Reckless (1997–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Owen's obsession with Anna begins to dominate his life, even when she says she is not interested, and he is eventually driven to devious means to try to get her for himself.
I know!
I know that I know.
Jack and Emma...?
No, no...
No.
Colin and Liz, is it?
No. No, no, no.
I do. I do, I do know.
I should know.
I haven't a bloody clue, actually.
Phyllis.
Ah. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Okay.
He looks helpful.
That's it? You just go and shower?
Sorry.
There you go. 100% home-made.
Just not my home.
Do you mind if we lose
some of the garnish?
It looks a bit professional.
It is professional.
Gillies and Fiona?
I know!
They're Scots. It's business.
So we won't talk about the weather.
Yes, yes.
They do Plastics Injection Moulding.
They'll employ 200 managers.
Whom I may be asked to assess.
So we won't talk about you much.
I know. I know.
Okay?
Surgery! Fascinating.
To look at someone, knowing more
about their insides than they do.
It's as far down the line as you get.
It is.
Life or death...
..within these hands of mine.
What a skill!
You won't use the cliche
'cutting edge', but is that it?
Absolutely.
It's that joke about
where would the philosopher be...
..with no targets to make his theory
Quite.
We all help each other.
You're ignoring the huge part played
by Plastics Injection Moulding.
Your output could be vital to a surgeon.
Most patients
need more plastic than, um...
Pamela Anderson?
Um-hmm.
You're only as good
as the structure of any system.
That's why Plastics Injection
Moulding needs my brilliant wife...
..as much as I need
Plastics Injection Moulding.
Right. Absolutely.
Which is why we're here.
And why you should start talking.
And tell me to shut up and listen.
TV: "Oh, darling,
where have you been?"
"Oh, Geoffrey."
"What?"
"I'll rain burning kisses
on your ruby lips."
Oh, shot. Yes.
TV FOOTBALL COMMENTARY
Dad, can I borrow the car?
The nearside tyre needs air.
And if the oil light flickers,
stick a bit of multigrade in.
And the tank's nearly empty.
Socrates to plastics
in 50 words or under.
That's why you married me.
20 words or under would be clever.
They're boring as shit.
You'd better get this contract.
I hoped for an answer tonight.
Well...
..you can have one from me.
Been anywhere?
Done anything?
Seen anybody?
Good mood, sir.
Good reason, Glassman. Sir?
I see the spirit of youth.
It makes me smile.
You like the buzz, sir?
From you lot?
You make passing 40 look essential.
I'd put a month's salary on me
getting better sex than any of you.
That's why I'm smiling. Look at him.
Your show, is it?
Yes, sir.
Know what you're doing?
Good.
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Anna? It's me.
Who's me?
"How many me's do you know?"
"It's Owen!"
Ah... I don't like calls at work.
Give me your mobile.
I'll call you later.
Please don't. There's no point.
I just want to talk to you.
I have to go.
"Anna Fairley Organisation,
Michelle here. How can I help?"
Hello. Anna Fairley, please.
"I'll see if she's in.
Who's calling, please?"
It's her husband.
"Oh, hello. Just a sec."
"Hi. Where are you?"
Can't stop thinking about you.
What's wrong with talking to me?
LINE GOES DEAD
Satisfied?
PHONE RINGS
Yes?
"It's your husband again."
Just tell him to vanish.
And tell him this is not very adult,
is it?
She says to vanish.
And this is not very adult, is it?
Excuse me.
What have I done?
Owen, you seem like a guy
who can take it on the chin.
She doesn't want you.
I'd worry about her blowing the whistle.
If Crane finds out, you won't see
another hospital standing up.
BLEEPER GOES OFF
There's a party tonight.
You should go.
Look! I don't fancy a party.
You've been here a week.
Nobody knows you.
Ever been to the staff club?
Since Equal Opportunities
leaned on the board...
..there's been
some fantastic tits around.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.
It's classic, McGinley.
You've not had a shag in months,
or you wouldn't keep on.
Screwed up his marriage.
When she left with a senior,
better-looking practitioner...
..did she mention
you could bore for England?
Ireland. If I bore, it's for Ireland.
And I divorced her.
You going to shut up now?
You're right off your head, Springer.
Mr Wallace, how do you do?
I hear you're getting
a lot of pain, yeah?
You want to show me where, exactly?
Tomorrow? Where?
Holland.
Philip had another panic attack.
I'm to present the paper.
Oh, say no.
The conference has started.
If I say no, there's nobody else.
Madam. Sir.
Thank you.
How long will it be?
Two or three days.
Depends on the reception.
At least it's not bloody Birmingham.
Do you want me to come?
If you want to, and
you won't feel like a spare part.
Yes, I'd love you to come.
I could, couldn't I?
Finished the ICI contract.
Everything else Brian can handle.
And Mr Plastics?
