The Girl in the Headscarf Doctors

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE: # The dog days are over

# The dog days are done

# The horses are coming

# So you better run

# Run fast for your mother Run fast for your father

# Run for your children For your sisters and brothers

# Leave all your love and your longing behind you

# Can't carry it with you if you want to survive... #

Are we doing this or what?

-Just give it five more minutes...

-She's bottled it. Come on.

Right, come on, guys.

# The dog days are over

# The dog days are done

# Can't you hear the horses

# Cos here they come... #

Hey.

Meant to say, nice cardie.

-Oh. Cuppa?

-Oh, no, I've had one already.

Excuse me.

De-dee-dee-de... Starving!

Oh!

Oh, no, you've not had a spillage, have you? Hate that.

Mind you, you can sometimes have a pleasant surprise.

I once had a fromage frais burst all over my rice crackers.

It was like I'd invented a new low-fat cheesecake.

No, I've got Shak's lunchbox. He's going to be so disappointed.

I'd made his special combo cheese sandwich.

Oh! Isn't he a bit old to have his mum make his lunch?

Have you seen the prices of some of these sandwich shops?

I don't want him to waste his money.

I sort of don't mind, really - I quite like it.

He's been studying really hard at the moment as well.

Unlike the toerags who were throwing fireworks

outside our house last night.

They scarpered as soon as I opened the front door, of course.

Shook Zara up a little bit, though.

Will she be attending the finance meeting today?

Should I e-mail her an agenda?

No, she'll be working from home today. I'll fill her in afterwards.

I hope you don't mind me coming in.

Don't be daft. It's good to see you.

But you didn't have to go injuring yourself

just so we can have a catch-up, though.

Injury's a bit extreme. It's just a graze.

A pretty nasty one.

What time do you have to be in work?

Earth to Ziba...

Sorry. Did you say something?

I was asking what time you had to be in work.

I've got the day off in lieu.

You know, I think you made the right decision

when you swapped nursing with project management.

I don't remember the last time I had a Friday off.

-Oh!

-You OK?

It's nothing.

I hurt my wrist a while back - it's just been giving me a bit of pain.

You should get one of the doctors to take a look.

I don't want to waste anyone's time.

You're not. I'll see who's available.

When was the original injury?

Whoa. That is one heck of a medical history.

Is something going on?

I came because you're a nurse and I don't want an infected wound.

Ziba.

You would tell me, wouldn't you, if someone - anyone - was hurting you?

Come on, Ayesha. You really think I'd let someone hurt me?

-Well, something's going on. All these injuries...

-OK.

If you really want to know, I'll show you.

-When do you break for lunch?

-Two o'clock.

Why?

Meet me here.

DOOR UNLOCKS

Only me. Forgot my report for the meeting.

-Ah. I didn't actually expect to find you working.

-Very funny!

Not worrying about last night still, are you?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Expecting someone?

Actually...

What are you looking at?

I'm looking for a friend. She told me to meet her here,

but I think she's given me the wrong address.

-Her name's Ziba. Do you know her?

-Yeah, we know her.

Unfortunately. If you're a friend,

you should give her some friendly advice -

tell her to stick to what she's good at.

-She was meant to be here ages ago...

-Ayesha! You made it.

Hey.

Hey! Sorry I'm late.

I didn't think you were coming...

Work stuff - couldn't get away.

-This is my friend Ayesha.

-Hey.

I hope you don't mind me bringing her along.

No, no, no. But if you've got other stuff on... There's no pressure...

Pressure for what, exactly?

Have you not told her?

I thought we could do one better, let her see for herself...

You think that's a good idea?

Why wouldn't it be?

Is someone going to tell me what's going on?

-Normal milk or almond?

-Normal's fine, thanks.

I think we've got some biscuits somewhere...

I'm fine, really.

So, how can we help you?

Zara called me about a disturbance last night.

I thought we should let Tom... DI Stanton know.

