Wise Up (Part One) Doctors

LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

Hey!

-Here.

-I can't.

I have.

You have already?

Well, you can't take two!

Can't I?

You know you can't!

So, stop me.

RINGING

Cheers.

Why is it so quiet?

What? Oh, it's an RTC on the Birmingham Road,

just outside the airport.

All available officers. Sounds like carnage.

Right, here's your next victim.

It's Chas Martell. He's in for shoplifting laxatives.

He's complaining of stomach pains.

-Great.

-It could be worse.

You could be at the airport.

Very true.

Right.

HE GROANS

When was the last time you went to the toilet?

Not since Spain.

When was that?

My uncle was meant to bring me something.

What?

He was meant to bring something to the airport.

Because he knew you were ill,

or because he knew you'd need laxatives?

I tried to get some in the airport, but I had no money,

so I got the train into town

and I found a chemist there.

And you thought you'd steal some?

Have you swallowed something?

Have you got drugs inside you?

Help me. Help me, please! Help me!

Rob!

OK. What have you swallowed? And when?

-Yep?

-We're going to need an ambulance.

OK. Oh, you do realise it's going to be at least 20 minutes

because of the RTC?

Calm down!

No, I can't work like this. I shouldn't have come in.

You had to. You're on call.

I'll say that I'm sick.

Then you should have told them before.

I'll say it's just come on.

What if they realise you're high?

Go home now, or you'll lose your job.

Well, if you can't get through this how you are...

Come on.

Drink.

Come on.

Rachel, we can't.

So you keep saying.

The club was one thing, but...

This is the other. To bring you down.

Someone'll notice. These drugs are audited!

You sound like an accountant!

I'm being serious.

I've got to give some to a patient, anyway.

I'll just reduce the dose.

Have you done this before?

Me? Never.

We are going to work better than we ever have.

What drugs did you swallow?

They didn't tell me.

All right. How much? How many packets?

20 fingers.

Did they use Latex gloves? They cut off the fingers?

I just want to see my uncle.

What, the one who arranged all this? Yes, I'd like to see him, too.

HE GROANS

-Are the drugs squad going to meet us there?

-When they can.

Until then, they've asked for a forensic physician

to supervise the handling of the evidence.

Right, so is one on their way?

No, they're all at the RTC. You'll have to do it.

Great!

Be normal. Everything is normal, and if it stops being normal...

No, no - you keep hold of it - you're the charge nurse.

I had one cut. For emergencies.

What?!

If someone...

If someone finds out there's a second key cut...

They won't. It's called managing the risk.

Managing the risk? It's professional suicide!

It's not! It's getting through the night.

And no, it's not the first time that I've done it.

I've done everything. Everything you have ever thought of.

FOOTSTEPS

And where's everybody supposed to eat their breakfast?

Sorry.

I just thought with Emma working lates, there'd be more room, and...

Don't you want to do your work?

But you just asked me to...

I just hope Dr Clay takes his job a bit more seriously.

Hang on! I take my job very seriously.

Someone doesn't fancy working from home, so...

That's exactly what I'm doing.

-You're not checking out the Kardashians' Instagram?

-No!

But what are you looking at, then?

I'm checking my patient numbers.

You expect me to believe that?

Yeah, because it's true!

Look, just because I'm sat at home doesn't mean I'm not...

So easy, mate.

Jimmi's got your results. He pushed them through.

He's coming in to the Mill early to meet us.

-And you're going to come in with me?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

-Then, once we know what we're dealing with...

-We'll beat it.

-Yeah.

Wouldn't you be better waiting till you find out what it is?

Didn't I just say that?

Where are we meant to have breakfast?

Can you see the tic-tac pattern of the packets?

Hm-mm. Right. My first drugs mule.

We need you to sign this before you can have your operation.

I'm going to be OK, though?

I'll run through the risks with you before we start.

But you do need to give us your consent.

I-I can't. They'll kill me!

They, whoever they are, aren't here,

whereas the drugs leaking inside your stomach,

they really will kill you.

Here, here and here.

And we think one of them must have split?

Well, that would explain the stomach pain.

Right.

That's an awful lot of drugs.

Yes, it is.

Do I really have to give them all to you?

Sorry?

A joke.

Completed consent form.

Thank you.

Right, then.

Let's get started, shall we?

Here you go. Careful, it's hot.

Morning. I'll be right with you.

