Reckless (1997–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

I'm formally cautioning you
for breach of the peace.

This will remain on your file.

Should you re-offend, your file will
go to the magistrates' court...

..who will be informed that you have
already been formally cautioned.

That caution will have its bearing
on the way the court handles you.

Now.

Is my wife here?

She is not. Been and gone.

Is Owen Springer still here?

I've no obligation to tell you that.

Then waggle a finger
like we do with coma patients.



Your wife left shortly after the
much younger gentleman was released.

He hit me - can we remember that?

That'll make all the difference!

You just couldn't resist it, could you?

How old are you?

Look - you get stung, you sting back.

Oh, please.
That's completely primeval.

Why are we parked here?

I don't know where you want to go.

I want to go with you.

Well, I'm going home.

And I think you should go home.

You don't want me to come with you?

I just don't understand
what you've done.



OK. Fine.

I'll give you a lift.

No, I'm not that primeval.

Can still manage a taxi.

If he looks half as bad as you
we'll be gaining points by the hour.

Dad!

She leaves him, you dodge in.
What can he do?

He fights for her.
I'm not asking for your opinion.

You're playing into his hands,
you daft bugger.

Dad. Mondays,
the furthest you go is the doctor's.

Wednesdays, the club.
Fridays, the post office.

How come you know
so much about the world?

I do a lot of crosswords.

What the hell happened?

John, me Dad.

Dad, John McGinley from work.

Hello, John McGinley from work.

This is a bad idea.

They're all I have these days.

Come in.

What happened to your head?

I slipped.

On a piece of shit.

An inquiry?

They questioned the admin staff
about what happened.

Now, they know
it was between you and Crane.

Your cars were like a pair of bean tins.

You could get hoofed for this.
Crane too.

Well, that would be one tragedy.

This is gross misconduct.

There's food in here
if anybody wants it.

They kept asking about you
and Crane's wife.

They're going off gossip.
Whose gossip?

Not mine!

But, as I left...

..Viv Reid was outside
waiting to be interviewed.

She knows I know she knows I know
what the score is.

So if she's told the truth
I'm paddling in the bloody rapids.

You're an eejit. Shut up.

Don't talk to me like that,
I am a bloody linchpin.

We have to know what's been said.

If they're going to talk to us all,
we have to say the same thing.

Right?

Right.

Anna!

Hello?

Oh, you must be Owen's dad.

Arnold. Arnie.

Right.

Well, is he in?

No, we had a scrape
and he disappeared, sulking.

Tell me about it.
Do you want to come in?

Oh, no. You're on your way out.

Only for a quick drink.
Seeing he's not here.

Unless you fancy a quick drink?

Yeah. Certainly.

It's only up the road.

Well, how much do you know, Arnold?

I think I'm up to date
on the fisticuffs...

..but I'm foggy on
the domestic arrangements.

Evening, Arnold.

Right. You came out of the lift here
and walked down here.

Was Crane behind you or with you?

He's a coward. From behind.

So only the medical staff
on the ward could have witnessed it.

No, no, hang on.

If Crane came in behind him
and stuck one on him...

Was the door open or closed?

How the hell would I know?

I'm trying to work it out here.

If you got wed in 1971...

..and you'd already got a degree,
what age does that make you?

Roughly.

Roughly? Not forty.

Oh. Right.

So when he said forties
he meant... top end?

Do you know, he's never asked.

I know.

He's useless like that.

OK, we've got four patients, three
secretaries and a score of nurses.

We're looking at more
witnesses than the OJ Simpson trial.

How are we going to deny that?

This is really, really interesting.

Five careers are on the line
and there's bugger all funny.

I'm glad. I'm actually glad.

It's a nice job. Wasn't it?

Two and six. Twenty-six.

Kate Moss. Number one.
Quiet over there, please.

Three and five. Thirty-five.

That's Irma. My home help.

You an' all!
As in 'Help!'

Two perfectly normal,
well-fed women. Eighty-eight.

So, er... you want to share a cab?

No.

I'll walk.

Seven, eight, nine, ten.

Any more, we could have gone clubbing.

I usually get a drink paid on.

Oh, right. Well, have one on me.

Oh. Thank you very much.

I'm glad I did something right today.

He's always had a short fuse.

Owen didn't start it.

He could have stopped it.

If he were as good with his mouth
as with his hands.

This drink's going right to my head.

Haven't you eaten?

I don't think I have.

Drink up, I'll treat you.

Mmm.

So, Arnold.

What do you actually think about me?

I think you're gorgeous.

Very nice lady.
Done well for yourself.

And I think our Owen's
lucky to have found you.

That's all you have to say about it?

No.

