The Good Karma Hospital (2017) s01e04 Episode Script
Episode 4
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ - ~ - ~ ~ ~ - Thanks.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Language practice only, Doctor.
An educated woman like you obsessed with soap opera, huh? She's cheating on him, right? With the little brother.
Wait.
Or are they cheating on each other? Do your homework, you'll find out.
Doctor, help! Hello? I was taking her to the airport when she passed out.
Can you hear me? What's your name? Has anybody actually seen Dr Walker? No.
Well, I can't wait forever.
We're busy today.
Let's start in OPD.
Dr Nair's surgical clinic - Is cancelled.
- Impossible.
I sent you a memo last week.
AJ and I have a wedding to attend.
I assumed you'd just decided to smarten up, simultaneously, but I knew nothing about a wedding.
Ah.
Wait a minute.
I guessed as much.
Here we are.
And before you ask, Varun is my closest and oldest friend, so there's absolutely positively no negotiation.
Fine, I'll just have to cope.
- Finally.
- Sorry.
They just brought someone in -- English tourist, female.
She's fine.
I've sent her for an ECG.
She's complaining already.
After she threw up on me.
Then the pleasure of treating your countrywoman is all yours.
Dr Varma, thank you for deciding not to abandon me, but the reward for your loyalty will be to cover surgical outpatients, - alone.
- Oh, my pleasure.
- And what will you be doing? - Good question.
Supervision, which is something you all desperately need.
I'm sorry, she wants to see you again, Doctor.
It seems my own advice is insufficient.
Sure.
I won't be a second.
Go.
Go.
Go.
Come on.
Also, the water's still not working, in my cottage.
I told them to see to it.
Are you sure? I showered in perfume again.
Is that really perfume? I thought it was vomit.
Only it's been a week now.
Fine, I'll discuss it with them.
Although, to be honest, it's like herding cats with attention deficit disorder.
It seems like a basic requirement.
Fine.
Complaint noted.
I'll see to it.
You'll be expecting wages next.
- Doctor.
- No, not in here! How many times? This is a hospital! Your ECG is fine, which is a good start.
This heat can take you by surprise.
Maybe.
It's more likely to be the bloody food.
I've been warned enough times.
No salad, no ice.
I just don't understand why they can't follow a bit of basic food hygiene.
You're here on holiday? For my sins, yeah.
Never believe the brochure, Dr? Walker.
Ruby.
Thank God you're English.
Nottingham born and trained.
- I am sorry about - Oh.
What on earth are you doing here? Let's just say it seemed like a good idea at the time.
At least you understand what I'm going through.
Doctor, quick as you can, please.
Just give me a minute, OK? Suspected vehicle collision.
Hit and run.
- They didn't deign to stop.
- Is that allowed? Of course not.
Even in India there are some rules, Doctor.
Whether people choose to abide by them is their business.
- Mr Dave? - Mm? - I'm Dr Walker.
- Mm.
Does it hurt when I press here? No.
And here? No.
It's fine.
Chest sounds clear, belly's soft, no sign of a head injury.
You're a very lucky man, Mr Dave.
Er, Doctor - Look.
Look at the size of it.
- What? That is the size of a bloody blackbird.
Do you think it's poisonous? What am I saying? We're in India.
Of course it's bloody poisonous.
I'm going to kill it.
Don't.
Just shoo it out the door.
Oh, damn! Oh! Look what you've made me do.
- Let's have a look.
- It's fine.
That's deep.
It might need stitches.
- It's nothing.
- You need to get it looked at.
It could get infected in this heat, especially if you're not strong.
- I'm fine.
- You need to get it looked at.
I'm not going anywhere.
If you're not prepared to listen to a word I say, you can bloody well get out of my Go on, bugger off.
Out.
Fracture, dislocation, open wound.
Skin is looking ischaemic.
Needs reducing right away.
So what are you waiting for? Or are you hoping it'll drop off and save us all a job? You don't want to take over? Basic orthopaedic surgery.
I believe the Chinese are already training monkeys to do it.
OK.
We need 500mg of morphine and 500mg of Midazolam.
Lord Ganesh.
I see you.
Bless you, sir.
Do you think he's ready? Give him any more, we'll have to peel him off the ceiling.
Ready? OK, on three.
One, two, three.
Thank you very much, Doctor.
- Excuse me, Nurse? - You shouldn't be here.
If you're looking for Admissions, you need Bina Barros.
Oh, my God.
I've seen all your films.
~ Well, maybe you can help me, darling.
Back pain is a terrible, terrible curse, but don't worry, Mrs Barros, we'll have you down the beach enjoying your holiday again.
Diazepam.
10mg.
That's it.
Thank you, my hero.
I just need to check with the doctors.
Huh? - Does that hurt? - Of course.
- Good.
- Oh! - How about that? - Oh, yes.
I never liked your singing, but your acting's even worse.
If you really need diazepam, you'd be complaining a lot more than that.
I suspect your back is fine.
No, darling, it's not.
It really You'll get nothing without a prescription.
Please leave.
So you didn't catch any registration? I was sweeping the sidewalk, minding my business, when I felt this enormous force lifting me .
.
and a flash of light, and then this beautiful silver angel looking down at me.
- A silver angel? - Then nothing but black.
So you saw an angel but not a simple registration plate? The shock, no doubt.
Perhaps a near-death experience? You didn't see a registration, but you saw God.
Mr Dave, can you feel it when I do this? Not a scratch.
You've done a wonderful job, Dr Walker.
So what happens now? I just need to discuss something with Dr Fonseca.
Doctor? Wait.
