Episode 2

You won't be the first nurse to go up the aisle expecting.

We're both married.

I have never felt like this.

(shouts in pain)

When did you lose it?

On the morning of the wedding.

He paid you.

I have not forgotten what Powell did.

I will use this.

What happens is up to you.

(thunder)

(woman wailing)

♫♫

♫When you move in right up close to me♫

♫That's when I get the shakes all over me♫

♫Quivers down the back bone♫

♫I got the shakes down the knee bone♫

♫Having tremors in the thigh bone...♫

MAN: Hello, darling.

WOMAN: Hello, handsome.

(knocks)

(trumpet playing)

Ah, Mr. Powell.

Come in.

Thank you.

Take five, Ernie, please.

Yeah, five bob a week, but they're lovely boys.

So...

Here we are, then.

This is my niece,

our Megan Grieves, and this is...

I'm Otto.

May I call you Megan?

So, when do you think you conceived?

Do you mind?

Thank you.

(exhales sharply)

(moans)

Shh, it's okay.

♫♫

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

(orchestra playing Peter Gunn theme song)

Thanks, darling.

Nothing so headless as a young girl

coming to London for the first time.

Don't you count it?

(footsteps approaching)

Right.

I need to get our young friend to a hospital.

Hospital?

Jean, I'd like you with Megan.

Where's your telephone?

Hospital?!

We might as well advertise why we're here.

Some idiot gave her a chemical douche.

That girl has nasty internal burns.

I wouldn't be surprised if she was septic.

Otto, please.

Charlie, go home.

I don't want Kathleen to come to hospital.

Then she won't.

Please don't leave me.

I promise you.

Have you had a baby, miss?

No.

No, I haven't.

But you are married?

Richie Truscott.

Years go by and then suddenly you're everywhere.

Margaret?

What an amazing surprise.

Can I get you a...

drink.

Well, if the walls could talk.

There'd barely be a marriage left in London.

(chuckles)

I don't like singles hovering at the bar.

Can give the wrong impression.

Surely old friends get special treatment.

None that I can think of.

Besides, old friends don't just vanish, do they?

What about your wife?

I don't have a...

Oh, come on, Richie.

You're a doctor.

You're bound to have bagged yourself a pretty little nurse?

Babies?

I do have a nurse at home.

No babies.

And a terrible desire to undress you.

Chin, chin.

Jeannie?

Is everything all right?

I left Richard a note saying I'd gone to the theatre.

Perhaps this isn't for you after the miscarriage.

Go home.

I can handle this.

And leave you without a nurse carrying the can?

(whispering): Sleep tight.

Well, good night, Mrs. Powell.

Good night, Mrs. J.

We have a friend.

They should bloody well arrest the aunt.

Let me sort this.

No, I'm not running away.

Never run away.

All right, all right...

POLICEMAN: So what time was the ambulance called?

Sir?

Thank you for your help.

Excuse me, sir?

This gentleman was passing,

he enquired whether there was anything he could do.

Thank you.

Very good.

If you'll excuse me,

my patient's in the back of that ambulance.

Right, good night then.

Hope it all works out.

Thank you.

But I need your name, sir.

Powell.

(engine starts)

(siren ringing)

How old are you now, Richie?

30.

I'm old enough to be your mother.

Well, I'd really rather not have her in my mind,

if you don't mind.

(chuckles)

(phone rings)

North Wing One?

WOMAN (on phone): Casualty admissions here, we have a young woman.

Emergency admission, Sister, I'll go.

Megan Grieves.

Possible pelvic infection and vaginal bleeding

after a potassium permanganate douche.

Thank you.

I'm Nurse Wilson.

We'll get you something for the pain.

POWELL: Consulting room, Nurse.

Prep an irrigation if you'd be so kind.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Coming here was not part of the plan.

I'd forgotten how much I missed it.

Yes, well, make yourself scarce

before someone starts asking questions.

Oh, how did you enjoy the theatre?

Always get your lies straight, Mrs. Truscott.

(door opens and closes)

Yuri Gagarin, single orbit of the Earth...

Charlie, dear?

We had a late list in theatre.

(sighs)

You are the worst possible liar.

Why do you do it?

I tell you what: I am famished.

You and Otto will be struck off.

And in prison.

Seriously.

Lily, please.

No, you, please!

Stop!

We need the money.

I could go back to work, at least until...

Don't be ridiculous.

You are my wife!

Besides, Lil, if Otto and I don't do it,

heaven help those poor girls.

"If Otto," "if Otto."

What about you, Charlie?

What about us?

(door creaks)

I thought you'd be fast asleep.

I was worried.

Where have you been,darling?

That junior consultants dinner, remember?

You know how these things drag on.

