Episode 3 | 1h 22m 27s | Video has closed captioning.
Otto and Elizabeth’s strange marriage becomes plain. Jean forms an unlikely bond with Margaret. Mulligan breaks down. A climactic series of events is kicked off by a swimsuit contest. The intertwined fates of doctors, nurses, spouses and a police inspector converge.
Aired: 09/07/14
Expired: 10/07/14
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but I can't.
I just want to be near you, nothing more.
I love you, but I can't live without love.
MARGARET: It's that serious?
The tests...
The biopsy should tell me more.
ELIZABETH: Let me have the statements and the photographs.
But I'll lose you if I give them to you.
Please.
CUMMING: (thunder)
(woman wailing)
Can I get your bags?
No, no, no, I'm stronger than I look.
Ma'am.
SISTER: In here, Mr. Powell.
(knock)
So...
When do you cut me open?
First thing tomorrow.
Splendid.
♫♫
WOMAN: The aviary, which was designed by an unknown architect,
was finally completed in 1889.
Far too hot to hurry.
WOMAN: Whenever the Baron was in residence,
he used to come here to feed the birds.
We're told the birds actually recognized his voice.
We'll just step in here.
Mrs. Powell.
What a surprise.
Mr. Mulligan...
Mrs. Enderbury.
Mrs. Enderbury.
Oh, enchanted.
Marvelous, isn't it?
(birds twittering)
Do you think the birds are happy?
I'd say they are.
They're singing anyway.
Are you interested in gardening, Mr. Mulligan?
Silly question.
You must be or you wouldn't be here.
Ooh, hold on tight, we're moving.
You go ahead, Lily,
I just want a private word with Mr. Mulligan.
What are you doing here?
We got off on the wrong foot.
You promised me the files.
You forced me to let you... do what you did.
And then didn't keep your word.
I'm not proud of that.
The lie or the rape?
It wasn't that, don't call it that, please.
I'm here to ask you, to beg you,
to put all that behind us.
So we can start again.
There are no files.
You had nothing.
Very pleased to meet your friend.
Mrs. Charles Enderbury?
Your husband's accomplice.
LILY: He seemed... very nice.
Your mysterious man.
Shut up.
Sorry.
Lily, please, really, it's so important.
You mustn't mention him to anyone.
Not Otto, not Charlie.
All right.
Especially not Charlie.
You promise?
Good.
Thank you.
We need never refer to it again.
Right.
Better catch up with the tour.
Stifling today.
Yes, isn't it?
I'd kill for an ice.
TRUSCOTT: You'll be wearing a bikini in no time.
Right, chaps, on we go.
Dr. Truscott?
A quick word.
Stand easy, chaps.
Thought I should let you know.
Margaret Dalton's here, in a private room.
What?
Margaret came to see me last week.
Abdominal pain, loss of appetite,
some bleeding after sex.
You weren't aware of that?
You examined her?
And sent a smear to the lab.
She has cervical cancer.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad.
No, don't be ridiculous.
I barely know her.
I'm operating tomorrow.
Right, well, if it's just the cervix
we can whip it out in a trice.
If it's spread, hysterectomy.
Yes, we'll see.
Mind if I come along for the ride?
Not at all.
Excellent.
(elevator bell dings)
Fancy meeting you here.
(chuckling): Yes.
A doctor in a hospital.
Bizarre.
I phoned you last week.
A couple of times.
Called round at the flat.
Yes, well, I've been rather incommunicado.
Sorry.
No.
No, understood.
So, Powell been treating you all right?
Conceited bastard.
(chuckles)
Thinks he's the best gynae surgeon in London.
But I'll let you into a little secret.
He is.
Well, aren't I the lucky one?
Landing on my feet.
Mehta will cover for me tomorrow.
I've got an appointment.
Fine.
Yes, no, it's about another job.
At St. Albans, Head of Department.
Oh, terrific.
Yes.
Sorry to spring it on you.
They got in touch last week.
Wanted a reference.
You didn't mention it.
You didn't mention it.
No.
Bit worried about leaving you in the lurch.
No, don't, old chap.
I can always get someone else.
What about the specials?
Yes, those too.
Honestly, Charlie, it's your life, your career.
Please.
Pursue it.
Now buzz off.
Thanks, old man.
Oh...
Best of bloody luck.
How did Oliver's father die?
I don't remember in the book.
(doorbell ringing)
They may tell us in the show.
MAN: Madam.
Oh, thank you.
They're beautiful.
Shall I put them in water?
Throw them away.
Please.
I shouldn't like to be an orphan.
Well, you won't be one.
We'll need to hurry if we're meeting Daddy.