This country's still weighted in
the favour of your type, not his.

So he's had to fight to get this far...

..and I'm very
proud of him for that.

So, I wouldn't want to see him
messed about with. You know?

Well...

I'm sorry
if that's what you think I'm doing.

It's not about what I think, is it?

Listen.

If it's what you want, don't be sorry.

If it's not what you want,
just don't drag it out. That's all.

Hi.

I just thought that, erm...

..you and your party should know
what we're planning to say tomorrow.

'My party' has been called in
to see the execs at ten o'clock.

Well, we're second on. Half ten.

Obviously we're tied into
what's already been said.

But I think we've come up with
something convincing.

You couldn't just have phoned?

Do you want me to go?

Can I ask you something, John?

Yeah.

If I asked you to go to bed with me
now, how would that affect you?

That's all right.

Because the bed's not made.
Hypothetical question.

Is instant OK?
Yeah. Yeah.

Anna?

Hello.

Anna!

I know I'm not completely good news.
But come to bed.

You come to bed.

I think you should go back to sleep.

You're the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

You know that, don't you?

It's a serious matter,
deserving my best attention.

I'd like your version of what was,
as I see it...

..an appalling act of misconduct.

Rodney,
it was horseplay taken to extremes.

As I'm made persistently aware.

You think
I'd chin a colleague in public?

Yes. How's your car?

Fine. How's yours?

Your lights were smashed.

And Springer's windscreen.

We had a prang.
What kind of prang?

Well, a prang.

Pure physics. Irresistible force
meets immovable object.

Violence on the premises
means suspension.

Of course.

What was this fight about?

I never said 'fight'.

Scuffle.

Just a joke turned sour.

They were laughing and pushing.

Joke? What joke?

Oh, an old rugby joke.
I can't remember the exact...

'How do you tell when a Wigan
prop forward has an orgasm?'

'He drops his chips.'

He took offence. A class thing.

I just flicked a bit of water at him.

How?
Like that.

Yeah, it landed on my face around there.

Water or yogurt?
Water.

Water. Yogurt.

They were laughing, and Owen tripped.

Yeah. And one just lost his balance.

I never heard anybody laugh so much.

Springer went forward,
banged his face against the desk.

Desk or filing cabinet?
The door, I think.

Filing cabinet.
Filing cabinet. Desk.

Where did your bruises come from?

I sort of... when I fell on him...

..I caught myself
on the, um... the desk.

Filing cabinet.

Desk.
Yeah. Desk.

You don't like him, do you?

I don't dislike him.

It's all right. I do.

He's me boss. I can go either way.

Is there something between you?

You'd have to elaborate.
Domestic?

How do you define that?

So any rumours about you
and his wife are unfounded?

Whose wife?

I beg your pardon?

Is there romantic interest
between him and your wife?

She'd rather sleep with you
than a drone like Springer.

Do you know how old she is?

Do you?

No.

Thank you.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

You'll suddenly apply for a post
10,000 bloody miles away...

..for which you'll get a totally
disproportionate reference.

I decide when I move on. All right?

As long as you do it
in the next three days.

Come in.

You wanted me?

Sure. Sit down.

Drink?
No. I'm fine.

'I can't do that, sir.'

Glassman's overworked,
his brain's fried half the time.

If I release him from night cover,
Springer has to do it.

If that's the only option you've
got, so be it. It's up to you.

I can't do that.

'Can't' or 'won't'? And be careful.

Sir, this is your private life.
I don't want dragging into that.

It was my bloody private life
when you kept it from me.

How long had you known?

'I tried to stop it.'

'So you were in at the start?'

'I tried talking him out of it.'

'You've known me how long?
Five, six years?'

'Six.'

Six.
It was privileged information.

I did nothing wrong.

You left me in the dark about what
could have destroyed my marriage.

I made you into a bloody good surgeon.

Where's your loyalty,
you miserable shit?

I kept quiet about you and Viv Reid,
There's my loyalty.

I won't distort Springer's schedule
for your benefit.

I won't do it.

And if you ask me again,
I'll go to the BMA.

If that's all, sir.

You know you were
third choice for this post?

Thank you for sharing that with me.

You've applied for a consultant post.

I won't actually have time to do
your reference for a day or two.

Or three.

Or four.

My wife means substantially more
to me than your progress.

So don't think about this
for too long, will you?

Did Arnold tell you
what we were talking about?

No.

Even offered him money.
He said it was 'classified'.

Well?

It's classified.

Is this a mistake?

No. You've been overstretched
and you're looking knackered.

Really. Am I?

Oh, yes. Yeah, I look bloody awful.

What's all this crap?

He gets a month off night cover?

Look at the state of me.

