Junction 10 Doctors

MUSIC: Ooh La La by Goldfrapp

# Dial up my number now

# Weaving it through the wire

# Switch me on

# Turn me up

# Don't want it Baudelaire Just glitter lust

# Switch me on

# Turn me up

# I want to touch you

# You're just made for love. #

APPLAUSE

Welcome. Welcome, everybody.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen of the press

and, of course, Letherbridge FM.

Thank you all so much for coming,

thank you for giving up your lunch time,

and thank you for your generous support.

We have already managed to achieve, through our sponsors,

wait for it, an eye-watering £4,000.

An incredible achievement,

but we are going to add even more to that total by giving you

our blood, sweat and tears in a gruelling one and a half hour

cycling competition between myself, Dr Daniel Granger

and Dr Sid Vere.

Good luck, Dr Vere!

You will see, in front of our bikes, collection buckets.

We'd love you to give generously.

Tweet about us! Get your friends down here

and support this fantastic cause - Hodgkin lymphoma.

If I'm honest, I didn't know much about this disease a few weeks ago.

Now I know a lot, and I can tell you that 80% of people

diagnosed are still alive after ten years.

So, let's raise some money and help make that 100%, yes?

All right, guys. Time to get on your bikes.

Are you OK?

I feel awful.

Don't be. Everyone's glad to be here.

No. I feel awful.

Oh, she's going to sick.

So will these three after an hour and a half of this.

Five, four, three, two, one!

And they're off!

Whoohoo!

Hour and a half?!

Val?

SHE VOMITS

Someone tell Mickey Mouse down here it's a marathon, not a sprint.

Don't worry about him. He'll never sustain it.

Keep it up, boys. Good work.

Ridiculous.

Well, it's for a good cause!

It'll put me right off my focaccia.

-I quite like a man in Lycra.

-Really?

Yeah, not as much as a man in a bowtie, though.

Oh, very funny.

I'm sorry, Sally, I don't know.

I wasn't working this morning. Hang on. Heston?

I'm not here. I'm out to lunch.

I can see that. You enjoyed the concert then?

I'll talk to you later.

I look forward to it.

Who is it?

Nicola Renshaw's daughter. Did Nicola turn up for her appointment?

No, she didn't. I'm off.

Sorry, Sally, your mum didn't turn up. Is there a problem?

I'm supposed to be meeting her and Dad for lunch, but they're not here.

Where are you?

Place we meet just off junction ten.

It's like a touch base. I drive up, they drive down.

'Have you rung them?'

They're not picking up. Something's wrong.

I'm sure everything will be fine.

It's Max's birthday.

-'Oh.'

-They wouldn't miss it.

Um... I'm leaving work soon.

Do you want me to pop in and check on them?

Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you, Karen.

-I'm sure everything will be OK.

-'Bye.'

I'm not depressed. I just feel rough.

Stomach-churningly rough.

Nice.

But I'm taking my mind off it.

What're you doing?

I'm picking songs for my funeral.

What?! Put that away now. Not depressed?

-I put a fiver in your bucket.

-A fiver!

I was feeling generous. Wish I could take it back now.

Well, it's all for a good cause. And it's not depressing.

I've been planning my funeral for ages,

years before I got ill.

The cancer's sort of nudged it up the agenda.

I don't believe you sometimes, Valerie.

It's good to be prepared.

So what's on your list, then?

Take My Breath Away.

Berlin?

No, the Ricky Delaine cover!

How do you know about Berlin? You're far too young.

Top Gun's in my top five '80s films.

What else is on your list, then?

Well, I do have a backup.

Go on.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hello?

Oh, Nicola! Nicola.

Nicola!

Hello, Nicola. It's OK, it's me, Karen.

-Karen?

-Yeah.

Karen.

Are you all right? Sally asked me to pop in.

The door was open. I just... Are you OK?

-Frank's gone.

-What?

I woke up and he went.

He left everything and he's just gone. I've been here for hours.

We're supposed to be meeting Sally.

-Sally's coming up. She's on her way.

-Is she?

-Yeah.

