Lamb Dopiaza Nights Doctors

I want the life of the man who murdered my son.

Oh!

GUNSHOTS

# Bang a gong, get it on. #

I was thinking an FGM charity, or, you know,

any sort of charity that might be able to possibly help.

I will see what I can do.

Yeah, thank you, I'm just... I'm sorry, I just...

I've been clutching at straws.

I thought, if I come in and I speak to you, then just in case...

I understand.

There's got to be something we can do. Anything to help her.

Of course.

Thank you.

I am happy to help.

Yeah.

She, er, she gets deported tonight?

Yeah.

I am so, so sorry.

Are you all right? You look tired, exhausted, even.

Well, I've... I've had better days.

You have got a lot on your plate at the moment.

I have.

I just wish there was just one thing we could do to help.

That's all, that's all.

I was not just referring to Besa.

I... I was also thinking about your internal review on Tuesday.

My review? I'd...

That didn't cross my mind.

I'm... I'm going to go. I'm sorry.

Just... Excuse me.

PHONE RINGS

Ah.

Hello.

What are you doing tonight?

Not much.

Do you fancy coming to see Amadeus at that

National Theatre live cinema thing?

Oh, the one by Falco? # Rock me Amadeus. #

-No. The one by Shaffer, you comedian.

-Oh.

I thought tonight was your cultural evening with Daniel.

Haven't you palmed Joe off on some sleepover?

No, I haven't palmed him off - he's staying over at a friend's.

And Daniel is...unavailable.

Why?

Well, quite frankly, I'm not talking to him.

Oh, and why is that?

Because last night he fell off the dry January wagon.

-Without you?!

-Yes.

Traitor! What happened?

Well, I'd just made him the most lovely supper

when this old school friend turns up out the blue...

Surprise!

HE LAUGHS

..and invites him out for a "quiet one".

See you later.

But a quiet one turned into an eight-hour session.

Yeeha!

High five!

And this morning I came down to find a decimated kitchen...

SNORING

..and Daniel crashed out on the sofa with Simon.

FARTING

-That's funny.

-No, it's not funny!

I have been drinking mineral water for two whole weeks.

Oh, come on, you can't be too hard on him.

We've all done it.

I know, I know.

But Simon was up and off with the lark to work

and Daniel is good for nothing. He's a total lightweight.

SHE CHUCKLES

So, are you coming or what?

Yes, I would love an evening of highbrow entertainment with you.

Thank you.

Well, shall I pick you up at 7.30?

Marvellous.

That'll be dull...

You did everything you could.

It didn't work, though, did it? She's still being deported.

But she has her baby, and her baby's alive because of you.

You shouldn't beat yourself up.

It's times like this I wish we could get samosas on tap!

Hey, listen, Rob's working tonight, I'm free.

-Do you want to go for dinner?

-No, no, thanks, Karen.

I think I just want to be at home.

OK. Well, the offer stands for another evening.

Why don't you come round? And you, Eesh.

I could...I could cook some dinner. And I could do with the company.

-Sounds great. It's a plan.

-Great.

Don't mind me, just getting on with work.

I know I'm not part of the gang.

Have a nice weekend.

Thanks for the invite, but I best not. Not tonight.

-See you Monday.

-Yeah.

HE GROANS

Look at you, all grown up!

And look at you - you're turning into Mum!

-Yeah, I'll tell her you said that.

-She won't mind.

She always said you were too pretty to be her brother.

Good to see you, Will.

-Yeah, yeah, and you, Uncle Jimmi.

-Hm.

Right, then, are you going to offer me a beer or what?

Yeah, come on. You can tell me what's going on.

Let's do the beer first, eh?

I want a tour of your batch pad. Looks well smart.

Still hungover?

This is not a hangover.

I didn't know Karen was coming over.

Nor did I until I invited her.

I thought we were going out to dinner.

-Well, I've changed my mind.

-Why?

