04x07 - Episode Seven

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You were supposed to be arriving
back as a doctor, married.

What on earth did you do, Joan?

I didn't do anything.

Promise you won't go anywhere.

All right.

I'll get the money to pay back the debt.

Congratulations.

You look like you've got just
enough there to ruin Elena's life.

I'm gonna marry her.

If you set foot on the grounds
of Stanton House again,

I'll see you arrested.

- I ran someone over.
- Oh, my God.

Is he...?

I've gotta go and confess.

No, no, no, no, don't.

Don't do anything yet.

Now, it's not as much as I'd
hoped for, but it's a start.

She makes me laugh so much.

She's obviously a little
bit in love with you.

- It's a boy.
- Is it all right?

He's not...?

You're perfect, and you're safe,

and you're gonna have...

a wonderful life.

♪ One, two, three ♪

♪ Good lovin' ♪

♪ Good lovin' ♪

♪ Good lovin' ♪

♪ Good lovin' ♪

♪ I was feelin' so bad ♪

♪ I asked my family
doctor just what I had ♪

- ♪ I said, Doctor ♪
- ♪ Doctor ♪

- ♪ Mr MD ♪
- ♪ Doctor ♪

♪ Now, can you tell me
what's ailing me? ♪

♪ Doctor ♪

♪ He said, "Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah" ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

What do you like to do at home to relax?

Gin and tonic?

I don't know. I keep up
on journal articles.

You take work home with
you. That's a great plan.

- I keep busy.
- Ah.

You need a hobby.

Tomorrow morning, 6:00 am,
the beach, be there.

I'm gonna teach you how to surf.

47 babies in one week is the record.

Impressive.

Though that was in 1951.

Dr Faber, this is our
head of obstetrics.

Dr Patterson.

Forgive the intrusion unannounced.

I haven't even brought chocolates.

Lawrence Faber. I just
read you in The Lancet.

Early detection of endometriosis.

Oh, and Dr Millar, one of our residents.

Yes.

Hello.

Lawrence.

Dr Faber has come all
the way from London

to show us the latest
in ultrasound machines.

And how many hospitals are you visiting?

Just King's Cross for now.

Let me show you the
rest of the hospital.

Yep.

Try to cheer up. Do you
know who that bloke is?

Yeah, I do.

I used to be engaged to him.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ahhhhhh ♪

♪ You think that I don't feel love ♪

♪ What I feel for you is real love ♪

♪ In other's eyes I see reflected
a hurt, scorned, rejected ♪

♪ Love child, different from the rest. ♪

- How long were you together?
- I don't want to talk about it.

Sure. I don't to pry.

Was he hopeless in the sack?

Or was he hard to live with,
giant ego, temper to match?

I just want to forget he's here.

Ah, there you are.

I was thinking Dr Faber
could join you on rounds.

Unless it's too much trouble.

Not at all. We've just started.

I'll leave you to it, then.

So what happens at the nunnery now?

Do you pray all day, every day?

We don't pray all day. There
are six calls to prayer.

Only six. Great.

The convent's not just about devotion.

Well, at least you've
stopped waving g*ns around.

That's something.

I think your prayers
brought Ed back to life.

Have you seen him today?

We tried, but Matron's always watching.

Elena, just grab your man and run.

You can have the baby anywhere.

I'll miss you.

It's lovely.

Thank you.

See... we all together.

Three friends.

Just don't blow your
nose on it or anything.

Sell the ultrasound. Go home.

The convent's my home.

All packed?

Good to see.

We've got the chariot
parked out the front.

♪ Tell me the way ♪

♪ I die a little each day ♪

♪ Cry a little each way ♪

♪ Tell me the way ♪

♪ Tell me to go ♪

♪ I lost the dice with each throw ♪

♪ I love you, girl, you know ♪

♪ Tell me to go ♪

♪ Away ♪

♪ Sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose ♪

♪ Be prepared if you've gotta choose ♪

♪ My girl's gone away... ♪

Sister Bernadette.

Take care.

Go inside, Rita.

You can make up your bed and still
be in time for midday prayers.

I remember, Sister Bernadette.