Well, it wasn't so much of a disturbance

as a few kids throwing some fireworks.

And as soon as I went out and shouted at them, they scarpered.

When you say kids, how old would you say they were, roughly?

Erm, probably mid-teens.

I didn't really get a good look at them, so.

How about you, Zara? Could you give a description?

Do you think this could be connected to my making

the identification yesterday?

Well, we did make an arrest

but there's no reason to think there's any connection.

Most likely Daniel's right - I'm sure you weren't the only

couple who were bothered by kids playing with fireworks last night.

-I'm sorry. I've wasted your time. No, no, no.

-Not at all.

-I'm glad you called.

-Like I said always trust your instinct.

And at least now we've logged the incident.

Right. I'd better get back to work. So, I can see you out...

Actually, there's a few things I need to go over with Zara...

All right. Well. Good to meet you. DI Stanton.

Bye, darling.

# The dog days are over

# The dog days are done

# The horses... #

-What is he doing?

-Shh, just watch.

# Run fast for your mother Run fast for your father.. #

-That is incredible.

-Isn't it?

It's actually pretty basic.

He's a free-runner.

-An amazing one. He's teaching me.

-Trying to.

-You can do that?

-No, she really can't.

Not yet, but I'm working on it.

You wouldn't catch me trying to do like that. Not without a crash mat!

Or a few vodkas. Although, having said that,

maybe you shouldn't with your...

I never had you down as a mother hen.

Right, who's up next? Callie?

Listen to your friend.

Leave this one to the big girls.

I'll go for it.

Are you sure? Like, I can find a simple jump if...

No. I can do this.

So are you going to tell me what all this is about?

I do have things to be getting on with, you know.

I appreciate that, but we're now at the stage where

I need to be presenting the strongest possible case to the CPS.

-And?

-A large part of that rests on your credibility as a witness.

-My credibility?

-Your outfit on the night in question...

Well, I really don't see what that has got to do with anything...

You might not, but the defence will.

They're going to be throwing everything they can to discredit you.

So, I'll ask you the question again - why exactly were you

dressed like that?

Because I am a grown-up, and I was on a date with my partner,

and consenting adults can dress however the hell they like.

And the swingers' website?

Is that something else that consenting adults can enjoy

"however the hell they like"?

That website was destroyed,

-how did you...

-We found it during our research.

It's easier than you might think if you know how to look.

And the defence will?

So, are you and Dr Granger active swingers?

No, that image was used completely out of context

and without our permission.

But the al fresco sex reported in the press last year, I mean,

-there's no denying that was you.

-Why bring that up?

Are you getting some kind of kick out of this?

I wouldn't be doing my job if I wasn't asking these questions.

It is not your job to interrogate my sex life.

I was there that night as a witness and as a doctor.

-I am not the one on trial.

-OK. Well.

-That's all I needed to know.

-Well, can I show you out?

In fact, there was one more thing.

Oh, please, what is this?

Columbo?

You sure about this?

-Of course.

-I mean, it's OK to work within our own limits.

What limits?

Ziba, come on, you did enough nursing to know that

training on an injury is never a good idea.

-You've got another injury?

-Now, there's a surprise.

You don't think I can do this, do you?

-None of you do.

-It's not about what we think...

It's about you being a liability.

Gabe practically talks you through each move step by step

-and you still don't listen.

-Maybe just like if you focused...

-I do listen.

-Well, you're obviously not hearing us, then.

Maybe if you took off that stupid headscarf.

-That'd be a start...

-Oi!

-Ayesha, leave it.

No! What is your problem?

Is it because she doesn't look like you, is that it?

I couldn't care less what she looks like.

It's just she doesn't seem to hear anything half the time

and that's dangerous.

Gabe's been trying to tell her for weeks,

he's just too soft to come out and say it.

-Is that true?

-I just don't want you hurting yourself...

I don't believe this.

-Ziba, wait.