Before you go, nurse, could you fetch Mrs. Baker's notes?
Nurse.
Nurse?
I...
I've been thinking.
We should...
We should...?
Talk or...
Let's get out of here.
Thank you, ma'am.
Daddy!
Elizabeth, this is Nurse Wilson.
Mrs. Powell.
And our son, Thomas.
Pleased to meet you.
Likewise.
We're going to see Oliver!
at the theater.
Hope you enjoy it.
Thank you.
Are you excited?
Me too.
Who's that?
It's me, Dad.
Hello, Jean.
Just been up reading in my bedroom.
You just carry on, Mo.
Jeanie.
What are you standing there for?
Like a lemon?
Come and sit down.
I'm not a lemon.
Sit yourself down.
Your sister's at work, at the hospital.
You seem well today, Dad.
I'm always well, always well.
And you?
Yeah.
I'm fine.
Cup of tea?
Did you ever... love anyone else,
apart from Mum?
No.
Always her.
From the first dance.
You were lucky.
And so was she.
And you will be too.
Don't you worry.
I'll walk you down the aisle.
You don't mind me coming, do you?
I don't want to cramp your style.
You look... terrific.
Charlie, the neighbors!
Damn the neighbors.
Charlie...
(giggles)
It's like we're on an adventure.
Sorry, you can't eat or drink.
Got a light?
See you on the other side.
Old friends.
Dr. Enderbury?
Watson.
Welcome.
Pleasure.
Slight change of plan.
Mr. Soames is tied up in emergency surgery.
Unexpected Complications.
The old U.C.
Unexpected Complications.
So, let me give you a tour of the ship,
and then after you've had a break for lunch,
could we reconvene here at 2:00?
Fine.
Thank you.
Mr. Soames is eager to meet you.
We've seldom seen such glowing references.
Can't believe everything you hear.
They said you were modest.
Not that modest.
Let's go and look at it.
Carcinoma widespread.
Pelvis, glands.
Jesus...
We can take out the ovaries,
the cervix and the uterus, but the cancer's rampant.
We can't cut it all out.
We ha...
We have to try.
No, we don't.
Because, I repeat, it's not possible.
If you won't, I will.
I beg your pardon?
She'll die if I don't.
She'll die now if you do.
She's my patient, Mr. Truscott.
I can't allow you to kill her.
Lovely day.
She'll be conscious in a minute.
Someone has to tell her.
Not sure I'm up to that.
You are.
You will be.
How are you feeling?
Bit woozy.
Too many G and Ts.
(chuckles)
So?
Everything okay?
There's noth...
There's nothing we can do.
You must have known six months ago.
Some pain, which you ignored
because you're so...
independent, so...
so flawless.
I should've noticed.
I should've seen, but I couldn't...
I couldn't because I could never imagine
anything wrong with you.
I'm very grateful for that.
Please don't blame yourself.
Come here.
Come here.
Come.
How long have I got?
Months?
Weeks?
Maybe.
Guess who?
(giggling): Charlie...
Surgeon was in theater.
Got to be back in an hour.
It's such a lovely town, Charlie.
I saw a darling little house for sale.
It's all there for the taking.
So, what can we do with an hour?
(giggling)
Gosh...
S-M-I-T-H.
No luggage.
Come on, Mrs. Smith, we haven't got all day.
(giggles)
Not a bad little boat, is she?
Could've done a job at Dunkirk.
Is this what you've brought me to see?
This is where I've kept them in recent weeks.
Kept what?
The files.
(humming)
Take a peek.
You know whose it is, don't you?
Where I found it?
The dead man's blood-stained shoe.
Proof, if proof were needed,
to convict both Powell and Enderbury.
No, keep it.
Feel free.
A reminder.
There's more here: photos, statements, et cetera.
You're not seeing her at her best.
We used to keep her spick-and-span.
He'd help me, Stewart would.
My son.
How old was he?
Nine.
We was upriver, in this boat,
in a lock.
He liked the locks, water pouring in,
lifting us slowly up.
My wife and daughter were in the cabin
making the sandwiches
and I was chatting to the lock-keeper.
I heard Stewart laughing.
He called, "Dad, Dad."
I thought he must have seen something,
but you don't interrupt your father...
(voice breaking): You don't interrupt your father
when he's talking, do you?
Do you?
"Stop it, Ronald, stop it."
I didn't hear him go in.
He drowned.
He drowned.
We let the water out of the lock
and found him.
One moment, you're laughing.
The next, you disappear.
And my heart stopped.
Until I saw you.
Again.
Again?
I haven't told you about the first time.
It was a baking day, the Cypriot sun beating down.
