The Good Karma Hospital (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
A muscular young man, totally nude and suffering from amnesia, is dragged from the sea and taken to the Good Karma hospital, where he gives no clues to his identity. Ultimately Lydia discovers his name and his secret and, helped by Ruby, makes him face up to his situation. Ruby also visits a village school to give the children their medicals and is asked by teacher Anton Karkik for a date, which she turns down, and to help pupil Vijay, who is withdrawn and under-sized for his age. This leads Ruby to a confrontation with his single mother and the discovery of an incident in Gabriel's past. Gabriel himself races against time to collect the serum to save a roguish snake-charmer bitten by one of his animals and almost fails, following a road accident, whilst Maggie decides that she wants to die in India.
Vikram!
That's it?
Big full moon parties going on
all down the coast.
Demand is up,
so the supply is down.
You know I've always been
your best customer, Vikram.
That's what they all say.
Do you want this or not?
Yes. Yes, I want it all.
Just give me a minute, will you?
He's alive. He's breathing!
Come on!
Get him out of the water!
Come on.
Can you help me here, buddy?
That's good.
Treat her like a lover
and she won't want to fight you.
I thought you said
you could drive.
I can. Cars!
Sensible little cars with pedals
and automatic climate controls.
More throttle. And this time,
ease the clutch out gently.
Er...or you could always
ride pillion.
A lot of girls prefer it?
Right.
Clutch...
and down.
3,000 revs.
Clutch...
Male, early 30s,
found face down in the sand.
Lungs are clear - no sign of any
pulmonary oedema. He's lucky.
- Does he have a name?
- Nothing was on the beach.
- No bag or wallet.
- Probably a tourist.
Early morning swim gone wrong.
People underestimate
the currents.
Most of them
are never seen again.
A ray of sunshine as ever,
Dr Varma.
Gorgeous and lucky.
An ideal combination.
Can we say that
about a patient?
A medical observation,
Dr Walker, nothing more.
From the definition
of his rectus abdominis,
it's obvious he
takes care of himself.
I think these days
they call it a six pack.
His identity will have to wait
till he comes round,
or someone arrives to claim him.
It can't be every day
you misplace an Adonis.
Even on a full moon.
It's not just about the party.
- I don't get how that's...
- Well, strange things happen.
You know, things even
I can't explain - seriously.
Do stop it!
Dr Walker isn't a beach shack
seduction - she's here to work!
She's not interested in
ridiculous superstition.
This way, Dr Walker.
If you can tear your eyes away
from his abdominals,
I have a job for you.
Dr Varma.
I'm assuming you've done
a school check before?
Actually, no.
In England, the GP did it,
but I did community work.
Small children are equally
disgusting the world over.
Dr Varma here will help with
any communication issues.
I'm quite capable of doing this
myself. It will be easier.
But not as educational
for Dr Walker.
How are
the language lessons going?
Namaskaram!
Ente peru Ruby ennannu.
Not bad, but the accent
is truly appalling.
Still, I suppose Mumbai
wasn't built in a day.
If Dr Varma would rather go
alone, I really don't mind.
Whether this is nascent sexual
tension or genuine dislike,
in this hospital we must all
find a way to work together,
whether we like it or not.
Make sure to check
the boys' testicles.
As I recall,
two is the magic number.
Is a blessing really necessary?
On these roads, you need
all the help you can get.
Should we have a lighter that
close to the petrol tank?
Ready?
OK, consider yourself blessed.
I've asked both Ganesh
and Vishnu to protect you.
If you insist on
driving in India,
two gods
are better than one.
Be safe!
I don't see why we need
to involve him.
We have an unidentified person
on the ward.
And involving the police will
simply complicate the matter.
Inspector Gomez...
..is a hare-brained ignoramus
whose only saving grace
is that he's eating himself
into an early grave.
Who, despite all that,
is in a position of authority.
Our mystery man
will come round soon enough.
- And what if he doesn't?
- Sorry.
Dr Fonseca. I thought you'd want
to know. He's awake.
How many now?
Three.
Your brain appears to function,
at least at a basic level.
Now all we need is a name.
Sorry?
They found you on the beach.
No identification.
So we have no idea who you are.
Just go around it!
Or run him over, I don't care.
It's only a python.
It's harmless.
They can swallow a small dog
but even pythons draw the line
at English doctors.
Funny!
Or you can turn around
and go back home.
Keep on going
till you get back to England.
Do you know you're very rude?
Disrespectful, in fact.
But it's not gonna work.
Are you on holiday? Travelling?
I'm trying. I...just don't know.
The accent, can you place it?
Unhelpfully international.
What's wrong with me?
Physically, zero.
Vous êtes francais, peut-etre?
Wie heisst du?
So you're really telling us
you don't remember anything,
that you have no memory
of your life before now?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
So...your call.
Heads for pricks,
tails for balls.
Tails?
Tails it is.
So I'll do the vaccinations.
And the balls are all yours.
Dr Varma usually
comes by himself.
He must be glad of the help.
You'd think so, wouldn't you?
I've always found him
most professional.
Perhaps he's worried that the
children will like you more.
Maybe we should get down
to business.
First I'll need
to examine the boys,
make sure they're all...
developing correctly.
Of course.
Er...
I was thinking
maybe one at a time?
That's a lot of tiny balls
for one morning.
They're cute -
the boys, not the balls.
Are they always
this well behaved?
Without fail.
Because they hold their esteemed
teacher in such high regard.
Or the fact I promised them
they could all skip mathematics
if they kept quiet.
- That's bribery, surely?
- This is India, Dr Walker.
A bit of baksheesh now and then
makes our lives a little easier.
I'm surprised
this is your first visit here.
Don't you have relatives,
family?
Possibly. Probably?
