Breathless (2013): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Charlie loses out on his promotion to Mehta whilst Richard, returning from honeymoon, is angry that Jean, with Otto's collusion, has kept her miscarriage secret and gone ahead with the wedding. At work he succumbs to the bullying Eric Smallwood, who is cheating on his depressed wife Valerie, by going along with Smallwood's suggestion that he gives Valerie tranquillizers, leading to Valerie threatening Eric's mistress. Jean, having been used to working, is not comfortable in her role as a housewife and yearns to return to nursing, even though married couples are not allowed to work together. To add strain to the new marriage Richard meets up with old flame Margaret. Otto finds himself attracted to Angela and comes to her house but she is not keen to get involved with a married man. Furthermore she is keeping it secret that she is Jean's sister, who has come from Portsmouth to look after their father Monty, whom Jean had told people had died in the war. Inspector Mulligan comes to the Powells' house to blackmail Elizabeth over her husband's actions in Cyprus nine years before.
Otto?
I've been such a silly muffin.
What I found myself involved in last
night was not only illegal...
That patient had made a mistake,
I can help.
The law...
Makes miserable lives and
miserable women.
Supposed to love your husband,
aren't you?
Richard.
ALL: To marriage!
My happiness has got absolutely
nothing to do with it.
Alright, we've got off on the wrong
foot.
You're the tops, Mrs Enderbury.
You on the panel?
Er, no. No.
Always jumping to conclusions.
Anyway what's so secret in that?
You do...love me?
Do you think Richard would go
through with this if he saw Dad for
half a second?
I knew there was something fishy
going on!
You won't be the first nurse to go
up the aisle expecting.
I hate that thing.
Best be prepared.
What's gonna happen when my father
finds out I've gone missing?
(GASPS)
I'll fetch Otto.
It's gone I'm afraid, Jean.
I'll never have a chance
like this again.
♪ It's a wonderful world
♪ I'm just walkin' on air
♪ Talk of heaven on earth...
Shut your eyes, Mrs Truscott.
♪ Haven't got a care
♪ Happy all day through...
Now keep them shut.
There's a good girl.
Ooh!
♪ Loving wonderful you
Your new home.
Well, you have to open them
if you want to see it, silly.
Oh, gosh, it is super.
Mm. Our own little love nest.
(COUGHING)
Mother wanted to uh...
show you the flat.
Nice honeymoon?
We want to hear everything.
Don't we, Arnold?
Well, not quite everything.
Like we agreed - think of Queen and
country.
I'd say it serves him right! You
know...
(LAUGHTER)
ALL: Morning, Mr Powell, sir.
Oh, bugger.
We meet again.
Good morning, Miss Roper.
(COUGHS)
Do you think Miss Roper might be
more comfortable
if she wasn't forced to inhale
your Half and Half?
It never crossed my mind, sir.
No. Quite.
OK, that's enough. All of you go.
Now!
And learn some manners
or go to veterinary college.
Now, would you mind awfully
if I see how we got on?
Good morning. Mrs Jenny Gilbert?
Yes. At the end, on the right.
Thank you.
Darling, what on earth are you doing
here?
Eric, dearest.
I came to see Jenny.
How are you, Jenny?
Oh, that's very sweet of you, Val.
Mrs Gilbert and I were just plotting
Fairways Ladies Day.
I can't escape your husband,
even in hospital, can I?
I mean as Club Secretary.
Well, I... I should probably...
No, Eric, I think not.
Well, you certainly don't look like
someone who's just had surgery.
Oh, didn't feel a thing.
Now right as rain.
Wonder of modern medicine.
Mm.
And Jean, dearest,
would you look at this little chap?
Well, he's certainly grown, hasn't
he?
Did you have to, Mother?
Your father gave the interior
designer carte blanche...
except...
Home.
Do you remember it, Richard?
We thought when a little one comes
along...
Mother...dearest...
That might be sooner rather than
later.
Well, you never know, do you?
Gosh. Well, that would be a lovely
surprise - and so quickly, Richard.
So...
The honeymoon?
Four glorious days.
Richard didn't want to be away from
his patients for too long.
Did you, darling?
I don't think we would, Mrs
Truscott, say no to a cup of tea.
OK.
Nurse?
Sir?
Mr Powell, please, we're jolly nearly
overrun on the ward.
Well, I'll tell them
it was a matter of life and death.
That would not be entirely true, now,
would it?
Everything uh...
Are you enjoying being in this
hospital?
Well...you do get a better class of
patient here in London.
Do you?
I was joking, Mr Powell.
How about lunch?
In broad daylight, with chaperones?
Wheeler's does a bloody good Dover
sole. What do you say?
I prefer haddock and chips.
Oh!
Here. Let me help you.
Oh.
Valerie?
What are you playing at?
We'd better get you home, dearest.
Otto. Did you...? The nurse.
The nurse?
Oh, yes! That nurse.
Yes, she wanted nothing to do with
money.
What do you mean?
She was there. She helped.
Just keep the money safe.
What is going on?
You have to take this seriously.
Do you hear me?
You are looking terrifyingly
studious.
I want to make a good impression.
For Mehta.
(BIRD CALLS)
(SINGS SOFTLY)
(DOG BARKS)
(CONTINUES SINGING)
There is no little one, is there?
I lost it.
We only hitched in record time
because you were pregnant.
When?
When did you lose it?
On the morning of the wedding.
Why didn't you tell me, Jean?
I'm sorry.
And Otto knew...
..when he walked you up the aisle?
Who the hell does he think he is?
Please, darling.
He did it for us. You wouldn't have
gone through with it.
Did you honestly believe
I'd cancel the whole shooting match.
Oh, Jeannie.
You're my wife now. Mrs Truscott.
We're meant for each other.
You do still love me, don't you,
Ricky?
Of course I do.
(BIRDSONG)
Nothing serious.
Though I think a day in bed
probably wouldn't do any harm.
