(lapping waves) (men laughing) - There he is again!

- Get him!

(shouting) (dramatic music) - [Man] Go, Hari!

(heavy breathing) - [Chaser] We told you to stay away, huh?

(tense music) (grunting) (heavy breathing) - He's here!

We warned you, Hari.

- No.

(crow cawing) (rushing traffic) - Hey, hello?

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Help!

Somebody help me!

We need a doctor here now, go!

Two, three, four.

Five, six, seven.

Come on!

(tapping) (dramatic music) Okay.

(tense music) (gasping) (light music) It's tapped inside of his chest.

Arrested retention.

I improvised.

- I can see that.

(ethereal music) (ethereal music) (crowd chattering) - Either both of us have got personal hygiene problems or something is going on.

- Well, I'm freshly showered and wearing an expensive cologne.

As a gentleman, I can't comment further.

- Where is everyone?

- A kid from the beach was attacked.

They just dumped him and drove off.

- Oh my god, is he all right?

- I think so.

Thanks to AJ.

- AJ?

- He found him outside.

Anyway, he's awake now.

Dr. Varma and Dr. Walker are fighting over the chest drain.

- Let me go, my appointment is now!

- Mr. Rahul is back again.

If I've not told him once, I've told him 1,000 times.

Memory clinic is on a Tuesday.

Mr. Rahul, no, not today, dear.

- Ha, ha.

(birds chirping) - Oh boy.

- Hey, hey!

What are you doing?

- I'm looking for me clothes.

At least me underwear.

Please tell me we weren't skinny dipping.

- No, no.

You're not going anywhere, man.

- I'm fit as a fiddle.

They need these beds for sick people.

- For Christ sake, Paul.

You nearly drown last night.

I had to drag you out.

- You know what, for that, I'm gonna buy you a pint.

All right, two pints and a packet of crisps.

- We both know what you tried to do.

- I was pissed.

Beer fuels self pity.

I would have thought a highly trained barman could recognize that at 10 bloody yards.

- I was there.

You meant every damn word.

- I was drunk and now I'm going home.

- Well, there you are.

Did you deal with Mr. Rahul?

- Well, he saw my subtle argument, eventually.

Oh wait, this came for you.

Dr. Fonseca?

- Yeah, thanks, that will do.

Perhaps he's telling the truth.

(scoffs) - You weren't there and I was.

He wanted to die.

He as good as told me himself.

- What exactly is it you want me to do?

- Help him!

Help me help him.

- Where is he?

- He's on his way back to the hotel as if nothing's happened.

- Look, I'm sorry.

Right now there's someone I need to see urgently.

- And this isn't urgent?

- He trusts you, stay with him.

Try and persuade him to come back and talk to me and we can discuss medication, perhaps some grief counseling.

- So that's it?

That's what you've got?

Some pills and a chat.

- There is nothing else.

- Why can't you just...

I mean, lock him up for his own safety.

- I'm a doctor, not a jailer!

I'll do everything I can.

- No, it's okay.

I'll deal with him.

Obviously it's my problem.

(light music) (light music) - Hello?

Virginia?

I got your letter.

I came as soon... (somber music) - Finally.

- Christ!

- I hope you were paying attention.

Because exactly how I want them to discover me when the time comes.

Clear?

Good.

Let's have a drink.

(crowd chatting) - And take a deep breath again.

(inhaling) It sounds better already.

You wanna try?

- Sure.

- How's the pain?

- Okay.

- Hari, I need to know who did this to you.

- Did you have an argument with someone?

- They catch me fishing in the wrong place.

Their territory.

If I tell the police, it will only be worse.

- You can't just let them get away with it.

- Thank you for what you did.

I'm grateful.

But I don't want to make trouble.

- But Hari, if we do nothing, then what?

- Next time you might not be so lucky.

- How long have you been in India?

- Long enough.

- Then you will know.

Some things are different here.

And some problems can't easily solve.

If you really want to help me, then let me get out of here.

(light music) - I'm mentoring a new young doctor.

- Really?

- Mm.

- I hope she's a better student than you were.

I've missed this, you and I.

We used to talk all the time.

What happened?

- You told me to never darken your door again.

- Oh, did I?

Ha, how very dramatic.

- Don't pretend you've forgotten, Virginia.

- I remember being usurped by my sweet little protege.

- And I remember we agreed it was for the best, all things considered.

- You considered me incompetent.

- I didn't have a choice, did I?

- No prisoners for Dr. Fonseca.

The most ruthless act is always justified for the greater good.

