Come Hither Doctors

REVERSE BEEPING

Eat your heart out, Lewis Hamilton!

I could try and call you if we've got a cancellation, if it's urgent.

-Oh, it is urgent.

-OK, then. You're at the top of the list.

-Thank you.

-I'll maybe see you later then, Mr Leonard.

-Thanks.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Nice tactic.

Oh, are you Megan? I heard you were coming today. Nice to meet you.

-Likewise.

-Dr Sharma. Welcome.

-Thank you. I've been looking forward to starting.

-Good. Good.

Well, let me show you to your office.

I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are a very long way from water.

I could direct you to a pool. SHE CHUCKLES

That is a very bold choice of outfit.

I'm doing the marathon.

-What?

-The Letherbridge Marathon.

That was yesterday.

It takes rather longer in flippers.

Oh, I hope this doesn't sound like a silly question,

but why are you wearing flippers?

I'm doing it for charity. The outfit's personally symbolic.

I'd better get to work.

I'm running a bit late.

Hope the rest goes well.

-Here. For your cause.

-You don't have to.

Thank you.

Knock-knock!

Oh, Megan. You're here.

-Yes.

-I mean, great, you're here to start.

-Coffee?

-Please.

You know, I haven't stopped thinking about you.

-Oh?

-I mean what we talked about with Mrs Tembe.

Young men, their psychological vulnerability.

-Boys don't cry. Or talk.

-Yeah.

It struck a chord.

-With...

-With?

Um, I had some things. Got into some dark places.

And how are those things now?

Er... I'm out the other side.

-I was angry for a while.

-But you came through?

Jimmi, how many doctors does it take to make me a cup of coffee?

Yeah, sorry. I was just chatting.

Dr Sharma, I presume.

Sorry. Megan, this is Dr Haskey. Otherwise known as Al.

So, Dr Sharma, have you come complete with your

-brain-examining equipment?

-Never leave home without it.

That's handy. More portable than a magic wand and a crystal ball.

Thank you.

Cheers.

There you go.

I'd heard he was...interesting.

Yeah. Words are his weapon.

-Or shields.

-Maybe.

You won't change him, though.

My apologies, Mrs Tembe. I will be there as soon as I can.

It's just this machine is taking a little bit more getting used

to than I thought.

Yeah, I will be there ASAP.

Halt!

-Aren't you going to be late for work?

-Day off.

-Just thought I'd make sure you didn't forget anything.

-Like what?

The kitchen sink?

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Just wish I could take this bed with me.

It's the best kip I've had in ages.

I mean, are you all right about going back?

Yeah.

I have always found it marvellous that when in need of assistance,

providence has a way of meeting one's desires.

Sorry, I don't mean to be rude,

but I am running a little bit late for work.

I'm not "running" anywhere. The aged knees have given out.

I just need a lift to the framer's.

-Well, I've borrowed this from a friend.

-It's just 300 yards.

In that direction.

-I could call you a taxi.

-What? To travel 300 yards?!

When we have a steed straining at the bit beneath us!

-So, when are you seeing this doctor then?

-Sergeant Jane Coburn.

Seeing her tomorrow.

And she's definitely got a clue about CFS?

Well, she's at least looking at it. Unlike the rest.

She's booked me into a rehab centre over there for

-a full assessment and physio.

-That's a good start.

Hopefully, it's more than a start.

Yeah.

Oh, I've got your scarf.

-Oh.

-Look, I could still call you a taxi to get you home.

-Oh!

-Yes, whereabouts do you live?

I... I'm not entirely sure.

Well, do you live close by?

Um...

-Do you live with a husband?

-Oh, I don't think so.

Family?

No.

No, I think I'd recall that.

-I suppose I should go through your bag.

-Why would you want to do that?

-To look for ID.

-For what?

-Identification.

Or some sort of address details.

Oh.

Yes.

Let's have a look.

Right.

Oh, um...

-No, you don't appear to have anything.

-I'm lacking in identity!

-Well, I'm sure you have one. It's just...

-I can't remember.

I suppose we should call the police.

-Oh...

-No, no.

Just to find out where you should be going and who you might be.

I'm sure we do not require the police!

They are very good at finding people,

or at least finding out where people should be.

They employ truncheons. And dogs.

Probably only if you've really annoyed them.

Look, I'm certain we can manage perfectly well on our own.

