Prey (Part Two) Doctors

-"Welcome to your new home, love, Anya."

-KNOCK ON DOOR

Hiya! Welcome to the Brompton Estate. Saw you moving in.

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

So, how did we get on?

Oh, well, it has been a resounding success.

-Girlfriend?

-My social worker.

Yeah, good to know you got a cracker looking out for you.

There's some right dodgy whatsits living around here.

Oh, Mrs Tembe.

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

Gross misconduct? That's not like you.

Found out you were nicking his stock, did he?

ALL: Hey!

Ganja, Daddy Matt, boys, Ollie...

The more you drink, the better it tastes, eh, lads?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello, mate.

All right, boys?

Ollie.

Yeah, let him sleep it off.

Get the on-duty police surgeon to check in on him when he's awake.

-What happened?

-Found him slumped against a trashed Mercedes.

I don't get it.

Drank himself into a stupor and went on a rampage.

What's not to get?

Disillusion shining through, is it?

I didn't sign up to spend my career baby-sitting drunken vandals.

This is really out of character for Ollie.

What else can you tell me about him?

He moved into a flat on the Brompton Estate yesterday.

He's happy-go-lucky...

Never been any trouble,

learning disability.

-Social services involved?

-Mm.

Social worker?

Anya Brozek.

You really think he damaged the Mercedes?

And the rest. Half a dozen cars in the same street.

Someone else must have been involved.

The residents who reported the disturbance heard several voices,

but I've got your man's boot prints on a couple of bonnets.

Maybe we should have waited.

I'll be surprised if we see her before lunchtime.

-She didn't get in till gone three.

-Really?

Can't believe you didn't hear her.

-I thought she'd fallen down the stairs at one point.

-That was my shoe.

Why didn't you wake me up?

I tried.

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.

Um, isn't that supposed to be blue?

It's my training tunic. All my other ones are wet.

-Right, well, you're going to need something stronger than hot squash. Do you want a coffee?

-Mm-hm.

So, was it worth it?

Oh. That good?

This good!

Although I may have been banned from the casino.

Ooh! Do tell.

Did a headstand on the blackjack table.

What on earth possessed you?

Sid bet me I wouldn't.

Ollie, before we continue, I would like you to

reconsider your decision not to have legal representation.

Ollie, are you sure you don't want a solicitor?

I can give you more time to discuss it in private with Anya.

-Don't want a solicitor.

-OK.

You can change your mind at any time during the interview.

Understood?

The suspect nodded in response to my question.

Ollie, can you help me by saying "yes" or "no" when you answer?

Yes.

Ollie, what was your reason for being in Butler Street last night?

I... I can't remember.

-You can't remember why you were there?

-No.

Ollie, what did you do once you entered Butler Street?

I can't remember.

Your shoeprints were found on the bodywork

of several vehicles on Butler Street.

-How did that happen?

-I don't know.

You didn't go out alone, did you?

Who was with you?

Who was with you, Ollie?

Wahey!

-Tommo, what's going on!

-Just up here.

Come on.

Hey, Ollie. Here we go.

Do it.

Come on, Ollie, give it some!

Go on, Ollie!

ALL: Ollie, Ollie, Ollie...

-POLICE SIREN WAILS

-Come on, Ollie, we're leaving!

Ollie, these people are not your friends.

He's too hungover. Can we stop, please?

ON PHONE: 'Come on, Ollie, give it some!'

You didn't seem bothered last night, did you?

'Ollie, Ollie, Ollie!'

What a div.

He loved that car.

Goodbye no claims.

Got to be a write-off.

It's a shame he wasn't in it.

Did you take your debit card?

If it's lost, we need to cancel it.

Put it somewhere safe.

Can you remember anything about last night?

Ollie, you're in a lot of trouble.

KNOCK ON DOOR

How did it go with the police?

Ollie got sick during the interview.

Sergeant Truman agreed to wait until he feels better.

-Didn't know you smoked, Ollie.

-I don't.