My mother's English but my
father was born in Mumbai.
They met back home
but he left when I was a baby.
So you've never even met him?
And you believe
he returned to India?
I don't think anyone knows.
Excuse me.
Hey!
Nothing?
Profound
and total memory loss.
I can see how that would make
it difficult to identify him.
Yes, but what are you actually
going to do,
apart from standing here
littering my office,
masticating like a bovine?
Well, if there's no crime
been committed...
First we must follow
the approved procedure.
A formal missing persons report,
then full state notification.
We should have a preliminary
answer within a week or so.
A week! Ridiculous!
My patient doesn't have a week!
I need an answer today.
Here's a thought - why don't you
go and find out who he is?
Ask questions, look for clues.
You have six hours.
And give me that chocolate,
you're too fat!
No wonder your
blood pressure's sky high.
What are you waiting for?
Go!
Hello?
How can I... Not again!
This bastard just bit me.
Where this time?
Just now, behind the old bakery.
Where on your body?
On my leg. Here.
Must have sneaked up behind me.
The place is crawling!
It's the grain brings the rats,
the rats bring the snakes.
And the snakes bring Juan
Gonzalo, the snake catcher.
Only now, they're biting back!
- May I see it, please?
- Yeah.
The snake.
Here.
- Russell's viper?
- Correct.
I blame it on the full moon.
Always makes them
more aggressive.
- Russell's viper...
- I'll fetch the antivenom.
Thank you.
Yet again, Juan.
Senor Gonzalo.
I'm Ram Nair.
I'm the senior doctor here.
Along with Dr Fonseca.
I know the good doctor.
May we take a look
at your leg, please?
Yes.
Is there a problem?
Yes, I understand.
I'm on my way.
Hey, where you going?
We've run out of
antivenom again.
I need to fetch some
from the Dhoni Clinic.
You need to get back on your
own. Think you can handle that?
I'm sure I'll cope. About the...
boy you were talking to...
You're being abandoned?
There was an emergency.
But I think we were pretty much
finished here.
I was going to ask Dr Varma.
Could you take a look at someone
for me before you leave?
A child I have
some concerns about.
He's been falling behind
in class, losing weight too.
- Yeah, of course.
- Vijay!
You're Dr Varma's friend,
aren't you?
Doctors are like rats.
One could be
just passing through.
Two, mean you've definitely
got a problem.
I mean, usually
you just jab me in the back
and send me back to work.
There's no antivenom left.
The nearest supply
is in the city.
We're doing our best to get you
some as soon as possible.
I... I see.
Well, in that case...
..I'd like you to call
this number, please.
Please.
Well, his examination is normal,
but I agree,
he seems small for his age.
Any other symptoms?
He falls asleep
in class sometimes.
Sometimes has abdominal pains.
I think he's hungry.
What about his parents?
Are they concerned too?
That's part of the problem. I
understand the father is absent.
I tried Vijay's mother
but she doesn't respond.
- Does she live nearby?
- The next village.
I think she has a stall
at the local flea market.
I should take some blood tests.
Normally we check with parents,
but in the circumstances...
Please...
Nanni.
- What did he say?
- That he is brave.
Also that your accent is funny.
These are lovely, Paul.
Yes, I'll take them.
They're only 200.
Nanni. Put them
in that black bag there.
There's another stall I just
want to have a quick look at.
Nice colour. OK.
Beautiful.
This is our highest quality
garment.
It's really lovely.
But I've spent so much
already today.
My husband will have my guts
for garters.
But this is your perfect colour.
Surely your husband
will see that immediately?
You're not wrong.
And they do say
you only live once?
Actually, Hindus believe
we all live many lives.
Sir! Insect!
Insect in your ear!
- Please! Huge one!
- What? Where? Christ!
OK, sir. Gone now!
I take away. Please!
- Please! Please!
- Get out of here!
I'm sorry.
Little conman!
Let me help you, sir.
No, don't worry. It's fine.
I can do it.
Not more?
I'll give you a twirl.
I'll let you know as soon
as we get the results.
Thank you.
- It's the full moon tonight.
- I know!
Weird things happen, right?
Magic in the air,
the dead walk the earth.
Everyone round here
goes to Greg's.
If you're free tonight...
Sounds fun but I was thinking
of hitting the phrase book.
Lydia wants me fluent
by the end of the month.
It's more original than
the hair-washing excuse.
Clearly I meet a lot of women
who have dirty hair.
No excuses, honestly.
Plus...
- It's a long story.
- The best kind.
I'm sort of getting
over someone.
On my own.
I understand.
A broken heart
needs time to mend.
And perhaps a little distance?
Thank you for helping Vijay.
- Let me know what you find.
- Of course.
I guess
that might've been my fault.
I can give you a lift.
- OK?
- Yeah.
Move over, Vishnu.
What are you doing in my home?
Who are you?
I'm Dr Walker.
Ruby Walker,
from the hos...pital.
You did this?
It's simply a routine
blood sample.
I know we should have asked
your permission first.
Of course, it might just be
simple failure to thrive.
You know how I feel about
those vultures!
But I'm concerned
the child is neglected.
- I want to know who let him in!
- Senor Gonzalo insisted.
- Dr Fonseca!
- Will you just wait?
I can only be furious
about one thing at a time!
You, out!
Now!
Senor Gonzalo asked me
to hear his last confession.
Did he now? Then, in that case,
I'll save you both a job.
All this man's done for the last
ten years is gamble,
kill snakes and drink too much
coconut feni on a Friday night.
He also cheats at gin rummy
but thinks no one notices.
- That's a lie! I never cheat!
- Get out of my hospital.
- Say three Hail Marys and a...
- Out!
Give me your hand.
Now you listen to me,
Juan Gonzalo.
