Dreams are Made On Doctors

And then, in dreaming

The clouds methought would open and show riches

Ready to drop down on me...

That when I waked

I cried to dream again.

Heston?

Yeah, I'm not really here. I'm looking for my, erm...

Ah, thank you.

And look how popular we are.

Oh, yes, well, I, er, I have so much to get through before my trip.

And The Mill...

Just nonstop babble and interruptions. I know.

So, are you looking forward to going back to Botswana?

Oh, yes. Yes, er, a friend of mine

has organised a trip to the Okavango River.

And another has invited me to lunch at a spot

overlooking the Gaborone Dam, and there is a grand

multi-denominational prayer day at Christ the King Cathedral.

Well, that will be a highlight.

Well, you can get a taste of your trip today.

Nyaqa Dale Setshwane,

it's her first book since winning the Nobel Prize.

It was a proud moment for Botswana.

Ah, yes, it was an incredible achievement.

Oh, so you know her?

Why would I know her?

Because you're both from Botswana.

It is impractical to suggest that I am acquainted with

everyone from Botswana.

Yes, but you do know her work?

Er, her earlier novels, yes.

And I am a great admirer of her writing.

Well, she's giving a talk at the university this afternoon

which I am attending after a lunchtime concert.

Oh, thrash metal or house?

No, it's the university orchestra

playing Sibelius' setting of The Tempest.

Then they're doing a production of the play in the evening.

Don't tell me you're going to that too.

I'm making the most of my day off.

Oh, he really is a vulture for culture.

On my days off, I prefer to get a bit of fresh air.

Well, chacun a son gout.

Anyway, would you like to come to the talk?

Oh, I would love to, but I have a costings report to finish.

We could have a bite to eat at the Icon.

I will try my best.

-No arrests?

-No. No arrests.

We're just following the money.

All right.

As far as I know, the uni's never had major,

major drug problems, just lower category stuff.

But there's always someone who wants to sell them something.

Apparently this new guy who has moved in got the drugs

coming in from Coventry.

But he's going to grow more dealers.

Even if we take him out, he'll have left a network.

So what are you suggesting?

Nick them all, burn the chain.

Is that before or after we get the main man?

You think I'm a bucket head, don't you?

No, I don't. I'm just agreeing with the gaffer's strategy.

Oh, come on, admit it.

You just want to play super-cops and whizz round, thief-taking,

like The Professionals.

Professional what?

The Professionals? TV show?

Bodie and Doyle?

Who?

Good grief.

I'm just pulling your leg. Course I know The Professionals.

My grandad told me about them.

You cheeky...!

I've just got this for you to sign, Mrs Tembe.

Thank you.

A Woman Is An Island.

I think if I was an Island, I would like to be Gran Canaria.

Maybe not, it's a bit windy. Perhaps Menorca.

Cos it's not as flashy as its neighbour,

but it's got subtle charms and hidden depths.

How about you?

What?

What island would you be?

I think the title is a metaphor.

It might not be so specific.

Hmm, yeah.

Yeah, I suppose it's suggesting that we're all out there

on the seas and oceans of life,

seemingly anchored, but meanwhile we're all feeling adrift.

-I suppose I better let you get on.

-Thank you. Thank you.

-AUTHOR:

-"Outside my mother's house was a motopi, or shepherd's tree."

-MRS TEMBE:

-"I would sit in its shade and watch beyond the dark penumbra,

"the breeze stirring the dust

"like red waves caressing a dark, still shore.

"And I would hear the sea in that landlocked place."

Hello.

That was an exchange, right?

Yep.

Hold on! Hold on!

Instinct.

Instinct...

Right, now we can see where laddo goes next.

145 over 103.

I'm afraid that's borderline hypertension.

I've been trying to eat more healthily. And I've lost four kilos.

Yeah, what about other factors, like stress, work?

I've got a fair bit on. There's marking, seminars.

I'm directing a play, and acting in it.

-The Tempest?

-Yeah.

-You're taking a lot on.

Oh, no, it's not the theatre. I love theatre.

It's the extra stuff, like, erm...

For instance, the head of department is ill

and there's this writer visiting today and I've got to host

but I'd forgotten, because this morning I had a...

Had a what?

It was just a kind of...episode.

An episode? So, what, like dizziness?

Or a blackout?