Now, I will have words
if Mrs J has it the moment
my back is turned you're out
building a tree house.
Understood?
You are good with him.
I'm renowned for my bedside manner,
Mrs Powell.
Have a lovely day, one and all.
Now, Lily, I've got to impress Mehta
on his first day.
There.
That one. Yes?
Most distinguished, Dr Enderbury.
Really.
Regimental.
Says more.
Yes.
You do think things through in a
clever way.
It doesn't look like I'm boasting?
Maureen, are you up?
Maureen. Listen to me.
There was money here in this jar.
Sorry?
Did you use it yesterday?
What, no? Of course not!
Dad!
Dad, are you decent?
He hasn't gone walkabout again, has
he? He's not here.
Right.
I didn't take it.
I'd never take anything from you.
I know what you've done for me,
honestly. Nurse Wilson, I swear...
(WHISTLING)
Dad? Dad, are you in there?
(TRAIN CHUGGING)
Dad?
What?
What are you doing in there?
I'm waiting on the number 27
from Sidcup bypass!
What's it look like?
Look, I've got ten bob.
You can take it.
Well, get some bread from Thompson's
on the corner and some milk. I'll pay
you back.
And remember what we agreed, OK.
Don't let him out.
Like Colditz?
Like Colditz, precisely.
What about my father?
He'll be looking for me.
We'll cross that bridge when we get
to it.
Mrs Mulligan. I'm so sorry to have
kept you waiting.
That's quite all right.
Mr...
Chief Inspector.
So, Matron...
Good honeymoon, Richard?
Intercourse when you're married
is of an entirely different order.
Don't you agree?
I wish you wouldn't.
MCC necktie, Dr Enderbury?
You a cricketer?
Oh, this is Richard Truscott. Dr
Mehta.
How do you do?
Have you a considerable list this
morning?
Oh, full of women, I suspect.
We all have to be terribly serious,
working for the National Health.
It's in the contract.
Good to have you on board.
You know Dr Enderbury.
Yes, of course.
No hard feelings, I very much hope.
Good God, no. No. No.
Bowling the maiden over?
Are you a cricketing man?
However Dr Truscott may crack jokes,
we are a united front in this brave
new world.
Would you mind frightfully if I were
to observe you, Dr Enderbury, in
theatre?
You must understand,
we can't keep our patients under lock
and key,
and your daughter is a grown...
We lost our Stuart some years ago
and I am not certain I could lose
another child.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Might Maureen have gone to a friend?
She is due to be married.
Why would she just disappear?
Young women are prone to emotion.
We will find her.
Beattie.
We all greatly admire
Charlie, Dr Mehta.
"Calm under pressure"
could be his middle name.
Albeit not a particularly catchy
middle name.
There we are, Mrs Salmon.
All your gubbins out.
Right, stitching time.
All right?
There. You know, I think I might
knit our ravishing Nurse Low here a
sweater.
What do you say?
(SHE GIGGLES)
Was that hotel all it's cracked up
to be?
Don't take me for a fool, Otto.
Why didn't you tell me what you did
for Jean?
I'll show you one of these days.
Shall we get running and walking
in the right order first, old man?
There's some peer review commentary
in the Lancet this week.
Donaldson - may the great man
forgive me, please - is a dinosaur.
Just waiting to be wiped out
by a great big meteorite!
I mean it.
Richard...
..you simply don't know how lucky you
are.
♪ Bom bom bom bom
♪ If I had a needle and thread
♪ Tell you what I'd do
♪ If I had a needle and thread
♪ I'd sew myself to you
♪ That's what I'd do
♪ I'm telling you...
I stole it.
Well, Charlie does count every
penny,
but I found it looking lonely in his
trouser pocket.
Do you disapprove?
No. No, I don't think I do.
Well, this is on me, so you are
complicit.
That's terribly kind of you,
but there's no need.
Oh, there is. You and Mr Powell are
so generous.
Have you ever had a pizza before?
No, I don't think I have.
Well, you see, my friend...
..she wants a baby
more than anything in the world,
but...it's not, well...happening.
Can I ask you a question, dearest?
Can it be the man's fault?
There. I asked. I told her I would.
What do you mean?
He - the man...
..doesn't manage to...
..at all.
Isn't Jean quite lovely?
Yes.
Just so.
(LAWNMOWER WHIRS)
(COUGHING)
Mrs J?
Mrs J!
Now, Thomas, I told you to stay in
bed, or there will be words from
your mother.
Thomas?
(LAUGHTER)
Valerie!
The truth is you're finding life a
bit of a struggle.
Do you want to have a go, see if you
can get anything out of her?
Mrs Smallwood...
Valerie?
She hasn't uttered a word in here.
She was screaming like a banshee at
me half the night, head full of
nonsense.
What do you know about "the change",
Valerie?
Well, of course you know about that.
No-one wants to live alongside
someone whose hormones are turning
them into a monster,
do they, Valerie?
I don't think you quite
understand...
Right. Look, nowadays we have a
choice.
Well, for the bleeding,
a nice straightforward hysterectomy.
You'll be feeling a new woman in no
time.
Or, on the other hand...
Yeah, we could pop you on a really
modern course of hormone replacement,
a simple pill that in a couple of
months
will trick your body into believing
it belongs to a much younger woman.
The flushes, the sagging, the
sweating - everything gone.
And, hey presto, it's welcome to the
1960s.
The husbands, I'm told,
complain they can't keep up.
So, if you just pop your things off
over here...
I'm sorry, but my husband is having
an affair.
Why don't we listen to the doctor
and see what he suggests, dear?
What do you like to do with your
time, Valerie?
She's a devil with a nine iron.
Aren't you, old girl?
Well, there we go. We'll have you
beating the girls half your age in no
time.
Ha.
Are you married?
Just, sir.
Not cheap to run, are they?
Not sure I follow you.
Wives.
Look, isn't there something
you can give poor old Val, to help
her?
I mean, an op's one thing and
drugs...
We... She... She really needs
something today.
