All Saints (1998) s01e08 Episode Script

1
BIRDS CHIRP
SERENE MUSIC
Moving is God's way of telling us
we have too much junk
and not enough boxes.
(laughs) The new house is small,
but it's gorgeous.
Oh, and the boys love
sharing a room.
They'll get used to it.
Don't worry.
The hospital might've done without
you for an hour but I couldn't have.
Thank you.
It's okay.
Morning, ladies.
Hello.
I left a message with Jaz
for you to give me a call.
Yeah?
Mmm.
I'll leave you to it.
Oh, bye.
I have a cancellation.
I wondered if you wanted to see me.
I don't finish till four.
Perfect. I'll see you
about ten past, then.
I'll try.
I'll be there.
Good.
Hey! I shut those for a reason.
Good morning, Josie. Sleep well?
Great.
I'll be back later to change
your dressing and spray it.
Then you can have a shower.
I can't wait.
Oh, shut those curtains!
The power points spoil the view.
(mumbling)
(Vietnamese accent)
She no better. Why?
We don't know. That's why she's been
admitted for observation, Mr
Quang. Thieu Dong Quang.
Her father. Sally's father.
Well, don't worry, Mr Quang,
we'll soon find out what's going on.
Won't we, Dr Gibbs?
I'm sure we will.
I'll show you where to wait
while she's being examined.
Hi.
(husky) I'm here for
a nip and tuck on my voice box.
Jim Dwyer.
Won't be a sec.
Von, have you seen
the sticky label book?
I don't believe it!
Evie!
EVIE!!
(hearty laugh)
You're enough
to make a man believe in ghosts!
Where have you been?
Hey.
What do you reckon? Old boyfriend?
The guy doesn't look like
a masochist.
He called her Evie and lived.
You're looking after
the laryngectomy in room one?
Yes?
Von's ghost of lovers' past.
You're not gossiping, are you?
He could be an old flame.
I bet you he is.
I'm not so sure.
Ten bucks and you're on.
You're on.
It's pretty hard to believe, Connor.
Oh, come on, Von's human.
Well
If I can prove it,
will you swap me Friday's shift?
I'm going to morning tea.
You're desperate, aren't you?
Not half as desperate as our mystery
man if he is an old flame of Von's.
You've worn well, Evie.
The Jimmy I knew had better eyesight
and a bit less weight on his bones.
Bathroom's through there.
Must've been a shock to you, eh?
I thought it could've been you
when I saw the admissions list.
Right age, right name.
Okay - buzzer - but only when
you genuinely need attention,
not just to see a pretty face.
There's got to be some compensation
for losing my voice box.
Cancer, right?
I thought it was just the smokes.
I suppose you left it too long
before you saw anyone about it.
You know me only too well.
I'm surprised your wife didn't
make you see someone earlier.
Laura? Long gone.
Who's Laura?
Oh, second wife.
What happened to Christine?
Ancient history.
I've been footloose
and fancy-free for years.
How about you?
You can get changed and into bed.
That's the best offer
I've had in ages.
(groaning)
This isn't tender?
So far, all the tests are NAD.
I'll prescribe some antibiotics,
but I'm pretty sure it's viral.
Okay. Two hourly obs?
Please.
Okay.
Jared, how's Sally?
She's got a fever of unknown origin.
Normal CT scan, no liver tenderness,
non-specific aches and a rash.
Meningococcal meningitis?
Maybe, but the lumbar puncture
didn't show anything.
I've no idea.
Well, neither has Dr Gibbs.
What about drugs?
Tox screen was clear.
No signs of being bitten
by anything.
No poisons
Bron would call this
a clear case of NBI.
No bloody idea.
Yeah.
I call it a real worry.
Promise me this operation you won't
leave in a heap of shrapnel.
Considering the conditions,
you're lucky we got out
as much as we did.
Try telling that to
the metal detectors at the airport.
If we hadn't done
such a brilliant job,
you'd have complained to St Peter
at the pearly gates 30 years ago.
St Peter couldn't have coped with
me and Bill on the same afternoon.
I wonder how long it would've taken
him before he had a cold tinny open
and a game of cards
going on the nearest cloud.
Everything's normal.
You're in surprisingly good shape.
Yeah, except for the cancer.
You won't be needing these.
I was going to
give them away tomorrow.
You're giving them away right now.
Fair go. You smoke, too.
I remember when Bill gave you
your first cigarette.
