Ding, ding... Seconds out, round three.
That will be...
Two beers...
Thank you.
and one house special.
There you go.
- Uh, Greg. - Don't worry, put it on your tab.
OK.
Coming through, lads. Coming through, ladies.
Ruby!
Getting warm.
- Warmer. - Thanks.
You know, they're always slightly warm.
I think it's because he's English.
- Yeah, probably. - Yeah.
You know, it's OK, if you want to...
- If I want to...? - I don't know.
Share? Scream? Swear?
Anything beginning with "S" is fine.
Thank you, but I'm fine.
I'm over it. Over him.
I was always going to get over it at some point. Eventually.
So I thought... why wait?
Why not just be over it? So I did.
Am?
I am over it.
OK. So that sounds very... logical.
Yeah. I thought so.
Mari!
Ruby!
Oh, God. Come on.
- No. - Yeah!
Ugh. Yes.
You know, she still won't talk about him.
Give her time.
Do you think men are fundamentally unreliable?
Or is it learned behaviour?
Personally, I think
the masculine fear of commitment is a little like gravity.
Ever present, totally invisible,
and liable to drag you down at any minute.
Blimey. That's almost profound.
*CREDITS*
Good morning, everyone. Trust we all slept well?
Looking a little seedy, Dr Nair.
Clearly didn't get the memo about the house special.
Thank you for your concern.
But I think I'll be all right, provided I neither move nor speak.
Physician, heal thyself. Right, to business.
Good morning.
- I'm looking for Dr Nair. His office is empty. - And you are?
Dr Nikita Sharma.
I'm your new junior colleague, but everyone calls me Niki.
No, no, no, no, no.
You were supposed to arrive only on the 24th.
Which, of course, is today.
Yes. Yes. So, Lydia,
as you know, my son Ajay has returned to his medical studies,
but by good fortune, I've been able to secure the services
of an excellent junior trainee doctor.
Welcome, Dr Sharma. My name is Lydia Fonseca.
I'm sure the rest of my team
will introduce themselves to you individually,
after we complete morning report.
- Can I just say... - To business.
Unless anyone else has a surprise in store for me?
Right, Amir Khan, over in Anapuri.
The biopsy results came through yesterday.
Unfortunately, suspected laryngeal carcinoma has been confirmed.
But no local spread, so hopefully,
a little localised radiotherapy will see him through.
I thought, as you made the diagnosis in good time,
- you could pop over and give him the news. - Sure.
- And why don't you take Dr Sharma... - Sharma.
Despite my wizened appearance, Doctor,
I still have a fully functioning short-term memory.
Dr Walker, I've had your request for an urgent consultation in Yuvenam.
A sick child, details are a little sketchy,
so I thought a visit would be appropriate.
- Give your motorbike a run-out. - No problem.
Didn't think there would be.
Sister Mari, you're in maternity, yours truly in admissions.
Thank you, everyone, our patients are waiting.
Not you.
Lydia, I'm so sorry,
it was just an admin error on my part.
I don't like fait accompli, Dr Nair,
especially when it comes to my staff. Who the hell is she?
You know, my friend, Jasprit,
was in orthopaedic practice in Kochi. Niki is his daughter.
And Jasprit feels that she should see some actual medicine
before she specialises. You know, real-life experience, so to speak.
Fine. I don't have the energy to argue.
But she's your responsibility, not mine.
Totally, totally.
By the way, have we heard from Dr Verma?
Arrived yesterday. Official resignation letter.
Then what do we do?
We ask Kochi for a replacement surgeon?
After the year we've had?
Fresh surgeons are like hen's teeth. No, no.
As usual, we'll just have to muddle through on our own.
Well, that we can do.
And have you talked to Dr Walker about this?
No, not yet. But I will.
Agh!
Oh, come on!
Hi. Ruby.
Oh.
Samir. I work for...
DCO. Somehow, I got that.
Do you need a hand?
Yeah, it just cut out on me. I'm assuming it's something technical?