That's good. That's great.

Why didn't you call for help?

Cos I dropped the phone down there. Stupid MS hands.

Oh!

Look, I want you to call Sally now and tell her you're OK.

I'm not OK, though, am I, Karen?

I'm a grown woman sat in my own pee.

I've been here for hours and my husband's vanished.

# Reach for the stars Follow your heart's desire

# Reach for the stars

# And when that rainbow's shining over you

# That's when your dreams will all come true. #

OK, I think the cycling has opened a portal to an alternative universe.

S-Club 7 isn't alternative.

It's about as mainstream as you can get.

It might be mainstream, but it is brilliant.

I am an S-Club convert.

I'm going back to the Lycra. Throw up less.

What are you two doing?

We are planning my funeral. S-Club is part of the plan.

Can I get a rewind?

Are you seriously considering

using the 7 of S-Club as your goodbye to the world?

-Yeah.

-It's her funeral!

Literally.

What, too far, crossed a line?

No, I love S-Club. Besides, they're just my backup plan.

Ricky Delaine is my number one top choice.

-Ricky who?

-Ricky Delaine!

Only the multi award winning Broadway star, West End star

and my absolute all time favourite Raoul.

Phantom Of The Opera.

OK, I've nothing against Delaine per se.

But, come on, Valerie, there are so many artists, so many great songs.

Like what?

-Going Underground by...

-The Jam.

-Smoke Gets In Your Eyes by...

-Platters.

-And my personal favourite - Another One Bites The Dust by...

-Queen.

Can't you two take anything seriously?

No, I don't think so.

This was a grown-up conversation before you two arrived.

You were the ones singing S-Club 7.

Picture this. My friends all gather. Bright colours, please.

No black.

There have been eulogies and stories of times shared.

Nothing maudlin. Just moments of joy.

I might even do a quiz - I haven't worked out all the details yet.

Then, as the coffin goes in - the funeral place near me

does an eco-package - as the coffin goes in,

everyone reads from the song sheets provided.

"There's a place waiting just for you

"It's a special place where your dreams all come true

"Fly away Swim the ocean blue

"Drive that open road Leave the past behind you."

Boom! I am going to have the best funeral ever.

I'm in here, somewhere.

Here we go.

Thanks, Karen.

I wouldn't have wanted Sally to see me like that.

Oh, she wouldn't care.

I know. I just normally... Frank does it for me.

Hm. What's happened?

We've had a row.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

What was it about?

What we always row about - Max.

Immie still talks about him.

It's three years now. And with this...

..it's too much. Frank can't cope.

He's on anti-depressants.

I didn't know.

No, it's all right.

He's done a bunk. I would if I could.

DOOR OPENS

Frank?

I think it's probably Sally.

The calm before the storm.

-Mum?

-In here, love.

Are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Hey, Karen.

-Hey.

Where the hell is he? How dare he do this?

It's been a rough time for him.

It's been a tough time for all of us!

But...he's been working flat out, looking after me.

It's no excuse! It's his guilt and you're paying the price.

-Sally? Let's go and make your mum a cup of tea. Yeah?

-Yeah.

Five, four, three, two, one! Stop peddling!

I am so proud of you all. Thank you so much.

-Who won?

-I don't know.

I believe that they are all winners.

I think we have raised a phenomenal amount of money today!

Mrs Tembe is quite right.

We are all winners,

and so is the charity.

But who'd like to know who really won?

-Yes!

-I loved that. I was listening to Kate Bush!

OK.

In third place with a very measly 46.3 kilometres is...

..Dr Daniel Granger.

-What?!

-In second place... Actually, we're going to skip second place

otherwise it will give away first.

So we'll go straight to first place.

With an enormous 48.9 kilometres,

Dr Sid Vere!

# I'm cycling up that hill Cycling up that hill. #

That's what five years younger does for you.

-Congratulations, Sid.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you to everyone that's given to this charity.

And thanks to Mum for lending me her bike!

Can I take a photo?

Yeah, certainly. Come on, lads, let's have you!

Right. Hang on, hang on. Be strong.

