Lawrence. Yes. Hello.
Try to cheer up. Do you know who that bloke is?
I do. I used to be engaged to him.
There's a reason we haven't talked in years.
But here I am. You hurt me.
I thought I'd buried it, but here you...
I heard what happened to your baby. I'm so, so sorry.
I don't want to talk about that. Not with you.
You need to make a change. There's a new life out there, Joan.
London's waiting.
I can't come to England. What?
I've run away before. It's time I stopped.
How do I look?
Like a pregnant schoolgirl.
She loves him.
But does he love her?
I think he might actually propose today.
Alan's a crazy romantic like that.
You silly little bitch! Aarggh!
What are you playing at, putting letters in my mailbox?
What if my wife found it?
You ever think what that would do to me?
I can't stop thinking about our life together.
You and me, on our own.
You mean it, don't you?
Do I look like I'm joking?
Close your eyes.
VIV: $450 - a whole year's pay.
Itchy feet? Itchy palms, itchy soul.
Joan Millar, hello again.
Aren't you supposed to be in Singapore?
I had a revelation in the taxi.
Wherever you are, that's where I'll be.
(TRAFFIC NOISE)
I can't believe you convinced the board.
What exactly are you called again?
Visiting O&G consultant.
And there was no talking them into it.
They were, as expected, delighted to have me.
As I am equally delighted to have a few more weeks
to persuade you to come to London with me.
Not like that. You're too hunched over.
What's that word when you mishit a golf ball?
Fore. And the rest of it?
Foreplay is not a golfing term.
Mm-hm. Well, it should be.
You are supposed to be helping me. (CHUCKLES)
(DOOR OPENS) Fore.
You ruined my putt.
As long as that's all I ruined.
New admissions files?
You did say I could park myself here.
Yeah.
May I? Be my guest.
Thank you.
So, you're hanging around?
You know... sunshine and all that.
(CLINK!)
How was that?
Don't look so worried. We won't be here that long.
(THEME MUSIC)
♪ You think that I don't feel love
♪ What I feel for you is real love
♪ In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected
♪ Love child, different from the rest. ♪
You know, if we weren't here,
Matron would have to pay someone to do this.
And then she'd run out of money and her entire empire would collapse.
Oh, god, it's him. Alan.
Not now.
Who's that? Alan.
Who's that with him?
His wife. His wife?
Wow! I must say, that's extraordinarily generous of you.
We're happy to help.
Yes, we are. We know what good work you do.
And, uh, the other matter?
You don't need to worry about a thing.
Everything is in order and under control.
You didn't tell us he was married.
Because I knew you wouldn't be sophisticated enough to get it.
But he has a wife.
Elena, you don't understand.
It's a marriage of convenience, OK?
He's being forced to stay in it because his wife is sick.
She didn't look sick. Well, she is.
Is that why they're here? Yes, Church Mouse.
She's really sick, so she has to have a bunch of tests
so they can cure her, so then Alan can be with me.
Do I look alright? Yes, but...
Debbie... if he loves you, why can't you both keep the baby?
Because we're going to Paris.
As if we'd take a baby there.
You're not even trying to understand!
You need to work on your stroke.
Thanks. I think I'm getting enough golf tuition as it is.
Yeah, I saw. He's quite the expert.
Seems to think he knows what's best for you.
See, I told your Dr Patterson was on rounds this morning.
It's a bit desperate when the only way to see an old friend
is by having a baby.
Jennifer.
Good to see you.
Andrew was my husband's best friend.
John died in Vietnam.
I'm so sorry...
No, at least I've still got part of him here with me.
And you said you'd deliver our baby, so, here I am.
Let's take a look at you.
A really spunky man and an average-looking woman.
Did he have a brown jacket?
Yeah, and blue flares.
I did see a couple talking to Matron.
Why would they be talking to Matron?
What was Alan doing here?
The Fitzgeralds - why would they want to see you?
Who I see or don't see has absolutely nothing to do with you.
