Doctor Haskey and the All Seeing Eye Doctors

SHE COUGHS You're in St Phil's.

I came with you yesterday in the ambulance.

-Who are you?

-Dr Carter from the Mill Health Centre.

You been here all night?

No, I just popped in this morning to see how you were.

I'm in hospital. What do I need a GP for?

Do you have any friends,

relatives, we could contact for you?

No-one's going to be rushing to hold my hand.

All right. You've done your Good Samaritan bit.

I'm alive. Box ticked. Jog on.

I'll tell the nurse you're awake.

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Oh!

Ayesha?

-How are you feeling?

-Rough.

My head is splitting.

You need to drink plenty of fluids. Flush out the toxins.

-What toxins?

-You inhaled viper fumes.

What?!

I just remember going on a home visit.

Ooh... My eyes are stinging...

Everything else is a blank.

Well, it might come back in flashbacks.

-They can be a bit freaky.

-How long have you been here?

All night.

It's not like you could be left on your own, is it?

She'll smoke or snort anything she can get her hands on.

And she's very fond of her super strength cider.

And like most of them, her party lifestyle is funded by shoplifting.

I can't see that she's got much to celebrate.

-And I can't see an emergency.

-So, why am I here?

Last week, a child was given viper.

Yesterday, this young woman nearly died from the same drug.

Yeah, I know, and CID are looking into it.

-Have they found the supplier yet?

-I'm sure they're making progress.

And in the meantime, who else is exposed to it? Students?

-More children?

-That was unfortunate.

But most people who use viper are like Ms Warren here.

Nobody forces them to take it.

How much free will does an addict really have?

Heston, you did a really good job to get her here. You may have saved her life, well done.

But I have a million places I should be.

Oh, and I really don't want

to have to arrest you for wasting police time.

Hello? Hello!

-KNOCKS ON DOOR

-Miss Buckland?

Look, I don't want to involve social services,

but if I have to then I'm going to.

-KNOCKS ON DOOR

-Miss Buckland!

< Earth, water, fire and air,

< gather close and hear my prayer.

Earth, water, fire, air,

gather close and hear my prayer.

Blessed light, shine from your core, bring health and peace forever more.

-What are you doing?

-You cannot be here.

-I don't want to be here.

-As we both know, I want to be in the house.

-Not happening.

-You cancelled your father's carers?

-I can look after him better than strangers can.

-With a full-time job?

-I've taken a sabbatical.

-There is nothing wrong with asking for assistance.

-You're accusing me of neglecting him?

No, no, just...

-Do you know what today's date is?

-What?

-It's slipped my mind.

-Look at your phone.

-Do you know that name of the Leader of the Opposition?

-You can stop that right now.

-Simple questions.

-I know a test when I hear one.

-It's time for you to go.

-No.

No, I'm not going anywhere until I get to see my patient.

-Ten minutes.

-Deal.

After you.

One bite.

-I couldn't.

-You'll feel better.

I'll throw up.

So go on, then. Tell me, what was I like?

The usual.

-Which is?

-Rude.

-You embarrassed Heston.

-What do you mean?

-You tried it on with him.

Oh, no!

And you had to witness it?

It was a first for you, not for me.

Well, I'm sorry if it brought up unpleasant memories.

Going to add it to my CV. Expert in caring for hammered women.

Well, I'm hardly the same as...

Go on.

I just meant that it was an accident.

-I didn't choose to take it.

-Whereas for my mum, it was a lifestyle choice?

-I didn't mean...

-Yes, she was difficult and a mess, but she was my mum.

You're just someone who works in the same building.

I wouldn't even be here if Heston hadn't lumbered me with you!

-Good morning, Professor.

-Ah, Dr Haskey.

-Was that you trying to destroy the doorbell?

-Ah, guilty as charged.

I was having a spot of trouble getting Barbara to hear me.

If I'd known you were coming, I'd have set up the chess board.

Ah, right. So you could blindside me with your Yugoslav Attack again. No, thank you.

