Medium shot of Kemp standing outside GMC Towers.
KEMP (to camera): I’m on my way to meet a gang that has been regularly mixed up in spurious allegations, career assassination, perjury and perverting the course of justice. A truly notorious gang who have been terrorising innocent doctors for more than 150 years, while at the same time always looking after their own. A gang so fearsome in its reputation that its victims refer to it only by its initials. It is the gang simply known as (dramatic pause) The GMC.
Camera pans to GMC brass plate, then back to Kemp who walks into the building. Camera follows.
KEMP (over shoulder to camera as he walks): GMC Frontman Niall Dickson – street name Dicko – has agreed to meet me.
Camera moves to include Kemp and Reception desk.
KEMP: Hi there, I’m Ross. I’m unarmed (holds hand up). Umm. I’ve come to see Dicko.
Cut to plush office suite. Dicko and Kemp have just met. Dicko motions Kemp towards a comfy chair.
DICKO: Do sit down. It’s jolly decent to meet you.
Kemp sits down.
KEMP: Thank You. Hi.
DICKO: Would you like a nice cup of tea? It’s Earl Grey.
Camera closes in on a nervous looking Kemp.
KEMP (Voiceover): I’m now in a very difficult position. I don’t wish to show disrespect – on the other hand – I don’t like Earl Grey. I could see things were about to kick off, so I got out of there.
Cut to shot of Kemp bolting fast down corridor.
Cut to Kemp being shown into a room full of staff dressed in Nazi uniforms.
KEMP (Voiceover): Later on, I am allowed back in. Dicko agrees to let me meet the gang’s inner circle of enforcers – the group known simply as FTP. But immediately, I can tell something is not right. For a start, the whole gang are clearly off their heads.
KEMP (to room at large): Right – what’s going down?
NEAREST NAZI: Well, we’re having a really exciting day.
KEMP (Voiceover): I’m about to witness one of the most insidious sides to this gang. The deep vein of racism that runs through it.
SECOND NAZI: We’ve heard about an Asian doctor acting queer.
Kemps draws back.
KEMP (Voiceover): I could see things were about to kick off, so I got outa there.
Cut to shot of Kemp scarpering down corridor.
Cut to another GMC office. Kemp stands facing three men, one of whom is dressed as a barrister, and one woman.
KEMP: (Voiceover) Two days later, and I’m told it’s safe for me to return. Dicko agrees to let me meet an FTP panel.
KEMP: So – guys – umm – tell me about the Jane Barton hearing.
WEED (Panel Chairman): Oh, well, The Shark here can be jolly fierce (gestures towards the wigged barrister).
KEMP: (Voiceover) Tom Quark – street name The Shark – along with his attach-dog Fritz – is one of the GMC’s chief prosecutors. It’s important I stay on the right side of him. But I’m about to make a catastrophic error.
KEMP (To The Shark): So – it must have been easy to get a prosecution in Barton’s case, with all that morphine floating about.
KEMP (Voiceover): Immediately, I can tell something is wrong.
THE SHARK (snarling): Getting a prosecution? Barton wasn’t about getting a prosecution – it was about getting her off!
KEMP (Voiceover): I could see things were about to kick off, so I got outa there.
Cut to shot of Kemp scarpering down corridor.
KEMP (In moving car, to camera): I’ve just come back from a FTP panel hearing, umm, as you can see, I’m visibly shaking. In my last few minutes with the GMC I was invited to stay for lunch, and I was offered more Earl Grey, but when I heard there were going to be lashings involved, I got outa there – fast.
Next week I’m looking at one of the most least known gangs in the UK. The gang known simply as (dramatic pause) the CHRE.
Roll closing credits