*CREDITS*
- There he is again. - Catch him!
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Hari!
We told you to stay away!
He's here!
We warned you, Hari.
No.
Hey. Hey. Hello. Can you hear me?
Hello? (Shit.) Help! Somebody help me!
I need a doctor here now. Go!
.. two, three, four, five, six, seven... Come on!
Shit!
Stab to the side of his chest. Arrested with tension.
- I improvised. - I can see that.
Either both of us have got personal hygiene problems,
or something is going on.
Well, I'm freshly-showered and wearing an expensive cologne.
As a gentleman, I can't comment further.
Where is everyone?
A kid from the beach was attacked. They just dumped him and drove off.
- Oh, my God. Is he is all right? - I think so. Thanks to AJ.
- AJ? - He found him outside. Anyway, he's awake now.
Dr Varma and Dr Walker are fighting over the chest drain.
- No. My appointment is now! - Mr Rahul is back again.
If I've not told him once, I've told him a thousand times.
Memory clinic is on a Tuesday. Mr Rahul, no. Not today, dear.
Oi. Hey, hey. What are you doing?
Looking for my clothes. Or at least my underwear.
Please tell me we weren't skinny-dipping.
- No, no, you're not going anywhere. - I'm fit as a fiddle.
- They need the beds for sick people. - For Christ's sake, Paul,
you nearly drowned last night. I had to drag you out.
And you know what? For that, I'm gonna buy you a pint.
All right, two pints and a packet of crisps.
We both know what you tried to do.
I was pissed. Beer-fuelled self-pity.
I'd have thought a highly-trained barman
could recognise that at ten bloody yards.
Bullshit. I was there. You meant every damn word.
I was drunk. And now I'm going home.
Ah, there are you are. Did you deal with Mr Rahul?
Well, he saw my side of the argument eventually.
- Good. - Oh, wait. This came for you.
Dr Fonseca?
Yeah, thanks. That'll be all.
Perhaps he's telling the truth.
You weren't there. I was. He wanted to die.
- He as good as told me himself. - What exactly do you want me to do?
- Help him. Help me help him. - Where is he?
He's on his way back to the hotel as if nothing's happened.
Look, I'm sorry. Right now, there's someone I need to see urgently.
- And this isn't urgent? - He trusts you. Stay with him.
Try and persuade him to come back and talk to me
and we can discuss medication, perhaps grief counselling.
So that's it? That's what you've got? Some pills and a chat?
- There is nothing else. - Well, can't you just... I mean...
Lock him up for his own safety.
I'm a doctor, not a jailer. I'll do everything I can...
It's OK. I'll deal with it. Obviously, it's my problem.
Hello? Virginia? I got your letter.
I came as soon as...
- Finally. - Christ!
I hope you were paying attention, because that's exactly
how I want them to discover me when the time comes.
Clear? Good.
Let's have a drink.
And take a deep breath again.
It sounds better already.
- Wanna try? - Sure.
- How's the pain? - OK.
Hari, I need to know who did this to you.
Did you have an argument with someone?
They catch me fishing in the wrong place.
Their territory.
If I tell the police, it will only be worse.
You can't just let them get away with it.
Thank you for what you did. I'm grateful.
But I don't want to make trouble.
But, Hari, if we do nothing, then what?
Next time, you might not be so lucky.
- How long have you been in India? - Long enough.
Then you will know some things are different here...
.. and some problems can't easily solve.
If you really wants to help me, then let me get out of here.
- I'm mentoring a new, young doctor. - Really? - Hmm.
I hope she's a better student than you were.
I've missed this. You and I.
We used to talk all the time. What happened?
You told me never to darken your door again.
Oh, did I?... How very dramatic.
Don't pretend you've forgotten, Virginia.
I remember being usurped by my sweet little protege.
And I remember we agreed it was for the best, all things considered.
- You considered me incompetent. - I didn't have a choice, did I?
No prisoners for Dr Fonseca.
The most ruthless acts, always justified
for the greater good. I imagine nothing's changed.
I still try to do what's best for the hospital, yeah.