Well, I don't.
Of course you do.
Coughing, pretending
you'd smoked for years.
I said I didn't remember.
You must.
You might live in the past
but I don't.
I haven't thought about Vietnam
for years.
Thanks, Dave.
Hi, Nura. We'll get you settled
before we worry about the paperwork.
Where you taking my daughter?!
To her room.
That woman can take her!
Oh, no, it's okay.
I'm Nurse Connor Costello.
No! My daughter's a good girl!
Of course she is.
A virtuous girl!
And one that should get
treatment right now.
No, I will not allow it!
Is there a problem here?
HIM!
Von, those things
are going to kill you.
You didn't come out here to give me
a warning I can read on the packet?
No. We're playing musical beds in
there and Terri's looking for you.
Evie.
Thank you, Sister Craig.
I'll be right there.
That's not my usual effect on girls.
What's she in for?
Massive infection
due to infibulation.
What's that?
The most extreme form
of female circumcision.
That's awful!
It's done to ensure her virtue.
It's barbaric,
and it's against the law.
Not in her country.
It happened before she came here.
It's a normal part of growing up.
Normal?
Just treat her, Steph.
Is the pain getting worse?
Much worse.
Where is it mainly?
My back.
And just right here in my neck.
Is your neck stiff?
Mmm. It feels like I been beaten
hard and with a stick.
Is there something you can give her
to ease pain?
We'll see what Dr Gibbs can do, eh?
Hang in there.
(speaks Vietnamese)
Can you stop them jabbering?!
I'm trying to rest!
They're saying they love your hair.
Sorry to have to move you, Mr Dwyer.
Oh, not a problem. I was sick
of my own company anyway.
How's it going, boys?
Talkative bunch, aren't they?
I'm sure Nurse Ryan wouldn't let
an old friend go lonely.
That's enough of the old.
But you are friends, right?
I'll say.
Special friends?
VERY special friends.
Really?
We spent the hottest, steamiest
times of our lives together.
You and Von?
Me and Von.
And half the Australian Army.
We were in Vietnam together.
So Von was in Vietnam.
Yeah, in the surgical hospital
at Nui Dat.
You and Von weren't, ah
An item? No.
But we were great mates.
There goes ten bucks.
Eh?
Oh, nothing.
Tell us some more.
I won't bore you with stuff that
happened before you were born.
You could've moved the fever in room
two and put the new case in there.
Nura won't be nursed by a man.
Mr Dwyer was happy to move
when we explained.
As if you gave him a choice.
When he's out of surgery,
we can probably move him
Probably is not good enough.
He's got a right
to be treated with respect.
Come on, he almost died
fighting for this country.
We should be grateful enough to give
him decent treatment now when
Von, Jimmy's got his needs,
Nura's got hers.
The fact that he is an old friend
is getting in the way
That has nothing to do with it.
Von, sorry,
but I've made my decision.
Great.
So, they weren't
the last of the red hot lovers?
Just friends.
Like candy from a baby.
You know, she volunteered
for a second tour as well.
Who?
Von.
She was a nurse for the military.
You two still on about that?
Yeah. Rambo with a bedpan.
According to Jimmy Dwyer,
she was a real hero.
Came under fire twice.
Really? I wonder why
she doesn't talk about it.
None of us have ever been in a war.
How could she expect us
to understand?
Nura, this is Sophie.
Hello, Nura.
The doctors need
a midstream urine specimen.
Do you think you could give us one?
I'll try.
Good.
We'll just pop you on a bedpan.
Sit up a bit.
That's the way.
(both) One, two, three.
I'll give you a gentle wash
and then I'll help you.
I don't need help.
Would you wait outside, Mrs Arkuna?
I'm staying with my daughter.
We have to be careful the specimen
isn't contaminated by bacteria.
It won't take a moment.
What is wrong?! Is something wrong?!
No, no.
How could she live like that?!
What choice is there?
Is this the circumcised girl?
Butchered girl!
There's nothing left.
You're kidding.
They cut everything away
and stitched her up.
All that's left is a tiny opening.
It's just senseless!
A laryngectomy isn't a walk in the
park, but removing your voice box
and following up with radiotherapy
is your best chance for a cure.
Great. Not only do I end up mute as
a newt, I get to glow in the dark.
You've decided on the electro larynx
rather than a voice prosthesis?
Yeah.