I came into the cool dark of a convent hospital.
A bare room.
Like a chapel.
Light from a high window.
And a bed.
And in that bed, a woman lay unconscious.
I looked at her...
...and I could hardly breathe.
It was as if the light, somehow, was shining from her.
You were the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.
You still are.
You should think about your wife, your daughter.
No.
I just want you.
You and Thomas.
You can't have Thomas.
You may have had me, but you can never have Thomas.
Never.
I don't want to use it, Elizabeth.
Then restore some honor, Inspector, and don't.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
I felt awful.
So did I.
Bad timing.
Bad timing.
(doorbell buzzing)
Otto?
Job for you.
Private patient, day shift.
Here's her address.
And who said I wanted a job?
She's dying.
Cervical cancer, needs a nurse.
I'm a housewife.
No, you're not.
Of course we'll miss you when we're gone,
but you must come and see us.
And the cathedral.
Did I say there was a cathedral?
Well, fingers crossed.
Must be so nice to go somewhere new where nobody knows you.
Just take Thomas and start afresh.
And Otto?
Yes, of course.
Thomas needs a father.
I didn't mention the...
you know, your friend
to Charlie or anyone.
Good.
(phone ringing)
North Wing One.
Sister Neville speaking.
Hold one moment.
Nurse.
Telephone.
Hello?
I phoned Jean, but she's not there.
He ran out of the house and I can't get him back.
All right, Mo.
He's in the park.
I'm coming.
Sorry, Sister, I need to go home.
What's the problem?
Gas leak.
Gas?
You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, young lady?
Go on, do what you have to do.
Thank you.
I'm getting the bus.
My car will be quicker.
But you'll be in it.
Well, how about I don't talk?
I'll just drive.
Hello.
I've come to take over.
(music playing)
Ah, Jean?
Are you the patient?
Sorry, Mr. Powell didn't tell me your name.
No, I'm her oldest friend.
Go through, she's expecting you.
I must look a fright.
We've met before, haven't we?
You're Margaret Dalton.
You know Richard.
I do.
Look at you.
You're a peach.
Oh God.
Leave me alone!
Get out of it!
MAUREEN: Mr. Meecher!
Can't you just get out of here?
Mo?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I'm just trying to enjoy myself!
It's all right, Mo, not your fault.
Dad!
Dad!
Come out, it's not safe!
I'm not ready.
Please!
Not ready, not ready!
(laughs)
Here, hold this for me, will you?
Hello.
I thought I'd join you.
Hope you don't mind?
I'm a friend of your daughter's.
It's nice and cool.
It's okay.
What's his address?
7 Drake Way.
And your name is?
Mulligan, Maureen.
Here you go, Dad.
Careful.
What are you doing?
You might want to poison me.
If I wasn't already poisoned.
(coughs)
You need morphia.
I think I will have some of that morphine now.
Thank you.
My mother had cervical cancer.
Died six years ago.
I'm sorry.
I nursed her at home.
I've tried to improve myself.
To be alluring and demure.
Capable, not too capable,
interested, amusing...
Not weighed down by my background.
I've tried to be perfect for him.
How do you do it?
Stop pretending to be somebody else.
You want him to love you?
To love you?
Well, let him see you.
Be yourself.
MAUREEN: Really, I thought the door was locked.
ANGELA: It's all right, Mo.
He can't be your responsibility, he's ours.
It was very nice to meet you, sir.
I'll never let him go again.
You looking for a wife?
No, Dad, he's...
...he's not.
You should meet her sister, Jean.
I'm glad to say that I've already had that pleasure.
You're a very lucky man
to have two such exceptional daughters.
After Mum died, Jean stayed here
and cared for Dad for five years.
She has a right to a different future.
And a different past?
In which she loses both parents
and avoids the shame of a father of unsound mind.
So be it.
Her secret and your secret is safe with me.
You won't tell Richard?
I won't tell anyone.
I should go back in.
RICHARD: What are you doing here?
Isn't it obvious?
Come in.
She's in the bedroom.
You know where that is.
No?
Follow me.
He's here.
Hello.
The night nurse will be here in an hour or so,
so I'll go now.
Leave you two together.
This is madness.
And who's responsible for it?
Otto.
No, you.
And me.
But how could he, sending Jean here?
So we could see each other, really see each other.
All three of us.
I'm glad.
You should be glad too.
Come on, take my hand.
Please.
I love your wife.
And she loves you.
Don't lose her.
(mail drops)
It's from St. Albans.
Shall I open it for you?
No, thank you.
My responsibility.
Oh, dear.
Bad news, I'm afraid.
No new start.
Oh.
Oh, well.
Never mind.
