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[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Morning, Dr. Varma. How are we doing?

-Morning. -Morning.

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

It'll be here.

Well, there are several candidates for plastics --

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

[ Music continues ]

-Morning, Dr. Walker. -Morning.

Morning.

Good morning, Sister. Everything okay?

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

My nurses are processing over there.

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

Good.

[ Horn blaring ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

See?

[ Music continues ]

[ Brakes squeaking ]

[ Whistle blows ]

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

We have a lot to go through.

Hi.

-Dr. Fonseca? -Yes.

I'm Dr. Ray.

You are very, very welcome.

Come this way.

This is Sister Mari and Dr. Varma.

[ Music continues ]

Hey, Gabriel.

[ Woman and man vocalizing ]

[ Birds chirping, horns honking ]

I insisted on extra investment in the surgical equipment.

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

So you two worked together in Mumbai?

I was his first supervisor --

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

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

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

How long has it been since we last worked together?

Five years?

Something like that.

Small world.

One of our objectives is training local surgeons.

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

Excellent. I was hoping you'd say that.

We have several candidates for surgery both here

and back at the hospital.

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

Hm.

[ Music continues ]

He likes you.

Mind you, he pretty much likes everyone.

Your first?

What a sweetheart.

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

Problem is his eating and drinking.

It's very hard to feed him.

He isa little underweight.

Yeah. He tries, but he cannot feed.

We have tried different techniques,

but he keeps getting thinner.

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

Let's see what we can do about that, huh?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Wait. Wait. Wait.

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

-The surgery or -- -No.

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

which has never stopped here before.

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

Of course it's not.

Get, uh, Mani ready for the theater, please.

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

[ Music continues ]

[ Bell chimes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-[ Applause ] -[ Laughs ]

Bravo!

ANISH: You see, Doctor?

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

John Travolta, eat your heart out.

You don't need sight to dance.

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

Now, your cataracts have extended significantly

since I last saw you.

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

And there's nothing you can do?

Not here, no.

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

I know we've talked about surgery before.

But Kochi is so far away.

This doesn't involve Kochi.

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

I'd say you were pulling my leg.

Well, I'm not.

And it can be done this afternoon --

on The Miracle Train.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Birds chirping, horns honking ]

Have you ever used this in surgery before?

You've been in the sticks for too long.

Well, it's, uh...impressive.

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

Why?

Uh, to, uh, reconstruct the soft palate.

Other than the patently obvious?

To, um...

To form a valve which is both watertight and airtight.

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

We do that by making two incisions,

both the sides of the palate.

Scalpel and mask, please.

[ Respirator hissing ]

LYDIA: The operation will only take a few minutes.

You'll be back home by this evening

and with a bit of luck

should be able to see the glorious Keralan sunset.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Fonseca, could you, uh, tell me more

about the risks of surgery?

Well, as with any operation,

there's a small chance of infection.

And what if that happened?

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

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

It's a very straightforward procedure.

What about the recovery time?

No strenuous activity for a few weeks.

That's all, really.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Priya?

I'm sorry. I'm fine.

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

You really don't need to worry.

And the benefits far outweigh the risks.

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

once he gets his eyesight back.

A whole new chapter of your lives.

[ Music continues ]

[ Babies cooing ]

[ Music continues ]

There is minimal swelling, and the breathing is normal.

You'll have to keep his mouth clean.

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

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

You have yourself a happy little healthy boy.

Thank you so much!

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Please let us thank you.

We have to celebrate in your honor.

Oh, thank you, but I have so much work, so...

But you'll have to eat, no?

Can we sit with him?

Dr. Varma will transfer him to the hospital.

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

For sometime, please.

Take five.

-Thank you. -[ Baby crying ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Horn honking ]

[ Brakes squeak, engine idling ]

MAN: Excuse me! Coming through!

MAN: Watch where you're going! [ Shouting in Malayalam ]

Yes, yes. We know.

Can I help you, sir?

Edmund Dalrymple.

Ted.

Tried to tackle it myself.

The bugger didn't seem to want to stop.

It's okay. I've got you.

-[ Chuckles ] -Now, let's go.

Must have been a bad fall.

[ Chuckles ] Didn't have my stick.

Pride of a foolish old man.

You here on holiday?

Research trip.

I'm writing a military history of partition.

Oh. How'd you get into that?

It's always been an area of interest.

