03x02 - Episode 2

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Morning, Dr. Varma.
How are we doing?

- Morning.
- Morning.

No shortage of patients,
but a distinct lack of train.

It'll be here.

Well, there are several
candidates for plastics --

little Mani here, for one --
so let's just hope you're right.

- Morning, Dr. Walker.
- Morning.

Morning.

Good morning, Sister.
Everything okay?

Good morning, Dr. Fonseca.
Everything is under control.

My nurses are processing
over there.

There's a lot of people,
but we're handling it.

Good.

See?

Okay. Let's start prepping
the team and equipment.

We have a lot to go through.

Hi.

- Dr. Fonseca?
- Yes.

I'm Dr. Ray.

You are very, very welcome.

Come this way.

This is Sister Mari
and Dr. Varma.

Hey, Gabriel.

I insisted on extra investment
in the surgical equipment.

The kit's now the same
as we use in Bombay.

So you two worked together
in Mumbai?

I was his first supervisor --

back when he was a shy
little 18-year-old

who didn't know his elbow
from his retractor clamp.

How long has it been
since we last worked together?

Five years?

Something like that.

Small world.

One of our objectives
is training local surgeons.

Dr. Varma can assist me today
i- if you can spare him.

Excellent.
I was hoping you'd say that.

We have several candidates
for surgery both here

and back at the hospital.

Great. Why don't you show me
to the first patient, then?

He likes you.

Mind you, he pretty much likes
everyone.

Your first?

What a sweetheart.

I know we are biased, but he is,
isn't he?

Problem is his eating
and drinking.

It's very hard to feed him.

He isa little underweight.

Yeah.
He tries, but he cannot feed.

We have tried
different techniques,

but he keeps getting thinner.

I just...
just want to feed my child.

Let's see what we can do
about that?

Wait. Wait.
Wait.

Are you going to tell me
what this is all about?

- The surgery or --
- No.

You turning up here
in my town, on this train,

which has never stopped here
before.

And don't tell me
it's a coincidence.

Of course it's not.

Get, Mani ready
for the theater, please.

Are you ready to recommence
your education, Dr. Varma?

Bravo!

You see, Doctor?

I can still dance the rumba
like nobody's business.

John Travolta,
eat your heart out.

You don't need sight to dance.

Just rhythm --
and a good partner, of course.

Now, your cataracts
have extended significantly

since I last saw you.

I'm afraid they will cause total
sight loss within the year.

And there's nothing you can do?

Not here, no.

But there's a reason
I asked you to come in today.

I know we've talked
about surgery before.

But Kochi is so far away.

This doesn't involve Kochi.

What would you say to free
surgery right here in Barco?

I'd say you were pulling my leg.

Well, I'm not.

And it can be done this
afternoon --

on The Miracle Train.

Have you ever used this
in surgery before?

You've been in the sticks
for too long.

Well, it's...impressive.

The goal here is to separate
Mani's nasal and oral cavities.

Why?

To, reconstruct
the soft palate.

Other than the patently obvious?

To, um...

To form a valve which is both
watertight and airtight.

If we don't do that, he will
never be able to speak properly.

We do that by making
two incisions,

both the sides of the palate.

Scalpel and mask, please.

The operation
will only take a few minutes.

You'll be back home
by this evening

and with a bit of luck

should be able to see
the glorious Keralan sunset.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Fonseca, could you,
tell me more

about the risks of surgery?

Well, as with any operation,

there's a small chance
of infection.

And what if that happened?

If that happened, then
his eyesight could end up worse.

- Worse?
- Yeah, but it's only a 2% risk.

It's a very straightforward
procedure.

What about the recovery time?

No strenuous activity
for a few weeks.

That's all, really.

Priya?

I'm sorry.
I'm fine.

It's all just a-a lot
to take in.

You really don't need to worry.

And the benefits far outweigh
the risks.

Think of all the things
you'll be able to do

once he gets his eyesight back.

A whole new chapter
of your lives.

There is minimal swelling,
and the breathing is normal.

You'll have to keep
his mouth clean.

