*
* It's a wonderful world
* I'm just walking on air
* Talk of Heaven on Earth...
TRUSCOTT: Shut your eyes, Mrs. Truscott.
* Haven't got a care, happy all day through... *
Now keep them shut, there's a good girl.
(laughing)
Your new home.
Well, you have to open them if you want to see it, silly.
JEAN: Oh gosh, it's super!
Our own little love nest.
(clearing throat)
Mother wanted to, uh,
show you the flat.
Nice honeymoon?
We want to hear everything, don't we, Arnold?
Well, not quite everything.
*
Like we agreed, think of queen and country.
(men laughing)
ALL: Morning, Mr. Powell, sir.
Oh bugger.
We meet again.
Good morning, Miss Roper.
(coughing)
Do you think Miss Roper
might be more comfortable
if she wasn't forced to inhale
your half and half?
It never crossed my mind, sir.
No, quite.
Okay, that's enough, all of you go.
Now!
And learn some manners or go to veterinary college.
Now, would you mind awfully if I see how we got on?
Good morning.
Mrs. Jenny Gilbert?
Yes, at the end on the right.
Thank you.
Darling, what on earth are you doing here?
Eric, dearest.
I came to see Jenny.
How are you, Jenny?
Oh, that's very sweet of you, Val.
Mrs. Gilbert and I were just plotting Fairway's Ladies Day.
I can't escape your husband even in hospital, can I?
(laughing)
I mean as club secretary.
Well, I should probably...
No, Eric, I think not.
Well, you certainly don't look like someone
who's just had surgery.
Oh, didn't feel a thing.
Now right as rain.
Wonder of modern medicine.
And Jean, dearest,
would you look at this little chap?
Well, he's certainly grown, hasn't he?
Did you have to, Mother?
MRS. TRUSCOTT: Your father gave the interior designer
carte blanche.
Except...
Home!
Do you remember it, Richard?
We thought when a little one comes along...
Mother, dearest.
That might be sooner rather than later.
Well you never know, do you?
Gosh!
Well, that would be a lovely surprise,
and so quickly, Richard.
So?
The honeymoon!
Four glorious days.
Richard didn't want to be away from his patients for too long.
Did you, darling?
I don't think we would, Mrs. Truscott,
say no to a cup of tea.
Okay.
POWELL: Nurse?
Sir?
Mr. Powell, please,
we're jolly nearly overrun on the ward.
Well, I'll tell them
it was a matter of life and death.
That would not be entirely true, now would it?
Everything, uh...?
You enjoying being in this hospital?
Well, you do get a better class of patient
here in London.
Do you?
I was joking, Mr. Powell.
How about lunch?
In broad daylight?
With chaperones?
Wheelers does a bloody good Dover sole, what do you say?
I prefer haddock and chips.
(crying)
Let me help you.
Valerie?
What are you playing at?
We'd better get you home, dearest.
Otto, did you...?
The nurse.
The nurse?
Oh yes, that nurse!
Yes, she said she wanted nothing to do with money.
What do you mean?
She was there-- she helped.
Just keep the money safe.
What is going on?
You have to take this seriously, do you hear me?
You are looking terrifyingly studious.
I'm going to make a good impression.
For Mehta.
(humming)
(dog barking)
There is no little one, is there?
I lost it.
We only hitched in record time
because you were pregnant!
When?
When did you lose it?
On the morning of the wedding.
Why didn't you tell me, Jean?
I'm sorry.
And Otto knew when he walked you up the aisle?
Who the hell does he think he is?
Please, darling.
He did it for us.
You wouldn't have gone through with it.
Did you honestly believe
I'd cancel the whole shooting match?
Oh, Jeanie...
You're my wife now.
Mrs. Truscott.
(laughing)
We're meant for each other.
You do still love me, don't you, Ricky?
Of course I do.
(birds chirping)
POWELL: Nothing serious.
Though I think a day in bed probably wouldn't do any harm.
Now, I will have words
if Mrs. J has it the moment my back is turned
you're out building a tree house.
Understood?
You are good with him.
I'm renowned for my bedside manner, Mrs. Powell.