Good Lord!

Dr Carter.

-Oh, Heston, please. And you must be...Megan?

-Yes.

Lovely to meet you. Ruhma's told me so much about you.

-All good, I hope?

-Yes. Yes.

-Um, I was just looking round the place.

I didn't know that you were in today.

Well, I was going to be reading at home, but Shak and Alia have

an inset day and to be honest, it's much quieter here.

We didn't get inset days when I was at school.

No, it was hoped that teachers had trained enough before they

-entered the profession.

-Before this continuing professional development.

It was thought they'd keep that end up themselves.

I just went on a course, on intelligent kindness.

As opposed to unintelligent kindness?

Well, it was about collaboration within a working team.

What about professional courtesy and respect?

Doesn't kindness have a place?

Well, it certainly wouldn't go amiss,

but you'd think it was a constituent part of any effective practice.

And what about psychiatry?

Could that be considered a constituent part?

-I'd like to apologise. I...

-Help.

Sorry?

I am trying to get to work,

but I've met this lady and she seems a bit confused.

In what way?

Well, she can't seem to remember who she is or where she lives.

Have you rung the police?

-She won't let me.

-I do think the police is the best option.

-Could you persuade her?

-I'm running a marathon.

Well, walking.

Quite slowly in flippers.

Well, since you put it like that.

Hello.

I'm...Edward.

You're dressed most peculiarly.

I'm told you can't remember your name.

-Is that a transgression?

-No. No, but the lady here...

-Valerie.

Valerie. Says you also can't remember where you live.

MOUTHS

I think it would be good to call the police.

You need help, which they can provide.

Well, it would not be without protest.

She seems, I think, to agree.

OK. Good.

My name is Valerie Pitman.

I am here with a lady who seems to have lost her memory.

Letherbridge High Street. No, I don't think you'll miss us.

I'm on a mobility scooter and I'm with a gentleman in a wetsuit.

OK.

Right. Sorted.

-As soon as they get here, I'm going to have to leave.

-Oh, no!

We must stand in solidarity. No pasaran!

You're talking as though I'm disregarding psychiatry.

No, it's just that Ruhma said that you may have reservations

-about it being brought in to the practice.

-Oh, did she?

Well, not reservations...

Well, I'm I suppose what you might call old school.

I believe that a general practitioners' practice is for...

-General practice.

-Indeed.

-Well, haven't we gone beyond that?

Haven't we acknowledged the role of the mind in both illness and

-in treatment?

-I'm not denying that.

-Then why keep them separate?

Why make someone wait for a referral when they could see someone here?

Good point, but...

What if, say, there's a cancer patient with depression or

symptoms of stress or physical symptoms that could be

stemming from...mental duress from a domestic situation?

What if they don't want to talk about it?

Then I would hope to help them.

What if their upbringing disinclines them to discuss

their...personal feelings?

Are you talking about someone in particular?

Well, I was depressed once. It was a domestic situation.

Domestic abuse, actually.

-I'm sorry.

-I can't believe I just told you that.

I'm a good listener.

Hoping that that will be a useful thing.

I think it might.

I have no intention of going to the station with you!

It's just somewhere safe for you to stay.

Unhand me! I'm not a criminal!

No, I know you're not. I'm just concerned about you.

-I have no need of your concern.

-Leonora?

-Oh, Nick.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

-You know this lady?

-Yes, her name's Leonora Haversham.

She's from the residential home that I work at.

She sometimes conveniently forgets her identity.

Right. And Leonora, you know this man?

There is a certain familiarity.

-Nick.

-Nick, can you take her home?

-Yeah, of course.

-I have transport.

-No, no. I can't.

-You. You killed my daughter!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Hi.

-Hey! You're back!

Yeah.

I had a great time.

-Hungry?

-Yeah, I am actually. They ran out of stuff on the plane.

-Cheese and pickle all right? I'll make you one.

-Yeah.

-Lovely. How have you been, mate?

-Yeah. Yeah, not so bad.

What's all that?

I'm going back to Germany.

-Oh. And you feel up for that?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, I feel better now, so...

-Yeah.

Did that diary help?

Yeah. Yeah, no, that was a good suggestion.

So thanks.

I know I've had a difficult time lately, but I do like the army.

Enjoy working with the vehicles.

I just needed to know what was wrong with me.

And now I can get on with it.

