

So if you could sort it out, I would be ever so grateful.

Valerie, I've got no idea what you're talking about.

Niamh said you've got a friend who could saw me in half!

HE SIGHS

Tell me more.

Mr Wallace, are you there?

Mr Wallace?

It's not just a matter of calling him up

and saying, "Hey, my mate fancies giving you a hand."

Why not? Cos I'd be brilliant.

You're not qualified, Valerie.

Qualified? I just want to be the glamorous assistant!

Those assistants or box jumpers are highly qualified people.

They have to squeeze into tiny spaces.

It takes years of training.

They also have a very high level of flexibility.

Be honest - would you say at the moment you are cut out for that?

I thought they'd brighten the place up a bit.

Very generous of you.

You've got it looking lovely already.

Joyce had it a bit more froufrou.

-Joyce?

-The one who lived here before you...sadly...

See, that's what I need. A bit of background.

It's my first proper place since...

Prison?

No, since my wife passed on.

Oh, that's sad.

How about a little drink to celebrate?

-No, I can't.

-Yes.

-No, I shouldn't, because I've been quite unwell.

Just a medicinal one?

Oh. Why not? Just to be neighbourly!

Bottoms up.

So, are you here on your own, too?

Yes, widowed several years ago. Steve.

Married 42 years, then he goes and pops off on the lav.

I didn't notice for several hours,

because, you see, he used to go in every morning with the newspaper.

Ah, sad.

And Mrs McQueen?

Yes, she's widowed too, last summer. Phil.

Oh, it's all death, death, death, isn't it?

I didn't get to know him and Barbara moved in here after he passed.

-Anyway, time to have some fun now!

-Yeah!

I just can't find the envelope with the money in it, anywhere,

and I needed it to pay a bill.

Someone must have got in.

When, though?

Some time this morning.

You need to call the police.

No, no, no. We want it dealt with the powers that be here.

I think we both know who the culprit is.

Who?

Mr Wallace?

Yeah, well, why don't you do something about it?

It's not really up to me.

But he's affecting the health and welfare of all the residents.

I'm a nervous wreck. And as for Connie...

She's round there now, knocking them back.

Who knows what's going to happen?

And I couldn't bear it if I did nothing.

-Knocking what back, exactly?

-Oh.

KNOCK

Yeah?

I thought we were going for lunch?

We were, weren't we? I forgot.

Well, we can still make the restaurant.

Well, I don't think there's enough time now.

Well, I'll get something in.

Well, I'm sorted.

-Right.

-Why don't I just see you in the staffroom?

OK.

Mrs Wilkinson, if I could have a word...

Hello, again. Fancy a drinkie?

Have you drunk all that?

We were just getting to know each another.

It's really not very sensible to drink so much

when you've been feeling unwell.

Didn't want to be a party pooper.

Hasn't he got it looking lovely?

-Can you get me some water?

-Yes.

OK. Here we go. Take this.

That's it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

She really shouldn't be drinking. She should be taking it easy.

What's this?

-I dunno.

-It's addressed to Mrs McQueen.

-She had some cash go missing earlier.

-So?

-Well, what's it doing in your bin?

-Are you accusing me of something, doc, without any proof?

I'm just saying that it's weird that it's turned up here, isn't it?

You're a clever bloke, doc. You work it out.

What's so engrossing?

That's unbelievable! That makes me so...

What?

"Woman spends thousands on multiple facelifts to satisfy her man."

Fascinating.

Fascinating in that she was encouraged to do it.

Well, the man clearly has control issues.

Which man? The husband or surgeon?

Are we back on to controlling doctors again?

No, we're on to get rich greed.

-Can we just have lunch?

-Why don't you want to talk about it?

It's just some nonsense in a trashy magazine.

Really? Would it be nonsense if it was about you?

Well, I wouldn't be stupid enough to have a facelift.

Right, so she's stupid, is she?

I wouldn't be cajoled by what other people say.

No, as a surgeon you should be able to hear the desperation.

Can I enjoy my ciabatta?

As health professionals, we should take notice of what's being said...

Depends what it is.

I think that we can all learn a thing or two from cases like this.

We should all take time to analyse how we work.

Sometimes, intelligence comes across as arrogance.

Are we doing a 360-degree appraisal today?

If you can't take criticism every now and again,

then maybe you are in the wrong job!

Yes, and if someone forgets a lunch date,

maybe one shouldn't arrange another one.

Excuse me. Thank you for the company.

It's been fascinating.

I'm not comfortable with this.

-Are we having a party?

-Oh!

I just wanted you to clarify something for me.

Is this what you were talking about?

Oh! Where did you find that?

In Mr Wallace's bin. It was empty.

I knew it! I hate to be proved right.

-What did the warden say?

-I haven't spoken to her yet.

-Why not?

-Because I didn't do it.

Didn't do what? What's going on?

I didn't steal her money.

Oh, no, Barbie! Who would have done that?

Him, clearly.

Well, I don't know about that.

You're in and out of people's places all the time,

making sure they're OK.

Perhaps you could have mislaid the envelope here?

This is absurd! Come along, Connie, let's get you home.

Then why are you so keen to get Terry out?

Yeah, why, Barbie?

I'm not listening to this.

It's not about the money. You can forget about that.

Then what is it about, Mrs McQueen?

Come on.

Come on, let's see you home.

