A Safe Place Doctors

Mum?

Sorry?

Are you my mum?

Er...no.

Are you all right?

Do you, erm...

Do you want to go inside?

Is it safe?

What?

Erm...yes. It's a police station.

I'm not supposed to talk to the police.

It's all right.

I'm not police, I'm a doctor.

Why don't you come inside, and, erm...

I can have a look at your neck.

It's safe.

Safe...

People think I'm stupid.

Right, well, erm...

..I don't.

You don't?

No. I...

I just think that you might need some help.

Hiya.

What?

-Karen?

-We need to talk.

-What's happened?

-We're in serious trouble.

Do you want to tell me your name, son?

Where do you live?

-HE SIGHS

-If you won't talk to me, then I can't help you.

Will you tell ME where you live?

He's been told not to talk to the police.

Well, he's going to have to eventually.

Well, maybe if I was alone with him.

Emma, you know I can't do that.

Oh, come on, Rob. Two minutes?

Two minutes. I'll keep the door ajar.

So...

..what's your name?

Shai.

Do you know your last name?

Azeem.

And where do you live?

Nowhere.

You're homeless?

I used to live in the horsebox.

-The horsebox?

-With the other men.

What other men?

But we had to leave.

-Why?

-Not safe.

These, erm, other men...

-did you drink with them? Take drugs?

-No.

So, where did you find the bag with the finger in it?

My friend gave it to me.

Why?

Safe.

To keep it safe?

I can't remember.

I didn't even know you knew, so...

She gave me the NHS number.

For the scan?

How much did you tell Rob?

Everything I knew.

Great.

I had to. I...

-You could have lied.

-I can't! I can't! I can't - not to Rob.

Oh, come on. Did you think about what might happen to the rest of us?

-I didn't mention you!

-Yeah, but if it gets out...

This isn't Karen's fault.

You have to tell Mrs Tembe.

If she does that, we'll all get sacked.

No-one's going to get sacked.

You might have Rob, but I need this job.

So do I!

I'm going to take full resp...

What are you doing, Valerie?

A smudge on the paintwork.

Oh...

-really need to talk to those cleaners.

-SHE CHUCKLES

I'll go and call them now.

-Can you take your coat off for me, please?

-Why?

Oh, I just want to have a look at you,

make sure that you're all right.

Are you going to make me have a bath?

What?

No.

Mum makes me have a bath.

Did she?

Where is your mum?

They said she's gone.

Who said?

The people.

How did that happen?

I don't know.

Do you hurt anywhere?

Er...

He grabbed me.

-Who did?

-My friend.

The man who gave you the finger?

-Ah!

-It's all right.

It's all right.

I am not going to hurt you.

How did the move go?

-Oh, it was good, thanks, mate.

-Mm? And the new place?

Yeah, brilliant.

I can stay up late, I can eat pizza,

straight out of the box if I want to.

Oh, dear.

You do know how bad pizza is for you?

-Sorry?

-Mm.

Trans fat, cholesterol.

The average slice of pizza has 20g of fat in it. Mostly saturated.

So you're still doing the clean eating thing?

Oh, yes. And it's going brilliantly.

I made doenjang-jjigae on Saturday.

SID CHUCKLES

I bet he was pleased!

THEY LAUGH

Don Juang? You know?

You made him jiggy!

No, it's a soybean paste stew.

-Sounds yummy.

-It was, actually.

So you're really serious about this.

Oh, yeah.

Ayesha and I have been so much healthier since we started doing it.

On a molecular level.

How could you possibly even know that, Valerie?

By examining my stools.

-You are kidding.

-No, you can learn a lot by looking at your stool.

Actually, I've got a video diary. Would you like to look?

-Ah...

-Er...

I've got patients, so, er...

That's it...

I'd say it was an index finger.

Possibly right hand.

And judging from the discolouration, probably a few weeks old.

Mind you, there was water in the bag,

so it might have been in the freezer.