How about you?

Um... the theatre.

Something jolly, I hope.

Yes.

Very.

Jolly and long, darling.

It is rather late.

Working nights?

Sir.

I'll make sure Sister gets those in the morning.

You have an odd habit of running away from me

whenever I approach.

It could be that whenever you approach,

I have somewhere else I really ought to be.

You and Jean-- Mrs. Truscott--

know each other?

Yes, we worked together.

Briefly.

But I was surprised to see her here

with one of your patients, sir.

(whispering): The police are here to see you, sir.

Very good.

For you.

POLICEMAN: In here, sir.

Thank you.

Smoke?

Constable Weir here has it

that you summoned an ambulance to...

19 Lexington Mews, yes.

Why, Mr. Powell?

That's entirely between me and my patient.

(chuckles)

I'm sorry.

Detective Inspector Thompson.

Zealotry in the young can be tiresome,

but train a constable on the streets

and he reports what he sees.

For e.g., you carrying medical gas bottles

from the premises.

I'm not in the habit of abandoning

expensive equipment.

You are aware of Sections 58 and 59

of the Offenses against the Persons Act?

Again, what transpires between my patients and I

is confidential by law.

And by law, it is illegal to terminate...

I will give you this:

the young woman, my patient, is out of danger now.

Oh, and her unborn baby is also well.

Good evening.

(distant ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

Everything okay, Mrs. J?

Yes, it's just the laundry, Mrs. Powell.

POWELL: Now, I once knew a chap

who was doing this when he had the most almighty desire

to sneeze.

ELIZABETH: Time for school, Thomas, darling.

Yeah, I haven't seen the chap!

Pretty sure he ran away to join the circus.

What have you been doing?

Daddy's been teaching me.

Well, I have a brand new idea.

Thomas, why don't you stay with Mommy?

You too, Otto.

Well, this chap has school, you have a bridge morning

and I have half a million patients.

That bus won't wait, Master Powell.

Otto, I...

Elizabeth, are you all right?

It's difficult, this.

Yes, it is sometimes, isn't it?

You haven't forgotten tonight?

No excuses, Otto.

Jean and Richard are taking us out.

Don't be late.

Cold!

Cold!

I saw your parents yesterday at the hospital.

Why not just let them know you're all right?

No, he'll...

he'll show up here soon enough.

He's a police inspector.

They're good at finding people.

When should we go to the station?

We're not going anywhere, Dad.

What about your mother?

No, you don't know what father's like.

Ever since my brother Stewart drowned, he...

It did him in, you know?

(sighs)

Anyway, besides, I can look after you, can't I, Monty?

And I look after her.

I can.

Well, that's all right then.

♫♫

WOMAN: Miss Fairfax, please.

The GP said to pop in, so here I am.

TRUSCOTT: Now, Miss...

Fairfax?

Yes.

What seems to be the problem?

What can you feel?

Is this what they mean by giving your body to science?

Diagnosis, gentlemen?

MRS. TRUSCOTT: Why didn't you call trumps?

Just call trumps.

I didn't think I'd need to.

I think sandwiches might be preferable

to blood on the carpet, don't you?

Always call trumps, dear.

And please, in future, don't think.

(whispering): Elizabeth, I wonder if I might have a little word?

Was Otto terribly late last night?

He's usually...

Charlie was in the most... well, you know how he is.

Ah, Mrs. J, you saint.

Oh, they do look smashing.

One day, the police...

(whispering): Lily, please,

let's not always expect the worst.

You received Miss Grieves last night?

Admitted for...?

Inflammation, burning.

An attempted termination with potassium.

Yes.

And is the subject of a police inquiry.

Who brought her here?

Matron?

She came in an ambulance.

Oh, for pity's sake, child.

I don't know who you're trying to protect.

A woman I did not know came with her.

And Mr. Powell.

Off you go.

(phone ringing)

MULLIGAN: Chief Inspector Mulligan here.

No damage done, I'm pleased to report.

But that stuff is neither effective nor recommended.

Aunt Kathleen panicked.

Well, you're clearly feeling better.

Do you still want to go through with it?

No.

The moment he's born, I'm going to strap him to my back

and we'll go to Provence in France and paint.

What about the baby's father?

I haven't the foggiest idea where I'd find him.

I've shocked you.

Haven't you ever done anything simply out of desire?

Are you one of those blokes who has it all in control?

Well, I...

I wouldn't say that.

Oh, yes?

Everything thought through and planned before you do anything.

(chuckles)

Mr. Powell.

Everything okay, sir?

Yes, uh...

I'm just trying to work out what to say or do now

without thinking it through or planning it.

What are you talking about?

It's impossible.

Mr. Powell, I was interrogated coming on shift about...