-Ayesha, just back off.

How dare you! That has nothing whatsoever to do with my standing as a witness!

Unfortunately, I don't think that's how the defence will see it.

I think they'll find the fact that your father is a convicted felon

extremely relevant.

You make him sound like a menace to society.

And is he? Manslaughter is a very serious charge.

He was exonerated! All charges overturned. He is a decent person.

As am I. I did the decent thing that night.

And I am not going to have my family dragged through the mud

because of it.

Good, very good. I think we're done.

Done with what exactly?

Look, I understand how difficult that was for you.

But you held your ground. You should be proud of yourself.

You have got the makings of a brilliant witness.

All I want is for that family to get justice.

Yeah, you and me both.

My only feedback would be to sound a little less strident.

Juries don't like it, especially from women.

Oh, don't they? Well, if they are expecting a meek, cowed little...

No-one said cowed.

Level-headed. Professional.

-Well, that I can do.

-I know.

Look, Zara, I'm on your side.

I've seen many court cases in my time

so I know how hard it can be on the witnesses,

which is why I just want you to be prepared.

And if you have any more experiences like the other night,

just call me, OK? Day or night.

I will. Thank you.

I was only saying it for her own good.

If you're any kind of mate, you'd want her to quit as well.

Why would I want my friend to give up something she loves?

When she first showed up it was a fractured ankle.

-The next an elbow.

-But everybody must get injured

-every now and again.

-It's not just a now and again with her though.

Gabe has been so patient but it's like she's away with the fairies.

Like, seriously. Nothing he tells her goes in.

Sometimes, she just has to look at a brick wall and a bone will snap.

She's not safe.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Look, about what Carly said...

Is it true? Do you want me to stop coming?

It isn't that. This morning, when you didn't show up, I was gutted.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-So, you think I can do this?

It's not just about that...

-I worry about you...

-I'm prepared to work at it.

-You can coach me, one on one.

-I don't know, Ziba.

Please. We could go for that wall-flip again.

I'm no good with an audience.

But I can do it now. Just me and you.

OK.

I'll tell you what, we'll start small

and we'll just see how you go.

Yeah?

-I thought there was a meeting?

-Oh, yeah, cancelled.

Something to do with a supplier that Mrs Tembe had to speak to urgently.

Oh, in that case, have you got a minute?

-I could do with a second opinion.

-Yeah, well, I was just...

It's about a patient. Well, she's more of a mate, really.

Go on.

She came to see me with really nasty graze.

And she was also complaining about an old wrist injury too.

So I checked her medical history.

It would have been easier to find a bone she HADN'T broken.

Some kind of abuse?

That was my first thought but it turns out she'd been getting into free-running.

Oh, well. Flinging yourself over concrete walls?

-You're bound to get a few bumps.

-No, there's more to it than that.

One of the other runners was saying that,

even when it's low impact, she still ends up injuring herself.

Plus, she seems... I don't know - distracted,

like she's not hearing properly...

I was thinking it could be neurological.

Possible... Is it always breaks? It's never bruises or sprains?

-Looked like it.

-Well, it's hard to say without seeing her,

but if I had to make an educated guess... We've got hearing loss

and fractures with minimum force... Sounds like it could be OI.

OK?

Got the technique?

-Got it.

-Just down the steps first.

Ziba!

Afternoon.

Heston, hey.

Do you want a lift?

No, I'm fine, actually. Save your petrol.

It's good to walk.

BANGING

We're not actually open for another hour.

If it's an emergency, you have to go to A&E.

-No way!

-It was the best I could do to even persuade her to come here...

Ziba? It's OK, Valerie. She's a mate.

I can take it from here.

No offence, Ayesha, but the last thing I need right now is your gob.

Do you want me to take a look?

-I'll wait here...

-No. See you.

-I never meant for her to get hurt again.

-It's fine.

You can wait if you want.

It's pretty obvious she doesn't want me to.