See you later.
Chin up.
You've been avoiding me these last few days.
How is she?
Jean or Margaret?
Margaret.
Eating nothing.
Fading.
But she's well cared for, I trust?
You've got some nerve.
You think we're all in your theater
and you can do whatever you want with us?
So you don't want the best for her?
There's no one better than Jean.
VOSPER: Dr. Truscott, your wife's
on the telephone-- it's urgent.
ELIZABETH: Got your satchel?
(gasps)
I thought I might drive you.
Morning, Thomas.
Has the cat got your tongue?
(chuckles)
Good morning, sir.
What a kind offer.
I couldn't put you to so much trouble.
But please, come back at, say, 1:00?
We'll have lunch.
Very good.
Who was he?
An old friend.
Of the family.
Now, we mustn't mention him to Daddy,
else it'll spoil the surprise.
And there'll be special sweets for boys who can keep secrets.
I wanted to thank you for what you did
the other day with my father.
No, I was happy.
More than happy.
I need to ask you some questions.
About you.
About your marriage.
Are you going to tell me you hate your wife?
No.
But she doesn't understand you?
She understands me.
Very well.
But the...
Romance...
The romance?
Has died?
No.
It was never there.
Ever.
I have never even kissed her.
You have a son.
Yes.
We have a son.
It doesn't make sense.
It will.
One day it will.
If you can just trust me.
What are you hiding?
I can't tell you.
Then we can't go any further.
We're close.
Richard's here.
Margaret?
I'll leave you two alone.
No.
Stay.
Please stay with me.
Didn't get it.
The job.
So sorry, chum, you're stuck with me.
No, that's great for me.
We're a good team.
We are, aren't we?
Ever since Cyprus.
You in the driving seat.
Depending on each other.
Absolutely.
Blood on our hands.
Everything all right,Charlie?
Everything's fine.
Tickety-boo.
No.
Felt a bit dead out there, to be honest.
(phone ringing)
Like there was nothing at stake.
Whereas here...
You're involved.
Exactly.
Mr. Powell, telephone call for you.
Otto, I need you to come home now.
I knew you'd betray me.
I knew.
"Come back at 1:00."
I saw it in your eyes.
What have you got to say for yourself?
You can't...
How could you?
I bare my soul to you.
And you turn to him.
He's my husband.
You think he can confront me,
the man who has everything,
who can do anything and get away with it?
No.
No, he can't.
You saw the evidence.
You mention me, you breathe my name to him
and his charmed life is over.
And yours.
And Thomas's.
Does my love mean nothing?
(knock at door)
The undertakers are coming.
Thank you.
What's wrong?
You're never here.
Well, hang on, that's not entirely true.
It is.
Even if you are, you're not really.
Of course I am.
Not in your head, not in your...
...heart.
You're falling in love.
Well, you can't.
You know the rules.
You're his father.
I'm his father.
The lie we live by.
(whispering): The lie we live by.
I need you to keep your promise.
To always protect him.
And me.
I will.
We walk, Mr. Cohen,not run.
Nurse Wilson, can you, please?
It's beyond me.
And me.
I thought there was no limit to your knowledge and skill.
Are you going like that?
I am not going at all.
I was rather looking forward
to seeing you in a swimming costume.
Ah, sausage!
Can I be of assistance?
Yes, instruct Nurse Wilson
to come to the Pageant.
We're raising money for an obstetric ultrasound.
It will save...
You see, Mr. Cohen?
The Empire has its uses.
It certainly does, Sister.
(show music playing)
(cheers and wolf whistles)
Please tell the judges,
what is your ambition, Nurse Griffen?
Well, it's to marry a...
Doctor!
STUDENT: We're doctors!
Not yet, you're not!
You promised me you would behave.
Chin chin.
♫Why do you want to make those eyes at me for♫
♫If they don't mean what they say?♫
Here we are.
Congratulations, Dr. Enderbury.
We are so pleased for you, Lily!
MEHTA: A little bird tells me
the competition was intense, but that you proved yourself
the best candidate.
To Charlie and Lily
and their future
at the Princess Margaret in St. Albans.
Charlie?
♫And maybe you'll find you're messing with dynamite♫
♫So why do you want to make those eyes at me for♫
♫If they don't mean what they say?♫
(applause and hearty cheers)
MATRON VOSPER: Fabulous voice, what a charming choice.
Next, Nurse Morris will sing for us.
Otto, dearest, I'm not feeling 100%.
Of course.
I'll go and fetch the car.
You're not going?
Good night.
♫I'd like to sip the honey sweet♫
♫From those red lips, you see♫
♫I love you dearly, dearly, and I want you to love me...♫
Nurse Wilson.