I'm so sorry.
- Don't worry, darling.
- Could you, please? No need.
My pleasure, darling.
- Thank you.
- Mm.
Amputation? The foot is critically ischaemic.
The results confirm it.
Probably a popliteal laceration - at the time of the accident.
- So we just repair it? Dr Nair is good but he's no vascular surgeon.
Thank you for reminding me, but it's true.
This procedure I cannot carry out.
Only a specialist can do this.
I'm sorry, but AJ and I Yeah, go.
We can deal with this.
Then I'll prepare the transfer to Kochi.
I'm sorry, Dr Walker, it's not that simple.
I understand Mr Dave has no insurance.
He sweeps streets for a living, so unless he found a policy lying on the side of the road A repair like this costs thousands, so without funds or insurance, the best we can do is a good, clean amputation.
So he loses his leg because he's poor? There must be something else we can do.
There's no choice.
Want me to talk to him? No.
No, he's my patient.
I should tell him.
It'll be happy hour in half an hour.
I need a drink.
Then, sir, you have come to the right place.
I'll be the judge of that.
I want a warm pint, a proper beer, in a straight glass.
Sadler's? - Bloody hell.
- Allow me.
Uh-oh.
Allow it to settle first.
Savour it.
- You're not from round here.
- Dudley, born and bred.
Let me guess.
Aston.
Close enough.
Christ, you travel halfway around the world and still get served by a bloody Yam Yam.
Cheers.
Cheers.
- It's a bit early for that, no? - Ha! It's for him.
His daughter's getting married.
Trust me, he'll need a drink.
Wow.
Mumbai has been good to him.
Well, he is Mumbai's premier vascular surgeon.
- Rambo! - Varun.
Oh, my God.
What's happened to all your hair? You must be a worried man, no? Don't worry, I know someone who can fix that.
Come, come.
So you still play Ping-Pong? Er, I'm afraid not.
AJ, your father and I were on the school team, national champions, but he could never beat me.
- That's right.
- Here, come this way.
- Ping-Pong? - Mm.
So what do you think? Absolutely stunning, Varun.
You see this, AJ? All this is possible if you work hard.
You know, money cannot buy you happiness, but it can buy you a nice little summer house.
It's so good to be back! AJ Here's a little something for you.
I know you enjoy a good malt.
- I'm afraid I've given up.
- Have you? Yes, but I'm sure someone else will, er, enjoy that.
And for the evening entertainment, Bina Barros.
The wife insisted.
You have to make it happen, no? Now it's one down, one to go.
Ah, my beautiful Aisha.
I just need a brave man to take on my Samira now.
What the hell is happening?! Ah, AJ, you recognise that racket, huh? Come, come.
Where are the pillows? Where are the rest of the things? That's Samira? ~ You should go and say hello, AJ.
Girls, spark it up, finish your rehearsal.
What are you doing? What are these doing here? Oh.
Thank God you're here.
You were supposed to be here two bloody hours ago.
Hm? Anyway, tell your guys to keep the food by the drinks table there and did you get the extra rice? Samira, it's me, AJ.
Remember? When we were ten, you used to have ponytails.
I used to sneak up behind you and Ah, yeah, I remember.
What happened to the glasses? And the, er I decided to change, but you, you look exactly the same.
Thanks.
I told I told you to finish the rehearsals.
Are you OK? Oh.
No, it's just a sprain.
Nothing.
Maybe I could take a look.
You know, I work at a hospital.
- You're a doctor? - A paramedic.
Sort of.
I drive the ambulance.
Oh, at least you can drive.
Jeez, you guys.
I told you to stop doing this.
He just accepted the amputation, like I was suggesting removing his wisdom teeth.
You'll get used to it.
There's a certain nobility to fatalism.
There's really nothing we can do? Not unless we find the driver.
- You can't come in.
- I've been waiting back there for over an hour.
What kind of hospital is this? Yours, I believe.
I've tried to explain that any patient refusing treatment - must sign a waiver.
- I am not signing anything.
I'm sorry for the delay, I was called away, but I can see you immediately if you just go back to your room.
Can you chase up the blood results? - Yes, Doctor.
- Quickly.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
I don't think this is necessary.
This scar -- you've had an operation recently? Yeah, about a month ago, back in the UK.
Just routine.
Routine? This is a kidney transplant, correct? It's fine.
No complications.
This trip was to help me try and recuperate, a treat for myself.
Dr Walker.
I'm sorry.
There's a delay on bloods.
- Another hour at least.
- That's ridiculous.
- I can't stay that long.
- I'm afraid you'll have to.
Are you taking anti-rejection drugs? Of course I am.
Your immune system may be weaker than normal.
Any infection could quickly become extremely serious.
I need to check a few things, keep you under observation.
I'm OK.
Really.
I'm sorry, but under the circumstances I absolutely insist.
And how do you deal with all of it? I have to admit, it is tough.
Oh, not this.
All the rest of it.
The bloody chaos, heat, insects, people jabbering in your ear the whole time.
I find the secret is just to go with the flow.
The thing about India is you have to be flexible, take what comes, don't try and fight it all the time.
It's what the locals do, anyway.
Intrinsically flexible people.
You know they have a specific god for everything? - Is that right? - Life, death, luck.
You name it, they've got a god for it.
Except premature ejaculation.
But he's coming any minute now.
Are you quite sure you're all right, love? I'm fine, my darling.
Oh.
It's just the sun.
It's quite unbearable.
I don't know how you can stand it.
You look very familiar.
Fine.
Show me your hand.
Are you all right? I haven't a clue, mate.