Has he made his mind up yet?
I'd forgotten about that.
No, they can't say till Tuesday.
And if they're unsure, I need to push.
Oh, bugger.
If I'd known whose wife she was,
it might not have happened.
Now you know, make it not happen.
I can't.
Look, there are simple things
and complicated things.
You're looking for complicated
things. Which is really sad.
What time's the party?
DANCE MUSIC
The best ones have done
the longest shifts.
Sexually repressed and no judgment.
Who's that?
Belinda, neurological registrar.
She can get your jeans off
with her teeth.
And she's asked about you.
LOUD DISCO MUSIC
(Sorry.)
What was wrong with her?
She used to work in pathology.
You don't know
where her hands have been.
Well, go and make her night, John.
I tried once.
She's allergic to divorcees.
'Compensatory sex, ' she said,
'is a waste of decent laundry.'
Oh, Jeez. I don't know why I come.
I bloody hate these things.
You see, I still love my wife.
I would like to see her dead.
Or bankrupt,
But only if she's still with him.
So I do have sympathy for you.
But the tears end when you make your
mind up about somebody else's wife.
So you brought me here
out of harm's way.
Maybe.
John.
I didn't look at her
and decide to feel like this.
I didn't plan it.
Plan what?
Nothing's happened for you.
And if there's any justice,
nothing will.
You've got my bag.
I am sorry.
You sitting here? I'll move.
No, plenty of room.
You a nurse?
Med student, Withington.
What about you?
Registrar. St Gregory's.
This is a really bad impression
of someone having a good time.
Was that an offer?
If you call from Holland,
I'll be out of the office this week.
So take the mobile number.
Did you pick up the tickets?
They're at the reservations desk.
Right. I'll be out tonight,
so if you call...
Yeah, yeah. I'll leave a message.
It's just two nights.
It's not South America.
Have you had an operation before,
Robert?
You'll be put to sleep
so there's no pain.
It's a bit sore after, but...
..you won't look any worse than him.
Its rapid access treatment...
..and fine surgical staff
make it ideal for sponsorship.
Sister can review nursing facilities
before brunch in the boardroom.
What's all that about?
Selling your birthright
on monthly instalments.
But you will get new white coats
and scalpels to play with.
Who taught you business management,
Viv? Robert Maxwell?
Vivien.
Is it true about you? Last night?
Last night?
I don't know what you mean.
Why do men call them 'conquests'?
You all look like you've been
dragged through a hedge backwards.
It's half the fun! Are you jealous?
Of a schoolgirl?
What do you mean, schoolgirl?
She was a med student at Withington.
The 17-year-old sister
of a med student from Withington.
Still, it probably helped her
with her A levels.
Nice weekend.
I - I told her it wasn't an issue!
But she kept on,
said she'd lock me in there!
Why do I need it to go to the
hairdresser's? Why go on about it?
She'll be back in two hours.
Could we have her purse?
When are the blood gases due on...
Mrs Hartley?
Half an hour or so.
I'll check her over.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Hi.
This is getting really ugly.
What?
Following me.
What the hell are you doing up here?
Why won't you talk?
I have nothing to say.
Give me an hour.
I have nothing to say.
Anna, I'm going round the bend.
Half an hour?
Fifteen minutes?
Somewhere public. I don't care.
Please.
Shipshape and Bristol.
Oh! Hello again.
Hello... Mrs Fairley.
This is the man I met.
Who sold me the shoes.
Weren't you bringing some size five?
The van...
..broke down in Bradford.
When the driver got out,
someone nicked all the fives.
So it'll be a week or two.
Oh, I am sorry. Good grief!
Shall we ask if he has a six?
Don't suppose they'd fit.
Still, I think
he could do with the money.
Dad!
Irma!
Irma. Where's me dad?
He went for a stroll.
Felt a bit chesty.
Nice try.
He nipped for a drink.
He said only one.
Thanks.
Have you seen Arnold Springer?
No.
Arnold Springer!
Come on, lad. Come on, Bones.
Yes!
Yes, yes...
..Y-e-s!!
How much?
Well, at least there's no booze in here.
How much, Dad?
Three-eighty.
Lend us one-fifty, will you?
I'll return it. UCH owes me back pay
and me salary's due on the 30th.
I'm out of work, on sick pension.
And the white collar wonder is cadging.
This country in a bloody nutshell.
Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?
Not that I'm aware of.
Thank you.
Well.
I bought the tie.
I bought the tie!
Got a date?
Yeah. I've got a date.
Who with?
Well, not a 17-year-old.
So who's this for? The Snow Queen?
I won't get involved in this.
That's fine by me.
From one extreme to another.
You've got a detonator in there.
Then don't stand too close.
How long is Crane away now?
Three days.
Why? What's up?
I'll tell you.
This is serial bloody abuse.