I wonder...
I absolutely rely on Mr. Powell.
I hope you can understand that.
Whatever you may think,
and I do understand what's been happening.
I would ask you, please, to...
Well, I...
I really rather need him at my side at the moment.
Excuse me.
(whispering)
Okay, thank you.
Angela...
Please, you have to leave me alone.
You have to stop this now.
I'm sorry.
Good night, sir.
It is what we agreed.
But she's different.
Take me home, please.
MEHTA: Mr. Powell!
Mr. Powell!
And now, my Lord and Lady,
uh, Doctor and Your Holiness,
it's time to cast your votes for your favorite nurse.
Will it be Nurse Welling from Casualty?
(cheers and applause)
Or will it be Nurse Tomlinson?
(cheers and applause)
Or will it be our students' favorite, Nurse Tutt?
(louder cheers and applause)
(door opens and closes)
Why did you lie to me about the job, Charlie?
It's Otto, isn't it?
I sometimes think you believe you'd disappear without him.
We could have been happy in St. Albans; you know that.
I'm happy here.
What are you so frightened of?
Nothing, Lily.
I'm not.
Then don't walk away from me, please.
I love you, Charlie Enderbury.
I have ever since the moment I first clapped eyes on you.
But I want us to be happy.
We can't be happy here,
with you concerned about what everyone will think,
convincing yourself you've made mistake after mistake
and me sworn to secrets and all sorts
with Elizabeth and Jean,
lovely Jean,
but I sometimes wonder that she just thinks I'm...
I'm not sure what more I can stand.
What secrets?
I should never have mentioned it.
It's nothing.
Don't look at me like that.
Should never have mentioned what, Lily?
The man.
There, I said it.
What man?
Lily!
What are you talking about?
What man?
What secrets?
I promised.
I swore on everything I hold true.
To Elizabeth?
What did you swear?
What happened?
Lily?
That I wouldn't tell anyone.
What was his name?!
You are shouting at me!
Mulligan?
Sergeant Mulligan?
I knew it.
I knew it had to happen.
What?
What are you doing?
I'm phoning Otto.
No, please, I promised Elizabeth!
Please, I promised!
I can't stand this,I can't!
(phone ringing)
Powell residence.
ENDERBURY: Is Otto there?
No, Dr. Enderbury,
he said he was going back to the hospital...
(dial tone)
Hmm.
Lily, what on earth...?
I promised Elizabeth.
Now, perhaps you will treat me like a woman
with two eyes and two ears and half a brain
and tell me what exactly is going on.
THEATER SISTER: Mrs. Walker's husband
put the car into a tree on Putney Common
under the influence.
Ambulance Service say she's fitted twice,
but the baby's heart is still beating.
Multiple fractures, facial lacerations...
Sir?
Right, yes.
Dr. Mehta, tell us when we're ready.
Ready.
Excellent.
Swab, please.
He's going to destroy us.
What I did...
What I did for Otto.
I always knew.
You can't run from something like that.
Did you kill someone, Charlie?
No, no.
Me?
Of course not!
This was in Cyprus.
Hot, lovely Cyprus, Lil.
The time of our lives.
We wanted to celebrate Elizabeth getting engaged.
Getting engaged to Otto?
No, to Glen.
Lieutenant Glen Thorpe.
Yank-- U.S. Air Force.
Elizabeth was married before Otto?
What happened to him?
Elizabeth's fiancé.
The f...
That night, we drove to the beach.
There was a bar, probably still there.
It was run by an absolute rogue of a chap.
But they drank, Otto and Glen.
It was like a competition between them.
You know what Otto's like.
Otto doesn't drink,Charlie.
He did then.
No, what I mean is his confidence.
"I can do anything, get away with anything.
"No flies on Powell.
Things work out."
LILY: I'm not sure what you're telling me, Charlie.
ENDERBURY: The truth.
Isn't that what you want?
No, not any more, dear, please.
And Otto rolled the jeep.
Easily done.
If you're a drunk.
Glen died instantly.
C1 and C2 snapped.
We got Elizabeth to a hospital at dawn.
Small place run by nuns.
She was going to be all right.
And we thought, I suppose, no more about it.
No, I've thought about it every day--
every day-- ever since.
But what has that man got to do with it?
ENDERBURY: Mulligan was a Sergeant in the Military Police.
Wh when they found the jeep...
...and the body.
he started asking questions.
It was simple.
He wanted answers.
And Otto paid him off.
He bribed him.
Is Nurse Wilson here?
She asked me to tell you not...
Please, Mr. Powell!
Angela, please, I'm so...
I'm sorry, I promise I never meant...