So that's what she told you? I admit it seems a bit strange.
A procedure like that and then coming all the way to India on her own.
Strange is the word.
But luckily, one of us was not born yesterday.
And so you were operated on where exactly? My local hospital in Leeds.
And the name of your surgeon? I can't recall.
And this procedure happened when? A few weeks ago, by the age of this wound, huh? - Yes, but - Yet you can't remember the man who operated on you? Perhaps it was a woman.
You know what? I want to leave now.
Of course you do, because I think you're lying.
This procedure was done right here in India, wasn't it? That is an outrageous suggestion.
But still I believe it to be the truth.
How much did it cost you, huh? A few thousand? Or did you get a bargain? It's not true.
You can't prove anything.
I don't want this man treating me any more.
Listen, what you have done is a crime, OK? So that's fine by me.
I'm very happy to leave you in Dr Walker's capable hands.
Make sure she's fit enough and then discharge her.
Oh Bina Barros.
She's playing at Varun's wedding and you almost killed her.
I thought she was already dead.
She nearly did, the way you drive.
Come on, now, help me lift her.
Ma'am.
Slowly.
The blood reports for your patient, Doctor.
My apologies for the delay.
The laboratory called them through urgently.
Thank you.
That's impossible.
The tests we've done strongly suggest acute rejection of the transplanted organ.
No.
No, they promised me it would all be OK.
We can help.
Your immune system is trying to attack the new organ.
It's not too late.
We can offer basic treatment here.
Liars.
Liars and cheats.
I mean, it was supposed to be a perfect match, right? Because I signed a contract and they assured me that it would all be OK.
I know how distressing this must be.
Don't you dare put your disgusting hands on me.
I'm sorry.
Don't either No, don't either of you touch me.
I want you to keep your voice down, madam.
You're disturbing the patients.
I can handle this.
You've just had very upsetting news.
People say things they don't mean.
Yeah.
Maybe some do, but me, I call it as I see it, and all I can see right now is a filthy country full of liars and full of cheats.
Let me tell you what I'm looking at! A woman who has travelled to my country to steal an organ from another human being, someone they've never even met, a human being so desperate they're prepared to sell a part of themselves to pay their rent and put food on their table to allow their children to have a future.
And I'll tell you what you should do.
You should have the courage to meet that person and look them in the eye and then you should get down on your knees and thank them, because let me tell you, madam, you are not fit to lick their boots.
Treat her and then get her the hell out of here.
What the hell was that about? I told you I could handle it.
Yes, I heard you.
You apologised to her.
She told you not to touch her and you apologise to her? No, not really.
I just needed her to calm down.
- She was emotional.
- Yeah.
She insulted you.
And I said I could handle it.
It's not the first time I've dealt with someone like this.
So you just accept it? That how it works in England? A woman like you allows herself to be treated like that? It happens and you have to deal with it.
You can't just react.
You maintain a professional manner.
Oh, I see.
So I'm not professional, huh? You screamed at a patient.
My patient.
Not professional.
Well, then, Dr Walker, for that I apologise.
Clearly I am mistaken, but I remind you this is my country and here a brown person doesn't have to apologise for the colour of their skin.
- Enough.
- Maybe you should learn it.
I said enough.
I will not accept members of my staff having slanging matches in the corridors of my hospital, no matter what the provocation.
You, go and consent Mr Dave.
If you're going to cut his leg off, get his permission.
What are you waiting for? ~ Everyone deserves a holiday.
Holiday? I'm here for the duration.
Or at least My wife's sick.
Maggie.
Cancer.
- Terminal.
- I'm sorry.
Really.
Should've gone home weeks ago, but she's got it in her head that she wants to stay here.
You know the worst of it? There's nothing I can do.
I'm a practical man, you know? The sort that takes care of things.
I can fix a boiler, but I can't fix this.
Does she want you to, fix it? Who knows? She likes it here? Loves it.
Mad for it.
Well, then, maybe that's the best you can do.
Whisky? Yeah.
It's so sad.
Fame and fortune takes a heavy toll sometimes.
Get her a drip, a vitamin shot and some painkillers.
Nothing too strong.
I need to make a phone call.
Varun is going to be a very worried man.
They're about to consent your husband for surgery.
I understand.
Thank you.
My husband's a fool, Dr Walker, but he's a good man.
We were about to start something together .
.
and I know how this world is.
If he cannot walk, he cannot work, and we have nothing.
I'm sorry.
I wish there was something I could do.
- Rambo! - I'm sorry I had to call you.
- What happened? - Your wedding singer is here.
- Huh? - Bina Barros.
- What's wrong with her? - We found her at the roadside.
He said when the car hit him he saw a silver angel.
It has to be him.
He's the one who hit Rasik.
You've brought me gold.
Now I'll show you how to spend it.
The whole idea is preposterous.
I don't agree.
I think the evidence stacks up rather well, but heaven forbid I should be accused of running a kangaroo court.
We must ensure this is fair.
Dr Walker, please inform the police immediately.
Yes, Dr Fonseca.
I think they should assess the evidence and let them decide.
No, no, please.
Let's not be too hasty.
Obviously, this is a rather awkward situation.
Perhaps I should go and see the poor fellow first, talk to him? Follow me.
Argh! I agree.
Likely popliteal laceration.
- Argh! - It's tricky, but You have a theatre free? Prepped for a below-knee amputation.
Mr Dave, my name is Dr Varun Kapoor.
I'm an experienced vascular surgeon and with your permission I would like to try and save your leg.
Go on, say it, Dr Walker.
I know you want to.
He hit him and now we just allow him to get away with it.