Have a lovely day, one and all.
ENDERBURY: Now Lily, I've got to impress Mehta on his first day.
There.
That one, yes?
Most distinguished, Dr. Enderbury.
Really.
Regimental.
Says more.
Yes.
You do think things through in a clever way.
It doesn't look like I'm boasting?
ANGELA: Maureen, are you up?
Maureen, listen to me.
There was money here in this jar.
Sorry?
Did you use it yesterday?
No, of course not!
ANGELA: Dad!
Dad, are you decent?
He hasn't gone walk about again, has he?
He's not here.
I didn't take it.
I'd never take anything from you.
I know what you've done for me.
Honestly, Nurse Wilson, I swear...
(whistling)
Dad?
Dad, are you in there?
Dad? What?
What are you doing in there?
I'm waiting on the number 27
from Sidcup bypass.
What's it look like?
I've got ten bob.
You can take it.
Well, get some bread from Thompson's on the corner
and some milk.
Listen, I'll pay you back.
And remember what we agreed, okay?
Don't let him out.
Like Colditz?
Like Colditz, precisely.
What about my father?
He'll be looking for me.
We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Mrs. Mulligan.
I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting.
That's quite all right.
Mister...
Chief Inspector.
So, Matron?
Good honeymoon, Richard?
Intercourse when you're married
is of an entirely different order.
Don't you agree?
I wish you wouldn't.
MCC necktie, Dr. Enderbury?
You a cricketer?
Oh, this is Richard Truscott, Dr. Mehta.
How do you do?
Have you a considerable list this morning, Dr. Truscott?
Oh, full of women, I suspect.
We all have to be terribly serious
working for the National Health.
It's in the contract.
Good to have you on board.
You know Dr. Enderbury.
Yes, of course.
No hard feelings, I very much hope?
Good God no, no, no.
Bowling the maiden over?
Are you a cricketing man?
However Dr. Truscott may crack jokes,
we are a united front in this brave new world.
Would you mind frightfully
if I were to observe you, Dr. Enderbury, in theatre?
You must understand,
we can't keep our patients under lock and key,
and your daughter is a grown...
We lost our Stuart some years ago
and I'm not certain I could lose another child.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Might Maureen have gone to a friend?
She is due to be married!
Why would she just disappear?
Young women are prone to emotion.
We will find her.
Beattie?
TRUSCOTT: Of course, we all greatly admire Charlie, Dr. Mehta.
"Calm Under Pressure" might as well be his middle name.
Albeit not a particularly catchy middle name.
There we are, Mrs. Salmon, all your gubbins out.
Right, stitching time.
All right?
You know, I think I might knit
our ravishing Nurse Lowe here a sweater.
What do you say?
(nurses giggling)
Was that hotel all it's cracked up to be?
Don't take me for a fool, Otto.
Why didn't you tell me what you did for Jean?
I promise you, I'll show you one of these days.
Shall we get running and walking
in the right order first, old man?
MEHTA: There's some peer review commentary
in the Lancet this week.
Donaldson,
may the great man forgive me please,
is a dinosaur.
ENDERBURY: Just waiting to be wiped out
by a great big meteorite!
I mean it.
Richard...
You simply don't know how lucky you are.
* If I had a needle and thread, tell you what I'd do *
* If I had a needle and thread, I'd sew myself to you *
* That's what I'd do, I'm telling you.. *
I stole it.
Well, Charlie does count every penny,
but I found it looking lonely in his trouser pocket.
Do you disapprove?
No.
No, I don't think I do.
Well, this is on me, so you are complicit.
That's most terribly kind of you Lily,
but really, there's no need.
Oh, there is.
You and Mr. Powell are so generous.
Have you ever had a pizza before?
No, I don't think I have.
You see, my friend...
she wants a baby more than anything in the world,
but it's not, well, happening.
Can I ask you a question, dearest?
Can it be the man's fault?
There.
I asked.
I told her I would.
What do you mean?
He-- the man-- doesn't manage to...
At all.
Isn't Jean quite lovely?
Yes, just so.
*
(coughing)
Mrs. J?