-It's been a long time.

-Yeah. I did try and see you before.

-Did Barbara tell you?

-She may have done.

These drugs you've got me on, they're great for the pain,

but not so good for the old mental acuity.

What's with the Cyclops? They're all over your house.

Are they? Something a friend gave her apparently,

just a superstitious thing.

Right, let's see what we've got in here.

Oh, is that absolutely necessary? I'm on my final chapter, after all.

-It's Barbara I'm concerned about.

-Really?

Mm. You must have seen she's lost weight.

I did wonder if she was feeling a little bit...stressed.

Could you have a word?

Tell her to look after herself, rather than running herself

ragged caring for a lost cause.

I'll try. Once I've given you the old once-over.

OK. It might be a bit cold.

What is this, Groundhog Day?

Now, I know the hospital food is not very appetising.

And the tea's like dishwater.

But there is a baker's across the road.

So how do you fancy a breakfast bap?

So...

When did you first start using Viper?

That's your game, is it?

Bribe me with a bap and I'll spill everything?

-Where's your cop mate gone?

-No, this isn't for the police.

But I'm interested.

No sauce?

Brown or red?

So? You see for yourself, he's getting better.

-We've got his pain under control.

-And he's stronger.

Honestly, I didn't see that.

Well, you got what you wanted. So you can go now.

We haven't seen you at the Mill, recently.

You think I'd come to you for medical advice?

Fair enough, but there are other GPs you could see.

You should have spotted it sooner.

Did the oncologist go through the possibilities with you?

She said it was simply a matter of supplying palliative care.

I thought that was it, and then just when I was giving up hope...

ALARM

Medication time?

Just when you were giving up hope when, what?

It was all here. A penny missing and it won't work.

-What won't work?

-This is none of your business. Just go.

Barbara, what won't work?

So when did you start using drugs?

-I was probably high in the womb.

-Was your mum an addict?

Yeah, she smoked weed all the way through pregnancy.

-Said it helped with the morning sickness.

-And your dad?

He taught me how to roll a joint.

Did nobody intercede? Social services, friends, family?

Gran tried.

I used to escape there every weekend.

She didn't have to do anything special. Just feed me.

Hug me. Listen.

Is she still around?

That's a shame.

Oh, well. Crap happens, doesn't it?

SHE COUGHS

I'll get you some water.

85 for the dresser, 115 for the tables,

200...

-Does that help?

-I'll pay you back.

We'll call it a fee for information.

Come on, spit it out. What is going on?

-They're offerings.

-Offerings, to whom or what?

Ah. So that's what was hanging from the tree.

Hang on. How many of these "offerings" have you made?

Enough to keep him here. Make him stronger.

You can't honestly believe that this is helping your father?

Well, he's got more of an appetite.

Appetite is a side effect from the steroids.

No, no. He's calmer. Like his soul is at peace.

Maybe he's made peace with the fact that he's dying?

No. The gifting is working. She promised.

Who's "she"?

My shaman.

-Your what?!

-Sh! They see everything.

Hear everything. See what you've done? The eyes...

They've told her you're here!

DOOR CLOSES

Oh, I did not know we were expecting company.

Oh, good morning. I'm Dr Haskey.

Zephany...Greenwood.

-I've never met a witch before.

-I'm sorry.

I tried, but he wouldn't go.

-You need all the support you can get.

-Mmm.

Oh! What's in the flask?

Eye of toad soup?

Just a rejuvenating drink for Rex.

Camomile, raspberry leaf, ginger.

It is good for inner healing and enlightenment.

-Try some.

-I think I'll give it a miss.

So, I've always wanted to know,

what exactly does a shaman do? Please. Enlighten me.

I call upon benevolent spirits to restore the physical body

to balance and wholeness.

Fascinating. And what's the deal with all the eyes?

Charms, to keep away bad influences.

Charms.

There was me thinking they were some kind of supernatural security system?

HE LAUGHS

Why don't you take this to your father?