How long is this going to continue?

How long is what going to continue?

You punishing me. It was a joke.

Not to Valerie.

ZARA SIGHS

Morning.

The style icon...

How to do it for less.

I could go home and change if you want.

I... No, not at all, Valerie - it's fine.

Thank you for being so understanding.

Until you've made amends.

-Could you come through?

-Come on.

I had a patient recently. Hers were wrapped in condoms.

The same thing happened. Have you seen much of it?

Packers? Drug mules? Not so much round here.

We get more what we call "stuffers" -

that's drug dealers trying to hide the evidence

by shoving it down their throats, or worse.

-I've seen quite a few overdoses that way.

-Hm.

He's stable.

Good.

The evidence?

We'll need to test it.

See what it is so we know how to treat him.

Yeah. Our lot will need to do the same.

In the meantime, have you got anywhere safe we can lock it up?

Is that the only key on the ward?

-Yep.

-Right.

Well, I have a man here so no-one can get in or out without us knowing.

Fire escapes?

The doors are alarmed.

Yeah, of course.

Can I have the key?

We'll need it.

I'm not going anywhere.

-PHONE RINGS

-Excuse me.

Sergeant Hollins.

Yeah, well, I will give the evidence to forensics as soon as they get here.

When is that going to be, by the way?

OK. Looks like I'm going to have to stay and guard the witness, then.

Oh, have they? Well, we're definitely not going anywhere. OK, thanks. Bye.

They've found the uncle.

-Have they really?

-Yeah.

-Hello, Billy.

-What's going on?

You've been in a car crash.

At the airport.

No, whoa, whoa - no, no, no - you've got a chest drain in.

You've got something called a pneumothorax.

In other words, don't move.

If you pull that out, your lungs stop working and you can't breathe.

No, I need to pick up my nephew.

No, you don't. Because he's here.

He's being operated on to have drugs removed from his stomach.

-You what?

-Oh, come on, Billy. Don't pretend you're not involved.

Of course I'm not involved. Where is he? I need to see...

-OK. Nurse?

-I'll be with you in a second.

So how is he? Chas?

Like you care.

Of course I care. Is he going to be all right?

No thanks to you.

Come on. Let's go.

Close the curtains on your way out.

I'd like some privacy.

Would you? Privacy? I wouldn't get used to it.

Not where you're going.

So, we can rule out anaemia, diabetes or an underactive thyroid.

What about ruling something in and telling me what's wrong?

I can't, sorry. I haven't found anything.

There's a possibility there could be an infection,

so I could refer you for a chest X-ray.

How long's that going to take?

-They should fit him in within the week.

-Then what?

We come back, we reassess.

And what if you still don't find out what it is?

We reassess again.

Well, he's only got ten days to tell the Army what's wrong.

I could do a mental health assessment.

The symptoms could be explained by depression.

No, I'm not depressed. It's just this getting me down.

Sorry. Sometimes you just have to wait and see.

But we can't - we've already told you that.

Can't you give me some idea?

What about referring him to a neurologist?

So we can rule out a brain tumour.

Brain tumour?

I really don't think it's a brain tumour,

or anaemia, or diabetes, or an underactive thyroid.

I thought you'd... I thought this would be good news.

So he's going to go back to the Army as sick as when he left?

Good news? It's no news.

Come on.

DOOR CLOSES

I really am sorry.

Coming in looking like you.

I... Well, I wouldn't quite say that.

The trouble is,

I'm not the only person who's noticed the similarities between us.

And you of all people know what men are like.

Of all people?

Like dogs. I'm a cat person.

Not like that. Not like Emma.

But more like Geoffrey. My cat.

So if I have given anyone the wrong impression...

I'm sure you haven't.

Well, if you hear anything.

I shall ignore it.

-Aren't you and Emma going away tomorrow?

-Yes.

Yes, we are.

Lovely.

I know it's a process of elimination, but it doesn't make any sense.

There can't just be nothing wrong!

But you've ruled out lots of things.

Yeah, that's what Jimmi said, but I want a second opinion.

Look at those big, brown eyes.

Billy?

What are you doing here?

I'm from round here. Do you remember?

Right. Sorry, I forgot.

I came back after it all fell apart in London.

I had to go.

With all my money.

I had to get away.

Why?

Did you meet somebody else?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I swore that if I ever saw you again...

Anyway, how's Chas?

Who?