Feed him water after milk
and feed him in clean bottles.

So he's okay now?
Like, he'll be able to drink?

You have yourself a happy
little healthy boy.

Thank you so much!

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Please let us thank you.

We have to celebrate
in your honor.

Thank you,
but I have so much work, so...

But you'll have to eat, no?

Can we sit with him?

Dr. Varma will transfer him
to the hospital.

Please, please don't say no.
Please allow us.

For sometime, please.

Take five.

Thank you.

Excuse me! Coming through!

Watch where you're going!

Yes, yes.
We know.

Can I help you, sir?

Edmund Dalrymple.

Ted.

Tried to tackle it myself.

The bugger didn't seem
to want to stop.

It's okay.
I've got you.

Now, let's go.

Must have been a bad fall.

Didn't have my stick.

Pride of a foolish old man.

You here on holiday?

Research trip.

I'm writing a m*llitary history
of partition.

How'd you get into that?

It's always been an area
of interest.

I was born here, you know.

My father was a civil servant
in the Raj.

Stayed on after independence.

So this is home.

We went back to England
in the '60s.

I haven't been back here
since then.

But the smells, the clove,
incense,

something slightly sweet you
can't quite put your finger on.

When I stepped from the plane,

I felt as though
I was 6 years old

and running 'round
after my amah again.

What about family?
Are they here with you now?

No.

Solo adventure.

Which is why I really need to be
on my way.

So much work still left
to be done.

Soon, okay?

There's just a couple of
quick tests I need to run first.

Hey!

Beautiful, aren't they?

And it's not even lunchtime.

"Never delay
kissing a pretty girl

or opening a bottle of whiskey."

Not me.
Hemingway.

Though I like to think
I channel him.

Famous for his love of mojitos,

which I make
an exceptionally good one.

I prefer a vodka tonic.

Heathen.

Seriously, I owe you one.

You've saved me from a cruel
and untimely sobriety.

Cheers.

Cheers.

So, have you decided how long
you're staying yet?

...I don't know.

Maybe just a few weeks,
you know?

I got nothing to rush back for.

That's all right, isn't it?

Yeah.
It's great.

Listen.
Why don't we go out for dinner?

Just the two of us.
Somewhere nice.

Why?

We can't drink if we go out.

I know somewhere we can drink.

Bloody hell.

It's been years
since we just sat

and properly talked, you know?

Dad, we talk all the time.

Okay.

Yeah. All right. Yeah.
Go on, then. Yeah.

If you want to.

Yeah, I do.

Mr. Chavan?

I have your consent forms here.

Thank you, Doctor,
but you won't be needing them.

I've decided not to go ahead
with the operation after all.

I know the risks
can sound scary.

But they're really are
very small.

Thank you for your help,
but we must be going.

I'll get a taxi.

We've been talking about surgery
for the past few months.

It's finally possible,
and now you don't want it?

You've been kind, as always,
Doctor.

I don't need compliments,
Mr. Chavan.

My only interest
is in saving your eyesight.

You do realize that you'll be
totally blind within 12 months?

The taxi's here.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sister, can I have a word
with you?

I need to give in my notice.

And why on earth for?

Deepak, he wants me
to stop working immediately

once we are married.

But we talked about this.

I mean, there's absolutely
no need

for a woman in this day and age
to give up work

just because she got married.

I've made up my mind.

Tomorrow will be my last shift.

Just like that.

Never mind her contract,
never mind her patients,

the hospital staff she's leaving
in the lurch.

But did she say why?

Just that this fiancé of hers

doesn't want her to work
anymore.

I mean, if she had any gumption
at all,

she would make up her own mind.

But she's a silly,
flighty little thing

that doesn't even know
her own mind.

She's made her decision.

There's no point parting
on bad terms.

Just give her a cake
and a proper send-off.

She's getting married.

Poor thing deserves
our sympathy.

- He's recovering well.
- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

We are so grateful
for all you have done.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's a little different to
the botoxed wives of Mumbai?

You'd be lucky if you get
a thank-you from them.