Maybe a bit dizzy.

-You know that with the...

-Brugada Syndrome, I know.

My father had it and he died at the age of 32.

I suppose I was lucky, finding out I had it too.

I would still like you to go ahead with the electrophysiological study.

-Yeah, I...

-It's what the specialists are advising.

It's important for us to see whether you need an ICD.

I don't need a pacemaker.

It's not a pacemaker. It just sits under the skin

and it gives the heart the rhythmic stimulation it needs.

I'll think about it.

Thing is, you've been thinking about it for a while.

OK, I'll think about it some more. Thanks, Doctor.

You've got to stop following me.

Don't flatter yourself. I'm here to see the doctor.

But, when are you going to tell her the truth about us?

That would ruin everything.

For who?

I can't deal with this right now.

Because you don't want to deal with it, do you?

If you don't tell her, I will.

Ah, right, I'm off to lunch with Dr Carter.

Oh, have fun.

HE EXHALES

That's it, OK.

What's that mean?

Er, well, your peak flow has dropped off a little bit since last time.

Is that serious?

It's something to look at. You're still a non-smoker?

-Yeah.

-OK. Anything else changed since last time?

Like what?

Lifestyle factors, stress, deadline pressures?

OK, well, look, there's always the university counselling service.

I don't need anyone telling me what my problems are!

It's not really about telling you what...

I know what my problem is.

-Aashiq...

-PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Oh! I'm so sorry.

Ah, he's gone.

Oh, Daniel.

Erm, he had some tablets.

-Tablets?

-Pills.

Well, did they look like prescription medication, or...?

They were in a plastic bag and there was quite a lot of them.

Funny way to carry them, if they were.

OK. All right, I'll make a call.

Keep an eye on him.

I'm going to have a quick word in the surgery.

Sarge.

What's going on?

Rob wanted to know about the boy who just left.

Aashiq Pierce.

Yeah. Yeah, Mr Pierce is a patient.

He also may be a person of interest to us.

-Really?

-Yeah.

Valerie said that she saw him

drop a bag containing a large amount of white pills.

Does that sound like something that you might have prescribed to him?

No, no. So this is about narcotics?

That's our focus, yeah. Anyway, thanks for your help.

Mrs Setshwane, I am so sorry.

I was expecting Professor Halloran.

Clare, Professor Halloran, is ill, I'm afraid.

And, you are...?

Er, Misal Khatib. Lecturer in drama.

Drama? Really?

I am so sorry to interrupt...

Ah. A pen?

Oh, I, er...

-Here...

-And to whom shall I inscribe it?

Oh, er, Dr Carter.

You are a medical doctor or PhD?

Neither, it is for Dr Heston Carter.

A medical doctor, he's a colleague.

I very much enjoyed reading it.

Your accent...?

Yes. I, er, I am also from Botswana.

Ah.

Did the book have resonance?

Yes. Yes, it did.

-So, where's lunch?

-Lunch?

Yes, I was told I was going to be provided with lunch upon arrival.

Professor Halloran didn't mention anything about lunch.

Really?

Well, er, I am about to meet Dr Carter for lunch.

You are very welcome to join us.

It seems my best offer.

Great. And thank you, erm...?

Oh, Mrs Winifred Tembe.

Practice Manager at The Mill Health Centre and The Campus Surgery.

Right.

So, Mrs Setshwane, I will see you after I've done the, erm...

-You are not joining us?

-No.

I, er... I'm in the middle of a rehearsal

for a performance this evening.

Ah, well, it is always best to lay bare one's priorities.

Yes. Erm, I'll be there to introduce you at the lecture room.

Right. Well, er, this way.

So, er, how is it you chose to come to

the University of Letherbridge to talk about your book?

The head of the English department here is a friend of my publishers.

If only she had deigned to grace us with her presence.

Well, it is hardly her fault that she is unwell.

Excuses!

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

This glass is dirty.

Just replace it.

Now, if only there was something that seemed palatable,

if merely by description.

Hello, hello.

Ah, Dr Carter, this is...

Mrs Setshwane. Yes, I know. It is an honour to meet you.

And it would be an even greater honour...

She has already signed it.

Then it will take pride of place on my bookshelf.

So, er, how was the concert?

Oh, charming, but you have to make allowances for

a university orchestra, but they gave a good performance.

Of what?

