The Man in the Mirror Doctors

MUSIC: Look In The Mirror by Benson Taylor, Carolanne Busuttil, Yoed Nir

PHONE BEEPS

You all right?

-I'm fine.

-What happened?

Lost my grip.

-I'll replace it.

-I'm not worried about that.

You're bleeding.

Hold it up.

Here.

Can I use this?

Painful?

A bit.

You should get it checked out, there might be glass in there.

I can't spend the whole afternoon in A&E.

-There's somewhere I need to be.

-We'll get it sorted.

There's a drop-in at the Campus Surgery.

But I'm meant to be at training.

I could drive you.

Siegfried.

I'm really on fire this morning.

Oh, I couldn't handle green tea at this time.

Don't you fancy a proper cup of tea?

Nice and strong, lots of sugar.

Do not listen to temptation, Dr Carter.

I'm not in the least bit tempted.

This sugar ban is really starting to kick in.

I am very pleased to hear that.

I've been working on this for days, then suddenly this morning, ping!

Bewilderment, see?

Right, just one more to go.

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

Preparatory.

Excuse me, how much longer will this take?

Shouldn't be long.

Students, see? Important appointment with Homes Under The Hammer.

You can go if you need to.

Do you really think I'm that sad?

Course not. You're...

What?

Nothing.

Mr Popular.

Hardly.

It's tough, isn't it, getting to know people?

It is, yeah.

I was gutted when I didn't get a place in halls,

but it's all right, the house share.

I like living with you.

Me too.

Maybe we should...

hang out more?

I'm going to this black-tie thing this evening.

Is that the right time?

I think so.

Like I was saying, this thing tonight...

Robbie Nelson, please.

Do let me know how you get on.

I've been sharing the joys of low sugar with Mrs Miller.

Is this going to take long?

Almost there.

I'm supposed to be at training.

Sportsman, yeah?

Weights, mostly. My PT is expecting me.

I'm sure he'll understand.

I can't afford to miss a session.

All done.

It won't scar, will it?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

-Do you want to tell me what happened?

-Does it matter?

I'm just trying to help. Looks like you were in a fight.

-I don't fight.

-It looks like you threw a punch.

I broke a mirror.

-By punching it?

-It was an accident.

This is a waste of time, I'm fine.

Fittest I've been in ages.

Exercising regularly, taking all the right supplements.

I can do without all the questions.

OK. Rest up the hand, go easy on it,

and I'm here if you need to talk.

-Whoa, steady.

-Sorry.

-Robbie?

-Someone's in a hurry.

I was supposed to be giving him a lift.

Don't worry. The chase is half the fun.

Was that Robbie Nelson?

Yeah. Why?

I barely recognised him.

He was skin and bones a couple of months ago.

He must have worked hard to get those results so quickly.

Yeah, a bit too hard maybe.

He was pretty obsessed with getting back to training.

Well, I think he looks great. Good on him.

Be just like us after a few more weeks of battling the sugar monster.

My sugar monster is clawing at my brain.

Really? I feel much better today.

Oh, good for you.

No pain, no gain, Karen.

What time do you call this?

-Sorry.

-I can't see you now.

-But...

-You're not my only client, you know.

So that's 9.30 next Tuesday.

Thank you, Mr Douglas.

No, you're welcome. Bye.

Good to see you, Sarah. Good luck with the interview.

I'm going to take an early lunch.

Enjoy your early lunch.

He's perky.

As you're going to be after your hot date.

Are you going to pick up where you left off last night?

Ooh!

He's already staying the night?

-You've only been on a couple of dates.

-So what?

Have you got a photo?

No. All you need to know is he's gorgeous and totally ripped.

I can second that.

So where is he taking you? Somewhere fancy?

Just the Icon.

I was going to go to the Icon at lunchtime.

-Were you?

-Didn't I mention it?

I was going to get orders from everyone.

I might just pop over and say hello, if I see you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

I didn't actually expect you to pick up. Hi.

What's up?

I was going to ask you earlier, but you rushed off.

Did you forget I was waiting?

Sorry.

It's about that black-tie thing tonight.

They're usually a laugh and I wondered...

I don't know, I'm not really into that kind of stuff.

I haven't even got any smart gear.

-Sorry.

-It's OK.