The thought of taking that thing
in and out of my throat to clean it,
well, I don't like
blood and guts, doc.
Especially my own.
The implant has advantages.
It's less obvious physically
I've been through all this.
Okay.
A speech pathologist
will be up to see you.
She can answer any questions.
You concentrate on doing a good job
and leave the selling to me, okay?
SALLY: No, please!
JARED: It's alright.
All done.
Okay.
Now, be careful not to sit up.
This procedure can give you
headaches, okay?
What are they doing to her?
Lumbar puncture.
Pray you never have to have one.
Was that really necessary?
Yes.
The last puncture was clear.
The lab must've missed something.
The antibiotics aren't helping,
the pain's worsened.
It's just really awful
to put her through that again.
I'm sorry! I don't know
what's wrong with her.
I have to find out.
No operation!
We don't have a choice.
Then we want a woman doctor
to do it.
There isn't a female
surgeon available.
I can take the pain.
It only lasts a day or two.
Each month?
I take tablets, stay in bed.
A woman's lot.
When you go to the toilet,
how long does it take?
Ten minutes.
Mmm. You see, most women
take about a minute.
But, because of your, ah - condition
- the fluids don't clear completely.
That's what gives you
this infection.
It's not the first time
and it won't be the last
unless we operate to stop it.
But I'm to be married soon.
It's been arranged.
The groom's mother will examine her.
She'll think Nura has been
married before or unchaste.
She will forbid Abouhd to marry me.
No man will take her as a wife!
She'll never have a home
or children!
I understand
You don't!
Or you would never suggest
making my daughter into an outcast.
Speak to Mrs Arkuna.
This is child abuse.
She won't let Nura
sign the consent form.
She'd rather risk Nura's life
than some stupid arranged marriage.
Nura's over 16.
She won't sneeze
without permission from Mum,
who treats her like some doll to be
offered up to the matrimonial altar.
Sophie, it's their way.
And it's wrong.
In your opinion.
Well, not in yours, obviously.
My opinion is irrelevant.
It's not up to me to judge
a culture I know nothing about.
Of course, you wouldn't understand.
Don't you start.
I had an uncle over there, you know.
Where?
Vietnam.
He doesn't talk about it either.
Probably because it's his business
and no-one else's.
Nursing on the front line.
That's a long way
from what we do here.
Thank God for that!
And thank God there hasn't been
a war in your lifetime
that sent Ben off to fight and left
you to pick up the pieces - or try.
Jimmy Dwyer!
DOOR OPENS
I waited till your mother had gone.
You're over 16.
You're old enough
to sign a consent form
and tell the doctors
exactly what you want done.
I don't want anything done.
Have you thought about when
you're married, or having a baby?
We can't put things back to normal,
but we can fix some of the damage.
Hi. I was wondering
if I could examine the patient.
Not now.
I can come back later.
Just leave her alone, okay?
Okay.
I want you to know you don't deserve
to go through life like this.
It is not your fault
you were mutilated.
And can you restrict visitors
to room one?
Immediate family only.
How come?
We've had every nurse, intern
and resident drop in on Nura.
What? To examine her?
Yeah, or ask to.
She's not a zoo exhibit.
You're right. Thanks, Jaz.
At least while you're smoking
you're not running off at the mouth.
I won't be doing that
for much longer, will I?
Oh, Jimmy.
It's not that bad.
You'll still talk
after the operation.
You know me, Evie.
Always been a gambler.
This time, the ante's too high.
And what am I playing for?
Lifetime as a freak?
I'm a salesman, for God's sake.
And a darn good one.
I can't work with a voice
(robotic voice)sounding like
Donald Duck on helium!
The operation's off.
Don't be stupid!
You can't cancel.
Just watch me.
Jimmy, cancer is a vicious enemy.
Just like Charlie, eh?
The unseen enemy.
Creeping around, creeping up on you.
We still fought.
But did we win?
I've been living on borrowed time
since then, anyway.
The gods roll the dice.
I make it, Bill doesn't.
It could've just as easily been
the other way around.
But it wasn't.
He went down fighting.
We didn't give up on you
when the chopper brought you in.
We got you well, sent you home.
To what?
This?!
LOW BUZZING
Dead then, dead now.
It doesn't really matter.
It matters.
It's got to matter.
Don't you dare give up on me now!
What a hero.
I'm stumped.
The consultant's stumped.
You'll get it.
I'm glad someone trusts me.
