Prey (Part One) Doctors

Ollie, where do you want the sofa?

-In the corner.

-Good choice.

Oh, before I forget.

"Welcome to your new home. Love, Anya."

My home!

It's a little bare, but your DLA should be in your account by now.

We could buy a few pictures, maybe some cushions?

Kitchen.

Have you used an electric cooker before?

No.

Mum had gas.

-Thanks for helping.

-Cheers, Ollie.

Bye, Pete.

Come on. Don't want you living on takeaways.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Looking for something?

The key to the suggestion box.

I am sure I put it in here.

Maybe it just fell out?

-I'll check the staffroom, if you like.

-Oh, thank you.

We do have cleaners, you know?

The key to the suggestion box is missing.

Ah, the suggestion box -

that management sop to worker participation.

You know, that is a tool that marshals employee pretentions

and holds them in perpetuity, like nuclear waste,

allowing the powers-that-be

to maintain control with a simulacrum of democratic process.

-It's not in here.

-I do not understand.

Your box is an irrelevance, Mrs Tembe.

How can you be so cynical?

That's not me being cynical, that's me being correct.

Yes, well, we will see.

Have you tried a paperclip?

They're horrible.

-You don't like flowers, Ollie?

-Yuck.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Hey.

-Jimmi!

Thought a bit of greenery would cheer up the place up.

And this is for you as well.

Thank you, I'll be very happy here.

One from you, one from Anya, one from Mum.

And Derek.

-Derek?

-Ollie!

Time for a cuppa?

Uhh...

Go on, maybe a quick one, then I have to do house-calls.

-I'll get it.

-You'll need these!

He seems in good spirits.

Never seen him so happy.

Thank you so much for your help.

You did all the work.

-Milk and sugar?

-Uh, yes, please.

Oh, Mrs Hollins, have you seen the key to the suggestion box?

No.

It'll turn up.

No, I need it now.

I have a meeting with Mr Harker this morning.

Oh!

I cannot believe you have just done that!

What? I've liberated your suggestions.

You're welcome.

I'll be back around 12.

We're going shopping.

Thanks for the tea, yeah?

-Bye.

-Bye.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Hiya. Welcome to the Brompton Estate.

Saw you moving in.

These are for you, mate. Just pop them there.

You must be...

Ollie. I'm Tommo.

-Nice to meet you.

-Hello.

-Hope you like lager.

-Don't know, don't drink.

What? Lager? Oh, alcohol?

-You religious?

-Do you want one?

No thanks, mate. They're for you.

It's all right in here, innit? You got the place to yourself?

Hey, how'd you swing that? I'm stuck with the old girl.

-Mum.

-HE LAUGHS

No, she's all right. She cramps my style a bit.

-Is she bossy?

-Bossy? She could nag for England.

You got family?

Just Mum, and Derek.

Live local, do they?

-Newcastle. They moved last month.

-Geordie-land.

Oh, don't they talk funny, though? I can't understand a word. It's like,

-MOCK GEORDIE ACCENT:

-Why-aye man! What's that about?

-You ever been to St James' Park?

-No.

I've been loads of times. Villa away.

You ARE a Villa fan?

The Blues.

Oh.

I feel your pain, mate. Honest.

"Improve baby changing facilities."

Yes, that is a good idea.

"Playpen for toddlers."

This one I'm not sure about.

"Make late patients clean the toilets."

SHE SIGHS

So how you getting on?

I have been impressed with the general standard.

Although there have been a handful of silly suggestions.

Mainly from the same person.

Al.

Unattributed, but I recognise his handwriting.

Considering he thinks that this whole project was a silly idea,

he has made quite an effort.

"On Fridays all staff must dress as their favourite fictional doctor."

"eg Doctor Jekyll, Doctor Frankenstein,

"or Doctor Fu Manchu." Nice.

I dread to think how much time he has wasted on such nonsense.

You, on the other hand,

you have truly embraced the spirit of the scheme.

And congratulations on your ideas.

I haven't gone into too much detail.

I mean, you know what I'm like when I'm on a roll.