Then it... Well, could be months old.

Person alive when it was cut off?

Mm... Hard to say.

Why?

Maybe we should call St Phil's.

But if it is as old as you say...

And he can't remember anything?

No.

He just says that a friend gave it to him.

But, you know, I think there might be learning difficulties,

or, I don't know, maybe it's the head injury.

Let's get it to forensics.

See what they come up with.

Right, I shall leave that with you,

and I am going to go and chase up the ambulance.

I didn't do anything wrong.

It is against the law.

If I didn't help Besa, then she would have died. And the baby.

You know... And if that's what the law wants,

-then I think that the law is an ass.

-This is not about what you think!

No, it's about a vulnerable woman in serious danger.

Why does nobody appreciate that?

Of course we appreciate it!

They are going to send her back to Albania!

-You cannot be certain of that.

-They're going to send her back

-to the people who mutilated her as a child, Mrs Tembe...

-Sister Carter...

-To the same people...

-Look, I am aware that this...

They turned their back on her because she was raped.

Morally speaking, this is a complicated issue.

You're signing her death warrant!

And no, medically speaking, it is not.

No matter what you or I think of government policy...

Oh, right, OK, so you do agree with me...

You cannot pick and choose what laws you obey!

-Yes! Yes, I can!

-No, you cannot!

You cannot.

You have committed a serious transgression,

one that I cannot and will not ignore.

Sergeant Hollins, is it true about the finger?

-Yeah.

-Everyone's talking about it.

-I'm not surprised.

It's not every day that you file a severed finger in evidence.

-Any idea whose it is?

-No. Why?

Well, I've been working on this human trafficking case,

-and before we could raid them, the traffickers started fighting amongst themselves.

-Go on.

Oh, it was a right mess.

The gang boss was killed, and when we found him,

he was missing a right index finger.

-Wow, so it so could be his?

-Could be.

Right, I don't know whether this is going to make sense to you at all,

but the guy who brought the finger in said he lived in a horsebox.

Well, when we raided the gang's farm,

we found up to 30 men living in a horsebox.

-Bingo!

-So, any chance I can question him?

Oh, well, the thing is, he will only talk to Dr Reid.

Rob, the ambulance has been delayed,

so is there any chance someone from here could drop him to St Phil's?

-I can take him.

-No. He's got a thing about police.

-Are you saying I look like a copper?

-Yeah, kind of.

Well, it's quiet, if you want to go.

Yeah, OK. Well, it might help, I suppose.

-If you find anything out, will you give us a bell?

-Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Has Sergeant Hollins contacted you?

-Erm...

-Well...

Any action we take will depend on what the police decide.

I keep thinking...

what if it had been Alia?

Sister Carter.

How would I feel if it had been her?

Cos, she's... She's a young woman.

And what if she'd been raped and traumatised,

and what if she was pregnant in a strange country?

And that's why I had to help Besa.

Because as a mum and a midwife...

Do you see that?

Look, I understand how difficult this is.

-Do you?

-Of course!

Look, the only concession I can make is to keep this internal...

..until we have assessed what you have done.

Thank you. Thank you.

And...

while we come to some conclusion...

the partners and I have decided you should not return to work.

I am going to be looking for a cover for you.

MRS TEMBE SIGHS

KNOCK AT DOOR

Miss Pitman!

How many times have I told you to wait before coming in?

Sorry, didn't realise you were with someone.

-I will, erm... I'll wait to hear from you.

-All right.

You all right?

Yes.

-That sounded heavy.

-Well, it is a private matter.

-Would you like to talk about it?

-No.

-Problem shared?

-Miss Pitman!

-Protein ball?

-No, thank you.

This guard - did he beat you?

Was he the one who hurt you?

Did he say why he gave it to you?

-Make her stop.

-Can we just get him admitted first?

DC HAZELWOOD SIGHS

Hi, er...it's, a head trauma. Shai Azeem.