So you want me to cover him.

For a month. In house?

No, I'll cover the odd time.
We'll get a locum eventually.

But, yeah. When you cover,
you stay on the premises.

So what's your schedule tonight?
I'm busy.

And this week?
Busy. All week.

Oh, that's great!

That was always the deal.

If you've got a problem,
talk to my boss, your boss.

But just get off my back!
All right?

"Anna? Listen."

"I'm not gonna be able
to get there at lunchtime."

"I've rung your office
but your phone's off."

"I hope you get this on time."

"And I love you. I'll see you."

"Anna, it's me.
I hope you got the message."

"Look, tonight's not gonna work out."

"Hiya! This is getting repetitive,
I know, but - no chance."

"My name must have got round, I've
more patients than Joseph Lister."

"I don't know what to say."

"Yes, I do.
I'm missing you like hell."

"I love you."

"Anna, I don't know what
you said you were cooking...

..but I'm sure this corned beef used
to be stuck to the canteen floor."

"I just blew you a kiss."

"Did you feel it?"

"Good night."

OK.

You're half-asleep in bed.

And I'm coming back late.

I've had a hard day,
you've had a hard day...

..and you look like heaven.

Peaceful. Dreamy.

So I'm not gonna dive on you.

I take my clothes off...

..come to the bottom of the bed
and lift up the duvet.

I see your feet.

I kiss your feet.

I lick your feet.

I kiss your knees.

I can't see your face...

..but I know
that you know I'm there.

And it's perfect.

We both smell perfect.

And when I get to your lips
you really know I'm there.

And you're smiling.

And kissing me.

And you're licking me.

Shit.

I've got to go.

Oh...!

I love you.

Bye.

Anna.
Well, how petty can you get?

You've put him on call for a month?

Nothing to do with me.
McGinley's decision.

You can't sack him.

So you get him bored, me frustrated,
and you can send me flowers.

They're nothing to do with him.

You're a bloody coward. A devious,
self-centred bloody coward.

I've an appointment at 11:00.
I'm filing for a divorce.

You've done all you can
in this marriage.

And you did it all by yourself, Richard.

What?
Strip, make good, rehang and finish.

What are you talking about?

Lounge. Your wife booked us on.

When?
Yesterday.

Day before.

Come in.

Thank you.

Hello.
Hello.

Decorators came.

They need to know what you want doing -

I'm putting the house on the market.

You've no right to do that.
Yes, I have.

You took a stake in my business,
I took over the mortgage. 1993.

Doesn't that leave your business
open to reprisals?

I can live with that.

If you want to start playing games.

Shit!

This is my month's break,
since you're worried about me!

Oesophageal varices.
Pass me that tube.

Why aren't we just operating?

He's got cirrhosis,
and his blood clotting is way off.

The last thing he needs is an operation.

I've put a balloon down
to compress the veins.

What do you want me to do?
I'm thinking.

Have you phoned Crane?
No. And he's not on tonight.

Phone Crane.
No!

Contact Mr Crowther.

Give him another two units of blood,
cross-match six more.

Ring the pharmacist on call for some
somatostatin, to stop the bleeding.

Danny, ring intensive care,
see if they've got a spare bed.

What?

It's me.

I've a 40-year-old male
with cirrhosis and bleeding varices.

What's the question?
I think he might need an operation.

I'm not even on call.

Is this a favour?

This isn't about us.
Don't make this about us.

I'm not really in a state to advise.
Where's Gordon Crowther?

At St Mary's. Vascular emergency.

Wait a minute.

How much blood has he had?
"20 units."

"I've put a balloon down
and he's had somatostatin."

If he's still bleeding
you need to operate.

"He might die on the table."

He'll bleed to death if you don't.

"So I just get on with it?"
Yes, and tell Gordon Crowther.

Give me another pack.

Come on, Danny, I can't see a thing!

Give me a 2/0 prolene.

Give me another one.

Come on!

Shit!

Give me another pack.

Has anybody been able to get hold
of Gordon Crowther?

Richard Crane.

He died.

I'm very sorry.

So am I.

Richard?

I've got this, and this, and this
telling me why you're divorcing me.

But I've heard nothing from you.

I cheated. You cheated back.

So why am I relying on total
strangers to finish things off?

I'm moving out of the house.
Feels like somebody died.

Has Anna been round?

She must have come while I were out,
that were behind the door.

For Christ's sake,
that's exactly what he wants!

She's gone round to see him.

Ah.

That is exactly what he wants.

Thank you. Come in.

I've checked into the Midland.

You shouldn't be holed up in the
house that you grew up in, it's...

I just want to know if you think
you actually... love him.