Dr Varma will get
the antivenom here in time.
You will die only when
I tell you that you can die
and not a minute before,
do you understand?
Good.
Increase the fluids.
Another dose of steroids.
- And no more priests!
- Yes, Dr Fonseca.
- Where is Dr Varma?
- I'll call him now.
Nanni.
Hey! Hey, hey!
Hey!
Total amnesia. Remarkable.
I haven't seen a case like that
since 1987.
He really has no idea who he is?
So it seems.
The police are investigating,
if you can dignify it
with that label.
Why don't you go and talk
to him, Dr Walker?
You're a similar age.
See what you can find out.
What exactly
do you want me to do?
Examine, chat, interrogate.
Just make him open up.
Use your feminine wiles.
About the child
at the school...
And then come and find me!
What is it telling you, exactly?
I'm testing your pupil reaction.
Also, it looks professional.
You're sure
you're a real doctor?
Honestly?
It isn't really my area but the
boss asked me to examine you.
I need to make it look good,
so...
Just go with it, OK?
So what is your area?
Paediatrics - kids.
At least it was.
Now I'm meant to turn my hand to
anything. In a foreign language.
So do you remember anything?
Parents?
Friends?
- Nothing.
- Aren't you scared?
I would be.
The other doctor said it usually
comes back...eventually.
But what if it doesn't?
Would that be such a bad thing?
I'd be scared. I mean...
My life hasn't exactly
been perfect, but...
..I'd want to know it happened.
But haven't you ever dreamed
of a new life?
To just wipe the slate clean,
start again?
Sometimes the past isn't
something you want back.
Something doesn't quite add up.
Which is?
I'm not sure.
It's just a feeling.
The woman who works in the
corner shop has feelings.
Doctors work in specifics.
Well?
If you lost your life,
everything that makes you
who you are,
wouldn't you want it back,
more than anything else
in the world?
- Precisely.
- Dr Fonseca!
We'll make a real doctor
of you yet.
Get me 200 milligrams
of hydrocortisone.
- We'll need some adrenaline.
- Magdalena! Is that you?
It's his late wife.
He keeps asking for her.
What the hell's keeping
Dr Varma?
Hurry up with those steroids,
please.
And get that priest back.
I commend you, my dear brother,
to Almighty God,
and entrust you
to your Creator.
May you return to Him who formed
you from the dust of the earth.
May the holy Virgin Mary,
the angels, and all the saints
come to meet you,
as you go forth...
Where the hell have you been?
What happens now?
We wait.
And pray.
Come!
I've given you a whole day.
How much time do you need?
The correct procedures
must be adhered too.
Typical man.
Obsessed with rules and
incapable of getting results.
Dr Fonseca,
I must formally protest.
To regard all men
as equally useless
is prejudice at its most vile.
You had your chance
and found nothing.
And don't you
lecture me on prejudice.
We women, as usual, will have
to deal with this ourselves.
You can't just retire.
What about my alcohol supply?
Old men must make way for youth.
Dr Fonseca.
Can I get you a drink?
Anyone who drinks before 6pm
is a dipsomaniac.
You insult both my customers
and my business model.
I need your help.
He's really got no memory?
He says his mind
is a complete blank.
I want you to talk to him.
You have a lot in common.
I've heard nothing round here.
Could ask around again,
find some people
further up the coast,
if I wasn't so busy today.
Come on. You'll be doing
a vital public service!
And you're asking
an idiot man like me?
Indication of my desperation.
If you weren't so nice to me,
I might take off...
Careful. There are plenty more
options, you know.
Yet night after night, you
consistently refuse them.
I don't pretend to understand,
Dr Fonseca.
I just lie back
and think of England.
Are you refusing to help me?
I didn't say that.
Perhaps there's something
you could do for me first.
Vikram?
Vikram?
Age-related
cervical spondylosis.
Retirement is the only option.
That's your advice?
You'll have to get your booze
from a legitimate wholesaler.
- Where did you get that?
- Found it on the beach today.
I can't read it.
I think it's Russian.
That's not Russian,
that's Hebrew.
I need to take this.
Or we can discuss my fee?
Thank you.
He's Israeli.
Private Silver?
I think you'd better start
talking, don't you?
I threw this in the water.
I thought I was done
with the Army.
My unit has been here
for a week on leave.
Yesterday was my last night.
Suddenly, I just knew that
I couldn't go back there.
I knew I couldn't be a soldier
any more.
I'd asked to be released
but they told me
it would be impossible.
So I went to the beach.
I wanted to walk, to think.
Then I saw the moon.
It was as if it was
calling out to me.
And in that moment,
it felt like the only answer.
You wanted to die?
I think I did...
..last night.
I don't believe in God.
Something saved me.
Something wanted me to live
and to leave the past behind.
A new life.
All I had to do
was forget the old one.
Do you have a family
back home?
A mother in Tel Aviv,
a sister...
And they love you, this family?
Yes, they do.
Do you think they'll forget you?
It's my choice...
my life.
Will your mum forget you when
she walks down the street?
Or will she stare at every young
man, willing them to be her son?
Or will she wait by the phone,
hoping and praying to get a call
telling her that her missing son
has been found safe and well?
People here say there's
a little magic in the full moon.
I say it's nonsense
and superstition,
but just maybe I'm wrong.
Just maybe
you're the living proof.
Too many lost souls
go missing in this world.
Don't be one of them.
If the full moon saved you, then
maybe it saved you for a reason.
To go home again.
Here.
You sensed it too.
No real panic, no emotion.
Because he was faking.
We just had to prove it.
Medicine is more than lists
and tables, Dr Walker.
The real skill is to learn
how to read their minds.
- What will they do to him?
- Counselling, I expect.
Or a military prison.
One of the two.