No, you have to tell me.
Believe it or not, the day I take orders from you has not yet arrived.
Alan!
You have to talk to me! (TYRES SCREECH)
(SCOFFS)
Right.
You and Jennifer's husband...
must have been tough. Yep.
You were his... best man?
Yeah. He was a good surgeon.
(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)
Your BP's still high.
How high?
I'll order some Diazoxide. That should bring it down.
(EXHALES)
Don't worry. Your baby's fine.
Is Andrew still around?
I'll let him know you want to see him.
He and John were best friends through med school.
John, I fell in love with instantly, but...
Andrew, I took a little while to warm to.
He can be a bit... um...
Arrogant?
But he was always there for me and John. Mmm.
(DOOR CLICKS)
ALAN: See you tonight. Bye.
VIV: The thought of spending years here still in the same job,
working under her.
She might retire.
It's not only Matron.
I want to get away, see the world and have an adventure.
Where would you go? I don't know.
Anywhere they need nurses -
New York or Paris or London.
I should keep moving.
Just say the word. I'd be happy to recommend you.
You would do that? Are you serious?
I'm happy to.
St Albert's would be great for you.
My son was born there.
Thank you, Dr Faber.
Not at all.
What are you up to?
Hatching a plan.
Move all your friends to London.
You never give up, do you? Never.
That's what you like about me.
Well, one of the things, anyway.
Lawrence, don't. Not here.
Why not? Everyone knows I'm crazy... No.
Dr Millar, I've been having a think about
where to place a new humidicrib.
I found another very generous patron.
That's wonderful.
Excuse me.
Still working on your plan to whisk Dr Millar away, I see.
Give me time.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
Yes?
You don't know me but I'm Alan's girlfriend.
I know who you are.
But he hasn't been able to tell you because of your illness.
I'm not ill.
Well, anyway, he wants to be with me, not you.
Is that what he told you? We're leaving together.
We're going to Paris. I don't think so.
I won't be a minute. Just wait there.
These are yours.
You should have them back.
Don't think we have anything else to say, do you?
The first thing I noticed about you was that smile.
Across a crowded room at the annual hospital ball.
The band were playing. They were awful.
(CHUCKLES) They were. (LAUGHS)
But do you remember the song?
♪ I don't know what it is that makes me love you so... ♪
Oh my god.
♪ I only know I never want to let you go... ♪
Are you kidding me?
♪ 'Cause you started something Oh, can't you see... ♪
This is the song.
You did this.
Joan Millar... I'd do just about anything for you.
(EXHALES)
Can't sleep?
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYS)
♪ I put a spell on you
♪ Because you're mine
♪ You better stop the things you do
♪ I tell you I ain't lyin'
♪ I ain't lyin'
♪ You know I can't stand it
♪ You're runnin' around
♪ You know better, daddy
♪ I can't stand it 'cause you put me down
♪ Oh, no
♪ I put a spell on you
♪ Because you're mine... ♪
You wouldn't really move to London, would you?
I missed the swinging '60s and it's already 1972.
I think if I don't go over there soon, I'll be 40 and nearly dead.
(LAUGHS)
I reckon Joan would move over there.
Her and Lawrence are kinda perfect, aren't they?
Yeah... kind of.
Did you know he's got a son?
LAWRENCE: Yeah, tigers, but mostly kangaroos and koala bears.
Alright, Dominic.
Daddy's gotta go. You be good for mummy.
Bye, darling. Bye.
Koalas are not bears.
Try telling that to a two-year old.
You know, working together... does have definite advantages.
We get to do it in the theatre...
in the ward.
Not the morgue.
Course not. I have my boundaries.
Actually...
not at work anywhere.
Worried about sleeping with the boss, eh?
I did that already.
Didn't work out, remember?
I'll tell you what...
let's just focus on bossing each other around.
Starting with this.
I need your help. I have to get to work.
Relax, Church Mouse, it'll only take a minute.