Sometimes, the wise woman sees a compromise and grabs it with both hands, and if someone does tell the police, then I will fire you and that's a promise.
I'm so sorry it has come to this.
For someone so talented to end up like this I suppose it is a sickness of sorts.
Darling, you think I'm a drinker, - a common alcoholic.
- We can help, advise a support group.
An alcoholic? You must believe me, I've never touched a drop in my life until today, but what else could I do? Your doctor just won't give me what I need to perform.
If only there was something else I could take, or someone I could turn to.
Varun assures me he had no idea he clipped the gentleman.
Clipped? A compound spiral fracture is hardly the result of a glancing blow.
I had to stop Dr Walker from calling the police.
Of course, she now thinks I'm a cynical harpy.
Please, surely that's not necessary.
Most people would consider it compulsory.
It's his daughter's wedding, Lydia.
You should see up there -- the guests, the servants, the whole family.
And now he has Bina Barros lying comatosed in the ward.
Surely the poor man has things on his mind.
- Pity it wasn't the road.
- His daughter, Lydia.
The biggest week in his life.
My God, Lydia, I tell you, if you had children you would understand.
Look what the cat dragged in.
You're pissed.
And you, my dear, are sober, but in the morning I will be beautiful.
Anyway, I thought we were supposed to be enjoying ourselves.
We are, just not usually this early.
I went for a walk.
I got you something.
Hold on.
You found me a shell.
I thought you'd like it.
I do like it.
In fact, I'm going to put it here, pride of place.
- I'm sorry.
- I know.
It's OK.
Let's not fight any more.
Not now.
OK.
I am pissed.
I know.
Oh! So, Varun, I believe you have saved his leg.
I'll stake my reputation on it.
You know, if you really want to get away from here and taste the bright lights, you could come and join me.
- In Mumbai? - Why not? Now that the hospital has got so big, my real problem is keeping control of my staff.
I need someone I can trust, someone to keep them in line, manage costs, that sort of thing.
- Like an administrator? - Maybe.
But, no, no, we'll give you a proper title, huh? How does Deputy Chief Executive sound? Well, give it some thought, eh? Careful, Ms Barros.
Careful.
OK, slowly, slowly.
Slowly.
OK.
OK, OK.
I shouldn't have said what I did.
It was unkind.
There.
All's well that ends well, eh? Please come to the party.
You're all invited.
Thank you, but I have work to do, as do my staff.
I've just finished my shift.
If I could, I'd love to watch Ms Barros.
Well, then you shall come to the ball.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you, my old friend, you really saved me.
No problem, no problem.
- And I'll see you later, OK? - Yes, you will.
And don't forget about my offer.
OK? Doctor? Look, what I said was unforgivable and I want to apologise.
So my kidneys failed ten years ago.
They just stopped working.
Acute glomerulonephritis.
Still can't spell it.
They told me it wasn't my fault, it was nothing I'd done.
I didn't smoke, I didn't drink, but that was it -- dialysis.
Three times a week back in that little room with that sodding machine whirring away.
They put me into a prison and I'd done nothing, but that's what it felt like for ten years.
The steroids I gave you should stop the rejection, at least long enough for you to get home.
With the right treatment, there's every chance they can save it.
- The police? - They'll be informed in the morning.
I think there's a flight tonight.
Him! Him! How are you? - Drink, Dad? - Hm? Can I get you a drink? I don't think anyone's had your whisky.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
Thank God! I was beginning to think You can have them.
But you don't need them.
Please, listen to me first.
When I was a child, I heard your words more than my parents'.
I knew your voice better than theirs.
When I was studying, I listened to nothing but your songs.
So many lonely nights.
But they made the world seem full of possibility, like I could do anything.
So can you.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, Bina Barros! Come on, everybody! Bina, we love you! This is what she does.
And then she turns up and she does this and that.
A-ha! Here come the party boys! I could tell you a few stories about these two.
If you think Samira's a bully now, you should have seen what she did to this boy when he was six.
- I remember - Oh! It's OK, it's only a bit of water.
- AJ.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
It's OK, darling.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
That's a seat-belt bruise.
Is it? Tell me the truth.
Samira likes to take a little drive in the mornings.
It clears her head.
Come on, she's about to finish college, huh? No point in wrecking her future over a little thing like this, is there? Little thing? Yes.
You're a father.
You understand, huh? - Rambo.
Rambo! - Come on, AJ.
Leaving so soon, Rambo? Rambo! Rambo! She apologised.
I told her to go home.
She should be arrested.
Maybe.
Wait.
I, erm, I thought about what you said and you were right about about me.
All my life I've had to listen to stuff like that, all the comments, the little things.
Sometimes just abuse, to be honest.
And I just take it, turn the other cheek, maybe because I've always wanted to fit in.
When Marcus and I were together, we'd walk into a pub and I could almost hear what they were thinking.
"What's he doing? Why is he with her? Couldn't he find himself a white girlfriend?" You shouldn't let it get to you, huh? Not then and and not now.
I know, you're right, and this is your country.
I don't know, maybe now it's mine, too.
Maybe.
You should try it, you know? Righteous anger.
It clears the head.
And the sinuses.
So do you give lessons? You couldn't afford me, you know.
That looks absolutely disgusting.
Like so many things in life, it tastes better than it looks.
Cheers.
You know the drill.
You really are ashamed of me, aren't you? My fault for consorting with a barely functioning alcoholic.
One day I'll meet a woman who appreciates me for who I am.
Good luck with that.
Just remember to feed her unicorn.
Oh.
I thought you were at the wedding.