You don't care?
We all make bad decisions
in life.
Just don't compound the error.
- The money you gave my son.
- What's going on?
- 200, 250...
- It's the boy from the school.
The one I was trying
to talk to you about.
How dare you touch my son
with that money?
He gave her that money
to buy food for Vijay, I think.
Perhaps he's attempting
to atone.
Doctor Fonseca?
It's Mr Gonzalo.
Thank you.
What the hell is he doing here?
You took bloods without consent?
His teacher was concerned
about him.
Weight loss, failure to thrive,
I just did some basic screening.
We need parental consent for all
medical procedures whatsoever.
The rules are as strict here
as in the UK.
Even if I believe it was
in his best interests?
You know nothing about
the family circumstances.
I saw you.
I saw you give him that money
and I saw her throw it back
in your face.
Why?
That is none of your business.
Dr Varma?
Nanni.
Our appointment?
I know you're a busy man,
but I haven't got time to sit
twiddling my thumbs.
Come.
So your brain tumour is called
Anaplastic astrocytoma.
Now it's not suitable
for surgery.
You have declined radiotherapy.
So median survival
in cases like yours is...
Six months to a year.
I don't want to go home.
If I stay, I need to know
you can help me.
This is a complex condition.
As a doctor,
I'd have to recommend
that you return home
and be cared for by specialists.
What if I refuse to go?
What if I refuse to help you?
If ifs and buts
were pots and pans,
we'd have no need for tinkers.
I'm sorry, I have absolutely
no idea what you just said.
I have fallen in love,
Dr Varma.
With this place.
With India.
I've lived on this planet
for over 60 years
and I never knew a heaven
like this even existed.
I need to know
you understand the risk.
The treatment we can offer you
here is basic.
Now, if there's an emergency,
we may not be able to help.
And if that happens...
you will die here.
That's the plan.
Ssh.
Don't tell anyone.
I understand.
Help me. Please.
What does your husband
think about this,
about staying in Barco?
He's behind me 150 per cent.
So...do we have a deal, then?
Against my better judgment...
yes.
See? I'm gonna get it all in.
I know you thought you'd defeat
me, but guess what?
You can fold your way
out of any crisis.
What?
I don't understand.
What have we got to go back to?
I mean, really?
Home, family.
NH bloody S.
I've checked. The local hospital
will take care of me.
Great.
That's fine, then.
Silly me,
worrying about nothing.
You know I hate it
when you're sarcastic.
And I hate it when you get
diagnosed with a brain tumour
and decide on a whim
to stay in bloody India!
Christ! Bollocks!
I just don't get it.
What's this about, Maggie?
Make me understand
what the hell this is about.
You remember that time when we
went to the South of France
on the back of that...
damned motorbike?
'72.
'73.
And three miles outside Lyon,
I told you I was pregnant.
And you didn't say a word.
Just put your helmet on
and we set off.
Then at the next stop,
you asked me to marry you.
I remember.
I loved that trip.
But that was the last time...
it was just you and me.
The two of us together.
Like the rest of the world
didn't exist.
Then it was...
the kids, family,
your bloody mother.
But you and me...
was how it all started.
And you and me...
..is how I want it to end.
Together.
Please.
You know how much
this bloody place costs?
We can't afford to stay here.
Don't worry.
I've thought of that already.
What do you think?
Lovely.
Look at this.
Coming through. Yeah.
So how did you manage
to replace me?
I called for an ambulance.
- So?
- Waved me across the border.
I told them they could
look inside
but only if I vaccinated
them all for Lydia Fever first.
- Lydia Fever?
- I made it up. Deadly, no cure.
Tell me about it.
Right.
Champagne!
One beer, one pina colada.
Fully loaded. I've gone legit.
Everything imported
fair and square.
Of course, now I'm losing
money on the deal.
Sometimes life has a way of
rewarding the virtuous.
What's the matter with you?
I'm still worried about Vijay
and Dr Varma.
It was nearly five years ago.
Vijay's father was
an extremely anxious man,
always at the hospital,
complaining of one spurious
malady or another.
Always nothing.
This time it was
lower abdominal pain.
Gabriel didn't consider it
serious, sent him away.
- His wife was with him.
- I met her.
She called her husband lots of
names and dragged him home.
Next morning, she found him dead
from a ruptured appendix.
As you can imagine,
Gabriel took it very hard.
A wife without a husband,
a fatherless child.
And she blames him.
We doctors can bury
our mistakes,
it doesn't mean
we can ever forget them.
I'm gonna...
Hi.
I erm...spoke to Lydia.
She told me about Vijay's dad.
She shouldn't have told you.
Well, I'm glad she did.
In case you hadn't noticed,
this is an official apology.
I was younger, I was arrogant.
I thought I knew everything.
Unlike now, right?
We all get it wrong sometimes.
Vijay's mum shouldn't blame you.
Well, I disagree.
Thanks to me,
her husband is dead.
Our actions have consequences.
Sometimes there are no excuses.
How's the study?
I was er...sort of persuaded.
So I see.
Can I get you a beer?
- You're alone?
- Yeah, looks that way.
And this is what I call
a Full Moon Fandango.
Enjoy! Love in a glass.
Cheers.
Be gentle with him.
Evening.
Morning!
Pina Colada.
Guaranteed hangover-proof.
I'll try and keep that in mind.
And to stay on speaking terms
with your liver,
avoid the Mumbai Scotch.
Greg swore
it was ten years old.
There's one born every minute,
Dr Varma.
However,
your nocturnal activities
are none of my business.
Here are the blood results
to be checked and filed.
Whilst the analgesia
takes effect,
you can both meet me
on the wards.
- What do you want?
- Can I come in?
It's about Vijay.
Dr Walker.
Vijay is intolerant to gluten.
