Our Girl Page #7

We're doing all we can, Nafula.

Nafula smiles and nods. She is grateful.

GEORGIE:

Mother and babies here… Go one…

Fingers watches with Monk as Georgie checks a ma lying on a stretcher.

FINGERS:

It's worse than the Manchester Royal Infirmary on a

Friday night.

Monk nods towards Dangles and Mansfield who are approaching with a fridge on a trolley and

being accompanied by a group of small children.

MONK:

Aye up boys look, your Amazon delivery is here.

Georgie flashes them a look. Clearly she wants them getting on and not fannying about.

GEORGIE:

Guys, how about helping with that fridge and med kit

needs taken into triage ASAP.

Fingers nods and they move to help Dangles.

FINGERS:

You struggling.

DANGLES:

Shut up. Shut up. We had one fridge all the way through

my childhood.

MANSFIELD:

You must of being poor then Dangles.

DANGLES:

I always thought we were quite rich until I started going

out with Glynis.

They all laugh.

DANGLES (CONT'D)

Your joking, what's wrong with Glynis man?

MANSFIELD:

We've all seen Glynis…

Everyone starts to laugh.

Georgie is standing with James and Osman as aid workers are explaining in Somali to the throng

that the centre will be opening up again in the morning.

Half a dozen people rush to Georgie and (in Somali) are asking her for medication. They make

dramatic gestures of taking tablets to explain what they mean.

Some Kenyan Army soldiers try to move them back. Nafula heads over. She starts to hand them

a tablet each.

Georgie takes a tablet from Nafula. She studies it before licking it.

JAMES:

Please keep calm.

GEORGIE:

(stunned)

What is that? Is that a tic-tac?

NAFULA:

(with a little smile)

Kicki's idea. not everyone but some people just need a

little pill.

JAMES:

My mother for a start.

GEORGIE:

(still reeling)

Really?

NAFULA:

It seems to keeps them quiet... and makes them feel

better.

Nafula and Georgie share a smile.

GEORGIE:

(shaking her head and laughing)

Tic tacs!

JAMES:

Good tac-tics, eh Lane.

IN:
10:38:05 INT. KENYA CRISIS CARE/TRIAGE CENTRE. DAY

Georgie and Nafula have done a preliminary assessment outside and are now trying to deal with

the most serious patients.

There is a middle aged man with a huge growth on his face lying on the consultation table.

Georgie is cleaning up the open sores on his face and examining the growth.

Osman and James hover in the entrance, the melee still going on outside. Nafula and other

Kenya Crisis Care are there to help as best they can.

GEORGIE:

Can you ask him how long he's had this?

NAFULA:

(In Somali, to the man)

Ilaa mequu kugu yalay waxaan?

Translation:
Two years. How long have you had this?

MAN WITH GROWTH:

(In Somali, to Nafula)

Labo sanoo

Translation:
Two years.

NAFULA:

(To Georgie)

Two years.

GEORGIE:

(instructing Kenya Crisis Care aid

workers)

Two years. Right, Let's clean it up and dress it as best

we can.

(to Nafula)

Have you got any antibiotics? Just flip him over for me.

Just flip you over sir, there you go. Just hold that nice

and tight for me there… Thank you.

NAFULA:

(In Somali, to the man)

Georgie is disinfecting her hands as Nafula gets out the morphine and hands it to Georgie.

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

Thank you.

Georgie injects the man and hands the empty syringe back to Nafula.

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

Thank you.

NAFULA:

(In Somali, to the patient)

GEORGIE:

Thank you.

NAFULA:

(with meaning)

No. Thank you, Georgie.

Nafula gives a little nod of appreciation to Georgie. Georgie knows exactly what she means and

that she's starting to win her around. Georgie smiles warmly to Nafula before cracking on.

James sticks his head out of the door and Fingers and Monk come in with a young boy of about

ten and his father, Sidiq.

FINGERS:

A kid with a mouthful of maggots, medic.

MONK:

We're walking past this little kid, and I smiled at him...

and when he smiled back, these maggots fell out.

JAMES:

Maggots?

FINGERS:

Straight up, boss.

MONK:

My dad was fisherman, boss. 24 carat maggots

SIDIQ:

(In Somali)

Wuu ficanyahay. Anigaa ku filan...waxcawimaad kaga

ma bahnin.

Translation:
He's fine... I can look after him... we don't need your help.

NAFULA:

(In Somali)

Waa Okay... Wiilkaaga aannu eegno...waxbaanu u

qaban karnaa. fadlan... aynu isku dayno. si dhakhso ah.

Translation:
It's okay... let us look at your boy... we can make him better. Please... let's just

try. Quickly.

Georgie sits the little boy on the edge of the table/bed by the man with the growth. She starts to

examine the little boys mouth.

GEORGIE:

(to the little boy)

Okay. Come here…

NAFULA:

(In Somali)

Somali translation: Haye. Kaalay halkan...

Translation:
Okay. Come here…

GEORGIE:

Okay? What's your name darling?

NAFULA:

(In Somali)

Magacaa?

Translation:
What's your name?

He answers as best he can with a rancid towel against his mouth.

JOMO:

Jomo

NAFULA:

He says his name's Jomo.

GEORGIE:

Jono?

NAFULA:

Jomo.

GEORGIE:

Okay Jomo.

MONK:

Bit of a pen and ink in the old north and south eh

Georgie?

GEORGIE:

(to Sidiq, gently)

Okay. I'm going to look after your son, Sir. Lie back for

me darling. There you go. Yeah. Open your mouth. Your

mouth. Open your mouth for me.

She smiles. Sidiq, the father, just angrily holds her stare. Georgie notices the watch on Sidiq's

wrist before returning her attention to Jomo.

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

Err, yeah the tooth is very loose. I'm gonna have to

extract. Err will you get me some Lignacane gel please?

JAMES:

Have you ever done an extraction before, Lane?

GEORGIE:

Err, only on myself but I was seven years old.

(to Nafula, Monk and Fingers)

Alright, I'll pull the tooth out then we'll flush the affected

area out with saline, Okay. Have you got any forceps,

please?

MONK:

Need a hand Lane?

GEORGIE:

Yeah Monk.

(to Nafula)

There you go darling, thank you.

Georgie takes a small pair of surgical pliers.

MONK:

What do you want me to do?

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

Just hold his head, very gently yeah. There you go

darling that's good thank you. Well I'll try and get as

many maggots out as we can. Okay keep your mouth

wide for me. That it.

James and Osman exchange a look.

MONK:

(to Jomo, friendly)

You're gonna be alright. You're gonna be eating crisps in

no time.

The little boy knows he's being friendly and tries to smile.

GEORGIE:

(to Monk)

There you go. A few more, a few more it's okay. There

you go. There you go. Right just keep him really still

okay.

(to the boy)

You're gonna feel a little tiny bit of pain and then your

gonna be fine. Yeah it's gonna be over. Yeah? Okay.

She holds the tooth with the medical pliers.

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

(quietly to Monk)

Right. Monk just hold his head tight for me yeah...

reassure him.

MONK:

What?

Monk gently holds the boys head.

GEORGIE:

Reassure him.

Monk doesn't know what to do for a second then comes up with an idea.

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