Oh, no. The details are good.

It will help me with my report.

And Mr Harker wants as much information as possible.

Actually, I had another idea this morning.

I just haven't had the chance to write it down yet.

Get it to me by midday and I will be happy to include it.

OK.

As you're so full of bright ideas,

you can decide where we're going tonight.

She the babe?

The one here earlier.

-Anya.

-Girlfriend?

My social worker.

Social worker. Why do you need one of them?

She helps me do stuff.

Hey, lucky boy.

She's well fit.

You fancy her?

You do! Have you asked her out?

-No!

-Why not?

She could move in, look after you properly. Know what I mean?

-Stop it.

-No, just kidding, mate.

Yeah, it's good to know you've got a cracker looking out for you.

There's some right dodgy whatsits living round here.

Anyway, I best be off.

Thank you for the present.

Don't drink it all at once.

Catch you in a bit, mate.

-See ya.

-See ya.

Yeah, clear off and stay away!

Stick your job!

-I thought we could check out the homeware store. There's a sale on.

-OK.

Lager?

A present from Tommo.

Tommo? Who's Tommo?

He lives round here. He's nice.

He knocked on the door.

And you let him in?

Ollie, you need to be careful about letting people

-you don't know into your flat.

-I'm not a baby.

I just want you to be safe.

I'm glad you're making friends, but not everyone is nice.

Tommo is.

-He thinks you're pretty.

-Does he now?

You are.

Ollie Powell, are you flirting with me?

Come on, you. Shopping.

KNOCK ON DOOR Come in.

Ah, Mrs Tembe. So sorry to have kept you waiting.

I'm afraid my last appointment went on rather longer than I anticipated.

Oh, there is no need to apologise.

Maybe you have a suggestion on how to deal with time-wasters

selling over-priced autoclaves?

Er, no. I cannot say that I do.

Personally, I'd have everybody with "Medical Sales Representative"

on their business card humanely euthanised.

So how did we get on?

Oh, it has been a resounding success.

Better than I could have hoped.

I haven't encountered a workforce yet

that doesn't relish the opportunity to air its views.

We have had many practical, well-considered ideas.

As well as a few frivolous suggestions.

Doctor Haskey suggested a Lemming Society.

Nothing wrong with a sprinkling of frivolity.

All part of the creative spirit.

Innovation and originality must be nurtured and celebrated.

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, the stage is yours.

All right. Well, we have had 19 suggestions.

-Why don't you start with your favourite?

-Right.

Well the...

Well, this one deals with people who have difficulty

or feel embarrassed waiting for their appointment in the reception area.

For example, people with children with ADHD.

Now, the suggestion is that they wait in their car

and a text be sent when the doctor is ready to see them.

That's a very interesting idea.

And very easy to implement.

Although I envision difficulties.

Families without cars, for example.

We can't very well have children with behavioural problems

running around in the car park willy-nilly.

It's a health and safety nightmare in the making.

Yes, well...

Well, if they do not have their car,

well, we cannot offer this option.

Leaving us open to accusations of operating a two-tier service.

Yes...

What's up? M6 chocka again?

Pint of lager.

Make that two, please.

Gross misconduct?

That's not like you.

Found out you were nicking his stock, did he?

My shout.

Seeing as you're unemployed.

Doctor Vere has suggested that we make better use

of Doctor Carter's surgical skills

by setting up a training company.

Training company?

Providing instructions to GPs who might want to offer

the same services at their practice.

So Heston demonstrates the intricacies of toenail removal

and haemorrhoid injection to our competitors?

Yes, well, Doctor Carter is very keen to do more minor surgery,

and the partners are always on the lookout for new income streams.

Mrs Tembe, your role is to listen,

to make the staff feel empowered,

and you've clearly fulfilled that brief admirably.

As for training companies and income streams,

that's the domain of management.

Well, I was simply trying to make it clear...

So...tell me some more about the Lemming Society.

Oh, Doctor Haskey was only trying to make a joke.

Humour? The best morale booster I know. Give it the prize.

But...