The police are involved.

So I keep hearing.

And the nurse involved, I wouldn't want...

Well, as an ex-colleague, I wouldn't want anything bad

to happen to her.

Jean is a friend.

I won't let anything bad happen to her.

Trust me.

TRUSCOTT: To Mr. and Mrs. Boss!

Thank you.

For getting us two down the aisle like you did.

Well, this place isn't nearly as depraved

as the papers cut it out to be.

(chuckling): You sound disappointed.

Richie!

Jeannie's taken to going to the theatre.

What was it you saw last night, darling?

The reviews from My Fair Lady aren't all true, are they?

It was great, actually.

Dr. Truscott.

Margaret!

What a pleasure.

Otto Powell.

Hello.

POWELL: My wife Elizabeth.

Hello.

And you must be Mrs. Richard Truscott?

It's a pleasure.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I've known Margaret for years,

haven't I, darling?

I'll find out what chef likes best tonight, shall I?

Shall we dance?

(band playing jazz tune)

What's Richard playing at?

He's playing at hurting you, Jeannie, dear.

He's hurt, now he's going to hurt you back.

Dad's having a sleep.

The last thing I want is him waking up.

Maureen, would you mind?

That's a lovely scarf.

Mo, please.

If this is a lecture coming, Ange,

I can really think of places I'd rather be.

I just want to know why.

Sounds very much like a lecture, Ange.

The police are onto it.

Nothing happened, all right?

Jeannie, please.

I used to help Mr. Powell and Dr. Enderbury.

When I stopped, I suggested you so you could make a few quid.

But then you, all holier than thou,

refused to take their money,

and now you seem frightfully worried that I did help them.

I didn't do it often, if that's what you're thinking.

You don't need the money.

Jeannie, are you all right?

Right as rain.

Never better.

Mom used to do that.

What?

You know.

"Right as rain, never better."

I don't know what's going on.

I really don't.

Richard didn't come back last night.

What do you mean?

Just that.

We were out with Mr. and Mrs. Powell

and then suddenly he said he had an emergency

and he had to go.

There probably was an emergency at the hospital.

I'm just imagining things.

I'm playing bridge now, Ange.

Tomorrow, Mr. and Mrs. Truscott are taking us to the races

at Newbury.

Next thing I know,

I'll be buried in the family cemetery.

What, Ange?

I just wanted to warn you, that's all.

There was no emergency, Jeannie.

I was working nights.

Richard didn't come to the hospital.

What are you going to do?

Hey.

Time to get back to the real world.

Can you do this up for me, darling?

Thank you.

You know, you are everything I remember.

A little storm damaged?

God, no!

More beautiful.

More ravishing.

What the hell are you doing?

Making love to you.

No, I mean last night.

Bringing them all to the restaurant?

Hmm, Richard?

Do not make the mistake of thinking you can play

with me or her.

We will tear you to shreds.

(giggles)

I mean it, Richard!

I'm sorry, I've...

I've changed my mind about the operation.

Miss Fairfax, this is Mr. Powell.

(sniffling): I can't... go ahead.

Madam, you should not be wasting the consultant's time.

Sorry, I'm fine, I just...

I just don't want to be a bother.

Chaps, tell you what, why don't you go and write up

exactly what we've decided to do with Mrs. Palmer?

Three minutes, gentlemen.

The op?

The general?

Look, you can of course leave us,

but I'd be much happier if we made sure that polyp

was nothing nastier, wouldn't you?

We are all often frightened,

but sometimes we have to face what frightens us.

And most usually, we get through.

It's all right.

Come on.

You promise, Dr. Enderbury.

You return the money they gave

and you aren't guilty of anything.

Dr. Enderbury?

Actually, I was looking for a patient.

That's handy.

I have 22 of them.

No, a Megan...

Grieves?

She's just a friend of a friend.

She left with her aunt five minutes ago.

Gosh, that is impressive.

I remember you.

You were at the house.

Would you please give this back to your aunt?

You give it to her yourself.

This is for you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You gave me money to perform a procedure on...

I did no such thing.

Come on, Megan, love.

It's the truth.

Not as I remember it.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry

to have kept you.

I've questioned everyone who was on duty that night,

and as yet, I can find no one

who appears to be involved in the attempted termination.

Thank you for coming, Chief Inspector.

Can I get you...?

Well, to come to the point.

I telephoned and asked you to meet

because I have told Mr. Powell, Otto,

exactly what is happening.

He was shocked, naturally, but clear that he...

we have nothing to hide.

So I telephoned you and asked you to meet

to tell you to get out of our life.

It's outrageous what you've done.

Creeping into our home, threatening...

Oh.

