Hey.
Look at you, still growing.
Don't know about that.
How are you doing?
It's a nice place. It's a good part of town.
Not for much longer.
Lost my shop job a couple of months ago.
Then I fell behind with the rent.
So the landlord's evicting me.
Really?
I'm sorry, that's terrible.
I've got till five o'clock to settle up.
If I don't pay him, I'll be kipping on a mate's sofa till the summer.
He can't do that. He can't do that.
Have a word with the university.
He's a private landlord, isn't he?
Doesn't answer to them, can do what he wants.
What about your mother, can't she help?
She's behind with her own rent.
How much do you need?
Well, it's 400 a month, and I'm two months behind.
Blimey. Just for a room?
Shared bathroom and kitchen.
Well, look, my job's hand to mouth.
After the bills, I haven't got a lot to spare.
Today's my day off, I could talk to the boss, get an extra shift.
Work that, if I get some decent fares,
I reckon we'll have enough.
Really? Yeah. You're in a tight spot.
It's the least I can do.
Thanks, Dad.
I'm going to have to go. I'm going to be late for a lecture.
Yeah, OK. I'll ring you. Yeah.
Nuneaton, please, mate.
It's quite a long way to Nuneaton.
Don't you worry, I'm good for the fare.
Were any of your morning patients asthmatic?
That is within the realms of possibility.
Why do you ask? Found this in the waiting area.
Asked the last few patients, doesn't belong to any of them.
Chuck it in lost property.
HFCs, a blight on our planet.
Sorry?
Hydrofluorocarbons. Nasty greenhouse gases.
Yeah, I know what they are.
But you still prescribe metered dose inhalers
when you could be prescribing the dry powder ones
which are much better for the environment. False.
I prescribe dry powder inhalers whenever it's safe to do so.
They're not suitable for everyone. Practically everyone.
Metered dose inhalers are massively overprescribed.
But then again, GPs are creatures of habit, I suppose.
You OK, fella?
Huh?
Can you hear me? You want to wake up now?
Go on.
Come on.
Ambulance, please.
Ambulance.
You could drive from here to Leeds
and do less harm to the environment than one of these.
Compare that to the carbon footprint of a dry powder inhaler. Just 1kg.
That's not a helpful comparison. Why not?
Because dry powder inhalers are not suitable for everyone.
The vast majority can manage with a DPI.
So why aren't they the most commonly prescribed inhalers?
Because doctors are lazy.
Is that what you're suggesting?
Your words, not mine.
Before you start lambasting my honourable profession,
please get your facts straight. I have.
Or haven't you been paying attention?
Look, spouting half-baked analogies does not the expert make.
No, but I worked with an expert in respiratory medicine at St Phil's.
And if she were here now, she'd tell you exactly the same thing.
The next time I'm passing through reception, kindly remind me
to give you a few pointers.
I'm certain I could tell you how to do your job.
SIREN WAILS
Please don't stop the compressions.
He's still not responding.
Come on. Please don't stop the compressions.
The rapid responder should be with you soon.
Yeah, that's him now.
Hi.
Was it you who made the call?
Yeah, he passed out in the back of my car.
I've just been doing this for ten minutes.
If you could carry on, please.
You're doing a great job.
Did you feel a pulse at any point?
No, no. I don't think so, no.
OK, I'm going to take over in a minute.
Just bear with me, please.
There's my social media darling.
Have you got some sexy data for me?
Sexy? No, not really.
I mean, it kind of dropped off a bit.
Hence the need for funny videos to pique people's interest.
Yeah, well, I am working on it. I just read the latest comments.
It seems like we've attracted more trolls than supporters.
They're calling us Nimbys.
Saving the Beechwalk doesn't mean no new housing.
We need to get that across.
That's quite a nuanced message for social media.
So what's the answer?
Don't look at me.
Or me.
My game plan wasn't exactly warmly embraced.
Unlike Councillor Munroe. Yeah, well, that's her business.
You know, if we behave like tabloid hacks,
then we're no better than them. So what do we do?
Turn a blind eye, let the vested interests go unpunished?
Very Zen.
We're running out of time,
but we can't wave a white flag. Not after all we've achieved.
What have we achieved?
The darkest hour is just before the planning committee meeting.
All it needs is a flash of inspiration - a brilliant,
attention-grabbing idea that'll win over the general public.
Oh, is that all we need?
Why don't we all put our thinking caps on, meet again at lunchtime?