MRS. J: Now Thomas, I told you to stay in bed,
or there will be words from your mother.
Thomas?
(men laughing)
Valerie!
The truth is you're finding life a bit of a struggle.
Do you want to have a go,
see if you can get anything out of her?
Mrs. Smallwood?
Valerie?
She hasn't uttered a word in here.
She was screaming like a banshee at me half the night,
her head full of nonsense!
What do you know about the change, Valerie?
Well, of course you know about that!
No one wants to live alongside someone
whose hormones are turning them into a monster,
do they, Valerie?
I don't think you quite understand my...
Look, nowadays we have a choice.
Well, for the bleeding,
a nice straightforward hysterectomy,
you'll be feeling a new woman in no time.
Or, on the other hand...
Yeah, we could pop you on a really modern course
of hormone replacement,
a simple pill that in a couple of months
will trick your body into believing it belongs
to a much younger woman.
The flushes, the sagging,
the sweating, everything gone,
and presto, it's welcome to the 1960s.
The husbands I'm told come in complaining
they can't keep up!
So if you just pop your things off over here...
I'm sorry, but my husband is having an affair.
Why don't we listen to the doctor
and see what he suggests, dear?
What do you like to do with your time, Valerie?
Oh, she's a devil with a nine iron,
aren't you, old girl?
Well there we go,
we'll have you beating the girls half your age in no time.
Are you married?
Just, sir.
Not cheap to run, are they?
Not sure I follow you.
Wives.
Look, isn't there something
you can give poor old Val to help her?
I mean, an op's one thing, and these drugs...
We... she really needs something today.
I'm not sure how much more of this I can stand.
Mr. Smallwood?
Oh, come on, man.
Drugs!
You know the type of thing.
What, you mean a tranquillizer?
I think we'd better go and see the top man.
I'm not someone who likes to waste his time.
Um...
I'm not a psychiatrist, but, uh...
Librium or something?
Well, you're the bloody doctor!
Good work, old chap.
What's your poison?
Nothing special, but it gets me from A to B.
Better!
Best, actually.
Look...
Listen, why don't I take you to the Black Boy?
To celebrate your first day.
No, that is most kind of you Dr. Enderbury, but I...
Little woman at home?
Have you lost something?
Nothing serious.
Well, five pounds, actually.
We must find you your own department, hmm?
You won't want me bossing you around for long.
(nurses chatting)
(door unlocking)
Ricky?
Ah, Jeanie.
What's in the box?
Champagne.
It's a present from the husband of a patient.
Ricky, whatever's the matter?
I'm a lucky man, aren't I?
Aren't I?
I'm thinking of changing the Morris for a bicycle.
But Charlie, you love that car!
Don't be late.
Shoot!
POWELL: This is extremely serious.
Master Powell has one of the worst cases
of Latin declensionitus I have ever seen.
(laughing)
Body's fit for school
so long as his legs don't actually fall off.
Good god man, how can you laugh at a time like this?
Don't be silly, Daddy.
What?
Say "Ah."
"Ah!"
What's that terrible noise Mrs. J?
Mommy!
Now eat up, young man, or you'll be late for school.
It's a glorious morning.
Cheerio, one and all.
THOMAS: Isn't Daddy happy today, Mommy?
Yes, he is.
(doorbell buzzing)
Lily!
What are you doing here?
I promised to, uh...
Oh, I'm sorry, my head is...
Your feet probably haven't touched the ground!
I promised I'd show you how to throw together a soufflé.
Though I'm sure if you'd rather...
Dr. Truscott was, uh... celebrating.
Oh.
Well, I brought some eggs.
Is that a Kenwood!?
Well you're hardly going to run out of champers, are you?
You want some?
Ricky reckons play your cards right,
patients or their betters
will give you just about anything.
Charlie most definitely wouldn't approve.
Well, why don't you get dressed and I'll get going?
Where's the dish?
Dish?
Sorry, my head is...
That will be the you-know-what.
I mean the soufflé dish.
Our wedding present?
Oh, I'm sure I can find it.
Here, listen to this.
(rock music playing)
Well, that's quite the best Radiogram I've ever heard.