You're very noble.
Did you get me all the way out here to rake over ancient history?
Or really was it just to insult me?
Of course not. This is just the entree.
I need you to hate me just a little. The fire must be stoked.
- What is it you want, Virginia? - I want you to kill me.
It's all there. Read it and weep.
"Squamous cell carcinoma, apex of the right lung. Locally advanced.
Multiple metastases in the liver, lungs and brain."
Full house. Pay the bank.
And before you ask, I've had a second opinion.
Every doctor this side of Kochi thinks I'm dying, including me.
- I'm sorry. - Oh, please. Don't be. I don't require a bleeding heart.
I've made you a barber's appointment for the morning.
And yes, this is the last time we are together before the wedding.
Why so much of fuss? Nobody's going to be looking at me.
I will.
Are you really sure about this?
A beautiful, sophisticated woman like you
getting married to a man like me? I'm not exactly a prize catch.
Hey.
You're a strong man and you're handsome...
.. and that's exactly the kind of man I've been dreaming of.
Cold water.
Sir. Wait, wait. Come, come. Let me help you. Come. OK.
- No. I won't do it. - We all know the end is not in doubt.
I am dying. Let's not quibble about the time.
You have no right to ask me this, Virginia.
Lydia, you and I have spent our lives helping other people.
So help me now. I deserve it!
Let other people wash away their lives. But you and I,
- we choose our fate, and I choose this now. - No.
I will not be a burden!
Please. Please don't
be a selfish little bitch about this, please.
Stuff you, then!
Let's see what we've got in here.
I'm sure I could mix up a nice little cocktail.
It doesn't have to be like this.
Why don't you come home with me and I'll look after you?
Oh, I'm sure the man in your life would love having
a dying, old woman rotting away on his couch
for weeks on end.
Why don't you come and see your hospital for the last time?
See what I've done with it. Your legacy.
And then do we have a deal?
Then I'll think about it.
Hey. Erm, we need to speak with your patient.
I recognise his truck from this morning.
- We think he might be one of Hari's attackers. - No.
His wound needs stitching. That's my priority,
not two people playing detective.
Hey. Erm, what were you doing in that truck this morning?
- I need to know what happened. - It's none of your business.
- Please. - OK. Erm, AJ,
- I think I saw some police officers outside. Could you just...? - Wait.
See, it's not my fault.
I tried to stop them, but people were angry after him.
What, just because he fished on someone else's beach?
Dr Walker? A word outside, please.
AJ, could you fetch me a suture wire and a needle?
I agree with my patient. This is none of our business.
Hari's in trouble, and I'm trying to help.
How's that going, by the way? Your silence speaks volumes.
- So we just sit by and do nothing? - No, we patch him up
and then we discharge him. And if necessary, we do it again.
If idiots want to fight to the death with knives,
- then that's their business. - I don't agree. - I can see that.
Look, how long are we going to keep doing this?
Keep doing what?
Well, clearly you're angry about what happened between us,
but if this is going to affect our job,
then we both need to get over it. Don't you agree?
Where did he go?
Where's the patient from that bed? Thanks.
Hari?
Chandran, please.
- Yeah. Big one? - Yeah. Big one. - There you go.
Eight thousand, five hundred and seventy-two rupees.
- This makes us straight. - For God's sake. Paul. Paul!
Coming back here was a mistake. Don't get me wrong,
it was good to see you. I count you as a mate.
So, that's it? You just... just go home?
Sometimes in life, you just have to admit defeat.
No point in being a damn fool about it.
- Well? - Well, you've repainted.
- And I approve. - Ram chose it.
Nothing like having your name over the door.
Lets the world know you've arrived.
Dr Fonseca, thank goodness. I'm so sorry. Excuse me.
Hitesh is here for his steroid shot and he's insisting you do it.
Believe me, I have tried, but there's no telling him today.
Ah, Dr Walker. There's someone I'd like you to meet.
Dr Ruby Walker, Dr Virginia Mileham, the doctor who founded this place.
Keep an eye on her for a minute, would you?
- Hi. Very nice to meet you. - You're English?
