Temple (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
She's not looking great.
Her kidneys are failing.
Do you know where
the organs come from?
No!
- Are you Jay Shah?
- Uh-huh.
We have some questions
about your recent bank deposit.
- Would you come?
- Would I come? Yeah, of course.
Understand something, Keith.
That boy is the centre of my life.
She needs to be protected
from actions
that will certainly harm
her and the baby in the long term.
- I can't have the operation.
- You can if I perform it for you.
I'll give you a couple of days grace,
mate. After that, you're gone.
Lee.
Are you in there?
Lee!
Mr Simmons?
Oh, hi, doctor.
I was on my way out, and thought
I'd drop in to see how you're doing.
- How's the breathing?
- Ah, well, about the same.
You doing your exercises?
Trying.
Well, recovery from a punctured lung
takes a while, so have patience.
What's, uh...?
What's SHTF?
"Shit hits the fan."
Of course.
Pretty chilling,
all you were telling me last time.
- What, about bioterrorism?
- Yeah.
Well, it's true. Pandemics have killed
more people than wars, and...
...an airborne one, manufactured or not,
would only take about six months
to infect the entire planet...
which is why, as I've said before,
the possession of certain simple items
and even a small bit of knowledge
could be the difference
between, you know...
living or dying.
Hmm.
You're a... a prepper, right?
- Your philosophy is be ready.
- Mm-hmm.
Have everything in place
for any eventuality.
Absolutely.
So why on earth weren't you
wearing a seat belt?
That's a good question.
Sorry, if you'd rather talk
to someone else about this...
No, no. Not at all. It's...
I don't know. I guess it's that...
million-to-one or whatever situation
where you just...
You forget, you know?
Mmm.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Do you ever feel like God?
- Like God?
- As a surgeon.
I mean, isn't that what they
say it's like sometimes?
Some people, maybe.
- Not you?
- No.
Yeah, but I mean,
it's an exciting job, isn't it?
Sure. Now and then.
It's more what you're about, actually.
Preparation. Knowing before you begin
you've anticipated any surprises
you may encounter
when the patient's on the table.
And are there ever times
when you haven't?
- Absolutely.
- What happens then?
Then you deal with things
the best way you can.
That's when it gets pretty stressful,
you know?
Although...
- What?
- Well, between ourselves,
and, uh, most surgeons
might disagree with this, but, uh...
it's quite thrilling when that happens.
Why?
I suppose
because the stakes are so high.
You're in there,
trying to outdo fate or death.
You make a choice, in the moment, which
could go wrong or cause complications,
so you have to make another choice.
- And so on.
- Exactly.
Well, no, I get you.
But what happens
when you run out of choices?
Well, you don't.
OK.
There's always something else
you can try.
You know what I mean?
I do.
Yeah?
- Sorry to wake you. I need a favour.
- Sure.
I'm trying to contact Lee,
but he's not answering.
Could you tell him
I really need him to get in touch?
- OK.
- Thank you.
- And Daniel?
- Yeah.
What is it?
Could I just say
that I'm really sorry about your wife?
Yeah, well, uh...
that may not quite be over yet.
I need to pick up my daughter.
Tell him to call me.
OK.
- Hi, Mr Lloyd.
- Hi, Katie.
- I haven't seen you in a while.
- I know. Is she here?
- Uh, is she supposed to be?
- What do you mean?
- Who are you looking for?
- Anna.
- Were you supposed to meet her here?
- She works here.
- Not at the moment though.
- What do you mean?
She's on leave.
Hey.
Where are you?
Where am I? I'm at work.
I've just been there.
- Where?
- At Phaxxol, Anna.
He said that they all pinged
off the same towers.
- The messages did.
- That's right.
The only problem was, which ones?
- It was somewhere central or something?
- Yeah, Victoria.
- Embankment down around there, so...
- Oh, shit.
What?
Now we've got proof she's in contact
with him. Why not force her to talk?
I have another idea.
OK.
- It's not strictly by the book.
- I think I already know what it is.
- How?
- I think I have the same idea.
- No, you don't.
- I think I do.
Well, what's your idea?
What's your idea?
Right, um... what do I say?
Uh... tell him you're fine.
- Should I talk about having the baby?
- Why?
Well, would that not be, like,
the first thing she mentioned?
- Yeah, probably, yeah.
- OK. "You're a father."
"I know, Lee told me.
I can't believe it." Lee?
- "Is it a boy or a girl?"
- Oh, fuck.
- What was it?
- Uh, girl?
- Are you sure?
- No.
- Just say a girl, yeah.
- "A beautiful..."
- Why Jemima?
- I like it.
"What a beautiful name." OK.
So does he.
"My God, I can't believe
we created a life together."
"I know, she's like the...
personification of our..."
- Careful, now.
- What?
Let's not start getting too...
- What?
- Whatever, pretentious.
Just... take it out.
- What, "personification"?
- Yeah.
All right.
- Tell me.
- Look, I... I can't.
Why not?
Because I made a promise.
I know it's hard to accept.
But if you...
- Is it a man?
- No.
I can tell by your face that it is.
- How?
- Because you're flushing.
Christ. How can you even now refuse...?
- I'm your partner, Anna.