I was, but then I decided to have a drink with a friend instead, if she'll have me.
Ah.
~ ~ ~
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Language practice only, Doctor.
An educated woman like you obsessed with soap opera, huh? She's cheating on him, right? With the little brother.
Wait.
Or are they cheating on each other? Do your homework, you'll find out.
Doctor, help! Hello? I was taking her to the airport when she passed out.
Can you hear me? What's your name? Has anybody actually seen Dr Walker? No.
Well, I can't wait forever.
We're busy today.
Let's start in OPD.
Dr Nair's surgical clinic - Is cancelled.
- Impossible.
I sent you a memo last week.
AJ and I have a wedding to attend.
I assumed you'd just decided to smarten up, simultaneously, but I knew nothing about a wedding.
Ah.
Wait a minute.
I guessed as much.
Here we are.
And before you ask, Varun is my closest and oldest friend, so there's absolutely positively no negotiation.
Fine, I'll just have to cope.
- Finally.
- Sorry.
They just brought someone in -- English tourist, female.
She's fine.
I've sent her for an ECG.
She's complaining already.
After she threw up on me.
Then the pleasure of treating your countrywoman is all yours.
Dr Varma, thank you for deciding not to abandon me, but the reward for your loyalty will be to cover surgical outpatients, - alone.
- Oh, my pleasure.
- And what will you be doing? - Good question.
Supervision, which is something you all desperately need.
I'm sorry, she wants to see you again, Doctor.
It seems my own advice is insufficient.
Sure.
I won't be a second.
Go.
Go.
Go.
Come on.
Also, the water's still not working, in my cottage.
I told them to see to it.
Are you sure? I showered in perfume again.
Is that really perfume? I thought it was vomit.
Only it's been a week now.
Fine, I'll discuss it with them.
Although, to be honest, it's like herding cats with attention deficit disorder.
It seems like a basic requirement.
Fine.
Complaint noted.
I'll see to it.
You'll be expecting wages next.
- Doctor.
- No, not in here! How many times? This is a hospital! Your ECG is fine, which is a good start.
This heat can take you by surprise.
Maybe.
It's more likely to be the bloody food.
I've been warned enough times.
No salad, no ice.
I just don't understand why they can't follow a bit of basic food hygiene.
You're here on holiday? For my sins, yeah.
Never believe the brochure, Dr? Walker.
Ruby.
Thank God you're English.
Nottingham born and trained.
- I am sorry about - Oh.
What on earth are you doing here? Let's just say it seemed like a good idea at the time.
At least you understand what I'm going through.
Doctor, quick as you can, please.
Just give me a minute, OK? Suspected vehicle collision.
Hit and run.
- They didn't deign to stop.
- Is that allowed? Of course not.
Even in India there are some rules, Doctor.
Whether people choose to abide by them is their business.
- Mr Dave? - Mm? - I'm Dr Walker.
- Mm.
Does it hurt when I press here? No.
And here? No.
It's fine.
Chest sounds clear, belly's soft, no sign of a head injury.
You're a very lucky man, Mr Dave.
Er, Doctor - Look.
Look at the size of it.
- What? That is the size of a bloody blackbird.
Do you think it's poisonous? What am I saying? We're in India.
Of course it's bloody poisonous.
I'm going to kill it.
Don't.
Just shoo it out the door.
Oh, damn! Oh! Look what you've made me do.
- Let's have a look.
- It's fine.
That's deep.
It might need stitches.
- It's nothing.
- You need to get it looked at.
It could get infected in this heat, especially if you're not strong.
- I'm fine.
- You need to get it looked at.
I'm not going anywhere.
If you're not prepared to listen to a word I say, you can bloody well get out of my Go on, bugger off.
Out.
Fracture, dislocation, open wound.
Skin is looking ischaemic.
Needs reducing right away.
So what are you waiting for? Or are you hoping it'll drop off and save us all a job? You don't want to take over? Basic orthopaedic surgery.
I believe the Chinese are already training monkeys to do it.
OK.
We need 500mg of morphine and 500mg of Midazolam.
Lord Ganesh.
I see you.
Bless you, sir.
Do you think he's ready? Give him any more, we'll have to peel him off the ceiling.
Ready? OK, on three.
One, two, three.
Thank you very much, Doctor.
- Excuse me, Nurse? - You shouldn't be here.
If you're looking for Admissions, you need Bina Barros.
Oh, my God.
I've seen all your films.
~ Well, maybe you can help me, darling.
Back pain is a terrible, terrible curse, but don't worry, Mrs Barros, we'll have you down the beach enjoying your holiday again.
Diazepam.
10mg.
That's it.
Thank you, my hero.
I just need to check with the doctors.
Huh? - Does that hurt? - Of course.
- Good.
- Oh! - How about that? - Oh, yes.
I never liked your singing, but your acting's even worse.
If you really need diazepam, you'd be complaining a lot more than that.
I suspect your back is fine.
No, darling, it's not.
It really You'll get nothing without a prescription.
Please leave.
So you didn't catch any registration? I was sweeping the sidewalk, minding my business, when I felt this enormous force lifting me .
.
and a flash of light, and then this beautiful silver angel looking down at me.
- A silver angel? - Then nothing but black.
So you saw an angel but not a simple registration plate? The shock, no doubt.
Perhaps a near-death experience? You didn't see a registration, but you saw God.
Mr Dave, can you feel it when I do this? Not a scratch.
You've done a wonderful job, Dr Walker.
So what happens now? I just need to discuss something with Dr Fonseca.
Doctor? Wait.
I'm so sorry.
- Don't worry, darling.
- Could you, please? No need.