When does the epidural go in?

Meg wants to avoid medical
intervention, if she can.

No dr*gs. Birth's part
of nature, after all.

Nature, yes.

My mother used to say garden slugs
and herpes were natural too.

Meg's had a normal,
uneventful pregnancy.

Delivering twins vaginally is a risk.

Having an epidural in
place gives us control.

And not having one in place
gives the mother control

to respond to what she's feeling.

If anything happens...

Pregnancy is not a disease, Dr Faber.

We can intervene
without extra analgesia.

You don't want to have to
go through the pain...

- Meg's entitled to a choice.
- Joan.

She is.

An informed choice, of course.

I'm sorry.

That wasn't ideal.

What the hell, Lawrence?

You don't get to just parachute in here

and carry on like nothing happened.

- I know. I meant to find you first.
- No, this is an ambush.

I wanted to explain.

But everyone was there.

I rehearsed 50 opening lines.

Some of them included
handing you a puppy.

There's a reason we
haven't talked in years.

But here I am.

Please, Joan.

You hurt me.

I thought I'd buried it, but here you...

I heard what happened to your baby.

I'm so, so sorry.

What you've been through...

I don't want to talk
about that. Not with you.

Okay. You're looking good.

Should be out of here
in a day or so tops.

Still no memory of the accident,
just a complete blank?

I reckon I'm getting flashes.

- Definitely a car.
- Oh, yeah?

You remember what sort of car, or...?

How is Mr Thornton's
pregnancy progressing, Doctor?

Oh... good?

Dr Bowditch is an obstetrician, and
well out of his natural habitat.

Yet again.

Yeah.

Dr Mi... Wilson was tied up,

so I was just... just filling in.

Strange. Wilson saw me
about 10 minutes ago.

Okay, all right.

Well, I should be back to it, then.

What is your interest here, Doctor?

No interest.

Just passing.

And what do you think you're
doing in here, young lady?

Nothing!

I was just...

Nothing.

Come on.

Amanti.

Joan, can't we talk?

I heard you got married.

Divorced a year later.

Look, my plan was to find you alone in
the hospital somewhere and explain.

If you'd caught me alone,
I'd have punched you.

- Look, this is the truth.
- The truth?

We conceived a child and
you made me get rid of it.

This place is buzzing.

I can see how it gets under your skin.

Well, it never gets
boring, that's for sure.

Good distraction, then.

I did not make you call that clinic.

You drove me there.

We decided it was for the best.

I was trying to support you.

We had a choice.

I think we made the wrong one.

♪ And how much you've been hurt ♪

♪ But it's a start ♪

♪ When you open up your heart ♪

♪ Trying to hide ♪

♪ What you feel inside... ♪

Perfect timing.

I really need to buy somebody a drink.

Thanks, but I'm meeting a friend.

Right. Sure.

Hey, listen... you've
known Joan a long time.

Has she ever said anything
about Lawrence Faber?

No, not to me.

Oh, you're very cute when you're lying.

Did you know that?

There must be more.

Of course there is.

But it's not my place to say.

All right.

♪ It's a start ♪

♪ When you open up your heart... ♪

First he remembers the car.

- Next he remembers the colour.
- He's due to be discharged.

What if he remembers my face?

He was unconscious when
you helped him, wasn't he?

- Oh, don't remind me.
- Then he won't remember your face.

No, look, I could just
go to the police now,

and since he's feeling well...

You got lucky, Simon. Ed's not hurt.

We have a chance to
get on with our lives.

Your job now is to buy
me a very large drink,

and a bigger one for you.

Come on.

♪ What goes up must come down ♪

♪ Spinning wheel got to go round ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout your
troubles, it's a cryin' sin ♪

♪ Ride a painted pony, let
the spinning wheel spin ♪

♪ You got no money, you got no home ♪

♪ Spinning wheel... ♪

I'm gonna have a dance with the girls.

Right, love.

♪ Talkin' 'bout your troubles,
and you never learn ♪

♪ Ride a painted pony,
let the spinning wheel turn ♪

♪ Did you find a directing sign...? ♪

If you've done something wrong,
do you reckon you should confess?