- I know.
Is it against the law?
Are you in trouble? Tell me something!
I can't! I made a promise. I can't.
I'm sorry.
If you want
this relationship to continue,
and I mean this, Anna,
then you're gonna fucking have to,
- ...OK?
- Well, what is it?
The moment he said that, I just realised
that that's exactly what I wanted.
- For it to be over?
- Yeah.
- Right.
- It's better if I move out of the house
- ...rather than him because...
- No, of course.
I just... I guess I've been re-evaluating
a lot of things in my life,
and especially since Beth's...
her illness, and...
Hmm, well, that's natural, I suppose.
- What do you mean?
- That you would do that,
given how awful it was or how shocking
her death was or whatever.
And then the fact that you
never actually got to say goodbye.
Anyway, like I said,
however long you need to stay...
Where did you say your car was?
Uh, the car's in, uh... in garage.
The brake line's damaged.
Oh, OK.
How you feeling anyway?
- What about?
- About tonight.
- Yeah, good.
- Yeah? You nervous?
Nervous? No, why? Do I seem nervous?
- There's a bit of an energy off you.
- An energy?
- Yeah, an energy.
- OK.
OK.
I think I'm beginning
to regret this already.
- Good.
- Jump in.
And what's it on?
Um, King James and his influence
on Elizabethan theatre.
- Uh-huh.
- Hmm.
And what was that?
Uh, I don't know yet.
Oh, shit.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Uh, yeah, I'm good.
The fuck you talking about?
Why do you keep harassing me?
Because I need more time.
- A couple of days isn't gonna be enough.
- A couple of days is all you get, mate.
- Look, can't we talk about this?
- No, we can't.
Today is Friday.
I'll be down again on Sunday.
- Sunday.
- Yes, Daniel, right...
- Not today?
- Did I say today?
I've got shit to do today, right?
In any case, I don't want
to see you again, to be frank.
I'll be down again on Sunday,
I want you gone by then.
- I don't think that's gonna be possible.
- Daniel.
I want you gone by then.
Lee?
Could I have a word with you
in my office a moment?
Sure.
- You got keys?
- Mm-hmm.
- Cool.
- Cool.
- You know what I think?
- What?
I think we're doing a really good thing.
I do too, Dad.
It's nice to be home again.
- See you later.
- See you later. Bye.
Bye.
- Dr Milton.
- Suzanna.
Yes.
Have you eaten yet?
No, why?
Because it looks like today
might be the day.
- Listen, though, it...
- No. No.
- Look, Jeremy...
- Lee, you don't walk out of a meeting.
- And why were you being aggressive?
- I wasn't!
Well, they said you were.
Said you were effing them blind.
- They're lying then.
- Why would they lie?
I have no idea.
Look, it was an emergency, mate.
What kind of emergency?
An emergency of the heart.
Lee...
I think the time may have come
to end your employment here.
- No.
- What, you don't think I have grounds?
No, please. This... No, Jeremy, please.
This job is my life.
This job so obviously isn't your life,
given your ongoing lack of reliability
initiative or ability
to get on with others.
No, but that's them though.
That's not me!
That's a predictably immature response.
My point is, Lee, your interests
obviously lie elsewhere.
No, they don't, no.
Well, we're in disagreement there.
Don't fire me, Jeremy.
My decision is final, Lee.
You all right, Lee?
Uh, don't mind him.
When apocalypse comes...
the shoe will be on the other foot.
Yeah, the zombie apocalypse.
The zombie apocalypse.
I like that.
What'd you say?
All right, calm down, Lee.
I was joking. Just calm down.
Ahh! Shit!
Ohh, shit!
I... Jeremy! Oh, fuck!
Ow! Th...
Fucking one of you! Ow, shit!
They were talking,
and one of them called me over,
- ...knowing what I'm inside for...
- Yeah.
...and said a guy had been arrested
for being in possession
of notes from the robbery.
- This is the electronics guy?
- Yeah.
Which he told police he'd gotten
from another guy
who'd come into his shop and bought,
like, 100 fucking laptops, right?
Sounds like money laundering.
That's what I thought...
which would mean he knew the guy.
If he's telling the truth
in the first place.
That's what I'm saying. You and Keith,
not being constrained like the cops are,
wouldn't have any problem
making sure he was.
What's the name of the shop?
Don't know.
But the guy's name is Jay Shah.
It's in Ilford, right?
Yeah. So, I mean,
couldn't be that hard to find, could it?
No, I suppose.
- How is he anyway?
- Who?
Keith.
Yeah, no, he's been a great help.
You and he gonna get back together?
- Why would you ask me that?
- I don't know.
You're spending a lot of time together.
- You'd hate that though, wouldn't you?
- No.
I'm not sure about anyone, to be honest.
I mean...
if he was gonna look after you...
Get off!
How are you getting on anyway?
What is it?
They got me cleaning out
their toilets, Ma.
- Who?
- Everyone.
- Oh, love.
- Their filthy, shitty fucking toilets.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You ready?
I think so.
All right.
All right.
Oh.
Yeah.
What was this originally used for?
Uh, well, to be honest,
I'm, uh, not entirely sure.
But it's a clinic now?
That's right.
