Blood, Sweat and Tears Doctors

Hey, it's just me again.

Um...please let me know that you're OK. Thanks. Bye.

-Hey.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, it's an answerphone message.

Um...have you seen Mrs Tembe this morning?

No. I've just...I've just walked in. Why?

I was just wondering where she was.

Have you tried her office?

No.

OK. Well, maybe that's a good place to start.

Yep.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Right. Um...I'd better go. I've got things to do.

I'm simply not sure I'd recommend medication.

I just want something I can take to keep me calm.

Do you get into a lot of fights?

I told you, I had an accident at work.

You work at an estate agents'.

Commercial estate agents'. We deal with a lot of industrial units.

It says here that you used to work as a nightclub doorman.

What's that got to do with anything?

I'm simply trying to assess the situation

and figure out the best course of action.

Look, I need this job, OK? I...I can't afford to mess up.

Why can't you just give me something and get on with your other patients?

I'm not prepared to just dish out pills to my patients,

-especially if I don't think they'll be any use!

-This is a waste of time!

Have you considered a course of therapy, Mr Flynn?

We have had very good results.

What, more talking? Forget it.

-Ooo!

-Watch where you're going!

Er...you walked into me.

-Ooo! Is everything all right?

-Er...yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

You forgot to make your tea.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, how's that diet going?

-Oh, it's not a diet.

-No?

No. It's more a lifestyle choice.

When you spend so long making a meal, you really appreciate it.

I don't think I've ever felt so hungry.

Sister Carter.

Er...I understand that you have been rushed off your feet

over the last couple of days.

Yeah, yeah, I have. I've got mums keen not to, er...

give birth, you know, before the new year.

How do you mean?

You know, er...crossing their legs, holding on until after Christmas.

Oh, you can do that, can you, hold on?

No, no, you can't.

No. I'm just going to go and prep for, er...my mum.

Oh, weren't you looking for Mrs Tembe?

Er... Sister Carter, if you would be kind enough

just to pop into my office when you have a few moments?

Yeah. I'm free at lunchtime.

Ah, Dr Vere.

I understand it is your first taste of our new opening hours, is it not?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, um...looking forward to it.

Good. Hopefully it should be uneventful.

PHONE RINGS

Good morning. Mill Health Centre.

You can't keep making excuses for him.

I know he's family, but this is ridiculous.

I'm sure there's a good reason.

Well, if it wasn't for you, he'd be out on his ear by now.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Where have you been?

I had something I needed to do.

You're more than an hour late.

I need to get going.

You've got three appointments this morning, please don't screw them up.

I don't want a repeat of that warehouse fiasco.

What's he talking about?

Nothing. He's an idiot.

-He's trying to give you a break.

-Yeah.

-What have you done to your hands?

-Nothing. Nothing.

I got into a fight at the pub.

So, that's why you were late last night?

Come on.

What's happening to you?

Nothing. I'm fine.

You are not fine.

HE SIGHS

The last couple of weeks, you getting into some random fight?

-Yeah.

-That is not you.

Yeah, well, it's hardly surprising, though, is it?

You can't afford to be in any more trouble.

Yeah, I know. I know!

Look, I won't let you down.

I promise.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

-You all packed and ready to go?

-Er...not quite.

-Oh. Finishing early, then?

-Nope. The opposite.

-Eh?

-I'm doing the graveyard shift.

-What?!

-Why?

-It's my turn.

So, why didn't you swap it?

I kind of forgot I was doing it until this morning.

And it's too late to sort anything now, I've got too much on.

I'll just move out tomorrow. It's no big deal.

You are moving today. You're not the only doctor in this practice.

-Eesh...

-Leave it with me.

Mrs Hollins, have you have a chance to speak

to Sergeant Hollins about security?

Yes. He's really happy to do it. In fact, I've booked him in at 4pm

because there was nothing else in your diary.

Thank you. His advice would be very much appreciated.

Is there something else?

Sister Carter seems very stressed.

Do you think her workload is particularly heavy at the moment?

Karen, have you got those repeats?

Er...yeah. Two ticks. Um...

Oops! There you go.

You see her diary, do you think she is taking on too much?

I'm not her keeper, I don't know what she gets up to.

What do you mean?

Um...I... Well, I just book the patients in,

I don't know what's involved, do I?