What have you done? Do I know her?

I need some air.

♪ ...within your mind ♪

♪ And show you the
colours that are real... ♪

If I'm honest, Viv...

I have a bit of a crush on you too.

♪ Someone is waiting just for you ♪

♪ Spinning wheel ♪

♪ Spinning through ♪

♪ Drop all your troubles
by the riverside. ♪

Goodnight, then.

Goodnight.

I remember that sound.

It means you're getting up.

Very bad idea.

When's your flight back to London?

Don't think about that now.

Remember the matron in London City
where you did your obstetrics term?

She kept mistaking me for a
nurse the entire six weeks.

There's a job going at that hospital.

Permanent obstetrician.

What's that to you?
That'd be pocket money.

Not to me.

I was thinking about you.

In case you wanted a
bridge back into the UK.

The head of obstetrics
there is a friend,

and you are a terrific doctor.

So I suspect you have
a very good chance.

This machine can detect foetal
heart activity at just seven weeks.

We can also use both A and B scan
to estimate biparietal diameter.

We had a date with the waves.

I forgot. I'm sorry.

It's much simpler.

Dr Patterson, for the first time.

Very impressive, Dr Faber.

Your baby's head is well engaged, Wendy.

Shouldn't be long.

Maybe it's time for an oxytocin drip.

Help nature along a little.

Barring complications, I'm
sure Dr Millar would prefer

nature to take its course.

Last night, obviously
that looked... strange.

You two are friends.
Really good friends.

I don't need to hear it.

"Leave $400 by three o'clock..."

It's blackmail.

"Or I will tell the cops
about the hit-and-run."

It's all coming out.

Who did this? They sent this note to me.

- Someone knows that we're married.
- Ed.

He said he was remembering.

Don't, don't.

He's been bedridden, and where
would he get a typewriter?

Oh, so someone wants a ton
of money we don't have.

So we pay.

Are you listening to me?

We barely covered the
mortgage this month.

There is no money in the bank,

and I have $8 in my wallet.

- We're stuffed, Martha.
- We'll find a way.

We have to.

Missed a spot.

What are you guys doing here?

Relax, we snuck in
past some old penguin.

She looks seriously scary.

Can I have a hug? I miss you.

So this place is creepy.

And they've got you doing sl*ve labour,

so I can see not much has changed.

It's in service of God. We
do whatever he asks of us.

What are you girls doing here?

This is a cloistered area.

No distractions. Leave, immediately.

Sorry, Sister. We go now.

I can see you're going
to be my pet project.

Now get on with it.

There's a lot to do before prayers.

It's not exactly $400.

It'll have to do.

- Where'd you get all of that?
- Doesn't matter.

No, look, we can still
get the police involved.

No, we can't.

We watch and wait and find
out who's doing this to us.

Where are your wedding rings?

No, no, no.

They are all we had to sell.

It's not worth it. No way.
I can't ask you to.

- I'm getting it back.
- Simon, please, we're so close.

Ward D, everyone out now.

Everyone in maternity
out to the courtyard.

Martha, some help,
please. This is not a drill.

Doctor, hop to it!

Yep, yep, come on, love. You're right.

Thank you so much, all right.

It's all good.

- You right? Ooh.
- Nothing to stress about.

It's okay, got it under control.

f*g in a rubbish bin. Reckon we'll live.

False alarm! Everyone as you were.

Nothing to worry about. Back to work.

It's gone.

We paid. It's done.

Forget about it.

And now you have missed Compline.

Are you trying to make Jesus sad?

No, Sister.

This was not a day to please the Lord.

First your friends assail us...

with their own loose morals on
display for all the world to see.

They're not like that at all. I...

And now you neglect evening prayers.

Tomorrow we shall put you
to work in the garden.

Hopefully you are better
with the vegetables

than with the floors.

I did notice the lettuce are dying.

They're not getting enough
sun behind that screen,

so I thought I could move
them next to the carrots.

Novices are not asked
to show initiative.

You're here to have your
heart shaped for God.

Some things don't belong
where you've put them.

Andrew Patterson is pushing for
a new men's room to be opened

so fathers can be present during labour.