Because going out feels like it's a celebration

and I've got nothing to celebrate.

Heston, I have spent every minute of today sourcing that internet,

trying to find a way to halt this madness.

The decision has been made.

And we should appeal.

There's nothing we can do. Martin said that...

I don't care what Martin said, OK?

There must be something we can do.

There isn't.

Why are you being so cold? You've met Besa.

You've held her baby.

She's a young girl. This-This could be Alia!

But she's not.

We deal with these stories all the time.

-No, we don't.

-Cancer patients who are ineligible for treatment,

dementia patients who can't get the right drugs.

-It is not the same!

-It is.

We make a decision and we move on and we keep a professional distance.

You know this, Ruhma.

Let's not argue.

Over 100. It must be food poisoning.

-What did you eat?

-Don't know.

I can barely remember anything about last night.

-Well, you must remember where you ate.

-Erm...

I think we ate at The Karachi Palace.

The Karachi?

Well, no wonder you're ill, that place is a pit!

Yeah, yeah. It was the only place that was open.

Well, now you're paying the price

and you've only got yourself to blame.

You should have eaten before you went out.

-I made a lovely meal.

-Please stop talking about food.

I do feel a bit bad now that it's more than just a hangover.

I deserve a hangover.

I do not deserve this.

And I am no lightweight.

I apologised!

Yeah. It was good to have a night out.

You know, a blow out after... everything.

I know.

Well, I've got to go. So, you've got everything you need.

Water, there's a cold bottle in the fridge, and your trusty bucket.

Thank you.

I can stay, if you like.

I don't want you suffering, poor baby.

Get out. I'll be fine.

I must be over the worst of it, mustn't I?

Ugh...

Yep. That's, er, number eight, yeah.

Fantastic, thank you. Bye.

-Cheers, Jimmi. You're the best.

-Not a problem.

Friday night was meant for having curries delivered, wasn't it?

Rubbish! Friday night was made for going out.

Yeah, but you're not going out, are you?

You've been watered, soon you will be fed,

and then you're going to tell me what the heck is going on.

I want the life of the man who murdered my son!

What are you doing here?

Meeting ran over. I've got to stay another night in Brum.

I was going to take you out for a re-match,

but, my god, look at you - you look like death.

What happened?

Eh?

So, are you sure that this consultant...

Adrian Coleman.

..touched this patient?

As sure as I can be.

I mean, I don't...

Sorry. I was tired and emotional. Exhausted, if I'm honest.

Well, being tired is par for the course.

If you saw it, you report it.

Why did this have to happen to me?

What about Steph, the matron? Do you reckon she'll back me up?

It's like you say, she's either protecting

her colleague or scared for her own job.

Either way, you can't rely on her.

I'm stuffed, aren't I?

It's not going to be easy.

I don't know what to do.

I think you do. I think that's why you're here.

I'm going to be Mr Popular, aren't I?

Look, I will do to whatever I can to help.

You're not going to be on your own.

Cheers, Jimmi.

You know what I could do? I could transfer.

Get out of Dodge before all this hits the fan.

-Where would you go?

-I don't know.

What about here? St Phil's?

My mate's on the course and absolutely loving it.

There's not dodgy old men in Letherbridge.

-Unless we count you, of course.

-Oi!

I should give her a call.

Why don't you?

It's just a thought.

Seems like a good one.

I mean, you could put the complaint in from a distance,

then you could stay here for a couple of days, if you want,

till you get on your feet.

-Really?

-I just said so, didn't I?

Cheers, Jimmi.

It stinks in here.

I've got food poisoning. I'm leaking.

-SIMON CHUCKLES

-You're in a state.

Mm. Thank you for your concern.

Was a good night, though.

Where did you get it from?

The Karachi Palace is notorious. I should never have taken you there.

Nah, it wasn't the curry. I feel fine.

-We had exactly the same.

-Did we?

The lamb dopiaza. It was pretty good, too.