- Listen, Suzanna, would you excuse me?
- Sure.
I'll be right back.
Of course, if someone's constantly
pushing you, you're gonna react.
A lot of shit going on in my life
at the moment. Excuse the language.
It's all betrayals.
Is it any wonder that I'm temperamental?
And of course, there's this enterprise
that depended on me having this job,
and now that I've lost it,
I'm gonna have to... Fuck.
...shut the fucking thing down,
you know?
After the time I've spent, the work...
So it's the language, is it?
Could you just be quiet for a moment
and allow me to concentrate?
Of course. Sure.
Thank you.
You OK?
May I ask you something?
Sure.
Wouldn't there normally be, um...
other people assisting you?
Normally, yes.
But spleen removal can be carried out
by a surgeon alone.
Mmm.
Are you having second thoughts?
I don't know, maybe.
- I just...
- You're scared.
A little bit, yes.
Well, we... we don't have
to do this, Suzanna.
Just say the word, I'll take you home.
Yeah, but then?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I'll take good care of you,
I promise.
Oh, I love this song.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
Excellent.
Toilets, Keith.
I know.
Anyway, here.
- What's that?
- What's it look like?
It looks like a gun.
Why you giving it to me?
Well, so far, we've been pretty much
dealing with misfits and retards.
I worry that the territory we're
getting ourselves into now...
- Might be prudent.
- Yeah.
OK.
You ready?
Yeah.
Cool.
Like over and over,
trying to catch me up,
see if I say something different
to what I said before.
Of course I didn't.
No, I wasn't.
I was cool and inscrutable, mate,
a sphinx.
A sphinx!
You don't know what a sphinx is?
- Jay Shah?
- Yep.
I'll have to call you back, mate.
See you later. What the fuck is this?
We need to ask you
where you got that money.
What money?
The money you were nicked for,
the robbery money.
- And if you ain't forthcoming...
- Like, immediately.
I'm afraid you're gonna endure
some physical discomfort.
Listen, whatever it is you think
I know about this...
Oh, fuck!
I don't think she's shitting you, mate.
Ask him if his cock is hard.
- Would she say "cock"?
- Yeah, remember his sandy one?
- Oh, yeah. That's right.
- Yeah.
Huh.
Jesus, Karen.
Uhh, tell him they're heavy and milky.
What?
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
- You're lactating, don't forget.
That's right. Very good.
Shit!
Oh!
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh... Fuck! Jamie!
Jamie!
Lee!
Get in here!
Wha... what are you doing?
- I need your help. Come over here.
- What the fuck are you doing?
I'm trying to save this woman!
Why is she even down here though? Jesus!
This woman is dying on my fucking table,
Lee. Get over here!
Come on!
This is bullshit!
Come on, where are you?
And again.
- Try fucking "please".
- Jesus, please!
Come on.
There you are.
- You got it?
- Yeah, again.
- Give me a clamp.
- Clamp.
- What, this?
- No, they're scissors. A clamp!
This!
I don't know, do I?
Again. Flush.
Is she OK?
Uh-huh.
You sure?
Yeah, I think so.
Unbelievable.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, Dad.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
Sorry to bother you at work.
Uh, that's OK. What's up?
Well, I was just thinking about tonight,
and, uh, I was wondering
if it would be OK
if I wore Mum's gold earrings.
What, the anniversary ones?
Yeah.
Of course it would.
Oh, OK. Cool.
Why would you even need to ask?
I don't know.
Is that it?
Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
OK. I'll see you later, sweetheart.
OK.
And so where did you meet her?
Who?
The woman. The donor.
Oh, uh...
She was my patient at St Simon's. I knew
she had the same blood type as Beth.
And you asked her to sell you a kidney?
Well, I asked if she'd think about it.
There are other tests to be done.
And what's that in the bin?
- I'm sorry.
- What vital organ
is lying there in the bin?
- Uh, that's a spleen.
- A spleen?
Yeah.
Whose?
Hers.
She also needed that removed, so I said
we could do both at the same time.
- Both things?
- Yeah.
OK.
- Why didn't you tell me that earlier?
- What do you mean?
Why didn't you mention
the spleen removal earlier?
Does that woman know
you're taking her kidney, Daniel?
- Lee.
- What?
Don't be ridiculous.
- What difference would it make?
- What difference?
- Yeah.
- A lot of difference.
I got involved with you. You should've
known how far I was prepared to go.
- Yeah, but... This is wrong!
- How is it wrong?
Because that's
an innocent fucking woman, Daniel!
But what's she lost
she's ever gonna know about?
Huh?
Jesus.
Look, I need to do what I need
to fucking do, Lee. All right?
What was he buying?
What was he buying?
Clive.
You're gonna need
to start talking, fella.
A kidney!
A kidney?
- Yeah.
- For what?
Cos he needed one.
- That in your line of business, is it?
- One of them, yeah.
So who is he? And don't tell me
you have no idea.
I do. I have no fucking idea!
Dr Sutton-Greville.
What'd you say?
He called himself...
Dr Sutton-Greville.
But I think it was a pseudonym.
An alias, you mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you say so.
No. It is an alias
cos that's the word.
- Oh, fine with me.
- What else?
