Bearing Gifts Doctors

Ooo! Ooo, you've missed a bit, Sadie.

Mm. Ahem!

Mm-hm.

There.

Shipshape and University of Letherbridge fashion!

-Morning!

-Good morning.

-This is brilliant, isn't it?

-What is?

The new cancer research centre. It's opening today.

Ah, now, that is good news.

-An end to all that construction work.

-Hm!

-The Janet Ngotse Treatment Centre!

-Yeah.

Apparently, the guy who gave all the money, £60 million, named it after his mum.

Says here she died of breast angiosarcoma.

I mean, that's almost unheard of.

When did she die?

Ten years ago, it says.

Well! I had no idea.

Did you know her?

-Er...yes.

-No way!

Yes, from Botswana.

Ah, Dr Haskey! What brings?

Oh, I have a golden ticket. That is a VIP invitation.

I know I'm a bit early, but I want to have a proper look.

Guided tours are being provided later.

Yeah, I don't want to be jostled around with the hoi polloi,

I want to do it at my own pace.

Mm. It's, er...highly unusual,

but you're a known personage and a non-risk.

Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

You are the acceptable face of security.

This morning, I am the liaison face of security.

Liaison?

Waiting for the head of Julius Ngotse's security team to arrive.

Apparently, he has a background in covert ops.

You and I, we have a background in covert hops.

AL CHUCKLES Very droll.

But seriously, I'm expecting a man of steely aspect

and jut-jawed determination.

Sounds painful. Well, I'll see you later, yeah?

Officer Biglow?

I'm the head of Mr Ngotse's security. Sharon Kinsella.

It was my first proper job.

Well, apart from helping my father out in the garage.

It was a charity for young widows.

All run at St Peter's Church by...

-Janet Ngotse?

-Mm. Yes.

She had set up the charity two years before.

Working alongside her small son, Julius.

Well, he's done all right for himself.

He's a multi-millionaire, according to this.

Do you know, I taught him his timetables.

-SID LAUGHS

-Well, you gave him a good grounding in numeracy, then.

Hm.

His mother was a very special woman.

She was determined to help others.

She would give you the last food in her cupboard

and the clothes off her back.

So, this centre's kind of like a memorial, then?

A tribute. I would say a tribute.

He was a student here at the university. MBA.

So, that's half of my team deployed in the external cordon,

where we'll conduct the ingress of Mr Ngotse.

-My team takes the lead.

-Right. Well...

My people will conduct close protection and threat assessment. Clear?

Um...clear, yes.

But as far as the university goes...

Mr Ngotse has donated the sum of nearly £60 million

in the creation of this facility,

and so the university should do all it can to co-operate

in his protection on the day of its opening.

The best way that can be achieved is by you following my orders.

Shall we proceed?

Um...sorry, you can't do that here.

Why not?

Well, um...this is a doctors' surgery.

And it's on the university campus

and the university is clear about freedom of speech in its charter.

-Yes, but...

-Are you going to stop me exercising my rights?

-No, but...

-What is going on here?

Your colleague is silencing democracy.

-I'm not really...

-I'm sorry.

We do not allow political statements or advertising in our surgeries.

So, you're a medical practice and you don't mind

that the new medical facility is being funded by a criminal?

-What do you mean, a criminal?

-Ngotse's businesses!

Chemical factories, plastics companies, oil refineries.

I am not aware of the nature of his business.

The nature of his businesses is exploitation,

profiteering, unsafe practices.

-That...

-Places like the Belgada Refinery, West Africa,

polluting the ground water and causing sickness in local villages.

-Yes, but you...

-The Janet Ngotse Centre

is being funded by dirty money.

Are you happy with that?

Regardless of your opinion,

it is our policy not to allow

politically-motivated material in any of our premises.

It's not politically motivated. It's motivated by humanity!

Right, make sure you hand out flyers to everyone.

Can you hold those?

We need all the banners up before Ngotse arrives.

Give me a hand with that.

So, you were in military intelligence?

Originally.

Then I became a security contractor and teamed up with my partner.

Partner?

Glenn Gerweski, my business partner.

-Oh.

-Glenn was former CIA.

Running his own company based in Madrid.

We formed Seguro Risks together.

-Seguro?

-Spanish for "Security".

Ah, yes. Viva La Paloma Blanca.