Look, I'm sorry. Hello. Can I help you?

We'd like to speak to the practice manager, please.

-Oh! Um...

-Yes, I am the practice manager, Mrs Tembe.

We'd like an appointment with a new doctor.

A, er...a new doctor?

Not the useless one my husband saw earlier.

Well, er...perhaps you would like to explain...

Can I help? I'm the useless doctor that he saw earlier.

Hm. What were you thinking, sending him away without any help?

I didn't send him away, he left.

Well, that's not what he's told me.

-Mel, just leave it, eh?

-No.

Er...I'm sure we can sort this out. Why don't we go to my office?

Look, I've got to meet a client. I knew this was a bad idea.

Why are you letting them push you around like this?

Mrs Flynn, I did try to help your husband.

You accused him of starting a fight.

-What?

-He came to see you about his injuries,

and you virtually accused him of starting it.

So, you WERE in a fight?

Well, why did you think he came to see you?

Clearly you have a problem listening.

And you clearly have a problem

letting your husband speak for himself.

As a doctor, I can only go on the information

provided by the patient,

not some sixth sense.

Right. Shall we take this into my office?

Mel...?

Yes, Mr Cowling, that would be great.

Myself or my associate will be, er...be with you,

shall we say about 1.30?

That's great. Thank you. Yeah. Goodbye.

Where have you been?

I mean, I employ an assistant and an associate

so I don't have to do everything myself.

Yeah, sorry, um...we had to sort something out.

Shall I make you a cup of tea?

Yeah. Thanks.

What are you playing at?

I hired you to do a job.

A job you don't seem to be capable of doing.

OK. You're going to show this Cowling bloke

that warehouse down on Clare Street.

Oh, I'm sorry, have you got something more important on?

Look, one word from me and you'll be back inside, remember?

And it won't just be you who'll be losing their job.

You've let me down big-time already.

-Don't give me any more excuses.

-Listen, Paul...

We've run out of milk.

Oh, well. Marc will drop you off at the corner shop.

-He's just on his way out to show someone a warehouse, right?

-Yeah.

MARC SIGHS

SID SIGHS

Add kettle to shopping list.

OK, thanks.

-Jimmi's a no.

-You really don't need to do this, you know.

I don't mind, I've got time.

I've just remembered, I haven't even got a kettle, anyway.

Which is another reason why you can't work tonight.

You've got too much stuff to do.

So Jimmi's a no, Al point-blank refused,

Zara and Daniel are at a dinner party,

but there's still Heston.

I really do appreciate the thought,

but I'll just have to move out tomorrow.

The only thing I need to do today is pick up the keys.

It's not like I'm in a chain, am I?

-Tea?

-I don't drink tea.

Oh, yeah, 'course you don't.

You'll want the weekend to settle in.

Besides, the sooner you're out of that place, the better.

Emma. Er...do you want a tea?

Thanks.

-So, tonight's the big night?

-Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I can give you a hand, if you like. You know, help you settle in.

No, don't worry about it, it's fine.

Not because I don't want you to,

it's because I've got to work late tonight, anyway,

so I'm not going to move my stuff out after all.

Well, I could do us a late supper,

you know, if you're staying another night.

Yeah, yeah, that'd be...that'd be nice.

Great.

Mr Cowling. Marc Flynn.

-Hiya.

-You spoke to my colleague.

Here's, er...here's the spec. Let me show you around.

MARC BREATHES HARD

MARC EXHALES

Come in.

-FLASHBACK GROANING

-'Stop! Not this!'

'Oh!'

I...I-I think I've left something in the car.

Just... Just...

I hired you to do a job!

'You've let me down big-time already.

'Don't give me any more excuses.'

FLASHBACK GROANING

MARC HYPERVENTILATES

'I hired you to do a job!'

MARC HYPERVENTILATES

So, er...yeah, work is...work is busy, but it's...it's good.

-Good.

-Hm.

How is everything at home?

Good. It's good. Yeah, it's fine.

Sometimes we have to give ourselves permission to take a break.

Hm.

Miss Pitman mentioned that you have not been returning her calls.

Yeah. Yeah, I...

Yeah, I'm...I'm aware that I need to brush up on my communication skills.