It explains everything -
the weight loss,
lack of concentration.
Coeliac disease
is unusual in India
but not unknown.
- You told her?
- First thing.
She seemed happy.
She didn't slam the door
in my face.
"Well done, Dr Walker.
Nice work back there.
Congratulations."
How is she?
Well...
The odds were against it, but...
..I think she's going
to pull through.
That's it?
Big full moon parties going on
all down the coast.
Demand is up,
so the supply is down.
You know I've always been
your best customer, Vikram.
That's what they all say.
Do you want this or not?
Yes. Yes, I want it all.
Just give me a minute, will you?
He's alive. He's breathing!
Come on!
Get him out of the water!
Come on.
Can you help me here, buddy?
That's good.
Treat her like a lover
and she won't want to fight you.
I thought you said
you could drive.
I can. Cars!
Sensible little cars with pedals
and automatic climate controls.
More throttle. And this time,
ease the clutch out gently.
Er...or you could always
ride pillion.
A lot of girls prefer it?
Right.
Clutch...
and down.
3,000 revs.
Clutch...
Male, early 30s,
found face down in the sand.
Lungs are clear - no sign of any
pulmonary oedema. He's lucky.
- Does he have a name?
- Nothing was on the beach.
- No bag or wallet.
- Probably a tourist.
Early morning swim gone wrong.
People underestimate
the currents.
Most of them
are never seen again.
A ray of sunshine as ever,
Dr Varma.
Gorgeous and lucky.
An ideal combination.
Can we say that
about a patient?
A medical observation,
Dr Walker, nothing more.
From the definition
of his rectus abdominis,
it's obvious he
takes care of himself.
I think these days
they call it a six pack.
His identity will have to wait
till he comes round,
or someone arrives to claim him.
It can't be every day
you misplace an Adonis.
Even on a full moon.
It's not just about the party.
- I don't get how that's...
- Well, strange things happen.
You know, things even
I can't explain - seriously.
Do stop it!
Dr Walker isn't a beach shack
seduction - she's here to work!
She's not interested in
ridiculous superstition.
This way, Dr Walker.
If you can tear your eyes away
from his abdominals,
I have a job for you.
Dr Varma.
I'm assuming you've done
a school check before?
Actually, no.
In England, the GP did it,
but I did community work.
Small children are equally
disgusting the world over.
Dr Varma here will help with
any communication issues.
I'm quite capable of doing this
myself. It will be easier.
But not as educational
for Dr Walker.
How are
the language lessons going?
Namaskaram!
Ente peru Ruby ennannu.
Not bad, but the accent
is truly appalling.
Still, I suppose Mumbai
wasn't built in a day.
If Dr Varma would rather go
alone, I really don't mind.
Whether this is nascent sexual
tension or genuine dislike,
in this hospital we must all
find a way to work together,
whether we like it or not.
Make sure to check
the boys' testicles.
As I recall,
two is the magic number.
Is a blessing really necessary?
On these roads, you need
all the help you can get.
Should we have a lighter that
close to the petrol tank?
Ready?
OK, consider yourself blessed.
I've asked both Ganesh
and Vishnu to protect you.
If you insist on
driving in India,
two gods
are better than one.
Be safe!
I don't see why we need
to involve him.
We have an unidentified person
on the ward.
And involving the police will
simply complicate the matter.
Inspector Gomez...
..is a hare-brained ignoramus
whose only saving grace
is that he's eating himself
into an early grave.
Who, despite all that,
is in a position of authority.
Our mystery man
will come round soon enough.
- And what if he doesn't?
- Sorry.
Dr Fonseca. I thought you'd want
to know. He's awake.
How many now?
Three.
Your brain appears to function,
at least at a basic level.
Now all we need is a name.
Sorry?
They found you on the beach.
No identification.
So we have no idea who you are.
Just go around it!
Or run him over, I don't care.
It's only a python.
It's harmless.
They can swallow a small dog
but even pythons draw the line
at English doctors.
Funny!
Or you can turn around
and go back home.
Keep on going
till you get back to England.
Do you know you're very rude?
Disrespectful, in fact.
But it's not gonna work.
Are you on holiday? Travelling?
I'm trying. I...just don't know.
The accent, can you place it?
Unhelpfully international.
What's wrong with me?
Physically, zero.
Vous êtes francais, peut-etre?
Wie heisst du?
So you're really telling us
you don't remember anything,
that you have no memory
of your life before now?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
So...your call.
Heads for pricks,
tails for balls.
Tails?
Tails it is.
So I'll do the vaccinations.
And the balls are all yours.
Dr Varma usually
comes by himself.
He must be glad of the help.
You'd think so, wouldn't you?
I've always found him
most professional.
Perhaps he's worried that the
children will like you more.
Maybe we should get down
to business.
First I'll need
to examine the boys,
make sure they're all...
developing correctly.
Of course.
Er...
I was thinking
maybe one at a time?
That's a lot of tiny balls
for one morning.
They're cute -
the boys, not the balls.
Are they always
this well behaved?
Without fail.
Because they hold their esteemed
teacher in such high regard.
Or the fact I promised them
they could all skip mathematics
if they kept quiet.
- That's bribery, surely?
- This is India, Dr Walker.
A bit of baksheesh now and then
makes our lives a little easier.
I'm surprised
this is your first visit here.
Don't you have relatives,
family?
Possibly. Probably?
My mother's English but my
father was born in Mumbai.
They met back home
but he left when I was a baby.
So you've never even met him?
And you believe
he returned to India?
I don't think anyone knows.
Excuse me.
Hey!
Nothing?
Profound
and total memory loss.
I can see how that would make
it difficult to identify him.
Yes, but what are you actually
going to do,
apart from standing here
littering my office,
masticating like a bovine?