Your people have ensured that all exits are secured?

HE CLEARS THROAT

First thing on the manifest.

Ahem!

I will, of course, be double-checking.

Shall we?

What is that you are reading?

Oh, it's just this, um...Earth Issues website.

They run a lot of campaigns on climate and environmental issues.

I've signed a few of their online petitions myself.

But, of course, there's always the other side of the story, isn't there?

Well, these polls and articles, they are all a matter of opinion.

Yeah. Well, um...

this petition on the Belgada Oil Refinery

has received 57,000 signatures, so...

57,000?!

Yeah. Well, it's all about ground water pollution, soil contamination

and the forced eviction of locals. So...

And this refinery is owned by...

Julius Ngotse.

Yeah, but without him, this new cancer research centre wouldn't even be built, so...

Well, I mean, that's something.

Yes. Yes, that is something.

Right, we want some serious noise when Ngotse arrives.

Make him understand that putting money into medical research

isn't a way of washing it clean!

Right. We don't want no dirty money! No to Ngotse!

THEY CHANT: We don't want no dirty money!

No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

There's cameras here, here and...

Er...

Ah! There! Always forget that one.

So, your people have conducted a fingertip search?

Our fingers have covered more surfaces

than Lewis Hamilton's rubber.

-Tyres?

-Well, let's hope it's better than the door thing.

-That was an aberration.

-I don't do aberrations.

Have all staff been security checked?

Students. Silver service gives them a bit of money.

And you know them all, right?

Some are familiar.

You need to check all of them.

But they come from the university's own employment service.

Never heard of infiltrators? They should all have ID.

Passports, driving licences.

I want a photo match on all staff.

And if names don't match faces, I want them off-site. Understood?

Understood.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Hello?

Er...Dr Vere, I am popping out for a while.

You're curious to see how Julius Ngotse has grown up.

Hm. I will be back soon.

Er...hello.

Oh. Hello.

Exactly what do you think you're...?

This is, um...Dr Haskey.

Are you some kind of academic?

Well, I...I like to think so, but I'm also a GP.

You're still not allowed in here.

I've got the, er...the VIP invitation.

Guests aren't allowed in until 11:30.

-Couldn't we, er...?

-Exit's that way, Dr Haskey.

Actually, he's pretty well-respected around here.

Says a lot about the rest of them.

I respect him.

Security-wise, this place is leakier than a string bag.

We are attempting to do our job.

And I'm doing mine, which is keeping Mr Ngotse alive.

We've thwarted two attempts on his life in the past nine months

and we are not losing him now because

a third-division security outfit can't even lock a door.

When you see his car, make as much noise as possible.

Let Ngotse know how we really feel about him!

THEY CHANT: Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

-Ngotse's money's blood money!

-Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Kids! Kids! Friends!

Look, I never normally disagree with an angry mob,

but you have to know that the man you're protesting against,

he just donated £60 million to build this place and endow its research.

-£60 million!

-And you know where the £60 million's come from?

No, I-I don't, but I know where it's going to go to.

It's going to go into research into neuroblastoma,

Kaposi's sarcoma, angiosarcoma.

So, you don't mind that the money to do that

comes from ruining other people's lives?

I mind when people suffering aren't given a chance. OK?

And the allegations against Ngotse are just that, allegations!

I can show you proof! The cost of what he's done!

This place is going to save lives! If you need it, it'll be there.

-I admire your angry spirit...

-Behind the barrier!

-But I've got a right to protest.

-And there is a designated area.

-You touch me and that's assault!

-I'm empowered to take whatever action...

All right, let's just cool our jets, shall we?

You protest peacefully behind the barrier and you just wind it down

and we'll all be fine, yeah?

So, if we just do what we're told, everything will be fine(?)

Well, no.

THEY CHANT: Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

If you must smoke, do it by the side exit.

No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money...!

OK. It's getting too heated outside.

We'll go to the second scenario and do the drop and drive.

I'll meet Ngotse's vehicle at Position One

and escort him to Position Two.

I want the side door open and guarded. OK?

OUTSIDE: Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money...!

-Sir, this way.

-No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money...!

Bravo Two from Bravo One, en-route now. Over.

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money!

-No blood money!

-Mrs Tembe?