I ju... I will apologise to Valerie

-for not letting her know I was with a patient.

-Hm.

Well, you do not seem to have any problems checking your phone today.

Um...the battery has been playing up, actually,

but I am waiting to hear from a home visit.

I think you should get in touch with the hospital,

-make them change the phone.

-I will.

-MESSAGE ALERT

-Ooo! Er...sorry.

-Sister Carter...

-Sorry, that is...

That's my home visit and I need to go. Sorry.

Excuse me.

Cheek!

SOBBING

Mr Flynn?

HE SOBS

How long has she been like that?

Um...how...how long? How long?

-Morning.

-Morning?

You did good to call me. Thank you.

There was no fight in the pub, was there?

HE SIGHS

I get frustrated.

I have to take it out on something.

I have to ask you this, have you taken anything?

-Any drink? Drugs?

-No.

-Was there anyone else involved?

-No.

When you look like I do, people assume you're a bit lairy.

Doesn't mean you are.

OK.

Well, if you want my help,

you are going to have to start being honest with me.

And I presume you do want my help,

otherwise you wouldn't have come back.

So...let's get these hands sorted.

Er...I think she went straight out after her meeting with Mrs Tembe.

-Heston...?

-Have you seen Ruhma?

-Er...no. Could you...?

-She's not answering her phone.

-Disappeared again?

-What?

Oh, yes, she said she had to see a patient.

Why is everyone being so weird?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry, we're closed.

I'm here to pick up my brother-in-law, Marc Flynn.

Oh, it's all right, Valerie, he's here for Zara's patient.

Oh. Well, it would be nice if people

would tell me what's going on sometimes.

Hi. Sorry. They're here.

Yeah, I'll bring him 'round.

OK. Bye.

There is a limit to what I can do.

You need to go to the hospital to be looked at properly.

-No.

-Yes.

Yes, please. Because I am very worried about you.

WEAKLY: You promised.

I promised that I would keep you safe, not to risk your life.

My life...

..I sacrifice...

..so Tamanna safe.

No. Because you don't want her to grow up without her mum.

Better she live.

Ooo, Zara, your visitor.

-Who are you?

-I'm Marc's brother-in-law.

We were expecting his wife.

Well, he's got their car and I was close by.

What's he doing here?!

-What have you done to yourself?

-Where's Mel?!

-I said I'd pick you up.

-Are you all right, Marc?

I'm not going anywhere with him!

-What are you doing, mate?

-Get away from me!

Look, why don't we wait for Mrs Flynn?

-Don't tell me what to do. You're coming with me!

-No!

-Come on!

-Get away from me!

-Argh! Argh!

-Marc!

-You're breaking my arm!

-Do you want me to call the police?

What are you doing?! Stop this!

Big mistake. Big mistake!

MARC HYPERVENTILATES

Besa? Besa, I'm sorry, I can't do any more for you,

so...I have to call somebody to help me, OK?

OK?

Um...you said you knew somebody?

Someone that, er...that they can take Tamanna to?

Are you sure you want to do this?

-WEAKLY: Yes.

-OK.

OK.

OK. OK.

-SOFTLY:

-Hello.

Oh.

Ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh.

BABY CRIES

It's OK.

It's OK.

Ssh-ssh-ssh.

BESA SOBS

You need to go quickly, OK?

-BABY CRIES

-All right.

BESA SOBS

CLINK!

Don't look so worried.

Ah! Hi. Will you let Mrs Tembe know that I'm here?

Karen, can you reschedule my meeting for next week? Thanks.

Are you joking?! What?! He's going to be here in five minutes!

Why did you come and ask me about anger management

rather than panic attacks?

You just saw why.

What I saw was someone responding to a situation.

You were using the skills you learned as a doorman.

I've just spent six months inside for ABH. I'm on probation.

If he goes to the police, I'm back inside.

That enough to explain the panic attacks?

You were protecting yourself.

Didn't matter before. I still got sent down for a year.

Like I said, people make assumptions.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

Sorry. Mrs Flynn's here.

There's a policeman in reception.

-What?!

-No, no, no.

-Why'd you call the police?!

-I didn't. He...

-I'm not going back inside because of him!

-What are you talking about?

-He was the one that did it, not me!

-Did what?

-What's the matter with him?

-Did what, Marc?