SOOTHING MUSIC

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-Hi. Only me.

-Are you busy?

-Not very.

OK, look. I want to say sorry about earlier.

If speaking to Tom about what happened last night made you

feel better, then I'm glad you did it.

-Yeah, it has. Thanks.

-Good, good.

-Got all your work done?

-Nearly.

-How about I cook us something nice for supper?

-Ooh, lovely.

-Do you still want me to pick Joe up?

-If you don't mind.

He's at arts and crafts club after school.

-OK, we'll see you later then.

-Yeah.

See you later.

MUSIC RESTARTS

-Ziba.

-I don't want an argument.

Me neither.

But a chat would be nice.

I promise I'll keep my big mouth zipped.

I just want to know you're all right.

Heston?

-You all right?

-Yeah. I'm good.

-Are you sure?

-I think I'm just going to go chill.

-Shak...? Are you hungry?

-I'm good.

-Well, I heard about the mix-up with the lunchboxes.

-You're welcome to share it.

-Nah, you're all right.

Well, I'd like you to try it.

I'm experimenting with different cheese combinations.

I could do with a second opinion.

Hmm. It's good. Really good, actually.

Cheese on toast but pimped up.

Pimped up... I suppose it is.

-And did he talk about osteogenesis imperfecta?

-Brittle bones?

Yeah, he did. But he's wrong.

All right, so, I had a lot of breakages as a kid,

but it was just clumsiness, falling over, bumping into things.

A kid bumping into things doesn't usually lead to a fracture.

-Didn't your mum and dad ever get you tested?

-Why would they?

-Kids have accidents all the time.

-I never broke a bone.

Well, bully for you.

Some kids are just more accident-prone than others.

My mum and dad weren't ones for wrapping me up in cotton wool.

I get that but they weren't they worried about how often it happened?

No, they weren't. And anyway, what does it matter?

They said it would happen less as I got older.

And it did. I hadn't broken a bone in years.

Until you started throwing yourself off buildings!

I thought you said you weren't looking for an argument?

I'm not. I'm worried.

A lot of people with brittle bones find that the breakage rate

declines after childhood...

Why are you so obsessed with this?

Athletes get injured.

It's better than dropping dead from a heart attack from spending

too much time sat on my backside watching box-sets.

This isn't the odd injury, is it? Why don't you just get tested?

And, that way, you'll know what you're dealing with.

-You make it sound so serious.

-It is.

I mean, it can be.

Brittle bones can lead to all sorts of health complications as you

get older with muscles, tendons, joints.

Hearing loss.

You're over-reacting.

Then why not get tested? Prove me wrong.

I know my own body.

Do you?

Because it sounds to me like your body is screaming at you to stop

and you're just not listening.

So, I'm not the great free runner that I'd like to be.

But being a bit injury-prone doesn't mean that I should just stop.

-I need to work harder, practise more.

-"A bit injury-prone"?!

Wake up! What if it's your back you break next time?

Or your neck?

Is impressing some skater dude really worth the risk?

You think this is about impressing Gabe?

-Well, if it's not, what is it then?

-I've told you.

-I'm training. Improving.

-But you're not. You're hurting yourself.

Why? Are you punishing yourself for something?

-What, are you a psychologist now?

-No. I'm trying to understand!

-Is it for attention...?

-I don't believe this.

I thought you were a mate.

Turns out you don't know me at all.

Shak?

-It's hard to explain...

-I'm listening.

-I've been a bit flash with my cash.

-OK...

I was only meant to get a few things at first,

but I don't know... It's all got a bit, out of control.

How out of hand are we talking?

Can you put a figure on it?

Right. Would it help to write it down?

Oh, it's bad, isn't it?

It's really bad. I don't know what came over me.

It's just like the bit in the film of my life where

finally I'm this big-shot guy with money in his pocket.

I know it's stupid and selfish

but all my mates always seem to be rolling in it.