It works better when it is hot.

Any better?

Not much.

I suppose you did warn me about the flashbacks.

-They'll fade in time.

-What if they don't?

Well, it's not like you actually smoked the stuff.

I just don't understand why anyone would do this to themselves.

So they can feel nothing.

Shut out the world and every emotion.

You must remember that?

How many times have we sat here,

nursing a hangover after a night of popcorn and movies?

Then we'd have a big fry up and feel almost human again.

But this...

This drug, feels like there's no high,

but just one, long miserable low.

Well, you're over the worst of it.

Thanks, Ayesha.

We've both undergone years of training.

Excuse me, I went to medical school. Where did you go, Hogwarts?!

We are both dedicated to helping others.

I can measure to see how a patient of mine's doing.

Their haemoglobin level goes up, blood sugar level goes down.

How can you tell? Does your crystal ball tell you?

Not everything needs empirical proof.

Science kind of does!

But according to your experts,

Rex should have been dead six months ago.

Yet, here he is. He's living, he's breathing,

he's spending time with his daughter.

What exactly are you supposed to have done for him?

I used my gifts to combat the evil spirits that have taken over his body.

Cancerous cells are killing him, not demons.

That's not what Barbara believes.

Only because you've subjected her to this campaign of mind control,

your "evil eyes" have subjugated her to your will,

even when you're not here!

-You probably have other patients that need your attention.

-What?

If you think I am leaving a vulnerable woman like that

alone with a lunatic like you...

Well, you've got another think coming.

-Hungry?

-Do you know what? I'm starving now.

-I'll have a look what you've got.

-Ayesha, you don't have to.

I can't go home, until I know you've eaten something.

-Plenty of eggs, milk... Omelette?

-No.

Er... Sandwich?

Peanut butter and jelly? Always sets me up for the day.

Yeah, I remember.

I didn't think you liked it?

I don't.

Then why?

I thought you might come back.

That night...

What happened was nobody's fault.

My mum died alone. How can that not be someone's fault?

Ayesha, I don't know how many more times I can tell you,

but I did my best.

I know.

-You don't really believe this.

-Her spirit guide sent her to me.

-And how did she do that?

-We met at St Phil's.

-Dad was having his chemo.

-St Phil's... What?!

The veil between this world and the spirit realm is thin where lives hang in the balance.

-You hang around hospitals, circling like a vulture looking for your next victim?

-No.

-I go where souls are in pain.

-Yeah, and rob them of all their money.

The offerings aren't for her. They're to appease the spirits.

And how much exactly have you paid to "appease the spirits"?

-I haven't kept count.

-She's sold all her furniture.

He's my dad. I'd spend every last penny to save his life.

If I thought for one moment that magic would help your dad,

I would swap my stethoscope for a wand.

But I'm sorry, I don't see any change in his condition.

Well... If he hasn't improved, then it's my fault.

What? Because you performed one of the rituals incorrectly?!

There we go, blame the victim.

That is a classic scammer cop-out!

If... If you made a mistake, would your patients not suffer?

I've got a deal for you. How about this? You show me your magic, and then I'll go.

The Marsbeck Clinic. Residential rehabilitation.

-Not interested.

-Their success rate is very high.

Yeah. With people who want to get clean. All I want is my next fix.

-Yes. But if you had help...

-You want to help me? Get me out of here. Huh?

Come on. Get my jacket.

Hmm?

Want me to skin you up?

What?

How can you understand it, if you haven't tried it?

Huh?

Keep it. It's not like I haven't got more stashed.

Where do you get this stuff? Who's your source?

Time to go now, Doctor.

Last week, a seven-year-old boy was admitted for ingesting this stuff.

He's on the children's ward now.

We have no idea what the psychological damage would be.

Now, if you could help prevent something like that...

I can't even help myself.

His name's Rick. He's a user. But he sells some on the side.

I don't know his surname, but he hangs around with a girl, Soph.

-Where would I find him?

-They hang around the rec.