You see, I do have photographs of the scene in Cyprus.

And your statements.

All the evidence to destroy your lives.

Forensic science wasn't cutting edge back then,

and I only let the matter rest because of available resources.

Faced, as we were,

with policing a complicated and troubled island,

a second-rate doctor like Otto Powell

with an affection for the bottle

was not our first priority.

Seeing him now still, at best, contemptuous of the law, well...

Hideous.

It's over for him.

And you.

Over.

Please!

Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector, please.

Please, all I'm trying to do,

all I've ever tried to do, is protect...

Thomas?

We do everything to protect our...

But anything can happen to them

when they're out of our sight.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I want you.

And all that Powell has.

I can't help myself.

Such a to-do yesterday morning, hmm?

The police are interested

in the provenance of one our patients.

A girl who had attempted an abortion.

They were asking questions, looking under every stone,

quite like a thriller.

Otto?

Charlie...

They cannot arrest you

for helping somebody into an ambulance, can they?

Get a grip.

Old man?

Jeannie, darling?

Oh, come on, Jeannie,

Mom and Dad are about to arrive.

We're going to the races.

I'm not coming.

I don't think I feel like it.

Don't be daft, they'll be here in a minute.

I do mean it, Jeannie.

Tell me the truth.

Come on, old girl, you know you're the tops.

Thanks for that,

but try, just for once, to tell me the truth.

I love you, I'm certain of it.

That's the whole truth.

And?

"And?"

Her?

Margaret?

It was a long time ago.

You had lipstick on your collar, Richard.

Did I?

Do not take me for an idiot!

I might just be a nurse

and not from somewhere all hoity-toity,

but I will not be made a fool!

You threw a plate.

You threw a plate.

(door buzzer)

Oh, bugger.

Jeannie...

I'll be no time at all.

But I mean it, Richard.

DIANA: Sister?

I am leaving Nurse Wilson with you

to make sure that you don't run off

and fly in your airplane back to Trinidad without me.

(chuckles)

Thank you, Sister.

Stay with me, please, nurse.

ENDERBURY: Miss Fairfax?

Counting down from ten.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven...

POWELL: Right, gentlemen.

This is a standard polyp removal and D&C.

I will follow it with a dilatation and then curettage.

It should take no more than ten minutes.

Miss Fairfax has had occasional bleeding

between periods.

POWELL: Could you ask yourselves what histology

I will be requesting of the laboratory?

There we are.

Let's move on to the D&C.

Five more minutes, please, Dr. Enderbury.

Dr. Enderbury?

I'm sorry?

Yes, yes, of course.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Good afternoon, Missus, may I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for my son, Thomas Powell?

It's only 2:30, Mrs. Powell.

Yes, of course it is.

It's just, well, I...

I want him home, you see.

Run along, Lower Nine.

Please, gentlemen, chop chop.

Powell, yes, right-o.

He should be on the playing fields.

So kind.

But Mrs. Powell?

Mrs. Powell!

BOY: Catch it!

MAN: Catch it, Symonds!

Stop playing.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Thomas Powell!

Tommy?

Tommy?

Tommy, darling!

Tommy!

Powell, is that your mother?

Tommy!

Tommy!

Tommy!

Tommy, darling!

Yes...

Tommy!

POWELL: There we are.

Thank you, theatre.

Dr. Enderbury?

Her BP is dropping.

It's 70 over 50, Mr. Powell.

(breathing rapidly)

POWELL: Can I help, Charlie?

Cardiac arrest!

Charlie...

Charlie!

Thank you, theatre.

Sister, would you be so kind as to ask my house surgeon

to contact the coroner's office, thank you.

NURSE: Of course.

THOMAS: Can we go home, please?

BOY: Look, there's Tommy with his mum!

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I thought you had a match, I wanted to...

Please start the car.

Please!

I think Mrs. J might just have a treat for you.

ENDERBURY: I don't know what happened, I really don't.

MEHTA: Please, Dr. Enderbury, go home.

I will inspect the machinery.

There will be an inquiry.

You can do no more.

POWELL: It could have been something undetected.

We'll find out with the postmortem.

I encouraged her, against her fear.

I should be back to the ward, Mr. Powell.

Life is an easy thing to lose.

And to waste.

Dearest.

Good day?

You?

Super, actually.

I think I may have killed a patient.

That Inspector came.

Again.

He asked me to give you this.

He said you would prefer it if Mr. Powell knew nothing.

Yes.

It's a silly business, really.

I...

Please, Mrs. J.

Aha.

You've traded four wheels for two, I see, Dr. Enderbury.

Actually...

(inhales sharply)

Morris is at the garage again.

Reliable simplicity, hmm?

Quite enjoyable, I thought.