-I've been thinking the same myself, actually.

-What?

Just getting on. Taking on some new challenges.

Like what?

I don't know. Something to just push myself a bit more.

Oh, it was about time.

Cheers, Ayesh.

Cheers.

Drunk! You were drunk when you got into your car!

Drunk when you hit Claire! Drunk when you killed her!

-OK, sir. Calm down.

-Calm down? After what he's done?!

Nick told me about something hurtful that had happened in his past.

-Hurtful?!

-Why don't we all go our separate ways? Nick, take Leonora.

No!

-We are four. Including the frogman.

-I am not going anywhere with him!

Leonora, please, you need some rest.

Miss Pitman told me that the gentleman is doing his

marathon for a cause. Now, I am willing to donate generously,

but my cheque book is at home.

How about posting it?

Fate has given us an opportunity and I need your assistance.

I cannot do it without you.

Something marvellous is going to happen.

I... I donate personally,

so that can only happen if you accompany me home.

It does sound like she really wants to help.

I don't think it sounds like a good idea.

-I've got to go.

-You have to increase the amount for your charity.

And you can only do that by coming home with me.

-Leonora used to be a teacher.

-Rachel was also a teacher.

Geography and geology. Mountains a speciality.

This hill, though high, I covet to ascend!

Oh, our years together, we visited many mountains.

All over the world.

The Himalayas were her favourite.

Leonora came here when Rachel passed away.

Died.

She would have no time for polite metaphors.

And what about this tea?

Oh...

Perchance to set the table?

-I really shouldn't be staying.

-Oh, come on now.

After all the effort you've put in, you must need some sustenance.

Crockery is in the cupboard.

Fine china. The occasion demands it.

Let me.

So sorry to hear about your daughter.

-Thank you.

-Such a shame.

And Nick. That seemed a surprise.

-He just doesn't seem the...

-Type?

I don't think there needs to be a type to do what he did.

I just meant he seems nice.

He still did what he did.

Valerie.

I think your encouragement might work better with Nick.

What exactly am I supposed to be encouraging?

The telling of the tale within.

So, have you always worked in residential homes?

I was a solicitor.

-Oh. What happened to make you change?

-I was disbarred.

-Oh, like being struck off?

-Yeah.

Um, I have a criminal conviction.

-Sorry.

-Ah, no need.

-That must have been very upsetting.

-Yeah.

-I lost my job, I lost my house...

-And I lost Claire.

What's a job to that? What's bricks and mortar?

There's nothing else I could do. She ran out and...

I heard that version in court.

I also heard the prosecution.

The stopping distances. How you would have been impaired by alcohol.

I don't know what else to say.

-You must tell the truth.

-I have. In court. That was the truth.

The way you told it to me, dear, Nick.

I'll get Edward back.

Do you think you can?

Well, I can try.

Edward.

I'm not staying.

Look, Leonora really wants you to.

But with him?

Claire was 21.

I cannot begin to imagine what you must feel.

-But honestly, I do think Nick is sorry.

-For himself, maybe.

Maybe.

But also for what happened.

-Sorry won't bring her back.

-I know.

But I do understand Leonora's thinking.

-This could be such a great chance.

-Chance for what?

For you to talk to each other about what happened.

And what if I've got nothing to say?

My mother always used to say - if you are talking,

you're not listening.

I used to think, that's silly - surely you can do both.

But now I think I know what she meant.

I should have seen that things weren't right.

They hadn't been for years.

I was working all hours.

I was desperate to be made a partner.

And then when I finally got there, I worked even crazier hours.

Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised when Tanya left.

But I was surprised when she told me there was someone else.

The knife in the heart.

Knife... Sword.

Went all the way through.

I had a drink.

There was white wine in the fridge.

All I ever drank was the odd glass of white wine.

I drank the bottle.

And then I went to the pub and on my way back from the pub,

I stopped at the off licence and it was whisky.

I thought that I would be OK to drive the next morning.

I was tired. I had a bit of a headache, so I took some pills.

But I wasn't used to a hangover.

Anyway.

The traffic wasn't too bad.

But I had an early meeting.

So I got onto the bypass.

I really didn't see her.

My eyes were on the road.

And she just suddenly stepped out.

I hit the brakes.

But even if I'd been 60...70 yards further back,

I still couldn't have stopped.

I'm so sorry.

I tried.