Yeah. I think it's a pretty safe bet. You tried calling the AA?
Really? They work out here? I didn't know that...
Wow. You really are fresh off the boat.
So, what are you doing here?
Doctor. For GKH.
I need a torch.
GKH? I don't think I've heard of that one.
Is it a non-profit?
Good Karma Hospital. Over in Barco.
Small, but perfectly formed. Can you hold this?
- Yes. - Point it there.
Look, I'm really grateful for the help,
but my control are sending a mechanic as soon as they can...
OK. Try it now.
Bumpy roads mean electrical connections work loose.
It's pretty simple, really.
Oh.
Thanks. I owe you one.
Welcome to India.
Hey! Wait! No!
- OK, so, that was a pretty dumb place to leave it... - I was helping you.
Parking in someone's blind spot isn't exactly helpful.
Hello! Mirrors, one on each side.
It was obvious I was gonna pull back!
So, what do we do now?
- I don't think I should really be doing this. - Tough.
- I have my own schedule, and... - You killed my bike.
Indian traffic law gives me the right to commandeer your vehicle.
Is that true?
Probably.
- So, where are we going? - I'll tell you when we get there.
Dr Fonseca?
I wondered if I could have a few minutes of your time.
My name is Hira Grover, and I am your local politician.
Since my election,
I've been touring all the public hospitals in the area,
just to see how we can help.
We're honoured.
Although, I did think there'd be more of an entourage.
Fresh paint, Dr Fonseca.
A queen thinks the world smells of it,
but I need to see things as they really are.
And today's our lucky day?
I want to be a politician who keeps her promises.
I'm a doctor, too, you know.
Oh, yeah, the Grove Clinic chain, right?
They say you're worth a small fortune.
I was lucky enough to have success with my business,
but now I want to give something back to my community.
Tell me what you need.
Just the usual.
Money, more staff, new buildings, equipment, the works.
Feel free to stop me any time.
What you do here is incredible.
And I sincerely want to help.
OK.
You asked for it. This way.
Dr Nair!
Dr Nair. Found you.
Can I just say, I am so sorry if I embarrassed you,
but I am 100% certain today is the correct date.
In fact, I rechecked the email chain, and I can absolutely confirm
I'm supposed to be here. Now. Which... I am.
Dr Sharma... when you get to my age,
you start to accept that, ultimately,
everything is your own fault...
..and the only cure is the sweet release of eternity.
I'm sorry, I... I don't know how to respond.
- Do you have a car? - Yes.
Then please lead me to it.
Train number 1926A,
Mumbai-Kochi express is arriving on platform one.
- How's that for service? - Thank you.
Absolute pleasure.
Excuse me. Do you speak English?
Like a native. How can I help?
Er... I'm looking for the owner of this place?
He was supposed to meet us there?
"Karnataka Sunshine Apartments. Best On The Beach."
Which means you want Deepak, although... I would put 'em third.
- I'm sorry? - The apartments.
Definitely third best on the beach, in my humble opinion.
On the bright side, bronze is still a medal. I'm Greg.
Frankie. Frankie Martin. This is my son. Bobby!
Bobby!
OK, so, where can we find this Deepak character?
Well, let's see, it's Wednesday, so he will be at the cash-and-carry,
buying more of those chocolates that you put on the pillows.
After that, he usually has a drink with Axar,
except on the first of the month when he goes to see his therapist.
But you're very welcome to wait here until he returns.
OK. So, how long will that be?
Probably... about two large gin and tonics?
I'll have one. Let's start with one, how about that?!
Of course you will.
So, all this is just a normal day?
This? This is nothing.
We average just under 800 patients a week.
Emergencies, follow-up, maternity.
That's incredible... and shocking.
Well, people can't afford the kind of medicine your clinics offer,
- so they come here. - That I can see.
I don't know how you manage.
Hard work and good medicine.
But if we had extra staff and equipment,
we could do so much more.