Sibelius' setting of The Tempest.

Sibelius. The Silence of Jarvenpaa.

Oh, I don't know that one.

It is a term used to describe the last 32 years of his life,

where he wrote almost nothing.

Maybe he felt he had created everything he needed to.

A creator does not stop creating.

That is the abandonment of an oath with one's talent.

Thank you.

The Waldorf salad.

I trust even here you can put five simple ingredients together.

Yes.

What's he up to?

I don't know, but he knew the key code.

Ah, hello, Mr Pierce.

Police.

Would you mind telling us what you were doing in there?

I, er, I really did enjoy the description of

the little girl under the motopi tree.

Yes, I was very impressed with the symbolism in that.

It reminded me very much of home, of Botswana.

Fortunately for me, I will be returning in a couple of days.

And are you intending to, once again, sit under a motopi tree?

Well, er...

Actually, it is something I used to do in the village of my aunt.

Isn't that the same for the girl in the book?

It's what she's thinking about, er, when the storm happens.

Yeah, but she does not go back.

When the storm subsides and she is safely harboured,

she does not thank a God who does not exist or go back to

a childhood created only by nostalgia.

My childhood was, er, very happy.

And the motopi tree in Kweneng was not created by nostalgia.

Ah, Kweneng, where David Livingstone arrived heralding empire

and Christianity and the simple people lined up

for servitude and baptism.

That is enough.

Er, Mrs Tembe...

No, I am not going to stay here and be insulted by this...hypocrite!

I do not care how many prizes or baubles you have won,

you take the life stuff of our country and our people,

you take our beliefs and our traditions

and you use them as metaphors and motifs,

and in person, they mean absolutely nothing to you.

You do not understand the literary voice.

I understand YOUR literary voice, and it is the voice of betrayal.

-Who have I betrayed?

-Your readers!

You cannot draw on a country for your words and your sales

and play the part of the great Botswanan writer

on the world stage and in private hold it in contempt!

It is not contempt.

Well, that is what it feels like to me.

But I am just a simple woman who has grown from a simple girl...

-Hmm.

-..for whom sitting under the motopi tree in her country

is a deep and treasured memory.

Sorry, excuse me.

I really don't know what to say.

There is nothing to say.

She is the type of my countrywomen who considers

the home place as a kind of Eden.

Now, it's almost time for my talk.

Would you be kind enough to escort me?

What's going on?

We're police.

Are you arresting him?

Yes. And you are?

Misal Khatib. I teach here. What are the grounds, what's he...?

They say I've been dealing drugs.

What?

We did witness a transaction with a second party.

And he had these on him,

which is technically possession with intent to supply.

They're not illegal.

-So you say.

-They're not, they're nootropics.

-What?

-Cognition enhancers. They help you concentrate, study.

There's nothing illegal in them.

-You were still selling them.

-Just to make a bit of extra cash.

How can you arrest him when he says the drugs aren't illegal?

Well, we don't know that until we've tested them.

And there's also trespass.

-What? Where?

-Your office.

PHONE RINGS

What were you doing in there?

Husna.

Look, I know you've been trying to call...

Husna, I can...

Husna?!

You told her!

That's what I was doing in your office, getting her number.

-She needed to know.

-No, she didn't!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, cool it!

-Mr Khatib?

-Argh!

-Heston!

-What's happening?

-I think it's palpitations.

Do you have a history of heart disease?

I've got Brugada Syndrome.

I saw Dr Granger this...

Mr Khatib? Mr Khatib!

-Is he going to be OK?

-Let's get him in the recovery position.

Is he going to be OK?!

-Who are you?

-I'm his son.

The woman is dreadful!

-I think it's a shame.

-What is?

That you didn't get along, because you've got so much in common.

Geography, geography is the only thing we have in common.

A Woman Is An Island.

Her book. I mean, that says something, doesn't it?

Yes, that she is isolated because she is intolerable.

All those years away from home, family.

I reckon it's all just a front.

She's probably just really lonely.

Some people do that, don't they?

Mrs Tembe, this is not like you.

She must have really got to you.

I need to go over to The Mill.

I will get back as soon as I can.

Take your time.

I'm OK.

Well, a blackout can't be taken lightly.

It happens sometimes. You get used to it.

This Brugada syndrome, something else you were hiding?

No.

But it is something else we need to talk about.