JAZ: I can't give you a bed
I don't have.
We're stacking them in the halls
as it is.
Is Dr Forlano around?
ANXIOUS SHOUTING
She's dying!
Please, please!
(speaks Vietnamese)
It's a rigor.
Get more blankets for me, quick!
We have no idea what's wrong.
Dengue.
Dengue fever?
I don't think so.
I've nursed enough of it
and the symptoms don't lie.
She has fever, chills, a stiff neck,
bone pain, especially in the back.
Rashes on the arms and feet
and conjunctivitis.
You get Dengue in the tropics.
Sally hasn't left town in years.
So she says.
If I were you, Dr Gibbs, I'd check
everything again, thoroughly.
If Jimmy Dwyer didn't have the
operation, what's the prognosis?
Well, given the cancer's position,
six months, maybe three.
Not pretty.
And with the operation?
No guarantees,
but the odds are in his favour.
Hello, stranger. Don't often
see you venture outside ward 17.
I can come back if you're busy.
No.
It's nice to be saved
from writing up notes.
Have a seat.
I need a favour, Dr Morrison.
Well, um, I'm always here
if you want to talk.
It's not me!
Oh.
It's a patient.
He's made a decision about treatment
that I think he'll really regret.
But, it is his decision.
Yes, but
Well, he's really stressed
about the treatment.
I don't think
I know he's not thinking clearly.
You know?
He's a friend.
Jimmy Dwyer.
Mr Dwyer.
Last time I looked.
I understand you're scheduled
for an operation.
I thought I'd see
how things are going.
Are you the chaplain coming
to give me the last rites?
No, I'm Dr Morrison, a psychiatrist.
Oooh, bringing in the big guns, eh?
Sorry to disappoint you, doc,
but I don't need a shrink.
A friend thought you might
like a visitor.
Bloody Evie, she never gives up.
I know.
She tell you the op's off?
Yeah. She's hoping you might
reconsider that decision.
I hope Sharon Stone might walk
through that door with no clothes on
and tell me that I've won Lotto.
That's not going to happen either.
An operation for cancer can be scary
for a lot of reasons.
Scared? You think I'm scared?
I would be.
I'll tell you about scared.
Being scared is wading through
a paddy field in the dead of night
not knowing what's going to get you
first, a landmine or the guerillas.
Vietnam?
As if she didn't tell you.
I'm another victim of that war,
you know that?
Agent Orange, mate,
that's what gives you cancer.
I lost count of the number of times
I got sprayed.
Well, those things can't help.
That's the army, too, isn't it?
I never smoked
until they sent me up there.
It's been 40 or 50 a day ever since.
They've got a lot to answer for.
Looks like they have.
DOOR KNOCK
Hello, Nura.
I understand you've had a lot of
visitors, and not all welcome.
(sobs)
Sweetheart, what's the matter?
What's the matter?
For hundreds of years
our women have been like me.
But, she says I'm not normal.
That I'm mutilated.
Who said that to you?
The nurse.
In her world,
you're the one who's different.
What was done to her
is against the law and you know it.
But it's done.
Whether you agree with it
or not, she accepts it.
While she's a patient here,
she has a right to have
her beliefs respected.
What about her right
to a normal life?
Even if she has the operation,
we can only make sex less painful.
She'll never have any pleasure.
Calm down.
But, of course,
you wouldn't understand that.
I am a woman, Sophie.
I have a happy and satisfying life
without a sexual relationship.
Yes, but it was a choice you made.
Nura had no choice.
It was taken from her as a child.
Alright, bottom line.
There's a patient up there to
whom you've caused great distress.
Now, you put your opinions aside
and her wellbeing first,
or you stay out of room one,
understand?
Because she's a nun she thinks she's
got the high moral ground by right.
You're very angry with Terri.
We have a chance to help Nura
and she doesn't care.
Help? How?
By repairing the damage done to her
as best we can.
Sophie, is that something
the patient wants?
How does she know what she wants?
All her life, people
made her decisions for her.
And why?
So she can make a good wife
to a man she's never chosen.
She has a right
to a life of her own.
Not wind up some puppet living
her life through her husband.
Oh, but, you know, once you let
yourself get used like that,
then-then, you lose yourself.
I mean, you can see what you want,
what you need,
but you're too scared
to reach out for it.
Because, when you do
when you do
..you
What, Sophie?
You get punished!
I'm sorry.
Here.
Harry always said
I was over-emotional.
