Golden Boy Doctors

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie?

-Rob?

-Ayesha, sorry to trouble you so early in the morning,

but I'm trying to trace the whereabouts of your Karl.

He's in Germany. Why, what's he done?

I don't want to trouble you with that.

Rob, this is me you're talking to.

The last address we had him registered to

was your mum's old place.

Yeah, well, she's not there any more.

No, I know, which is why I thought he might be here.

Have you had any contact at all with him recently?

-No.

-You sure?

What, are you accusing me of lying now?

I'm not accusing anyone of anything.

I just need to have a chat with him, that's all.

-Right. Well, like I say, I haven't seen him.

-OK.

If he does turn up, will you give me a ring at the station?

-Yeah.

-Thanks. Bye.

Oh, Eddie, I can't wait to see you.

I had a dream about you last night. Must have been a premonition.

Well, we can go to the park, if you like,

but you'll need to help me across the road.

I'm not very steady on my feet.

I'll even buy you an ice cream.

I know you're not.

You do realise that we won't have very long?

Yes, we'll make it a memorable time.

The very best of days.

Goodbye, dear.

See you later.

-Good morning.

-Morning.

So are you ready for your road trip?

Oh, very much so.

There is nothing like the freedom of the open road,

the wind blowing through your hair.

You've got to be careful it doesn't blow off.

I was speaking metaphorically.

I will be wearing a helmet, of course.

Miss Pitman, could you get me the draft PPG agenda

-by lunchtime, please?

-Of course, Mrs Tembe.

Now to prepare for Nurse Lee's appraisal.

Oh, Mrs Tembe.

She's being taken for a ride. We've got to do something.

Problem?

-Mrs Tembe and JJ.

-Oh, right.

Well, I don't think there's much we can do about it.

And she certainly wouldn't thank you for interfering.

No. Any suggestions?

Um...

-biscuits.

-What?

We need biscuits for our coffee. I'm going to get some.

She gets worse.

I don't need to see a doctor. I'm just the same as last time.

Well, it's important that we keep an eye on you

and check your medication levels.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

-Where's Dr Reid?

-Oh, she's got a meeting. She sends her apologies.

Oh, so they've sent a trainee, have they?

No. I am fully qualified.

Anyway, how have you been?

Up and down, I suppose.

But today is going to be a good day.

My son is coming to see me all the way from Lyon.

Oh, that'll be nice.

I haven't seen him for almost two years.

But he's very busy, works all over the world.

He's in very high demand.

What does he do?

An architect. You should see some of the buildings he's designed!

They're magnificent!

You must be very proud.

Is everything else all right, or...?

I could have sworn that I had paid them.

Silly me.

You know, if you moved into a hospice, you wouldn't have

to worry about such things.

Dr Reid knows I wouldn't be seen dead in a hospice, literally!

Oi, I want a word with you.

-The coppers have been here looking for you.

-Me?

Oh, don't act surprised. What have you been up to?

-Nothing.

-Yeah, right. What's it really? Drugs?

-Are you serious?

-You smoked weed every day before you joined up.

I was a kid!

And it would explain the way you've been acting.

I haven't touched the stuff in years.

-So why are the police looking for you?

-I don't know!

Karl, just tell me.

Why do you always think the worst of me?

Well, what else am I supposed to think?

You're doing my head in!

If it's not drugs, what is it, then?

You can't stay in there all day, you know!

Oh!

Silly old fool!

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Hi, love. Are we still on for lunch?

-'Yep.'

-Oh, by the way, have you seen Ayesha?

Yeah, she's on home visits this morning.

Will you shut up? I want to talk about Mrs Tembe.

I've told you, there's nothing I can do.

Can you not run one of those PNC checks on JJ?

'Yeah, if I want to lose my job.'

He could be a mass murderer or something!

Come on, love, don't you think you're getting a bit carried away?

How can you say that?

He's probably planning to take her for everything she's got.

Listen, I've got to go, I'm busy.