I get his private patients while
he's away on his conference - again.
He gets thousands
and I don't even get a tip.
Glassman, stop whingeing.
I'm so sorry (!)
But what conferences are there
in the Netherlands? I checked -
Shut up!
SOUND OF SHOWER
And your credit card, sir?
Will you require a morning paper?
What do you think?
No morning papers.
How you doin'?
Told them if the table goes,
they're dead.
I'm sorry, this is...
I can't go in.
We'll just talk. Have a meal.
I'm sorry.
We're doing nothing wrong.
You are.
How can you walk up to someone
and say you're in love with them?
It wasn't like that.
Okay.
Talk me through it.
We meet on a train, in a cafe,
then only again when you pop up...
..and make a nuisance.
Taking you and your mum out
was a nuisance?
No, that was well-meant.
But you didn't love me then.
No. It... happened later.
Not much later.
You were back in a day,
being embarrassing.
I'm sorry.
So what happened?
Did you trip and bang your head?
No.
It was when I got back
to the hospital and you'd gone.
It's just this weird feeling,
like... I should've been with you.
Wherever you were,
I should have been there.
Because I hadn't finished
saying what I wanted to say.
Nothing important, you know.
Nothing epic.
I just want to be with you.
You didn't bang your head, then?
Now, look - this isn't easy for me.
Well, it's been a doddle for me (!)
I can't believe you're saying all this.
I just don't believe you.
What's attractive about older women?
I don't go for older women!
I'm just in love with you.
Oh, God!
I swear I've never
felt like this about anyone.
When I saw you this morning, in the car?
I nearly died.
I couldn't breathe. Started
sweating.
My fingers went numb.
I took a walk, because a woman in
the lift said I should see a doctor.
What about my husband?
Your boss?
I don't want to talk about him.
But you'd have to.
In this scenario, you have to.
The man I love won't evaporate.
The man who loves me won't step aside.
What if he's not what you think?
In what way?
What if...?
Even if he loves you,
someone else could love you more.
That isn't my choice.
This is where you come unstuck.
It's not even a decent fantasy
if you can't see past the obstacles.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Owen, I don't mean to be cruel.
And I am deeply flattered.
I don't want you to be flattered!
I'm in love with you.
And I want to be with you.
I think you're the most
fantastic woman I have ever met.
I just happen to be
very happily married.
For me...
..please...
..don't ring.
KNOCKING ON DOOR
KNOCKING GETS LOUDER
Just a minute!
Something you said earlier, Danny.
I've had two hours sleep, you bastard.
I thought you were on a date.
Why are you here?
Where's Crane?
That was just me, shooting my mouth off.
He's getting his leg over, isn't he?
(MURMURS)
Isn't he?!
I want to know, Danny.
Viv Reid.
Vivien?
When John was sick once,
we needed the stand-by list.
Viv was away in a hotel. When I rang
the contact number, Crane answered.
Every time he's at a conference,
she disappears.
Which hotel?
Why do you want to know?
Which hotel?!
It was months ago.
I don't even know if I'm right.
Beresford... Beresford Royale.
It's in London.
Oh, um... You look tired.
You should get some kip.
Thanks.
"The number you require is 0171-635...
..9332."
DIALLING NUMBER
"Beresford Royale.
How can I help you?"
Ah, yeah. Can you put me through
to Vivien Reid's room?
"One moment, please."
VIVIEN: "Hello?"
"Hello?!"
"Hello?"
Not disturbing you?
No. Glad to get away from snooker.
He sits in front of that.
I can't tell if he's alive or dead.
If that's how he goes,
I might not know for a week.
Ooh, nice outfit.
Thanks.
What?
Never mind me 'what'. You what.
You never come at this time.
I do!
Not dressed like that.
I've had the weirdest few days, Phyllis.
Ooh, good.
It's not good.
It's a nightmare.
TV: "It has been my dearest wish
to see you go up in the world."
"I'm too excited to sleep. If you
were here, I must let you love me."
"You would want to, I think."
OPERATIC ARIA
I thought you were out till late.
FLASHBACK: PHONE RINGING
"St Gregory's Hospital."
This is Dr... Borowitz.
We have an urgent message
for Vivien Reid.
Surgical Business Manager.
"Okay, Dr Borowitz."
At the Beresford Royale Hotel, London.
I've just done something
really terrible, Dad.
KNOCK ON DOOR
REPEATED KNOCK
(MUMBLING)
What time is it?
What's that?
What?
She knows! Oh, Jesus!
Oh, my God!
Oh, she might be here.
If she was, she wouldn't send this.
It could be something else,
something innocent.
It's addressed to you, for me!
How can it be innocent?
What other conclusion is there?
That is Anna in the know!
Look...
I don't believe this is happening.
It'll destroy her, it will.
What do you want me to say... do?
I don't know, I don't... yes!