And now, I'm afraid I have to go to a clinic,
- so if you'll excuse me. Sister Mari? - Yes, Doctor?
Please could you show Dr Grover around the rest of the hospital?
She's keen to see everything that we do here?
Of course. All of it?
Oh, yes. Leave no stone unturned.
I want her to see how exactly how deserving we really are.
You're in excellent hands.
Oh. Dr Grover, this way.
'In 100m, take the next turning on your left.
'Not long to go now.
'Don't forget our little saying...
'Say it with me... mirror, signal, manoeuvre.
'OK, my darling, you have arrived at your destination.
'Remember to turn the lights off. I love you.'
I've been meaning to ask, is that Jasprit?
Daddy insisted on programming it when he bought me the car.
I don't think he trusts me.
OK, from your chest and from your head, but not from your throat, OK?
You play all these instruments?
Guitar, keyboard, bass. A little saxophone.
- Not bad. - And sitar?
What, that? Just decoration.
I'm not George bloody Harrison?
No, this is the real instrument.
My husband is a singer.
- Weddings mainly. - Every wedding needs music.
Vital! My show is the best. All the hits.
If Amir can't get you get up to dance, you have no legs!
Sorry, Doctor.
You're here to talk about the test results?
Yes, yes.
The growth on your larynx is cancer. I'm sorry.
Is there any treatment? Surgery?
The tests show that it hasn't spread far, so surgery...
- That's good, right? - Very good.
The specialists have recommended a course of radiation therapy,
and if that treatment goes well, we can expect a full recovery.
Sorry, Dr Nair. You were speaking.
No, my junior colleague has given the right prognosis.
With the right kind of medicines, the outlook is very positive.
Thank you, Doctor.
Our daughter is getting married in three months' time.
We were both so worried. You understand?
My sincere congratulations.
Mr Khan, do you have any questions?
This treatment, the radiation...
will it affect my voice?
Possibly.
Some people have complained of a little hoarseness, maybe.
But the most important thing is that with this treatment,
we can cure this.
Exactly! Thank you.
We're both very grateful... aren't we?
Thank you, Doctor. Thank you.
Doctor! Excuse me.
Yeah? Is every OK?
First of all, I want to thank you for all you have done.
Your care has been quite wonderful.
Really, it's no problem.
Also, today is my first day, so I haven't really done much.
I have made a decision to delay this treatment, this radiation,
until after my daughter is married.
I'm sorry, I don't understand?
You see, I promised to sing for her at her ceremony,
and if there's any chance that this could affect my voice,
then I can't possibly risk it.
Mr Khan, we have caught this cancer right in time,
and any delay will allow it to spread. Each day is vital.
I understand. But I'm prepared to take this risk.
My daughter's wedding is more important.
So, you just bring it forward,
next week, I'm sure your daughter will understand.
Sadly, impossible. Many arrangements have been made.
Accommodation, catering,
the groom's family are coming from great distances.
Thank you for your concern, but my mind is made up.
Does your wife know?
Absolutely not. And as far as she will know,
I will be continuing this treatment exactly as planned.
- This is my final decision. - All right.
Are you sure this is the right place?
It just looks deserted.
Please come! My daughter's very sick.
- How long has she been like this? - Since yesterday.
Her pulse is abnormally slow.
GCS ten, at best.
So we need to move her to your hospital?
It's not just our daughter, there are more.
Other people are sick, too.
Just give us a moment. We'll be right back.
We need to move her. She'll die without ICU.
The policy says that if whatever this is is contagious,
we isolate first.
So, you're saying we should leave her here?
Our duty is to report it and treat as best we can.
We can't move her.
Then she'll die. You know that.
OK. It's all on me. I'll transport her to the nearest hospital.
You can stay here and do whatever the policy tells you to.
Every bird?
Every British bird.
Kestrel?
Yes.
- Blue tit? - Yes.
Lap... wig?
Lapwig is not a bird, but if you mean lapwing, then, yes.
That's what I meant.
I've photographed every British bird.