All right, love, see you later.

See you in a bit, bye.

Thanks for nothing.

Right.

Come on.

Hi.

Oh, how did it go with Mrs Bempton?

I mentioned the hospice, but she won't listen.

I mean, maybe I could have tried harder, you know,

outlined the benefits more, but...

I doubt it would have made any difference.

She's fiercely independent.

Any time I've mentioned support, she just gets really angry.

Well, despite everything, she was quite upbeat though.

Her son's visiting from Lyon today.

-Her son?

-Mm-hm.

Eddie!

Eddie!

Eddie?

I've got a cake for you!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh!

Are you ready? Cos I'm starving.

Come, come and look at this, it's that JJ.

Oh, here we go again.

You remember that he took Mrs Tembe to a gig.

Well, the Cauldron Club have posted pictures and that, look, that's him.

So?

Well, can you not take it to the station and show it round?

What would Mrs Tembe think if she knew what you was up to?

I'm looking out for her.

Is it too much to ask?

-There's always something with you.

-Is that a yes?

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh, come on. Do it for Mrs Tembe.

I'll do it to shut you up.

Mill Health Centre. How can I help?

Right.

Is it serious?

Do you not need an ambulance?

Well, where exactly are you?

Could you hold?

-Have you finished?

-Just off into town.

-OK, so this is Mrs Bempton.

She's had a dizzy turn while she's out shopping

and she can't get home.

-OK, well, does she need an ambulance?

-She's refusing.

Whereabouts is she?

She's just round the corner from where she lives, Colville Court.

-Yeah, I know it. Thank you.

-Thank you.

Mrs Bempton...

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

I am really sorry, but I haven't been able to sleep.

Did you get my message?

I did. Something about Mrs Tembe drinking beer

-with one of the Hairy Bikers?

-Well, he's not exactly hairy.

But he has got children by numerous different women.

-Valerie...

-And he's an ex-con.

For all we know, we could be dealing with some kind of psychopath.

Valerie, what have we said about gossiping?

Yes, I know, but I've got to get it out somehow.

That's what you're here for.

That's disappointing.

No, no, this is different.

It doesn't seem like it.

It's not just me, speak to Karen.

Karen?

This is not gossiping!

JJ doesn't even hide the fact that he's been banged up.

Does Mrs Tembe know?

Yes.

But she doesn't seem bothered.

It's like he's got some kind of hold over her.

Maybe he's gaslighting her?

As her employer, I think you have a duty of care.

-How was your appraisal?

-Fine. Mrs T's got one foot

out the door today anyway.

Did you manage to get to the bottom of things with Karl?

I'm going home to get it sorted out now.

-He swears he hasn't done anything.

-Maybe he hasn't.

Oh, come on. Why would Rob just turn up like that?

Why don't you ring the regiment? I mean, maybe they know something.

I don't think they'd tell me.

-Although, I could call Jonno.

-Who?

Oh, one of Karl's mates, they joined up at the same time.

I think I've still got his number.

Thank you so much.

I couldn't have walked back on my own.

That's quite all right.

Now...

..you really shouldn't be going out alone.

You're just not strong enough.

I know. I'm just a silly old fool.

You mentioned your son is coming today?

That's right.

I thought I saw him earlier, but...

it can't have been him. I must have been mistaken.

Do you think so?

Eddie would never walk away from me.

No, he wouldn't do that.

But he definitely phoned this morning?

Yes.

-I'll put the kettle on.

-OK.

So let me get this straight, Mrs Tembe has hooked up

with some greasy biker, who may be out to swindle her?

I wouldn't put it quite like that, but, yes.

But why on earth would she be interested in some ex-con?

I mean, talk about scraping the barrel.

I think you're missing the point, and being a little judgmental.

Sorry?

What about all those "bits of rough" you told me about?

That was just a phase...

that I may still be going through.

Anyway, do you think he's on the level or not?

I don't know. I'm just concerned for Mrs Tembe.