Never meant what?
What exactly, Mr. Powell?
For things to get like this.
For your wife to get involved, you mean?
Look, I don't mean you or Elizabeth any harm.
You have power over everything, but not me.
Do you understand that?
Look, I want you.
I want to be with you.
Nothing is simple like that.
I can't just...
Look...
It could be simple.
Do you think you just turned over a stone
and there I was, ready to be discovered by you?
No, of course I don't.
You don't know anything about me.
I'm sorry, I can't, I won't.
Just imagine for one... tiny moment
everything was simple.
This moment.
Here.
Now.
But it's not like that.
It's...
No.
Please, Otto.
You have to go.
Tomorrow morning, then.
Just give me some time to explain.
I'm on mornings.
(laughs softly)
It's all right.
Later.
4:00?
Meet me at the Regency Cafe.
Please.
Please.
(loud knocking)
MAN: Police!
Can you open the door, please?
(loud knocking continues)
The door!
They are at the door!
For heaven's sake, they have come!
Jeanie!
Angela!
For Heaven's sake, they have come!
(loud knocking continues)
TRUSCOTT: Do we have a fetal heartbeat?
MIDWIFE: Yes, but it's getting very fast.
MEHTA: The mother is hypotensive, Dr. Truscott.
We're going to lose her.
We're not losing anyone tonight, old boy.
Gentlemen, I'm going to get this baby out now.
Knife.
(baby crying)
Clamp and cut.
Clamp and cut, please.
(panting)
Inspector Thompson.
You are the last person
I expected to come across in a place like this, Powell.
I'm visiting a friend.
As long as you're within the law.
I don't want trouble, Harry.
I just want to see that Maureen is safe.
Mother...
(sobbing)
I was only doing what I thought was best.
I know.
(door opens)
MRS. MULLIGAN: I wanted you safely married.
(gasps)
Ron...
THOMPSON: I'll speak to him, Beatie.
You have come, I see, mob handed, Thompson.
All to track down my little Maureen.
THOMPSON: We had word she was at this address.
I told you, dearest, that I would find her.
I assured you of that.
Sergeant Mulligan.
As was, Dr. Powell.
Chief Inspector now.
I was interrogating Powell as to his purpose here, sir.
Thompson's zealotry appears to have led me back to you.
Like a dusty road.
A track.
Quite so.
I'd like a word, Powell, with you.
Thompson has something of a soft spot
for Mrs. Mulligan,
but he's burdened by a sense of right.
Unlike you, Powell.
We know what you do:
a bespoke service for women who can pay.
No, for those that require it.
Oh, well, your high horse will look very broken
when you face a judge.
What do you want, Mulligan?
The law has never meant anything to you, has it?
What do you remember of Cyprus?
I remember a shoe.
An airman's shoe and a moved body.
No, I remember paying you, Mulligan.
Bribing you to forget all about it.
You've done very well, haven't you?
But the paths we take are so different.
Look at you: the drunk who ends up ruling the world...
What is this about?
Let me finish.
Cut me dead at the hospital, walked straight past me.
So I followed you home.
It was when I saw Elizabeth.
The white flowers in your home.
The way the drapes blew in the breeze.
Comfort.
Then I realized quite what I'd given you.
You're insane.
The opposite.
I am clear.
I stand in front of a man that any jury will condemn.
I stand in front of a man
who I allowed to escape a heinous crime.
An accident, Mulligan.
And be certain of this:
I will see justice.
Enough.
It is time you returned to your wife and daughter.
You're in no position to give me orders.
The only thing you can do is beg not to go to prison...
I wouldn't beg you if my life depended on it.
(door opens and closes)
(footsteps)
(door closes)
(whispering): Elizabeth.
I've seen Mulligan.
Oh, God.
Has he been here?
In the house?
I need a drink.
(whispering): Otto...
(footsteps approaching)
Otto, please...
Don't.
The smell is enough.
I killed Glen.
I rolled that jeep.
It was the work of a drunk.
And then I trapped us here in this.
Nine years, Elizabeth.
No, Otto.
What you did for me and Thomas was noble and brave.
What did Mulligan want, hmm?
An affair?
He has your and Charlie's statements and photographs.
He knows that you both lied.
He knows that you moved Glen, put him in the driver's seat.
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought I could control him.
Do you think you could carry on practicing
if one word of what happened in Cyprus comes out?
We can start again.
We could move somewhere.
What do you think all that money upstairs is for?
Maybe living alongside each other like this was...
is... impossible.
No.
It's not...
impossible.
But you've changed.
Recently.
I will not let you down.
What does Mulligan want, Elizabeth?
I think he wants me.