I'm not sure how much more of this I
can stand.
Mr Smallwood?
Oh, come on, man.
Drugs. You know the type of thing.
What, you mean a tranquilliser?
I think we'd better go and see the
top man.
I'm not someone who likes to waste
his time.
Erm...
I'm not a psychiatrist but er...
Librium or something?
Well, you're the bloody doctor.
Good work, old chap.
What's your poison?
Nothing special, but it gets me from
A to B.
Better... Best, actually.
Look... Listen.
Why don't I take you to the Black
Boy...?
Don't... But a jar to celebrate your
first day.
No, that is most kind of you,
Dr Enderbury, but I...
Little woman at home?
Have you lost something?
Nothing... Nothing serious.
Well, £5, actually.
We must find you your own
department. Hm?
You won't want me bossing you around
for long.
(CHATTER)
(ENGINE STARTS)
Ricky?
Ah, Jeannie...
What's in the box?
Champagne.
It's a present...from the husband of
a patient.
Ricky, whatever's the matter?
I'm a lucky man, aren't I?
Aren't I?
I'm thinking of changing the Morris
for a bicycle.
But, Charlie, you love that car!
Well... Don't be late.
Shoot!
This is extremely serious.
Master Powell has one of the worst
cases of Latin Declensionitus I have
ever seen.
But he's fit for school so long as
his legs don't actually fall off.
Good God, man, how can you laugh at a
time like this?
Don't be silly, Daddy.
What?
Say aah.
Aah.
What was that terrible noise, Mrs
J?
Mummy!
Now eat up, young man,
or you'll be late for school.
It's a glorious morning.
Cheerio, one and all.
Isn't Daddy happy today, Mummy!
Yes. He is.
(ENGINE PURRS)
(BUZZING)
(BUZZING)
Lily. What are you doing here?
I promised to uh...
Oh, I'm sorry. My head is...
Your feet probably haven't touched
the ground!
I promised I'd show you
how to throw together a souffle.
Though I'm sure if you'd rather...
Dr Truscott was er...celebrating.
Oh.
Well, I brought some eggs.
Is that a Kenwood?
Oh. Well, you're hardly going to
run out of champers, are you?
Do you want some?
I'm fine.
Play your cards right, patients - or
their betters - will give you just
about anything.
Charlie most definitely wouldn't
approve.
Well, why don't you get dressed
and I'll get going.
Where's the dish?
Dish?
Sorry, my head is...
That will be the...you-know-what.
I mean the souffle dish.
Our wedding present.
Oh, I'm sure I can find it.
Here. Listen to this.
(POP MUSIC)
Well, that's quite the best
radiogram I've ever heard!
Otto and Elizabeth gave it to us,
for the wedding - incredibly
generous.
Make yourself at home.
I'll just go and throw something on.
Dr Enderbury,
I would like to let our lovely
visitors in.
Just getting a drip up here, Sister,
so Miss Tilling can feel more like
herself.
Could you lend me a nurse?
Mm-hm.
Nurse.
Remember, ladies, our families like
to see a happy face!
Ah, Nurse Wilson.
Mr Powell and I run a very tight
ship.
If what happened isn't for you,
forget all about it. Understand?
Could you fetch the dressing trolley,
please?
Val. I didn't expect to see you
today.
(SCREAMS)
Where better to start
than in the kitchen with a cheese
souffle?
Charlie says there's nothing like it
in the entire known universe.
So, eggs.
How did you meet Charlie?
I was a junior nurse in Paediatrics.
One day, a Dr Enderbury came
to check up on a lovely little
fellow who'd had his appendix out.
The moment I saw him, I knew.
That's lovely.
He's seen action. Field medic in
Italy.
Stayed in and got posted on to
Cyprus.
This is also the basis of meringue
and custard.
You'll be wanting custard
when the little one is teething.
I suspect he and Mr Powell
lived out eight of their nine lives
in Cyprus.
Of that I'm certain.
What about you? A little one?
Oh, gosh, no. Not yet.
There's money to think about.
Charlie wants to get
further up the slippery pole
before I start moaning at him
and being sick everywhere.
And besides,
you've got to show me the ropes.
You'll soon know all about having a
baby!
What happened on the ward
was extremely serious, Mrs Smallwood.
When I came here this morning,
I just wanted her to tell me the
truth.
But when I saw her,
every fibre in me knew.
I'm still not entirely sure
I'm pleased that doctor stopped me.
Can't see the children
coming to see Mummy in Holloway.
My life is over.
Mrs Gilbert isn't pressing charges.
Well, she hardly wants all Kingston
to know.
And I haven't telephoned the police.
Not yet, Mrs Smallwood.
Oh?
This is a National Health Service.
And health isn't solely concerned
with the body.
But there's nothing wrong with my
mind.
I understand that Dr Truscott
prescribed Provarian and Librium for
you yesterday?
But I'm not ill.
You're not in control of your
emotions, Mrs Smallwood.
Have you started taking the
medication?
You'll feel entirely different.
The Provarian will stop the flushes
and the bleeding.
You'll be able to sleep.
And the Librium will change
everything.
It'll relax you.
I don't want to relax!
I discovered
that my husband of 31 years
has been fucking the secretary of
the golf club and
I want to kill her.
I'm sorry. That was not appropriate
language.
I know women.
I work with them and I know
that sometimes we need to be tamed.
Who... Who is it? Um...
Um... Um...
What's your name? Uh...
Monty. No, no. Come on.
Look, it... It'll be my father.
Oh.
Monty!
Oh, I've come, sir, to see Nurse
Wilson?
Get away from the window!
Sir, please.
I can't be late for the train!
Miss Mulligan?
I was so happy for you.
I'm sorry. And it's terrible to lose
it.
(BUZZING)
Oh, you'd better get that.
Besides, I've got to go.
Is that the time?
What are you doing here?
Jeannie, I need you.
And when the timer goes Jean,
take the souffle out.
What was that?