-Did you have someone round last night? Was it Tommo?

-Yes.

-Anyone else?

-His friends.

-Mm-hm. What are their names?

-I can't remember!

-Did you go to the pub yesterday? Did you go down the Bull's Head?

-No!

I don't feel well.

Someone's tried to clean up.

-I doubt Ollie was capable.

-Nope.

There's no cans, no bottles, no pizza boxes, nothing.

They took their rubbish with them?

I'll update the sergeant.

Sergeant Truman, Letherbridge Police.

I wonder if you could help me?

-Could you tell me whether you saw this man in here last night at all?

-Come on.

-BARMAID:

-No.

How about any customers by the name of Tommo?

No.

Thank you.

Someone can't hold their drink!

-You got home all right then?

-Yeah...

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

-They give you a hard time, did they?

-I didn't say nothing, honest!

Hey, it's all right, I know you wouldn't grass up a mate.

-Said I couldn't remember.

-Good lad.

Sorry we had to leave you, but you was trollied.

What you need is pie and chips.

Come to the Bull's, half an hour.

-BEEPING

-No.

No...

Give it back!

Joker! And, yes, I AM fully qualified!

I'm sure you are.

Where is your uniform?!

-It's a long story.

-Unlike your skirt, which is barely there!

I know, and I apologise.

And what time did you get to work this morning?

I was late. I'm sorry.

Nurse Lee, I thought that we had turned a corner?

I have turned a corner, I swear. This is just...a bump in the road.

PHONE RINGS

-Ben. What's up?

-Oliver Powell. There's been a development, new evidence.

-I need to talk to him.

-Does he know yet?

He's not answering his mobile. Look, I'll send a car round.

Er, no, it'll freak him out.

Look, the sooner I talk to him, the sooner we can clear this up.

Well, he's probably asleep. So let me bring him in.

Suits me. I'll contact Anya.

All right, mate?

-You're not my mate, you stole my money!

-What?

-I wouldn't do that.

-You're out of order.

-Grab a pew, tell us what's happened.

-No!

-You're having a pint, mate.

Can I have one more please, Lynd? Ta.

So where's this money gone missing from? Your house?

You know.

The bank!

What, you think I used your bank card?

Mate, I took 30 quid out, like we agreed.

-It's all gone!

-You calling him a liar?

He's just confused, mate.

You went shopping yesterday, didn't you?

Took some cash out the cash machine, used your card all over town.

Mate, your card's been cloned.

Can you fetch us an empty glass, Lynd?

Listen up, lads. Some scumbag's cloned my mate's bank card,

cleared out his account.

Can't leave him on his uppers, can we?

Hands in your pockets!

Ta. Anything you've got.

Thanks, Jim.

He's had some bad luck too. He's lost his job.

That's why he's so miserable.

There you go, buddy. Should keep you afloat for a bit.

Thanks.

You should apologise.

-I'm sorry.

-No worries.

Would you like a drink?

Pint of lager.

What?

Lardhead, isn't he? He'll buy any old guff.

Don't get ideas, yeah?

He wasn't there.

But where's he gone?!

Er... Found this in his letterbox.

We've got to find him.

Let's not panic just yet.

Any mates he could be with? Other than Tommo?

He was in bed when we left.

Didn't look like he was going anywhere.

There was a man hanging around his flat yesterday.

-Would you recognise him again?

-Yes.

I want you to have a look at this. It's not far from the Bull's Head.

Recognise anyone?

What about your lurker?

No, he's not there.

What's that?

He could have dropped a wallet? Mobile?

I'll check it out once we're done here.

I need to have another word with the bar staff at the Bull's Head anyway.

Someone wearing a jacket similar to this was in there this morning.

First time I told him the racking looked dangerous,

he said he'd look into it.

Three weeks later, nothing's been done.

Then one of the racks tips over.

Couple of tonnes of stock missed my mate by this much.

So I'm thinking, "He's going to do something about it now."

What happened?

He blamed us...

and I wasn't having that. I told him straight.

