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When you move in right up close to me

That's when I get the shakes all over me

Quivers down the back bone

I got the shakes down the knee bones

Having tremors in the thigh bone

MAN: Hello, darling.

WOMAN: Hello, handsome.

(knocks)

(trumpet playing)

Mr. Powell?

Come in.

Thank you.

Take five, Ernie, please.

Yeah, five bob a week, but they're lovely boys.

So...

Here we are, then.

This is my niece,

our Megan Grieves and this is...

I'm Otto.

May I call you Megan?

So, when do you think you conceived?

Do you mind?

Thank you.

(sharp exhale)

(moans)

Sh, it's okay.

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

Thanks, darling.

Nothing so headless as a young girl

coming to London for the first time.

Don't you count it?

(footsteps approaching)

Right.

I need to get our young friend to a hospital.

Hospital?

Jean, I'd like you with Megan.

Where's your telephone?

Hospital?!

We might as well advertise why we're here.

Some idiot gave her a chemical douche.

That girl has nasty internal burns,

I wouldn't be surprised if she was septic.

Otto, please.

Charlie, go home.

I don't want Kathleen to come to hospital.

Then she won't.

Please don't leave me.

I promise you.

Have you had a baby, miss?

No.

No, I haven't.

But you are married?

Hello, you all right?

Sure?

Richie Truscott.

Years go by and then suddenly you're everywhere.

Margaret?

What an amazing surprise.

Can I get you a...

...drink.

Well, if the walls could talk...

There'd barely be a marriage left in London.

(chuckles)

I don't like singles hovering at the bar.

Can give the wrong impression.

Surely old friends get special treatment.

None that I can think of.

Besides, old friends don't just vanish, do they?

What about your wife?

I don't have a...

Oh come on, Richie.

You're a doctor.

You're bound to have bagged yourself a pretty little nurse?

Babies?

I do have a nurse at home.

No babies.

And a terrible desire to undress you.

Chin, chin.

Jeanie?

Is everything all right?

I left Richard a note saying I'd gone to the theatre.

Perhaps this isn't for you after the miscarriage?

Go home.

I can handle this.

And leave you without a nurse carrying the can?

(whispering): Sleep tight.

Well, good night, Mrs. Powell.

Good night, Mrs. J.

We have a friend.

They should bloody well arrest the aunt.

Let me sort this.

No, I'm not running away.

Never run away.

All right, all right...

POLICEMAN: So what time was the ambulance called?

Sir?

Thank you for your help.

Excuse me, sir?

This gentleman was passing,

he enquired whether there was anything he could do.

Thank you, very good.

If you'll excuse me,

my patient's in the back of that ambulance.

Right, good night then.

Hope it all works out.

Thank you.

But I need your name, sir.

Powell.

(engine starts)

(siren blaring)

How old are you now, Richie?

30.

I'm old enough to be your mother.

Well, I'd really rather not have her in my mind

if you don't mind?

(chuckles)

Ow...

Nearly there.

It hurts.

Sh, sh...

I have to go now.

Please, please don't leave me.

All right.

(phone rings)

North Wing One?

WOMAN (on phone): Casualty admissions here, we have a young woman.

Emergency admission, sister, I'll go.

Megan Grieves.

Possible pelvic infection and vaginal bleeding

after a potassium permanganate douche.

Thank you.

I'm Nurse Wilson.

We'll get you something for the pain.

POWELL: Consulting room, Nurse.

Prep an irrigation if you'd be so kind.

Thank you.

Sorry, coming here was not part of the plan.

I'd forgotten how much I missed it.

Yes, well make yourself scarce before someone starts

asking questions.

Oh, how did you enjoy the theatre?

Always get your lies straight, Mrs. Truscott.

(door opens and closes)

Charlie, dear?

We had a late list in theatre.

(sighs)

You are the worst possible liar.

Why do you do it?

I tell you what: I am famished.

You and Otto will be struck off.

And in prison.

Seriously.

Lily, please!

No, you, please!

Stop!

We need the money.

I could go back to work, at least until...

Don't be ridiculous.

You are my wife!

Besides, Lil, if Otto and I don't do it,

heaven help those poor girls.

"If Otto", "if Otto."

What about you, Charlie?

What about us?

(noise at the door)

I thought you'd be fast asleep.

I was worried.

Where have you been, darling?

That junior consultants dinner, remember?

You know how these things drag on.

How about you?

Oh... the theatre.

Something jolly, I hope.

Yes.

Very.

Jolly and long, darling.

It is rather late.

Working nights?

Sir.

I'll make sure sister gets those in the morning.

