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You know, there isn't actually a name for it,

being the male lover of a married woman.

Of course, if it was the other way around,

you'd be my mistress. Yeah, that's the accepted term.

But... what am I?

Your master.

Definitely not.

Your lover, obviously.

But I just think we should have our own word.

Mister.

"Actually, we're not married. I'm her mister."

I've got a word for you. Do you want to hear it?

It's quite short. Have you heard from your current husband?

No. Not yet.

And right now, I'm reconsidering my decision to divorce him.

So if you don't mind...

As your concubine, I am nothing if not obedient.

I shall retire to my chamber and await your pleasure.

SHE CHUCKLES Idiot.

HE RECITES PRAYER

VOICE FALTERS

THEY GASP, PANICKED CHATTER

And Dr Sharma will hold the fort in casualty.

Yes, Dr Fonseca. And thank you...

Which just leaves Dr Kapoor's regular paediatric outreach clinic.

Now, normally, that would be Dr Walker's responsibility,

but in her absence, I thought you two could go.

Er, slight problem. I'm not a paediatrician.

Didn't your mother tell you that you could be anything you wanted to be?

Well, actually, she used to beat me.

Use your common sense. If that doesn't work for you,

just ask Sister Mari. Right, that's it, get out.

Lydia, last night, a patient was admitted in emergency.

Ramesh Kurup.

Ah-pa-pa-pa. Pick one.

I call shotgun.

HE CHUCKLES

So, if I had chosen the hand with the keys in it,

would you still have made me drive?

Definitely not. It was a totally fair game. Hmm.

Wake me when we get there. HE SIGHS

KEYS JANGLE, IGNITION

He collapsed during puja.

So we feared a heart attack because of his diabetes. Mm-hm.

But it turned out to be septicaemia.

Maybe kidney infection.

Seems like he's responding well to treatment.

Yes, it seems so.

But I'm worried about this.

Maybe you should tell him?

Dr Fonseca! Look at this.

Chess on a computer!

Now I can beat this fool from the comfort of my own home.

It is an iPad, not a computer. Like you understand the difference.

Open up your mind, old man, now that you can do anything online!

Did you know, my son can stream his Friday prayers

all over the planet?

OK, who had 30 seconds?

We all have a sweepstake.

You have to guess how long it will be before he mentions

that his son is an imam.

It's good to be proud of your children, no?

Right, Doctor? I... I wouldn't know.

But I do know I need to speak to Ramesh.

Alone, please.

Moideen is my oldest friend.

How can I have a secret from him?

Anyway, I feel fine now. Just an infection, right?

Can I get out of here?

No. No, I'm afraid not.

Nothing as beautiful as this back home.

I mean, there is, but...

Ever been to the UK?

So, we're mainly doing routine exams.

London has its own charm. Developmental checks...

This... it feels like actual living.

COCKNEY ACCENT: I do miss a good old fish 'n' chips, though.

From the local chippy back home.

Are you going to be doing that ALL day?

They're expecting top medical professionals,

not Mr Mary Poppins.

AS HUGH GRANT: Yes, Sister. Terribly sorry.

Absolutely best behaviour from now on.

Stop that, that's what I'm talking about.

Ramesh, these results confirm that your chronic renal disease

has advanced - significantly.

I'm afraid your kidneys are failing.

But there is a treatment, yes?

Well, we can replace the function by starting you on dialysis.

And then he's as good as new? Keep quiet, old man!

It's not a cure.

How often? In your case, I'd say... three times a week.

But we'd need to start immediately.

No. I saw what dialysis did to my uncle.

Ramesh...

your kidneys are failing very fast.

Without treatment, you will slip into a coma... and you will die.

What about transplant?

You remember old Mahmood? He was like new.

Although the old one was not much to write home about.

Transplants take time. There's a list.

You can't just snap your fingers and order one. He's right.

It could be months, years.

If there was any alternative, I'd offer it to you.

But right now, dialysis is your only option.

No dialysis.

If these are to be my last days, then so be it.

And that's the last I will say on the matter.

Oh. Hi.

MARI: Hi. I'm Priya Kapoor.

Yes, these are babies. Congratulations.

Twins. My husband tells me I'm efficient at everything.

Two babies, one pregnancy. THEY CHUCKLE

And yet, you're still working? Tomorrow is my last day.