Don't you remember?

Um, I have...some blank spots after the tequila.

-Really?

-Mm.

-You're out of practice.

You need to pull your finger out, Granger.

SIMON CHUCKLES

We're not teenagers any more.

Ah, no excuse.

You do remember where you took me post curry, though, right?

-No.

-Wow.

You really must have been out of it!

Where did we go?

You wanted to go to a particular kind of bar.

Not my usual thing, but you were adamant,

and I thought, "When in Rome..."

-Where did I take you?

-You practically dragged me there!

Where did I take you?

We jumped a taxi, right, and went to a...

-Just tell me!

-..a karaoke bar!

I don't do karaoke.

MUSIC: Get It On by The Power Station

# Well, you're dirty and sweet

# Clad in black, don't look back, and I love you

# You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah

# Well, you're dirty and... # Whoa, whoa!

# The teeth of the hydra upon you

# You're, dirty, sweet and you're my girl

# Get it on, bang a gong, get it on

# Get it on, bang a gong, get it on... #

I know, I know it's crazy, but it's brilliant!

I get to spend more time with you and Uncle Jim.

Oh, he's all right. I don't know.

I guess, erm...seven out of ten.

He's giving me the eye now!

So you'll ask at St Phil's for me, yeah?

HE MOUTHS

Thanks again for last night.

Sorry about your poorliness.

Oh, is it OK if I post the pictures?

Don't even think about it. I will kill you.

Wouldn't dream of it, mate.

Catch you later.

Love to Zara and the boy wonder, yeah?

I want the life of the man who murdered my son!

Wait, wait, wait. Come back here.

Why do you keep saying that?

It's from the film we were watching last night after eating.

I don't remember that at all.

Escape To Burma, starring, erm, Robert whatshisname,

being hunted down and falling in love with Barbara Stanwyck,

the elephant woman.

Made us laugh.

I can't remember.

I'm not surprised, you passed out pretty quickly.

Didn't miss much, but it had a few moments.

Here.

I recorded it.

Fill your boots, sick boy. See you later.

SIMON HUMS A TUNE

I just blew up at Heston. It wasn't fair.

He didn't ask for this.

You stuck your neck out for someone. That's a good thing.

Rob didn't think so.

No, but that's his job to think like that.

I mean, and he came round in the end, didn't he?

In his own way. And Heston will as well.

You know, I am sorry.

About what?

For telling Rob. He can see right through me.

I can't keep anything from him.

Karen, you've already apologised. And I'm sorry,

because I shouldn't have put you in this position.

What are you thinking?

No, come on.

I had a meeting with Mrs Tembe this afternoon and

she reminded me that I might not have a job in a couple of weeks.

And I don't care. I realised, I don't care.

Because I've got Heston, I've got a family

and I've got a home and Besa's got nothing.

She's going back to that place where she could be killed

or made to do awful things and...

What's going to happen that little baby, Karen?

Come here.

It just... It makes me really angry that...

..we are supposed to live in a civilised country

that allows this sort of thing to happen.

It makes me feel sick.

I'm sorry. This is not a fun way to spend Friday, is it?

I wasn't expecting it to be.

Come on, let's eat before we starve.

Erin reckons I'll be a shoo-in.

They're understaffed at St Phil's, and with my boss grades...

Don't count your chickens.

I've got a good feeling about it. Goodbye, letchy Adrian,

-hello, Letherbridge.

-Have you not called your mum yet?

Ah, you can smooth things over with her. She loves you.

-Staying here with Uncle Jimmi...

-For a few days.

..for a few days. What's not to like?

Hey, I can show you the town!

It's my town!

It's Friday night and you're staying in and having a curry.

Come with me, my son, and I will show you the world!

When did you get to become such a smart aleck?

I don't know. It's genetic, I think.

Come on, let's eat in the lounge.

We'll, er, give Mum a ring.

Hi.

What are you doing back?

I've come to take you out.