You have an odd habit of running away from me

whenever I approach.

It could be that whenever you approach,

I have somewhere else I really ought to be.

You and Jean-- Mrs. Truscott--

know each other?

Yes, we worked together.

Briefly.

But I was surprised to see her here

with one of your patients, sir.

(whispering): The Police are here to see you, sir.

Very good.

For you.

POLICEMAN: In here, sir.

Thank you.

Smoke?

Constable Weir here has it

that you summoned an ambulance to...

19 Lexington Mews, yes.

Why, Mr. Powell?

That's entirely between me and my patient.

(chuckles)

I'm sorry.

Detective Inspector Thompson.

Zealotry in the young can be tiresome,

but traon the streets

and he reports what he sees.

For e.g., you carrying medical gas bottles

from the premises.

I'm not in the habit of abandoning

expensive equipment.

You are aware of Sections 58 and 59

of the Offenses against the Persons Act?

Again, what transpires between my patients and I

is confidential by law.

And by law, it is illegal to terminate...

I will give you this:

the young woman, my patient, is out of danger now.

Oh, and her unborn baby is also well.

Good evening.

(ringing noise)

(indistinct chatter)

Everything okay, Mrs. J?

Yes, it's just the laundry, Mrs. Powell.

POWELL: Now, I once knew a chap

who was doing this when he had the most almighty desire

to sneeze.

ELIZABETH: Time for school, Thomas, darling.

Yeah, I haven't seen the chap!

Pretty sure he ran away to join the circus.

What have you been doing?

Daddy's been teaching me.

Well, I have a brand new idea.

Thomas, why don't you stay with mommy?

You too, Otto.

Well, this chap has school, you have a bridge morning

and I have half a million patients.

That bus won't wait, Master Powell.

Otto, I...

Elizabeth, are you all right?

It's difficult, this.

Yes, it is sometimes, isn't it?

You haven't forgotten tonight?

No excuses, Otto.

Jean and Richard are taking us out.

Don't be late.

Cold! Cold!

I saw your parents yesterday at the hospital.

Why not just let them know you're all right?

No, he'll...

he'll show up here soon enough.

He's a Police Inspector.

They're good at finding people.

When should we go to the station?

We're not going anywhere, dad.

What about your mother?

No, you don't know what father's like.

Ever since my brother Stewart drowned, he...

Yeah.

It did him in, you know?

(sighs)

Anyway, besides, I can look after you, can't I Monty?

And I look after her.

I can.

Well, that's all right then.

WOMAN: Miss Fairfax, please.

The GP said to pop in, so here I am.

TRUSCOTT: Now, Miss ...

Fairfax?

Yes.

What seems to be the problem?

What can you feel?

Is this what they mean by giving your body to science?

Diagnosis, gentlemen?

MRS. TRUSCOTT: Why didn't you call trumps?

Just call trumps.

I didn't think I'd need to.

I think sandwiches might be preferable

to blood on the carpet, don't you?

Always call trumps, dear.

And please, in future, don't think.

(whispering): Elizabeth, I wonder if I might have a little word?

Was Otto terribly late last night?

He's usually...

Charlie was in the most... well, you know how he is.

Ah, Mrs. J, you saint.

Oh, they do look smashing.

One day, the Police...

Lily, please, let's not always expect the worst.

You received Miss Grieves last night?

Admitted for...?

Inflammation, burning.

An attempted termination with potassium.

Yes.

And is the subject of a police enquiry.

Who brought her here?

Matron?

She came in an ambulance.

Oh, for pity's sake, child.

I don't know who you're trying to protect.

A woman I did not know came with her.

And Mr. Powell.

Off you go.

Thank you, Mrs. J.

(phone ringing)

MULLIGAN (on phone): Chief Inspector Mulligan here.

No damage done, I'm pleased to report.

But that stuff is neither effective nor recommended.

Aunt Kathleen panicked.

Well, you're clearly feeling better.

Do you still want to go through with it?

No.

The moment he's born, I'm going to strap him to my back

and we'll go to Provence in France and paint.

What about the baby's father?

I haven't the foggiest idea where I'd find him.

I've shocked you.

Haven't you ever done anything simply out of desire?

Are you one of those blokes who has it all in control?

Well, I... I wouldn't say that.

Oh, yes?

Everything thought through and planned before you do anything.

(chuckles)

Mr. Powell?

Everything okay, sir?

Yes, uh...

I'm just trying to work out what to say or do now

without thinking it through or planning it.

What are you talking about?

It's impossible.

Mr. Powell, I was interrogated coming on shift about...

The Police are involved.

So I keep hearing.