Wrong floor, can you believe.
Next week, why don't I show you my
prawn cocktail?
Invaluable when you're entertaining,
as I'm sure you will do.
(GIGGLES)
Sorry.
Well, I'd better run along, then.
God, I feel a cow.
You are a cow!
You've come bursting in here like a
lunatic.
And you shoved me in a blooming
cupboard.
God, I miss you.
I miss you too.
I'm on lunch. I've got under five
seconds but I'm desperate.
They will dismiss you if you're
late.
Dad took the money from the pot.
I don't know what he's done with it
but I need bread and bacon and milk.
Ange, we agreed.
I'll give you what I can.
(COINS RATTLING)
Poor Dad.
Thank you.
Looks like you landed on your feet
here, Jeannie.
I lost the baby.
It went.
Oh, Jeannie.
Jeannie, I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to do.
Oh, love.
I'm not sure I can do this.
Oh, love.
What the hell are you doing here, Mr
Powell?
If you've got bodies
buried under the floorboards,
I wouldn't think any the worse of
you.
It's not that.
No, I know.
Some things are best kept...
Quite so.
How did you find where I live?
I followed you home.
Last night.
I couldn't help myself.
Mr Powell, I...
I don't know about you,
but I for one am absolutely
starving, so...
I'm going to go to the cafe around
the corner.
Thank you for bringing my lunch in.
I honestly think I'd forget my own
head if it wasn't for you, Lily.
I'm sure you'd find it again.
Two teas, please.
To be honest, I wasn't sure walking
away like that would have the
desired effect.
I can't stay.
I'm already incredibly late.
Mr Powell?
Pulse sluggish: undernourished.
There's no way you'd be safe with my
patients.
Let go of my hand, please.
I'm sorry.
But you should eat.
Mr Powell...we're both married.
The last I heard from Joe
was a postcard from Oman.
He's coming home.
You must understand.
I cannot.
Besides, I don't want or need or
require any more trouble in my life,
so can we just...
I do understand.
I have never felt like this.
Sorry.
Taxi!
(MEN LAUGHING)
Ah, Doctor...
Caramba.
Uh...
I can't... I don't feel anything,
Doctor.
Is that correct?
I've been taking the pills you gave
me and I...I don't feel anything at
all...
Nothing.
Mrs Smallwood?
All right.
Oh, dear.
Mrs Smallwood.
Sister.
Come on. Patients to see.
All right.
Here we go.
Let's get you somewhere more
comfortable.
Catherine of Aragon, divorced...
Anne Boleyn...
..chopped her head off?
Yes.
Divorced, beheaded, died...
divorced, beheaded, survived!
Yes?
Jane Seymour died.
I'd like a word with Mrs Powell.
Can I ask what it's regarding?
Suffice to say I'm a Police
Inspector.
Can I help, Mrs J?
Mrs Powell.
He says he's a...
Yes. I heard. You are?
Chief Inspector Mulligan.
There go my manners.
You probably want Mr Powell, my
husband.
He's not here, unfortunately.
No, I'd like a word with you, if I
may.
Me? Well, then, I suppose
you'd better come in.
Shall I telephone Mr Powell?
No.
That will not be necessary.
Sausage and mash for Thomas's tea, I
think.
And some of those lovely tomatoes
from the greenhouse.
But I hate tomatoes.
Dislike, young man, not hate.
It's quite a residence, this.
Nice lawns.
You've done very well for
yourselves.
Very well indeed.
What's this about, Chief Inspector?
And a son!
Handsome lad. Bright?
I don't understand...
Ronald.
Ronald, please.
I only have a girl, now.
Maureen is her mother's daughter.
I longed for another son but...
Life changes.
And from that moment,
nothing is ever the same again.
Powell cut me dead at the hospital.
Cyprus. 1953.
I want you to go.
Oh, Powell was so desperate then.
The terror of what happened.
The mistakes and the lies.
But you know that, don't you?
But he's... He's done very well, I
can say.
He's worked for it all.
He's a lucky man.
Can you imagine how it feels to be
me,
standing here knowing that I gave
him - you - all this?
Look at me.
He gave you money, he paid you.
In your bedroom, Mrs Powell, is a
photograph. An American airman.
I have not forgotten what Powell
did, or Dr Enderbury.
Not in nine years.
Like I say, life changes.
Do you want more money, Chief
Inspector?
I can give you money.
How could a man
not want to share a bed with you?
He works very hard...
So you keep saying.
I want you to go...
..to leave me alone or I will use
this.
Think.
My colleagues at Scotland Yard
will not rest until you are on the
gallows.
Young Thomas's life will be
destroyed, the shame alone.
One word to Mr Powell
and the effect will be the same.
I will expose what him and Enderbury
did in Cyprus and this all comes to
an end.
What do you want?
I've never seen anything like you,
Elizabeth.
What happens is up to you.
(THUNDER)
You have a fine gynaecologist, Mrs
Truscott.
You should have no trouble conceiving
after that miscarriage.
How are things?
How much do I owe you?
Jean, please.
Thank you.
I um...
I don't want to get up the duff for
a little while.
After it went, I...
Well, I decided.
Not for a year or two at least.
Just until Richard and I settle.
And I was wondering about this new
pill.
I'm married now.
Of course.
I think you'd be very suitable.
It works?
Mm-hm.
All the trials have been effective.
It'd be such a relief, you know.
To be like a bloke, I suppose.
(THUNDER)
Does Richard know?
You should use normal precautions for
a month.
Jean?
The new girl... Is she up to it?
You know what I mean?
Well, I don't know. Yes, probably.
But she's not keen on the specials.
I'm sure we can find another nurse.
No need to worry on my and Charlie's
account.
Good.
That's good news.
Well, if you ever need me for a
special, you know, or something...
..I'm sure I can slip away.
I miss you.
And Dr Enderbury.
We were quite a team, weren't we?
We were, Jean. We were.
Richie.
Been a long time.