Careful as you go. That's it.

Just when I had the chance of romance...

Don't be so silly!

..you snatched it away!

I didn't do anything!

It's a very serious accusation to make if it's not true.

Afternoon!

Why don't you speak to the warden?

I don't need to. I'm not taking it any further.

Can we slow down?

Oh, come on, Connie, we want to get you home.

Where's your key?

What are you afraid of? Being exposed?

Exposed?

Oh, ignore him.

Key?

I can't find it. Ooh, I'm not feeling too clever.

Let's get you into Mrs McQueen's.

My place is in a bit of a mess.

What you doing there, Valerie?

Er, nothing, just dropped a pen down the back.

Do you want a hand?

No, no, I'm fine. Got it.

-Oh, did you talk to Al?

-About?

The magicians thing.

-Oh, no, it's not important any more.

-Oh.

I'd better crack on,

don't want everyone to think I'm completely useless.

Oh, just a minute.

That's it, one foot in front of the other.

Mrs McQueen, she needs to lie down.

Yes, that's all right. Just straight through there.

Ooh, Angie's back from one of her trips, lovely!

That's my niece, she's a stewardess. It's duty free.

Let's get you sorted!

I think it was all that fresh air!

Sorry to hear about Phil.

-Who?

-Your husband Phil, Philip.

These look familiar!

Do you mind?

I didn't put two and two together until she called you Barbie.

Could you leave that alone, please?!

That's a lot of duty free, isn't it?

It must have rubbed off on her, from her husband,

the best fence in the business.

What, so all this is stolen goods?

No! No, no. Well, I don't think so!

OK, I think it's time that you started talking straight, don't you?

Yeah, maybe you should.

Well, I found them. After Phil died.

There was a whole stash of stuff in the lock-up. It was all he left me.

So you thought you'd just carry on the business?

No, no, no, no. I was just trying to get rid of it.

-So no flying niece?

-No.

Passing it off as duty free? Brilliant!

I just had to try and make ends meet.

I didn't want to, but I had to. He left me with nothing.

So all this nonsense between you and Mr Wallace?

He knew my husband. He's an associate.

So you recognised him

and thought he might interrupt your little enterprise?

No, I was ashamed.

I was ashamed of what my husband did.

Do you really think I would have grassed you up?

You forced my hand.

I'm so sorry. You don't have to say anything to anyone, do you?

What about?

Your dodgy past or the fact that you've wasted my entire day?

Oh, I know I did it all the wrong way.

I do know that.

I was just trying to forget my past and what Phil did.

This is hardly forgetting your past, is it?

I had to, doctor. I had to save myself.

I had nothing - he left me with nothing!

The house had gone. I was penniless.

I don't think anyone knows what this life cost me.

Or maybe what you've cost yourself?

Do you mind?

Probably best if you left us to it?

Yeah.

Good luck with the new place!

I'm going to have to start all over again, aren't I?

I'm so sorry I put you in that awkward situation.

I just panicked.

It's terrible when you see your past come up to smack you in the face.

And what about all this stuff?

I'll get rid of that, I promise.

And after that, I'll ring the management

and hand in my notice here.

Hm.

So all this neighbourly concern, about the other residents

and their wellbeing, that was rubbish too?

Oh, no. No.

-But this, this has got to stop.

-VOMITING

Take care now. Bye.

Hey, Ali Bongo!

Don't you start!

You've got to be seriously fit to be doing that stuff.

Is that what you said to Valerie?

And supple. And not an amateur.

So you let her down gently, then.

Of course.

I found her trying to squeeze herself into a cupboard earlier.

She really wants this.

It's not as simple as she seems to think it is.

The thing is, she's our friend and our colleague,

and she has cancer.

And she's always wanted to be a magician's assistant.

So why don't you help her instead of showing off?

-Gotcha.

-Oh!

Going somewhere?

No, no, I'm disposing of it.

Where to? Back at the lock-up?

Mr Wallace. Terry. I want to apologise for what I did.

I feel really awful about the way I treated you.

And I am sorry. I am truly sorry.

So, where are you off to?

I have apologised and explained to Dr Granger

and he understands the things that I was forced to do,

and he's leaving it where it was.

So you twisted him round your little finger?!

And I also understand why you would want some sense of justice,

wanting to spread it through the Village.

Why would I? Honour and all that.

But I'm not a thief.

Save your flannel, doll. You got away with it, well done!

It would be a shame to pull the plug on your little venture.

It needs to be a little slicker, and more secure.

And 60/40 split, my favour.

Call it 50/50 and you've got a deal.

Ah.

KNOCK

Yeah.

You haven't got a minute, have you? My phone's been playing up.

I'm not very technical, so why don't you try Al?

Oh, I thought you would be.

And why would you think that?

Well, you just seem the type that knows everything.

Well, I don't.

No. Fine.

Ruhma, why have you have been provoking me all day?

I hadn't realised I had been.

You invite me to lunch, you ignore me.

You keep putting me down.

It feels like you're doing it on purpose. Are you?

I can see that you're busy.

It must be a bit of a readjustment -

going from practice manager to receptionist?

Three young women abducted off the streets,

all within a mile of the town centre.

I could have ended up with a class A creep

if Karen hadn't gone all Sherlock on the Internet.

I know I'm meant to be brave, but...I've never been this scared.