It has been a discussion with Jayesh. I won.

Well, I hope you like it. We have a plethora.

I started the programme a few years ago -

inviting specialists to see our local patients.

Most people around here get to see a doctor once a year,

if they're lucky.

Oh, here's Radhika.

This is Sister Mari and Mr Hasan, from The Good Karma Hospital.

You'll be helping them today. OK?

No problem.

And cough for me.

SHE SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE

HE COUGHS

He has a small reducible left inguinal hernia.

We should book him to come and see the visiting surgeon tomorrow

and be assessed for an elective repair. Yes, Doctor.

So... you're handsome AND clever.

If that's a question, I'm not answering,

but if that's a statement, I won't disagree.

MARI CLEARS THROAT She understands.

Shall we get the next patient in?

Thank you, Sister. Doctor?

We need you urgently.

PRIYA PANTING

SHE GRUNTS Contractions.

How many weeks? 35, plus two.

Ooh, they're early. We need to get to the hospital!

First pregnancy, right? SHE GROANS

That's a contraction.

Anything before this? Braxton Hicks?

Nothing.

If they've only just started, we still have a few hours.

I can drive you to the hospital myself. Come on. Thank you.

My phone's just there.

Argh! I need to call Jayesh, explain what's happening.

Keys?

Guess I was just born lucky. SHE CHUCKLES

And he won't even consider it? Point-blank refused.

Even after I explained everything. Remember his uncle?

Diabetes and hypertension. He was on dialysis for years.

He had a tough time.

You know, for a religious man, Mr Ramesh is as stubborn as a mule.

Everyone trusts in their own God, but they still come to me for help.

And you are but a minor deity in the pantheon, Lydia.

THEY CHUCKLE

Anyway, give him some time. You know, consider the consequences.

I'm sure he'll come around.

There's nothing for me in there, is there?

Only I'm waiting on something.

Er... no, everything for me. Why? Anything important?

No. Nothing that can't wait.

Something's wrong. What do you mean?

There's no gap between the contractions and...

I feel like I need to push, now! You sure?

And my water's just broken. They're coming, they're coming now!

How far from here? Three, maybe four hours.

They have neonatal facilities. Nowhere else is even close.

SHE GROANS

The ashram is better than here.

But your equipment there...?

Just the basics.

So what do we do?

OK, we go back.

Hang on.

Please, come in. Thank you.

Dr Fonseca, how long will it take you to start looking for

a kidney match for Ramesh? As soon as possible.

These things take time.

I have the answer! Donor exchange!

One family in Punjab. No compatibility between the family.

One wife donated to the other. There is another one here in Delhi.

All it takes is a healthy person to volunteer to donate,

then they do the rest.

And this healthy person you're suggesting...?

Moideen, you're over 60 years old! But fit as a flea!

Even so, donating a kidney is no small thing.

Neither is losing your own best friend, Doctor.

For the record, this is done under protest.

Ramesh is very lucky to have a friend like you.

Enlightened self-interest, Doctor.

Who will I humiliate in chess if something happens to him?

That's funny. He tells me he always beats you.

Sometimes I let him win.

There. Bend. There we go. All done.

KNOCKING

There you are!

He doesn't answer his phone, the house is empty,

then I find out Ramesh Uncle is here.

Bitter experience tells me my father won't be very far away.

So, what's going on? Are you sick, Abu? Nothing.

I just thought I'd get a routine blood test done whilst I'm here.

Dr Fonseca was kind enough to oblige. Right, Doctor?

After a fashion.

But we're finished here.

What is it, Abu?

Are you sick? Tell me now.

Dr Nair?

I have the report from Frankie Martin's scan.

Oh, Miss Martin.

Minor osteoporotic collapse, nothing more.

Good news, for a change. Erm, I was going to call her,

but I thought perhaps I could go in person,

with your permission? Excellent idea.

You know, we doctors are always maligned

to be the bearers of bad tidings,

but we are allowed to spread a little happiness sometimes...

RAISED VOICES

Don't be ridiculous... I'm telling you!

You're making a mistake.

Anwar, this is my decision! Doctor, he doesn't know what he's saying.

I want you to give me those samples. No! Don't you dare.

Please give those tests to me now, then we are leaving!

Oh, really? How are you going to make me leave?

The boy who cries like a baby every time the ball...