Do you think he was right?
I don't know.
It wasn't worth arguing about.
Nothing was worth arguing about.
I hate him.
That's okay.
Anger is a normal part of grief.
Oh, not for dying.
You don't know what it was like.
Everything I did, everything I said,
everything I tried,
nothing was ever good enough.
You know, he'd pound away,
pound away, pound away.
He hit you?
No.
Sometimes I wish he had.
Then I could call the police,
or get help, or you know, get out.
He's dead, you know,
and I still live in fear.
He's like this voice
in the back of my head.
"You'll make another mistake,
Sophie."
"You'll never pull it off."
Dumb, huh?
I mean, what more can he do to me?
Nothing.
You're angry about Nura,
what's happening to her.
Or what she's letting
the world do to her.
I'm not like Nura.
Sometimes, physical scars are a lot
easier to see than emotional ones.
And there's nothing any of us can do
to make her whole, is there?
That doesn't mean we can't heal.
I'm so scared, Peter.
What if I don't?
That's up to you.
But it's not nearly as scary
as it sounds.
Hey, Jared, is she okay?
I didn't think you cared.
I don't,
I just don't want to get it.
Serology has confirmed
Vietnamese strain Dengue Two.
Sally hasn't been anywhere the
disease is normally found, right?
Overseas? The tropics?
No. She is a librarian.
She works here - ten years.
Always in the city.
She doesn't travel anywhere.
Yet she has a tropical fever
carried by mosquitoes.
This is very serious.
It's a notifiable disease.
The Health Department is coming.
They'll retrace her steps
over recent weeks.
No, no, that's not necessary.
(speaks Vietnamese)
Ma'am, my family has done
nothing wrong.
It is all my responsibility.
You must promise they are not
punished for my sake.
Nobody's going to get punished.
(speaks Vietnamese)
It's better this way.
Sally is my cousin.
I am using her paper to seek
treatment in this hospital.
My name is Ha Vinh Thieu.
I came to this country not long ago.
By boat.
Von, I'm sorry.
The best I could get was a promise
he'd stay in overnight
and tell the surgeon face to face.
Damn him!
Thanks for trying anyway.
It's a pity he didn't
seek treatment earlier.
Then there wouldn't be an operation
to argue about.
Not about the cancer, about
the post-traumatic stress disorder.
Not everybody came back
from Vietnam a cot case.
Well, he's got all the signs.
Restless, difficulty adjusting
to civilian life, short fuse,
problems relating emotionally.
Jimmy's just Jimmy.
It's a funny thing about PTSD.
The stronger people are,
the longer they fight it.
But it never really goes away,
it just hides there.
It affects their lives
without them even knowing it.
If ever I work in the psych ward I'm
sure what you say will be useful.
Thank you, Dr Morrison.
REMINISCENT MUSIC
Can't you sleep?
Why can't you sleep?
I am worried if I sign this
how far they will cut me.
Did Dr Forlano talk to you about it?
Yeah.
He doesn't understand.
He's trying, Nura.
It's hard dealing with people like
you and me, people outside the norm.
You see, I'm a nun.
When I made my profession
as a religious,
I knew a lot of people would see me
as being different.
I mean, what sort of woman
these days
vows obedience, chastity
and poverty?
And it's not always easy,
but it gives me peace.
I can't pretend to know
what you're feeling,
but it's what you've been brought
up with and it feels right.
That's all that matters.
Now, these people don't mean to
hurt you or upset you.
They want what's best for you,
but you're the only one
who knows what that is.
Like you.
Yeah, like me.
If you're strong, if you believe it,
you don't need to question it.
Nura, you need this operation
for your health.
Because your family love and respect
you, I'm sure they'll understand.
But it's your choice, okay?
DISTANT SOUND
OF PERSISTENT COUGHING
Jimmy.
You didn't need to send a shrink.
(loud) Everyone knows
Vietnam vets are whacko!
Shut up.
Bloody idiot.
Come on. I've got something
I want to show you.
I still dream about him sometimes.
So do I.
You're not going to tell me I should
go through with this just for Bill?
I was thinking about it.
It won't work.
What does it matter to you, anyway?
We were mates, the three of us.
Then there were two.
I could've hated you that day
for making it instead of Bill.
We got word of an ambush.
Five casualties dusted off.
I knew it was your platoon.
I stood there waiting
for the chopper to land.
Praying to God
that Bill wasn't on board.