And the nurse involved, I wouldn't want...

Well, as an ex-colleague I wouldn't want anything bad

to happen to her.

Jean is a friend.

I won't let anything bad happen to her.

Trust me.

TRUSCOTT: To Mr. and Mrs. Boss!

Thank you.

For getting us two down the aisle like you did.

Well, this place isn't nearly as depraved as the papers

cut it out to be.

(chuckling): You sound disappointed.

Richie!

Jeanie's taken to going to the theatre.

What was it you saw again last night, darling?

POWELL: The reviews from My Fair Lady aren't all true, are they?

It was great, actually.

Dr. Truscott.

Margaret!

What a pleasure.

Otto Powell.

Hello.

My wife Elizabeth.

Hello.

And you must be Mrs. Richard Truscott?

It's a pleasure.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I've knowfor years,

haven't I, darling?

I'll find out what chef likes best tonight, shall I?

Shall we dance?

(band playing)

What's Richard playing at?

He's playing at hurting you, Jeanie, dear.

He's hurt, now he's going to hurt you back.

Dad's having a sleep.

The last thing I want is him waking up.

Maureen, would you mind?

That's a lovely scarf.

Mo, please.

If this is a lecture coming, Ange,

I can really think of places I'd rather be.

I just want to know why.

Sounds very much like a lecture, Ange.

The Police are onto it.

Nothing happened, all right?

Jeanie, please.

I used to help Mr. Powell and Dr. Enderbury.

When I stopped, I suggested you so you could make a few quid.

But then you, all holier than thou,

refused to take their money and now you seem

frightfully worried that I did help them.

I didn't do it often, if that's what you're thinking.

You don't need the money.

Jeanie, are you all right?

Right as rain.

Never better.

Mom used to do that.

What?

You know.

"Right as rain, never better."

I don't know what's going on.

I really don't.

Richard didn't come back last night.

What do you mean?

Just that.

We were out with Mr. and Mrs. Powell

and then suddenly he said he had an emergency

and he had to go.

There probably was an emergency at the hospital.

I'm just imagining things.

I'm playing bridge now, Ange.

Tomorrow, Mr. and Mrs. Truscott are taking us to the races

at Newbury.

Next thing I know,

I'll be buried in the family cemetery.

What?

I just wanted to warn you, that's all.

There was no emergency, Jeanie.

I was working nights.

Richard didn't come to the hospital.

What are you going to do?

Hey.

Time to get back to the real world.

Can you do this up for me, darling?

Thank you.

You know, you are everything I remember.

A little storm damaged?

God no!

More beautiful.

More ravishing.

What the hell are you doing?

Making love to you.

No, I mean last night.

Bringing them all to the restaurant?

Hm, Richard?

Do not make the mistake of thinking you can play

with me or her.

We will tear you to shreds.

(giggles)

I mean it, Richard!

I think we can release Mrs. Palmer, don't you?

You shall miss the food, and we shall miss you.

(chuckles)

I'm sorry, I've...

I've changed my mind about the operation.

Miss Fairfax, this is Mr. Powell.

(sniffling): I can't... go ahead.

Madam, you should not be wasting the consultant's time.

Sorry, I'm fine, I just...

I just don't want to be a bother.

Chaps, tell you what, why don't you go and write up

exactly what we've decided to do with Mrs. Palmer?

Three minutes, gentlemen.

The op?

The general?

Look, you can of course leave us,

but I'd be much happier if we made sure that polyp

was nothing nastier, wouldn't you?

We are all often frightened,

but sometimes we have to face what frightens us.

And most usually we get through.

It's all right.

Come on.

You promise, Dr. Enderbury.

You return the money they gave

and you aren't guilty of anything.

Dr. Enderbury?

Actually, I was looking for a patient.

That's handy.

I have 22 of them.

No, a Megan...

Grieves?

She's just a friend of a friend.

She left with her aunt five minutes ago.

Gosh, that is impressive.

I remember you.

You were at the house.

Would you please give this back to your aunt?

You give it to her yourself.

This is for you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You gave me money to perform a procedure on--

I did no such thing.

Come on Megan, love.

It's the truth.

Not as I remember it.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you.

I've questioned everyone who was on duty that night,

and as yet, I could find no one

who appears to be involved in the attempted termination.

Thank you for coming, Chief Inspector.

Can I get you...?

Well, to come to the point.

I telephoned and asked you to meet me because I have

told Mr. Powell, Otto, exactly what is happening.

He was shocked, naturally, but clear that he...

we have nothing to hide.

So I telephoned you and asked you to meet

to tell you to get out of our life.