No, no, no, no, no!
Yes! Vivien.
Go into the other room,
would you, please?
What?
I might need to call her.
Go into the other room -
please - Vivien.
Chri-!
No, no, no, no!
I can't do it.
(WHIMPERS)
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SLAMS
Of course I said no!
And he's how old?
Oh, thirty-ish.
Not a toad?
No, very attractive. Footballer.
No, boxer type.
What possessed you?
Phyllis, you don't mean it!
Would you trust a man who decided
so quickly? You'd run a mile.
Would I?
I can be excited
by the remote prospect -
See!
But when he's there, coming out
with all this, it's unbalancing.
I start checking myself,
wondering what I did to -
Well, I am flattered.
Oh, good!
You were beginning to sound dead
from the parting down.
Do I ever seem... vulnerable to you?
In your dreams!
So why has he picked on me?
It must be now, not 6.30!
That's all to Manchester after 8pm.
I can recommend a partnership hotel.
Not a bloody hotel,
I was in a bloody hotel.
I need to get home.
Listen, I'm a surgeon. It is vital
I get back to Manchester.
Please!
Oh, bugger off.
Can you take me to Manchester?
Can you afford it?
Yes, I can afford it.
Be 200 quid.
Yes.
Cash up front.
Yes. Stop at a cash dispenser.
Oi! Bloody Manchester!
How much older?
Be about forty-odd.
Do you love her?
Well... I don't know what to say.
If I was him, and you did that to me...
..I'd kill you.
If I was her, I'd wring your neck.
But would you just turn your back
on her, if you loved her that much?
It hangs well on you, by the way.
The suit.
Will you see him again?
Only because of who he is
and where he works. Probably.
What if he just loses interest?
He walks away and when you
see him next, he cuts you dead...
..because you hurt him.
And answer that honestly.
I'd miss it.
I'd miss the extremes.
But I wouldn't regret it.
Oh... (!)
It's taken a long time
to build what I've got.
It's only now we've been able
to spend time together.
I wasn't handed this marriage
on a plate, Phyllis.
Would you risk it for a man 15 years
younger who looks like a boxer?
Now you answer that honestly.
I'm off up.
Night, Anna.
Night, Frederick.
Honestly?
I'd take him somewhere really private.
Strip us both to the pink
and bang the arse off him.
I'll ask you again when you're sober.
Be prepared for a shock.
And if you hadn't thought twice
about it, you wouldn't ask me.
PHONE RINGS
ANNA ON ANSWERPHONE: "I'm sorry,
we can't come to the phone."
"Leave your name and number
after the tone."
"Anna! Anna! It's me."
I'm coming home.
I'm in a taxi. I'm on the way.
Darling,
if you're there, pick up the phone.
I can't do it like this.
Please pick up the phone.
(SIGHS)
Look, all I can think of saying is..
..I'm sorry.
I don't know how, I'm just...
I'm just sorry.
Please, don't - do - anything
until I get there.
Okay?
"Hello, reception."
Can I order a morning paper, please?
Uh, Times and Mirror.
"Certainly. It'll come
with your breakfast for two."
One.
Breakfast for one, please.
"Certainly, madam."
..and if there's any justification,
any defence for me at all, listen!
I spend ten hours a day
being in charge, above it all.
She's bossy! She gives the orders.
"She's not as pretty as you
and she's not as bright as you."
"I swear to you, Anna!"
"There is no question of her
overshadowing what you mean to me."
TAPE ENDS
Shit!
"I'm sorry, we can't get to the
phone. Leave your name and number."
And obviously -
Obviously!
- I will do anything to put things right.
There is no question it's over,
absolutely.
You are the last person
in the world I want to hurt.
"I'm so ashamed.
Please don't leave me."
"I'm so ashamed you had to find out"
"I'd give my dying breath
to have avoided this."
"I truly hope you can believe that."
"I truly hope
you can forgive me, because...
..I love you."
"I love you."
"I'm sorry,
we can't get to the phone."
"Leave your name and number."
"Anna...
..it's me."
"We just passed Keele services."
"I'll be half an hour.
Please be there."
Put the spare set through
the letter box when you finish.
Right.
PHONE RINGING
Mr Springer, yeah.
Mr Springer, hello.
Am I needed or not?
Five, four, three, two -
"It's me."
Who's me?
"How many me's do you know?"
(MURMURS AND GROANS)
"Do you know the Four Feathers
in Prestbury?"
I don't know. Who's in it?
"It's a hotel."
"I'll be there in half an hour."
No, Anna, I shouldn't have -
LINE GOES DEAD
Lovely house.
I don't suppose the kettle will be hot.
Anna!
QUIET KNOCK ON DOOR
Take your clothes off, please.
Anna, we don't need to do this.
I just want to talk.
What if I don't want to listen?
Take your clothes off, please.
Do I seem...