I imagine nothing's changed.

- I still try to do what's best for the hospital, yeah.

- How very noble.

- Did you get me all the way out here to rake over ancient history, or really, was it just to insult me?

- Of course not, this is just the entree.

I need you to hate me just a little.

The fire must be stoked.

- What is it you want, Virginia?

- I want you to kill me.

(tense music) It's all there.

Read it and weep.

Squamous-cell carcinoma, apex at the right lung.

Locally advanced.

Multiple metastases in the liver, lungs, and brain.

- Full house.

Pay the bank.

And before you ask, I've had a second opinion.

Every doctor this side of Kochi thinks I'm dying.

Including me.

- I'm sorry.

- No, please.

Don't be.

I don't require a bleeding heart.

(crowd chattering) - I made you a barber's appointment for the morning.

And yes, this is the last time we are together before the weeding.

- Why so much a fuss?

Nobody's going to be looking at me.

- I will.

- Are you really sure about this?

A beautiful, sophisticated woman like you getting married to a man like me.

I'm not exactly a prize catch.

- Hey!

You're a strong man.

And you're handsome.

And that's the exactly the kind of man I've been dreaming of.

(crowd chattering) (squeaking brakes) (tense music) - Sir, wait, wait.

Come, come.

Let me help you.

(tense music) - [Lydia] No, I won't do it.

- We both know the end is not in doubt.

I am dying!

Let's not quibble about the time.

- You have no right to ask me this, Virginia.

- Lydia, you and I have spent our lives helping other people.

So help me now!

I deserve it!

Let other people wash away their lives, but you and I, we choose our fate, and I choose this now!

- No.

- I will not be a burden!

Oh please.

Please, don't be a selfish little bitch about this.

Please.

Stuff you, then!

Let's see what we got in here.

I'm sure I could mix up a nice little cocktail.

- It doesn't have to be like this.

Why don't you come home with me and I'll look after you.

- I'm sure the man in your life would love having a dying old woman rotting away on his couch for weeks on end.

- Why don't you come and see your hospital for the last time?

See what I've done with it.

Your legacy.

- And then do we have a deal?

- Then I'll think about it.

- Hey, we need to speak with your patient.

- I recognize his truck from this morning.

- We think he might be one of Hari's attackers.

- No, his wound needs stitching.

That's my priority.

Not two people playing detective.

- Hey, what were you doing in that truck this morning?

I need to know what happened.

- It's none of your business.

Please.

- Okay, AJ, I think I saw some police officers outside.

Could you just... - Wait!

See, it's not my fault.

I tried to stop them.

But people were angry after him.

- What?

Just because he fished on someone else's beach.

- Dr. Walker?

A word outside, please.

AJ, could you fetch me a suture wire and a needle?

I agree with my patient, this is none of our business.

- Hari is in trouble and I'm trying to help.

- How's that going, by the way?

Your silence speaks volumes.

- So we just sit by and do nothing?

- No, we patch him up and then we discharge him.

And if necessary, we do it again.

If idiots want to fight to the death with knives, then that's their business.

- I don't agree.

- Yes, I can see that.

Look.

How long are you going to keep doing this?

- Keep doing what?

- Well, clearly you're angry about what happened between us.

But if this going to affect our job then, we both need to get over it.

Don't you agree?

Where did he go?

- Where's the patient who was in that bed?

Thanks.

(ethereal music) Hari?

(ethereal music) - Chandran, please!

(somber music) - Yeah, big one?

- Yeah, big one.

- Here you go.

- 8,572 rupees.

This makes us straight.

- For god's sake.

Paul.

Paul!

- Coming back here was a mistake.

Don't get me wrong, it was good to see you.

I count you as a mate.

- So that's it, you're just.

You just go home.

- Sometimes in life you just have to admit defeat.

No point in being a damn fool about it.

(seagulls squawking) (bright music) - Well?

- Well, you've repainted.

And I approve.

- Ram chose it.

- Nothing like having your name over the door.

- Let's the world know you've arrived.

- Dr. Fonseca, thank goodness.

I'm so sorry, excuse me.

Hatish is here for his steroid shot and is insisting you do it.

Believe me, I have tried, but there's no telling him today.

- Ah, Dr. Walker.

There's someone I'd like you to meet.

Dr. Ruby Walker, Dr. Virginia Mileham.

The doctor who founded this place.

Keep an eye on her for a minute, will you?

- Hi, very nice to meet you.

- You're English.

- Sort of.

It's a long story.

- Well the, for Christ sake, don't tell me.