You're looking well. Qualified, I
imagine.
Margaret, you...
Why don't you stop by for a devilish
little martini sometime?
You know how I make them.
I need to get our young friend to a
hospital.
Hospital? We might as well advertise
why we're here!
But I need your name, sir.
You are aware of Sections 58 and 59
of the Offences Against The Persons
Act?
It's over for him. And you. Over.
You and Jean...know each other?
Richie Truscott. I'm old enough to
be your mother...
Tommy, darling! Tommy!
Cardiac arrest.
I've been such a silly muffin.
What I found myself involved in last
night was not only illegal...
That patient had made a mistake,
I can help.
The law...
Makes miserable lives and
miserable women.
Supposed to love your husband,
aren't you?
Richard.
ALL: To marriage!
My happiness has got absolutely
nothing to do with it.
Alright, we've got off on the wrong
foot.
You're the tops, Mrs Enderbury.
You on the panel?
Er, no. No.
Always jumping to conclusions.
Anyway what's so secret in that?
You do...love me?
Do you think Richard would go
through with this if he saw Dad for
half a second?
I knew there was something fishy
going on!
You won't be the first nurse to go
up the aisle expecting.
I hate that thing.
Best be prepared.
What's gonna happen when my father
finds out I've gone missing?
(GASPS)
I'll fetch Otto.
It's gone I'm afraid, Jean.
I'll never have a chance
like this again.
♪ It's a wonderful world
♪ I'm just walkin' on air
♪ Talk of heaven on earth...
Shut your eyes, Mrs Truscott.
♪ Haven't got a care
♪ Happy all day through...
Now keep them shut.
There's a good girl.
Ooh!
♪ Loving wonderful you
Your new home.
Well, you have to open them
if you want to see it, silly.
Oh, gosh, it is super.
Mm. Our own little love nest.
(COUGHING)
Mother wanted to uh...
show you the flat.
Nice honeymoon?
We want to hear everything.
Don't we, Arnold?
Well, not quite everything.
Like we agreed - think of Queen and
country.
I'd say it serves him right! You
know...
(LAUGHTER)
ALL: Morning, Mr Powell, sir.
Oh, bugger.
We meet again.
Good morning, Miss Roper.
(COUGHS)
Do you think Miss Roper might be
more comfortable
if she wasn't forced to inhale
your Half and Half?
It never crossed my mind, sir.
No. Quite.
OK, that's enough. All of you go.
Now!
And learn some manners
or go to veterinary college.
Now, would you mind awfully
if I see how we got on?
Good morning. Mrs Jenny Gilbert?
Yes. At the end, on the right.
Thank you.
Darling, what on earth are you doing
here?
Eric, dearest.
I came to see Jenny.
How are you, Jenny?
Oh, that's very sweet of you, Val.
Mrs Gilbert and I were just plotting
Fairways Ladies Day.
I can't escape your husband,
even in hospital, can I?
I mean as Club Secretary.
Well, I... I should probably...
No, Eric, I think not.
Well, you certainly don't look like
someone who's just had surgery.
Oh, didn't feel a thing.
Now right as rain.
Wonder of modern medicine.
Mm.
And Jean, dearest,
would you look at this little chap?
Well, he's certainly grown, hasn't
he?
Did you have to, Mother?
Your father gave the interior
designer carte blanche...
except...
Home.
Do you remember it, Richard?
We thought when a little one comes
along...
Mother...dearest...
That might be sooner rather than
later.
Well, you never know, do you?
Gosh. Well, that would be a lovely
surprise - and so quickly, Richard.
So...
The honeymoon?
Four glorious days.
Richard didn't want to be away from
his patients for too long.
Did you, darling?
I don't think we would, Mrs
Truscott, say no to a cup of tea.
OK.
Nurse?
Sir?
Mr Powell, please, we're jolly nearly
overrun on the ward.
Well, I'll tell them
it was a matter of life and death.
That would not be entirely true, now,
would it?
Everything uh...
Are you enjoying being in this
hospital?
Well...you do get a better class of
patient here in London.
Do you?
I was joking, Mr Powell.
How about lunch?
In broad daylight, with chaperones?
Wheeler's does a bloody good Dover
sole. What do you say?
I prefer haddock and chips.
Oh!
Here. Let me help you.
Oh.
Valerie?
What are you playing at?
We'd better get you home, dearest.
Otto. Did you...? The nurse.
The nurse?
Oh, yes! That nurse.
Yes, she wanted nothing to do with
money.
What do you mean?
She was there. She helped.
Just keep the money safe.
What is going on?
You have to take this seriously.
Do you hear me?
You are looking terrifyingly
studious.
I want to make a good impression.
For Mehta.
(BIRD CALLS)
(SINGS SOFTLY)
(DOG BARKS)
(CONTINUES SINGING)
There is no little one, is there?
I lost it.
We only hitched in record time
because you were pregnant.
When?
When did you lose it?
On the morning of the wedding.
Why didn't you tell me, Jean?
I'm sorry.
And Otto knew...
..when he walked you up the aisle?
Who the hell does he think he is?
Please, darling.
He did it for us. You wouldn't have
gone through with it.
Did you honestly believe
I'd cancel the whole shooting match.
Oh, Jeannie.
You're my wife now. Mrs Truscott.
We're meant for each other.
You do still love me, don't you,
Ricky?
Of course I do.
(BIRDSONG)
Nothing serious.
Though I think a day in bed
probably wouldn't do any harm.
Now, I will have words
if Mrs J has it the moment
my back is turned you're out
building a tree house.
Understood?
You are good with him.
I'm renowned for my bedside manner,
Mrs Powell.
Have a lovely day, one and all.
Now, Lily, I've got to impress Mehta
on his first day.
There.
That one. Yes?
Most distinguished, Dr Enderbury.
Really.
Regimental.
Says more.
Yes.
You do think things through in a
clever way.
It doesn't look like I'm boasting?
Maureen, are you up?
Maureen. Listen to me.