..vulnerable to you?
I think you picked
a really bad time to ask.
You look perfect.
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I know that I know.
Jack and Emma...?
No, no...
No.
Colin and Liz, is it?
No. No, no, no.
I do. I do, I do know.
I should know.
I haven't a bloody clue, actually.
Phyllis.
Ah. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Okay.
He looks helpful.
That's it? You just go and shower?
Sorry.
There you go. 100% home-made.
Just not my home.
Do you mind if we lose
some of the garnish?
It looks a bit professional.
It is professional.
Gillies and Fiona?
I know!
They're Scots. It's business.
So we won't talk about the weather.
Yes, yes.
They do Plastics Injection Moulding.
They'll employ 200 managers.
Whom I may be asked to assess.
So we won't talk about you much.
I know. I know.
Okay?
Surgery! Fascinating.
To look at someone, knowing more
about their insides than they do.
It's as far down the line as you get.
It is.
Life or death...
..within these hands of mine.
What a skill!
You won't use the cliche
'cutting edge', but is that it?
Absolutely.
It's that joke about
where would the philosopher be...
..with no targets to make his theory
Quite.
We all help each other.
You're ignoring the huge part played
by Plastics Injection Moulding.
Your output could be vital to a surgeon.
Most patients
need more plastic than, um...
Pamela Anderson?
Um-hmm.
You're only as good
as the structure of any system.
That's why Plastics Injection
Moulding needs my brilliant wife...
..as much as I need
Plastics Injection Moulding.
Right. Absolutely.
Which is why we're here.
And why you should start talking.
And tell me to shut up and listen.
TV: "Oh, darling,
where have you been?"
"Oh, Geoffrey."
"What?"
"I'll rain burning kisses
on your ruby lips."
Oh, shot. Yes.
TV FOOTBALL COMMENTARY
Dad, can I borrow the car?
The nearside tyre needs air.
And if the oil light flickers,
stick a bit of multigrade in.
And the tank's nearly empty.
Socrates to plastics
in 50 words or under.
That's why you married me.
20 words or under would be clever.
They're boring as shit.
You'd better get this contract.
I hoped for an answer tonight.
Well...
..you can have one from me.
Been anywhere?
Done anything?
Seen anybody?
Good mood, sir.
Good reason, Glassman. Sir?
I see the spirit of youth.
It makes me smile.
You like the buzz, sir?
From you lot?
You make passing 40 look essential.
I'd put a month's salary on me
getting better sex than any of you.
That's why I'm smiling. Look at him.
Your show, is it?
Yes, sir.
Know what you're doing?
Good.
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Anna? It's me.
Who's me?
"How many me's do you know?"
"It's Owen!"
Ah... I don't like calls at work.
Give me your mobile.
I'll call you later.
Please don't. There's no point.
I just want to talk to you.
I have to go.
"Anna Fairley Organisation,
Michelle here. How can I help?"
Hello. Anna Fairley, please.
"I'll see if she's in.
Who's calling, please?"
It's her husband.
"Oh, hello. Just a sec."
"Hi. Where are you?"
Can't stop thinking about you.
What's wrong with talking to me?
LINE GOES DEAD
Satisfied?
PHONE RINGS
Yes?
"It's your husband again."
Just tell him to vanish.
And tell him this is not very adult,
is it?
She says to vanish.
And this is not very adult, is it?
Excuse me.
What have I done?
Owen, you seem like a guy
who can take it on the chin.
She doesn't want you.
I'd worry about her blowing the whistle.
If Crane finds out, you won't see
another hospital standing up.
BLEEPER GOES OFF
There's a party tonight.
You should go.
Look! I don't fancy a party.
You've been here a week.
Nobody knows you.
Ever been to the staff club?
Since Equal Opportunities
leaned on the board...
..there's been
some fantastic tits around.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.
It's classic, McGinley.
You've not had a shag in months,
or you wouldn't keep on.
Screwed up his marriage.
When she left with a senior,
better-looking practitioner...
..did she mention
you could bore for England?
Ireland. If I bore, it's for Ireland.
And I divorced her.
You going to shut up now?
You're right off your head, Springer.
Mr Wallace, how do you do?
I hear you're getting
a lot of pain, yeah?
You want to show me where, exactly?
Tomorrow? Where?
Holland.
Philip had another panic attack.
I'm to present the paper.
Oh, say no.
The conference has started.
If I say no, there's nobody else.
Madam. Sir.
Thank you.
How long will it be?
Two or three days.
Depends on the reception.
At least it's not bloody Birmingham.
Do you want me to come?
If you want to, and
you won't feel like a spare part.
Yes, I'd love you to come.
I could, couldn't I?
Finished the ICI contract.
Everything else Brian can handle.
And Mr Plastics?
Has he made his mind up yet?
I'd forgotten about that.
No, they can't say till Tuesday.