Well, if there's no crime
been committed...
First we must follow
the approved procedure.
A formal missing persons report,
then full state notification.
We should have a preliminary
answer within a week or so.
A week! Ridiculous!
My patient doesn't have a week!
I need an answer today.
Here's a thought - why don't you
go and find out who he is?
Ask questions, look for clues.
You have six hours.
And give me that chocolate,
you're too fat!
No wonder your
blood pressure's sky high.
What are you waiting for?
Go!
Hello?
How can I... Not again!
This bastard just bit me.
Where this time?
Just now, behind the old bakery.
Where on your body?
On my leg. Here.
Must have sneaked up behind me.
The place is crawling!
It's the grain brings the rats,
the rats bring the snakes.
And the snakes bring Juan
Gonzalo, the snake catcher.
Only now, they're biting back!
- May I see it, please?
- Yeah.
The snake.
Here.
- Russell's viper?
- Correct.
I blame it on the full moon.
Always makes them
more aggressive.
- Russell's viper...
- I'll fetch the antivenom.
Thank you.
Yet again, Juan.
Senor Gonzalo.
I'm Ram Nair.
I'm the senior doctor here.
Along with Dr Fonseca.
I know the good doctor.
May we take a look
at your leg, please?
Yes.
Is there a problem?
Yes, I understand.
I'm on my way.
Hey, where you going?
We've run out of
antivenom again.
I need to fetch some
from the Dhoni Clinic.
You need to get back on your
own. Think you can handle that?
I'm sure I'll cope. About the...
boy you were talking to...
You're being abandoned?
There was an emergency.
But I think we were pretty much
finished here.
I was going to ask Dr Varma.
Could you take a look at someone
for me before you leave?
A child I have
some concerns about.
He's been falling behind
in class, losing weight too.
- Yeah, of course.
- Vijay!
You're Dr Varma's friend,
aren't you?
Doctors are like rats.
One could be
just passing through.
Two, mean you've definitely
got a problem.
I mean, usually
you just jab me in the back
and send me back to work.
There's no antivenom left.
The nearest supply
is in the city.
We're doing our best to get you
some as soon as possible.
I... I see.
Well, in that case...
..I'd like you to call
this number, please.
Please.
Well, his examination is normal,
but I agree,
he seems small for his age.
Any other symptoms?
He falls asleep
in class sometimes.
Sometimes has abdominal pains.
I think he's hungry.
What about his parents?
Are they concerned too?
That's part of the problem. I
understand the father is absent.
I tried Vijay's mother
but she doesn't respond.
- Does she live nearby?
- The next village.
I think she has a stall
at the local flea market.
I should take some blood tests.
Normally we check with parents,
but in the circumstances...
Please...
Nanni.
- What did he say?
- That he is brave.
Also that your accent is funny.
These are lovely, Paul.
Yes, I'll take them.
They're only 200.
Nanni. Put them
in that black bag there.
There's another stall I just
want to have a quick look at.
Nice colour. OK.
Beautiful.
This is our highest quality
garment.
It's really lovely.
But I've spent so much
already today.
My husband will have my guts
for garters.
But this is your perfect colour.
Surely your husband
will see that immediately?
You're not wrong.
And they do say
you only live once?
Actually, Hindus believe
we all live many lives.
Sir! Insect!
Insect in your ear!
- Please! Huge one!
- What? Where? Christ!
OK, sir. Gone now!
I take away. Please!
- Please! Please!
- Get out of here!
I'm sorry.
Little conman!
Let me help you, sir.
No, don't worry. It's fine.
I can do it.
Not more?
I'll give you a twirl.
I'll let you know as soon
as we get the results.
Thank you.
- It's the full moon tonight.
- I know!
Weird things happen, right?
Magic in the air,
the dead walk the earth.
Everyone round here
goes to Greg's.
If you're free tonight...
Sounds fun but I was thinking
of hitting the phrase book.
Lydia wants me fluent
by the end of the month.
It's more original than
the hair-washing excuse.
Clearly I meet a lot of women
who have dirty hair.
No excuses, honestly.
Plus...
- It's a long story.
- The best kind.
I'm sort of getting
over someone.
On my own.
I understand.
A broken heart
needs time to mend.
And perhaps a little distance?
Thank you for helping Vijay.
- Let me know what you find.
- Of course.
I guess
that might've been my fault.
I can give you a lift.
- OK?
- Yeah.
Move over, Vishnu.
What are you doing in my home?
Who are you?
I'm Dr Walker.
Ruby Walker,
from the hos...pital.
You did this?
It's simply a routine
blood sample.
I know we should have asked
your permission first.
Of course, it might just be
simple failure to thrive.
You know how I feel about
those vultures!
But I'm concerned
the child is neglected.
- I want to know who let him in!
- Senor Gonzalo insisted.
- Dr Fonseca!
- Will you just wait?
I can only be furious
about one thing at a time!
You, out!
Now!
Senor Gonzalo asked me
to hear his last confession.
Did he now? Then, in that case,
I'll save you both a job.
All this man's done for the last
ten years is gamble,
kill snakes and drink too much
coconut feni on a Friday night.
He also cheats at gin rummy
but thinks no one notices.
- That's a lie! I never cheat!
- Get out of my hospital.
- Say three Hail Marys and a...
- Out!
Give me your hand.
Now you listen to me,
Juan Gonzalo.
Dr Varma will get
the antivenom here in time.
You will die only when
I tell you that you can die
and not a minute before,
do you understand?
Good.
Increase the fluids.
Another dose of steroids.
- And no more priests!
- Yes, Dr Fonseca.
- Where is Dr Varma?
- I'll call him now.
Nanni.
Hey! Hey, hey!
Hey!
Total amnesia. Remarkable.