There was money here in this jar.
Sorry?
Did you use it yesterday?
What, no? Of course not!
Dad!
Dad, are you decent?
He hasn't gone walkabout again, has
he? He's not here.
Right.
I didn't take it.
I'd never take anything from you.
I know what you've done for me,
honestly. Nurse Wilson, I swear...
(WHISTLING)
Dad? Dad, are you in there?
(TRAIN CHUGGING)
Dad?
What?
What are you doing in there?
I'm waiting on the number 27
from Sidcup bypass!
What's it look like?
Look, I've got ten bob.
You can take it.
Well, get some bread from Thompson's
on the corner and some milk. I'll pay
you back.
And remember what we agreed, OK.
Don't let him out.
Like Colditz?
Like Colditz, precisely.
What about my father?
He'll be looking for me.
We'll cross that bridge when we get
to it.
Mrs Mulligan. I'm so sorry to have
kept you waiting.
That's quite all right.
Mr...
Chief Inspector.
So, Matron...
Good honeymoon, Richard?
Intercourse when you're married
is of an entirely different order.
Don't you agree?
I wish you wouldn't.
MCC necktie, Dr Enderbury?
You a cricketer?
Oh, this is Richard Truscott. Dr
Mehta.
How do you do?
Have you a considerable list this
morning?
Oh, full of women, I suspect.
We all have to be terribly serious,
working for the National Health.
It's in the contract.
Good to have you on board.
You know Dr Enderbury.
Yes, of course.
No hard feelings, I very much hope.
Good God, no. No. No.
Bowling the maiden over?
Are you a cricketing man?
However Dr Truscott may crack jokes,
we are a united front in this brave
new world.
Would you mind frightfully if I were
to observe you, Dr Enderbury, in
theatre?
You must understand,
we can't keep our patients under lock
and key,
and your daughter is a grown...
We lost our Stuart some years ago
and I am not certain I could lose
another child.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Might Maureen have gone to a friend?
She is due to be married.
Why would she just disappear?
Young women are prone to emotion.
We will find her.
Beattie.
We all greatly admire
Charlie, Dr Mehta.
"Calm under pressure"
could be his middle name.
Albeit not a particularly catchy
middle name.
There we are, Mrs Salmon.
All your gubbins out.
Right, stitching time.
All right?
There. You know, I think I might
knit our ravishing Nurse Low here a
sweater.
What do you say?
(SHE GIGGLES)
Was that hotel all it's cracked up
to be?
Don't take me for a fool, Otto.
Why didn't you tell me what you did
for Jean?
I'll show you one of these days.
Shall we get running and walking
in the right order first, old man?
There's some peer review commentary
in the Lancet this week.
Donaldson - may the great man
forgive me, please - is a dinosaur.
Just waiting to be wiped out
by a great big meteorite!
I mean it.
Richard...
..you simply don't know how lucky you
are.
♪ Bom bom bom bom
♪ If I had a needle and thread
♪ Tell you what I'd do
♪ If I had a needle and thread
♪ I'd sew myself to you
♪ That's what I'd do
♪ I'm telling you...
I stole it.
Well, Charlie does count every
penny,
but I found it looking lonely in his
trouser pocket.
Do you disapprove?
No. No, I don't think I do.
Well, this is on me, so you are
complicit.
That's terribly kind of you,
but there's no need.
Oh, there is. You and Mr Powell are
so generous.
Have you ever had a pizza before?
No, I don't think I have.
Well, you see, my friend...
..she wants a baby
more than anything in the world,
but...it's not, well...happening.
Can I ask you a question, dearest?
Can it be the man's fault?
There. I asked. I told her I would.
What do you mean?
He - the man...
..doesn't manage to...
..at all.
Isn't Jean quite lovely?
Yes.
Just so.
(LAWNMOWER WHIRS)
(COUGHING)
Mrs J?
Mrs J!
Now, Thomas, I told you to stay in
bed, or there will be words from
your mother.
Thomas?
(LAUGHTER)
Valerie!
The truth is you're finding life a
bit of a struggle.
Do you want to have a go, see if you
can get anything out of her?
Mrs Smallwood...
Valerie?
She hasn't uttered a word in here.
She was screaming like a banshee at
me half the night, head full of
nonsense.
What do you know about "the change",
Valerie?
Well, of course you know about that.
No-one wants to live alongside
someone whose hormones are turning
them into a monster,
do they, Valerie?
I don't think you quite
understand...
Right. Look, nowadays we have a
choice.
Well, for the bleeding,
a nice straightforward hysterectomy.
You'll be feeling a new woman in no
time.
Or, on the other hand...
Yeah, we could pop you on a really
modern course of hormone replacement,
a simple pill that in a couple of
months
will trick your body into believing
it belongs to a much younger woman.
The flushes, the sagging, the
sweating - everything gone.
And, hey presto, it's welcome to the
1960s.
The husbands, I'm told,
complain they can't keep up.
So, if you just pop your things off
over here...
I'm sorry, but my husband is having
an affair.
Why don't we listen to the doctor
and see what he suggests, dear?
What do you like to do with your
time, Valerie?
She's a devil with a nine iron.
Aren't you, old girl?
Well, there we go. We'll have you
beating the girls half your age in no
time.
Ha.
Are you married?
Just, sir.
Not cheap to run, are they?
Not sure I follow you.
Wives.
Look, isn't there something
you can give poor old Val, to help
her?
I mean, an op's one thing and
drugs...
We... She... She really needs
something today.
I'm not sure how much more of this I
can stand.
Mr Smallwood?
Oh, come on, man.
Drugs. You know the type of thing.
What, you mean a tranquilliser?
I think we'd better go and see the
top man.
I'm not someone who likes to waste
his time.
Erm...
I'm not a psychiatrist but er...
Librium or something?
Well, you're the bloody doctor.
Good work, old chap.
What's your poison?
Nothing special, but it gets me from
A to B.
Better... Best, actually.
Look... Listen.