Mr Harker, you assured me that

the suggestion box was a genuine enterprise.

Oh, Mrs Tembe.

You really don't understand how to play the game, do you?

That looks lovely.

Ollie, is this all you have left?

Have you ordered a new prescription?

I forgot.

It's all right, you have enough left for the next couple of days.

You've taken this morning's?

Good. Why don't you give me your order form

and I'll drop it off at the surgery?

OK.

BURGLAR ALARM GOING OFF

I'll see if Doctor Clay can speed things up a bit.

Ollie, is this the man who visited you earlier?

No.

You take care now. And remember what I said about strangers.

"Not everyone is nice."

Sometimes it's hard to tell who's on your side.

Before you put your trust in anyone,

make sure you get to know them properly first.

Bye.

So which one did he pick?

Was it new laptops for everyone?

No.

Aw. So what won?

No, it is of no consequence.

He was not interested in good ideas.

The suggestion box, it was all smoke and mirrors.

My role was to make the staff feel empowered,

whilst doing absolutely nothing.

Did he say that?!

So what are you going to do?

You know, we have already had many excellent suggestions.

And it is my duty to the staff

to make sure they get a fair hearing.

PHONE RINGING

Mr Harker.

Mrs Tembe, I see you've requested an appointment for this afternoon.

Is this in relation to the suggestion box?

Yes. Yes, it is.

I think I've made myself perfectly clear.

Yes, you did.

But I did not.

See you this afternoon, then.

He's down to his last blister pack.

It must have slipped his mind in all the excitement.

How's he settling in?

Well, he made a new friend already.

That was quick.

A bit too quick for my liking.

-So have you met his new friend yet?

-No.

But I saw his moving in gift -

four cans of lager.

He's a local guy, Ollie's age.

Nice gesture.

Maybe, maybe not.

-Want me to have a word?

-If you don't mind.

I'm probably worrying about nothing,

but I really wanted him to have his own place.

Yeah, and listen, I agreed with you.

Ollie wants to live independently,

and with the right support, he's perfectly capable.

-Thanks, Jimmi.

-See you.

PHONE RINGING

-Ollie, it's Doctor Clay.

-Hi, Jimmi.

Listen, Anya's just dropped off your order form,

so I'll have your prescription ready this afternoon.

-Can you come in and pick it up?

-What time?

KNOCK ON DOOR Oh, hang on.

Hiya.

Got to go.

-Wait, wait.

-Just put it there.

-Ollie, you still there?

Yeah, still here.

Can you come to The Mill between four and six?

Yeah, see you later.

Don't need it any more.

Got a 40 inch smart telly for Christmas.

Five minutes, I'll have it up and running.

Well, don't I get a cuppa, then?

Oh, I got new mugs!

You've done a great job.

Go for it.

Come in.

Right.

That should...be the one.

Here we go. Look.

What do you reckon?

-That side's higher.

-Oh, yeah.

Right up a bit.

Bit more. Bit more.

Hey. Looking good?

Oh, yeah. Do us a favour.

Look after that.

Spare key to my place in case I lock myself out.

Can't your mum let you in?

Yeah, in theory.

But you try getting her out of bed after she's turned in.

Now, if I'm later than midnight, I'll kip in the bike shed. Promise.

Thanks, mate.

You got a spare?

Return the favour?

Hey, no worries if it's against the rules.

Thanks, mate.

-PHONE RINGING

-Oh, hang on.

Oh, got to go.

You haven't seen my Speedway DVDs.

Catch you later, yeah?

You just want to take a seat?

How'd it go?

Did he see the error of his ways?

There is...

There is nothing to tell.

Oh, go on.

Excuse me, I have to...

Oh, you're cutting it fine.

-I forgot.

-Here you are.

Present for you.

-I got a TV.

-A TV?

Tommo gave it to me. He got a new one.

-Is that who was there when I called?

-And he helped me put my pictures up.

Listen, I'll give you a lift home if you want. You can tell me all about him.

Well, we're mates, only he supports the Villa.

Well, no-one's perfect.

So where you taking me tonight?