Great. I'll let Luca and Malika know.
White male, identity unknown.
Mid to late seventies.
I managed to resuscitate him, but he hasn't regained consciousness.
I'll keep you updated. Out.
I don't suppose he left a name with the booking, did he? No.
He just flagged me down on the high street.
Where exactly?
By the betting shop.
I've been through his pockets, can't find a phone or ID.
Don't suppose he left anything in the cab, did he?
No.
For what exactly?
It's better if I tell you at the Beechwalk with the others.
What are you doing at lunch?
No definite plans, but... Fab.
Two o'clock? Yeah.
You're going to love it.
What exactly have we just signed up for?
I've got no clue, but don't worry.
You're going to love it.
Grant Sayles, thank you.
And here, take mine.
If anything else occurs to you, please do get in touch right away.
I think I've told you everything but, yeah, sure, I will.
He might have a partner or kids.
If the hospital can't identify him, they're going to be none the wiser.
It looks like he was sleeping rough. I mean,
that couldn't have helped things. No.
Poor guy.
Anyway, thank you for everything you did today. Take care, yeah? Cheers.
SIREN WAILS
PHONE RINGS
Hello? I've got Dr Alice Ratcliffe on the line for you.
All right, thanks very much.
Hang on, who's that?
Am I missing something?
Absolutely, you've missed something.
That's why you need to speak to someone who actually knows
what they're talking about.
Are you still banging on about that inhaler thing?
Just let it go, woman. Putting you through now.
No, no, do not put it... I do not want to...
Hello.
Yeah, hi, this is Dr Haskey.
Listen, I feel I need to apologise for Kirsty.
I mean, she's got it into her head that
I'm not up to speed on the correct treatments of asthma.
Right, ah.
Hey.
Finished your shift already?
No, not quite.
But I've done some long-distance fares - airport jobs.
So. There you go.
That should cover it.
You sure?
Course. Wouldn't be much of a dad if I didn't help out.
So you reckon you'll be all right till the summer?
Yeah, well, I've applied for some part-time jobs.
Mum said she can help me out with next month's rent, so...
I can always bung you some extra cash if I can manage it.
Great. Yeah.
If you get really stuck, you know,
you could live with me.
I mean, my place isn't much, but, you know, it's comfy enough.
And there's a spare bedroom.
Honestly, I wouldn't worry you. Think I'll be all right from now on.
All right. You didn't fancy the student accommodation, did you?
I heard all the first years normally go in halls of residence?
I'm a second year.
Oh. Right, yeah. Right.
So all this time you've been local,
and I'm none the wiser.
Yeah. I've been meaning to get in touch, only...
But your mother didn't want you to.
Don't worry, can't blame her.
Can't blame you.
Haven't been much of a dad, have I? I should have made more of an effort.
Look, I've always wanted to be part of your life.
Your mother didn't really make it very easy for me,
moving you down south.
There's two sides to every story.
I've only heard hers, so...
All right, well, we've got some catching up to do.
I thought we could go for a coffee or something, yeah?
Whenever you've got free time?
Yeah.
I'll call you on the weekend.
All right.
Hey, I just got your message.
Yeah. no worries. Here you go.
Thanks. I found it on the ground.
Must have fallen out of his pocket or something
when I got him out of the cab.
Maurice Dunne. Maurice Dunne. That's the name on the library card.
Do you reckon that's him?
Is there any other form of ID in here? I don't know.
I only had a quick look.
I'll give this to the intensive care unit.
If the name checks out, they can contact his next of kin,
assuming he's got any. Is he still unconscious?
But he could come round, yeah?
There's a chance, but I think it's unlikely he'll make a full recovery.
You never know - stranger things have happened. Thanks again.
Gather you wanted to see me?
Yeah, you can apologise verbally or in writing.
Choice is yours.
Apologise? For what?
For your appalling lack of professionalism.
You embarrassed me, and you wasted the time of a busy consultant.
There was a gaping hole in your medical knowledge.
Now you know better.
Your friend didn't tell me anything I didn't already know.
Why can't you just take it on the chin, admit you were wrong?
Because I was not wrong.
And even if I were, who are you to tell me how to do my job?
So you're pulling rank? That's your defence? Pathetic.
LOUD MUSIC PLAYS
Hi, I didn't think you were coming back.
Just dropped someone off round the corner.
Thought I'd call by, see how you got on with the landlord.
Yeah, no, he was fine. It's all sorted.