VALERIE SIGHS

You do you realise how many additives

they put in those sandwiches?

Yep.

Yeah. I've printed you out a few healthier alternatives.

Baked tofu sandwich, sauteed seitan salad, fried shallot quiche.

Let me see those.

Yeah, you could learn a thing or two. You are what you eat.

Hm...

Strictly, that's not true.

On a molecular level,

I dread to think what you're doing to your body.

Ooh, this one's perfect for you. Tembe Jimmi curry.

What?

Oh, tempeh chimichurri.

And you think that this stuff is healthy?

And what would you know about it?

Well, I'm...kind of, like, this doctor.

Who only eats junk food.

Ah, hm.

She's got a point. There's no harm in let...

in letting yourself eat less processed and more fresh foods.

Yeah, you see. I like that.

-A man who realises his body is his temple.

-Mm.

All yours, Jimmi.

Whoa!

Give me that.

OK, if you don't like this,

how about a toasted breadcrumb bake?

I wasn't actually finished.

Or a corn smut?

It's possible that the knock on the head

has caused the short-term memory loss,

and if so, there's no telling when it might come back.

Great.

Hopefully the CT scan will tell us more.

Well, we have to find out what he knows.

And he might not know anything.

Well, he was on the farm. I mean, he was working for the gang.

He must have heard things, seen things.

Yeah, maybe, but...

I'm not sure how much he really understands.

Look, by the time we raided that farm, half the gang had got away.

If we don't find them, then they'll do the same thing to other men.

Yes, I get it.

But he is also extremely vulnerable.

And we'll do everything by the book.

But we have to get him to talk.

Look, if you push him, he won't tell you anything.

Then YOU talk to him.

I mean, he trusts you.

Just...find out what he knows.

RINGING TONE

ON PHONE: What?

Erm...I've spoken to Ruhma, like you said.

And?

She's told Mrs Tembe everything.

-Good.

-Don't just say "good."

What do you want me to say?

I need to know what...

what you're going to do.

Well, I haven't decided that yet.

I could lose my job.

-I know.

-So could Ruhma, and Heston.

Yeah, well, I just wish that Ruhma had thought of that before.

Rob!

I mean, this could ruin their careers. And mine.

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

Erm...

and I'm your wife, and these are my friends.

Yeah, and you want me to bend the law for your friends?

And me!

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.

Why are you doing this?

Karen...

I can't talk to you.

Karen? BLEEPING

HE SIGHS

So, you know when they did the tests on your head?

-When I was in the tunnel?

-Yeah, that's right.

Well, everything is absolutely fine.

But they just want to keep you in hospital for a little bit,

just to keep an eye on you.

Can I stay here? In this bed?

Yes.

When was the last time you slept in a bed?

Er...

Is there...anyone who can come and look after you?

My mum looked after me.

Do you know where she is?

She's in a box.

-The horsebox?

-No.

A... A little box.

In the church.

Right.

There were lots of people there.

They were all saying...

"Say goodbye."

I'm sorry.

That was before I met Barney.

He made us work...

until the big fight.

What fight?

There were lots of men. Barney told me to run away.

What kind of work did he make you do?

We fixed roads.

But I'm not allowed to talk about it.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Valerie, you can't keep doing that.

-No, it's fine - I knew you were on your own.

-It doesn't...

Kale and wheatgrass smoothie.

It's kind of a superfood. It's packed with vitamins and minerals.

Looks really good.

Yeah, it does, doesn't it? Go on, give it a taste.

It will clear out all those toxins from that BLT.

Yeah?

-It's amazing, isn't it?

-Mm.

No, I'm really glad you like it.

Actually, I made it for Ayesha, but she's a bit bloated this morning.

So I could make you a whole batch tomorrow if you like.

Hm!

Oh, you are so lucky having me to look after you.

HE SIGHS

I appreciate your concern for him...

Do you?

..but if his memory's starting to come back...

Well, it has a bit, but...