I haven't seen a case like that
since 1987.
He really has no idea who he is?
So it seems.
The police are investigating,
if you can dignify it
with that label.
Why don't you go and talk
to him, Dr Walker?
You're a similar age.
See what you can find out.
What exactly
do you want me to do?
Examine, chat, interrogate.
Just make him open up.
Use your feminine wiles.
About the child
at the school...
And then come and find me!
What is it telling you, exactly?
I'm testing your pupil reaction.
Also, it looks professional.
You're sure
you're a real doctor?
Honestly?
It isn't really my area but the
boss asked me to examine you.
I need to make it look good,
so...
Just go with it, OK?
So what is your area?
Paediatrics - kids.
At least it was.
Now I'm meant to turn my hand to
anything. In a foreign language.
So do you remember anything?
Parents?
Friends?
- Nothing.
- Aren't you scared?
I would be.
The other doctor said it usually
comes back...eventually.
But what if it doesn't?
Would that be such a bad thing?
I'd be scared. I mean...
My life hasn't exactly
been perfect, but...
..I'd want to know it happened.
But haven't you ever dreamed
of a new life?
To just wipe the slate clean,
start again?
Sometimes the past isn't
something you want back.
Something doesn't quite add up.
Which is?
I'm not sure.
It's just a feeling.
The woman who works in the
corner shop has feelings.
Doctors work in specifics.
Well?
If you lost your life,
everything that makes you
who you are,
wouldn't you want it back,
more than anything else
in the world?
- Precisely.
- Dr Fonseca!
We'll make a real doctor
of you yet.
Get me 200 milligrams
of hydrocortisone.
- We'll need some adrenaline.
- Magdalena! Is that you?
It's his late wife.
He keeps asking for her.
What the hell's keeping
Dr Varma?
Hurry up with those steroids,
please.
And get that priest back.
I commend you, my dear brother,
to Almighty God,
and entrust you
to your Creator.
May you return to Him who formed
you from the dust of the earth.
May the holy Virgin Mary,
the angels, and all the saints
come to meet you,
as you go forth...
Where the hell have you been?
What happens now?
We wait.
And pray.
Come!
I've given you a whole day.
How much time do you need?
The correct procedures
must be adhered too.
Typical man.
Obsessed with rules and
incapable of getting results.
Dr Fonseca,
I must formally protest.
To regard all men
as equally useless
is prejudice at its most vile.
You had your chance
and found nothing.
And don't you
lecture me on prejudice.
We women, as usual, will have
to deal with this ourselves.
You can't just retire.
What about my alcohol supply?
Old men must make way for youth.
Dr Fonseca.
Can I get you a drink?
Anyone who drinks before 6pm
is a dipsomaniac.
You insult both my customers
and my business model.
I need your help.
He's really got no memory?
He says his mind
is a complete blank.
I want you to talk to him.
You have a lot in common.
I've heard nothing round here.
Could ask around again,
find some people
further up the coast,
if I wasn't so busy today.
Come on. You'll be doing
a vital public service!
And you're asking
an idiot man like me?
Indication of my desperation.
If you weren't so nice to me,
I might take off...
Careful. There are plenty more
options, you know.
Yet night after night, you
consistently refuse them.
I don't pretend to understand,
Dr Fonseca.
I just lie back
and think of England.
Are you refusing to help me?
I didn't say that.
Perhaps there's something
you could do for me first.
Vikram?
Vikram?
Age-related
cervical spondylosis.
Retirement is the only option.
That's your advice?
You'll have to get your booze
from a legitimate wholesaler.
- Where did you get that?
- Found it on the beach today.
I can't read it.
I think it's Russian.
That's not Russian,
that's Hebrew.
I need to take this.
Or we can discuss my fee?
Thank you.
He's Israeli.
Private Silver?
I think you'd better start
talking, don't you?
I threw this in the water.
I thought I was done
with the Army.
My unit has been here
for a week on leave.
Yesterday was my last night.
Suddenly, I just knew that
I couldn't go back there.
I knew I couldn't be a soldier
any more.
I'd asked to be released
but they told me
it would be impossible.
So I went to the beach.
I wanted to walk, to think.
Then I saw the moon.
It was as if it was
calling out to me.
And in that moment,
it felt like the only answer.
You wanted to die?
I think I did...
..last night.
I don't believe in God.
Something saved me.
Something wanted me to live
and to leave the past behind.
A new life.
All I had to do
was forget the old one.
Do you have a family
back home?
A mother in Tel Aviv,
a sister...
And they love you, this family?
Yes, they do.
Do you think they'll forget you?
It's my choice...
my life.
Will your mum forget you when
she walks down the street?
Or will she stare at every young
man, willing them to be her son?
Or will she wait by the phone,
hoping and praying to get a call
telling her that her missing son
has been found safe and well?
People here say there's
a little magic in the full moon.
I say it's nonsense
and superstition,
but just maybe I'm wrong.
Just maybe
you're the living proof.
Too many lost souls
go missing in this world.
Don't be one of them.
If the full moon saved you, then
maybe it saved you for a reason.
To go home again.
Here.
You sensed it too.
No real panic, no emotion.
Because he was faking.
We just had to prove it.
Medicine is more than lists
and tables, Dr Walker.
The real skill is to learn
how to read their minds.
- What will they do to him?
- Counselling, I expect.
Or a military prison.
One of the two.
You don't care?
We all make bad decisions
in life.
Just don't compound the error.
- The money you gave my son.
- What's going on?
- 200, 250...
- It's the boy from the school.
The one I was trying
to talk to you about.
How dare you touch my son
with that money?
He gave her that money
to buy food for Vijay, I think.
Perhaps he's attempting
to atone.
Doctor Fonseca?