No, thanks.

I'm tired, and I've got a feta and hazelnut salad

waiting for me at home.

And, besides, you're only doing that because you feel obligated.

And because you're my mate, idiot.

Mate? Oh, mates, is it?

Because mates talk, they share things,

and you're just cutting me out and making me

feel completely ostrich-sized.

Ostracised.

Yes. That as well.

Look, I'm not happy at work, and it's because of you

and Karen and Ruhma and your big secret.

So you can keep your night out, I'm not interested in it,

or anything else you've got to offer.

A few weeks ago, I noticed that Ruhma was taking

supplies from the nurses' room.

I was really annoyed at first,

but then she told me about this woman called Besa.

She was Albanian, she was pregnant,

and she shouldn't have been in this country.

-Popcorn?

-No, thanks.

I wish they'd turn the heating down.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's performance of

Amadeus, coming live from the National Theatre.

# Come on and rock me, Amadeus. #

SHE HUMS THE TUNE

SHE HUMS MORE SOFTLY

GUNSHOT FROM TV

-VOICEOVER:

-It's from the film we were watching

last night after eating.

I'm making some toast, yeah? You want toast?

THEY LAUGH

Shh!

I don't want it. I'm going to have something from the fridge.

Well, you don't know what you're missing, man. So nice.

Mm.

VOICEOVER: You should have eaten before you went out.

I made a lovely meal.

I made a lovely meal... I made a lovely meal...

SPLUTTERING

Are you all right in there?

RETCHING

No, I'm not.

Guess who I found on the doorstep?

What are you two doing here?

I spilled the beans to Valerie and she wanted to come round.

She's got something she needs to give to Ruhma.

It's a salad. Broccoli, feta and hazelnut.

Erm, thank you.

It wasn't just a salad that you wanted to give her, was it, Valerie?

No, no, course not.

No, I just thought it would just be rude to turn up empty-handed.

Erm, here. I just wanted to give you this.

It's an Albanian women's charity.

Albanian Blossoms. It's for victims of rape.

Where did you get this?

Well, Ayesha told me about Besa and her daughter and everything

you have all been doing and I really felt for her, you know?

I mean, life can be awful sometimes, can't it?

But what this poor woman has been through...

Erm, when I was at PCT, I had a colleague, Ana.

She was Serbian and she had been through

some pretty rough times herself.

And she'd send money to this charity that had helped her in the past.

I used to send money sometimes too but then I stopped.

Anyway, I remembered that this charity had branches

in other countries, so I looked it up,

and it turns out there's one in Albania.

So, I thought you could maybe just text the information to Besa.

Might just help.

Thank you.

Thank you. This is just what we wanted.

Oh, no worries.

Erm, I'm sorry that we didn't tell you earlier.

I've got a big mouth. I understand.

Have we missed dinner? Because I am starving.

Well, it just so happens we're about to have pudding. Chocolate pudding.

Sounds good to me.

Oh, erm, do you want to eat?

We've got some salad left over and we could add it to yours.

Actually, I'm feeling a little bit emotional at the moment,

and I think I need the sort of lift

that only chocolate pudding can provide.

Do you think it would be all right if I just sniffed it?

Go in peace, friend of my son.

Free to go.

Free?

Who likes to be free?

When we are adrift, surrounded by the dark, feeling alone

and that all hope has deserted us,

remember we are not.

Allah is with us.

Remember we are not.

And when we are lost in the cold

without a shoulder to lean on,

about to give up,

remember, Allah is with us.

And if we remember he is present,

he will not forget us.

He will be by our side.

And if we try our hardest and pray with open hearts,

he will guide the way.

Nee-nor, nee-nor, nee-nor.

-Very good.

-Oh, someone's going to land Uncle Jimmi

-on the naughty step.

-I'll do me best.

I can't do this.

I've made it worse, haven't I?

-Have you got an appointment?

-Five minutes.

Well, then, stop banging.