Have you had to cycle far?

No.

Must be going on nine miles, I suppose.

(birds chirping)

(phone ringing)

Powell residence.

Hello.

Please may I speak with Mrs. Powell?

It's Mrs. Truscott.

Mrs. Powell's just stepped out.

Please be so kind as to inform Mrs. Powell

I telephoned to invite Mr. and Mrs. Powell

to dine here on Friday?

Yes, I'll be sure to give her the message.

Goodbye.

Good morning, Doctor.

Just, you know, checking the equipment before the meeting.

Between us, eh?

POWELL: I'd removed the polyp

and completed the dilatation and curettage

when Dr. Enderbury alerted me

that Miss Fairfax's cardiac rhythm was erratic.

She arrested moments after.

This procedure, Mr. Powell,

had lasted how long, do you estimate?

20 minutes.

What are you suggesting, Professor?

A simple error of timing on Dr. Enderbury's part.

We can all make mistakes.

Although I would gladly entrust my life to Charlie Enderbury.

He's been my colleague for 15 years.

A procedural error, though understandable,

but catastrophic.

If there was any error, it was mine.

That is not what I'm suggesting.

I know exactly what you're suggesting.

Lily?

What are you doing here?

Oh, nothing.

Actually, it's this sad Miss Fairfax inquiry thingy.

Dr. Enderbury takes these things very seriously.

Well, that's what I see.

I expect he's the unflinching doctor

around this neck of the woods.

So no patter of tiny feet yet, then?

Gosh, no.

Last thing Dr. Enderbury needs is me moaning and swelling up.

And how is he?

Not working too hard?

You know what they're like.

With Mr. Powell, I mean.

Oh, my husband is very much his own man, Matron.

You'll find him in the conference room.

They certainly took their time.

No, honestly.

It's rare we get in the room together.

Lily.

I was doing my errands and thought I'd pop in.

Oh, and Mr. and Mrs. Truscott wondered

if we were free for supper Friday evening.

Well, one thing at a time, Lily.

Lily, you look enchanting this morning.

Don't you think, Charlie?

And really, you shouldn't have come.

No, you are right.

I wanted you to know just how much I love you.

MAN: Dr. Enderbury.

If you don't mind.

ENDERBURY: And naturally, after the tragedy

I checked both the equipment and our procedures.

And again this morning you checked the equipment,

a little birdie told me, no?

So if we rule out a technical malfunction, we are left with,

as Mr. Powell suggested, a human error.

Or a pulmonary embolism or some other natural cause.

Were you under any undue anxiety?

Mehta?

Rumor has it that Dr. Enderbury had been assisting Mr. Powell

with a private patient.

No.

The very night before the unfortunate Miss Fairfax

had passed away.

And Matron Vosper tells me

that the police had mentioned...

Oh, that, yes.

The emergency admission.

It wasn't here, though.

So where?

At a house.

But nothing happened.

Can I ask what private procedure required an anesthetist

at night at a private residence?

I have never seen anything as beautiful.

I didn't ask you into my life, did I, Mrs. Powell?

I never expected...

but things...

No!

Inspector.

Not like this.

I will tell you when and where.

Now get out of the car.

Right.

Yes, Sister?

I have a job for you.

Leaving at dawn.

Mr. Powell needs a nurse to assist him

with a multiple delivery in Dorset

and he asked for you specifically.

Now, if I was you, I'd forget I ever even told you

and go home and get a good night's sleep.

You hear me?

I do.

Mmm, and...?

I've forgotten you ever told me.

(chuckles)

(doorbell rings)

What do you want, Richie?

It's the middle of the night for me.

You look rough, darling.

I've been up all night.

It was an emergency.

Treating a patient that was desperately ill.

It made me want you.

(laughs)

Christ, how romantic.

But I've realized I love you.

You don't have to love me, you know.

I swear I do.

Look.

Listen.

What happens here has got nothing to do with love,

all right?

You save that love for your beautiful Jean, Richie.

What happens here...

is simply to do with pleasure.

Do you understand?

Mr. Powell.

Good morning, sir.

The rumor mill has it you're off to Dorset

for a multiple delivery with preeclampsia.

I would give my left leg to witness you at work

and if I could be of any use, I...

Sorry, one day I will be Dr. Cohen,

but right now I'm more comfortable with Sam.

Sam, I'm afraid I really...

I actually cannot think of an excuse not to take you.

I will be indispensable.

Right.

Rather against my better judgment, I...

SAM: Hello, nurse.

Oh.

Cohen.

But I am...

He is more comfortable as Sam,

and he is indispensable, Nurse Wilson.

Is he, Mr. Powell?

Well, I certainly hope I'm not the gooseberry.