My pleasure, darling.
- Thank you.
- Mm.
Amputation? The foot is critically ischaemic.
The results confirm it.
Probably a popliteal laceration - at the time of the accident.
- So we just repair it? Dr Nair is good but he's no vascular surgeon.
Thank you for reminding me, but it's true.
This procedure I cannot carry out.
Only a specialist can do this.
I'm sorry, but AJ and I Yeah, go.
We can deal with this.
Then I'll prepare the transfer to Kochi.
I'm sorry, Dr Walker, it's not that simple.
I understand Mr Dave has no insurance.
He sweeps streets for a living, so unless he found a policy lying on the side of the road A repair like this costs thousands, so without funds or insurance, the best we can do is a good, clean amputation.
So he loses his leg because he's poor? There must be something else we can do.
There's no choice.
Want me to talk to him? No.
No, he's my patient.
I should tell him.
It'll be happy hour in half an hour.
I need a drink.
Then, sir, you have come to the right place.
I'll be the judge of that.
I want a warm pint, a proper beer, in a straight glass.
Sadler's? - Bloody hell.
- Allow me.
Uh-oh.
Allow it to settle first.
Savour it.
- You're not from round here.
- Dudley, born and bred.
Let me guess.
Aston.
Close enough.
Christ, you travel halfway around the world and still get served by a bloody Yam Yam.
Cheers.
Cheers.
- It's a bit early for that, no? - Ha! It's for him.
His daughter's getting married.
Trust me, he'll need a drink.
Wow.
Mumbai has been good to him.
Well, he is Mumbai's premier vascular surgeon.
- Rambo! - Varun.
Oh, my God.
What's happened to all your hair? You must be a worried man, no? Don't worry, I know someone who can fix that.
Come, come.
So you still play Ping-Pong? Er, I'm afraid not.
AJ, your father and I were on the school team, national champions, but he could never beat me.
- That's right.
- Here, come this way.
- Ping-Pong? - Mm.
So what do you think? Absolutely stunning, Varun.
You see this, AJ? All this is possible if you work hard.
You know, money cannot buy you happiness, but it can buy you a nice little summer house.
It's so good to be back! AJ Here's a little something for you.
I know you enjoy a good malt.
- I'm afraid I've given up.
- Have you? Yes, but I'm sure someone else will, er, enjoy that.
And for the evening entertainment, Bina Barros.
The wife insisted.
You have to make it happen, no? Now it's one down, one to go.
Ah, my beautiful Aisha.
I just need a brave man to take on my Samira now.
What the hell is happening?! Ah, AJ, you recognise that racket, huh? Come, come.
Where are the pillows? Where are the rest of the things? That's Samira? ~ You should go and say hello, AJ.
Girls, spark it up, finish your rehearsal.
What are you doing? What are these doing here? Oh.
Thank God you're here.
You were supposed to be here two bloody hours ago.
Hm? Anyway, tell your guys to keep the food by the drinks table there and did you get the extra rice? Samira, it's me, AJ.
Remember? When we were ten, you used to have ponytails.
I used to sneak up behind you and Ah, yeah, I remember.
What happened to the glasses? And the, er I decided to change, but you, you look exactly the same.
Thanks.
I told I told you to finish the rehearsals.
Are you OK? Oh.
No, it's just a sprain.
Nothing.
Maybe I could take a look.
You know, I work at a hospital.
- You're a doctor? - A paramedic.
Sort of.
I drive the ambulance.
Oh, at least you can drive.
Jeez, you guys.
I told you to stop doing this.
He just accepted the amputation, like I was suggesting removing his wisdom teeth.
You'll get used to it.
There's a certain nobility to fatalism.
There's really nothing we can do? Not unless we find the driver.
- You can't come in.
- I've been waiting back there for over an hour.
What kind of hospital is this? Yours, I believe.
I've tried to explain that any patient refusing treatment - must sign a waiver.
- I am not signing anything.
I'm sorry for the delay, I was called away, but I can see you immediately if you just go back to your room.
Can you chase up the blood results? - Yes, Doctor.
- Quickly.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
I don't think this is necessary.
This scar -- you've had an operation recently? Yeah, about a month ago, back in the UK.
Just routine.
Routine? This is a kidney transplant, correct? It's fine.
No complications.
This trip was to help me try and recuperate, a treat for myself.
Dr Walker.
I'm sorry.
There's a delay on bloods.
- Another hour at least.
- That's ridiculous.
- I can't stay that long.
- I'm afraid you'll have to.
Are you taking anti-rejection drugs? Of course I am.
Your immune system may be weaker than normal.
Any infection could quickly become extremely serious.
I need to check a few things, keep you under observation.
I'm OK.
Really.
I'm sorry, but under the circumstances I absolutely insist.
And how do you deal with all of it? I have to admit, it is tough.
Oh, not this.
All the rest of it.
The bloody chaos, heat, insects, people jabbering in your ear the whole time.
I find the secret is just to go with the flow.
The thing about India is you have to be flexible, take what comes, don't try and fight it all the time.
It's what the locals do, anyway.
Intrinsically flexible people.
You know they have a specific god for everything? - Is that right? - Life, death, luck.
You name it, they've got a god for it.
Except premature ejaculation.
But he's coming any minute now.
Are you quite sure you're all right, love? I'm fine, my darling.
Oh.
It's just the sun.
It's quite unbearable.
I don't know how you can stand it.
You look very familiar.
Fine.
Show me your hand.
Are you all right? I haven't a clue, mate.
So that's what she told you? I admit it seems a bit strange.
A procedure like that and then coming all the way to India on her own.