They're all on my website and Instagram.
I have 6,518 followers.
That's incredible. I never knew birds were so popular.
Ornithology is Britain's third most popular hobby,
behind jam making and knitting.
It's true. Why else do you think we're in India?
Excuse me. That's a blue-faced malkoha.
- Don't go far. - OK.
Amazing kid.
I told him that we could only come to India
if he saved his share of the plane fare.
I really thought that would be the end of it,
but he got himself a job at the pound shop,
spent exactly zero money for three months,
so he'll go far, whether we like it or not.
The lad's got focus.
That's all you need to make it in life.
Never really been my strong suit, hence...
Focus has never been Bobby's problem.
If he wants something, he'll go for it, 100%.
That's a good thing. Right?
Sure. But it can be exhausting.
Bobby's neuro diverse.
Asperger's, ADHD... it's a complex diagnosis.
Don't get me wrong, in some ways he's brilliant, but...
..he doesn't see risks, you know? Always been the same.
One sight of someone he knows, he'd be straight across the road.
Whoosh!
Then you can relax.
India's entire traffic system is based on recognising
the fundamental unpredictability of the individual.
He's never been in safer hands.
Speaking of which... Here comes the man with the keys
to the third-best apartments on the beach.
Deepak! Deepak!
- Sorry, a bit loud. - It's fine.
It makes no sense. He's risking his life for a song.
Perhaps we should go back? Explain things again.
His wife did most of the talking,
could be that he just simply doesn't get it?
Dr Sharma, it seems to me that our patient understands
his situation only too well.
And, as he's in full command of all his faculties,
I think we have no alternative
except just to give in to his wishes.
Even if he's making a terrible decision?
Precisely.
Because it's not your life or my life...
..it is his life.
So unless he changes his mind, we wait.
What the hell?
Ruby, what's going on?
Talk to me.
She's infected.
The whole village is sick, but she's the worst.
Suspected encephalitis.
Started fitting. Started with IV of diazepam,
- but now she's comatose. - Any other symptoms?
Fevers, headaches, myalgia. Some are vomiting.
Ten cases already, maybe more.
- Rash? - None that I can see.
Stay there.
Exactly the same presentation
as Kozhikode and Malappuram four years ago.
- You think this is Nipah virus? - Yes, I'm sure.
Her pressure's dropping. I need more fluid.
Normal saline.
- I can get some. - Wait.
You do nothing until I tell you to, understand? Nothing.
They shouldn't help out the girl here.
The correct procedure is to isolate the entire village.
- The entire area. - However, we are where we are, Ram.
We cannot admit a Nipah patient in our hospital.
If this thing spreads, the entire staff, the patients,
everyone is at risk.
I agree with Doctor Nair.
There is no vaccine, no drugs that work.
Mortality up to 70% for confirmed cases.
Nothing on Earth scares me more than this damn virus.
They've already been exposed, we can't change that.
We have no choice.
We just give them the supplies they need
and send them back to the village,
and then call the authorities
- and lock it down. - And let the girl die?
Look at her. She needs our help.
She won't get halfway, Lydia.
Sister, I've seen how this disease spreads.
It's not worth the risk.
If there is an outbreak here, it doesn't even bear thinking about.
Lydia, please, you know I'm right on this one.
We have to turn them back right now, there's no other way.
The girl will die. They're both young and fit.
Lydia?!
Mari, evacuate the entire hospital.
Everybody else stay away from here
until I work out what the hell we're gonna do.
So, everyone who can walk has been discharged.
The inpatients are all in the main ward,
and we have staff in every entrance so no-one can get in or out.
OK. Good.
We can use the operating theatre as a quarantine unit.
There's negative pressure, we can safely isolate them there.
- Lydia... - Let me finish!
They'll work alone with her.
Absolutely none of the staff will be put at risk.
This is reckless!
I won't stand here and watch a child die without a fight, Ram.
So, please, just do it, now. Thank you.
Ridiculous!
This way.
That's her second bag, started at 12:42.