Mrs. Powell?

I'm not late?

Heavens, no.

But do let's keep our voices down.

Thomas is still asleep.

Mr. Powell announced late last night

he'd been summoned on a mercy mission,

so I thought this might be a good few days

to introduce him to your parents.

In Selsey.

A little holiday.

We talked about half term.

Sea air will clear that nasty chest

he seems to have acquired, don't you think?

MRS. J: But he has school.

ELIZABETH: I'll telephone the secretary.

There's a coach up to Victoria

and then I imagine a train up to Chichester.

You could bring me back some rock.

Truscott, have you seen Otto anywhere, old man?

MEHTA: Mr. Powell, I understand,

is in Dorset--

a multiple births with complications.

ENDERBURY: Ah, that's right.

Completely slipped my mind.

No one to hold your hand, Charlie?

The King is dead!

Long live the King!

TRUSCOTT: ...with an unconscious girl for five minutes

without there being a...

Jeannie!

There you are.

I've been everywhere.

I wanted to tell you that we're having the Friday evening do.

There's a good chap.

What are you doing here?

Seeing as you didn't come home...

We were rushed off our feet all night.

I thought it'd be better if I came here

to tell you myself.

I've invited Dr. and Mrs. Taj Mahal...

...the Powells, Charlie and Lily.

I can do it.

I can.

And your mother and father.

But Jeannie, you can't cook, and my mother...

Lily's promised to help.

Well, rather more than help, but that's not the point, is it?

I thought this was what you wanted.

Anyway, everyone said they'd be delighted.

8:00.

Don't be late.

You slept.

Short night.

Attention!

Hello-- Jackson.

You must be Powell.

We've cleared you a bed at the nurse's cottage.

We're a team, Sister, very modern.

And we have booked three rooms at the Bull's Head.

Shall we visit our patient?

JACKSON: Ah, after you.

ELIZABETH: Oh, don't you look

every bit the brave soldier!

You'll have a marvelous time, won't you?

Won't he?

(horn honking)

That'll be the taxi.

Now, Thomas, dear,

I want you to take particular care of Mrs. J

and not leave her on the train or lose her at Victoria.

For heaven's sake, go.

MRS. J:Come on.

Bye, darling.

Bye!

Preeclamptic toxemia, Mr. Powell,

and three fetal hearts.

Thank you, Dr. Jackson.

Miss Deacon, sir.

Good morning, young lady.

(woman clears throat)

Madam.

WOMAN: ...the doctoring services, Mr. Powell,

then I would rather stay in the room, sir.

POWELL: If you must, madam.

Now, Alice...

Yes, Chief Inspector Mulligan, please.

MULLIGAN: Chief Inspector Mulligan speaking.

ELIZABETH: Hello, Inspector.

You can come to the house at 8:00.

And bring the statements and the photographs, please.

I'll be there.

SAM: What's your poison, sir?

Apple juice.

Ah.

Nurse Wilson?

Gin and tonic.

(sighs)

You don't need to say...

Oh, I think I do.

Have we really driven for six hours

to deliver babies that are going to be taken

from their mother the moment they've opened their lungs?

No.

We've driven for six hours to ensure

that neither Miss Deacon or her babies come to any harm.

And it isn't just that.

What?

Why I asked you.

SAM: I've gone over to the dark side,

I'm afraid, Mr. Powell.

You know, that social worker might have been sodding Gestapo.

We are medics.

Doesn't mean we can't stop terrible things happening.

No, but it does mean that our judgments are based

on things we can influence

rather than things we might hope or feel.

That is so...

Cheers, anyway.

And thank you, sir, for allowing me to join you

on what has become a nightmare story

of babies being ripped from their mother's bosom.

To moral certainty!

He didn't mean that, did you, Sam?

Yes and no?

However, at this precise moment I am torn

between committing professional suicide

or going to the toilet.

I didn't actually intend

to bring a chaperone.

He's sort of irresistible.

If you like puppies.

They have their place.

Well, I am exhausted and off to bed.

Early night.

Nurse Wilson.

Yes, Mr. Powell?

Sleep well.

What did I say?

I thought I was walking the line between charm

and sensitive effortlessly.

It's not you.

She's tired.

Well, she is absolute bloody dynamite,

if you ask me, Mr. Powell.

I probably shouldn't have brought her.

Oh, I don't know, sir.

Don't drink, or just not tonight?

If you don't mind me asking.

An inquiring mind should know its limits, Cohen.

Sorry, sir, if I'm too forward.

I don't drink because I once, under the influence,

made a terrible mistake.

Cheers.

Cheers.

(car approaching, engine turns off)

(knocking)

Charlie.

Elizabeth, I'm sorry.