I'm sorry I sprung this on you.

I should've called.

Yes.

Yes, you should have.

You look happy here.

Well, maybe not exactly happy.

Contented.

Leaving Mumbai was...

It was the hardest decision
I ever made.

And also the best.

I got divorced.

I'm sorry.

You and I both know
it was long overdue.

Don't suppose you fancy
getting out for a bit,

showing me the sights
of downtown Barco?

Actually, I can't.

I have to go.

Meet me for a drink tomorrow.

As just friends.
Nothing more.

I'll come find you...
before my train leaves.

All done, Doctor?

I really ought to be on my way.

Mr. Dalrymple --

Ted.
Please.

Ted.

This hand movement of yours --

It's called a pill-rolling
tremor.

It's characteristic
of Parkinson's disease.

Has a doctor
ever mentioned that to you?

It may have been bandied about
once or twice.

Parkinson's can cause
bladder problems.

We found an infection
in your urine,

and your blood pressure's
a bit high.

I'd like to admit you and start
a course of antibiotics.

Admit me?
You mean overnight?

Out of the question.

I have far too much work
still to do.

Ted, I don't mean to be
alarmist,

but these infections
can turn nasty.

Left untreated,
they can lead to sepsis.

You've waited 50 years
to write this book.

I'm sure it can wait
another day.

You could tell me more about it
if you like.

One night,
and then I really must be going.

Deal.

- Do you mind?
- Of course not.

Is this place always like this?

This is a quiet Tuesday.

They just want to thank you.

It's a straightforward
procedure.

I've done it a hundred times.

Don't talk yourself down.
You changed their child's life.

Dr. Fonseca?
Mr. Chavan's on the phone.

It's his wife, Priya.

- Will you excuse me?
- Sure.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

We were dancing,
and she just collapsed.

Your blood pressure
is very low indeed.

I feel much better.

He shouldn't have wasted
your time.

- Have you eaten properly today?
- Of course.

And you're sleeping okay?

Well, I'd like you to come
into the hospital for the night

so we can do a proper check-up.

Absolutely not.
There's nothing wrong with me.

She does too much at home.

She's always running around
after me, cooking, cleaning.

I've told her to rest more,
but she just won't listen.

You do surprise me.

I've tried to make our life fun.

But the truth is...
her life is hard.

I'm a burden.

I'm -- I'm sure your wife
doesn't see it like that.

Of course I don't.

I might be able to dance,
but what good is that

if I can't find my trousers
without your help?

So have the operation.

He shouldn't have bothered you.
We know how busy you are.

I didn't see it at first.
I do now, though.

It's you, isn't it?

It's you who doesn't want him
to have the surgery.

You're scared he won't need you
anymore.

You know nothing about us.

Let him be your husband
because he loves you,

not because he needs you.

And please take care
of yourself.

Get some rest.

The train will be here
till 6:00 tomorrow.

Priya.

Priya.

I'm here.

I thought you'd probably
forgotten to eat.

Yeah. I had.

Thank you.

So are you going to be nice
to me all the time now?

Because it's...
a bit disconcerting.

Well, don't get used to it.

They are leftovers.

- Right.
- Right.

How did it all go today?

Someone said the surgeon
was an old colleague of yours.

Yes, she is.

Must be nice to catch up.

Why don't we take this
back to mine?

If you're lucky,
I'll throw in a beer.

Then how could I
possibly refuse?

You would be crazy if you did.

That's what they all say.

Come on.

So, then...

Tell me everything.
I want to hear it all.

About what?

About life.

About home,
what's going on there.

I mean...

Literally nothing
is going on there.

No.
I tell a lie.

Dan Hodge got arrested

for pissing
in a supermarket freezer.

Dan Hodge.

No, I mean what's going on
with you?

Everything's all right,
isn't it?

Yeah, 'course.

It's just that, well, I haven't
heard from you for ages.

Then all of a sudden,
you're here.

- Well --
- No plans to go home.

You know, I kind of thought
that you'd be pleased.

I am!
It's bloody brilliant.