Still he brings this up! I demand you give me the samples!

Enough! Both of you, this is a hospital!

Ah!

Ooh!

Doctor, I'm... I'm-I'm sorry.

Aren't you ashamed? Is this the way we brought you up?

What the hell is going on here?

It's nothing, I'm fine. This idiot pushed her!

Are you all right? Yes.

HORN HOOTS

HOOTING CONTINUES

Her waters broke in the car. Precipitate labour. What?!

We had no choice. It was here or the side of the road!

OK. Go get the back room cleared, get everyone out,

and call an ambulance as quick as you can.

SHE CRIES OUT

I need to do a pelvic exam, see how far along you are, OK?

Fully dilated. She's moving fast.

We'd never have made it.

And word on that ambulance? Just an hour, maybe more.

OK.

Let's see if I can remember how to do this.

SHE CRIES OUT IN PAIN Priya!

SHE YELLS Priya?

Your babies are on the way. She needs you, OK?

The baby's coming.

OK. Push, one more time. Push.

Come on!

OK.

OK.

She's hypoxic.

Doctor? OK...

Doctor, what's going on?

Doctor?

What's wrong?

It's OK. Just lay back.

What's happening?

We're just trying to help your baby to breathe.

Nothing.

Darling, it's OK...

No way are you doing this to me. Come on.

What's going on?

BABY CRIES

Oh!

CRYING CONTINUES

It's a girl.

We have a daughter.

Age-related vertebral collapse?

I never thought I'd be so happy to be told I'm falling apart.

It's possible the treatment you received

made your bones more susceptible to thinning.

I can recommend some treatment... But there's definitely no cancer?

No cancer.

And at five years from diagnosis,

I think you can be quite confident it's unlikely to return.

Hey.

It's OK.

I'm OK.

I mean, it seems I'm a dried-up old hag

whose bones are crumbling to dust, but...

..I'm all clear.

So, what do you wanna do? Swim? Walk?

Show me some birds?

Nothing.

We should celebrate. Dinner tonight, somewhere posh?

I just wanna go home.

'OK...'

One down, one to go.

There's a contraction, but I can barely feel it.

It's normal to slow a little. Let's see where we are. Ready?

It's OK, darling.

I can't feel the baby's head. I think she's breech. OK.

The doctors know what they're doing.

It's OK.

The second twin has turned in the womb.

She's coming out, but she's coming out backwards.

So... what happens now?

No. No fracture.

You are indestructible.

Ram...

..I need your advice.

I'm not a priest,

but I can always hear a confession when necessary.

Jules and I...

Oh...

When he left, there were certain formalities

that I never got around to dealing with.

We're still married. Officially.

It's just that I haven't told anyone.

So now you get a divorce.

I mean, he can't refuse after all these years?

Oh, can't he?!

I sent him some paperwork to sign and send back,

but he's not responding.

And when I call, he's either out or he won't pick up.

What about Greg? What does he have to say about this?

I haven't told Greg anything about what happened with Jules.

You know, our greatest fears are always in our mind.

You face up to them, and they're gone. Dust in the wind.

My advice -

go see Jules, no matter what hold he's had on you.

Cos you are not the same woman.

Cos now I'm indestructible, right?

You always were.

Hey.

You know, your mum's had a rough time.

She thought you'd be pleased.

This is great news.

If it's true.

Or is it just another lie you've made up to protect me?

Absolutely not.

Then show me the scan report.

I can't. It's confidential.

Not without your mother's permission, anyway.

No-one trusts me.

Hey!

You are the one who got yourself arrested

and ran away without telling anyone where you were going!

So what did you really expect? Look, I can look after myself.

Maybe, maybe not, but if you want her to trust you,

you have to start earning it.

So what do I do?

Well, your mother wants to celebrate.

So that's what we're going to do.

Come on.

Come on!

This might be a little uncomfortable.

A little pressure.

SHE GROANS

It's OK.

We're just trying to roll her forwards.

SHE YELLS

So what now? Do we try again?

Samir?

Samir?

SHE YELLS

Big contraction.

Baby's coming.

You? A donor?

You couldn't even spare a toenail!

The whole idea is madness!

And now your son has been dragged into things.

Moideen, your blood results have come back.

Now, this is just a preliminary screening,

but I'm afraid these tests show evidence of early diabetes.

Diabetes?