Nothing ever takes a minute with you.
If Matron ever finds out I've done this...
Just open it.
Rita. Hi. Whoo!
Are you OK? Yes. Yes, I think so.
Um... yeah.
What's going on?
What on earth are you doing?
This is about me.
About the adoption, but I don't understand.
This part here.
Your baby's already been adopted.
It's the Fitzgeralds, isn't it?
I'm not reading it wrong?
Alan and Barbara Fitzgerald.
I'm sure they're lovely people.
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(GROANS) I wish John was here.
Of course you do.
(GROANS, BREATHES DEEPLY)
Let's try a second dose of the Diazoxide.
(GROANS, GASPS)
I'll be back.
If we can't get the BP down soon, we may need to do a C-section.
It's looking dangerous.
Proteinuria or oedema?
Not yet, but I don't want to risk it.
Sounds like you've got it under control.
Actually, no.
Because what she wants right now is emotional reassurance.
And she doesn't want it from me.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Jennifer... we may have to do a caesarean.
Are you prepared for that?
Just promise me you'll do whatever's best for the baby.
It doesn't matter about me.
Give it another half hour. I'll put theatre on stand-by.
He used me. He lied to me.
Stupid Eiffel Tower!
I never wanted to go to any of these dumb places!
I never wanted to go to France. I just wanted to be with Alan!
Maybe it's not what you think.
That form might have meant something different.
I'm not an idiot.
I hate him. (SOBS)
I hate him so much!
Maybe if you talk to Matron, she might change...
I hate Matron!
And I hate Alan's stupid cow of a wife!
And there's no way she's getting this baby!
(TRAFFIC NOISE)
JOAN: Her diastolic's still sitting on 100.
No, too high. Let's go. Come on!
I can't lose this baby.
It's all I have left of John. (GASPS)
You'll be in safe hands with Dr Millar.
Andrew... (GASPS)
I can be scrubbed up in two minutes.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Yes?
How did it go?
A healthy baby boy.
Only slightly underweight.
Jennifer's in recovery. She's doing well.
BP's going down. Good.
Whatever's happened between you two, you need to deal with it.
You can't bring it into the operating theatre.
Yeah, I'll bear that in mind. Andrew, will you stop it?
I'm your friend and I want to help you
but I can't if I don't know what's going on.
There is nothing more to know.
Other than I killed her husband.
It was meant to be me.
I was supposed to go out in the chopper
but I'd had a rough night.
36 hours operating straight.
John volunteered to go out instead.
And 20 minutes later the chopper crashed.
It wasn't your fault.
You didn't kill him.
Despite what everyone says...
I still blame myself for Laura.
Blaming myself isn't going to bring her back.
And blaming yourself...
isn't going to help Jennifer, either.
I was wondering where you got to.
Head clearing.
In case Joan hasn't mentioned it, the op went well.
Delivery completed in 10 minutes.
Thanks.
I appreciate it.
Any time you have concerns about your competency, I'm here.
I'm happy to help.
(SCOFFS)
Excuse me.
What?
Why have you already adopted out Debbie's baby?
So it was you who ransacked my office?
I don't know anything about that. Debbie's baby...
I'm not prepared to discuss placements.
They're confidential, as you well know.
This is the man who got her pregnant.
Where babies go is none of your business, Nurse Maguire.
And I'll remind you to know your place.
How is it that you're so well-informed on
this particular matter?
Nurses talk, hear things.
I'm sure they do.
(SNIGGERS) Matron can go jump. Mmm.
I hate her. And I hate this place. And I hate all of you.
And I hate this baby. No, you don't.
I hate it so much I wish it were dead!
Debbie, please, come down from there.
Bugger off! What are you doing?
All of you, bugger off! Go to hell!
Give it to me and put out the cigarette.
Go away! She'll smell it.
(LAUGHS) You're being selfish.
Am I, Miss Holier Than Thou?
And what would you know about love anyway?