I was going to telephone, but...

Otto's not here.

No, I know, that's why I...

Can I come in?

Can I get you something, Charlie?

No, no, thank you.

I, uh...

Is everything all right, Elizabeth?

Yes, I... just was surprised.

I wasn't expecting anyone.

Where's Tommy?

Mrs. J wanted to see her mother.

He had a nasty chest, so they're in Selsey.

So, well, they thought they'd make a trip of it

for a few days.

And so I'm here, alone.

Otto, delivering babies.

Yes.

You know, a whiskey soda would...

Coming right up.

Actually, it was, in fact, Otto

I wanted to talk to you about.

Chin chin.

You see, I'm...

I could be in a touch of bother.

Oh, you know, I do worry

and I do absolutely rely on Otto.

Are you sure you're all right, Elizabeth?

Whatever do you mean?

You seem...

Well, distracted.

Good heavens, no.

I wouldn't be in this mess

if it wasn't for Otto and his specials.

And do you know, dear Elizabeth,

if a police inspector was to walk in here right now,

I'm not sure I wouldn't just put my hands up and say,

"Guilty as charged."

I'm afraid that one day,

he is going to leave me hanging in the wind.

Otto cares for you like a brother.

I don't think so.

I don't think Otto cares for anyone but himself.

Charlie, that's a terrible thing to say.

I can feel the noose tightening.

Otto should know from me.

I will not keep silent about what happened in Cyprus.

About him and you.

I'm sorry, Elizabeth, forever, if...

Charlie...

I-- we-- lied for him.

I had blood on my hands and I am lying still.

You are, too.

Charlie, Otto will never let you down, or me.

I know that.

Besides, you are a very special friend.

Yes.

Could be that poor woman died of natural causes.

No fault.

Could be.

What was Dr. Enderbury doing here just now?

He arrived unannounced, Inspector.

Please, Elizabeth.

There is no reason to lie to me.

I'm not.

Now, would you please give me the statements

and the photographs you have?

You are so beautiful.

I asked for the best money could buy.

The young lady laughed and said it must be

for someone very special.

I need the statements.

Of course.

I don't want to hurt you.

(crying softly)

You'd better go, Inspector.

Ronald... please.

You've been in my head.

Driving me wild.

I've not slept thinking about you,

imagining us together.

But then to...

so quickly.

I'm sorry.

Please.

I've done what you wanted.

Now just give me the statements and the photographs.

(sobbing)

What have I become?

There's a part of me...

There's a part of me that's missing.

My son died and I've been looking,

searching to fill that part, but...

Not like this.

(sobbing)

Not like this.

It's all right, Ronald.

Just give me what you have, and then we can...

I didn't bring them.

I was convinced you were trying to trick me.

I'm sorry.

(bell tolling in distance)

(Alice panting)

(Alice crying out in pain)

Oh, God, oh, God!

(baby crying)

(baby crying)

(baby crying)

Mummy!

Darling!

I absolutely begged Mrs. J

to come back early because I left him!

Well, I suspect he missed you just as much as you miss him.

This one looks just like my da.

He's strong.

Like my da.

Ah, there you are.

I was just on my way.

Shall we?

POWELL: We're lucky that Alice is alive

and has three healthy babies.

We are not like you people from London, Doctor.

A child conceived out of wedlock is one thing.

Her father forced himself on her.

He is the father of those children,

and Miss Deacon is a minor.

Yes, Mr. Powell.

We will care for them and Alice when she turns to us.

Thank you for what you've done.

Seeing those babies being delivered,

the way you helped Alice,

I don't think I've ever felt more alive or happier.

And then to be told they were...

Do you think that life is always like this,

playing tricks on you?

I think...

Truthfully?

I think there's only ever today.

Now.

I wish...

♫Do yourself a favor♫

♫Have a medley♫

Medical grade, I'm hoping.

(engine starting)

MEHTA: Lack of oxygen, is, of course, the root of all this.

If a patient...

Ah, Dr. Enderbury, good news!

Natural causes.

As we always thought,

Miss Fairfax died of natural causes.

Obviously, the danger with cerebral hypoxia cannot be...

I'm home, dearest.

We want ample time to get you to the Truscotts'.

You're early, darling.

I know how Jean is relying on you.

Something else, though.

Something else.

I didn't make a mistake.

No, I was sure.

But you see, I wasn't.

I know what I am doing and all this has been eating me up.

And for what reason?

Lily?

Thank you.

Good night.

All I want to do is stop feeling what I'm feeling, but I can't.

And I do not know what to do anymore.

I just want to be near you, nothing more.

Good night.

SAM: Good night.

That nurse.

Do you think... me and her?

Sir?

Well, you never know, do you?