I miss him sometimes, you know.

He's your brother.

He was a pain in the butt.

Well, aren't they all? You should hear Immie about Jack.

But I hated him sometimes.

He didn't mean to hurt you. He was ill.

I know.

And I saw him go through the treatment and I saw him

go through the counselling and I saw him take the pills.

But it just wasn't enough.

Sometimes there'd be a glimmer of the old Max I knew.

The Max that could make me laugh more than anyone else could.

And then he'd just disappear again.

Why are you so angry with your dad?

He let Max down. He let us all down.

How?

That Christmas, when Max turned up unannounced, looking like...

I don't know what.

He had been sleeping rough, and he had been off his medication,

I'm sure of that.

We were all sat round the table, about to pull the Christmas crackers

and Max tells us he wanted to kill himself.

Just like that.

Mum was upset.

I should have hugged him.

But Dad lost it.

He blew up. "How can you think of killing yourself?

"Suicide is not an option. It's immoral. It's selfish."

I can still see Max's face.

He said, "Dad, I can't remember what happiness is."

And Dad said, "It's against God's will!

"You will not bring shame on this family." And he stormed out.

The next day, Max was gone.

He'd taken Mum's sleeping tablets.

He died alone.

Come here, you.

Ooh. Icky moment. Hold on.

You go and rest. I will deal with those in a moment.

I will rest when I'm dead.

Joke.

Valerie, may I have a word, please?

Why?

My office, now.

My pills, Sally. My pills have gone...

What has?

My sleeping pills. Your dad's taken them.

-Why would he do that?

-I don't know.

Well, what do we do?

-Call the police.

-Really?

Ye... Your dad's gone! The pills have gone! Call them.

-Where are you going?

-I'm going to call you if I find anything out.

Yes, hello.

Yes. I want to report a missing person.

My dad. The Reverend Frank Renshaw.

Am I in trouble?

No.

So, what are we doing here?

I've got tidying up to do.

I think you're marvellous...

-Thanks.

-I hadn't finished yet.

-Sorry.

-I think you're marvellous how you're dealing with your illness,

but you're treading a thin line...

What do you mean?

Joking about your death, planning your funeral.

There's putting on a brave face and...

Well, I don't think this is helping.

You care.

Of course I care!

Well, that's lovely. But mind your own business.

Sorry?

Look, I felt really ill this morning

and I'll probably feel terrible tomorrow.

But right now, at this moment, I feel great.

I've had a brilliant day.

The bike ride, the people. It's all a distraction.

And planning my funeral is fun.

It's not like I'm ever going to get to plan a wedding, is it?

You might.

Well, it's not likely.

It's not like I've got a string of men banging down my door, is it?

And if I can't plan my wedding, I'm going to plan my funeral.

And at least I know I'll turn up.

Howard's funeral was very moving.

I wish I'd been there.

-I could have picked up some tips.

-Yes. Don't tell Emma.

No, you're probably right.

Look, just wait, my funeral is going to be amazing.

I'll wait.

Well, you might have to.

CHURCH BELLS CHIME

Well?

£217.53p.

Kerching!

Right, I'll take this to Mr Harker

and you make the tea.

Second thoughts, you take it.

I'll make the tea.

Ginger nuts. Bottom cupboard.

Oh. It's a lot of money in here!

You made today about you, when it wasn't.

It was about the Mill. It was about Valerie.

You're right. I'm so sorry.

You're either part of this team or you're not.

It won't happen again. I promise.

I hope not.

And that stunt - kissing me before jumping on top of me and Daniel.

Don't do it again.

Karen. What are you doing here?

KNOCKING

Hey, Mrs Tembe. How can I help?

There is no easy way to say this.

-Are you having any problems with Mr Harker?

-What?

If you are, you know that you can talk to me.

I am here for you.

What are you talking about Mrs, Tembe?

It's just that he has his own particular way of doing things.

Sometimes he can be very... controlling.

I heard him talking to you in his office.

You heard him tear a strip off me?

Yes.

He was just annoyed because I took attention away from the reason

we were raising money - the charity.