Got it.
Pulse is OK, BP's a little high.
For a minute there, I was worried your boss
was gonna make us turn around.
Believe me, she thought about it.
If I hadn't been there with you, would you have left her?
I don't know. Maybe.
Pulse is dropping.
- BP? - Climbing. Mannitol?
Can I have my camera back, please?
Give it back, you'll break it!
Shut up!
Please! Just give it back!
- Hey! - It's mine! Hey!
What do you think you're doing?
Bobby, you OK? Give it back to him.
Give what back?
Don't play silly beggars with me, mate.
Just hand it over.
What, this? This is my camera.
- Right? - Yeah.
You want me to take your picture?
Smile.
What did you call him?
OK, sonny, last chance.
Hand it over now and we'll forget all about this.
- Or...? - Or we won't.
And believe me you'll wish you had.
I'm so glad you're here, Officer...
Ugh!
Yeah? What about you? 'Ey? Yeah? Get out of it, then!
Jesus Christ, that hurt!
Bobby... Bobby, it's all right, mate, they're gone.
This decision is totally irresponsible!
To allow an infected patient into the community...
Was my choice. My staff are isolated, no-one else is at risk.
And I'll remind you this is still my hospital
and I decide how I run it.
I certainly won't be lectured to by the likes of you.
The likes of me?
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
You see me as your inferior, is that it?
Oh! For God's sake, that's not what I meant and you know it...
So what exactly did you mean?
You practically ignored me this morning...
Because, unlike a politician, I still have a hospital to run.
Badly, if this incident is anything to go by.
The girl is dying.
Almost certainly!
But as doctors, whether Indian or English,
we are supposed to retain clinical judgement in all circumstances.
And Dr Nair...
..what is his opinion on this gross recklessness?
Dr Fonseca has my full and total support.
All the required quarantine measures were followed.
Your suggestion is unwarranted.
Dr Fonseca is an Indian citizen, just like you and I.
So we are all, unfortunately, together in this terrible situation.
We need you.
She's coning. Right pupil's just blown.
- Have you tried mannitol? - Not enough.
If we don't reduce the pressure she'll be dead soon.
Craniotomy is our only option.
- But we don't have a neurosurgeon. - I can do it.
I had a training number before I left the UK.
I've done the procedure.
If Ruby can gas for me, I can operate.
But I'll need a nurse to scrub in.
Impossible. I can't risk any more of my staff.
No...
There's diamorphine in the fridge. Make her comfortable.
She shouldn't suffer.
I'm sorry, we gave the girl a chance.
I understand.
Right decision. You made the correct choice.
What do you need?
Thank you.
He said it'd be five minutes...
No harm done.
Well, maybe a little, but he deserved it.
Bullies are the same the world over.
Bobby told me you head-butted him?
You're bleeding...
Just glad I'm not a woodpecker.
Hell of a way to make a living.
I knew this was all a mistake.
If I could get on a plane tomorrow, I would...
Hey, hey. Give the place a chance, yeah?
I did, and I'm still here.
20 years on, living the dream.
With a headache.
Look around you. Small price to pay.
OK, I'm starting a craniotomy now.
Systolic at 160.
Get ready for rapid closure in case of herniation.
- Have some lintins to hand. - Yes, Doctor.
The dura's tenting. How's her blood pressure?
200 systolic.
Scissors and forceps.
Dropping. 180.
Brain's beginning to herniate.
I need a 100ml of 3% hypertonic saline pushed through now.
Yes?
What?
You!
I just now got off the phone with Mr Khan.
I gave you a specific instruction and you defied me!
I thought his wife had a right to know
her husband was putting his life at risk,
- so I called her. - Oh, you "thought"!
Well, in that case, please, forgive me.
Clearly, my opinion is worth nothing!
Let me tell you, I am sick and
tired of being ignored in this place.
My hospital! Sick and tired of it!
You have deliberately breached patient confidentiality.