Dad, please,
can we just get out of here?

Let's go and get pissed
on the beach.

Listen, I want you to walk
casually to the door.

And then when I say,
you're going to run.

No.
No way.

Yeah.
I'm going.

- Seriously.
- Let's go.

Tommy, n--

God.

Christ!

You're gonna
give me an aneurysm.

Don't tell me you've
never done that before.

Did it with your mum
on our second date.

She nearly stabbed me
with a high heel.

And she wonders why I do
the things that I do.

Right, to the beach.
Come on.

I bloody love this place!

Are you not coming in?

I have to check on a patient
at the train.

Okay, I'll see you later.

Ted!

Ted!
Ted!

Ted, just wait, will you?

Come on.

I told you, one night.

We haven't got on top
of this infection yet.

A dodgy bladder is not
going to finish me off.

Please.

Let us take care of you.

I'm afraid that
that is rather the point.

My son, Charlie, takes
the same kind of view as you.

Wanting me to sell the house

and move into something called
an assisted living unit.

He wanted power of attorney.

So I got the form...

...ready.

Signed it.

Told him I'd hand it over to him
when I got back from India.

So, you see,
I have a few weeks left

before daytime television
and a slow march to the grave.

I'm not going to spend it here.

I still have one last adventure
in me.

If you'd just stay
a couple more hours,

wait for the antibiotics
to really kick in...

Y- You've been very kind,
Dr. Walker.

I shall never forget that.

I sent Mrs. Sande
for myringotomy.

And I'm hopeful we can
squeeze in Mr. Panchal, as well.

The train doesn't leave
before 6:00.

What a life?

Being able to just up sticks

and leave the aftercare
to someone else.

You wouldn't like it.

No budget to manage?
No staff crises?

Sounds like paradise to me.

But you love those crises.
They are your raison d'être.

I think they call it
the Stockholm syndrome.

And anyway,
don't try and pretend

you're not exactly the same.

Well, Mala has been
talking about retirement.

As in mine.

But you're far too young.

Sadly, I'm not.

You're not seriously
considering it?

Are we too late?

In the time that you
have been with us, Jyoti,

you've become
a valuable member of our team.

We'll all be very sorry
to see you leave.

These are for you.

Wow.
Thank you.

Okay.

I'll miss you, all of you,
of course.

Although I won't miss
emptying bedpans.

Make sure to stay in touch.

I will.

Though I'm hoping
to be really busy.

You know, I have a new house
to decorate and...

Well, we have work to do.

Thank you.

That's really sweet of you.
Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Yeah, that's fine.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

I didn't think
you were assisting --

I'm not.

Don't come back to the hospital
before you go.

- Are we getting a drink, then?
- I don't want a drink.

I don't want to be friends.

I'm sorry if that sounds rude.

Okay.

I'm with someone now.

And I think it could be serious.

Is it the doctor?
Ruby?

Do you love her?

Goodbye, Aisha.

Ruby.

Your Mr. Dalrymple
discharged himself

rather in a hurry this morning.

But he left this.

He hasn't left any address
or number.

It's all right.
I'll take care of it.

Jyoti?

- Where are you going?
- My shift's over.

And you weren't even
going to say goodbye?

Talk to me.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- Really?
- I'm fine.

Listen to me.

This situation with your fiancé
and what I saw...

...do you really think
you should be getting married?

It's none of your business.

I- I know you're not happy.

Let me help you.

Aah!

Jyoti!
My God!

Don't touch it.
Stay away.

Mari?

Get her inside under a shower.

No signs of inhalation.
Airway looks good.

Vitals look good.

Pulse, 110.
Resps, 18.

BP, 130/70.

Right, Mari, let's take bloods

and we'll complete
a formal secondary survey.

Mixed superficial partial
and full thickness burns

to the left cheek and forehead.

Some hair loss
and scalp blistering

on the left side, too.

No sign of eye involvement.

Thank God.

I know, sweetie.

I know. We're going to give you
something more for the pain.

Another five of morphine,
please.

Keep irrigating the wound.