- He... well, he was tall.
- Uh-huh.
- Bald.
- Mm-hmm.
- He was wearing a hat.
- Yeah, right.
How'd you know he was bald then?
Cos I saw him without it.
What kind of hat?
What kind of hat? You know, with a beak.
- Like a baseball cap?
- Yeah, yeah, baseball cap.
- With "Whitesnake" stitched on it.
- "Whitesnake"?
Yeah, but the last few letters
are missing.
What?
- Fuck!
- Lee something, wasn't it?
- Simmons.
- That wasn't him.
Someone close enough
for him to borrow his cap.
- Mmm.
- Unless he stole it.
- Who?
- The bald man.
A Whitesnake cap
with half the name missing? No.
He knows him,
and if that's the case, right?
And the bald man has access
to the money...
Then Lee Simmons has access
to the bald man. And the money.
And our friend Jamie Harris,
if we're lucky.
Give me a kiss.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- What are you doing here?
- Oh, nothing, really.
I just realised I never
said goodbye to Beth.
- Goodbye?
- Well, yeah, properly.
Why would you be saying goodbye, though?
I mean, she's fine.
- She's fine?
- Well, she's recovering, but...
From what?
You don't know?
No.
- Daniel gave her a kidney transplant.
- What?
- When?
- Today.
Today?
And where did he get the kidney from?
It was an ex-patient of his.
Who what, just agreed to give it to him?
Yeah, look, I don't know, Anna.
Ask him yourself. I don't know
what's going on with him anymore.
- Where is he?
- Wha...
He's at his award thing.
Oh, right.
Yeah.
- It's great to hear.
- Yeah, it's good to...
- Really fantastic.
- Yeah. Hi.
- I'm so sorry I'm late.
- You OK?
- Uh, yeah, perfect.
- OK.
- Michael.
- Daniel.
- You ready for this?
- As I'll ever be.
Actually, I couldn't have the briefest
word before we go in, could I?
Sure. Do you mind, sweetheart?
No, of course not. I'll just...
I'll wait there for you.
What's up?
Is everything all right?
- Yeah, why?
- Did you get the money paid?
- Yes, I did. Thank you.
- And... what about the programme?
Uh, the programme,
I start in a couple of weeks.
That's great. I mean, it's important,
these first steps, right?
Absolutely.
- Shall we?
- Mmm.
- Thanks, Michael.
- Proud of you, man.
- See you in there.
- See you in there.
- So...
- So...
Look at you.
- Those earrings look beautiful on you.
- Do they?
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Come on.
- Simply because,
in the 14 years he worked there,
he was the standard of excellence
against which
most of his fellow practitioners
measured themselves.
Other examples I'd like to give
include the respect
and the friendship
that he's always shown to me
and indeed to all his friends
and colleagues at St Simon's.
The generosity and compassion
he exhibits,
far beyond what's required
towards his patients,
something I have witnessed personally
many times over the years.
Anyway, I'll spare him
any further blushes.
It only remains for me to say
that it gives me immeasurable pride
to present the George Manville Award
for Surgical Excellence
to this year's
hugely deserving recipient,
Mr Daniel Milton.
Thank you, Michael, for, uh,
that very generous introduction.
This award...
really does mean an awful lot to me.
I've had some...
difficult times in recent months,
as many of you know.
Anyway, sorry.
I'd like to thank
the British Royal Surgical Association
for this wonderful accolade.
And I'd like to dedicate it
to my wife, Beth.
To the memory of my wife, Beth.
Thank you.
Daniel.
- What are you doing here?
- I went down to the bunker today...
to say a last goodbye to Beth,
and I discovered
that I didn't really quite need to.
- Right.
- Who is she?
- Who?
- Don't ask me who.
Um... her name's Suzanna.
And she's what?
She's a patient of yours?
- Who told you that?
- Lee.
Uh, yeah.
She is. Well, she was.
But how did you get her
to give you a kidney?
Money.
- Right.
- I thought she'd tell me to go to hell...
- But she didn't.
- She didn't.
- But why didn't you tell me about this?
- Daniel.
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
Um, Andrew's leaving, and I thought...
Right. Um, will you give me two minutes?
Just two minutes.
You can't go and apologise?
- No.
- Ask for it back?
Having assaulted a fellow employee?
- You said it was a fight.
- Yeah, but I started it, you know?
- They're not gonna change their minds.
- Right.
So... so, what happens next?
Well...
I don't know, you know?
Sooner or later,
they'll find this place.
How long do you reckon
we'll have?
Well, it might be a while.
It might not be either, you know?
- Better safe.
- Mmm.
So you're not gonna have
a place to hide out anymore.
Forget it.
Sorry your dream ain't gonna happen.
Ahh.
- What do you mean?
- The ultimate shelter.
Oh, I...
All it ever was was a dream.
I don't know, man. I mean, you made it
work pretty well for a while there, Lee.
Had your clinic going.
- Yeah.
- Your vegetable garden.
- Peas are almost ripe.
- Yeah, I saw that.
Some disease research
going down in the lab.
All right, I'm gonna go
and say good night to Michelle.
How you feeling?
Oh, I'm all right.
Am I going to be OK now?
Yes, you're going to be OK now.