If Mr Khan proceeds against you legally,
you will lose your licence to practice
and this hospital will be under threat.
So, here is what you are going to do.
You are going to go back there,
beg his forgiveness and carry out his wishes.
Am I clear?
- Yes, Doctor Nair. - Go!
We need a drain and a pressure bolt.
Doctor.
It's working. 21mm of mercury.
That's OK. High, but OK.
You hear that?
No alarms.
Just through there.
To have a voice like mine, is such a gift.
Make people move, laugh, dance and cry.
It is my privilege... and I cannot give it up.
But you think I'm being selfish, correct?
I know your family cares about you.
Ha!
I think the big boss sent you here to apologise.
Afraid old Amir would get the lawyers onto him.
What I did was wrong. It's your choice.
But, for what it's worth, I believe you're making a mistake.
Maybe we just value different things.
Maybe we agree to differ.
That's the phrase, hmm?
My father is a very clever man.
A great surgeon, too.
Do you know the problem with clever men?
They always know best.
Usually, they're right.
But sometimes even a clever person can make a mistake.
Your daughter wants to share her life with you.
Her marriage, her babies, her joy and her pain.
That is more important than any song.
Don't take that away from her.
Thank you for trying.
Doctor?
If I do this for you, then you have to do something for me.
OK?
Mr Greg McConnell?
Guilty.
Everything OK?
Don't tell me some toerag's turned over my bar again.
You are being arrested for assault.
I'm being what?
Oh, oh, all right, lads. 'Ey! Good grip.
I can see that. I'm coming quietly, aren't I?
No, this way.
Landscape, not portrait. We are not savages.
To all my precious family and friends,
both alive and yet to come, here is my song,
delivered with love and respect.
They say that in life
you should sing each song as if it is your last.
So if this is my last song, let's make it a wonderful one.
Hello, darling.
Funny story...
Ah! What happened to healing hands?
They went the same way as your common sense. Fighting, seriously?
India needs superheroes.
I'm like...
..Superman, if he wore flowery shorts
and owned a world-famous beach bar.
- World-famous, is it? - Let it go. It's my fantasy.
Oh.
I heard about the drama.
How's the little girl?
She's stable for now. The village has been isolated.
There are no further cases,
so, hopefully, that should contain the outbreak.
- What about the others? - They're gonna be in quarantine
for two weeks with the girl.
You made the right decision, 100%.
Did I?
Life was so much easier when I believed in every decision I made.
Come here. Come on.
Mmm.
When did you learn to do exactly the right thing at the right time?
Training.
Just good training.
You coming home?
Got a couple of nice fat tuna steaks.
Yeah. There's something I gotta do first.
I've received Dr Varma's official resignation letter.
I'm sorry.
It's fine.
Doesn't matter.
Broken hearts matter a great deal, Ruby.
I'm not 16 any more.
Well, me neither, but it still hurts.
You think she's trying to buy her way out or is it just a cosy chat?
Lydia doesn't chat.
And you?
Erm...
I have my moments. I chat, but never at work.
That would be unprofessional.
Obviously, but...
I think we can make an exception now, right?
Ha, agreed.
Do you remember I once told you that breaking up with a man
is like removing a sticking plaster.
Just rip it off and it only hurts for two seconds.
Yeah, I remember.
I lied.
Don't make my mistake.
Don't waste the best years of your life pretending you're invincible.
Thanks for letting me know.
OK.
Bye.
So... what do you wanna talk about?
I mean, I usually start with the weather,
but it's basically just hot all the time here, right?
Yes, it's pretty hot...
especially for someone new.
Being new to India...
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with... V.
Ventilator.
Damn, OK.
Your turn.
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with...
K.
- K? - Yes.
Karishma.
What was that?
Because you got it wrong.
Oh, bollocks.
_
'Hiya.'
That smells bloody gorgeous. You're turning into a domestic god.
And one who can spot acute alcohol deficiency at ten paces.
And now I'm in love. Mmm.
- Just gonna jump in the shower. - Right behind you.
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