He was right. I was off point.

No, I think it was more than that.

It wasn't. Look, Mrs Tembe,

I've worked in places that don't have Anthony's vision.

His standards. We're lucky to have him.

None of us should be resting on our laurels.

I needed pulling up. I deserved it.

No! No, you did not!

When you were having your picture taken, he recoiled.

I saw him.

And then in the office, he said he did not want you touching him.

What are saying, Mrs Tembe?

I think the reason he did not want you touching him is because...

because...well, because...

Mrs Tembe, he recoiled because he thought

I was acting like an over-excited teenager, which I probably was.

Well, you are right.

Look, thank you for looking out for me, but I am a big boy.

Yes. Yes, yes, of course. I am very sorry.

Don't apologise. Don't worry either, OK? There's no need to.

Please, just forget that we ever had this conversation.

Once again, I am so sorry.

-The police are looking for you.

-Why?

Because you disappeared and you took Nicola's sleeping pills!

I left her phone. I thought she'd ring Sally,

-call the agency.

-She dropped it.

I... I needed time to myself.

I took the pills because I was afraid of what she might do.

She was so upset. I wasn't thinking straight.

Is she all right?

She's worried. As is Sally,

who has driven up.

-Has she?

-Yes.

We used to picnic here on Sundays after the service.

The kids used to love running between the trees.

This is where they found Max.

I know. Rob told me.

I see him all the time,

lying here.

For a long time, I thought he chose this spot to punish me.

Frank, you can't feel guilty.

I don't.

Not any more.

Max never told any of us that he loved us, did he?

No.

It doesn't mean he didn't.

We were the ones he came back to, after all.

His life was a very dark place.

Your dad told him he loved him very much.

As we all did.

I told him something last night. It's why he's disappeared.

After the argument with Max, I had to get away.

I sat in my car, listening to music.

I was so confused.

I could see his pain, but I couldn't help.

I felt useless.

I loved him.

I wanted to tell him.

Well, why didn't you?

I tried.

I went back in, but he was in bed, asleep.

I could have woken him.

I could have told him that I loved him,

that I would never be ashamed of him.

That he was my son. I just wanted him to be all right,

that we were going to get him more help. But I didn't.

I've lived with that every day.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right. Last night, Nicola told me something.

I lay on Max's bed, cuddling him. The longest time.

He didn't say anything, then out of the blue, he asked,

could I go on living,

knowing what was going to happen to me in the end?

I told him that I loved life, no matter what.

And I meant it. I still do.

But he didn't understand.

I could see that nothing I said made any sense to him.

I told him that I couldn't imagine what his life was like.

That Dad never meant the things he said.

That he would never be ashamed of him.

That none of us were.

That we all loved him very much.

And he turned to me

and he said, "Mum, I'm going to make everything all right."

She thought he meant it was going to be all right

because he was going to let us help him.

But he didn't. He knew what he wanted.

I think it's why he came home.

Nicola has felt guilty about that conversation every day.

It's why she never told me. Until last night.

It's why I left. I needed time.

How do you feel now?

I wish he wasn't dead.

I wish he hadn't died on his own like that.

It was such a waste.

But he knew we were there for him.

He knew.

I think maybe he chose this spot because it reminded him of us,

of happier times,

of being a kid, running among the leaves.

It's a beautiful spot.

It is, isn't it?

# When the world leaves you feeling blue. #

VOMITING

# When the world leaves you feeling blue

# You can count on me

# I will be there for you

# When it seems all your hopes and dreams

# Are a million miles away

# I will reassure you

# We've got to all stick together

# Good friends are there for each other

# Never, ever forget that I got you

# And you got me

# So reach for the stars

# Climb every mountain higher

# Reach for the stars... #

How did you know Patrick?

We were neighbours.

Parkvale or Bakerville?

Bakerville?

Every time I click on Colin's Calendars I go to a site

that says Callum's Colanders.

Have you spelt it right?

I checked it five times.

It's written on the back.

Niamh's going to ask her mum if she can go home to visit.

To Ireland?

-That's where they live.

-Oh!