I'm on borrowed time, dear.

So um, how is she treating you?

- Dr. Fonseca is an excellent teacher.

- Very diplomatic, Dr. Walker.

Yes, but you really want to say is that she's a bloody nightmare.

Of course, I taught her everything she knows.

Christ, it took years.

Every lesson had to be drilled into that thick skull of hers.

Stubborn as a bloody mule.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Go on.

- Why is it called the Good Karma Hospital?

Did you name it?

- No.

It was one of my first patients, actually.

I'd been treating him and it just sort of stuck.

He said, good medicine is like good karma.

Help others and you help yourself.

A virtuous circle.

- What was wrong with him?

- Hemorrhoids.

Probably one of the worst cases I've ever seen.

Suffering can be profound and banal, Dr. Walker.

But it's suffering just the same.

Now I think you should go and help that poor woman's myxedema before she slips into a coma.

Thinning hair.

Slightly overweight.

Obvious even from here.

- Right.

Thanks.

(crowd chattering) - It hurt when you usurped me, Lydia.

But I am impressed.

You took my little cottage hospital and turned it into something I could only dream about.

All by removing the weakest link.

- You were never that, Virginia.

I simply followed my conscience.

You taught me that.

I just couldn't have lived with myself if someone had got hurt.

- I want to die the way I've lived, Lydia.

In control.

Help me.

Help me and then maybe somebody will help you when your time comes.

(light music) (children playing) (crowd murmuring) - Trying it for size?

- Sorry, I'm just coming.

- Is it really true?

With a pen?

- It's true.

- I never knew you could write.

Hm.

(chuckling) - When's your flight?

- I'm going now.

- But what are you gonna do?

- Do you know how many stadiums there are in the football league?

- 92.

- Thank you.

Correct.

And if you watch a match in each of them, you get to apply for a tie or something and then there's annual dinners and a newsletter.

- That's your plan?

- Yeah, why not?

Should keep me out of trouble.

- I don't believe ya.

On that beach, you wanted to die.

And I don't think any bloody thing's changed, has it?

- No.

- So if you get on that flight, I'm never gonna see you again.

I pity the poor bastard that finds ya.

Now come on, Paul!

Talk to me!

- I could talk to you.

I could talk to any Tom, Dick, or Harry until I'm blue in the bloody face.

And she'd still be gone.

She'd still be dead.

And I'll still be here, stuck, abandoned.

- She was the love of your life.

- Yeah, she was, and now she's gone.

- And that makes you a lucky man.

- How do you work that one out?

- Millions of people live out their days without ever knowing what that feels like.

They go to their graves still wondering.

But not you.

You won the bloody lottery.

- But now I've lost the ticket.

- But you had it!

True bloody love.

And it's yours to keep.

Which makes you the luckiest man on earth.

Luckiest man standing here, anyway.

- I've got a plane to catch.

(somber music) (somber music) (sniffling) - Can you stop the car, please?

I need to get out.

(somber music) (lapping waves) (sniffling) (somber music) (somber music) (somber music) - I'll always be waiting for you.

There's no rush.

No rush at all.

(whimpering) - I've been a fool, Maggie.

- Yes.

- I'm sorry.

- I know.

I know.

(somber music) - We kept it secretly for so long.

No one had any idea.

Maybe I got careless.

I don't know.

It's hard to hide how you feel about someone.

- And they attacked you?

- Yes.

- What about Chandran?

Why didn't he try and stop them?

- What choice did he have?

They would have killed us both.

At least this way only one of us gets hurt.

You think we are wrong?

- No.

But what you are doing is against the law.

- And you agree with that?

- Of course not.

But it is the truth.

In the city, people turn a blind eye.

Outside the city... - I can never go home now.

Never see my family again.

(somber music) Chandran.

(somber music) - Sometimes love is worth the risk.

- Yeah.

(light music) - Good health.

I'm frightened.

- I know.

- It's too late.

(coughing) (sighing) (somber music) - There's some room for a little one.

(somber music) Thank you.

Don't be lonely, Lydia.

You deserve so much more.

Promise me that.

- I promise.

(somber music) (birds chirping) - Yes, I've just found her.

She's been unwell for some time.

Thank you.

(somber music) (birds chirping) - What are you wearing?

The wedding is in an hour.

- Not really in the mood.

- Still no word?

I'm sorry, you did your best.

- I was a pile of it.

- I don't believe that.

I think if anyone could have helped him, it was you.

Come with me.

- Why?

