Boundaries Doctors

BANGING

BANGING

Stupid thing!

DOOR OPENS AND SHE GASPS

Mum?

What are you doing here?

You called us.

Oh, yes...

You said your boiler was broken.

You should have said it was you.

Who did you think it was?

I don't know.

Are you all right?

Hi, Rob.

Hello, Sid. What are you doing here?

I've just come from a shout.

Some drunk back-ended a woman and then she thought she had

a heart attack. I'm pretty sure it was just a panic attack.

No, what you doing here?

The driver sort of attacked me. Or tried to.

Anyway, they asked me to give a statement.

Sounds like you've had quite a morning.

It was a bit boring, really.

This isn't really what I signed up for.

You stick around for a couple of months and you won't mind "boring".

Who pays for all this?

Charities, public donations...

Not the Health Service?

No. It's like the air ambulance.

Oh, is it? Well, it saves lives.

I pulled a guy out of a burning car last week.

If it hadn't been for the CRRU...

You pulled a man from a burning car?

It was a small fire.

Wow. Rob Hollins dives into a raging inferno...

Actually, between me and you, it was a bit reckless.

-I nearly jeopardised everything.

-But if you hadn't...

So never forget - an emergency is a team effort.

No one person is a superhero.

Except you. Die Hard Hollins.

What were you going to do with that?

Where's your dad?

Getting fags.

Why didn't you call a boiler man?

I haven't got any money.

Why?

They sanctioned my disability.

Because I won't see some stupid shrink.

Of course you won't.

It's just a trick to get me out of the house.

Or it might actually help.

I'm fine.

No, you're not.

Aunt Carol came round yesterday.

She and Dad were talking about you again.

What did she say?

Nothing.

Your big secret's still safe.

She had no right to talk...

Just once, you might actually tell me about it,

instead of always closing me down...

There's nothing to tell.

Liar.

It would only make things worse if I told you, love.

How much worse can it get?

You haven't been outside in three years.

You don't understand.

You're agoraphobic, mother. It can be treated.

If you face up to it.

CLATTERING

It's just Dad!

Oh, and he's not happy about you calling him again.

No two mental health problems are ever the same.

Sometimes you get problems so entrenched you think you're

-never going to scratch the surface.

-Been there.

And sometimes you get problems that are more recent

and the patient seems to be functioning fine.

Hey, Al. Takeaway.

Meeting this afternoon.

Ah... An assignation with the Head Shrinker.

What you eating for lunch, razor blades?

-What?

-Rather you than me.

Just ignore him.

You were saying... No two problems are the same?

No.

And sometimes the entrenched ones end up being easy and the

simple ones end up being impossible. It's never straightforward.

Nothing in medicine ever is.

Why do you always call me when you have a problem?

-We're separated, remember?

-Can you fix it?

No. I don't know the first thing about boilers.

Then we need to call someone.

-You're paying, are you?

-No money.

-PHONE BEEPS

-You would have if you had a job.

Don't start on her, Dad.

Who did this?

My neighbour.

He said he could rig the gas to bypass the meter.

If the gas company finds out, you'll get evicted.

I can't leave here, Albie.

This is the only place I feel safe.

You're not safe here. You're a prisoner.

If you don't want to help me...

I do. Everyone does.

But you just won't let us.

If you really wanted to help, you wouldn't have walked out on me.

I begged you to see someone.

-But you were dragging us all down.

-So I'm just supposed to forget?

It was ten years ago.

Bad things happen.

You have to get over it.

-Get over what?

-Nothing.

-How stupid do the two of you think I am?

-Just drop it.

I'm 18. I have a right to know what happened.

It's not important.

It ruined our lives!

I'm not leaving here until you tell me.

I saw this foster kid recently.

History of solvent abuse, trouble with the police,

very disturbed... But he didn't want to talk about it.

People often don't. They're afraid of what they'll uncover.

-I got him to open up in the end.

-How?

There was something about his story that was familiar.

In what way?

I... I knew what he was going through. I'd been there myself.

How long had you been a solvent abuser?

What?

You said you'd been there...

I meant the trauma he suffered that triggered his abuse.

I'd been through something similar with my dad.

And how closely related are the patient's problems to your own?

A lot.

Then we can't use it as a case study.

There's a risk the mentoring could turn into counselling.

And we need to maintain boundaries.

Boundaries are critical.

OK, another case study.

Let's see...

For years I thought it was my fault.

It was nothing to do with you.

I thought if I could make up for it, then Mum would get better.

You can't make her get better, Lottie. No-one can.

-That's helpful.

-It's true. Look at her.

She won't get a job, she won't go outside...

-She needs someone to help her.

-You think I haven't tried?

Have you? Really?

Yes! For years. But this is what she wants.

To be stuck inside, shutting the world out.

She won't even open the windows...

I do.

What's that smell?

-She won't even put on the lights.

-Dad!

EXPLOSION

All the patients you've seen and you can't think of a single case study?

Give me a minute.

There must be someone.

Apart from the Mirror Touch Syndrome woman...

Too straightforward.

Right...

Is it me? Am I putting you off?

No, not at all.