I was born here, you know.

My father was a civil servant in the Raj.

Stayed on after independence.

So this is home.

We went back to England in the '60s.

I haven't been back here since then.

But the smells, the clove, incense,

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

When I stepped from the plane,

I felt as though I was 6 years old

and running 'round after my amah again.

What about family? Are they here with you now?

No.

Solo adventure.

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

So much work still left to be done.

Soon, okay?

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

[ Mid-tempo music playing on radio ]

Hey! [ Laughs ]

Beautiful, aren't they?

And it's not even lunchtime.

"Never delay kissing a pretty girl

or opening a bottle of whiskey."

Not me. Hemingway.

Though I like to think I channel him.

Famous for his love of mojitos,

which I make an exceptionally good one.

Uh, I prefer a vodka tonic.

Ooh. Heathen.

Seriously, I owe you one.

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

[ Laughs ] Cheers.

Cheers.

Mmm.

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

Uh...I don't know.

Maybe just a few weeks, you know?

I got nothing to rush back for.

That's all right, isn't it?

Yeah. It's great.

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

Just the two of us. Somewhere nice.

[ Laughing ] Why?

We can't drink if we go out.

I know somewhere we can drink.

Bloody hell.

It's been years since we just sat

and properly talked, you know?

Dad, we talk all the time.

Okay.

[ Music continues ]

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

If you want to.

Yeah, I do.

[ Music continues ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mr. Chavan?

I have your consent forms here.

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

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

I know the risks can sound scary.

But they're really are very small.

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

I'll get a taxi.

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

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

You've been kind, as always, Doctor.

I don't need compliments, Mr. Chavan.

My only interest is in saving your eyesight.

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

The taxi's here.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sister, can I have a word with you?

MARI: Mm.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I need to give in my notice.

And why on earth for?

Deepak, he wants me to stop working immediately

once we are married.

But we talked about this.

I mean, there's absolutely no need

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

just because she got married.

I've made up my mind.

Tomorrow will be my last shift.

[ Music continues ]

Just like that.

Never mind her contract, never mind her patients,

the hospital staff she's leaving in the lurch.

But did she say why?

Just that this fiancé of hers

doesn't want her to work anymore.

I mean, if she had any gumption at all,

she would make up her own mind.

But she's a silly, flighty little thing

that doesn't even know her own mind.

She's made her decision.

There's no point parting on bad terms.

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

She's getting married.

Poor thing deserves our sympathy.

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing ]

[ Children shouting, laughing ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-AISHA: He's recovering well. -Thank you.

Thank you so much.

We are so grateful for all you have done.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

Thank you, Doctor.

[ Birds chirping, baby crying ]

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

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

I'm sorry I sprung this on you.

I should've called.

Yes.

Yes, you should have.

You look happy here.

Well, maybe not exactly happy.

Contented.

Leaving Mumbai was, uh...

It was the hardest decision I ever made.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

And also the best.

I got divorced.

I'm sorry.

You and I both know it was long overdue.

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

showing me the sights of downtown Barco?

[ Music continues ]

Actually, I can't.

I have to go.

Meet me for a drink tomorrow.

As just friends. Nothing more.

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

[ Music continues ]

All done, Doctor?

I really ought to be on my way.

Mr. Dalrymple --

Ted. Please.

Ted.

This hand movement of yours --

It's called a pill-rolling tremor.

It's characteristic of Parkinson's disease.

Has a doctor ever mentioned that to you?

It may have been bandied about once or twice.

Parkinson's can cause bladder problems.

We found an infection in your urine,

and your blood pressure's a bit high.

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

Admit me? You mean overnight?

Out of the question.

I have far too much work still to do.

Ted, I don't mean to be alarmist,

but these infections can turn nasty.

Left untreated, they can lead to sepsis.

You've waited 50 years to write this book.

I'm sure it can wait another day.

You could tell me more about it if you like.

One night, and then I really must be going.

Deal.

-LYDIA: Do you mind? -AISHA: Of course not.

[ Indistinct conversations, baby crying ]

Is this place always like this?

-This is a quiet Tuesday. -[ Laughs ]

They just want to thank you.

It's a straightforward procedure.

I've done it a hundred times.

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

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

It's his wife, Priya.

-Will you excuse me? -Sure.

[ Birds chirping, chickens clucking ]

ANISH: Thank you for coming so quickly.