Which isn't a loaded question.

If I say yes, you think I was duped
by some ingenious little scally.

What made you sleep with a woman
who wears more than she earns?

She makes decisions, she's...

About you?

Yes.

She seduced you?

Yes.

She knew where you were going to
have sex on your first big date?

Yes.
Balls.

'She's bossy', that's absolute crap,
you've always thought of yourself.

Did you think about me?
Or did I vanish from the equation?

Of course you didn't.

You went to a hotel,
had sex, orgasmed...

..all with a picture of me
looking 'wronged'?

Why are we discussing the sex
I had? Do we discuss yours?

I waited nearly two decades
for you to become available.

I had to wait for you
to reach your potential before
we could have a life together.

That wasn't a few years, or five years.

I waited twenty bloody years...

..for you to stop looking at your
doctor's badge and look at me.

But you're sharing your success with
a young piece of middle management.

Once.
No, not once. Months and months.

You brought her here.
We had dinner together, here.

All the time you were screwing her.

I have apologised.

That's just not bloody good enough,
Richard.

Did it make sex more exciting?

Did she need to feel
more powerful than me?

All I've ever done was
what you wanted me to do.

What you asked me to do - wait.

I spent 10 years living like a widow
while you climbed the ladder.

I viewed houses,
I decorated without you...

..I had dreary dinner parties
without you.

I've stifled everything I was
ever good for, for you. Without you.

Now I'm so bloody sycophantic you
felt compelled to go somewhere else.

Yes.

What?

Yes. If you say so.

Why did I bother?

If you believe that shit,
you deserve all you get.

I didn't make you do anything,
you had a brain.

I wanted to be a surgeon. And you?

I offered you a deal, you leapt on it.

You never said
'No more dinner parties.'

Because it suited you to a bloody T.

You were waiting for yourself
to get your bloody finger out.

The further I went
the more jealous you got.

What? What?!

I didn't marry a cook -
You conceited bastard!

You bottled out cos you couldn't
face the bloody competition.

So bollocks to your 'lady-in-waiting'.

When you wanted to start a business
I thought 'What kept her?'

You were not. You hated it.

You picked then, with this much
of our lives left for a family.

A what?

A baby. A child, a son, a daughter.
A family.

Richard, don't you dare do this to me!

You put it off for ten bloody years.

By then I was over 35, and nervous.

And you'd applied for another bank loan.

Is that what this is all about?

A direct question, March 1987.
'Do you want children?'

Yeah. And I knew exactly what answer
you wanted - on this occasion, 'No.'

No, you were wrong.

You only asked once.

I wasn't qualified to push it
because 'I'd made you wait so long.'

Richard, have you...

When you slept with Vivien Reid,
did you have unprotected sex?

Was she protected?

Is she pregnant?

No.

Is Anna here?

Come in.

I don't want to come in,
I want to talk to Anna.

What are you doing here?

Are you all right?

Just dandy.

You shouldn't be here.

I'm fine. Go home.

Come with me.
No.

Come with me.
No.

Wipe your feet.

Please, Owen.

How come he can discuss me
but I can't mention him?

You barely entered the conversation.

All he wants you here for
is to persuade you to take him back.

I didn't walk into your life
to wreck it.

I fell in love with her long before
I knew who she was married to.

You knew she was married.

No.

Ah. No, she took off her ring...

..when she started her career as an
independent management consultant.

If he's upsetting you, Anna,
why take it?

Million dollar question.

I love you.

Tell him you're going through with
the divorce and come with me.

How old are you, Springer?

Young enough to know
she deserves better.

Don't start fighting.

I wouldn't waste the energy.

Wouldn't, couldn't.
Some more tissues over here.

Tell him you love me, Anna.

He's asked you twice.

I love him.

You only went that way because
I made one error in 25 years.

Then this Jacobean Tintin
starts waving his genitals at you.

I wasn't around to blame for Viv Reid.

You were there when the news broke.
Tell her.

What do you gain by that?

Tell her who made the phone call.

What phone call?

The phone call to me.

To me and my 'mistake' Vivien Reid,
at the hotel in London.

He left an urgent message.

'Ask Mr Crane to phone his wife.'

I rang my wife and told her everything.

He made me tell you everything.

You did that?

Look, I...

If he loves you so much,
how does he justify all this pain?

Did you do that?

You told me you were
happily married. I knew you weren't.

You can't blame me for that, Anna.
I loved you.

Get out.

I loved you, Anna!

Get out.

You too.

Yeah. You need some space.
I'm at the Midland.

After you.
Twat.

Absolutely.

Oh, shit -

♪ Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me

♪ Happy birthday, dear Richard
Happy birthday to me ♪

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