We know the gang had a stack of cash.

We never found it, but it's out there somewhere.

And by rights, it belongs to the victims.

If Shai knows anything...

Well, look, he has said that he's not allowed to talk about work.

Then he's been threatened, which means he does know something.

Which means he's very scared.

And we'll look after him.

But he could be a vital witness.

He's a frightened young man.

Who could hold the key to this whole case.

Is that burning?

It's the bin.

'Scuse me, can we get security? There's a fire in the bin.

-Excuse me, is there someone to help?

-Security to reception, please.

FIRE ALARM WAILS, PHONE RINGS

-Mrs Tembe?

-ON PHONE:

-Er...Dr Reid.

I have Dr Haskey in my office. I am going to put you on speakerphone.

Er...

I have a rather sensitive issue to discuss with you both.

Hey, Emma, can you hear us?

I'm guessing we're here because Heston's pregnant.

Is that an alarm?

Er...yes, but it's fine. Someone's dealing with it.

Right.

Well, er...the partners and I were wondering

whether you two would be willing to assess the conduct of a colleague.

What kind of conduct?

I... I cannot go into any details now,

but, in principle, would you be willing?

Yes.

-Yeah, sure.

-Right.

Well, thank you. I knew I could rely on you both.

I will not be assisting, but you have to be discreet.

Sounds serious.

Are you sure you are all right with this, Dr Reid?

Erm...yes, yeah, fine. What's happened?

-Has someone been, you know, nicking NHS drugs?

-No.

-Then flogging them on to the mafia?

-No, that is not what has happened.

No, it is nothing like that.

I told you to keep it for me.

-I was scared.

-I need that finger, Shai.

-We need it.

-I... I gave it to my friend.

-The woman who was just in here?

-She's a doctor.

-She's not police?

No.

Good.

-Then you have to ask for her to give it back.

-OK.

-Ah!

-What's wrong?

The men who were chasing me - they beat me.

My friend can help.

I could have told them that you had the finger...

-but I didn't.

-Why didn't you?

They would have killed you, Shai.

And I'm your friend, remember?

-My friend.

-I'm the nice one.

-The nice one.

I gets you the easy jobs.

I look after you, and I gets you a drink when you needs it.

Once we get that finger, we'll be rich. Both of us.

And then I'll be able to look after you.

I'll be safe.

That's it. Safe.

Now, get dressed.

What's going on?

-Give it to me.

-What?

The finger! He said you have it.

I haven't got it. I gave it to the police!

-Then get it back!

-I can't!

Oi!

-Are you all right?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Are you all right?

-I remember how I hit my head.

Some men ran into me.

-What, that man?

-No, chasing after him!

Well...is that Barney?

Yes. He's my friend. The nice one.

He looks after my money. And he gives me vodka.

All right, OK.

OK, come on.

She's in the kitchen. Come on through.

Actually, I want to speak to both of you.

And no more games.

What do you mean?

I'm fed up with people lying to me.

-I'm a sick man...

-Yeah, right.

-..and I haven't done anything.

That's not quite true.

Since we last met, some of your victims have talked.

Then they're lying.

I've got enough to send you down

for human trafficking, holding men in slavery...

I never done none of that!

..but what I want to know is, what do you want with him?

Does he know something?

He asked me for the finger.

Really? Why?

What finger?

You wanted me to keep it for the safe.

-Shut up!

-Why did you want him to keep it safe?

No, he wanted me to keep it for THE safe.

-You mean safe, as in where the money's kept?

-Yes.

That's where it went!

-He doesn't know what he's talking about.

-So where is it?

I don't know what he's talking about, either. He's an idiot.

-I'm not!

-He can't even remember his own name!

You said we'd be rich when you got the safe open.

Hang on a minute. What's this got to do with the finger?

-Nothing.

-It's a biometric safe, isn't it?

That's why you needed the fingerprint -

your dead boss's fingerprint.