Someone nearly copped for it cos of his negligence.

Next thing you know, I get my P45.

I really thought this move would be the making of him.

It was always going to take him a bit longer to get him on his feet.

He's just so vulnerable.

That's the man from yesterday.

Hey.

Hey, wait! Oi! Oi!

-Oi, wait!

-Oi! Steady, steady.

He's the lurker.

I'm not a lurker.

I'm not a lurker.

OK. What's your name?

Jonathan Prentice.

Or some people call me Sparky.

-Sparky?

-Yes, I'm Sparky.

Sparky by name, sparky by nature.

Why were you watching this flat, Sparky?

It's Susan's flat.

Susan left 11 days ago.

Did you want to see who was moving in?

Yes, I wanted to know who was moving in.

So you live around here?

I live at 22 Rowan House,

Brompton Estate,

Letherbridge, B87 5TY.

Did you put the note through the door earlier?

Yes. Yes, that was me. Yes.

OK. So, who are these "bad men"?

It's...Cutter, Tommo,

Adey, Jed...

and Cutter. Cu...

Sparky, my name is Anya.

I'm a social worker.

Has Cutter ever hurt you?

No, I'm not allowed to say anything. He said to shut my mouth.

It's OK, you can tell Sergeant Truman.

He said he was my friend. He's not my friend.

OK. Do you know where I can find him?

Bull's Head.

Sparky, can you identify any of these men?

That's Cutter.

Do you know his real name or where he lives?

Can you tell me any more information that will help me find him?

He drives a white Seat van.

It's a 1.9 diesel.

The car registration number is...

GN51 WYJ.

Thank you.

You'll have to make a statement about what he did to you, OK?

So, I'll need a contact number.

It's 0121...

496 0515.

If Ollie comes back, can you call me, please?

Call Anya, yes.

I'll try him again.

Don't bother.

The lads relied on me to stand up to him -

but now I'm out of the way,

it doesn't look good for them.

Ever seen a petrol bomb before?

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Mate, the place is deserted at night.

Look, if we don't put this guy out of business,

someone's going to die in there.

I've got to go home.

You said you were up for this.

I forgot my medication.

-He's epileptic.

-So?

He can take it later.

Got to take it now, I forgot it this morning and last night.

Go fetch his medication.

Get it yourself.

All right. Watch him.

Ollie?

-You all right, mate?

-Yeah.

Sergeant Truman, Letherbridge Police.

I wasn't expecting such prompt attention over a damaged car.

"Damaged car"?

That's not why you're here?

So, yours was one of the vehicles vandalised

on Butler Street last night?

So it wasn't a random attack.

I'm trying to ID this man.

I understand he's an employee.

Jason Barraclough.

I fired him yesterday morning.

I'm going to need his contact details.

Yeah, sure.

PRINTER WHIRS

There you go.

Thank you.

Do you mind me asking why you fired him?

Gross misconduct.

I caught him threatening a co-worker.

And he'd been stealing the stock.

-OK, thank you.

-Thanks.

KNOCK ON DOOR

So, you did get my message?

Couldn't fit you in till now, it's been full-on today.

Arriving 20 minutes late can't have helped.

Sorry about that.

If that was supposed to be an apology,

I find it entirely unconvincing.

Along with the rest of your performance, it has to be said.

I really shouldn't have to be apologising to patients

for your attitude or your attire.

A patient's complained?

Take a look in the mirror.

Ask yourself what kind of impression you're giving.

Let me make one thing clear,

I will not tolerate sloppiness.

OK,

maybe I've had a bad day...

Oh, this isn't just about today.

I see that my predecessor had serious reservations about you too.

Very serious reservations.

Mrs Tembe gets her knickers in a twist about nothing.

I'm talking about Howard Bellamy.

Your HR file reads like a litany of arrogance,

incompetence and confrontation.

What's happening?

-Cutter... Cutter's...

-He's still in there.

You're sure Ollie's not with him?

-There's no Ollie, no.