Why don't I take you to the Black
Boy...?
Don't... But a jar to celebrate your
first day.
No, that is most kind of you,
Dr Enderbury, but I...
Little woman at home?
Have you lost something?
Nothing... Nothing serious.
Well, £5, actually.
We must find you your own
department. Hm?
You won't want me bossing you around
for long.
(CHATTER)
(ENGINE STARTS)
Ricky?
Ah, Jeannie...
What's in the box?
Champagne.
It's a present...from the husband of
a patient.
Ricky, whatever's the matter?
I'm a lucky man, aren't I?
Aren't I?
I'm thinking of changing the Morris
for a bicycle.
But, Charlie, you love that car!
Well... Don't be late.
Shoot!
This is extremely serious.
Master Powell has one of the worst
cases of Latin Declensionitus I have
ever seen.
But he's fit for school so long as
his legs don't actually fall off.
Good God, man, how can you laugh at a
time like this?
Don't be silly, Daddy.
What?
Say aah.
Aah.
What was that terrible noise, Mrs
J?
Mummy!
Now eat up, young man,
or you'll be late for school.
It's a glorious morning.
Cheerio, one and all.
Isn't Daddy happy today, Mummy!
Yes. He is.
(ENGINE PURRS)
(BUZZING)
(BUZZING)
Lily. What are you doing here?
I promised to uh...
Oh, I'm sorry. My head is...
Your feet probably haven't touched
the ground!
I promised I'd show you
how to throw together a souffle.
Though I'm sure if you'd rather...
Dr Truscott was er...celebrating.
Oh.
Well, I brought some eggs.
Is that a Kenwood?
Oh. Well, you're hardly going to
run out of champers, are you?
Do you want some?
I'm fine.
Play your cards right, patients - or
their betters - will give you just
about anything.
Charlie most definitely wouldn't
approve.
Well, why don't you get dressed
and I'll get going.
Where's the dish?
Dish?
Sorry, my head is...
That will be the...you-know-what.
I mean the souffle dish.
Our wedding present.
Oh, I'm sure I can find it.
Here. Listen to this.
(POP MUSIC)
Well, that's quite the best
radiogram I've ever heard!
Otto and Elizabeth gave it to us,
for the wedding - incredibly
generous.
Make yourself at home.
I'll just go and throw something on.
Dr Enderbury,
I would like to let our lovely
visitors in.
Just getting a drip up here, Sister,
so Miss Tilling can feel more like
herself.
Could you lend me a nurse?
Mm-hm.
Nurse.
Remember, ladies, our families like
to see a happy face!
Ah, Nurse Wilson.
Mr Powell and I run a very tight
ship.
If what happened isn't for you,
forget all about it. Understand?
Could you fetch the dressing trolley,
please?
Val. I didn't expect to see you
today.
(SCREAMS)
Where better to start
than in the kitchen with a cheese
souffle?
Charlie says there's nothing like it
in the entire known universe.
So, eggs.
How did you meet Charlie?
I was a junior nurse in Paediatrics.
One day, a Dr Enderbury came
to check up on a lovely little
fellow who'd had his appendix out.
The moment I saw him, I knew.
That's lovely.
He's seen action. Field medic in
Italy.
Stayed in and got posted on to
Cyprus.
This is also the basis of meringue
and custard.
You'll be wanting custard
when the little one is teething.
I suspect he and Mr Powell
lived out eight of their nine lives
in Cyprus.
Of that I'm certain.
What about you? A little one?
Oh, gosh, no. Not yet.
There's money to think about.
Charlie wants to get
further up the slippery pole
before I start moaning at him
and being sick everywhere.
And besides,
you've got to show me the ropes.
You'll soon know all about having a
baby!
What happened on the ward
was extremely serious, Mrs Smallwood.
When I came here this morning,
I just wanted her to tell me the
truth.
But when I saw her,
every fibre in me knew.
I'm still not entirely sure
I'm pleased that doctor stopped me.
Can't see the children
coming to see Mummy in Holloway.
My life is over.
Mrs Gilbert isn't pressing charges.
Well, she hardly wants all Kingston
to know.
And I haven't telephoned the police.
Not yet, Mrs Smallwood.
Oh?
This is a National Health Service.
And health isn't solely concerned
with the body.
But there's nothing wrong with my
mind.
I understand that Dr Truscott
prescribed Provarian and Librium for
you yesterday?
But I'm not ill.
You're not in control of your
emotions, Mrs Smallwood.
Have you started taking the
medication?
You'll feel entirely different.
The Provarian will stop the flushes
and the bleeding.
You'll be able to sleep.
And the Librium will change
everything.
It'll relax you.
I don't want to relax!
I discovered
that my husband of 31 years
has been fucking the secretary of
the golf club and
I want to kill her.
I'm sorry. That was not appropriate
language.
I know women.
I work with them and I know
that sometimes we need to be tamed.
Who... Who is it? Um...
Um... Um...
What's your name? Uh...
Monty. No, no. Come on.
Look, it... It'll be my father.
Oh.
Monty!
Oh, I've come, sir, to see Nurse
Wilson?
Get away from the window!
Sir, please.
I can't be late for the train!
Miss Mulligan?
I was so happy for you.
I'm sorry. And it's terrible to lose
it.
(BUZZING)
Oh, you'd better get that.
Besides, I've got to go.
Is that the time?
What are you doing here?
Jeannie, I need you.
And when the timer goes Jean,
take the souffle out.
What was that?
Wrong floor, can you believe.
Next week, why don't I show you my
prawn cocktail?
Invaluable when you're entertaining,
as I'm sure you will do.
(GIGGLES)
Sorry.
Well, I'd better run along, then.
God, I feel a cow.
You are a cow!
You've come bursting in here like a
lunatic.
And you shoved me in a blooming
cupboard.
God, I miss you.
I miss you too.
I'm on lunch. I've got under five
seconds but I'm desperate.
They will dismiss you if you're
late.