It's just not my thing.

No big deal. I'll be there anyway,

drinking warm beer and making awkward chitchat.

I've got to go.

Right.

I'll see you later, then.

Yeah.

Not a problem, I'll try and do it later. Have you e-mailed it to me?

Bulking up?

I always saw you as Popeye before the spinach, not after.

-Very funny.

-Yep, got it.

Whoa, that's a lot.

When you said...

OK, I'll do my best.

Robbie Nelson.

Could be part of a bulk order?

That's your next patient and he's just nipped to the loo.

OK, so I jumped to the wrong conclusion. But there is a reason.

The way Robbie has been behaving recently,

he's obviously lying about how he hurt himself.

You said yourself, he's changed a lot, significantly, since you last saw him.

What are you saying?

I don't know, but something's not right.

Try those. If it doesn't get any better, please come back.

I am sorry to have wasted your time, Doctor.

Not at all. Sinus congestion can be very painful.

-Thank you.

-And give my regards to Mr Tovey.

Is that some kind of a joke?

Sorry?

My husband passed away three weeks ago.

I'm sorry, I had no idea.

No idea?

He was in the care of this surgery.

Does it mean nothing to you when a patient dies?

Mrs Tovey, please forgive me. It was an honest mistake.

Are you all right?

Yeah, sorry.

It's just that woman...

It's OK, I know her.

Hi, Valerie.

Oh, hello. I didn't see you there.

Valerie, this is Seb. Seb, this is Valerie.

Valerie and I work together.

Another nurse?

Oh, no, I'm just a receptionist.

You shouldn't do yourself down. I bet it does the patients

a world of good, seeing that smile when they walk in.

Very nice.

I hear you're a fitness instructor.

I once turned my hand to that myself, actually.

Did you?

Well, I helped my neighbour train for the Letherbridge Fun Run.

But it's the same principle, really.

Of course it is. Motivation, inspiration.

I'm sure you were brilliant.

Well, I don't like to blow my own trumpet.

I think your food might be ready.

Of course. I'll leave you to it.

It was very nice to meet you.

The pleasure was all mine.

Nice threads.

Does this mean you've changed your mind about tonight?

Dunno.

I reckon you'd look good in that one.

Are you taking the mickey?

What?

No.

I'm taking it all back.

-Why?

-I hate shopping.

Sweating in those stupid cubicles.

OK.

How about some nosh, then?

I'm kind of on a meal plan.

All right, Luke. Time to take a hint.

I could grab a coffee or something.

Really?

Why not?

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

No.

Of course I'm up for it.

That'd be great.

Yeah, yeah.

Cheers.

Everything OK?

It was my trainer, he's invited me to this outdoor fitness thing.

I missed this morning's session.

-Just a quick coffee, then.

-I can't.

Sorry.

It's starting now.

Right.

-Another time?

-Definitely.

Hey, Luke.

Yeah?

You couldn't give me another lift, could you?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Fancy a sandwich while we're quiet?

Yeah, maybe in a minute.

All right?

It says here you treated Robbie Nelson for a broken jaw.

Yeah, nasty business, ex-boyfriend.

Let me know.

I don't know where those drinks have got to.

She's a bit of a character, our Valerie.

I could tell.

Did you find the place OK?

Well, yeah, we were here last night,

before we went somewhere a bit more private.

Of course, sorry. My head's a bit of a mess.

I blame lack of sugar.

I have some high-energy snacks if you're struggling.

Honestly, it's fine. It was sort of a joke.

Oh.

Sorry, what were we talking about?

I had a funny story about getting here, actually.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I tried to go down the ring road but I'd forgotten

it was closed for roadworks -

had to double back the whole way.

So, then I get stuck behind this van...

Nightmare.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hey, I've got a bowl of veggie soup with your name on it.

Right.

What's wrong? You were on top of the world this morning.

Yes, I was, until I asked Mrs Tovey to give my regards to her husband.

And?

-He died recently.

-Oh.

Right.

Well, why don't we go for a little walk?

And a large cream cake.

Blimey, you didn't say your trainer was Vin Diesel.

Thanks for the lift. I'll see you at home.

You're welcome to join us.

Really?

It isn't really Luke's thing.

No, it is.

I love exercising.

Right up my street, this.