Strange is the word.
But luckily, one of us was not born yesterday.
And so you were operated on where exactly? My local hospital in Leeds.
And the name of your surgeon? I can't recall.
And this procedure happened when? A few weeks ago, by the age of this wound, huh? - Yes, but - Yet you can't remember the man who operated on you? Perhaps it was a woman.
You know what? I want to leave now.
Of course you do, because I think you're lying.
This procedure was done right here in India, wasn't it? That is an outrageous suggestion.
But still I believe it to be the truth.
How much did it cost you, huh? A few thousand? Or did you get a bargain? It's not true.
You can't prove anything.
I don't want this man treating me any more.
Listen, what you have done is a crime, OK? So that's fine by me.
I'm very happy to leave you in Dr Walker's capable hands.
Make sure she's fit enough and then discharge her.
Oh Bina Barros.
She's playing at Varun's wedding and you almost killed her.
I thought she was already dead.
She nearly did, the way you drive.
Come on, now, help me lift her.
Ma'am.
Slowly.
The blood reports for your patient, Doctor.
My apologies for the delay.
The laboratory called them through urgently.
Thank you.
That's impossible.
The tests we've done strongly suggest acute rejection of the transplanted organ.
No.
No, they promised me it would all be OK.
We can help.
Your immune system is trying to attack the new organ.
It's not too late.
We can offer basic treatment here.
Liars.
Liars and cheats.
I mean, it was supposed to be a perfect match, right? Because I signed a contract and they assured me that it would all be OK.
I know how distressing this must be.
Don't you dare put your disgusting hands on me.
I'm sorry.
Don't either No, don't either of you touch me.
I want you to keep your voice down, madam.
You're disturbing the patients.
I can handle this.
You've just had very upsetting news.
People say things they don't mean.
Yeah.
Maybe some do, but me, I call it as I see it, and all I can see right now is a filthy country full of liars and full of cheats.
Let me tell you what I'm looking at! A woman who has travelled to my country to steal an organ from another human being, someone they've never even met, a human being so desperate they're prepared to sell a part of themselves to pay their rent and put food on their table to allow their children to have a future.
And I'll tell you what you should do.
You should have the courage to meet that person and look them in the eye and then you should get down on your knees and thank them, because let me tell you, madam, you are not fit to lick their boots.
Treat her and then get her the hell out of here.
What the hell was that about? I told you I could handle it.
Yes, I heard you.
You apologised to her.
She told you not to touch her and you apologise to her? No, not really.
I just needed her to calm down.
- She was emotional.
- Yeah.
She insulted you.
And I said I could handle it.
It's not the first time I've dealt with someone like this.
So you just accept it? That how it works in England? A woman like you allows herself to be treated like that? It happens and you have to deal with it.
You can't just react.
You maintain a professional manner.
Oh, I see.
So I'm not professional, huh? You screamed at a patient.
My patient.
Not professional.
Well, then, Dr Walker, for that I apologise.
Clearly I am mistaken, but I remind you this is my country and here a brown person doesn't have to apologise for the colour of their skin.
- Enough.
- Maybe you should learn it.
I said enough.
I will not accept members of my staff having slanging matches in the corridors of my hospital, no matter what the provocation.
You, go and consent Mr Dave.
If you're going to cut his leg off, get his permission.
What are you waiting for? ~ Everyone deserves a holiday.
Holiday? I'm here for the duration.
Or at least My wife's sick.
Maggie.
Cancer.
- Terminal.
- I'm sorry.
Really.
Should've gone home weeks ago, but she's got it in her head that she wants to stay here.
You know the worst of it? There's nothing I can do.
I'm a practical man, you know? The sort that takes care of things.
I can fix a boiler, but I can't fix this.
Does she want you to, fix it? Who knows? She likes it here? Loves it.
Mad for it.
Well, then, maybe that's the best you can do.
Whisky? Yeah.
It's so sad.
Fame and fortune takes a heavy toll sometimes.
Get her a drip, a vitamin shot and some painkillers.
Nothing too strong.
I need to make a phone call.
Varun is going to be a very worried man.
They're about to consent your husband for surgery.
I understand.
Thank you.
My husband's a fool, Dr Walker, but he's a good man.
We were about to start something together .
.
and I know how this world is.
If he cannot walk, he cannot work, and we have nothing.
I'm sorry.
I wish there was something I could do.
- Rambo! - I'm sorry I had to call you.
- What happened? - Your wedding singer is here.
- Huh? - Bina Barros.
- What's wrong with her? - We found her at the roadside.
He said when the car hit him he saw a silver angel.
It has to be him.
He's the one who hit Rasik.
You've brought me gold.
Now I'll show you how to spend it.
The whole idea is preposterous.
I don't agree.
I think the evidence stacks up rather well, but heaven forbid I should be accused of running a kangaroo court.
We must ensure this is fair.
Dr Walker, please inform the police immediately.
Yes, Dr Fonseca.
I think they should assess the evidence and let them decide.
No, no, please.
Let's not be too hasty.
Obviously, this is a rather awkward situation.
Perhaps I should go and see the poor fellow first, talk to him? Follow me.
Argh! I agree.
Likely popliteal laceration.
- Argh! - It's tricky, but You have a theatre free? Prepped for a below-knee amputation.
Mr Dave, my name is Dr Varun Kapoor.
I'm an experienced vascular surgeon and with your permission I would like to try and save your leg.
Go on, say it, Dr Walker.
I know you want to.
He hit him and now we just allow him to get away with it.