Thank you.

Well, you've got what you came for. So you can go now.

Hmm?

Well, go on, then!

I'm going to find us some decent tea.

Spirits of sinew,

blood and vein...

..accept this gift.

Make him whole again.

Send energies from far and near,

to heal the one who we hold dear.

BOTH: This is my will.

Right...

And what happens now?

Cut the ribbon.

You want me to do it?

Sure.

Cutting the ribbon.

The spirits accepted the offering. What more proof do you need?

We do not need closed minds here.

I'd say, what we just saw was less Albus Dumbledore

and more the Artful Dodger.

-Ooh, what's this?

-Zephany?

He's in league with the forces plaguing your father.

Which of us has done more for your father?

-Well...

-Who is bringing negativity to your door?

-Everything was working, until you turned up.

-All this time communing with spirits,

-wouldn't that have been time you could have spent with your father?

-Get out. Now! Go!

So the magic works, does it?

OK.

-What are you doing?

-Come on, you phantasms!

Is there anybody there?

-Stop it!

-I call upon spirits within earshot, to strike me down.

-Only a fool plays with forces he does not understand.

-Come on, have a go at me!

Just show us, one sign, just one sign that you're there,

and I will sell you my soul.

One sign... One sign that you are there and I will sell my soul.

How about that? Are there any takers for one soul?

Nothing.

I'd say that's science one, spirits nil.

BUMP UPSTAIRS

-OK.

-Daddy!

-Hey, you OK?

No, don't move. Does it hurt anywhere?

When I'm drugged to the gills on morphine?

Let's get you back into bed.

There you go.

So, what happened?

Well, I heard a commotion downstairs.

I leant over to hear what was going on and... Wham!

Right, so you weren't kicked out of bed by a demonic boot, then?

Don't be preposterous.

What am I missing?

Barbara?

Dr Haskey?

Barbara's got herself into a spot of trouble, haven't you?

She's been the victim of a charlatan,

who's been promising to heal you with spiritual intervention,

whatever that is.

Is that true?

How bad is it?

My savings are gone. I've taken out loans.

-Sold furniture...

-But why?

To buy extra time with you.

-And it's worked.

-No.

-Yes, your appetite's improved.

I've only been eating more,

-so I could spend a bit more time with you.

-No.

You're getting better.

HE SIGHS

Darling...I'm dying.

Neither medicine nor magic can change that.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Zephany.

Surely you're not leaving without saying goodbye?

My guide has alerted me to another troubled soul that needs me.

I trusted you.

Tomorrow, we will repair all the harmony that has been disrupted.

-Barbara?

-Dr Haskey, would you call the police, please?

You do not want to do this.

-Let me pass.

-Or what? My father's dying.

What could you do that could be worse than that?

-I just wanted her to be a normal mum.

-Of course you did.

I pushed her too hard.

She wasn't ready to see Sierra again.

And getting her all fired up about the protests...

It was all my fault.

Listen to me.

Bren's heart was weakened by years of drug and alcohol abuse.

She could have had a cardiac arrest at any time.

None of this is your fault.

I've talked to my colleague. They've got a place, if you want it.

-Why are you doing this?

-I don't want you to be on your own.

I can't breathe.

OK. OK. Louise, just go back...

I'm scared.

OK, help's on its way. OK. All right, Louise.

Stay with me.

OK, just stay. She's in VF.

LONG CONTINUOUS BEEP

HIGH PITCHED BUZZ

Urgh!

# Oh, can't anybody see?

# We've got a war to fight

# Never found our way

# Regardless of what they say

# How can it feel

# This wrong?

# From this moment

# How can it feel

# This wrong? #

-When you've got to go...

-That was a great night.

-This whole romantic thing.

-Flowers, then? Chocolates?

-Something needs to be done.

-You're right.

But why does it have to be you?

Don't tell your mum about this.

-Oh... Did he ask you to do this?

-Course not.

-Why doesn't it look Chinese?

-Because it's not cut with tobacco.