Yeah, but as I say, it's early and treatable.

But what it does mean is that you can't possibly donate

a kidney for Ramesh, or indeed anyone else.

I'm really sorry, Moideen. I know how much you wanted to help.

So now you can end this crazy fight with Anwar.

No.

I was willing to help my friend because he was in need,

but he thought only of himself.

Fine sermons are all well and good,

but a man reveals himself through his actions.

He may be a man of God...

but he's no son of mine.

OK. There you go. Ingredients.

We need all of it.

Aren't you coming with me?

No. I'll just wait here.

The rest is up to you.

You said you could take care of yourself, so let's see it.

OK.

SHE CRIES OUT

OK, come on, push!

Keep going, Priya.

Footling breech. OK.

We can do this. Keep pushing for me.

Come on.

There's the legs.

And again. Push.

SHE YELLS

No, no, no. The cord's prolapsing. Stop pushing.

The baby's crushing the umbilical cord. She's suffocating in there.

We need her out now.

Her arms are trapped.

If we free her arms, maybe she can deliver.

Look, turn her like this.

OK. Now, sweep to free the arms.

Right. Now the other one.

OK. Now push for me, Priya.

Come on.

She's tiring.

Samir!

Episiotomy. I need a knife, scissors. Scissors!

Clamps.

Towels, now!

Come on.

INAUDIBLE

COUNTING

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight. Samir.

Samir.

Help me, help me... OK, let me try.

Doctor?

Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

HUBBUB

Hey! Hey, Bobby!

Bobby.

Where the hell have you been?

What?

You said to get everything.

I couldn't get galangal,

but the lady said ginger was an OK substitution,

but I just thought I'd check everywhere first...

No, no, ginger's great.

Come on, let's go. She'll be starving to death.

Come in.

You'd better take a seat.

You spend so much time trying to make other parents feel... better.

You tell them that you understand.

But the truth is, you never do.

Not until it happens to you.

Tell me about her.

I saw the way you looked at Karishma.

You have a father's eyes.

And a man like you wouldn't leave a child, if you had a choice.

Tell me about her.

I want you to.

Her name was, erm...

Jasmin.

She was a... ball of energy.

Crazy.

Totally nuts.

But then, she became quieter.

Every day, a little more.

And that wasn't her, you know?

Something was wrong.

It was a...

..brain tumour.

Ironic, right?

I treat them every day, talk to the parents, give them hope,

and now it was me.

My wife and I...

The marriage didn't survive. Lost my faith completely.

Couldn't believe God would take a child like that.

I'm so sorry.

Er... so...

..you came here.

No.

I ran.

I ran away from my career, from my marriage,

from God.

From everything.

SIRENS WAIL

Here comes the cavalry.

Not a moment too soon.

This is my grandmother's recipe.

Her dhal is legendary.

Can't wait.

So, what's in it? Family secret!

Ow!

Ah!

Ah! Ow!

Are you OK?

Ouch! Put some pressure on it. What happened? Let me see.

No, it's fine. You've cut yourself, it could be serious.

Let me see, please. No, I'm OK, really!

Come on, let me see. Don't be stupid!

I'm not stupid! I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

I just wanna see. Or at least let Niki look at it for you. No.

I-I-I don't want to. You're being ridiculous.

Me? Mum, look at you!

I'm 21 years old and you're treating me like a baby.

You, you're ruining all of this!

Me?

I came here for you. Do you think I want to be here?

This is all about you and your bloody obsession with birds.

Do you think that's why I came? For the birds?

Mum, this is about you!

You're the one without any life, not me!

You don't even have any friends.

That's rubbish.

I have 6,527 Instagram followers. What do you have?

I thought we were talking about real people.

They are real people.

You know, I'm a real person.

God, why does everyone think I'm the one with the problem here?

I-I-I don't want this, not any more.

I don't want this and I don't want you, OK?

Oh!

Is that it, eh?

You're just gonna hit me and walk away?

You're the expert at leaving without saying a word.

Wait, wait.

Mari, please, wait!

How is she?

Ruby... is over it.

Over you.

She's basically over everything.

Oh, my God.

Did you think she'd be here? Is that why you came?

Dr Kapoor asked me to run a surgical outreach... Liar!

You came looking for her here!

Well, she's gone. So much for that plan, eh?

Hey. Everything OK?