Is it? Are you sure?

I have exercised before, you know.

When you're ready, ladies. Let's get warmed up.

Sprint to the tree, then ten burpees.

You don't have to do this.

Know what a burpee is, new boy?

All right, Robbie, we know he looks ridiculous, no need to stare.

I wasn't.

Squat position, squat thrust. Let's go.

Breathless already? This is just the warm-up.

Sprint to the tree then give me ten more.

Dig deep. Go.

Go!

-So I met Seb.

-And?

Well, gorgeous is right,

and quite the flirt with it.

I hope Ayesha is not feeling threatened, though,

by the amount of attention he paid me.

Let's just say I think she'll probably cope.

Mrs Tovey, did you forget something?

I'm not some forgetful old dear.

I wasn't implying...

I'm here to see the Practice Manager.

Actually, we're closed for lunch.

I want to make a complaint.

Right, well...

Mrs Tovey, I can only apologise again.

I've heard your apologies, Dr Carter.

I'm here to speak to someone senior.

I won't be fobbed off.

No-one is fobbing you off.

I am sick of being patronised.

Is everything all right?

No. I want to make a complaint.

All right, if you would like to come into my office.

You ever fancied that?

Being shouted at by someone? No, I prefer to run on my own.

Nothing wrong with a bit of positive motivation.

Is that Robbie Nelson? Robbie!

Socialise on your own time, Robbie.

You shouldn't be putting pressure on that hand.

What's he talking about, hand?

I cut myself earlier, but it's fine.

Let's get back to it, then.

Five ground zeroes and five stars.

This isn't a spectator sport.

Charmer, isn't he?

Just doing his job.

Robbie's going for it a bit.

A bit too much, actually, he's already been to the gym once today.

He's got some kind of exercise addiction?

Yeah, maybe.

How's the rest of your day been?

Not bad. Started out with a workout.

-Cool.

-On Tuesdays I focus on chest, shoulders, triceps.

Bench press, dips, skull crushers.

Sounds dangerous.

-It is actually a triceps isolation exercise.

-I guessed that.

And Thursdays are back and biceps.

Friday's usually leg work.

Fascinating.

I've had this for weeks.

Phoning companies to cancel his accounts.

"Are you the account holder?

"Well, can you put them on the line, then? And why not?"

How many times do I have to explain that my husband is dead?

This must be very difficult for you.

I thought at least his own surgery would have noticed.

But, no.

Was my husband so insignificant?

Of course not.

And I am sure Dr Carter did not mean to upset you that way.

Once again, you have my sincerest apologies.

What good is an apology?

What are you going to do about it?

I am going to contact all of the staff about this matter.

And you have my promise that we are going to review our system.

Let's keep up the pace.

Come on, new boy.

I said sprint, not limp!

Is that the time?

I'm going to have to get back to work, I'm really sorry.

Of course.

We should do this again.

Tonight, if you're free?

I'll call you.

If I could eat anything now, it would be a knickerbocker glory.

You can't give up now, you're doing really well.

What happened?

I tripped, turned my ankle.

Maybe you pushed it too hard?

What's that supposed to mean?

I believe in personal responsibility.

You shouldn't compete if you can't take the pace.

You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Robbie?

Well, yeah.

I suppose.

If someone's too soft, they should just admit it.

Well, maybe you should leave.

You come with me, we'll take a look at that.

So that's the bloke you've been so desperate to impress?

-It isn't like that.

-Isn't it?

Robbie, do you want to wait outside?

No, I want him to stay.

See what damage his big hero has done.

Is it broken?

No, but it'll take a couple of weeks to settle.

You need ice, compression, elevation.

Just try and stay off it as much as you can.

If you didn't want to impress him, why didn't you stick up for me?

What's the point of looking like Action Man if you let people treat you like that?

Action Man?

You practically live in the gym and you can't stand up to that bully.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Robbie, could you do me a favour, could you look into that mirror?

Tell me what you see.

Why?

I think it might be important.

My shoulders are bony.

My arms aren't big enough.

My legs...

Are you serious?

Skinny.

Pale.

Weak.

I think I know what you mean, so would you like to go

somewhere private to talk about this?

Just say it.

Have you heard about something called body dysmorphia?

Isn't that what anorexics have?