The triage team had to decide
who went to surgery first.
You had a gutful of shrapnel,
Bill had his spine blown away,
so you went to surgery.
I stood there digging shrapnel out
of your gut when he went.
I couldn't
I didn't even say goodbye.
Evie, I'm sorry.
I had to make sense of it somehow,
so I thought, "Okay, Jimmy made it".
He'll do it for all three of us.
He'll lead a wonderful life, raise
the kids that we'd never have.
He'd be happy like we'd never be.
Looks like you backed
the wrong horse.
It wasn't it isn't fair!
It's your life, it's your decision.
But if living means
that little to you, then maybe
..if I could turn back time, I'd
hope they'd make a different choice.
Could Bill have made it?
No.
But he'd have put up
a helluva fight.
You're fighting dirty here, Evie.
I know.
Yesterday when I went
over the top
Way over the top, I think.
..there were a lot of things
I hadn't sorted out.
I'm sorry.
Have you worked it out now?
Started.
I spent so many years trying to
please everyone. Please Harry.
Nura's pretty clear about what
she's doing and why she's doing it.
So, she's more like you than me.
I ask myself questions
every day, Sophie.
Well, I'd better get back to it.
Okay.
She consented to the op.
Terri's work.
Don't let her down, Luke.
You'll fix her up
as best you can, won't you?
She wants the minimum possible.
Are you coming?
I'll meet you up there.
How do they know
what the minimum is?
I know, okay?
You've got to help her,
you're a doctor.
Yes, and I have to
respect her wishes.
There's no point getting angry.
If it was a man, you'd be angry.
The equivalent circumcision
for a guy would be
taking the foreskin, most of the
penis, a big part of the scrotum
You think I don't know that?
Or that I don't care?
What are you going to do about it?
CONNOR: Haven't you got better
things to do on your day off?
Just ensuring you don't
wreck the place.
(in Vietnamese) Good morning.
(in Vietnamese) Good morning.
(in Vietnamese)
Sally would like to thank you.
(tries to respond in Vietnamese)
Oh, sorry. It's been a long time.
Please, Sally wishes to talk to you.
Well
Hello.
Hello.
Are you the one who knew
what was wrong?
Then, thank you.
How did you know?
Well, I'd seen Dengue before.
In your country.
I was there during the war.
Which war?
Like your young people, ours have
forgotten the sacrifices made.
Life goes on.
You know you'll have to go back
unless you claim refugee status.
If I go voluntarily
without being deported,
there's a chance I can come back.
Legally, this time.
I owe you a great deal.
If you ever come to visit
my country,
my family would be honoured
to have you as a guest.
(flattered) Don't think so.
(curt) That saline's almost
run through. Time to change it.
Yes, Nurse Ryan.
BUZZING SOUND
You're supposed to be in surgery.
I told you
I couldn't live with this.
Damn fool!
It's better than the alternative.
We'll see about that.
Hop into these, mate.
The pre-med's due soon.
They had to reschedule.
Stuff-up in theatre.
Should be sorted out by now.
I'll check it out if you promise
to behave yourself.
And that goes double for you.
Pardon?!
Well, go on, tell me.
I figured I'd go along with
the artificial voice box thing.
Thought I'd be able to get over
the heebie-jeebies alright.
Well, it's probably
a better long-term prospect.
Anyway, it produces a better sound.
We'll see.
Wish me luck.
You won't need it.
You're back in your room, Nura.
Your mouth must be dry.
I've got some ice
for you to suck on, okay?
Do you want to check the catheter?
Would you mind?
Is the catheter kinked?
No.
Everything's fine.
I think Nura will be very happy
with the results of the surgery.
You did a great job on Nura, Luke!
It was a no-win situation.
Damned if I did, damned if I didn't.
You're as bad as the women
who did it.
I beg your pardon?
You had a chance to really help.
I'm a doctor, Steph.
It's not up to me to debate
what's happened to Nura.
As a doctor, you had
a duty to your patient.
I did what I could to relieve pain
and return her bodily functions
to normal.
Do you realise how painful
sex will be for her?!
You're more concerned about
her sex life than she is.
It's Nura's life.
Nura's choices.
You go and tell her she's wrong.
I'm sorry if I offended you
yesterday.
I spoke out of turn.
I understand.
DOOR KNOCK
Abouhd.
These are for you, Nura.
Thank you.
SERENE MUSIC