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
Her kidneys are failing.
Do you know where
the organs come from?
No!
- Are you Jay Shah?
- Uh-huh.
We have some questions
about your recent bank deposit.
- Would you come?
- Would I come? Yeah, of course.
Understand something, Keith.
That boy is the centre of my life.
She needs to be protected
from actions
that will certainly harm
her and the baby in the long term.
- I can't have the operation.
- You can if I perform it for you.
I'll give you a couple of days grace,
mate. After that, you're gone.
Lee.
Are you in there?
Lee!
Mr Simmons?
Oh, hi, doctor.
I was on my way out, and thought
I'd drop in to see how you're doing.
- How's the breathing?
- Ah, well, about the same.
You doing your exercises?
Trying.
Well, recovery from a punctured lung
takes a while, so have patience.
What's, uh...?
What's SHTF?
"Shit hits the fan."
Of course.
Pretty chilling,
all you were telling me last time.
- What, about bioterrorism?
- Yeah.
Well, it's true. Pandemics have killed
more people than wars, and...
...an airborne one, manufactured or not,
would only take about six months
to infect the entire planet...
which is why, as I've said before,
the possession of certain simple items
and even a small bit of knowledge
could be the difference
between, you know...
living or dying.
Hmm.
You're a... a prepper, right?
- Your philosophy is be ready.
- Mm-hmm.
Have everything in place
for any eventuality.
Absolutely.
So why on earth weren't you
wearing a seat belt?
That's a good question.
Sorry, if you'd rather talk
to someone else about this...
No, no. Not at all. It's...
I don't know. I guess it's that...
million-to-one or whatever situation
where you just...
You forget, you know?
Mmm.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Do you ever feel like God?
- Like God?
- As a surgeon.
I mean, isn't that what they
say it's like sometimes?
Some people, maybe.
- Not you?
- No.
Yeah, but I mean,
it's an exciting job, isn't it?
Sure. Now and then.
It's more what you're about, actually.
Preparation. Knowing before you begin
you've anticipated any surprises
you may encounter
when the patient's on the table.
And are there ever times
when you haven't?
- Absolutely.
- What happens then?
Then you deal with things
the best way you can.
That's when it gets pretty stressful,
you know?
Although...
- What?
- Well, between ourselves,
and, uh, most surgeons
might disagree with this, but, uh...
it's quite thrilling when that happens.
Why?
I suppose
because the stakes are so high.
You're in there,
trying to outdo fate or death.
You make a choice, in the moment, which
could go wrong or cause complications,
so you have to make another choice.
- And so on.
- Exactly.
Well, no, I get you.
But what happens
when you run out of choices?
Well, you don't.
OK.
There's always something else
you can try.
You know what I mean?
I do.
Yeah?
- Sorry to wake you. I need a favour.
- Sure.
I'm trying to contact Lee,
but he's not answering.
Could you tell him
I really need him to get in touch?
- OK.
- Thank you.
- And Daniel?
- Yeah.
What is it?
Could I just say
that I'm really sorry about your wife?
Yeah, well, uh...
that may not quite be over yet.
I need to pick up my daughter.
Tell him to call me.
OK.
- Hi, Mr Lloyd.
- Hi, Katie.
- I haven't seen you in a while.
- I know. Is she here?
- Uh, is she supposed to be?
- What do you mean?
- Who are you looking for?
- Anna.
- Were you supposed to meet her here?
- She works here.
- Not at the moment though.
- What do you mean?
She's on leave.
Hey.
Where are you?
Where am I? I'm at work.
I've just been there.
- Where?
- At Phaxxol, Anna.
He said that they all pinged
off the same towers.
- The messages did.
- That's right.
The only problem was, which ones?
- It was somewhere central or something?
- Yeah, Victoria.
- Embankment down around there, so...
- Oh, shit.
What?
Now we've got proof she's in contact
with him. Why not force her to talk?
I have another idea.
OK.
- It's not strictly by the book.
- I think I already know what it is.
- How?
- I think I have the same idea.
- No, you don't.
- I think I do.
Well, what's your idea?
What's your idea?
Right, um... what do I say?
Uh... tell him you're fine.
- Should I talk about having the baby?
- Why?
Well, would that not be, like,
the first thing she mentioned?
- Yeah, probably, yeah.
- OK. "You're a father."
"I know, Lee told me.
I can't believe it." Lee?
- "Is it a boy or a girl?"
- Oh, fuck.
- What was it?
- Uh, girl?
- Are you sure?
- No.
- Just say a girl, yeah.
- "A beautiful..."
- Why Jemima?
- I like it.
"What a beautiful name." OK.
So does he.
"My God, I can't believe
we created a life together."
"I know, she's like the...
personification of our..."
- Careful, now.
- What?
Let's not start getting too...
- What?
- Whatever, pretentious.
Just... take it out.
- What, "personification"?
- Yeah.
All right.
- Tell me.
- Look, I... I can't.
Why not?
Because I made a promise.
I know it's hard to accept.
But if you...
- Is it a man?
- No.
I can tell by your face that it is.
- How?
- Because you're flushing.
Christ. How can you even now refuse...?
- I'm your partner, Anna.
- I know.