And to destroy you.
Hurry up, we're going to be late!
Jeanie?
What are you doing here?
I'm buying you a coffee whether you like it or not.
I've got to go on shift.
Not now, you don't.
You do those cappuccinos?
No, didn't think so.
Two teas and a bun.
What's gotten into you, Jeanie?
You're my sister
and I don't give a fig who knows it anymore.
Besides, it's Margaret's funeral today
and I was up half the night wondering where my husband was.
So I came down here, been upstairs,
and no one seems to have seen him.
I wonder how long some of those nurses lasted
after they took their swimming costumes off.
Jean...
No, I've decided.
Enough is enough.
I bet you haven't had breakfast, either.
Look at your handshaking.
Ange?
I'm fine.
I need to get to work, or there'll be...
Otto Powell is a good but very complicated man.
What are you on about?
Ange, it's been obvious for months.
I'm not at all sure what to do.
Besides, he's married,
and in case you forget, I'm married.
And me too.
I'm married, but that doesn't seem
to count for much anymore, does it?
You only have one life, Ange.
Remember that.
TRUSCOTT: Whenever I see Matron, I wonder if I'm
in one of those television sagas set in the Crimean War.
(laughing)
This is Dr. Truscott, Mr. Walker.
Mr. Walker and his parents would like to thank you.
Right.
Well, all in a day's work.
What I did yesterday,
taking a drink and then driving that car,
very nearly killed the woman I love most in the world.
You saved me and my family
and our future, Dr. Truscott.
For that, there's no thanks great enough.
WOMAN (on record): ♫ Funny, but it's true ♫
♫ What loneliness can do ♫
♫ Since I've been away... ♫
Put your tongue away, soldier.
♫ Walking back to happiness, whoa, oh, yeah ♫
(doorbell rings)
♫ Said goodbye to loneliness, whoa, oh, yeah ♫
♫ I never knew I'd miss you, now I know what I must do ♫
♫ Walking back to happiness I shared with you... ♫
(music continues faintly)
Jean?
What do you want?
I've come to ask for a favor.
Can I come in?
Is everything okay?
Super, actually.
Lil?
♫ ...so I'm coming back today ♫
♫ Walking back to happiness I threw away... ♫
(turns off music)
I suppose I just wanted to stop
cleaning and tidying.
Washing.
Waiting.
Whatever's the matter?
I sometimes think you laugh at me, Jean.
I'm not like you.
I want to be... you know.
Easy.
Every man's...
And now I'm not at all sure what I am like
or even who I am.
You and Dr. Enderbury not going to St. Albans
is good news for me.
For all your friends!
It's not that.
I'm sorry, it's nothing to do with that.
Right-o.
Well, Mrs. Enderbury,
I think we should start with...
And tidying.
What did you want, Jean?
I wanted to ask you to come to a funeral.
Gosh.
Who's died?
A friend.
I'm not sure I'd be any use at a funeral.
I don't know.
Might take you out of yourself.
So what happened, Lily?
Nothing.
I just got rather upside down, I think.
That's all.
You know how I am.
Are you going to try for another baby?
I'd like you to, you know.
I'm on this new pill.
There.
Why?
Uh...
All I want is a child, Jean.
And all I want is a husband I can trust.
That's why, I suppose.
(phone ringing)
ENDERBURY: Where the hell have you been?
Listen to me.
You remember the military policeman from Cyprus,
Sergeant Mulligan?
He's here.
He's on to us.
I know, Charlie.
What do you mean you know?
Listen to me very carefully:
I will handle this.
How?
How?
What do you mean,
you will "handle it"?
I am not going to prison!
How did you know,old boy?
Charlie?
(door closes)
Charlie?
I saw him at the hospital nosing around.
Who knows, Charlie?
Just you and me, I swear.
What are you going to do?
Leave it to me.
He'll keep quiet?
POWELL: Come in, Mrs. J, please.
Elizabeth and I would like you
to go to the school this afternoon and fetch Thomas.
And then we would like you
to take him straight away to your parents.
Here's some money.
£500.
POWELL: Thomas's protection is the most important thing.
In a few days, we'll be in touch.
If this is a scandal, Mr. and Mrs. Powell...
Everything we have done is for Thomas.
Oh, God, Otto.
That man is...
I feel sick.
Please.
I don't think I can bear that.
♫Oh, I love you...♫
Gosh.
Are you sure this is the right one?
♫And I bid you good night, good night, good night♫
♫I bid you good night, good night, good night.♫
Jean.
Mrs. Enderbury.
Moral support.
There's no accounting for taste.
Whose funeral is this?
Richard's lover.
