The Best Policy? Doctors

Why's it taking so long?

It's only been a few minutes. We're witnesses, it'll be fine.

Ah.

Thanks for coming in.

It's fine.

So... Ruhma, what happened?

Well, Ruhma was visiting...

Naughty, Heston, I'm sure Ruhma can speak for herself.

Well, I was, erm, seeing a mum at the property, mum-to-be,

and, erm, I heard some cries for help,

so I went to investigate and that's when I saw that young woman.

That's Besa?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what she said.

Erm, I examined her, Rob, and it was really clear she needed some

medical attention, so I went to get my black bag from the car.

And that's when I saw Heston.

Yeah. Ruhma explained the situation.

The woman looked like she was suffering from sepsis,

-so we called an...

-Ambulance.

-..ambulance.

And, er, you know the rest.

And you...just happened...to be...passing?

Did she say anything about her circumstances? Where she was from?

Or next of kin?

Do you know, Rob, it just all happened so quickly...

Yeah, yeah.

She didn't say anything while you were waiting for the ambulance?

-Well, she was in a lot of pain, she was quite delirious.

-Yeah.

Yeah. Had you been to the house before?

-Sorry?

-Have you been to that house before?

Oh... PHONE RINGS

Excuse me... I'll just take this.

Yeah, Rob Hollins. What have you got?

Right, OK.

Oh, dear, that's bad timing, isn't it? First day of term.

Still, I'm sure your tutor will understand.

Chloe Canning?

Oh, I am so sorry, you're too late. We close at...

Six o'clock, I know. Will you tell Jimmi I'm here, please?

Charlie Ashwell. He's expecting me.

Oh, right. Well, he's with a patient

so if you'd like to take a seat? He shouldn't be long.

SHUTTER CLICKS

Sorry, what are you doing?

Taking photographs. I'm... I'm a photographer.

Right. Well, you can't just come in here and start snapping away.

Sorry. I... I should have asked permission.

Yes, you should.

Would it be OK if I took some photographs?

There are some really interesting shapes in here

and I'm working on an assignment prioritising scale, form and focus.

Please, may I?

I suppose so. No patients, though.

Sorry about that. OK... Where were we?

Ruhma, you were at that property to see a patient, er, I assume.

-Obviously a pregnant female?

-Yeah.

-What can you tell me about her?

Oh...well, I can't really.

I'm sorry, it's just... It's confidentiality.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Yes. It is. Although you are helping with a police enquiry.

OK, never mind.

Did you see or hear anyone else while you were at the house?

I don't... I don't think I did, no.

Heston?

Ah, well, we were focused on the patient and her wellbeing,

not whether there was anyone else in the building.

Right.

You see, they have neighbours who said that they saw several

people leaving the house before the ambulance arrived.

Are you sure that you...? You didn't see or hear anything at all?

Sorry.

Right, here's the thing.

We suspect that that property is housing illegal immigrants.

And the young woman that you attended, Besa Kotti,

we think that she could also be in the country illegally.

Are you sure you can't remember anything that would throw

some light on what's going on?

Where's the baby?

Wow. Who'd have thought a door handle was so interesting?

It's not about the door handle, per-se.

By adjusting depth of field, angle, contrast,

you can downplay the function and elevate the form.

Ahh... Would you like to take a photograph of me?

No. But thanks for the offer, though.

So you prefer inanimate objects.

You're a bit dull, visually, even for a portrait study.

And that shade of green doesn't work with your complexion.

Oh!

Problem?

Well, if the students will insist on putting their feet on the benches.

Not very hygienic for a doctors' surgery.

Contaminated surfaces are a leading cause of indirect

transmission of pathogens - adenovirus, influenza virus,

rotavirus, norovirus, staphylococcus, salmonella...

Well, perhaps you'd better wash your hands.

HE GROANS

Thank you.

Better?

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

Ruhma, the woman you were attending is post-partum.

You examined her - did you not notice that?

Did you know that the woman had recently given birth?

Yes.

So why didn't you tell me?

Because you didn't ask.

HE SIGHS

Would either of you like to tell me what is going on?

Nothing's going on.

Right. I am now talking to you as Rob, your friend.

Generally speaking, it is never a good idea to lie to the police -

particularly when you're both rubbish at it.

So I suggest that you go home and think it over.

Give me a call when you're ready to talk.

-Your friend's here.

-Charlie?

Yeah, he's in the loo.

What's he done? Valerie?

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

All right, well, I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you.

Charlie's social skills are a work in progress.

It's tricky for people on the spectrum.

-Autism?

-Asperger's.

Oh, OK, well that explains a lot... His in-depth

knowledge of micro-organisms and his fascination with office furniture.

Do you know, he was photographing the legs of the benches?

Why would you do that?

Ah, well, Charlie's very talented.