It doesn't have to be a patient.

It could be someone from uni, an old school friend,

someone from the pub, even.

The pub...

OK, yeah, actually, there might be someone...

CREAKING

SIREN APPROACHES

Oh! Oh!

HE COUGHS

I can't move.

What happened?

Must have been the gas.

-My gas?

-Yes. Obviously.

Get this off me.

Oh!

I can't move it.

I can't feel my legs.

Oh!

Where's Lottie?

Lottie? Oh!

What is it?

LOTTIE WHIMPERS

Is she OK?

What happened?

Molly, get help.

What?

Go out and get help.

-Go out?

-Yes.

I can't.

Molly! Lottie's hurt.

Please...

What's going on?

Gas explosion. Probably a faulty boiler.

A secondary blast wiped out what fire there was.

-Can we go in?

-It's not safe yet.

My team is securing the house, making sure there are no more leaks.

Is anyone in there?

One of the neighbours says there will be a woman in there.

She's agoraphobic. Never goes out.

We need to get to her.

When we know it's safe. There could be structural damage.

Help! Up here.

I know her.

-My daughter's hurt.

-She's a patient.

All those people...

What are you doing?

So many men...

Snap out of it.

-No. Not again.

-Molly.

-Please. Don't.

Is anybody hurt there?

SHE SCREAMS

-It's all right. He's here to help.

-Everyone OK?

-I think so.

Something hit me.

Stay right there. I've got to check the gas. I'll be right back.

Oi!

Molly! Go and get him back.

Molly!? Molly!

CEILING CRACKS

What was that?

Thanks, Karen.

PHONE RINGS

-Answer it.

-It's not safe here.

Answer the phone.

-Hello?

-Mrs Nilsen?

-Who is this?

It's Doctor Vere.

-From the Mill Health Centre. I'm outside.

-Who is it?

It's my doctor.

Listen, I'm going to help,

but I need you to tell me exactly what happened.

-Tell him to get help.

-Who's that?

It's my husband. He's hurt his back.

OK, don't move him.

And there's something wrong with my daughter.

Can you describe her condition for me?

It's her stomach, I think. She's in a lot of pain.

It's not safe! Get off the phone!

CREAKING

I'll try and find out. Can we go in yet?

No. Apparently the gas has been tampered with.

-There are seriously injured people in there.

-We're dealing with it.

I've got a possible spinal injury and a woman with internal injuries.

-How do you know that?

-I've just spoken to them.

You spoke to someone in there?

A mobile phone can create enough spark to ignite any remaining gas.

That's the reason my team aren't using radios.

Sorry. So what do we do now?

-Wait. And don't use the phone. Watch him.

-Yeah.

OK.

If I wasn't so useless, none of this would have happened.

You need to go and get help.

Where are the firefighters?

In the kitchen? Somewhere. Just get them.

We should have told Lottie.

Molly.

Years ago...

Please!

I still see them, you know.

Every time I close my eyes... every night...

What if it happens again?

It isn't going to happen again.

You don't know what it was like.

I don't care!

How can you say that?

Because I'm sick of it.

I was raped, Albie.

Raped?

Is that what happened?

-Oh!

-Lottie!

I can't see, Mum. Everything's blurred.

They said not to use the phone.

I don't care.

PHONE RINGS Molly?

She says she can't see.

-Who?

-Sid!

Lottie, my daughter. She was nearly sick.

-Is that her?

-And she keeps passing out.

-Get off the damn phone!

Keep her talking and...

-One more stunt like that and you're out of here.

-She rang me.

If she rings, don't answer.

It sounds really bad.

It is, we've got gas leaks, dodgy wiring,

structural damage... But it's under control.

Is it?

Who was it?

The man who raped you.

They were never caught.

They?

There were two of them.

You need to get her out of here.

Ahh... I can't. My arm.

Oi! In here!

FIREFIGHTER: Nearly there! We'll be with you in a sec.

Go and get them!

I can't.

Just do it.

It's not easy for her.

You think it's easy for me?

You think it's ever been easy for me?

She was raped, Dad.

Do you know what that's like for a woman?

Yes.

I was there.

What?

And I couldn't do anything.

Why?

Because they beat me.

So bad I couldn't move.

All I could do was watch.

We've got the all-clear.

Everybody in.

We've cleared the gas, but we need to get everybody out ASAP.

-Help my daughter.

-No time to clear his neck.

Get him onto a board.

One, two, three.

I need you to tell me exactly where it hurts.

SHE VOMITS

On my word, one, two, three.

I need another board.

Is the ceiling going to go?

We need to get everyone out, now!

Put her on the chair.

-Come on, love. Get her on this chair.

-No.

That's it. Well done.

Three, two, one.

Don't touch me.

-No! I'm not going without her.

-We can't leave you here.

Listen, you may have a ruptured spleen.

If we don't get you to hospital, it could kill you.

I'll get your mum out. I promise.

Rob, would you take the chair?

I understand why you're frightened, Molly. And I'm going to help.

We haven't got time for this.

I'm just going to put this coat over you.

I can't go out there. All those men...

No-one's going to hurt you.