You'll hurt yourself and the baby jumping like that.
I don't care!
(SOBS) Do you know what I'm going to do.
I'm gonna set this whole place on fire.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, no, Debbie...
Quick, go get help.
(GASPS)
Oh, no. (GASPS)
Matron, can I stay with her?
Absolutely not. Please, Matron?
Short time only.
Bleeding has eased but it hasn't stopped.
I suspect a placental abruption from abdominal trauma.
They're stealing my baby.
Who is?
Can you get on to Andrew and Lawrence too?
There's some PV bleeding we need to discuss.
Is she going to be alright?
You know you caused this -
farming Debbie's baby out to her married lover.
Classy.
Believe what you will.
The girl's welfare is of concern to me.
Provided it suits your agenda.
Debbie is in labour. There is some bleeding.
If it turns into a large eruption, we may have to do a hysterectomy.
(SOBS) Nobody told me it would be this bad.
(SOBS) It hurts.
I know.
But we can't do anything about that until we get all your tests done.
(GROANS)
In the meantime, I need you to make a decision.
As if anyone cares what I want. I do.
We can go two ways.
If your alcohol levels aren't too high
and everything's fine there,
we can probably do a natural delivery.
If not, we may have to do a caesarean.
No, no, no, you can't can cut me open.
I don't want any scars.
I don't want to see it and be reminded of it.
I don't want anyone to know I've had it.
I just want to forget about it.
OK? OK.
If there's any way you can have a natural delivery...
I'll do my best to make that happen.
OK.
(SIGHS, MOANS)
(RELAXING MUSIC)
Foetal heart rate is good before and after contractions.
So we're just waiting on the ultrasound.
This is Dr Millar, Debbie's obstetrician.
I'm sorry, it's not visiting hours yet.
This is Mr and Mrs Fitzgerald.
They want to be here when the baby arrives.
That may not be for a while yet.
But a caesarean doesn't take very long, does it?
No, no at all. Routine procedure.
We haven't made that decision yet.
Can I have a word?
Get them out.
I don't care where they go. Get them out.
At this stage, there's no need for medical intervention.
If the placenta separates further during labour
you're gonna have to caesar her anyway.
Get it over with. Much simpler that way.
Debbie's been very clear about not wanting a scar.
She doesn't want any physical evidence of the pregnancy.
Yeah, but patients don't run the hospital.
Yeah, and neither do you.
Because last time I checked, I'm still head of obstetrics.
What I say goes.
So, back off.
Can't you get me an injection or something?
I'm not allowed. (GROANS)
Maybe if we took your mind off it, like,
I don't know, you could start teaching me calculus.
That's the dumbest thing you've ever said!
Aarggh! Ow! (MOANS)
Elena's here. (SOBS)
I brought you a present. Drugs?
(GROANS)
(GROANS, SOBS)
ALAN: (IN DISTANCE) I think you should operate.
JOAN: That's not your decision to make.
Is that Alan? No.
I heard his voice. Has he come to see me?
I don't think so. (SOBS)
Good news.
The ultrasound showed small blood loss,
so it's unlikely to be an abruption.
Unless it's absolutely necessary,
we won't do a C-section.
And it won't affect you having a family in the future.
I don't care! I just know that it hurts.
Why can't they do a caesarean? That'd be easiest, wouldn't it?
Is that all you care about? I beg your pardon?
What about Debbie? What about what she wants?
I was thinking about the baby's welfare.
Someone has to, because clearly that girl isn't.
That's right. What about you?
Mr Creep who had sex with a schoolgirl and got her pregnant?
Whose welfare were you thinking about when you did that?
That's enough! That's more than enough.
That's no problem. I've said what I wanted to.
Oh, dear, I'm so, so sorry.
Perhaps you'd be more comfortable in my office?
♪ SONG: Come and lay down by my side... ♪
(SOBS) I can't do it! I can't do it!
Yes, you can, Debbie.
You are doing really well.
Baby's crowning.