Well, then maybe you should have a word with her.

Why me?

Because apparently I'm too judgmental.

Good luck.

So did Eddie phone the landline?

Yes. I only use the mobile in emergencies.

Do you take sugar?

No, thanks.

Here, let me do that.

Oh, thank you.

Not long now before he gets here.

I'll show you a photo. He's very handsome.

Mrs Bempton, do you think you might have got it wrong

about Eddie phoning?

Don't be silly. He wouldn't miss a day like today.

What do you mean?

Well, this is the day I'm going to die.

It's all right.

Eddie will be by my side.

I'll get the album.

Yeah, if I see him I'll let you know. OK.

Cheers. Bye.

-Well?

-He told Jonno the same thing as me.

-He's on sick leave.

-Maybe Karl was telling the truth after all.

No. There's a rumour on the base that he's gone Awol.

I'm going to kill him.

Mrs Bempton...

..how do you know that you're going to die today?

We're no different from any other species.

All animals, when they reach old age, know when their time has come.

But to be so specific?

I had a dream last night.

Eddie came and held my hand until the end.

He was always such a good boy.

When he was little, he used to brush my hair every morning.

I felt so soothed.

Listen.

There really is no easy way to say this, but...

..I think you might be becoming a little confused.

Your son Eddie died two years ago.

What?!

Dr Reid told me.

Well, she's mistaken. It's absurd!

He died in Lyon, and you attended the funeral.

No.

I'm very sorry.

Why would you be saying such a thing?

You're lying!

-Mrs Bempton...

-You're lying!

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

Hi. The evaluation forms you wanted.

Thank you. I'm just waiting for Dr Carmichael's.

I don't want to rush her,

I just wanted to check them over before I went on my trip.

OK, I'll have a word.

So things seem to be going well between you and TJ?

JJ.

-Of course.

-Yes, yes, everything is fine.

But I was not aware that I had talked about him to you.

Oh, it's just cos I happened to bump into Karen.

She said that you'd had a nice meal together.

Been seeing each other long?

Well, a while.

Well, since we met at St Phil's.

Ah, yeah. So you don't know each other that well?

I'm sorry, why all the questions?

No reason.

So no-one has been gossiping?

Gossiping? No, no, no.

Well, I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me, I have work to do.

I was just asking, as a friend.

I'm sorry, Dr Granger, but I had never put you down as someone

who would engage or listen to tittle-tattle.

It is very disappointing.

Mrs Bempton.

Gwen.

It's going to be all right.

I'm going to get you some help.

There's no need to be frightened.

-EDDIE:

-No need at all.

I'm here now, Mum.

Told you I was coming, didn't I?

Eddie!

You rascal.

Always playing tricks on your old mum.

Where did you go for lunch?

Oh, don't ask.

Rob's idea of fine dining is a bag of chips in the car.

How's it going, ladies?

Oh, hello. Oh, very rock and roll.

Always wear leathers on the bike. Nothing else will do.

-Nice artwork.

-A mate did it.

-You should see him with a needle in his hand.

-Sorry?

-He's a tattoo artist.

-Oh.

Here she is. You all set?

Yes, yes.

(You didn't have to be quite so nice.)

(What about you? "Ooh, nice artwork.")

I am so sorry that I am abandoning you in the middle of the day.

Now, if there are any problems, please do not hesitate

to contact me.

-Oh, now, this is Dr Granger.

-Oh, nice to meet you.

-Likewise.

Although I think we've met once before,

-when Winifred was in hospital.

-Yes, we did.

Hey, I've got a suit just like that.

Only wear it for weddings and funerals.

-(Or when he's in the dock.)

-PHONE RINGS

-You lying little toerag.

-Not again.

I can't believe you'd lie to me like that.

-Eesh...

-I know you've gone Awol.

I've been on the phone to Jonno.

And I've just been on the phone to my welfare warrant officer.

-He's just sent me an e-mail.