That you?
What? Sounds like you're celebrating already.
I suppose. It's a massive relief.
Been hanging over my head for a while.
Thanks again, though.
One minute you're getting threatened with eviction,
and then you're throwing a party.
It's... It's quite a turnaround, isn't it? Yeah, well,
if it wasn't for your help...
I'd tread carefully if I were you.
You don't want to upset that landlord. Again.
Don't worry.
I won't.
Never any danger of you being evicted, was there?
Huh?
You just wanted to have one over on me.
So what?
So you just had to be honest.
You didn't have to lie. Lie?
What? Like you've never lied?
What's that supposed to mean?
You used to lie to my mum, saying you were at work
when you were down the pub getting drunk with your mates.
Or your bits on the side.
Yeah, yeah, maybe.
But I'm not that person any more.
I don't even drink.
You know, when I was a kid...
..I could never work out why you had that... That pungent smell.
Till Mum told me it was cheap aftershave.
You used to splash that on all the time
to cover the smell of whisky and beers.
You still stink of that now.
So don't come here and tell me that you've changed.
Yeah?
I joined a support group.
I'm trying my best.
PHONE RINGS
Grant speaking.
Hi, Grant.
It's Sid Vere, the rapid response doctor.
Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to share some news about Maurice.
Maurice? That's his name, is it?
Yeah, yeah, it checked out.
Has he woken up?
He did regain consciousness earlier, but not for very long.
I'm afraid that he suffered another heart attack and didn't survive.
I'm sorry to hear that.
The ICU did manage to contact his daughter, Cheryl.
She managed to get to the hospital in time to say goodbye.
That's a blessing, I suppose, isn't it?
She's actually quite keen to meet you,
and thank you for everything you did.
I didn't do anything, really.
Would you be able to pop over to St Phil's?
She'll be here for quite a while yet.
It's a bit difficult because I'm on a shift, see?
Ah, right, I understand.
In that case, would you mind if I pass on your details?
No, it's OK, it's fine.
I can...
I'll get there in 20 minutes.
Great. I'll see you then. Thanks.
I didn't know we did field trips, this place is a bit mad, isn't it?
You've only just figured that one out?
Sorry we're a little late.
Thanks for giving up some of your lunch break.
I'll cut to the chase, shall I?
Yeah, please do. The suspense is killing us.
A few years ago, I went to Edinburgh with a friend.
The play we were planning on seeing was fully booked,
but we stumbled upon this amazing, al fresco production of Richard III.
It wasn't in a theatre,
but out on the streets, and the audience was part of the story.
I took on the role of a French mercenary.
My schoolgirl French is a bit rusty, but I seemed to get by.
Anyway, in the final act,
the Earl of Richmond whipped us all up into a frenzy
and marched us over to the actual castle.
Spoiler alert - he kills Richard
and gets engaged to the Duchess of York,
and we all got invited to the wedding.
It was so much fun.
I'm sorry, I'm confused.
What has your quirky production of Richard III
got to do with saving the Beechwalk?
It was a promenade production of Richard III.
Right.
Which is what we need to do here.
But instead of being dukes and kings and queens,
we'll be squirrels, badgers and hedgehogs.
Grant, hi, this is Cheryl.
Maurice's daughter. Nice to meet you.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Your father seemed to be a nice bloke. Did he?
I don't know. We only exchanged a few words.
He wasn't much of a dad.
Not much of anything, really. No?
Ambulance control to Dr Vere, come in, please. Excuse me. One second.
Receiving.
He only got back in touch a few weeks ago.
I hadn't seen him in 20 years.
Nice that he did, though.
He made an effort. At first.
Bought me flowers, asked lots of questions.
He kept saying that I was working too hard
and I should treat myself to a holiday.
The next time I saw him, he was more like his old self.
Angry, drunk.
Blamed my mum for the way his life had turned out.
Dr Vere said he was on his way to visit me in Nuneaton?
Yeah. That's right.
I can't think why.
After his last visit, I told him to keep away.
Oh.
Please, take this.
It's unnecessary. It was what was left in his wallet.
I'm sure he didn't pay you up front.
Thanks.
Sorry about that.
Did he say anything when he came round?
He tried to.
I can't be sure what it was, though it sounded a bit like Glencoe.
What? In Scotland?
Yeah, we went there when I was a kid.
Family holiday before things turned sour.
Maybe he wanted you to go back?
Yeah. Maybe.