Men being forced to watch
the birth of their child.

It's traumatising.

Patterson's a favourite
here at the moment.

People listen.

Who's backing him? Dr Millar, I suppose.

Dr Faber whispered in my ear.

It's possible Dr Millar may
pursue a job in London.

A move overseas would
be a wonderful respite.

A great relief... for Joan.

Gin.

Rita?

What are you doing here?

Oh, my God. You escaped?

I missed you all.

I think maybe God doesn't want
me to stay at the convent.

Oh, that's convenient.

What did the penguin
say? Did she go spare?

I snuck out.

I did leave a note.

Are there nun police?

- They're gonna be after you for sure.
- No.

There is the Matron, though.

We have to hide Rita.

There's that storeroom downstairs.

We can filch food for you.

Thanks, but I need to talk
to Matron to make it right.

Rise and shine.

Everyone should be up.
Beds should be made.

What on earth?

Please, Matron.

I want to stay.

You are not to leave the hospital

until I organise for your return
to the convent, where you belong.

Come on! Up, up, up, up!

Lawrence thinks I should move to London.

I think it could work.
He seems different.

We've both changed.

No way you're riding
a bloody wave today.

Why not? I've got the moves.

Come on.

I do! What?

Out on the water, you've
got to let the world go.

You leave it on the shore.

Then you can be one with the ocean.

The ocean seems kind of cold today.

What's happened?

"$200 by next Monday."

Or else.

What do they think, we're made of money?

I can't pay it.

I should have tried harder to fix this.

- Done something sooner.
- Done what?

I'm gonna come clean, starting with Ed.

Please. Just let me fix this.

I-I have no idea what I'm doing, Kate?

We haven't done anything.

Yes, we have.

And... you're married.

I'm not just married.

I... I'm pregnant.

I just got the results.

That is fantastic.

- Congratulations!
- Thanks.

Thank you, Viv.

You're gonna be so busy getting ready.

Yeah, I guess.

I-I hope...

I'm sure we'll see each other around.

Yeah, I'm sure we will.

We're friends, right?

There he is.

Do you have a plan?

- Tell the truth.
- Just blurt it out?

- He might go to the police.
- Yeah, good.

I have to do this. It's
gonna come out anyway.

I want to see you two.

In my office.

You two have been jumping around
like a couple of scalded cats.

You haven't had your
mind on the job all week.

- Overworked.
- Mmm.

Yeah, you know what it's like.

And then... there's this.

- What's that?
- Oh, please.

I saw you throw it away.

Uh... it was... it was me.

Sorry.

I-I-I knocked Ed Thornton
down with my car.

The ambulance was
coming, and I... I left.

What were you thinking?

I just panicked.

I'll tell the hospital board first.

Or maybe, I don't know,
I'll go to the police.

- No, no, no, no.
- It has to come from me.

Go back to work. Say nothing.

This can be handled discreetly.

And stay away from Ed.

Yeah. Righto.

Can I take those for you?
I know where they go.

- I think you're meant to be waiting.
- I want to help out here.

Viv, you had a baby in
Stanton House, didn't you?

Like me.

Twins, actually.

Two beautiful girls.

And you don't mind working here?

It's been good?

Mostly good.

There's Matron, of course.

But there's something special

about seeing new life
come into the world,

being a part of that.

It never gets old.

Meg's been in established
labour about two hours now.

Hello, Meg.

Sounds like your babies
are on their way.

How far apart are the contractions?

- All the time.
- About three minutes apart.

I'm gonna take a look, okay?

Cervix is thin and effaced.

She's nicely dilated.

Let's get her into the delivery suite.

Deborah!

Yes, Matron.

Please, take a seat.

I must apologise.

I've been too slow to talk to you

about your many spirited
letters of complaint.

Oh, right.

All banged out in high dudgeon
on your little typewriter.

And then... there's this.

Your blackmail note.

No. I've never seen
that before in my life.

Your machine types in cursive,
Deborah, like these notes.

And the police can match
these notes to your typewriter.

I was only doing it to help Elena.

With the money, her and
Ed can stay together.