And if they're unsure, I need to push.
Oh, bugger.
If I'd known whose wife she was,
it might not have happened.
Now you know, make it not happen.
I can't.
Look, there are simple things
and complicated things.
You're looking for complicated
things. Which is really sad.
What time's the party?
DANCE MUSIC
The best ones have done
the longest shifts.
Sexually repressed and no judgment.
Who's that?
Belinda, neurological registrar.
She can get your jeans off
with her teeth.
And she's asked about you.
LOUD DISCO MUSIC
(Sorry.)
What was wrong with her?
She used to work in pathology.
You don't know
where her hands have been.
Well, go and make her night, John.
I tried once.
She's allergic to divorcees.
'Compensatory sex, ' she said,
'is a waste of decent laundry.'
Oh, Jeez. I don't know why I come.
I bloody hate these things.
You see, I still love my wife.
I would like to see her dead.
Or bankrupt,
But only if she's still with him.
So I do have sympathy for you.
But the tears end when you make your
mind up about somebody else's wife.
So you brought me here
out of harm's way.
Maybe.
John.
I didn't look at her
and decide to feel like this.
I didn't plan it.
Plan what?
Nothing's happened for you.
And if there's any justice,
nothing will.
You've got my bag.
I am sorry.
You sitting here? I'll move.
No, plenty of room.
You a nurse?
Med student, Withington.
What about you?
Registrar. St Gregory's.
This is a really bad impression
of someone having a good time.
Was that an offer?
If you call from Holland,
I'll be out of the office this week.
So take the mobile number.
Did you pick up the tickets?
They're at the reservations desk.
Right. I'll be out tonight,
so if you call...
Yeah, yeah. I'll leave a message.
It's just two nights.
It's not South America.
Have you had an operation before,
Robert?
You'll be put to sleep
so there's no pain.
It's a bit sore after, but...
..you won't look any worse than him.
Its rapid access treatment...
..and fine surgical staff
make it ideal for sponsorship.
Sister can review nursing facilities
before brunch in the boardroom.
What's all that about?
Selling your birthright
on monthly instalments.
But you will get new white coats
and scalpels to play with.
Who taught you business management,
Viv? Robert Maxwell?
Vivien.
Is it true about you? Last night?
Last night?
I don't know what you mean.
Why do men call them 'conquests'?
You all look like you've been
dragged through a hedge backwards.
It's half the fun! Are you jealous?
Of a schoolgirl?
What do you mean, schoolgirl?
She was a med student at Withington.
The 17-year-old sister
of a med student from Withington.
Still, it probably helped her
with her A levels.
Nice weekend.
I - I told her it wasn't an issue!
But she kept on,
said she'd lock me in there!
Why do I need it to go to the
hairdresser's? Why go on about it?
She'll be back in two hours.
Could we have her purse?
When are the blood gases due on...
Mrs Hartley?
Half an hour or so.
I'll check her over.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Hi.
This is getting really ugly.
What?
Following me.
What the hell are you doing up here?
Why won't you talk?
I have nothing to say.
Give me an hour.
I have nothing to say.
Anna, I'm going round the bend.
Half an hour?
Fifteen minutes?
Somewhere public. I don't care.
Please.
Shipshape and Bristol.
Oh! Hello again.
Hello... Mrs Fairley.
This is the man I met.
Who sold me the shoes.
Weren't you bringing some size five?
The van...
..broke down in Bradford.
When the driver got out,
someone nicked all the fives.
So it'll be a week or two.
Oh, I am sorry. Good grief!
Shall we ask if he has a six?
Don't suppose they'd fit.
Still, I think
he could do with the money.
Dad!
Irma!
Irma. Where's me dad?
He went for a stroll.
Felt a bit chesty.
Nice try.
He nipped for a drink.
He said only one.
Thanks.
Have you seen Arnold Springer?
No.
Arnold Springer!
Come on, lad. Come on, Bones.
Yes!
Yes, yes...
..Y-e-s!!
How much?
Well, at least there's no booze in here.
How much, Dad?
Three-eighty.
Lend us one-fifty, will you?
I'll return it. UCH owes me back pay
and me salary's due on the 30th.
I'm out of work, on sick pension.
And the white collar wonder is cadging.
This country in a bloody nutshell.
Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?
Not that I'm aware of.
Thank you.
Well.
I bought the tie.
I bought the tie!
Got a date?
Yeah. I've got a date.
Who with?
Well, not a 17-year-old.
So who's this for? The Snow Queen?
I won't get involved in this.
That's fine by me.
From one extreme to another.
You've got a detonator in there.
Then don't stand too close.
How long is Crane away now?
Three days.
Why? What's up?
I'll tell you.
This is serial bloody abuse.
I get his private patients while
he's away on his conference - again.
He gets thousands
and I don't even get a tip.