It's Mr Gonzalo.
Thank you.
What the hell is he doing here?
You took bloods without consent?
His teacher was concerned
about him.
Weight loss, failure to thrive,
I just did some basic screening.
We need parental consent for all
medical procedures whatsoever.
The rules are as strict here
as in the UK.
Even if I believe it was
in his best interests?
You know nothing about
the family circumstances.
I saw you.
I saw you give him that money
and I saw her throw it back
in your face.
Why?
That is none of your business.
Dr Varma?
Nanni.
Our appointment?
I know you're a busy man,
but I haven't got time to sit
twiddling my thumbs.
Come.
So your brain tumour is called
Anaplastic astrocytoma.
Now it's not suitable
for surgery.
You have declined radiotherapy.
So median survival
in cases like yours is...
Six months to a year.
I don't want to go home.
If I stay, I need to know
you can help me.
This is a complex condition.
As a doctor,
I'd have to recommend
that you return home
and be cared for by specialists.
What if I refuse to go?
What if I refuse to help you?
If ifs and buts
were pots and pans,
we'd have no need for tinkers.
I'm sorry, I have absolutely
no idea what you just said.
I have fallen in love,
Dr Varma.
With this place.
With India.
I've lived on this planet
for over 60 years
and I never knew a heaven
like this even existed.
I need to know
you understand the risk.
The treatment we can offer you
here is basic.
Now, if there's an emergency,
we may not be able to help.
And if that happens...
you will die here.
That's the plan.
Ssh.
Don't tell anyone.
I understand.
Help me. Please.
What does your husband
think about this,
about staying in Barco?
He's behind me 150 per cent.
So...do we have a deal, then?
Against my better judgment...
yes.
See? I'm gonna get it all in.
I know you thought you'd defeat
me, but guess what?
You can fold your way
out of any crisis.
What?
I don't understand.
What have we got to go back to?
I mean, really?
Home, family.
NH bloody S.
I've checked. The local hospital
will take care of me.
Great.
That's fine, then.
Silly me,
worrying about nothing.
You know I hate it
when you're sarcastic.
And I hate it when you get
diagnosed with a brain tumour
and decide on a whim
to stay in bloody India!
Christ! Bollocks!
I just don't get it.
What's this about, Maggie?
Make me understand
what the hell this is about.
You remember that time when we
went to the South of France
on the back of that...
damned motorbike?
'72.
'73.
And three miles outside Lyon,
I told you I was pregnant.
And you didn't say a word.
Just put your helmet on
and we set off.
Then at the next stop,
you asked me to marry you.
I remember.
I loved that trip.
But that was the last time...
it was just you and me.
The two of us together.
Like the rest of the world
didn't exist.
Then it was...
the kids, family,
your bloody mother.
But you and me...
was how it all started.
And you and me...
..is how I want it to end.
Together.
Please.
You know how much
this bloody place costs?
We can't afford to stay here.
Don't worry.
I've thought of that already.
What do you think?
Lovely.
Look at this.
Coming through. Yeah.
So how did you manage
to replace me?
I called for an ambulance.
- So?
- Waved me across the border.
I told them they could
look inside
but only if I vaccinated
them all for Lydia Fever first.
- Lydia Fever?
- I made it up. Deadly, no cure.
Tell me about it.
Right.
Champagne!
One beer, one pina colada.
Fully loaded. I've gone legit.
Everything imported
fair and square.
Of course, now I'm losing
money on the deal.
Sometimes life has a way of
rewarding the virtuous.
What's the matter with you?
I'm still worried about Vijay
and Dr Varma.
It was nearly five years ago.
Vijay's father was
an extremely anxious man,
always at the hospital,
complaining of one spurious
malady or another.
Always nothing.
This time it was
lower abdominal pain.
Gabriel didn't consider it
serious, sent him away.
- His wife was with him.
- I met her.
She called her husband lots of
names and dragged him home.
Next morning, she found him dead
from a ruptured appendix.
As you can imagine,
Gabriel took it very hard.
A wife without a husband,
a fatherless child.
And she blames him.
We doctors can bury
our mistakes,
it doesn't mean
we can ever forget them.
I'm gonna...
Hi.
I erm...spoke to Lydia.
She told me about Vijay's dad.
She shouldn't have told you.
Well, I'm glad she did.
In case you hadn't noticed,
this is an official apology.
I was younger, I was arrogant.
I thought I knew everything.
Unlike now, right?
We all get it wrong sometimes.
Vijay's mum shouldn't blame you.
Well, I disagree.
Thanks to me,
her husband is dead.
Our actions have consequences.
Sometimes there are no excuses.
How's the study?
I was er...sort of persuaded.
So I see.
Can I get you a beer?
- You're alone?
- Yeah, looks that way.
And this is what I call
a Full Moon Fandango.
Enjoy! Love in a glass.
Cheers.
Be gentle with him.
Evening.
Morning!
Pina Colada.
Guaranteed hangover-proof.
I'll try and keep that in mind.
And to stay on speaking terms
with your liver,
avoid the Mumbai Scotch.
Greg swore
it was ten years old.
There's one born every minute,
Dr Varma.
However,
your nocturnal activities
are none of my business.
Here are the blood results
to be checked and filed.
Whilst the analgesia
takes effect,
you can both meet me
on the wards.
- What do you want?
- Can I come in?
It's about Vijay.
Dr Walker.
Vijay is intolerant to gluten.
It explains everything -
the weight loss,
lack of concentration.
Coeliac disease
is unusual in India
but not unknown.
- You told her?
- First thing.
She seemed happy.
She didn't slam the door
in my face.
"Well done, Dr Walker.
Nice work back there.
Congratulations."
How is she?
Well...
The odds were against it, but...
..I think she's going
to pull through.