You don't need to push anymore, Debbie, just pant.
(PANTS) Just like that. That's right. Good.
And you don't need to do any more.
The babies will do the rest. OK.
It's coming now. Take it down.
No, keep it up.
♪ Make it through the night... ♪ (HOWLS)
(CLUNK!)
(GROANS) (BABY SQUAWKS)
It's a boy. (GROANS)
Would you like to hold him? Take it away.
I don't want to hold it. I don't want to look at it.
I just want you to take it away.
♪ Let the devil take tomorrow
♪ Oh, tonight I need a friend
♪ Yesterday is dead and gone
♪ And tomorrow's out of sight
♪ And it's so sad to be alone
♪ Help me make it through the night. ♪
We have here a very healthy baby boy.
Oh, look.
Look.
He's so beautiful.
Oh! Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Take good care of him.
(SIGHS)
You did it?
I did.
Hey, little man.
I hope he's got big feet.
Your dad left you some really big boots to fill.
You coming here took me by surprise.
I coul... I couldn't face you.
I wasn't ready.
I'm sorry.
And when you stopped returning my calls, I...
Yeah... I'm sorry about that too.
No, no, I... I get it.
Honestly, I was kind of relieved.
Every time we talked,
I felt like I could almost feel your pain through the phone.
And it made mine...
Well...
It made mine unbearable.
And now I've got this beautiful baby
who's never gonna know who his daddy was.
But at least we can give him our memories.
That's what godfathers are for.
Are you sure?
You do remember what a bad influence I am?
I do.
And that's exactly what he's going to need.
Vivian, a word, please.
Yes, Matron?
Your behaviour today was unforgiveable.
And as for the way... Let me stop you there, Matron.
Don't even bother to reprimand me because as of right now...
I quit!
Here you go.
Are you alright, Matron?
Of course.
These should have been dealt with by now.
Yes, Matron.
Rita.
You did quite well today.
I feel a bit light-headed. I can't believe I just did what I did.
What are you gonna do?
I have no idea.
But I know I have to go.
You know what I've been afraid of -
that if I stay here too long,
I become one of those people that just never tries anything new.
Like Matron?
The only person I want to become is myself.
(LOW-LEVEL CONVERSATIONS)
LAWRENCE: You were very quiet at dinner.
I'm tired.
It's more than that.
Maybe. Maybe?
Definitely.
Sounds ominous.
I think you should go back to London.
This is about Andrew, isn't it? No.
It has nothing to do with him.
Then what?
I love you, Lawrence.
But...
Not enough.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye, Joan Millar.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Alan. Alan, it's me.
VOICE ON PHONE: The number you are dialling is not connected.
Please check the number and try again.
(DISCONNECTED SIGNAL)
It's me.
I can't believe I fly out tomorrow.
Don't be sad. It's not forever.
You're the last. The last what?
The last Stanton House girl with me to go.
That is why... wherever we are, we will be connected forever.
Hey, Viv, you'll have to show those bloody Poms
how us Aussies drink, eh?
(GIRLS LAUGH) Way! (LAUGHS)
They already know.
Sorry, Viv, Matron sends her apologies.
She really wished she could be here.
Yeah, right.
To our globetrotter.
We'll miss you.
I'll miss you.
(GLASSES CLINK)
Cheers. OTHERS: Cheers!
♪ Jeremiah was a bullfrog
♪ Was a good friend of mine
♪ I never understood a single word he said
♪ But I helped him drink his wine
♪ He always had some mighty fine wine
♪ Singin' joy to the world
♪ All the boys and girls
♪ Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
♪ Joy to you and me
♪ If I were the king of the world
♪ I tell you what I'd do
♪ I'd throw away the cars and bars and the war
♪ And I'd make sweet love to you
♪ Joy to the world
♪ All the boys and girls
♪ Joy to the world
♪ Joy to you and me
♪ Joy to the world
♪ All the boys and girls
♪ Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
♪ Joy to you and me. ♪