-He had a key, let himself in.

-Did you get through to Sergeant Truman?

-Left a message.

PHONE DIALS

-Come on, come on.

-Doc?

-Have you checked your messages?

-Why, what's up?

-We've found Cutter. He's at Ollie's flat.

-With Ollie?

No, alone. He looks like he's searching the place.

Maybe Ollie's at Cutter's?

He's not. I've just come from there, the place is deserted.

Do you know who he is?

Jason Barraclough.

His ex-employer IDd him.

Oh, he's coming out, he's coming out.

We have to find Ollie.

-We have to follow him.

-No, no, no. Don't.

I'll call you back.

Jimmi!

Sparky, stay there.

He's got no right to talk to me like that.

You are not dressed appropriately.

The patients don't care what colour my tunic is.

The uniform is important.

It is about being professional.

No-one's complained.

I just think he's got it in for me.

Nurse Lee,

you have patients waiting.

He said I was a bad nurse.

Do you think that's fair?!

Mrs T, I am a good nurse!

Then do not give him cause to speak to you again.

Later.

-Give him his meds.

-He does the job first.

What's the big deal? He said he'll do it.

It's empty. There are no meds.

-I turned his place upside down.

-Got to take them now.

We go now. Fetch the bottles.

What you waiting for?!

Come on, Ollie.

It's just around the corner, we'll be back in five minutes...

then you'll get your meds.

OK, it's an industrial estate,

just past the Horton roundabout.

I can't see a street sign or a street name.

There's a builders' merchants just further along,

it's called PJ Timbers.

'Just checking the address, bear with me.'

OK, Ollie's leaving the lockup

with Cutter and another male.

They're carrying beers, they must be going to a party or something.

That's not beer, Jimmi.

Are they petrol...? I think they've got petrol bombs.

'Stay where you are, OK? I'm sending cars.'

-It's too late! They're leaving.

-'I know where they're going.

'Tariq's Wholesale. It's a warehouse.

'It's about a mile away from your current location.'

-You're ten minutes away.

-'Jimmi, leave it to us!'

DOOR CLOSES

PHONE RINGS

Someone's here.

No, it's empty. They knock off at 4.30.

That's been there weeks, starter motor's gone.

Remember what I told you!

-Drive.

-Where's Ollie?

-Let's go!

-We can't leave him.

-Give me the keys.

-What's he on about?

-Drive, will you?

-He's locked him in!

What?!

HE WAILS

Keys, now.

The police know who you are, Jason.

-They'll catch up with you sooner or later.

-Help me.

It's over, mate.

Ollie?

Ollie! Ollie, no, mate. No!

-Put it down, please.

-Jimmi?

-Put it down.

-Jimmi!

-Look out!

Please.

No.

Easy!

SIREN WAILS

Dr Clay told me to go to the police station.

He's still looking for Ollie.

You can have Anya with you during the interview if you want.

Take a seat.

Oh, don't worry, Sparky's a witness.

He tried to warn you.

You ran away when I tried to approach you.

Sorry.

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

Yeah, sometimes it's hard to tell. Yeah.

Come on, let's get you home.

Do you fancy cheese on toast?

Cheese, beans, Nutella... I want it all.

I hope there's something good on telly.

-It's a night in tonight, is it?

-Got to sort out my tunic, haven't I?

Oh, I'll sort out your tunic.

If you play your cards right, I might even iron it for you as well.

No, you cannot go through there!

Ayesh. Oh, you was right!

I can't go on like this!

Stayed off the drink all day.

I can't go back down to that house.

Please help me, please.

I don't want to die.

SHE SOBS

She is a white witch.

She's going to put a spell on you.

We need people to take the little things seriously.

If only to remind us what really matters.

I thought white witches were supposed to be good?

Not when they've got Munchausen's.

My eyes keep going blurry. I'm feeling really faint.

We need to be sure there isn't something more serious going on.

If I find a toad in your consulting room later,

-I'm going to know what's happened to you.

-Funny(!)