(engine starts)

POWELL: Would you like to telephone

your husband, Mrs. Dalton?

I always found marriage rather too ball-and-chain

for my taste, Dr. Powell.

Is there anyone?

I run a restaurant in a nightclub.

What do you think?

So, it's that serious?

The tests, the biopsies, should tell me more.

Hmm.

Yes.

Well, I always argued live for the moment.

I suppose I've been a fool.

You should have come to see me months ago.

The symptoms...

Yeah, like I said, I...

What are you going to say to Richard Truscott?

How on earth do you know about that?

The moment he introduced us at dinner.

You don't have to face this alone.

I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do.

What time is it?

Late.

What about Jean?

(laughing)

Oh, Lil, where the sodding heck are you?

(buzzer)

Coming, Lil.

I know we are early,

but one cannot make sense of the London Underground

and we could hardly walk the streets

dressed like this.

This is my good wife, Professor Mehta.

But we mere mortals are sometimes allowed

to call her Patricia.

Please, do come in.

Thank you.

Drink?

What can I...?

Where is Dr. Truscott?

Oh, he's just obsessed by his patients,

working every hour, God...

Gin?

Good evening.

Oh, my God, I want you so badly,

I really do.

I slipped in downstairs...

You've got a perfectly good wife for that sort of thing.

Can I have both of you?

(chuckling): You monstrous man.

No, Richard, no-- no, seriously.

If we're all still alive in five years, let's meet again.

As adults.

Just for pleasure.

We are ever so lucky.

Richard's parents were frightfully generous.

He was in oil.

He went to India.

Maybe you met him.

(door buzzer)

That'll be Lil.

I'll go.

So, a professor?

Of International Affairs, University of London.

JEAN: Gosh almighty, you must be an absolute brain box.

Gin and tonic, please.

MRS. TRUSCOTT: Jean, dearest.

Thomas got very anxious in Selsey.

Children worry at things.

Everything, and I mean everything I do

is for Thomas and Thomas alone.

Please, Mrs. J.

Now.

I shouldn't be late.

And I'm not at all sure whether Mr. Powell

will be back in time to join me

or whether he'll come straight home.

Right, let's take a look.

Jean, when did you put this in?

Just now, a second ago.

(hiccups)

The first thing she said was, "Where's my bracelet?"

"Doctor, where's my bracelet?"

And all the theatre could say was,

"Luckily, not where you left it."

(everyone laughs)

That's really quite funny.

I thank you.

Buh-boom.

Dearest.

You're working too hard.

Are you feeling guilty, Dr. Truscott?

Oh, these are for you, darling.

Where have you been?

You're late.

You promised me this morning you wouldn't be late.

You promised you would tell me the truth.

Professor Mehta, do you know Johnny Dankworth?

(whispering)

ELIZABETH (softly): What a spread!

This is delicious, Jean.

You should have said we were vegetarians.

You look quite transformed, Mrs. Enderbury.

Something changed?

No, whatever do you mean?

Cheers, everyone.

I wonder if we haven't had enough.

Now, Mother.

Whatever do you mean, dearest?

Let Jeannie be.

Whatever you say.

It's been a delight to meet you.

You don't have to go, Mother.

But we're clearly not welcome here.

Of course you are.

Mr. Truscott?

Mrs. Powell, it is always a pleasure.

Please don't go.

It meant everything to me

inviting you and everyone and...

I should have known not to drink...

not to try and cook

boeuf sodding bourguignon.

Even with Lil,

I can't.

I know I've always been and always will be

a disappointment to you, Mrs. Truscott,

and there's nothing I can do about that.

Jean...

No, Richie.

Do what you want.

Go back to wherever it is you go,

keep doing whatever it is you're doing.

I love you, but I can't live without...

love.

(knocking at door)

Stay there.

Jeannie?

JEAN: I can't pretend to be someone I'm not.

And Richard can't pretend to care for me, I suppose.

I think he does, you know.

You're just saying that because that's what I want to hear.

No, because he doesn't know

how to show you what he feels.

But that woman.

I suspect there's a lot of your husband

pretending not to feel what he really feels.

Mrs. J.

Where's Mrs. Powell?

When did she say she'd be home?

At 11:00.

She was dining with Mr. and Mrs. Truscott.

It's after midnight.

I'm sure she's on her way.

Perhaps the party was more fun than we might imagine.

Well, good night.

Go home, I'll wait up.

Let me have the statements and the photographs.

Please.

You promised.

But I'll lose you if I give them to you.

Please.

I'll lose you, Elizabeth.

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I've been thinking.

We should... We should.

You breathe my name to him, and his charmed life is over.

And yours.

I am not going to prison.

POWELL: I will handle this.

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