-He put that bloke in hospital, not me!

I swear, it wasn't me!

Heston, here.

-SOFTLY:

-Hey. Hey, hey.

She needs to go to hospital.

BESA MUMBLES

It's OK. It's OK. She...

Is...is there something...something we can do?

I just told you what we need to do.

But she can't go to hospital. She won't go. She's scared.

She's scared, and it's too dangerous

because they might send her back to Albania

and it could be a death sentence.

And not going to hospital is also a death sentence.

Heston, please, just...just do something!

Please.

This is ridiculous. He's a respectable businessman.

Please, let him finish.

That's how he operates.

By getting the owners of these...properties

to take out loans that they can't afford,

then forcing them to sell at a knock-down price

when they can't make the repayments.

Look, these people are desperate. They'll agree to anything.

Why are you saying this?

He employed me as hired muscle,

then he got stressed out when I wouldn't dish out the punishments.

He...he just lost it.

He lost it. The guy was pleading for help,

I tried...I tried to stop him from hitting him.

-Paul would never do that.

-What, and I would?!

I ju... I should have pulled him off sooner.

And so, you're saying that the panic attacks started shortly after this?

I suppose so, yeah.

I'm telling you, Mel, you don't know what he's like!

And the flashbacks, do they happen when you return to the warehouse?

Some...sometimes, if I...if I hear a noise, or...or an echo,

or people shouting.

From what you're describing,

it sounds as if you may be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

What? No!

No! When I worked the door, I was...I was always watching fights.

But this was unexpected. It may have affected you differently.

No, no, I've seen worse.

It can catch you when you least expect it. Believe me, I know.

MARC SIGHS

Mel, I would never start a fight with someone.

You know that!

I never have.

HE SIGHS

Where's the baby?

It could easily be sepsis.

The longer we wait, the more likely she is

to suffer from major complications.

Maybe I didn't check that placenta properly.

-You know, I was in such a rush...

-Of course you checked it properly.

You've delivered hundreds of babies.

You're too involved.

If this was any other patient...

Besa?

Call an ambulance.

I'll have you for wrongful arrest, you know!

You've got no right to come into my office like that!

Oh, be quiet! You're giving me a headache!

Paul Marsh, GBH with intent.

That's his passport, along with a substantial amount of cash.

Paul?

Melissa?

What's he been telling you?

He's lying. Whatever he's saying, he's lying! You know it, Melissa!

It's over, Paul. I've told them everything.

He's the guy you want. He's done time for assault!

Is this the thanks I get for giving you a chance? Is it?

Well, you think you're such a hard man, Marc?!

Hands behind your back! Cuff him!

-Right, stop it.

-I'm not going to take this!

-I'm not going to...I'm not going to stand for this!

-Stop it!

Listen to me! You're finished!

-Both of you, you're fired!

-Shut up!

-And that's just for starters!

-Shut up!

Have you seen Heston?

Um...no, not for a while.

-Can I help?

-I doubt it.

Well, why don't you try me?

Sid's looking for someone to cover his shift

so he can move all his stuff out tonight.

I thought he was going to do that tomorrow?

-Well, I can do it.

-Do what?

Well, cover his shift. I'm not doing anything else.

No, no, there's no need for you to do that, Emma. Don't worry.

No, really. I wanted to do something practical to help,

and if that's covering your shift

rather than making you dinner, that's fine.

Thank you. That's really kind of you.

It's not like we're not going to see each other ever again, is it?

No, of course not.

-Thanks, Em.

-You're welcome.

Sorted, then! Um...where did you say we need to go for kitchen stuff?

I'm going to go back to the Mill,

make my excuses. You should do the same.

No, I want to go with her.

There's nothing more you can do.

I'll make a discreet call later, see how she's getting on.

What are you two doing here?

-Um...we were just passing.

-I was visiting a mum-to-be.

What's going on?

We don't really know.

Just passing? I saw you run out of the Mill earlier.

What is going on?

What's he done? Valerie?

Well, apparently, I'm boring and the surgery's a deathtrap.

Does it have to be so blunt?

Am I supposed to lie about art, too?

No, not lie, just apply the filters.

Generally speaking, it's never a good idea to lie to the police.

Particularly when you're both rubbish at it.

You just want to have sex with her!