Chas Martell, my nephew. How is he?

He's in recovery.

Oh, so he's going to be OK?

Yeah.

I'd like to see him.

I'll see what I can do.

What have they done with the drugs?

The police have got them.

Got 'em where? Has someone come to take them away?

So they're still here, then?

Where are they?

Kill you, that's what I swore I'd do.

But I won't.

Not if you get me my drugs.

You're on something now, aren't you?

Same old Rachel.

Look at those big, brown eyes.

What kind of person risks their own nephew as a drugs mule?

-We don't know that that's what's happened.

-Oh, come on!

He was going to pick him up at the airport.

-You said yourself you thought he was involved.

-Unless Chas tells us that...

Yeah, but he's not going to, is he? He's terrified.

Yeah, well, until that happens or new evidence comes to light,

then Billy Martell is just some bloke who's been in a car crash.

He is a patient and not a suspect.

Oh, how is he?

He wants to see his nephew.

You're not going to let him, are you?

Not if I can help it.

But like I say, patient, not suspect.

He risked his nephew's life!

We don't know that for sure!

He was happy to see his nephew die for a bag full of drugs.

We've no idea what he's capable of.

That is circumstantial evidence.

-Oh, right - so there's nothing you can do?

-I didn't say that.

-RINGING

-See ya.

Zara, hi.

Emma, hi, I just wanted to go through some last minute details for the conference.

Zara, I'm at the hospital and I've been here all night.

I'm not really sure I'm going to be up to it.

Of course you will.

Look, to be honest, I feel much better, anyway.

That's a perfect time to go, then.

Zara, can you hang on? I've got another call coming through.

OK, so that's a yes, then?

-What?

-For the conference?

Um... Yes, fine, all right.

Wonderful. I'll...

DIAL TONE

Hi, Ayesha.

They didn't find anything.

He's tested negative for everything.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

I just want to know what it might be so then I can do something about it.

OK, um... OK, so he can perform minimal tasks?

Yes.

-But has reduced mobility?

-Exactly.

So what do you think it might be?

Well, I'm not sure,

but the symptoms are very similar to chronic fatigue syndrome.

CFS?

Possibly.

Hello?

I've got to go.

Hello?

DIAL TONE

Great!

What's CFS?

Chronic fatigue syndrome. But it's not that.

Come on. Let's go.

Really? Is there nowhere else that you can put him?

-Not really.

-You must have a separate room?

We're trying to keep them apart.

Sorry. The rooms are full and we've still got patients coming in from the car crash.

I'm sorry, Uncle Billy.

Don't-Don't try and speak.

I messed up.

No, you didn't.

I did, though.

Haven't you got somewhere else you can be?

Not that I can think of, no.

Oh. Only I'd like some time alone with my nephew.

Oh! How touching.

Sorry, who are you exactly?

Dr Reid, forensic medical examiner.

So what are you doing here?

She saved Chas's life.

Isn't that your job?

To protect your investment? No.

Protecting my investment? What do you mean?

-You know exactly what I mean.

-No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?

Out of interest, does Dr Reid saving your nephew's life mean anything to you?

Of course it does. That's what I'm trying to say.

We nearly lost you, mate.

I'm really sorry, Uncle Billy.

And I've told you, you've got nothing to be sorry about.

You're alive - that's all I care about.

What, even though I...?

Even though nothing. That's the anaesthetic talking.

I don't even know why you're bothering.

None of this'd be admissible.

All the same, he's a suspect in a serious crime and it's my duty to make sure he's not a flight risk.

A flight risk? If he stood up, he'd faint.

All the same.

Lunch plans?

Er, yeah... I might go for a walk.

It's not very sociable.

No.

I saw you chatting with Ayesha earlier.

Yeah, she was upset.

-About Karl?

-Hm.

She's finding it difficult to come to terms with the change in him,

which is understandable.

Oh, right. So you weren't discussing my consultation?

No.

Weren't giving a second opinion?

No!

Not even for Ayesha?

What's that supposed to mean?

Just, you know, you two seem close ever since you went to see your mum.

Are you sulking?

Excuse me? No!

Because I took her and I didn't take you?

-Don't be ridiculous.

-You're the one being ridiculous, mate.

Al, I heard her - that's why she wanted a second opinion.

Well, you certainly didn't hear her get one, did you?

What about Al?

What about him?

Did you ask how his mother is?

Are you serious?