Is it against the law?
Are you in trouble? Tell me something!
I can't! I made a promise. I can't.
I'm sorry.
If you want
this relationship to continue,
and I mean this, Anna,
then you're gonna fucking have to,
- ...OK?
- Well, what is it?
The moment he said that, I just realised
that that's exactly what I wanted.
- For it to be over?
- Yeah.
- Right.
- It's better if I move out of the house
- ...rather than him because...
- No, of course.
I just... I guess I've been re-evaluating
a lot of things in my life,
and especially since Beth's...
her illness, and...
Hmm, well, that's natural, I suppose.
- What do you mean?
- That you would do that,
given how awful it was or how shocking
her death was or whatever.
And then the fact that you
never actually got to say goodbye.
Anyway, like I said,
however long you need to stay...
Where did you say your car was?
Uh, the car's in, uh... in garage.
The brake line's damaged.
Oh, OK.
How you feeling anyway?
- What about?
- About tonight.
- Yeah, good.
- Yeah? You nervous?
Nervous? No, why? Do I seem nervous?
- There's a bit of an energy off you.
- An energy?
- Yeah, an energy.
- OK.
OK.
I think I'm beginning
to regret this already.
- Good.
- Jump in.
And what's it on?
Um, King James and his influence
on Elizabethan theatre.
- Uh-huh.
- Hmm.
And what was that?
Uh, I don't know yet.
Oh, shit.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Uh, yeah, I'm good.
The fuck you talking about?
Why do you keep harassing me?
Because I need more time.
- A couple of days isn't gonna be enough.
- A couple of days is all you get, mate.
- Look, can't we talk about this?
- No, we can't.
Today is Friday.
I'll be down again on Sunday.
- Sunday.
- Yes, Daniel, right...
- Not today?
- Did I say today?
I've got shit to do today, right?
In any case, I don't want
to see you again, to be frank.
I'll be down again on Sunday,
I want you gone by then.
- I don't think that's gonna be possible.
- Daniel.
I want you gone by then.
Lee?
Could I have a word with you
in my office a moment?
Sure.
- You got keys?
- Mm-hmm.
- Cool.
- Cool.
- You know what I think?
- What?
I think we're doing a really good thing.
I do too, Dad.
It's nice to be home again.
- See you later.
- See you later. Bye.
Bye.
- Dr Milton.
- Suzanna.
Yes.
Have you eaten yet?
No, why?
Because it looks like today
might be the day.
- Listen, though, it...
- No. No.
- Look, Jeremy...
- Lee, you don't walk out of a meeting.
- And why were you being aggressive?
- I wasn't!
Well, they said you were.
Said you were effing them blind.
- They're lying then.
- Why would they lie?
I have no idea.
Look, it was an emergency, mate.
What kind of emergency?
An emergency of the heart.
Lee...
I think the time may have come
to end your employment here.
- No.
- What, you don't think I have grounds?
No, please. This... No, Jeremy, please.
This job is my life.
This job so obviously isn't your life,
given your ongoing lack of reliability
initiative or ability
to get on with others.
No, but that's them though.
That's not me!
That's a predictably immature response.
My point is, Lee, your interests
obviously lie elsewhere.
No, they don't, no.
Well, we're in disagreement there.
Don't fire me, Jeremy.
My decision is final, Lee.
You all right, Lee?
Uh, don't mind him.
When apocalypse comes...
the shoe will be on the other foot.
Yeah, the zombie apocalypse.
The zombie apocalypse.
I like that.
What'd you say?
All right, calm down, Lee.
I was joking. Just calm down.
Ahh! Shit!
Ohh, shit!
I... Jeremy! Oh, fuck!
Ow! Th...
Fucking one of you! Ow, shit!
They were talking,
and one of them called me over,
- ...knowing what I'm inside for...
- Yeah.
...and said a guy had been arrested
for being in possession
of notes from the robbery.
- This is the electronics guy?
- Yeah.
Which he told police he'd gotten
from another guy
who'd come into his shop and bought,
like, 100 fucking laptops, right?
Sounds like money laundering.
That's what I thought...
which would mean he knew the guy.
If he's telling the truth
in the first place.
That's what I'm saying. You and Keith,
not being constrained like the cops are,
wouldn't have any problem
making sure he was.
What's the name of the shop?
Don't know.
But the guy's name is Jay Shah.
It's in Ilford, right?
Yeah. So, I mean,
couldn't be that hard to find, could it?
No, I suppose.
- How is he anyway?
- Who?
Keith.
Yeah, no, he's been a great help.
You and he gonna get back together?
- Why would you ask me that?
- I don't know.
You're spending a lot of time together.
- You'd hate that though, wouldn't you?
- No.
I'm not sure about anyone, to be honest.
I mean...
if he was gonna look after you...
Get off!
How are you getting on anyway?
What is it?
They got me cleaning out
their toilets, Ma.
- Who?
- Everyone.
- Oh, love.
- Their filthy, shitty fucking toilets.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You ready?
I think so.
All right.
All right.
Oh.
Yeah.
What was this originally used for?
Uh, well, to be honest,
I'm, uh, not entirely sure.
But it's a clinic now?
That's right.
