I have never fancied myself an actress.
My day-to-day job though extremely busy and interesting, will not make a good action movie.
Well, unless you count the time I had to duck from a patient throwing a bottle of Vimto at me or slamming the door so hard that the door broke.
One day however, the opportunity for a lead villain action role nearly came my way.
I got a random call from someone who identified himself as Police Constable, or Sergeant something.
"Are you Dr...?"
"Please could you give me your current location I need to serve you a letter."
I nearly laughed. As far as I was concerned it was a hoax call from a very novice fraudster.
I mean, in all the movies I have watched the police find the baddie. They don't call to ask them to identify their location.
For a split second I considered that they might be calling to present an award of good service to my community. Who was I kidding😄😄?
It was a bad line and got cut off. Another evidence of fraud, I thought.
The next day, I got a call from one of our receptionists at our branch surgery a few minutes drive away.
Her tone was a harsh whisper with a sense of panic.
"Doctor, Three policemen have just come into the surgery asking for you. I have sent them over, they will be there soon."🚔
I made my way to the reception ready to receive them, but more to minimise arousing the curiosity of the other staff and patients in the waiting room.
Sure enough they arrived within minutes.
One stood guard at the door whilst the other two approached me. One huge guy and another slightly smaller, tougher looking one. Very "Bad Boys"
I looked at them with intrigue and admiration, walking gallantly in their uniforms complete with stab vests and handcuffs.
This was the most dangerously exciting thing that had ever happened to me in my life!
I wondered how I could savour the moment. I hadn't thought to bring a syringe with a long needle as a weapon to surrender. Perhaps I could suddenly turn around and start running. Or smash the window and try to jump out of it. Or dive on the floor and roll between their legs....
"Are you Dr.....?" The huge guy jolted me to reality.
"Yes, I am."
He then proceeded to read me a summon.
"You have been summoned by her majesty's....to attend the inquest .....death of.......contempt of court......thousand pound fine.... ..Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do." I said and he handed me a summons letter and a pen to sign something.
Why was I so calm about it, you may want to know.
Well, the night before, after the hoax-like call, I got another phonecall from the Coroners court ( The court which investigates unexpected or suspicious deaths) and had been given details about the case. I had reviewed it and was pretty confident that I had no involvement and nothing to answer for.
I felt obliged to apologise for wasting their time but they had no idea about the details. Their job was to deliver the summon.
I looked at reception staff who were pretending to be busy with their work whilst obviously peeping and listening, to try and get an idea of what crimes kept me busy in my spare time.
I was hoping for someone to make eye contact so that I could get them to take a photo of me and Starsky and Hutch. No chance.
In the end I got dismissed from the case and never even got to attend court!
That was enough action for me. I'll stick to the other movie genres: Some Historical fiction, some Drama and some Mystery -trying to piece together information from symptoms and investigations to make a diagnosis.
Thank you very much.