Otto and Elizabeth gave it to us for the wedding.
Incredibly generous.
Make yourself at home.
I'll just go and throw something on.
(sighs)
Dr. Enderbury, I would like to let our lovely visitors in.
Just getting a drip up here, Sister,
so Miss Tilling can feel more like herself.
Could you lend me a nurse?
Mm-hmm.
Nurse.
Remember, ladies,
our families like to see a happy face!
Ah, Nurse Wilson.
Mr. Powell and I run a very tight ship.
If what happened isn't for you, forget all about it.
Do you understand me?
Could you fetch the dressing trolley, please?
Val!
I didn't expect to see you today.
(screaming)
(gasping)
Where better to start than in the kitchen
with a cheese soufflé?
Charlie says there's nothing like it
in the entire known universe!
So, eggs.
How did you meet Charlie?
I was a junior nurse in Pediatrics.
One day, a Dr. Enderbury came
to check up on a lovely little fellow
who had his appendix out.
The moment I saw him, I knew.
That's lovely.
He's seen action-- field medic in Italy.
Stayed in.
And got posted on to Cyprus.
This is also the basis of meringue and custard.
You'll be wanting custard when the little one is teething.
I suspect he and Mr. Powell
lived out eight of their nine lives in Cyprus,
of that I'm certain!
What about you?
A little one?
Oh gosh no, not yet.
There's money to think about.
Charlie wants to get further up the slippery pole first
before I start moaning at him and being sick everywhere.
And besides, you've got to show me the ropes.
You'll soon know all about having a baby.
What happened on the ward
was extremely serious, Mrs. Smallwood.
When I came here this morning,
I just wanted her to tell me the truth.
But when I saw her, every fiber in me knew.
I'm still not entirely sure I'm pleased that doctor stopped me.
Can't see the children coming to see Mommy in Holloway.
My life is over.
Mrs. Gilbert isn't pressing charges.
Well, she hardly wants all Kingston to know.
And I haven't telephoned the police.
Not yet, Mrs. Smallwood.
Oh?
This is a National Health Service,
and health isn't solely concerned with the body.
But there's nothing wrong with my mind.
I understand that Dr. Truscott
prescribed Provarian and Librium for you yesterday?
But I'm not ill.
You're not in control of your emotions,
Mrs. Smallwood.
Have you started taking the medication?
You'll feel entirely different.
The Provarian will stop the flushes and the bleeding.
You'll be able to sleep.
And the Librium will change everything.
It'll relax you.
I don't want to relax!
I discovered that my husband of 31 years
has been fucking the secretary of the golf club,
and I want to kill her.
I'm sorry, that was not appropriate language.
I know women.
I work with them.
And I know that sometimes we need to be tamed.
(knocking)
(quietly): Who is it?
Um...
(knocking)
Um...
What's your name?
Uh...?
(more knocking)
Monty, no, no.
Come on.
Look, it'll be my father.
Oh.
Oh, I've come, sir, to see Nurse Wilson.
Get away from the window!
(train rumbling)
Sir, please!
I can't be late for the train!
(knocking)
Miss Mulligan?
I was so happy for you.
I'm sorry.
And it's terrible to lose it.
(buzzer ringing)
Oh, you'd better get that.
Besides, I've got to go.
Is that the time?
What are you doing here?
(quietly): Jeanie, I need you.
LILY: And when the timer goes, Jean, take the soufflé out.
What was that?
Wrong floor, can you believe?
Next week, why don't I show you my prawn cocktail?
Invaluable when you're entertaining,
as I am sure you will do.
(sudden laughter)
(laughing)
Sorry.
Well, I'd better run along, then.
(stifling laughter)
God, I feel a cow.
You are a cow!
You're the one who's come bursting in here like a lunatic.
And you shoved me in a blooming cupboard!
God, I miss you.
I miss you too.
I'm on lunch--
I've got under five seconds, but I'm desperate.
They will dismiss you if you're late.
Dad took the money from the pot.
I don't know what he's done with it,
but I need bread and bacon and milk.
Ange, we agreed.
I'll give you what I can.
Poor Dad.