- Listen, Suzanna, would you excuse me?
- Sure.
I'll be right back.
Of course, if someone's constantly
pushing you, you're gonna react.
A lot of shit going on in my life
at the moment. Excuse the language.
It's all betrayals.
Is it any wonder that I'm temperamental?
And of course, there's this enterprise
that depended on me having this job,
and now that I've lost it,
I'm gonna have to... Fuck.
...shut the fucking thing down,
you know?
After the time I've spent, the work...
So it's the language, is it?
Could you just be quiet for a moment
and allow me to concentrate?
Of course. Sure.
Thank you.
You OK?
May I ask you something?
Sure.
Wouldn't there normally be, um...
other people assisting you?
Normally, yes.
But spleen removal can be carried out
by a surgeon alone.
Mmm.
Are you having second thoughts?
I don't know, maybe.
- I just...
- You're scared.
A little bit, yes.
Well, we... we don't have
to do this, Suzanna.
Just say the word, I'll take you home.
Yeah, but then?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I'll take good care of you,
I promise.
Oh, I love this song.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
Excellent.
Toilets, Keith.
I know.
Anyway, here.
- What's that?
- What's it look like?
It looks like a gun.
Why you giving it to me?
Well, so far, we've been pretty much
dealing with misfits and retards.
I worry that the territory we're
getting ourselves into now...
- Might be prudent.
- Yeah.
OK.
You ready?
Yeah.
Cool.
Like over and over,
trying to catch me up,
see if I say something different
to what I said before.
Of course I didn't.
No, I wasn't.
I was cool and inscrutable, mate,
a sphinx.
A sphinx!
You don't know what a sphinx is?
- Jay Shah?
- Yep.
I'll have to call you back, mate.
See you later. What the fuck is this?
We need to ask you
where you got that money.
What money?
The money you were nicked for,
the robbery money.
- And if you ain't forthcoming...
- Like, immediately.
I'm afraid you're gonna endure
some physical discomfort.
Listen, whatever it is you think
I know about this...
Oh, fuck!
I don't think she's shitting you, mate.
Ask him if his cock is hard.
- Would she say "cock"?
- Yeah, remember his sandy one?
- Oh, yeah. That's right.
- Yeah.
Huh.
Jesus, Karen.
Uhh, tell him they're heavy and milky.
What?
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
- You're lactating, don't forget.
That's right. Very good.
Shit!
Oh!
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh... Fuck! Jamie!
Jamie!
Lee!
Get in here!
Wha... what are you doing?
- I need your help. Come over here.
- What the fuck are you doing?
I'm trying to save this woman!
Why is she even down here though? Jesus!
This woman is dying on my fucking table,
Lee. Get over here!
Come on!
This is bullshit!
Come on, where are you?
And again.
- Try fucking "please".
- Jesus, please!
Come on.
There you are.
- You got it?
- Yeah, again.
- Give me a clamp.
- Clamp.
- What, this?
- No, they're scissors. A clamp!
This!
I don't know, do I?
Again. Flush.
Is she OK?
Uh-huh.
You sure?
Yeah, I think so.
Unbelievable.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, Dad.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
Sorry to bother you at work.
Uh, that's OK. What's up?
Well, I was just thinking about tonight,
and, uh, I was wondering
if it would be OK
if I wore Mum's gold earrings.
What, the anniversary ones?
Yeah.
Of course it would.
Oh, OK. Cool.
Why would you even need to ask?
I don't know.
Is that it?
Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
OK. I'll see you later, sweetheart.
OK.
And so where did you meet her?
Who?
The woman. The donor.
Oh, uh...
She was my patient at St Simon's. I knew
she had the same blood type as Beth.
And you asked her to sell you a kidney?
Well, I asked if she'd think about it.
There are other tests to be done.
And what's that in the bin?
- I'm sorry.
- What vital organ
is lying there in the bin?
- Uh, that's a spleen.
- A spleen?
Yeah.
Whose?
Hers.
She also needed that removed, so I said
we could do both at the same time.
- Both things?
- Yeah.
OK.
- Why didn't you tell me that earlier?
- What do you mean?
Why didn't you mention
the spleen removal earlier?
Does that woman know
you're taking her kidney, Daniel?
- Lee.
- What?
Don't be ridiculous.
- What difference would it make?
- What difference?
- Yeah.
- A lot of difference.
I got involved with you. You should've
known how far I was prepared to go.
- Yeah, but... This is wrong!
- How is it wrong?
Because that's
an innocent fucking woman, Daniel!
But what's she lost
she's ever gonna know about?
Huh?
Jesus.
Look, I need to do what I need
to fucking do, Lee. All right?
What was he buying?
What was he buying?
Clive.
You're gonna need
to start talking, fella.
A kidney!
A kidney?
- Yeah.
- For what?
Cos he needed one.
- That in your line of business, is it?
- One of them, yeah.
So who is he? And don't tell me
you have no idea.
I do. I have no fucking idea!
Dr Sutton-Greville.
What'd you say?
He called himself...
Dr Sutton-Greville.
But I think it was a pseudonym.
An alias, you mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you say so.
No. It is an alias
cos that's the word.
- Oh, fine with me.
- What else?
- He... well, he was tall.