What, you could have passed it on to me?

It's genetic, you might be at risk. There's a simple test...

So I wasn't worthy enough to be told?

-It's nothing about being...

-It is!

I bring shame on you.

Right from when I was born!

I was a student when you were born.

My parents were traditional, they wouldn't have accepted it.

But you know I split up from your mum anyway.

And you know she died?

Yes.

What happened to you after losing your mother?

I was in care.

In foster homes.

And all the while I was hoping my dad would

care enough to come and get me.

But he never did.

I really think we should phone an ambulance.

I can't go to hospital tonight because I've got a performance.

-I'm Prospero.

-I'm looking forward to the performance,

but I don't think we should put that before your health.

I will go to hospital tomorrow, I promise.

And that, erm, pacemaker thing they're suggesting...

-ICD?

-Yeah, I'll have one of them fitted.

But really, I've put too much into this.

Well, it's against my advice, but it is your decision.

-Time to go, son.

-You're not still arresting him?

-I'm afraid so.

-I'm not pressing charges.

It's not just down to you. Plus, there's the drugs.

He's already told you the drugs are legal.

-PHONE RINGS

-Sergeant Hollins.

Right, OK. Thank you.

Well, it looks like we've got our main man.

Told you, nothing to do with me.

Yeah, but we've still got some questions

and we need to test those pills.

But if Aashiq's right, you can't keep him in.

I'll see what my boss says.

Dr Carter...

Oh, Mrs Tembe?

I am getting late for my talk.

-Yeah, yeah...

-It is just through there.

Look, I wanted to apologise for what I said.

It's fine. I suppose you will not be attending.

Well, I did enjoy some aspects of the, well, the earlier chapters.

This too was one of the dark places of the Earth.

So Conrad had said, his parallel with the Congo.

But London was a dark place still and the sea had brought her there.

She gazed into the grey water,

eddying fast in its channels as it exited Waterloo Bridge,

or the Ladies' Bridge, as it was sometimes called,

due to the workforce that constructed it

being of a solely female composition.

And it bore the neatness and cleanness and fresh precision

that you would expect of a woman's hand,

the care over her creation.

But that was scant comfort

as she thought of sitting in the shadow of the motopi tree.

Think I should just, erm...

Excuse me.

Thank you very much.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I had the child when I was an undergraduate in London.

The father was a music promoter.

He didn't stay around for long.

My parents would never have accepted it.

I could not support a child, so I had to give him up.

When I heard that young man today, I...

So your son never tried to seek you out

and you never tried to find him?

When I was married, my husband, Martin,

suggested I try and find him.

But to no avail.

As a child, in Botswana, I always dreamt of the sea.

And the sea took me away to London, to having my child.

He is the only part of my past I have ever wanted to get back to.

So you are not the same as your character in your novel.

You do not need memories of where you are from.

The memories, yes. An imaginary arcadia, no.

The past is another country and I am a citizen of the present.

I think it's time for me to leave now.

You are not going back to the talk?

I mean, obviously, if you feel unable...

I feel I have exposed myself quite enough.

I need a taxi.

Much as I would like to be of further assistance,

I always think it is better to feel impelled rather than compelled.

I am sure you of all people appreciate the difference.

Mrs Tembe?

Well, I, er, I wish you well on your journey home.

I am very much looking forward to mine.

Now I want

Spirits to enforce, art to enchant...

And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer,

Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardoned be...

Let your indulgence set me free.

-That was fantastic.

-Thank you.

-How are you feeling?

Erm, better. Much better.

I would have come for the beginning but they didn't let me out in time.

Are they charging you?

No. No, the drugs were what I said they were.

I'm sorry.

For what?

Enrolling here.

Forcing things.

But it was the only thing I could think of.

Maybe you needed to force things.

Husna. Erm...

This is Aashiq...my son.

Hello.

Shall we?

It, er, it sounds as if it is raining.

Perhaps you can

"command the elements to silence and work the peace of the present."

Well, I could try my best.

You always do.

Hello, Eric!

I hardly think that qualifies him for a job of this magnitude.

Well, Mrs Tembe rates him.

It sounds to me like he's being a slob who's not pulling his weight.

What have you done with Christine?

She's dead, Dad!

How many more times do I have to tell you?

Your wife, my mum, is dead, and she's not coming back!