Mr Hasan, meet Dr Varma.

I think he might need stitches.

Someone just punched him in the face.

A month ago, a mob chased me after I left the mosque.

For no reason, other than my faith.

I barely escaped.

In this country, Muslims and Hindus are in conflict.

The slightest disagreement can lead to terrible violence.

What if this thing goes wrong, if Ramesh Uncle dies?

If my father doesn't survive the procedure?

A Muslim man dies to save a Hindu?

Moideen isn't a suitable donor. I never thought he would be.

Doctor, I was frightened.

But that is no excuse for my behaviour, and...

..you have my sincerest apologies. It was inexcusable.

I was going to say that I understand,

but perhaps that's impossible.

You seem to fear the worst in people, and-and maybe that's right.

Whereas in all the years of doing this job,

I have had the privilege of seeing them

at almost nothing but their best.

Your father and Ramesh have the strongest,

most loving friendship I've ever seen.

He just needs to know that he's tried everything to help his friend.

You know, the son-in-law of Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him,

he, er...

He once said that two true friends

are a single soul in different bodies.

It is true that without a donor, Ramesh Uncle, he will die?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

So... what happens now?

Well, I've done all I can. The rest is up to him.

Any loose teeth? Bite OK?

It's fine.

The lac's just superficial. No stitches. Give me a minute?

So, did you deserve it?

Probably, yes.

Ruby's ex, right?

Yes, we...

We went our separate ways. Some faster than others?

You pick up things.

This might.. OK, OK.

..sting a little. Just go on. OK.

Mari said that, er, Ruby left?

Compassionate leave. Her dad's sick.

She's gone to see him. At a hospice.

I'm sorry.

Sorry you got in the middle of that.

He'll calm down.

This, it...

..it's a nice idea.

You don't have to do that.

I don't mind. No, it's fine!

Please, can you just leave?

Sure.

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

You know, I always thought that being a doctor would be easy.

Well, not easy, but I just thought I would work so hard

and learn absolutely everything,

and then I would know exactly what to do and...

help people.

But that's not how it is.

No matter how much you learn, how much you know,

you realise that someone could still get hurt.

Someone could still get sick

and somebody that trusted you could still die.

And that's hard,

but if you want to do the job, you have to learn to live with the fear.

So that's what I'm doing. Living with it.

I'm not a mother.

But I think maybe it's a similar thing?

But, obviously, I'm not a mother, so I'm sorry if I got this wrong.

I just tried to help.

Hey...

erm...

what I told you, erm...

I don't want everyone to know.

It's not why I'm here.

They'd understand.

I know. Erm...

I'm just not sure I'm ready for that.

Then it stays between us.

Doctor Fonseca! Erm...

I'd like you to test me for the donor exchange program.

For Ramesh Uncle.

Then you'd better come in.

I managed to change the flights.

We're leaving tomorrow.

Well?

What is this?

Well, it's small, but it looks clean and decent,

and it's only three streets away from ours. I mean...

..mine.

I'm saying you can move out.

If you want to.

SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

My only son is giving away a very vital organ,

so you please stop your nonsense, yes?

Can anyone else hear an annoying fly buzzing in this room?

CHUCKLES

You really have no idea how hard this is gonna be.

Actually, maybe you do.

I'm curious. Why did you help me? It's my job.

Or at least, I think it's my job.

You know, my dad told me I needed some real life.

FRANKIE LAUGHS

I see. And that's us? Yeah.

I mean, no, not like that, but...

Yeah.

Thank you.

I think you are a wonderful doctor.

Your dad should be very proud of you.

That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Now all I need you to do is find him a wife before we leave.

Oh, I don't think...

You're teasing me, aren't you?

Hell, yeah.

That seems to have worked out OK.

They say God works in mysterious ways,

but it appears Vishnu is even sneakier.

Always been a Ganesh fan myself.

When Shiva lumbers you with six arms and an elephant head,

you need to develop a thick skin pretty quickly.

Yes! Ganesh - number one god, hands down, no returns.

Listen.

I'm gonna need to go and see him. Jules.

Get him to sign this bloody financial order and finish it.

I think it's the only way. You want me to come, too?

No. No, I reckon I need to do this alone.

Then may your favourite god go with you.

Yes, what can I get for you?

Two beers, please.

Two beers coming right up. Freezing cold.

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