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

A medical philanthropist has gifted the university

this extraordinary state-of-the-art facility

and the students have rocked up to show their appreciation!

There he is!

DISGRUNTLED SHOUTS

No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money! No to Ngotse!

We don't want your dirty money!

Presentation here.

Speech and then the unveiling?

Followed by the reception.

We're ready to admit guests.

Make sure you check all invitations.

Well, I, er...I have a former connection to Mr Ngotse from Botswana.

Oh, very cool. After you.

Oh, er...no, I, er...

Ahem! I'm instructed to impose an invitation-only criterion.

Oh, that is all right.

The, er...exception being Mrs Tembe,

who is access all areas.

Well, that is very kind of you, Officer Biglow.

Subversive.

I am so sorry.

I-I'm not sure that you will remember me, Mr Ngotse.

Mrs Tembe.

Auntie Winifred!

How wonderful it is to see you! What are you doing here?

I work at a nearby medical practice.

I had no idea that you were putting funds into this centre.

Well, not until I saw your face in the newspaper.

Your mother would have been...quite proud.

It is I who am proud of her.

You remember you once fixed Mr Lebekwe's car

in lieu of our rent,

as my mother had given that month's money to Miss Matengu?

Yes. She had recently lost her husband.

I think Mrs Tembe could have been a surgeon,

if she hadn't been such a petrol head.

I believe she could be anything she wanted to.

My mother always spoke of you.

Right to the end.

She was a great mentor to me.

A truly Christian woman.

Received. Just have to make a stop on the way.

If you'll excuse me?

So, er...you did your MBA here, in Letherbridge?

A good 20 years ago, when they first set up the course.

My first degree was at the University of Botswana.

It was my proudest day, with my mother watching me receive my scroll.

And, er... Well, that led you into chemicals and oil?

West Africa has some very...exploitable fields.

Yeah, but, er...what form does that exploitation take?

Development is the term I would use to describe what we do.

Well, I have seen development take many different forms in Africa.

Indeed. But for my businesses, it has positive connotations.

-By and large...

-I-I am sorry.

But I have read things that concern me. Articles.

You should not believe all that you read on the internet.

Especially when it concerns these...pressure groups.

They have examples they have cited.

By their nature, they are not clean enterprises.

We extract materials from the ground,

refining them through heavy industrial processes.

But these processes, or their effects, they can harm people.

We try never to harm anyone.

When they say we have moved people from their land,

I can supply deed of sale of every plot.

And we paid a great deal more than they were worth.

When they talk of ground water pollution,

I can give full details of specific incidents

and also how we remedied them.

We create jobs, we create wealth.

We build schools, we build surgeries.

I would not do anything of which my mother might be ashamed.

They're ready for your speech.

-If you'll excuse me? It's been so nice catching up.

-Mm.

THEY CHANT: No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money. No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money. No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money. No blood money!

Ngotse's money's blood money. No blood money!

What is money? You cannot eat or drink it.

Money alone cannot shelter you.

Not least when illness strikes,

and that illness is your final one.

I would give everything I have for my mother to be here,

but she is not.

But her memory is.

No blood money! Ngotse's money's blood money!

All her life, my mother gave to others.

Through her deeds, through her charity.

Sometimes, all that she had.

No blood money! Ngotse's money's blood money!

From this moment, my mother will continue to give.

Give that gift that is most prized

and most elusive.

No blood money! Ngotse's money's blood money!

No blood money! Ngotse's money's blood money!

From today, Janet Ngotse will again give hope.

Ngotse's money's blood money! No blood money!

APPLAUSE

MUTED

BEEPING

NEARBY EXPLOSION

Ooo-ooo-ooo! Um...Rachel, right?

Did you hear that? It sounded like a...

-SHE HYPERVENTILATES

-Are you OK?

MRS TEMBE COUGHS

-Well, who could have done such a thing?

-I have enemies.

You don't reach my level of success

and not have enemies.

There were people in that room!

It was a kind of thunderflash device. Looks home-made to me.

-A what?

-A thunderflash.

It's used by soldiers and police to disorientate.

-A very loud bang, a lightshow.

-But no explosives?

Usually, they're a mix of potassium perchlorate and aluminium powder.

Ignition is from a battery. This time, connected to a timer.

The device is spent and there's no secondary one.

What about the people?