Did you really think that would work?

-Well, why wouldn't it?

-So, where is it?

HE SCREAMS

-He's faking.

-Argh!

I don't think he is.

Can I get some help here?

Barney?

-Healthy eating?

-Mm. Totally.

I'm really happy for you and Valerie,

-but I'm going to have the rest of my BLT, OK?

-BLT?

-Yeah.

And I don't care how unhealthy it is.

Do you know what it's doing to you on a molecular level?

Ayesha! I've already had an earful from Valerie, OK?

Oh, well, it's your body.

-HE SIGHS

-I can't...

Let you in on a secret.

What?

Promise not to tell.

Chicken nuggets!

Don't...tell.

Mm.

Mm...

That is so good!

You broke the law.

You lied to me. You lied to a police officer.

I didn't mean to.

And you've implicated all your colleagues,

you've implicated your husband, my wife...

What was I supposed to do?

-Obey the law!

-What, and turn my back on Besa?

-That's not what he's saying.

-Just ignore a woman that's suffering?

-Ruhma...

-Yeah, maybe...

Maybe I should have just let her die, too, Rob?

No. No, no.

It was a medical emergency.

And there are ways of dealing with it.

Which would have meant that she was sent back to Albania.

Maybe, yes.

And that is as good as killing her, Rob.

Look, whatever you were trying to do,

and however good your intentions were,

-you were still breaking the law.

-Why...

Why is this so wrong?

-Ruhma...

-No.

The law is ridiculous, Heston.

-You need...

-Why am I the only person that understands Besa's situation?

You need to listen to Rob...

before you make things worse than they are.

What you did was irresponsible.

I didn't have any choice.

You know, you could easily be convicted and lose your job,

as could everybody else that you've involved.

So give me one good reason why I shouldn't arrest you.

Why did he die?

Because...

his heart stopped.

But the doctors did everything they could to save him.

He was my friend.

Not really, Shai.

He was just pretending to be your friend

so that you would do what he wanted.

And he had no right to treat you the way he did.

I've got no-one now.

We'll make sure that you're safe.

Safe...

I've got a couple of PCs coming in.

Can you stay with him for a minute while I brief them?

Yeah, sure.

And, erm...

sorry if I was a bit sharp earlier.

This stuff gets under my skin.

Do you trust her?

DC Hazelwood?

Yes.

WHISPERS: Even with a secret?

What secret?

I know where the safe is.

-Do you?

-I saw them putting money in it.

Are you sure?

They didn't...care about me seeing.

They think I'm stupid.

Everyone thinks I'm stupid.

Well...more fool them.

I think you're very clever.

I wish you could be my mum.

SHE SIGHS

I'm sorry.

I like you.

No-one will ever be able to take the place of your mum.

But I promise you...

I am going to do everything I can to make sure that you're safe.

The authorities now know about Besa.

She's in a hostel with her baby.

That's good.

Yes, it is good, because we managed to find the baby,

and we immediately reunited her with her mother,

cos we're not monsters, Ruhma.

So they're both absolutely safe and sound. So...

No. Until they send them back.

So...

as long as things stay that way, and there's no more interference, OK,

and everything goes through the proper legal channels...

HE SIGHS

..then I am willing to say no more.

On one condition.

That you promise me that you will never harbour or treat

an illegal immigrant again.

SHE SIGHS

-Ruhma?

-SHE SIGHS

I won't harbour an illegal immigrant.

Or treat one.

What am I supposed to do, ask everyone woman for a passport

when she's going to have a medical emergency?

You know what he means.

I'm only asking you to obey the law.

You are asking me to turn my back on vulnerable women.

Ruhma...

Say it.

Fine.

I will not treat any illegal immigrants.

OK?

Ruhma...

this isn't personal, you know.

Besa!

Besa!

Besa!

This is your one chance to make your case for asylum.

We're in enough trouble as it is.

We've been interviewed by the police.

You could lose your job.