I really tried.

I know.

I know there's nothing you could have done.

-Thanks for the lift.

-I couldn't let you pay 30 quid for a taxi.

-Mind you, technically, it's my car, so...

-You gave it to me.

I'd give you more if I could.

Shame Debs couldn't get out of work.

She texted me. Really busy.

She's not a shirker like me.

You are not a shirker.

Just remember, getting better's going to take time, you know?

I don't want you getting disappointed and giving up.

I won't.

The army's not going to wave a magic wand and make the CFS go away.

I just want you to be realistic.

-Well, you should...

-Yeah.

I'll call.

You'd better.

Claire had suffered from depression before. While at school.

It was during the second year at

university when she was first hospitalised.

And then again in her third.

I thought I could look after her.

Get her through, but...

I heard the door shut that morning.

She always went for a walk.

And I was at work when the police came.

The coroner said it required some intent. Descending the embankment.

Stepping over the barrier.

But he couldn't be sure there

was motivation for...suicide.

So he recorded accidental death.

And was it an accident?

No.

I wanted someone to blame.

I had been drinking.

Yes, but you didn't make her step over the barrier.

You didn't make her walk into the road.

I wanted you to suffer.

And that was wrong.

I do hope you're going to finish your marathon.

Only a couple of miles to go.

As promised. A further incentive.

£12,000?!

-You can't possibly...!

-It is my wish. Our wish.

You don't even know what the cause is.

Well, I guess it's something to do with what happened.

Mental health unit at St Phil's. They helped Claire a lot.

They always said having depression was like swimming through

a fog, hence the um...

Went through some dark days.

I would suggest that you also need someone to help you through

your dark days.

"I perceive the way of life is here...

"Come, pluck up heart, let's neither faint nor fear!"

-Well, I should be going too.

-Thank you.

-Oh, it was only a lift.

-For being part of my plan.

-It was a very good plan!

Oh, I did it for Rachel.

She wouldn't have let the opportunity slip.

She was always more interested in what brings people together,

rather than sets them apart.

-You must miss her.

-Mm.

Every day is a way forward on the journey towards her.

Safe travels, Valerie.

Bye.

# Who would true valour see, let him come hither

# One here will constant be, come wind or weather... #

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Busy.

With Ultra City 4?

How were parts one, two and three?

It's the name of the city. It's not a sequel.

I just wanted to say I was very impressed with your app.

Which one?

The diagnostic app.

-Yeah?

-Actually, I was very impressed you gave it away.

-That could have made you extremely wealthy.

-Yeah.

Well, you know, that was just one...

Of course.

What?

This. This is your attempt at playing me.

-Playing you?

-Yeah. Nice try, Sigmund Freud.

The psychology 101 is not going to do it with with me, OK?

Massage my philanthropy.

Sorry, you'll have to try a little bit harder than that.

Oh, Valerie.

Edward. Oh, strange seeing you out of your wetsuit!

Oh, my knees were so swollen, they had to cut me out of it.

-These are for you.

-Oh!

Thank you!

They're beautiful.

But for your misfortune, having to use the scooter...

First and last time.

It's just much easier to get around on crutches.

Well, if it wasn't for that,

I never would have found out what happened to Nick.

In prison and after.

No man is an island. Unless he makes himself one.

Oh!

Leonora's written on the back.

"From your sundry company."

I do hope you didn't get into trouble for being late.

No trouble at all.

Ah, you've done your homework. Have you got a dossier on everybody?

Ready for your psychological probe!

So I can't just be interested in my new colleagues?

Well, there's interest and there's, oh, hm, interest!

Like there's conjecture and then ludicrous conjecture.

HE LAUGHS

All right, fine. Yeah, I'll bite.

Come on then.

Psychologically, what am I?

My analysis is that you have significant intellectual

attainment, but you're also very rude.

And abrupt.

In my experience, this combination is most likely

a cover for something more emotional hidden underneath.

Ballpark?

KNOCKS ON DOOR Leah! Open up!

Better let him in, eh?

'I kind of know the dad. He had a pretty serious drug problem.'

-This is a mess and it's down to you!

-I'm sorry, OK?

I don't know what the situation is now, but something's not right.

-Oh, check you out!

-I mean, it's not like I'm really unfit or anything.

I'm just losing a few pounds.

I mean, that can't be that big a challenge, can it?