Yeah, he's been shortlisted for the

-Arkwright Amateur Photographer of the Year.

-Oh.

So how do you two know each other?

Well, we met at a photography course and just stayed in touch.

Do you know, I wouldn't have put you two together.

Are you some sort of a mentor?

Ha-ha-ha, I wish. No, Charlie is much better than me.

But he's great company, once you get past the bluntness.

Jimmi!

-Hey!

-I've got a new camera.

It's got an APS-C sensor with a no low-pass filter,

a hybrid viewfinder...

All right, just...tell me about on the way, yeah.

OK, well, I'll lock up, then?

That's a very good idea.

Medical centres are a prime target for drug addicts and criminals.

-Come on, Jimmi.

-All right.

Oh! Good luck with your move!

Cheers.

Oh, oh-oh-ho!

Security's still lax, then.

What are you doing back here?

Well, you can't be too careful after what happened to Valerie and Al.

Aw, are you looking out for me?

I've had a word with Mrs Tembe about a controlled-entry option

and a panic alarm. That should be sorted soon.

Great. So, did you catch your man, earlier?

He was packing his bags as we arrived.

Oh. Hey, why don't you stick the kettle on?

And we will talk about it over a cuppa.

Yeah, OK.

Oh, hey. I've just had Heston and Ruhma down the station.

Tea?

The winner?

Well, it's a great shot. Depends, doesn't it?

Depends on the competition, depends on the judge...

Brad Masterson... He's amazing. I've got all of his books.

I know.

Jimmi Clay.

-Oh!

-Oh.

It's been absolutely forever. How are you?

I'm good.

I thought you might have showed your face at the De Barros retrospective.

-When was that?

-November.

Just had to pull out all the stops to bring it to Letherbridge.

Ah, Charlie, this is Aimee. She manages the gallery.

-Hi.

-Nice to meet you. So, what brings you out tonight?

Moral support. Charlie's been shortlisted.

Oh, you're THAT Charlie! How marvellous.

It really is an excellent piece of work. And you're so young.

Have you seen my entry?

I'm amazed I made the last ten.

I mean, it was such a last-minute effort.

I'm liking what you've done with the light there.

-Oh...

-It's reminiscent of Maisel's work.

Thank you.

But without his finesse.

The ear is a distraction - if that's what it is.

And your colour balance is out.

If you shoot it raw you can correct that in post-processing.

Hmm. Oh, there's Tabitha...

Excuse me.

That was a little harsh.

No, it wasn't.

Look, I'm not disputing your critical judgment...just,

you know, does it have to be so blunt?

I'm supposed to lie about art too?

No, not "lie", not lie. Just apply the filters.

Say something positive.

Brad Masterson.

Hey, erm...

..I'm going to the hospital.

Ruhma...not tonight.

What are we going to say to Rob?

I don't really care what we say to Rob, because Besa needs me.

You've risked your career, mine...

..and everyone else you've dragged into this!

There's nothing more you can do.

Heston, she is scared and she's alone,

and she doesn't even know where her baby is.

Her friends will look after the baby until they are reunited.

Reunited! What?

Until they stick her on a flight back to Albania,

the moment that she's well enough to travel?

She's terrified of being deported.

That is not going to happen.

The authorities won't send her home to be murdered.

Right. Well, I... I hope, I hope that you're right there.

I'll ring Martin. He'll give me some advice.

-Tonight?

-Oh, Ruhma...

Look, I'm... I'm going to go, OK.

Just call me if you've got anything positive to tell her.

Thank you.

So, I looked into his eyes, and I realised,

if I didn't get out of there... he was going to kill me.

Don't be shy, there's more champagne.

-Thank you.

-Cheers.

-Help yourself.

My heart was racing. My breath burned in my throat...

Darling, you look amazing. The single life obviously suits you.

-Thank you!

-You're well rid!

Help yourself to champagne.

When I finally found the courage to turn round and look,

he was gone... Melted into the bush.

Your little friend thinks rather a lot of himself.

I wouldn't say that.

Because you haven't lived,

unless you've been charged by a bull elephant, am I right?

LAUGHTER

Excuse me.

-Yeah?

-Can I have your autograph?

Er...yeah, you got a pen?

-What's your name?

-Charlie.

Oh, evening, all. Social call?

Just keeping an eye out.

So how do YOU feel about the late working hours?

Oh, a little exposed, if I'm honest.

But I expect I'll get used to it.

What about everybody else?

Well, it's hardly universally popular.

But, er, well, rotas are definitely an issue.

I'm covering for Sid tonight.

Well, yes. Well, Friday night is party night.

Actually, not in this case. He's moving out.

So, it looks like my landlady days are over. For the foreseeable.

Glad to get your place back?

Not really. You get used to the company, don't you?

Karen! Your tea is ready, my love.