Glassman, stop whingeing.
I'm so sorry (!)
But what conferences are there
in the Netherlands? I checked -
Shut up!
SOUND OF SHOWER
And your credit card, sir?
Will you require a morning paper?
What do you think?
No morning papers.
How you doin'?
Told them if the table goes,
they're dead.
I'm sorry, this is...
I can't go in.
We'll just talk. Have a meal.
I'm sorry.
We're doing nothing wrong.
You are.
How can you walk up to someone
and say you're in love with them?
It wasn't like that.
Okay.
Talk me through it.
We meet on a train, in a cafe,
then only again when you pop up...
..and make a nuisance.
Taking you and your mum out
was a nuisance?
No, that was well-meant.
But you didn't love me then.
No. It... happened later.
Not much later.
You were back in a day,
being embarrassing.
I'm sorry.
So what happened?
Did you trip and bang your head?
No.
It was when I got back
to the hospital and you'd gone.
It's just this weird feeling,
like... I should've been with you.
Wherever you were,
I should have been there.
Because I hadn't finished
saying what I wanted to say.
Nothing important, you know.
Nothing epic.
I just want to be with you.
You didn't bang your head, then?
Now, look - this isn't easy for me.
Well, it's been a doddle for me (!)
I can't believe you're saying all this.
I just don't believe you.
What's attractive about older women?
I don't go for older women!
I'm just in love with you.
Oh, God!
I swear I've never
felt like this about anyone.
When I saw you this morning, in the car?
I nearly died.
I couldn't breathe. Started
sweating.
My fingers went numb.
I took a walk, because a woman in
the lift said I should see a doctor.
What about my husband?
Your boss?
I don't want to talk about him.
But you'd have to.
In this scenario, you have to.
The man I love won't evaporate.
The man who loves me won't step aside.
What if he's not what you think?
In what way?
What if...?
Even if he loves you,
someone else could love you more.
That isn't my choice.
This is where you come unstuck.
It's not even a decent fantasy
if you can't see past the obstacles.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Owen, I don't mean to be cruel.
And I am deeply flattered.
I don't want you to be flattered!
I'm in love with you.
And I want to be with you.
I think you're the most
fantastic woman I have ever met.
I just happen to be
very happily married.
For me...
..please...
..don't ring.
KNOCKING ON DOOR
KNOCKING GETS LOUDER
Just a minute!
Something you said earlier, Danny.
I've had two hours sleep, you bastard.
I thought you were on a date.
Why are you here?
Where's Crane?
That was just me, shooting my mouth off.
He's getting his leg over, isn't he?
(MURMURS)
Isn't he?!
I want to know, Danny.
Viv Reid.
Vivien?
When John was sick once,
we needed the stand-by list.
Viv was away in a hotel. When I rang
the contact number, Crane answered.
Every time he's at a conference,
she disappears.
Which hotel?
Why do you want to know?
Which hotel?!
It was months ago.
I don't even know if I'm right.
Beresford... Beresford Royale.
It's in London.
Oh, um... You look tired.
You should get some kip.
Thanks.
"The number you require is 0171-635...
..9332."
DIALLING NUMBER
"Beresford Royale.
How can I help you?"
Ah, yeah. Can you put me through
to Vivien Reid's room?
"One moment, please."
VIVIEN: "Hello?"
"Hello?!"
"Hello?"
Not disturbing you?
No. Glad to get away from snooker.
He sits in front of that.
I can't tell if he's alive or dead.
If that's how he goes,
I might not know for a week.
Ooh, nice outfit.
Thanks.
What?
Never mind me 'what'. You what.
You never come at this time.
I do!
Not dressed like that.
I've had the weirdest few days, Phyllis.
Ooh, good.
It's not good.
It's a nightmare.
TV: "It has been my dearest wish
to see you go up in the world."
"I'm too excited to sleep. If you
were here, I must let you love me."
"You would want to, I think."
OPERATIC ARIA
I thought you were out till late.
FLASHBACK: PHONE RINGING
"St Gregory's Hospital."
This is Dr... Borowitz.
We have an urgent message
for Vivien Reid.
Surgical Business Manager.
"Okay, Dr Borowitz."
At the Beresford Royale Hotel, London.
I've just done something
really terrible, Dad.
KNOCK ON DOOR
REPEATED KNOCK
(MUMBLING)
What time is it?
What's that?
What?
She knows! Oh, Jesus!
Oh, my God!
Oh, she might be here.
If she was, she wouldn't send this.
It could be something else,
something innocent.
It's addressed to you, for me!
How can it be innocent?
What other conclusion is there?
That is Anna in the know!
Look...
I don't believe this is happening.
It'll destroy her, it will.
What do you want me to say... do?
I don't know, I don't... yes!
No, no, no, no, no!
Yes! Vivien.
Go into the other room,
would you, please?
What?