-What?

Here, you can read it for yourself.

Happy now?

I don't get it.

It's an apology.

The doctor on the base forgot to inform my SO about my sick leave.

So it's all a mistake?

Yep.

You really are ill.

Thanks for trusting me.

Here's one when you were just two.

She's extremely confused.

I thought it was due to the morphine.

Your first day at big school.

I think I was more nervous than you.

It could be dementia, or she could just be deluding herself.

But she's very frightened.

I'd forgotten how distinguished you looked

at your graduation.

If she continues to refuse to go into a hospice then...

we might have to look at admitting her against her will.

I'm just a bit worried, that's all.

OK.

I'll try and convince her first.

Thanks, Emma.

Gwen.

Gwen? What is it? Are you all right?

You're not my son.

He's dead.

SHE SOBS

I'm really sorry.

It's a bit late for that.

It's just, after all the stuff with Mum...

What?

-Is that how you see me?

-No.

I guess I just got scared that that's how you'd end up.

-I shouldn't have doubted you.

-Too right.

-Fancy a brew?

-No.

So other than a dodgy gut and headaches,

what other symptoms have you had?

Sometimes I struggle to get my words out.

Do you think it could be PTSD?

No way. I know the signs.

Have you been tested for anaemia or diabetes?

I've had some blood tests, but they all came back fine.

-Any hair loss or weight loss?

-No.

Right, well, I'm going to get you in tomorrow as an emergency patient

-at the Mill.

-OK.

In the meantime, I think it'd be a good idea if you got some fresh air.

It's a shame you weren't this bothered earlier.

I've said I'm sorry.

I was just looking out for you.

It's what we do, isn't it?

Remember what you did to Jonno?

He wasn't good enough for you.

Yeah, but shaving off his eyebrows!

He had a job interview the next day.

I'll make that brew.

Gwen.

I know that you don't want to hear this...

but you really do need to go into a hospice.

They can give you all the care that you need.

I want Eddie here with me.

I don't want to die alone.

But you don't have to.

You don't understand.

I don't want to be surrounded by strangers.

I want people that matter, my family, my little boy.

But there's no-one left to hold my hand

when the time comes.

I know you don't believe me, but this really is my last day...

..and if Eddie were here, he would make it all right.

He would stroke my arm and...

..brush my hair.

-I've got a surprise for you.

-What is it?

-Where did you get this?!

-A mate of mine agreed to lend it me.

What a beauty, eh?

Oh, it really is.

And I've had this customised for you.

Oh, that is interesting.

Allow me!

-Slowly.

-Almost there. Bend your knees a little bit.

Don't tell me to bend my knees.

You didn't tell me the Chuckle Brothers were out here.

-So did you have a word?

-I'll tell you later.

There we go.

Oh!

Now, Miss Pitman...

I have organised a PPG meeting for next week.

Dr Granger, the accountant has asked that the budget

projections be discussed at the next partners' meeting.

Please, will somebody remind Dr Vere to do a fire drill in my absence?

And, Dr Reid, would you mind looking at the rota?

Just so that everything is distributed evenly.

Oh.

Thank you.

How do I look?

Beautiful.

I've never seen the sky so blue.

No?

And the birds.

They're lovely.

Oh!

Shall I call you an ambulance?

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

I knew you'd come.

Please.

My perfect, golden boy.

Bye, Eddie.

Goodbye, Mum.

Any news on JJ's photo?

I've just had a text from one of my PCs who recognises JJ

and I think he might have some information.

I knew it. What's he done?

I don't know but I will try and find out.

It might be too late by then.

Karen, it's supposed to be confidential.

She could be in danger!

Right, let's go.

Mrs Tembe!

Mrs Tembe!

That's your baby brother's heartbeat.

It's going, ba-boom, ba-boom.

What is it?

Valerie, no, that's fine.

Pitman!

She's a bit in your face,

but it's not like they're going to run off together.

-Karl Lee?

-Good luck.