Sort of. It's a long story.
Well, then, for Christ's sake, don't tell me.
I'm on borrowed time, dear.
So, erm, how is she treating you?
- Dr Fonseca is an excellent teacher. - Very diplomatic, Dr Walker. Yeah.
But what you really want to say is that she's a bloody nightmare.
Of course, I taught her everything she knows,
but, Christ, it took years.
Every lesson had to be drilled into that thick skull of hers.
Stubborn as a bloody mule.
- Can I ask you a question? - Go on.
Why is it called the Good Karma Hospital?
- Did you name it? - No.
It was one of my first patients, actually.
I'd been treating him and it... it just sort of stuck.
He said, "Good medicine is like good karma.
Help others and you help yourself. A virtuous circle."
- What was wrong with him? - Haemorrhoids.
Probably one of the worst cases I'd ever seen.
Suffering can be profound and banal, Dr Walker,
but it's suffering just the same.
Now, I think you should go and help that poor woman's myxoedema
before she slips into a coma.
Thinning hair, slightly overweight. Obvious even from here.
All right. Thanks.
It hurt when you usurped me, Lydia.
But I'm impressed.
You took my little cottage hospital
and turned it into something I could only dream about.
All by removing the weakest link.
You were never that, Virginia.
I simply followed my conscience. You taught me that.
I just couldn't have lived with myself if someone had got hurt.
I want to die the way I've lived, my dear.
In control.
Help me.
Help me, and then
maybe somebody will help you when your turn comes.
- Trying it for size? - I'm sorry. I'm just coming.
Is it really true? With a pen?
- It's true. - Didn't even know you could write. Hmm.
- When's your flight? - I'm going now.
- What are you gonna do? - Do you know how many stadiums there are
- in the football league? - 92. - Thank you. Correct.
And if you watch a match in each of them,
you get to apply for a tie or something.
And then there's annual dinners and a newsletter...
- That's your plan? - Yeah, why not?
- Should keep me out of trouble. - I don't believe you.
On that beach, you wanted to die,
and I don't think any bloody thing has changed, has it?
No.
So if you get on that flight... we're never gonna see you again.
I pity the poor bastard that finds you.
Now, come on, Paul! Talk to me!
I could talk to you. I could talk to any Tom, Dick or Harry
until I'm blue in the bloody face, and she'd still be gone.
She'd still be dead and I'll still be here. Stuck. Abandoned.
- She was the love of your life. - Yeah. She was.
- And now she's gone. - And that makes you a lucky man.
- How do you work that one out? - Millions of people
live out their days without ever knowing what that feels like.
They go to their graves still wondering. But not you.
You won the bloody lottery.
- And now I've lost the ticket. - Oh, but you had it!
True bloody love...
and it's yours to keep.
Which makes you the luckiest man I know.
Luckiest man standing here, anyway.
I've got a plane to catch.
Can you stop the car, please? I... I need to get out.
I'll always be waiting for you.
There's no rush.
No rush at all.
- I'm being a fool, Maggie. - Yes.
I'm sorry.
I know. I know.
We kept it secretly for so long. No-one had any idea.
Maybe I got careless, I don't know.
It's hard to hide how you feel about someone.
- And they attacked you? - Yes.
What about Chandran? Why didn't he try and stop them?
What choice did he have?
They would have killed us both.
At least this way, only one of us gets hurt.
- You think we are wrong? - No.
But what you are doing is against the law.
- And you agree with that? - Of course not.
But it is the truth.
In the city, people turn a blind eye. Outside the city...
I can never go home now. Never see my family again.
Chandran.
Sometimes love is worth the risk.
Yeah.
Good health.
- I'm frightened. - I know.
Stuff it.
There's some... room for a little one.
Thank you.
Don't be lonely, Lydia.
You deserve so much more.
Promise me that.
I promise.
Yes, I've just found her. She's been unwell for some time.
Thank you.
What are you wearing? The wedding's in an hour.
Not really in the mood.
Still no word?
I'm sorry. You did your best.
- That was a pile of shite. - I don't believe that.