We were dancing, and she just collapsed.

Your blood pressure is very low indeed.

I feel much better.

He shouldn't have wasted your time.

-Have you eaten properly today? -Of course.

-And you're sleeping okay? -Mm-hmm.

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

so we can do a proper check-up.

Absolutely not. There's nothing wrong with me.

She does too much at home.

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

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

You do surprise me.

I've tried to make our life fun.

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

I'm a burden.

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

Of course I don't.

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

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

[ Chuckles ]

LYDIA: So have the operation.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

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

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

It's you, isn't it?

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

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

You know nothing about us.

Let him be your husband because he loves you,

not because he needs you.

And please take care of yourself.

Get some rest.

The train will be here till 6:00 tomorrow.

Priya.

Priya.

I'm here.

I thought you'd probably forgotten to eat.

Yeah. I had.

Thank you.

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

Because it's... a bit disconcerting.

Well, don't get used to it.

They are leftovers.

-Right. -Right.

How did it all go today?

Someone said the surgeon was an old colleague of yours.

Mm.

Yes, she is.

Must be nice to catch up.

Mm.

Why don't we take this back to mine?

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

Oh, then how could I possibly refuse?

GABRIEL: You would be crazy if you did.

RUBY: That's what they all say.

GABRIEL: Come on.

[ Slow piano music plays ]

So, then...

Tell me everything. I want to hear it all.

About what?

About life.

About home, what's going on there.

I mean...

[ Sighs ] Literally nothing is going on there.

Oh, no. I tell a lie.

Dan Hodge got arrested

for pissing in a supermarket freezer.

Dan Hodge.

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

Everything's all right, isn't it?

Yeah, 'course.

[ Chuckles ]

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

Then all of a sudden, you're here.

-Well -- -GREG: No plans to go home.

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

I am! It's bloody brilliant.

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

Let's go and get pissed on the beach.

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

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

Oh, no. No way.

Yeah. I'm going.

-GREG: Seriously. -Let's go.

Tommy, n--

Oh, God.

-Christ! -[ Laughs ]

You're gonna give me an aneurysm.

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

Did it with your mum on our second date.

She nearly stabbed me with a high heel.

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

Right, to the beach. Come on.

I bloody love this place!

Ohh!

Are you not coming in?

I have to check on a patient at the train.

Okay, I'll see you later.

Ted!

Ted! Ted!

Ted, just wait, will you?

Come on.

I told you, one night.

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

A dodgy bladder is not going to finish me off.

Please.

Let us take care of you.

I'm afraid that that is rather the point.

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

Wanting me to sell the house

and move into something called an assisted living unit.

He wanted power of attorney.

So I got the form...

...ready.

Signed it.

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

So, you see, I have a few weeks left

before daytime television and a slow march to the grave.

I'm not going to spend it here.

I still have one last adventure in me.

If you'd just stay a couple more hours,

wait for the antibiotics to really kick in...

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

I shall never forget that.

[ Sighs ]

I sent Mrs. Sande for myringotomy.

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

The train doesn't leave before 6:00.

What a life, eh?

Being able to just up sticks

and leave the aftercare to someone else.

Oh, you wouldn't like it.

No budget to manage? No staff crises?

Sounds like paradise to me.

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

I think they call it the Stockholm syndrome.

[ Laughs ]

And anyway, don't try and pretend

you're not exactly the same.

Well, Mala has been talking about retirement.

As in mine.

But you're far too young.

[ Chuckles ]

Sadly, I'm not.

You're not seriously considering it?

Are we too late?

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

you've become a valuable member of our team.

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

These are for you.

Wow. Thank you.

Okay.

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

Although I won't miss emptying bedpans.

Make sure to stay in touch.

I will.

Though I'm hoping to be really busy.

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

Well, we have work to do.

Mm-hmm.

[ Applause ]

JYOTI: Thank you.

Oh, that's really sweet of you. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Yeah, that's fine.

-Thanks. -Thanks.

I didn't think you were assisting --

I'm not.

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

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

I don't want to be friends.

I'm sorry if that sounds rude.

Okay.

I'm with someone now.

And I think it could be serious.

Is it the doctor? Ruby?

Do you love her?

Goodbye, Aisha.

Ruby.

Your Mr. Dalrymple discharged himself

rather in a hurry this morning.

But he left this.

He hasn't left any address or number.