Doctor!

I'm going to be with you. I won't let go, all right?

Let's go.

Yeah, he's tried all kinds of medication but the headaches

-keep coming back.

-Any idea why?

No.

The interesting thing is the headaches only really started

after the sudden death of his father.

Coincidence?

Probably not. How did he feel about his father's death?

He only really spoke about it once.

Then he clammed up.

Would he consider talking therapies?

Oh, no. He'd rather chew razor blades.

Erm, has he got a good network of friends?

Small, but...

Can he talk to them?

Well, I think he's a bit allergic to the whole idea of emotions.

A lot of men are like that.

They think not talking about it will make it go away.

That's him.

Does he drink?

Like a fish.

Does he use it to avoid facing his feelings?

Yup. Question is - how do I make that clear to him?

You can't.

The whole point of talking therapies

is to get him to figure it out himself.

Doctor. You did a good job.

Sid, did you hear the ceiling crack?

Yes. A bit of it nearly hit me.

-When did you hear it?

-When we went in.

When you first went in? Why didn't you say something?

-The girl had a ruptured spleen, Rob.

-Don't let go!

Sorry. I've got you.

Later. OK?

Oh, I've been meaning to ask, can anyone contribute to your library?

What do you mean?

Will Mrs Tembe be offended

if I add some books on talking therapies?

I'm sure she'd be thrilled.

A few layman's guides might encourage people.

-If they read them.

-A bit of marketing.

Um...

There is one thing that's always bothered me about talking therapies.

And that is...?

Do you ever feel that you're setting yourself up as

this perfect specimen?

Someone who has all the answers?

I have.

-What?

-I'm joking.

You'd be surprised how messed up some therapists can be.

Not really.

But I am nearly perfect.

How are you feeling?

Bit groggy.

The surgery went well.

Surgery?

They saved your spleen. You're a very lucky girl.

What about you?

Sprained my neck. They say it's not too bad.

-Could've fooled me.

-Where's Mum?

With the doctor.

She's here? In the hospital?

She won't leave him alone. He's obviously got something I haven't.

How is she?

Surprisingly calm.

Maybe she needed someone like him all along.

You still love her, don't you?

I never stopped.

Is that why you left her? Because of what happened?

I couldn't help her when she needed me most, Lottie.

-You don't know what that feels like.

-It wasn't your fault.

Wasn't it?

If we'd gone home a different way that night...

If I'd seen them...

Why didn't you ever talk about it?

I couldn't.

You're as bad as she is.

We were so happy that night.

We'd decided to try for another baby.

You wanted a baby brother.

Is that why you never had any more kids?

-Al.

-What?

I was out of order the other day.

You mean when you tried to use me as your case study?

-I was way too personal.

-It was.

-You were right.

It was an unacceptable abuse of our friendship.

-It was.

-It was patronising, it was arrogant... It was unforgiveable.

All right. Don't overdo it.

I crossed a line. And just want to apologise.

Right. Apology accepted. Just stop grovelling.

You know what, Jimmi.

You used to be there on the friendship scale.

Right now you're there!

There's a lot of making up to do.

So...better start thinking of ways you can do that.

-Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

-I've been so worried.

-Never mind me. Look at you. Outside.

And you're not freaking out.

-I couldn't have done it without him.

-Rubbish. You did this on your own.

And it took a lot of courage to leave home like that.

I'm still scared.

Sure you are, but you've started now. You can't stop.

He's been on at me to see a shrink.

Like everyone else.

For a lot of women, the trauma's as bad as being in a war zone.

-But therapy can help.

-I can't go through it all again.

But that's the point, Molly.

You are still going through it all.

When you left your house with me you felt safe, didn't you?

Safe... That night with your dad,

when we were walking home. That's the last time I ever felt safe.

-Doctor Vere, could I have a quick chat, please?

-Yeah, OK.

We'll be in touch about the gas meter.

I'll be back, OK.

Are they going to do me?

They're going to do your neighbour. Just as well, too.

-The idiot.

-What about me?

I don't know.

But whatever happens...

I'll find you somewhere to live, and if you need money...

-I've got somewhere to live.

-Mum!

-She could live with us.

-What?

-I'll be at uni in September.

-It's not your decision.

She can have my room.

I can't go through all that with her again.

You won't have to. She's agreed to see a therapist.

-I have?

-Yes.

Nothing's ever going to get done in this family

unless I make it happen.

So you'd better get used to it. Both of you.

You said you heard the ceiling crack

when you very first walked into the house.

-Yeah.

-That's when you should have said something.

-We all heard it.

-You should have said something.

It's up to every member of the entire team to constantly

assess the risks.

-I know, but I was...

-No - someone could have died.

All right. Yes.

You're right. It won't happen again.

Sid, I am only giving you good advice.

I should have paid more attention.

That's what it's all about. Being in an emergency team.

You do know you don't need an actual turkey baster?

So, JJ, what about you? You got a job yet?

No, not yet. Got a few irons in the fire, though.

So what's this tentacle?

It's a fallopian tube. Didn't you do sex ed at school?

I was more interested in men's bits.

-Morning.

-Morning.