- Uh-huh.
- Bald.
- Mm-hmm.
- He was wearing a hat.
- Yeah, right.
How'd you know he was bald then?
Cos I saw him without it.
What kind of hat?
What kind of hat? You know, with a beak.
- Like a baseball cap?
- Yeah, yeah, baseball cap.
- With "Whitesnake" stitched on it.
- "Whitesnake"?
Yeah, but the last few letters
are missing.
What?
- Fuck!
- Lee something, wasn't it?
- Simmons.
- That wasn't him.
Someone close enough
for him to borrow his cap.
- Mmm.
- Unless he stole it.
- Who?
- The bald man.
A Whitesnake cap
with half the name missing? No.
He knows him,
and if that's the case, right?
And the bald man has access
to the money...
Then Lee Simmons has access
to the bald man. And the money.
And our friend Jamie Harris,
if we're lucky.
Give me a kiss.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- What are you doing here?
- Oh, nothing, really.
I just realised I never
said goodbye to Beth.
- Goodbye?
- Well, yeah, properly.
Why would you be saying goodbye, though?
I mean, she's fine.
- She's fine?
- Well, she's recovering, but...
From what?
You don't know?
No.
- Daniel gave her a kidney transplant.
- What?
- When?
- Today.
Today?
And where did he get the kidney from?
It was an ex-patient of his.
Who what, just agreed to give it to him?
Yeah, look, I don't know, Anna.
Ask him yourself. I don't know
what's going on with him anymore.
- Where is he?
- Wha...
He's at his award thing.
Oh, right.
Yeah.
- It's great to hear.
- Yeah, it's good to...
- Really fantastic.
- Yeah. Hi.
- I'm so sorry I'm late.
- You OK?
- Uh, yeah, perfect.
- OK.
- Michael.
- Daniel.
- You ready for this?
- As I'll ever be.
Actually, I couldn't have the briefest
word before we go in, could I?
Sure. Do you mind, sweetheart?
No, of course not. I'll just...
I'll wait there for you.
What's up?
Is everything all right?
- Yeah, why?
- Did you get the money paid?
- Yes, I did. Thank you.
- And... what about the programme?
Uh, the programme,
I start in a couple of weeks.
That's great. I mean, it's important,
these first steps, right?
Absolutely.
- Shall we?
- Mmm.
- Thanks, Michael.
- Proud of you, man.
- See you in there.
- See you in there.
- So...
- So...
Look at you.
- Those earrings look beautiful on you.
- Do they?
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Come on.
- Simply because,
in the 14 years he worked there,
he was the standard of excellence
against which
most of his fellow practitioners
measured themselves.
Other examples I'd like to give
include the respect
and the friendship
that he's always shown to me
and indeed to all his friends
and colleagues at St Simon's.
The generosity and compassion
he exhibits,
far beyond what's required
towards his patients,
something I have witnessed personally
many times over the years.
Anyway, I'll spare him
any further blushes.
It only remains for me to say
that it gives me immeasurable pride
to present the George Manville Award
for Surgical Excellence
to this year's
hugely deserving recipient,
Mr Daniel Milton.
Thank you, Michael, for, uh,
that very generous introduction.
This award...
really does mean an awful lot to me.
I've had some...
difficult times in recent months,
as many of you know.
Anyway, sorry.
I'd like to thank
the British Royal Surgical Association
for this wonderful accolade.
And I'd like to dedicate it
to my wife, Beth.
To the memory of my wife, Beth.
Thank you.
Daniel.
- What are you doing here?
- I went down to the bunker today...
to say a last goodbye to Beth,
and I discovered
that I didn't really quite need to.
- Right.
- Who is she?
- Who?
- Don't ask me who.
Um... her name's Suzanna.
And she's what?
She's a patient of yours?
- Who told you that?
- Lee.
Uh, yeah.
She is. Well, she was.
But how did you get her
to give you a kidney?
Money.
- Right.
- I thought she'd tell me to go to hell...
- But she didn't.
- She didn't.
- But why didn't you tell me about this?
- Daniel.
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
Um, Andrew's leaving, and I thought...
Right. Um, will you give me two minutes?
Just two minutes.
You can't go and apologise?
- No.
- Ask for it back?
Having assaulted a fellow employee?
- You said it was a fight.
- Yeah, but I started it, you know?
- They're not gonna change their minds.
- Right.
So... so, what happens next?
Well...
I don't know, you know?
Sooner or later,
they'll find this place.
How long do you reckon
we'll have?
Well, it might be a while.
It might not be either, you know?
- Better safe.
- Mmm.
So you're not gonna have
a place to hide out anymore.
Forget it.
Sorry your dream ain't gonna happen.
Ahh.
- What do you mean?
- The ultimate shelter.
Oh, I...
All it ever was was a dream.
I don't know, man. I mean, you made it
work pretty well for a while there, Lee.
Had your clinic going.
- Yeah.
- Your vegetable garden.
- Peas are almost ripe.
- Yeah, I saw that.
Some disease research
going down in the lab.
All right, I'm gonna go
and say good night to Michelle.
How you feeling?
Oh, I'm all right.
Am I going to be OK now?
Yes, you're going to be OK now.
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.