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

MARI: Jyoti?

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

And you weren't even going to say goodbye?

Talk to me.

-What's going on? -Nothing.

-Really? -I'm fine.

Listen to me.

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

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

It's none of your business.

I-I know you're not happy.

Let me help you.

[ Engine revs ]

Aah!

Jyoti! Oh, my God!

Don't touch it. Stay away.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Mari?

[ Jyoti screaming ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Get her inside under a shower.

[ Jyoti screaming ]

[ Moaning ]

No signs of inhalation. Airway looks good.

Vitals look good. [ Sniffles ]

Pulse, 110. Resps, 18.

BP, 130/70.

LYDIA: Right, Mari, let's take bloods

and we'll complete a formal secondary survey.

Mixed superficial partial and full thickness burns

to the left cheek and forehead.

Some hair loss and scalp blistering

on the left side, too.

No sign of eye involvement.

Thank God.

-[ Groaning ] -I know, sweetie.

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

Another five of morphine, please.

Keep irrigating the wound.

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

Almost certainly formic acid or sulfuric acid.

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

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Shall I call your family, Jyoti?

Your mother?

I know it doesn't feel like it now,

but I promise you, you will get through this.

[ Sniffling ]

I heard what happened.

How could someone do that to her?

To anyone?

She's just 20.

She's barely more than a child, Ruby.

I know.

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

Hey.

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

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

Did you get a look at the attacker?

He was wearing a...

...a helmet and a scarf,

and it all happened so quickly.

What now?

Well, we call the Burns Unit at Kochi.

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

MARI: We can't treat her here?

RAM: No.

She needs multiple skin grafts.

Months of complex surgery.

It's way beyond us.

[ Monitor beeping ]

Hi.

Do you have a moment?

Sure. Okay?

No real damage to the ear cartilage or the nose.

The full-thickness burns

will need grafting in a couple of weeks.

Have you spoken to Kochi?

Yeah.

Yeah, they've agreed to an immediate transfer.

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

Much harder than she can imagine now.

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

I want to treat her at the Good Karma Hospital.

It's not just about Jyoti.

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

because there's just so much to be done.

I can't stay in Barco, Lydia.

You said you admire the work we do.

I'm sorry.

So, what, then?

Go back to the Real Housewives of Mumbai?

Is that really how you want to spend your career?

I'm sorry.

I know things can be a bit more...

...complicated here.

I know it's messier.

But it is real medicine.

The care that Jyoti will need...

Well, it will be a long, hard slog.

But it will put her life back together.

How did yours happen?

I was very young.

You know what they call it on horses?

Proud flesh.

Where the skin grows back thicker and stronger

like an armor.

Will you at least think about it?

Mr. Chavan's cataract operation should be over.

Perhaps you take them home?

RUBY: Ted?

I'm sorry. I peeked.

Who is she?

Dina.

You loved her?

We were 17.

Her family lived on our street.

But when my father found out,

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

So now you're trying to find her.

Never said goodbye.

Never even wrote to her.

I've regretted it all of my life.

If I could only see her once more to explain.

You've done all this and crossed continents

for one conversation with a woman

you haven't seen in 50 years.

Does that seem very foolish to you?

No.

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

Wish me luck, Doctor.

Wait.

Trying to find someone in this country

after all this time...

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

Let us look after you here.

And I'll help you find her.

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

But, um...

Will he be able to see me?

All being well, yes.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

Can you see me?

I got old.

You are always beautiful to me.

I've been so selfish.

No.

You just never realized...

...you were enough for me.

This was enough for me.

[ Man singing in native language]

It always was.

[ Singing continues]

What are you doing loitering?

Waiting for you.

Come on, jump on.

Oh, so you just assume that I'm coming back with you?

That's a bit arrogant.

I might have plans.

Well, do you?

No.

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

So your saying you want to make this public?

Does that answer your question, Dr. Walker?

Yeah, I guess it does.

[ Click ]

The candles were Tommy's idea.

Reckless, ridiculous, dangerous.

And utterly charming.

Like father, like daughter.

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

Wanted to give us some space.

If I can put up with one McConnell,

I can put up with the lot of you.

Tommy?

Yeah?

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

-Mojitos? -Why not.

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

Your father's an appalling cocktail maker.

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

I'm a qualified mixologist.

Qualified piss artist, more like.

Don't look at me.

Cut some limes.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]