It's an anxiety disorder,

it means the way people see themselves is distorted.

-And that's what's happening to Robbie?

-Load of rubbish.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm not. I'm just not happy with how I look.

It's normal.

It's not just about your reflection.

People with body dysmorphia get agitated when they can't

go to the gym. Does that sound familiar?

No.

The gym's just something to do.

OK. I don't think you're being 100% honest with yourself.

Luke, could you give us a minute?

No, don't go.

If the doctor's worried...

I'll take it easy, let my hair down more.

Maybe I could start with that thing tonight.

Really?

If you're still up for it.

Yeah.

That doesn't solve the issue, though, does it?

So maybe if you could sit down,

we can talk things through and you can decide what to do.

I've already decided.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Thanks, but I don't need your help any more.

It was very unfortunate.

I understand that these things happen.

I have managed to calm Mrs Tovey down.

She is not going to take it any further,

but it has got me thinking.

Mentioning patient deaths in a weekly e-mail is not sufficient.

What did you have in mind?

At King's Green, we had a list on the staffroom wall

of all the patients who had recently passed away.

Bit morbid.

I am not suggesting that we decorate it with skull and crossbones -

it is merely an aide-memoire.

And anything we can do to avoid distressing bereaved patients,

surely we can bear it?

I suppose so.

I feel like I'm off to my sixth-form prom,

just without my mum taking embarrassing pictures.

I'm glad you changed your mind.

We'll have a laugh.

Yeah.

-What's wrong?

-I'm not very good at this.

Is anyone?

It's more than that.

My ex.

He had a...

..violent temper.

Oh.

The thought of it happening again...

You think I'm like that?

Course not.

Sorry.

MUSIC: Look In The Mirror by Benson Taylor, Carolanne Busuttil, Yoed Nir

You all right?

I'm sorry.

I can't do this.

Here she is, the luckiest lady in Letherbridge.

Yeah, right.

So charming, handsome, and those arms.

How did you bag that one?

Are you saying I'm not good enough?

I think Valerie was just joking.

I don't think she's in the mood.

I did sense some chemistry between us, the way he was flirting with me.

So if you're not woman enough,

I could always take him off your hands.

Grow up, Valerie.

I was only joking.

I don't think she meant it.

Ms Pitman, have you got that data I wanted?

Yes. Can I ask what this is all about?

Just something I have been working on.

All will be revealed.

Have a good evening.

Yeah, me and a bowl of fruit and a fizzy water -

that will be good.

You were right.

About what?

I look in the mirror...

..and there's this man staring back at me.

Skinny.

Pathetic.

Laughing at me.

That's the dysmorphia talking.

I'm not crazy?

No, it's a mental illness and it can be treated.

But you have to want to do something about it, Robbie,

and from what I saw today...

I'm sorry, I just couldn't.

It was like you were hounding me.

I'm such a mess.

A lot of people are.

Right, I have to go.

But I thought we could talk some more.

Well, surgery's closed, and believe it or not, I do have a life.

And you need to make a decision.

What decision?

I can get in touch with a gateway worker first thing in the morning,

they could assess you and figure out what we do next.

But you have to want to do that, Robbie.

So...

what do you want?

I want it to stop.

I know Valerie was winding you up

but she didn't deserve to have her head bitten off.

She'll get over it.

Anyway, what she was saying about him being handsome

and charming, that's true, isn't it?

I suppose.

I get it. You don't think you're good enough, do you?

A crash test dummy would be good enough.

-Sorry?

-He's boring, Emma.

He's really, really boring.

Look, you don't have to talk to him all the time.

You had fun last night, didn't you?

Cos we were having sex.

He wasn't banging on about boring gym stuff.

He made a conversation about tricep dips last for over half an hour.

Come on, give him a chance. So he's not perfect.

I just don't think he's the right one for me, that's all.

Aren't you even the least bit excited about finding out?

What's happened to the Ayesha that I knew?

The one who'd jump at a chance at having an adventure

with a handsome man.

What's happened to her?

We're so sorry for your loss.

No.

Two for the price of one?

Name and date of death - I see nothing offensive.

Unless you're one of the relatives of those people.

Tell you what - if you can get us back to the station

in less than half an hour, I'll let you lead.

I am trying.

I know that.