Have you seen the effort I have been making with Valerie?

I think you should be making more effort with everyone.

What about Emma?

She was ready to pull out of the conference.

And Sid?

Oh, come on! He's not even in.

You can always phone him.

Did you ask him how his positivity course went?

Why don't you take Al for lunch?

I can't.

-Why not?

-I'm not going out for lunch. I've brought something in.

Well, either that, or you're going through the motions.

So, how did it go?

Emma thinks it could be CFS.

Chronic fatigue. Yeah, the symptoms could fit.

You haven't got CFS, OK?

-Why not?

-Some people think it doesn't really exist.

I didn't say it doesn't exist.

I've seen patients with it.

So have I.

It's not just an excuse for being lazy, you know.

I didn't say it was!

All I'm saying is, some people do.

And all I'm saying is, my brother hasn't got CFS, OK?

Right.

You can go if you want.

No, no, no - I'll wait.

Wait for what, Emma?

You saved him. You got him here.

Yeah, not so he could go back to him.

Yeah, but that's why I'm here to watch them.

And what if you get called away?

That's not your job.

Oh, right, so now you're going to tell me what my job is?

Anyway, I can't leave.

I left my car at the station.

Everything all right, Nurse?

Everything's fine.

Good. That's what we like to hear.

What are we like, eh?

You with your drip, me with my container.

Mr Martell? I'm Mr Ames, the surgeon. How are you feeling?

Me, I'm fine, Doctor. How are you?

Good, thank you.

The nurse has been telling me a lot about you.

I don't think I was.

Did you operate on Chas?

Yes, and on you.

Oh, so you saved his life?

Well, I was just doing my job.

No, no, you did. Don't do yourself down. Isn't that right, Chas?

Yeah.

So, say thank you.

Thank you.

And how are you feeling now?

Me? I'm hunky dory, Doc.

Good. How about you, Chas?

-Are you in pain?

-Yeah.

Don't worry. We'll get you something.

I'm going to need the key.

Yes, right.

Thank you.

Don't worry, mate - they won't be long.

Ooh. Clearly French.

Very nice.

Well, you don't find vintage Roquefort every day.

-No.

-I got it from the cheese shop in town especially for you.

Cool.

Not everyone likes it, do they?

Don't they?

My father does. I should take him some.

My mother was never a blue cheese person.

I was very hard on my mother.

How old were you?

-When she died?

-Yeah.

-14.

-And you were hard on her?

She started it!

But I do wish... that I had tried harder.

Like you are.

So, if you ever want to talk...

..I know what you're going through.

I mean, to an extent.

As much as anyone can.

Right, that's it, I'm going.

Enjoy the cheese.

How did it go?

Very well.

Good. Glad to see you taking my advice.

And aren't you just loving it?

It's all for your own good.

Yes, well, I've learned my lesson, done what I had to do.

AL TUTS

It's all just a game, isn't it?

No! Al...

Happy now?

No. You still haven't spoken to Sid.

About his positivity course?

Positivity. The very thought.

Well, maybe you should take a course like that yourself.

I am going on a course.

What are you doing with your training day?

Mrs Tembe has got us doing all sorts of online training things.

Right, OK.

So, while this place is run by locums,

you and Al and Jimmi and Sid are doing an "online thing"?

Yep, that's right.

And I'm the one who's going through the motions.

Well, what do you suggest I do?

Well, I don't know. Go somewhere.

Get yourselves away from this place.

Al and Sid could use it,

and I know Jimmi feels a bit down at the moment and you'd get a day out.

OK. I'll think about it.

Er... Sid.

That's it. Just breathe. The painkillers won't be long.

You hang in there, mate.

Bit of tramadol, oxycodone - you'll be all right.

I'm just saying.

Here.

Can I talk to you for a moment, please?

Right.

Is he your boyfriend?

Only, you seem a bit distracted.

Why don't you let her get on with her work?

What do you think I'm trying to do?

Well, are you going to give it to him or you just going to stand there and watch him suffer?

-Ready?

-Yeah.

This is how it was.

It's gone. The bag of drugs is gone.

You look tired.

I am very tired, yes.

Something's happened, hasn't it?

Wouldn't be a bag of drugs, would it?

One, two, three!

It wasn't me!

Well, who else could it be?

-Billy wants to talk to you.

-He thinks it was me, doesn't he?

Give me my drugs, or I'll kill you.