Dad took the money from the pot.
I don't know what he's done with it
but I need bread and bacon and milk.
Ange, we agreed.
I'll give you what I can.
(COINS RATTLING)
Poor Dad.
Thank you.
Looks like you landed on your feet
here, Jeannie.
I lost the baby.
It went.
Oh, Jeannie.
Jeannie, I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to do.
Oh, love.
I'm not sure I can do this.
Oh, love.
What the hell are you doing here, Mr
Powell?
If you've got bodies
buried under the floorboards,
I wouldn't think any the worse of
you.
It's not that.
No, I know.
Some things are best kept...
Quite so.
How did you find where I live?
I followed you home.
Last night.
I couldn't help myself.
Mr Powell, I...
I don't know about you,
but I for one am absolutely
starving, so...
I'm going to go to the cafe around
the corner.
Thank you for bringing my lunch in.
I honestly think I'd forget my own
head if it wasn't for you, Lily.
I'm sure you'd find it again.
Two teas, please.
To be honest, I wasn't sure walking
away like that would have the
desired effect.
I can't stay.
I'm already incredibly late.
Mr Powell?
Pulse sluggish: undernourished.
There's no way you'd be safe with my
patients.
Let go of my hand, please.
I'm sorry.
But you should eat.
Mr Powell...we're both married.
The last I heard from Joe
was a postcard from Oman.
He's coming home.
You must understand.
I cannot.
Besides, I don't want or need or
require any more trouble in my life,
so can we just...
I do understand.
I have never felt like this.
Sorry.
Taxi!
(MEN LAUGHING)
Ah, Doctor...
Caramba.
Uh...
I can't... I don't feel anything,
Doctor.
Is that correct?
I've been taking the pills you gave
me and I...I don't feel anything at
all...
Nothing.
Mrs Smallwood?
All right.
Oh, dear.
Mrs Smallwood.
Sister.
Come on. Patients to see.
All right.
Here we go.
Let's get you somewhere more
comfortable.
Catherine of Aragon, divorced...
Anne Boleyn...
..chopped her head off?
Yes.
Divorced, beheaded, died...
divorced, beheaded, survived!
Yes?
Jane Seymour died.
I'd like a word with Mrs Powell.
Can I ask what it's regarding?
Suffice to say I'm a Police
Inspector.
Can I help, Mrs J?
Mrs Powell.
He says he's a...
Yes. I heard. You are?
Chief Inspector Mulligan.
There go my manners.
You probably want Mr Powell, my
husband.
He's not here, unfortunately.
No, I'd like a word with you, if I
may.
Me? Well, then, I suppose
you'd better come in.
Shall I telephone Mr Powell?
No.
That will not be necessary.
Sausage and mash for Thomas's tea, I
think.
And some of those lovely tomatoes
from the greenhouse.
But I hate tomatoes.
Dislike, young man, not hate.
It's quite a residence, this.
Nice lawns.
You've done very well for
yourselves.
Very well indeed.
What's this about, Chief Inspector?
And a son!
Handsome lad. Bright?
I don't understand...
Ronald.
Ronald, please.
I only have a girl, now.
Maureen is her mother's daughter.
I longed for another son but...
Life changes.
And from that moment,
nothing is ever the same again.
Powell cut me dead at the hospital.
Cyprus. 1953.
I want you to go.
Oh, Powell was so desperate then.
The terror of what happened.
The mistakes and the lies.
But you know that, don't you?
But he's... He's done very well, I
can say.
He's worked for it all.
He's a lucky man.
Can you imagine how it feels to be
me,
standing here knowing that I gave
him - you - all this?
Look at me.
He gave you money, he paid you.
In your bedroom, Mrs Powell, is a
photograph. An American airman.
I have not forgotten what Powell
did, or Dr Enderbury.
Not in nine years.
Like I say, life changes.
Do you want more money, Chief
Inspector?
I can give you money.
How could a man
not want to share a bed with you?
He works very hard...
So you keep saying.
I want you to go...
..to leave me alone or I will use
this.
Think.
My colleagues at Scotland Yard
will not rest until you are on the
gallows.
Young Thomas's life will be
destroyed, the shame alone.
One word to Mr Powell
and the effect will be the same.
I will expose what him and Enderbury
did in Cyprus and this all comes to
an end.
What do you want?
I've never seen anything like you,
Elizabeth.
What happens is up to you.
(THUNDER)
You have a fine gynaecologist, Mrs
Truscott.
You should have no trouble conceiving
after that miscarriage.
How are things?
How much do I owe you?
Jean, please.
Thank you.
I um...
I don't want to get up the duff for
a little while.
After it went, I...
Well, I decided.
Not for a year or two at least.
Just until Richard and I settle.
And I was wondering about this new
pill.
I'm married now.
Of course.
I think you'd be very suitable.
It works?
Mm-hm.
All the trials have been effective.
It'd be such a relief, you know.
To be like a bloke, I suppose.
(THUNDER)
Does Richard know?
You should use normal precautions for
a month.
Jean?
The new girl... Is she up to it?
You know what I mean?
Well, I don't know. Yes, probably.
But she's not keen on the specials.
I'm sure we can find another nurse.
No need to worry on my and Charlie's
account.
Good.
That's good news.
Well, if you ever need me for a
special, you know, or something...
..I'm sure I can slip away.
I miss you.
And Dr Enderbury.
We were quite a team, weren't we?
We were, Jean. We were.
Richie.
Been a long time.
You're looking well. Qualified, I
imagine.
Margaret, you...
Why don't you stop by for a devilish
little martini sometime?
You know how I make them.
I need to get our young friend to a
hospital.
Hospital? We might as well advertise
why we're here!
But I need your name, sir.
You are aware of Sections 58 and 59
of the Offences Against The Persons
Act?
It's over for him. And you. Over.
You and Jean...know each other?
Richie Truscott. I'm old enough to
be your mother...
Tommy, darling! Tommy!
Cardiac arrest.