Erm, I'll be right with you.

-Look, look, look!

-That was quite a chat.

He's got 15 cameras!

Oh, he was always OTT.

15 cameras, half a dozen houses, cars galore.

Multiple...everything.

Do you think I'm in with a chance?

Whatever happens, I reckon top ten.

I have to win. I don't even care about the money.

I want the masterclass.

Oh...I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news,

but you're not going to win.

But...Brad hasn't announced the result yet.

See the blonde in the red...?

-SHE WHISPERS:

-She's the winner.

-Aimee...

Charlie, let me give you a lesson in the ways of the world.

Brad Masterson has the hots for the delectable Etta.

He's been trying to get her into bed for months.

This is his big opportunity.

You mean, he wants to have sex with her?

Let's just say the one-to-one masterclass will involve

a lot of "hands on."

I don't believe you. Brad would never do something like that.

-Oh, wouldn't he?

-Come on, that's enough.

Everyone knows that Brad Masterson is an old goat

who uses his status to seduce women.

Etta's just next on his "to do" list.

Night, night.

That's you, Mr Ross. Do you want to go through?

Thank you.

Karen?

Karen...?

Thank you.

What you doing? I've got list this long of patients to call!

So, why do you think that Heston and Ruhma were down at the station?

-I promised Mrs Tembe that I...

-Guess.

-I haven't got time for this.

-You know, don't you?

The question is - how much do you know?

-I know you're playing silly beggars.

-No, I'm not.

I tell you that Heston and Ruhma have been down the station,

and in the time it's taken me to have two cups of tea,

you haven't asked me why?

I know you too well, Karen. You're avoiding me.

You're jumpier than a flea on a trampoline. What's going on?

So, after fleeing the Favela, I hitched a ride with

a friendly soldado and I got the first flight out of there.

SHE LAUGHS

But enough about me and my glittering career... It's time to

announce the winner of the Arkwright Amateur Photographer of the Year...

-Woo!

-Yes.

And the prize goes to...

..Etta Lerner for her stunning image of a...

No!

That's wrong.

-Oh, we have a dissenter!

-HE LAUGHS

-That's not the best photograph, not by a mile.

-Charlie...

Well, somebody's disappointed not to have won.

Never mind, son, maybe next year.

But you've made a mistake. Can't you see?

Don't be a sore loser.

I'm not a sore loser. Look, look, look -

the reflection's poorly framed,

there's nothing of interest here

and this is just clutter.

Listen, I've been taking photographs for 30 years.

-Yeah!

-All right? I've had 14 Time magazine covers. Shush.

What are your qualifications?

So, that's what I thought.

So, if you don't mind, I'd like to present the winner with her award.

Is that all right? Thank you.

You just want to have sex with her! That's why she won.

That's why...

Charlie, not one more word, please. This way...

Ladies and gentleman, Etta Lerner.

SCATTERED APPLAUSE

Really beautiful shot.

And you've known this how long?

Karen, how long?

A couple of weeks. I don't, I don't approve...

I know the NHS is stretched as it is.

I wasn't going to dob her in, either.

Have you done something that you shouldn't have?

No! I... I looked the other way, that's all.

That's all!

And what exactly was Ruhma doing while you were

"looking the other way"?

The... The girl's from Albania, she's pregnant.

-And Ruhma asked me to arrange a scan at St Phil's.

-Right.

And how does one arrange a scan at St Phil's for an illegal

immigrant without the authorities finding out?

-You need an NHS number.

-Right. And Ruhma had an NHS number?

Yeah.

Was it a dodgy number? Was it fake? Was it stolen?

I don't know, I don't know.

Is she in a lot of trouble?

What do you think?

He can't do this... He can't...

Charlie, please, calm down.

But it's not fair! He didn't even care about the photographs.

Yeah, well, whatever his reasons, you shouldn't have interrupted.

She shouldn't have won.

Well, she has won, so you'll just have to accept it.

But it's wrong.

So we can arrange your masterclass. You'll call me, yeah?

-Thank you. I definitely will.

-Good.

-Congratulations, Etta.

-Thank you.

Very well-deserved.

I hope the little interruption didn't take the shine off it.

It's fine.

-How awful.

-Hmm.

Such a silly, jealous teenager should put such

a damper on proceedings and make such scandalous assertions.

-Yeah. Excuse me.

-Hmm.

If you just want to go through.

So, what happens next?

Well, that depends on... That depends on the investigation.

What are you investigating, exactly?

Can't talk about it.

Oh, you can come in here and give me the third degree

but when I need some answers you "can't talk about it"?

-Correct.

-What am I going to tell Ruhma when I see her?

You need to tell her that she needs to come clean.

And then you keep your mouth shut.

Because it's starting to look like she's broken the law, doesn't it?

And the chances are, she's not the only one.