♫I bid you good night, good night, good night.♫
(footsteps approaching)
Thank you for coming.
I wouldn't put an ambush beyond Powell.
Please, Ronald.
What is it you want?
Elizabeth's told me what's been going on.
You bait the hook with her.
Ronald, listen to him.
This has got to stop, Chief Inspector.
Do you hear?
It was the confidence,
the arrogance I could never stomach.
You have threatened and blackmailed Elizabeth.
I've only told her the truth.
About your lies in Cyprus.
Does she know how you go on breaking the law?
How your entire existence is based on deceit?
What patient in their right mind would go to a doctor like you?
One word from me and the scandal will destroy you.
Then do it, Mulligan.
But you will never have Elizabeth.
Please!
Ronald...
Now.
Suddenly you are no longer playing God.
Apologies the bullet is cheap, but we're all the same dead.
Can't you see?
Look at him.
A man whose hands are soaked in blood.
Nothing when you take away the money,
the house, Harley Street.
Nothing, Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH: Otto doesn't have a gun.
Then he's a bigger fool than I thought.
What did you think was going to happen?
What are you thinking?
What did you want, Powell?
For Christ's sake, put the gun down, Mulligan.
Whatever it is you're so determined to get,
I can't give you.
Do you want my house, my car?
Then take them-- they're yours.
But Elizabeth?
Take Elizabeth?
Don't you understand she's not mine to give?
Your wife?
Elizabeth is not my wife.
Not in any real sense.
Please, just... tell him.
Otto...
I married Elizabeth...
because it was the only way I could save the child
whose father I had killed.
What are you talking about, Powell?
Please, Otto...
Our marriage is a pact.
You know better than most.
If Elizabeth had come back from Cyprus
pregnant, unmarried, what would have happened to her?
To the baby?
Thomas would have been taken away, adopted.
And the shame?
No money.
A single mother with a growing boy.
And I swore
that I would protect every fiber of her being.
So you take Elizabeth.
But you have to put a bullet through my head first.
You came to tell me this?
Then you forced Elizabeth to telephone...
Can't you see if you kill me, dragging away Elizabeth,
what do you think will happen?
Nothing is going to change.
I should never have let you go back then.
I should never...
Elizabeth, what do you want?
Tell me what you want.
Please, put down the gun.
No.
No.
Enough.
Enough.
Every policeman in London saw us together yesterday.
They will come after you.
You made me do this.
Ronald, I understand you.
I felt it the first day.
And again, even when...
I lost Thomas's father in an instant,
and my future changed completely.
We're the same.
You... me.
Even Otto.
But we go on, Ronald.
It's what we must do.
Make the gun safe, Mulligan, and it ends here.
What have I... done?
What have I become?
Ronald...
Ronald...
(Elizabeth screams)
Charlie?
Charlie?
He was going to kill you, Otto.
What was it?
Pentothal, from the bag.
How much did you use, Charlie?
Oh, for Christ's sake, Charlie, how much?!
What I had in the car!
You would have preferred a bullet?
Elizabeth,
there's a pub by the dock.
Telephone an ambulance.
I was trying to help you!
Elizabeth, please!
You have no idea what he did to me.
WOMAN: Margaret didn't live for men,
one step behind her man,
sacrificing everything for her children.
She lived entirely for herself.
And it was this that made her burn in our lives.
It wasn't her wicked sense of humor
or some of the scandals that she was always rather too close to.
(chuckles)
But a woman who knows, as Margaret knew, how to live
may break hearts, may break rules...
I'm sorry, Jeanie.
What you did for Margaret.
Caring for her like that...
I've been such a bloody fool, Jeanie.
Jeanie?
Come on, you.
Come on, Lily.
Dearest, I'm home.
(sighs)
(sobbing)
(softly): Joe?
I heard from the Cunard office that you were missing.
I got into a scrape, that's all.
Had to make myself scarce, you know.
Angela, you don't wear our ring?
Oh, nurses aren't allowed to be married.
I have missed you so much.
(birds chirping)
Ron?
Ron?
He's not here, Beatie.
No.
Here.
This should help you feel more human.
Otto, I'm pregnant...
I think.
He forced me.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I thought you would kill him.
So what should we do?
Tonight?
No, I meant...
I know what you meant.
No.
Please, Otto.
No one need know.
Elizabeth...
Stay with me, Otto, please.
And tomorrow, we can go and fetch Thomas.
I'm sure Mrs. J could do with a rest.
Then we could have a little break down by the sea.
Mrs. J tells me the crabs down there
are really quite something.
Crab sandwiches in a pub by the beach.
I think the weather is set to be lovely.
We can go on, Otto.
I need you.
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