- Because a good friend of ours is getting married today to the woman he loves and he'd like us both to be there.

Well, that's where I'm gonna be.

And I think you need someone today, so it might as well be me.

Please.

- I'm bringing the bottle.

(light music) - What if she doesn't come?

- She'll be here, Dad.

Nobody goes to this much effort if they're not sure.

- Come.

- Stop fidgeting!

Or it will take twice as long.

- But it's itchy.

- Una dressed you?

- Well believe it or not, I did it myself.

- Hm, well, we are introducing large pins.

I would advise you to stay very still.

Ruby!

Real Indian women don't fidget.

Hm.

- What and I'm not?

A real Indian woman?

- Of course not.

You were born in Nottingham.

(Ruby scoffs) Last time I looked, that was not in India.

But we may be prepared to adopt you.

After a suitable time period and a trial.

- And how long is this trial, exactly?

- It finishes exactly... Now.

- So do I pass?

- With flying colors.

(ethereal music) (ethereal music) (ethereal music) (ethereal music) (ethereal music) (ethereal music) (ethereal music) (funky music) (funky music) - Oof.

- Hey, Dad.

(heavy breathing) - I don't have the stamina for this, AJ.

You know, many men desire younger wives.

But it's exhausting.

Don't try it.

- Uh Dad, I actually, um...

I wanted your professional advice.

On this.

- What's this?

- I filled it out the best I can.

- Medical school?

- I know there's still room for improvements, but I just want to give myself every chance of being accepted.

I just want you to be proud of me.

- Remember this.

I've been proud of you ever since the day you were born.

And I'm going to be proud of you until the day I die.

However.

I'm going to post this myself.

Oh, my boy!

My boy is going to be a doctor!

Just like me.

(funky music) (crowd chatting) - I asked for your help with Paul.

I needed you and you walked away.

- I'm sorry.

- What can I say, you're a busy woman.

Always have been.

It's just something I need to accept.

- What if things were to change?

What if I made some time for us?

- It's just the drink talking.

- No, no, I mean it.

- I never thought I'd hear Dr. Lydia Fonseca say those words.

I'm not sure I believe this.

(light music) - I thought about what you said.

- And?

- Maggie wouldn't want it.

- No.

No, she wouldn't.

(light music) - People are looking at us.

- Bollocks to 'em!

(light music) (ethereal music) - Hi.

- Hi.

Did you wear that for me?

- You're joking.

- Yes, I am.

Teasing you is surprisingly easy.

- They look happy.

- I think that's because they are.

- I'm sorry that I... That I... - That you kissed me?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I.

- Okay.

Uh... Mari is staring at us.

- I know.

People clearly have expectations.

- So uh, what are yours?

- I think I'm still trying to figure it out.

And there's somewhere I need to go to do that.

- So.

Where does that leave me?

- Waiting.

Sorry.

- I can wait.

- Thanks.

You're very um...

Patient.

- Yes, I am.

Very.

(crowd cheering) - Come on, you two!

You're needed on the dance floor.

(crowd cheering) (funky music) (rooster crowing) (alarm sounding) - Duty calls?

- I'm so sorry.

- I'll drive ya.

- You don't have to do that.

- What can I say, you're worth it.

Anyway, I'm worried you might still be drunk after last night.

- And you're sober, are you?

- This liver is a highly trained machine.

You may be a great doctor, but as a drinker, you're still a plucky amateur.

- Am I?

Worth it?

- Do you really need to ask me that?

When people need ya, they need ya.

Like I helped Paul.

And without a whisker of false modesty, I'd say I saved that man's life.

- Of course you did.

- I'm trying to tell you that I get it.

You're never gonna change, Lydia, and I don't want you to.

I'm just glad we're still friends.

- Oh, we're not friends.

(chuckling) (light music) (light music) - Ruby!

Dad, Ruby's here!

- Hi.

- Can I take this?

- Yes.

- Let's sit down.

(light music) - Is that the hernia patient?

- Yes, Dr. Fonseca.

- Take him straight to the ward and swap with the Kochi transfer.

Ah, Mr. Rahul!

Memory clinic.

I'm sure Sister Mari will be happy to help.

- Do you remember the way?

Don't worry, I'll help you.

- Mr. Tampi?

- He's irregular.

Three minutes maximum, unless you enjoy a dissertation on the prostate gland.

- I'll bear that in mind.

Come, sir.

- Mrs. Pilli!

Welcome to the Good Karma Hospital.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- What seems to be the problem?

- Well, it's been... (uplifting music) (funky music)