Charlie, these things happen. I know it's unfair,

-but getting upset - it's not going to change anything.

-You.

Get back in there. I want a full public apology.

You made a completely scurrilous allegation.

Let's just calm down, shall we?

-I didn't.

-Yeah. You slandered my reputation.

-No.

-Yes! You defamed me in front of witnesses. Now, that is actionable!

Now, listen. What was said was said in the heat of the moment.

-So, let's just forget it.

-Oh, forget it! No, no, no.

Because they're not going to forget that little sideshow in there. No.

You get back in there and you take back every single word.

-I'm not taking it back. It's true!

-Charlie, you don't know that.

Yes, I do. Everybody knows that

"Brad Masterson is an old goat who uses his status to seduce women."

If you don't believe me, ask her.

He's making it up, obviously.

She said it! "Brad Masterson..."

Charlie!

-She did!

-That's a lie.

I have absolutely no idea why he's pointing the finger at me.

So, so... You're going to make vile allegations

and then you are going to blame someone else?

-That is despicable.

-Despicable.

You know what you are? You know what you are -

you are a vile little wannabe who can't handle losing.

He's telling the truth. Because I was there.

And Aimee told us that Etta was going to win before you made

the announcement. And she told us why.

So he could have sex with her.

-I never said that.

-Well, it seems plausible.

I mean, her work really wasn't up to the standard of some of the others.

Oh, what do you know? You're just an amateur.

I know enough. I know Charlie's critique was spot on.

Listen, I hope you have got a very good legal team

-because you are going to need it.

-Don't be ridiculous!

I think the damage to my reputation's worth, what,

-probably a couple of million?

-HE LAUGHS

Oh, listen, don't think you're off the hook either, blabbermouth.

And if you don't get back in there and apologise, you're going

to be paying for this for the rest of your sad little life.

Oh, come one! Really? You silly little man.

You're going to pick on a kid because he dares to tell the truth?

If your love-life is anything like the rumours, you'll have

a string of exes queuing round the block, waiting to stick the boot in.

Brad has a devoted female fan base...

Really? Well, any talk of action is bull and you know it. So...

Come, on Charlie. It's time to go.

Charlie, Charlie...?

In my defence, can I just say that he took my words out of context?

Listen, I'll be e-mailing you my invoice.

-Invoice?

-Mmm.

But we agreed that you'd waive the fee.

Yeah, that was before you let your festering bitterness out of the box.

I'm not bitter.

You taught me so much.

Please, reconsider.

Hmm.

For old times' sake?

Come to my office, maybe we could work something out.

No, thank you. I'm mounting my elephant collection.

-WHISPERING:

-Right.

I'm sorry. It's hard when our heroes let us down.

He was a horrible man.

He wanted to sue me for telling the truth.

Just because someone's talented, doesn't make them a nice person.

-You're a nice person. And you're talented.

-Hmm.

-You shouted at him.

-Ah, yeah!

Yeah, I, erm...might have raised my voice just a little, yeah.

You made him change his mind.

He didn't have much of a case, really, did he? Not really.

I was scared.

What if the court decided I lied?

It's over now. You don't have to worry about it.

But what if it happens again?

I thought I understood the rules.

I can tell a little lie so I don't hurt somebody's feelings.

Sometimes it's better to say nothing,

if it's not important.

But what if it is important?

And how do I know if it's important or not?

I'm so confused.

Well, relationships are one thing,

the law is another matter altogether,

even for people who aren't on the spectrum.

So, what should I do if something is unfair...

..but I might get into trouble for it?

Well... Well, you have to make a judgment. You know...

What course of action is the least harmful to you and to others?

Uh... What damage will telling the truth cause,

and can you live by the consequences?

-Thank you.

-Uh...!

Are you sure?

For being on my side. I'm sure.

Thank you.

You know I can print a copy of that any time, right?

Yeah, I do know that, Charlie!

Hey, Besa.

I'm here for you.

We're doing everything we can.

Erm...

Heston...Heston knows a solicitor.

And everything's going to be all right.

I promise.

Well, once her legal status is sorted,

I assume she'll be able to live and work here.

Well, she must have a strong case, given her history.

Well, surely she's entitled to representation.

Sorry, Martin, I'm obviously not making myself very clear -

she's very likely to be murdered if she's forced to return.

Well, I can't believe our government would send her home

to a near certain death!

Oh, I see.

SHE SIGHS

SHE SIGHS

Mum? Are you, erm, Mum?

Did you think about what might happen to the rest of us?

-You'll have to tell Mrs Tembe.

-If she does that, we'll all get sacked!

No-one's going to get sacked.

Do you...hurt anywhere?

HE FLINCHES

It's all right, it's all right.

This could ruin their careers and mine.

What do you want me to do, Karen? I'm a police officer.