It's outrageous what you've done.

Creeping into our home, threatening...

Oh.

You see, I do have photographs of the scene in Cyprus.

And your statements.

All the evidence to destroy your lives.

Forensic science wasn't cutting edge back then

and I only let the matter rest

because of available resources.

Faced, as we were, with policing a complicated

and troubled island, a second rate doctor

like Otto Powell with an affection for the bottle

was not our first priority.

Seeing him now still, at best, contemptuous of the Law, well...

Hideous.

It's over for him, and you.

Over.

Please!

Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector, please.

Please, all I'm trying to do,

all I've ever tried to do, is protect...

Thomas?

We do everything to protect our...

But anything can happen to them

when they're out of our sight.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I want you.

And all that Powell has.

I can't help myself.

Such a to do yesterday morning, hm?

The police are interested

in the provenance of one our patients.

A girl who had attempted an abortion.

They were asking questions, looking under every stone,

quite like a thriller.

Otto?

Charlie...

They cannot arrest you

for helping somebody into an ambulance, can they?

Get a grip.

Old man?

(door opens)

Jeanie, darling?

Oh come on, Jeanie,

mom and dad are about to arrive, we're going to the races.

I'm not coming.

I don't think I feel like it.

Don't be daft, they'll be here in a minute.

I do mean it, Jeanie.

Tell me the truth.

Come on old girl, you know you're the tops.

Thanks for that,

but try, just for once, to tell me the truth.

I love you, I'm certain of it.

That's the whole truth.

And?

"And?"

Her?

Margaret?

It was a long time ago.

You had lipstick on your collar, Richard.

Did I?

Do not take me for an idiot!

I might just be a nurse

and not from somewhere all hoity-toity,

but I will not be made a fool!

You threw a plate.

You threw a plate.

(door buzzer)

Oh, bugger.

Jeannie...

I'll be no time at all.

But I mean it, Richard.

DIANA: Sister?

I am leaving Nurse Wilson with you to make sure

that you don't run off and fly in your airplane

back to Trinidad without me.

(chuckles)

Thank you, Sister.

Stay with me, please, nurse.

ENDERBURY: Miss Fairfax?

Counting down from ten.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven...

POWELL: Right, gentlemen.

This is a standard polyp removal and B and C.

I will follow it with a dilatation and then curettage.

It should take no more than ten minutes.

Miss Fairfax has had occasional bleeding

between periods.

POWELL: Could you ask yourselves what histology

I will be requesting of the laboratory?

There we are.

Let's move on to the D and C.

Five more minutes please, Dr. Enderbury.

Dr. Enderbury?

I'm sorry?

Yes, yes, of course.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Good afternoon Missus, may I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for my son, Thomas Powell?

It's only 2:30, Mrs. Powell.

Yes, of course it is.

It's just, well, I...

I want him home, you see.

Run along Lower Nine, please gentlemen, chop chop.

Powell, yes, right-o.

He should be on the playing fields.

So kind.

But Mrs. Powell?

Mrs. Powell!

BOY: Catch it!

MAN: Catch it, Symonds!

Stop playing.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Thomas Powell!

Tommy?

Tommy?

Tommy, darling!

Tommy!

Powell, is that your mother?

Tommy!

Tommy!

Tommy!

Tommy, darling!

Yes...

Tommy!

POWELL: There we are.

Thank you, theatre.

Dr. Enderbury?

Her BP is dropping.

It's 70 over 50, Mr. Powell.

(breathing rapidly)

POWELL: Can I help, Charlie?

Cardiac arrest!

POWELL: Thank you.

Charlie...

Charlie!

Thank you, theatre.

Sister, would you be so kind as to ask my house surgeon

to contact the coroner's office, thank you.

WOMAN: Of course.

THOMAS: Can we go home, please?

BOY: Look, there's Tommy with his mum!

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I thought you had a match, I wanted to...

Please start the car.

Please!

I think Mrs. J might just have a treat for you.

ENDERBURY: I don't know what happened, I really don't.

MEHTA: Please, Dr. Enderbury, go home.

I will inspect the machinery.

There will be an enquiry.

You can do no more.

POWELL: It could have been something undetected.

We'll find out with the post mortem.

I encouraged her, against her fear.

I should be back to the ward, Mr. Powell.

Life is an easy thing to lose.

And to waste.

Dearest.

Good day?

You?

Super, actually.

I think I may have killed a patient.

That Inspector came.

Again.

He asked me to give you this.

He said you would prefer it if Mr. Powell knew nothing.

Yes.

It's a silly business, really.

I...

Please, Mrs. J.

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