Sometimes, the wise woman sees a compromise and grabs it with both hands, and if someone does tell the police, then I will fire you and that's a promise.
I'm so sorry it has come to this.
For someone so talented to end up like this I suppose it is a sickness of sorts.
Darling, you think I'm a drinker, - a common alcoholic.
- We can help, advise a support group.
An alcoholic? You must believe me, I've never touched a drop in my life until today, but what else could I do? Your doctor just won't give me what I need to perform.
If only there was something else I could take, or someone I could turn to.
Varun assures me he had no idea he clipped the gentleman.
Clipped? A compound spiral fracture is hardly the result of a glancing blow.
I had to stop Dr Walker from calling the police.
Of course, she now thinks I'm a cynical harpy.
Please, surely that's not necessary.
Most people would consider it compulsory.
It's his daughter's wedding, Lydia.
You should see up there -- the guests, the servants, the whole family.
And now he has Bina Barros lying comatosed in the ward.
Surely the poor man has things on his mind.
- Pity it wasn't the road.
- His daughter, Lydia.
The biggest week in his life.
My God, Lydia, I tell you, if you had children you would understand.
Look what the cat dragged in.
You're pissed.
And you, my dear, are sober, but in the morning I will be beautiful.
Anyway, I thought we were supposed to be enjoying ourselves.
We are, just not usually this early.
I went for a walk.
I got you something.
Hold on.
You found me a shell.
I thought you'd like it.
I do like it.
In fact, I'm going to put it here, pride of place.
- I'm sorry.
- I know.
It's OK.
Let's not fight any more.
Not now.
OK.
I am pissed.
I know.
Oh! So, Varun, I believe you have saved his leg.
I'll stake my reputation on it.
You know, if you really want to get away from here and taste the bright lights, you could come and join me.
- In Mumbai? - Why not? Now that the hospital has got so big, my real problem is keeping control of my staff.
I need someone I can trust, someone to keep them in line, manage costs, that sort of thing.
- Like an administrator? - Maybe.
But, no, no, we'll give you a proper title, huh? How does Deputy Chief Executive sound? Well, give it some thought, eh? Careful, Ms Barros.
Careful.
OK, slowly, slowly.
Slowly.
OK.
OK, OK.
I shouldn't have said what I did.
It was unkind.
There.
All's well that ends well, eh? Please come to the party.
You're all invited.
Thank you, but I have work to do, as do my staff.
I've just finished my shift.
If I could, I'd love to watch Ms Barros.
Well, then you shall come to the ball.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you, my old friend, you really saved me.
No problem, no problem.
- And I'll see you later, OK? - Yes, you will.
And don't forget about my offer.
OK? Doctor? Look, what I said was unforgivable and I want to apologise.
So my kidneys failed ten years ago.
They just stopped working.
Acute glomerulonephritis.
Still can't spell it.
They told me it wasn't my fault, it was nothing I'd done.
I didn't smoke, I didn't drink, but that was it -- dialysis.
Three times a week back in that little room with that sodding machine whirring away.
They put me into a prison and I'd done nothing, but that's what it felt like for ten years.
The steroids I gave you should stop the rejection, at least long enough for you to get home.
With the right treatment, there's every chance they can save it.
- The police? - They'll be informed in the morning.
I think there's a flight tonight.
Him! Him! How are you? - Drink, Dad? - Hm? Can I get you a drink? I don't think anyone's had your whisky.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
Thank God! I was beginning to think You can have them.
But you don't need them.
Please, listen to me first.
When I was a child, I heard your words more than my parents'.
I knew your voice better than theirs.
When I was studying, I listened to nothing but your songs.
So many lonely nights.
But they made the world seem full of possibility, like I could do anything.
So can you.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, Bina Barros! Come on, everybody! Bina, we love you! This is what she does.
And then she turns up and she does this and that.
A-ha! Here come the party boys! I could tell you a few stories about these two.
If you think Samira's a bully now, you should have seen what she did to this boy when he was six.
- I remember - Oh! It's OK, it's only a bit of water.
- AJ.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
It's OK, darling.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
That's a seat-belt bruise.
Is it? Tell me the truth.
Samira likes to take a little drive in the mornings.
It clears her head.
Come on, she's about to finish college, huh? No point in wrecking her future over a little thing like this, is there? Little thing? Yes.
You're a father.
You understand, huh? - Rambo.
Rambo! - Come on, AJ.
Leaving so soon, Rambo? Rambo! Rambo! She apologised.
I told her to go home.
She should be arrested.
Maybe.
Wait.
I, erm, I thought about what you said and you were right about about me.
All my life I've had to listen to stuff like that, all the comments, the little things.
Sometimes just abuse, to be honest.
And I just take it, turn the other cheek, maybe because I've always wanted to fit in.
When Marcus and I were together, we'd walk into a pub and I could almost hear what they were thinking.
"What's he doing? Why is he with her? Couldn't he find himself a white girlfriend?" You shouldn't let it get to you, huh? Not then and and not now.
I know, you're right, and this is your country.
I don't know, maybe now it's mine, too.
Maybe.
You should try it, you know? Righteous anger.
It clears the head.
And the sinuses.
So do you give lessons? You couldn't afford me, you know.
That looks absolutely disgusting.
Like so many things in life, it tastes better than it looks.
Cheers.
You know the drill.
You really are ashamed of me, aren't you? My fault for consorting with a barely functioning alcoholic.
One day I'll meet a woman who appreciates me for who I am.
Good luck with that.
Just remember to feed her unicorn.
Oh.
I thought you were at the wedding.
I was, but then I decided to have a drink with a friend instead, if she'll have me.
Ah.
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