Paramedics and that Dr Haskey are checking them out.

Mostly cuts from broken glass and bruises from the rush to the exit.

And the centre?

There was a fire caused by the device,

but the security guy ran in with an extinguisher.

Officer Biglow.

It's time we went back.

I suggest we get you as far away as possible.

If they wanted to scare me, I want to show them that they did not.

Shall we?

Gloves. Look like black leather to me.

That's astonishing detail!

And I believe we've uncovered an astonishing conspiracy

against Mr Ngotse.

Have you found anything?

You might say.

That's me. So...?

You left the foyer before the speech.

I got called to an unlocked side door.

But that route wouldn't have taken you through the reception room.

I thought I'd take a check on the staff.

Or a check on the device?

You think I planted it?

Well, um...right about here,

you, er...you disappear.

And enter the blind spot.

Nice theory, apart from me having no means or motivation.

Shall we continue?

There!

I thought I recognised you.

It was only a thunderflash. It wouldn't have hurt anybody!

I don't know much about these thunderflashes,

but it was one hell of a bang and it must have been scary.

-Besides from the panic, anyone with a heart condition would...

-Whose side are you on?!

-I'm not on any side!

-But you know how the centre is funded.

-You told me you've read the articles.

-Just because I have an opinion

doesn't mean I agree with what you've just done. I had friends in there!

And because you had friends, they're more valuable than other people?

No! Obviously, all people are valuable!

I'm a doctor, we treat everyone regardless. And the centre would've been...

The centre says it's fine for people in the west to receive treatment

funded by the exploitation of others elsewhere.

-I'm not an expert on ethics...

-But you said you had an opinion!

Yeah, and I think it's fine for you to demonstrate. I-I think that's a right.

But I think using that device was a step too far, don't you think?

Nobody was listening.

The university, mainstream media!

OK, but, I mean, you ran, so you were scared.

And that tells me you're not completely fine with what you've just done.

SHE SIGHS So, what are you going to do?

I can't stop you, but

if you do keep running, I can't not say anything.

-So, you're going to call the police?

-No.

I think you should call them.

Tell them why you did it.

And I'm not an expert on the law, but...

They'll arrest me.

But it's better that you go to them than if they come looking for you.

This was not a good day on my watch.

Huh! How so, exactly?

An international philanthropist comes to open a research centre

he's paid £60 million for

and nearly gets blown up for his troubles. Hm!

I'm considering handing in my notice.

Barry, if you hand in your notice, then...

..I will give up real ale.

-You will?

-No, of course I won't.

Because both things are utterly preposterous! You didn't do this.

The robot woman, she was in charge.

The way you dived in there with your fire-extinguisher blazing,

you saved the day, my friend.

-I find that a reassuring account of proceedings.

-Good!

Come on, wipe your face.

Do you really hate me so much?

I hate what you've done.

The people who've been displaced,

the pollution that's made people ill.

I have countered those claims.

Some might say that's just propaganda.

-We've got the CCTV footage.

-Miss Sandhall has already confessed.

Has she also confessed to not being a student here?

Rachel Sandhall, eco-warrior.

Who will go to any lengths in getting her message across.

It will make sure the message plays in the media.

And the reasons I did it will be in the articles.

"I posed as a student and planted a percussion device to terrify people."

That's going to read really well(!)

Almost as well as your report on today and how Seguro Risks

failed to detect either Miss Sandhall, or the device.

It has never been my aim

or my intention to do harm.

You keep telling yourself that.

I am terminating your contract.

We were having to cope with a substandard security here.

Your brief was to take the lead on the security.

I find it very poor

you seek to shift the blame to this gentleman and his team.

We saved your life...twice.

But you would have failed on the third attempt

had the device been a proper one.

Well, after today, I think I need a pint.

Two, maybe.

I mean, three's more likely, but let's not rule out four, eh?

Well, I'm glad, at least, I saw YOU today.

But your decisions

could result in people getting hurt.

YOU getting hurt.

Or worse.

-Guess who's doing the trophy.

-I don't know.

No, come on, guess.

Um...the lady mayor?

-Bobby George.

-Shut up!

Do you do all that, like, stop and search?

-If I really have to.

-Like when you see a black kid?

Or a Muslim?

We are only trying to help.

But I am not interested.

It's such an honour to meet you!