- Does Elena know?
- Of course not. I'm not stupid.

So you knew who ran over Ed
and you kept it a secret?

Well, I only just found out.

I... didn't know for sure.
It was just a guess.

Dr Bowditch was always
hanging around Ed's room,

and Martha said some
really weird stuff to him.

You're going to give
me all the money now.

Tell no one.

If you cooperate, there
will be no ramifications.

You will, of course, be on double
work duties until your baby arrives.

Oh! Oh!

So gorgeous, Meg.

- Two beautiful girls.
- Shh.

Congratulations.

- Doing well?
- Yes.

And no need for an epidural.

Good call, then.

I'm... I'm not the
woman you knew in '68.

A lot's changed.

It's okay. I like everything I see.

How... how did you do that? We've
been racking our brains for days.

Who was it? Was it Ed?

There's no harm done.
Let sleeping dogs lie.

But, come on, blackmail.

We can't really report them, can we?

Unless you still want to throw
away your medical career?

The guilty party is leaving
the hospital very soon.

That's enough.

Ed's leaving soon?

Oh, and I've taken a certain amount
of the ransom to cover a need.

Hey.

I've gotta go.

No.

Please stay.

You're gonna have our baby real soon.

I'm not gonna let them give it away.

I'm gonna pay off what
your family owes fast.

No more fighting, Ed.

Promise me.

I promise.

I'm coming back for ya.

We'll be together.

Because that's fate, okay?

Fate.

Time to go.

This should tide you over.

Whatever you do, leave Elena alone.

Best not let a silly romance
turn into a lifelong mistake.

I thought maybe there was a trainee
job here on the wards like I did.

Rita has shown that
she is a hard worker,

and we always need an
extra pair of hands.

Please, Matron.

You do understand this job has
as many lows as it does highs.

And it's how you handle the
lows that concerns me.

I can do it, Matron.

I know I can.

And I promise you I won't let you down.

I've been through
Laura's file twice now.

Was there something I missed?

I want your opinion.

Maybe if I'd asked
earlier for an antibiotic.

It was an underlying heart condition.

Pneumonia was probably inevitable.

But, look, there must be something else.

There is nothing to indicate...

Or if I'd asked for a broader
spectrum antibiotic.

If you really want my opinion,
you did everything you could.

I'm sure there was something
else I could have done.

The way I see it, you want answers.

You want a reason Laura d*ed.

Even if that reason is you?

Yes.

I don't know how to get through this.

You need to make a change.

There's a new life out there, Joan.

London's waiting.

I need you to promise me something.

Promise never to hock
my rings ever again.

No, I need you to promise me
that you'll never take 'em off.

Love you.

Love you.

This adventure's been
everything I wanted it to be.

How much notice have you given?

Can I make an appointment
time for you at London City?

- What about your passport?
- Lawrence...

I can't come to England.

What?

- Is this about...?
- It'd be running away.

I've run away before.

It's time I stopped.

A new start.

What's keeping you here?

We've forgiven each other for
what happened in England,

- and that's a wonderful thing.
- Oh, stuff forgiveness.

I love you, Joan.

And I love you.

I can't come.

- Ohh, Bella.
- Aww.

Looking good.

And the convent will let me go
back for noviceship classes.

- So what's the pay like?
- They pay me?

Rita! Let me have a look at you.

Hat a little further back on the head.

There's no room in the
nurses' quarters for now.

You'll have to stay in
Stanton House a little longer.

And these are your extra night-time
chores until further notice.

Have you worked with
grease traps before?

Moo.

I knew you wouldn't go to England.

There's no surf closer than 500 miles.

How do you know I'm
not going to England?

It seems we have a new obstetrics EMR.

Joan Millar.

Hello again.

Aren't you supposed to be in Singapore?

I had a revelation in the taxi.

Wherever you are, that's where I'll be.

The most romantic Love
Child of the year is here.

♪ I don't know what it is that
makes me love you so... ♪

Joan Miller, I'd do just
about anything for you.

The proposal.

Will she say "I do"?

And an unmissable farewell.

Who says goodbye?

Love Child,

next Tuesday after new 20 To One.

On Nine.