Fat chance of that.
Can't even afford to pay my leccy bill. I can't accept this.
You tried to help my father.
It's not right that you're left out of pocket.
OK, thanks.
Take care.
It'll hammer home our message in a really striking and effective way.
I still don't get it.
It was you who gave me the idea in the first place.
How would it work, exactly?
We need to make an impact, grab people's attention.
You can all wear masks and pretend to be a different animal.
Hedgehog, badger, bird, bee, fox.
Bees are insects, not animals.
Insects are animals, technically speaking, aren't they?
Would certainly get us noticed,
and aiming it at children is a great idea.
There's no way I'm pretending to be roadkill.
That's fine. You'll be busy on social media.
A quick show of hands. Who's in favour?
Now I feel like a spoilsport.
That's a majority. Motion carried.
Really? Just go with it.
I promise it'll be great.
What now? I'm trying to write an essay.
Yeah? Did the party help with that?
No, actually, I'm really hungover,
so the last thing I need is a lecture off you.
I'm not here for that.
I'm here to tell you that you were right. You were right about me.
I was a rubbish husband.
I was a terrible father and I haven't changed.
Not as much as I'd like to, anyway.
I'm still a liar. Oh, yeah, and I'm a thief.
This morning, I robbed a dying man of his money.
The same money I gave to you.
Really? That's pretty low.
Why are you telling me that now?
Because I want you to be better than me.
Don't lie, don't cheat, don't mess people about
or in 30 years' time,
you'll find yourself in the same place as I am now,
with nothing to show for your life but a failed marriage,
a zero-hours job, and a kid that don't want to know you.
OK. I'll bear that in mind.
That's all I wanted to say.
I won't bother you again.
Were you lying about that group as well?
You said you were getting help or something.
Two years, four months, one day.
That's how long I've been sober.
And, yeah, I wear that cheap aftershave.
Force of habit.
Who's this dying man?
Long story. You don't want to know. Don't I?
It's missing 20 quid.
Thanks.
Don't suppose you know anything about Ivan Pavlov?
Who's he when he's at home?
Russian psychologist who did experiments on dogs.
I do know about hangover cures.
That might help you.
Yeah, well, in that case, come in if you want.
That be nice. I've got to do something first.
But you put the kettle on.
I'll be back soon.
OK.
Great, I caught you.
This belongs to you.
I don't understand.
Take it, take it. I'll explain.
I'll explain it now, OK?
This is the rest.
I don't understand.
I took it.
I stole it from your dad.
I see. It was in his wallet.
I just thought I could get away with pinching it.
And I have, up until now.
What do you want me to say?
"It's fine, don't worry about it"?
No, it's not fine.
You can tell the police if you want to. I deserve it.
What made you change your mind?
I just reckon you're a nice person.
I think you deserved better than your dad.
Like my son deserves better than me.
I think Maurice won the money at the bookies.
He could have kept it for himself
or spent it on booze or something, but he didn't.
He wanted you to have that holiday.
It's not much, is it?
It's enough for a holiday cottage.
Not the money. The gesture.
It doesn't change the person he was,
or the countless times he let me down. I suppose not.
I'm still angry at him.
What's the point, now he's gone?
Look...
Two years ago, I was nearly in the same boat as him.
Jobless, homeless.
All I could think about was the next drink.
And now?
I'm sober, at least.
That's a good start, innit?
How old is your son?
19. He's in uni.
He's much smarter than I am, I tell you.
Do you reckon you'll go?
To Scotland?
I don't know.
Maybe.
You're right.
He could have just spent it on booze.
Good luck. With everything. Yeah, you too.
So it'll be really fun and interactive,
not like a conventional play.
Members of the public can just walk and talk amongst the animals,
who'll be kind of improvising,
only following a basic script about their natural habitats.
We need to get the point across, obviously.
It's a great idea, don't you think? Yeah.
Mum, what are we having for dinner?
We need to write the script first.
Script for what?
Have you not been listening to a word I've said?
Mum, I can't help you. I'm going out. It's non-negotiable.
Or else you'll be the one booted out of your natural habitat.
OK.
Stop! Tay, what are you doing? Please stop.
Hi, babe. You're here.
This is so exciting.
Tay, you haven't spent all that money
your dad left for you, have you? I don't need this.
I suggest you speak to your NHS GP.
No, because he said I didn't need anything.
It's very good, but I'm not sure being a foxy fox is me.