I don't know... I just wanted that to be me for once.

-Shak, we might be able to sort this out.

-But how?

How? Mum works so hard.

She spent all those years struggling and saving to give me that money.

I just blew it like that.

Just like that.

She's going to kill me!

I'm sending a few goodbyes.

"I won't be seeing you any more - nice knowing you.

"My mum's about to kill me."

That type of thing.

I am really sorry.

I know you are.

Mum's going to be so gutted.

Look, I think I have a solution.

I want you to box up anything unopened, anything returnable.

-Can you do that for me?

-Yeah, of course.

But what about the rest? I mean, I've been splashing out everywhere.

Treating all my mates and...

What about all the music downloads,

-the DVDs...

-I'll make up the shortfall.

-For real?

-For real.

Everyone makes a mistake

and somehow I don't think you're going to make this one again.

Never. Heston, I promise.

Would you like me to show you how to do a simple budget on the laptop?

That would probably help me a lot.

And this is just between you and me? I don't want to worry your mum.

I honestly don't know what to say.

-Thank you.

-My pleasure.

You haven't been answering your phone.

People usually don't, when they want to be left alone.

It's a nice view.

It really isn't about being cool. Or the attention.

What is it, then?

It's hard to explain. The freedom.

Like... You're outside of yourself,

watching your body doing all of these amazing things.

People look at me and they see some modest girl in a headscarf.

-I just wanted to do something... unexpected.

-I do get that.

But all the injuries, why keep going after something that

just ends up with you hurting yourself so often?

It's addictive.

Like, everything else just fades away and the only thing that matters

is your body, and getting everything moving at the exact right angle.

And it's not just me, you know.

Gabe will work the same move for hours.

Yeah, but Gabe doesn't have brittle bones.

I know.

You really think I could have had this my whole life and never known?

There's only one way to find out. You've got to get tested.

It'll change everything. The way everyone sees me.

The way I see myself.

Not everything.

I don't want to be just some girl with a condition.

You won't be. No more than you're just some girl in a headscarf.

You'll still be you.

But the free-running, that will have to stop?

I know it won't be easy.

But there are other ways for you to feel those things.

I guess.

When we were nursing training,

you were always the first person up on the dance floor.

Find a dance class, get your body moving.

I'm sure Gabe wouldn't mind giving you a few thrills...

What are you talking about?

Oh, please, don't pretend like you haven't seen the way

-he looks at you. Those big brown eyes.

-You really think so?

Yeah, I know so.

But what if he finds out about the brittle bones and runs a mile?

Ziba, he's into you, he's not into your bones.

What if I end up on crutches, or...

Listen, slow down.

You've got a million and one questions right now and that's understandable.

But you've got to take the first step - get tested.

-I don't know.

-Ziba...?

This is maybe a bit complicated.

-You just make it your own...

-Hey.

Oh, I am so sorry about the lunchbox.

-Oh, don't worry. How was your day?

-Uh, yeah, it was good.

-What have you two been up to?

-Not much.

-Not much.

-Make us a cup of tea, will you?

That's fine.

# She hid around corners

# And she hid under beds

# She killed it with kisses

# And from it she fled

# With every bubble

# She sank with a drink

# And washed it away

# Down the kitchen sink

# The dog days are over

# The dog days are done

# The horses are coming

# So you better run

# Run fast for your mother Run fast for your father

# Run for your children for your sisters and brothers

# Leave all your love and your longing behind you

# Can't carry it with you if you want to survive

# The dog days are over

# The dog days are done

# Can't you hear the horses

# Cos here they come... #

Welcome to the Mill Health Centre.

May I take your pulse?

You've seen me. Take that back to your bosses.

No, that's no good!

What's my supervisor going to say if I can't get through the front door?

Now the left ear's too small.

Where exactly in the GMC guidelines does it say,

"Thou shall not mock smarmy-faced vanity projects"?

This is important to me and I am not shifting until you work with me.