-It's a surprise.

-I don't want to end up in some dive.

I'm not going to take you to some dive.

Or some weird movie with subtitles.

There are loads of great films with subtitles.

-Like Kagemusha, Jean de Florette.

-See what I mean?

Tell me.

He hasn't got a clue where you're going.

I've seen that look before.

-Busted.

-Men.

They're all a nightmare.

You're the nightmare.

You're lucky I'm even risking it after last time.

What do you mean, after last time?

-You know what I mean by last time.

-Uhh, well, I don't.

You working late?

Yes. I.. I have nothing better to do.

Mrs Tembe, tell me what's going on.

It has...

It has just been a busy day.

Night, Pete. Tom.

Come on, I'm taking root here!

Night.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-TOMMO:

-Good boys, best behaviour. Yeah?

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Ollie! Meet the gang - Jed, Adey, Matt.

Boys, Ollie. Ollie, the lads. In we come.

He's got his grandma's curtains up.

Mate, what is wrong with you tonight?

Adey, look at that, mate. Eh?

Look at that absolute masterpiece.

And that.

-I don't mess about, do I?

-I don't drink.

Well, it's about time you started.

Go on, give it a try.

The more you drink, the better it tastes. Eh, lads?

Famous last words. Cheers.

Who's got the bottle opener?

-I couldn't get the TV to work.

-You couldn't get the TV to work?

Yeah, because you're in DVD mode, mate.

No hope, eh? I told him, didn't I? No hope, is there?

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Oh, here he is.

On cue.

All right, mate.

Here he is, lads.

All right, boys.

Ollie.

Have you come to see my Speedway DVDs?

Don't put it in his face.

-Here you are.

-Don't smoke.

Where you going?

Beer run. We're almost out.

30 for the kitty.

No, 30 each, mate.

Come on.

(Oh, what is that?)

You got a debit card?

Have that.

Thanks, mate.

What's your pin number?

One, nine, seven, one.

One, nine, seven, one. All right. Cheers, mate.

Come on, stick some music on, Adey.

Go on.

SLOW ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

You like this, Ollie?

Eh?

You like this?

Oh, Ollie's got some moves.

Are we stripping, are we? Eh?

Go on. Strip, strip, strip, strip, strip, strip.

LAUGHING FROM OTHER ROOM

Come on, Ollie. Give us some. Come on.

Come on. Strip for us! Come on.

Come on, you were enjoying yourself there.

Come on, get up!

Right.

Suggestions.

This morning, I did not do justice to the many excellent ideas

I received from our colleagues.

So I have taken the time to analyse and cost the top five suggestions.

In addition, I have outlined a plan for implementing the proposals.

Well, I can talk you through it now.

So you've wasted half a day pursuing this irrelevance,

despite my expressly telling you to drop it?

Mr Harker,

the suggestion box is a far more powerful tool than you realise.

Staff working on the front-line,

they know how things work,

and they are best placed to identify issues and provide solutions.

That might be how it works on a church committee,

but this is business.

I appreciate I do not have your business experience,

but I have been a part of this practice for many years.

And I...and I was honoured to lead it through some very difficult times.

Yes, I'm well aware.

Business is about streamlined, long-term thinking,

but I wouldn't expect you to get that.

I don't doubt your dedication to The Mill, Mrs Tembe,

but let's be honest,

there's not a lot else going on in your life, is there?

-Come in.

-Sorry to interrupt.

I'm trying to ID a possible patient of yours.

Male, mid 20s.

You issued him a prescription today.

I think his surname begins with a P.

Powell. Oliver Powell. What's happened?

See for yourself.

It doesn't make sense, he must have lost his prescription.

-You got home all right, then?

-Yeah.

Only the cops were round the Bull's earlier flashing your mug about.

Is that a skirt?

It's all I could find in the rush.

You won't see it at all once you've got your tunic on.

Ever seen a petrol bomb before?

Take a look in the mirror,

ask yourself what impression you're giving.

Could be carrying beers. Must be going to a party or something.

That's not beer, Jimmi.