I might need to call her.
Go into the other room -
please - Vivien.
Chri-!
No, no, no, no!
I can't do it.
(WHIMPERS)
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SLAMS
Of course I said no!
And he's how old?
Oh, thirty-ish.
Not a toad?
No, very attractive. Footballer.
No, boxer type.
What possessed you?
Phyllis, you don't mean it!
Would you trust a man who decided
so quickly? You'd run a mile.
Would I?
I can be excited
by the remote prospect -
See!
But when he's there, coming out
with all this, it's unbalancing.
I start checking myself,
wondering what I did to -
Well, I am flattered.
Oh, good!
You were beginning to sound dead
from the parting down.
Do I ever seem... vulnerable to you?
In your dreams!
So why has he picked on me?
It must be now, not 6.30!
That's all to Manchester after 8pm.
I can recommend a partnership hotel.
Not a bloody hotel,
I was in a bloody hotel.
I need to get home.
Listen, I'm a surgeon. It is vital
I get back to Manchester.
Please!
Oh, bugger off.
Can you take me to Manchester?
Can you afford it?
Yes, I can afford it.
Be 200 quid.
Yes.
Cash up front.
Yes. Stop at a cash dispenser.
Oi! Bloody Manchester!
How much older?
Be about forty-odd.
Do you love her?
Well... I don't know what to say.
If I was him, and you did that to me...
..I'd kill you.
If I was her, I'd wring your neck.
But would you just turn your back
on her, if you loved her that much?
It hangs well on you, by the way.
The suit.
Will you see him again?
Only because of who he is
and where he works. Probably.
What if he just loses interest?
He walks away and when you
see him next, he cuts you dead...
..because you hurt him.
And answer that honestly.
I'd miss it.
I'd miss the extremes.
But I wouldn't regret it.
Oh... (!)
It's taken a long time
to build what I've got.
It's only now we've been able
to spend time together.
I wasn't handed this marriage
on a plate, Phyllis.
Would you risk it for a man 15 years
younger who looks like a boxer?
Now you answer that honestly.
I'm off up.
Night, Anna.
Night, Frederick.
Honestly?
I'd take him somewhere really private.
Strip us both to the pink
and bang the arse off him.
I'll ask you again when you're sober.
Be prepared for a shock.
And if you hadn't thought twice
about it, you wouldn't ask me.
PHONE RINGS
ANNA ON ANSWERPHONE: "I'm sorry,
we can't come to the phone."
"Leave your name and number
after the tone."
"Anna! Anna! It's me."
I'm coming home.
I'm in a taxi. I'm on the way.
Darling,
if you're there, pick up the phone.
I can't do it like this.
Please pick up the phone.
(SIGHS)
Look, all I can think of saying is..
..I'm sorry.
I don't know how, I'm just...
I'm just sorry.
Please, don't - do - anything
until I get there.
Okay?
"Hello, reception."
Can I order a morning paper, please?
Uh, Times and Mirror.
"Certainly. It'll come
with your breakfast for two."
One.
Breakfast for one, please.
"Certainly, madam."
..and if there's any justification,
any defence for me at all, listen!
I spend ten hours a day
being in charge, above it all.
She's bossy! She gives the orders.
"She's not as pretty as you
and she's not as bright as you."
"I swear to you, Anna!"
"There is no question of her
overshadowing what you mean to me."
TAPE ENDS
Shit!
"I'm sorry, we can't get to the
phone. Leave your name and number."
And obviously -
Obviously!
- I will do anything to put things right.
There is no question it's over,
absolutely.
You are the last person
in the world I want to hurt.
"I'm so ashamed.
Please don't leave me."
"I'm so ashamed you had to find out"
"I'd give my dying breath
to have avoided this."
"I truly hope you can believe that."
"I truly hope
you can forgive me, because...
..I love you."
"I love you."
"I'm sorry,
we can't get to the phone."
"Leave your name and number."
"Anna...
..it's me."
"We just passed Keele services."
"I'll be half an hour.
Please be there."
Put the spare set through
the letter box when you finish.
Right.
PHONE RINGING
Mr Springer, yeah.
Mr Springer, hello.
Am I needed or not?
Five, four, three, two -
"It's me."
Who's me?
"How many me's do you know?"
(MURMURS AND GROANS)
"Do you know the Four Feathers
in Prestbury?"
I don't know. Who's in it?
"It's a hotel."
"I'll be there in half an hour."
No, Anna, I shouldn't have -
LINE GOES DEAD
Lovely house.
I don't suppose the kettle will be hot.
Anna!
QUIET KNOCK ON DOOR
Take your clothes off, please.
Anna, we don't need to do this.
I just want to talk.
What if I don't want to listen?
Take your clothes off, please.
Do I seem...
..vulnerable to you?
I think you picked
a really bad time to ask.
You look perfect.
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