And we'll need pH strips
to test the acidity of the skin.

Almost certainly formic acid
or sulfuric acid.

Can be bought at any corner shop
for a few rupees.

Shall I call your family, Jyoti?

Your mother?

I know it doesn't
feel like it now,

but I promise you,
you will get through this.

I heard what happened.

How could someone
do that to her?

To anyone?

She's just 20.

She's barely more
than a child, Ruby.

I know.

I was right there,
but I couldn't save her.

Hey.

The police are here.
They want to talk to her.

- She's in no fit state.
- I told them that.

Did you get a look
at the attacker?

He was wearing a...

...a helmet and a scarf,

and it all happened so quickly.

What now?

Well, we call the Burns Unit
at Kochi.

She'll need to get transferred
within a few days.

We can't treat her here?

No.

She needs multiple skin grafts.

Months of complex surgery.

It's way beyond us.

Hi.

Do you have a moment?

Sure. Okay?

No real damage to the
ear cartilage or the nose.

The full-thickness burns

will need grafting
in a couple of weeks.

Have you spoken to Kochi?

Yeah.

Yeah, they've agreed
to an immediate transfer.

But the next few weeks
are gonna be so hard for her.

Much harder than
she can imagine now.

So I don't want to send her
so far away from her family.

I want to treat her
at the Good Karma Hospital.

It's not just about Jyoti.

I've been wanting to expand
what we can offer surgically

because there's just
so much to be done.

I can't stay in Barco, Lydia.

You said you admire
the work we do.

I'm sorry.

So, what, then?

Go back to
the Real Housewives of Mumbai?

Is that really how you want
to spend your career?

I'm sorry.

I know things can be
a bit more...

...complicated here.

I know it's messier.

But it is real medicine.

The care that Jyoti will need...

Well, it will be a long,
hard slog.

But it will put her life
back together.

How did yours happen?

I was very young.

You know what they call it
on horses?

Proud flesh.

Where the skin grows back
thicker and stronger

like an armor.

Will you at least
think about it?

Mr. Chavan's cataract operation
should be over.

Perhaps you take them home?

Ted?

I'm sorry.
I peeked.

Who is she?

Dina.

You loved her?

We were 17.

Her family lived on our street.

But when my father found out,

he had me on the next plane
back to England, to Sandhurst.

So now you're trying
to find her.

Never said goodbye.

Never even wrote to her.

I've regretted it
all of my life.

If I could only see her
once more to explain.

You've done all this
and crossed continents

for one conversation
with a woman

you haven't seen in 50 years.

Does that seem very foolish
to you?

No.

It's the most romantic thing
I've ever heard.

Wish me luck, Doctor.

Wait.

Trying to find someone
in this country

after all this time...

Let's just say the record
keeping can be a bit patchy.

Let us look after you here.

And I'll help you find her.

So you will need to take it easy
for a while.

But, um...

Will he be able to see me?

All being well, yes.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

Can you see me?

I got old.

You are always beautiful to me.

I've been so selfish.

No.

You just never realized...

...you were enough for me.

This was enough for me.

It always was.

What are you doing loitering?

Waiting for you.

Come on, jump on.

So you just assume
that I'm coming back with you?

That's a bit arrogant.

I might have plans.

Well, do you?

No.

Well, you can just assume this
will happen most days, then.

So your saying you want
to make this public?

Does that answer your question,
Dr. Walker?

Yeah, I guess it does.

The candles were Tommy's idea.

Reckless, ridiculous, dangerous.

And utterly charming.

Like father, like daughter.

- Where is she?
- She's in her room.

Wanted to give us some space.

If I can put up
with one McConnell,

I can put up
with the lot of you.

Tommy?

Yeah?

I don't know about you two, but
I could really do with a drink.

- Mojitos?
- Why not.

You'd better teach me
how to make them, then.

Your father's an appalling
cocktail maker.

- I'll show you how it's done.
- How very dare you.

I'm a qualified mixologist.

Qualified piss artist,
more like.

Don't look at me.

Cut some limes.