I think if anyone could have helped him, it was you.
Come with me.
- Why? - Because a good friend of ours
is getting married today to the woman he loves,
and he'd like us both to be there.
Well, that's where I'm gonna be.
And I think you need someone today, so it might as well be me.
Please.
I'm bringing the bottle.
- What if she doesn't come? - She'll be here, Dad.
Nobody goes through this much effort if they're not sure.
Come.
Stop fidgeting or it will take twice as long.
- But it's itchy. - Who on earth dressed you?
Well, believe it or not, I did it myself.
Hmm. Well, we are introducing large pins.
I would advise you to stay very still.
Ruby! Real Indian women don't fidget. Hmm.
What, and I'm not? A real Indian woman?
Of course not. You were born in Nottingham.
Last time I looked, that was not in India.
But we may be prepared to adopt you...
.. after a suitable time period and a trial.
And how long is this trial exactly?
It finishes exactly...
.. now.
- So, do I pass? - With flying colours.
Time out. Time out.
- Hey, Dad. - Hey.
I don't have the stamina for this, AJ.
You know, many men, they desire younger wives,
but it's exhausting. Don't try it.
Er, Dad, I actually, erm...
I wanted your professional advice. On this.
- What's this? - Look, I... I've filled it out the best I can.
- Medical school? - I know there's still room for improvements,
but I just want to give myself every chance of being accepted.
I just want you to be proud of me.
Remember this.
I've been proud of you ever since the day you were born
and I'm going to be proud of you till the day I die.
However...
I'm going to post this myself.
(Oh, my God.)
My boy is going to be a doctor...
.. just like me.
I asked for your help with Paul. I needed you and you walked away.
- I'm sorry. - What can I say? You're a busy woman.
Always have been. It's just something I need to accept.
What if things were to change? What if I made some time for us?
- That's just the drink talking. - No, no. I mean it.
I never thought I'd hear Dr Lydia Fonseca say those words.
I'm not sure I believe this.
- I thought about what you said. - And...?
- Maggie wouldn't want it. - No.
No, she wouldn't.
- People are looking at us. - Bollocks to 'em.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Did you wear that for me? - You're joking.
Yes, I am.... Teasing you has remained surprisingly easy.
They look happy.
I think that's because they are.
I'm sorry that I...
.. that I...
- That you kissed me? - Yeah.
Yeah.
OK.
Er, Mari is staring at us.
I know. People clearly have expectations.
So, er, what are yours?
I think I'm still trying to figure it out.
And there's somewhere I need to go to do that.
So... where does that leave me?
Waiting?
Sorry.
I can wait.
Thanks.
You're very, erm, patient.
- Yes, I am. - Hmm. - Very.
Come on, you two. You're needed on the dance floor.
Duty calls?
I'm so sorry.
- I'll drive you. - You don't have to do that.
What can I say? You're worth it. Anyway, I'm worried you might still be drunk after last night.
- And you're sober, are you? - This liver is a highly-trained machine.
You may be a great doctor but as a drinker, you're still a plucky amateur.
Am I... worth it?
Do you really need to ask me that?
When people need you, they need you. Like I helped Paul.
And without a whisker of false modesty,
- I'd say I saved that man's life. - Of course you did.
I'm trying to tell you that I get it.
You're never gonna change, Lydia. And I don't want you to.
- I'm just glad we're still friends. - Oh, we're not friends.
< Ruby! Dad, Ruby's here!
- Hi. - I'll take that.
Come on in.
Come and sit down.
- Is that the hernia patient? - Yes, Dr Fonseca.
Take him straight to the ward and swap with the Kochi transfer.
Ah, Mr Rahul. Memory clinic? I'm sure Sister Mari will be happy to help.
Do you remember the way? Don't worry. I'll help you.
- Mr Thampi? - He's a regular.
Three minutes maximum, unless you enjoy
a dissertation on the prostate gland.
I'll bear that in mind. Come, sir.
Mrs Pillai?
- Welcome to the Good Karma Hospital. - Thank you, Doctor.
- What seems to be the problem? - Well, er...