Thank you.
ANGELA: Looks like you landed on your feet here, Jeanie.
I lost the baby.
It went.
Oh, Jeanie.
Oh Jeanie, I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to do.
Oh, love.
I'm not sure I can do this.
Oh, love.
What the hell are you doing here, Mr. Powell?
Honestly, if you've got bodies buried under the floorboards,
I wouldn't think any the worse of you.
It's not that.
No, I know.
Some things are best kept...
Quite so.
How did you find where I live?
I followed you home last night.
I couldn't help myself.
Mr. Powell, I...
I don't know about you,
but I for one am absolutely starving,
so I'm going to go to the cafe around the corner.
Thank you for bringing my lunch in.
I honestly think I'd forget my own head
if it wasn't for you, Lily.
I'm sure you'd find it again.
(door opening)
Two teas, please.
(door opening)
To be honest, I wasn't sure walking away like that
would have the desired effect.
I can't stay.
I'm already incredibly late.
Mr. Powell?
Pulse sluggish, undernourished...
There's no way you'd be safe with my patients.
Let go of my hand, please.
I'm sorry.
But you should eat.
Mr. Powell.
We're both married.
The last I heard from Joe was a postcard from Oman.
He's coming home.
You must understand.
I cannot.
Besides, I don't want or need or require
any more trouble in my life, so can we just...
I do understand.
I have never felt like this.
Sorry.
(men laughing)
Ah, Doctor...
Caramba!
I can't... I don't feel anything, Doctor.
Is that correct?
I've been taking the pills you gave me,
and I don't feel anything at all.
Nothing.
Mrs. Smallwood?
All right...
Oh, dear.
TRUSCOTT: Other patients to see.
Okay, here we go.
Let's get you somewhere more comfortable.
THOMAS: Catherine of Aragon, divorced.
Anne Boleyn...
Chopped her head off?
Yes, divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived!
(doorbell rings)
MRS. J: Yes?
I'd like a word with Mrs. Powell.
Can I ask what it's regarding?
Suffice to say, I'm a police inspector.
Can I help, Mrs. J?
Mrs. Powell.
He says he's a ...
Yes, I heard.
You are?
Chief Inspector Mulligan.
There go my manners.
You probably want Mr. Powell, my husband.
He's not here, unfortunately.
No, I'd like a word with you, if I may.
Me?
Well then, I suppose you'd better come in.
Shall I telephone Mr. Powell?
No.
That will not be necessary.
Sausage and mash for Thomas's tea, I think.
And some of those lovely tomatoes you picked
from the greenhouse.
But I hate tomatoes.
Dislike, young man, not hate.
It's quite a residence, this.
Nice lawns.
You've done very well for yourselves.
Very well, indeed.
What's this about, Chief Inspector?
And a son!
Handsome lad.
Bright?
I don't understand...
Ronald.
Ronald, please.
I only have a girl now.
Maureen is her mother's daughter.
I longed for another son, when...
...life changes.
And from that moment, nothing is ever the same again.
Powell cut me dead at the hospital.
Cyprus, 1953.
I want you to go.
Oh, Powell was so desperate then.
The terror of what happened.
The mistakes and the lies.
But you know that, don't you?
But he's done very well, I can say.
He's worked for it all. He's a lucky man.
Can you imagine how it feels to be me,
standing here knowing that
I gave him-- you-- all this?
Look at me.
He gave you money.
He paid you.
In your bedroom, Mrs. Powell, is a photograph:
an American airman.
I have not forgotten what Powell did,
or Dr. Enderbury.
Not in nine years.
Like I say: life changes.
Do you want more money, Chief Inspector?
I can give you money.
How could a man not want to share a bed with you?
He works very hard.
So you keep saying.
I want you to go,
to leave me alone, or I will use this.
Think.
My colleagues at Scotland Yard will not rest
until you are on the gallows.
Young Thomas's life will be destroyed.
The shame alone.
One word to Mr. Powell and the effect will be the same.
I will expose what him and Enderbury did in Cyprus,
and this all comes to an end.
What do you want?
I've never seen anything like you, Elizabeth.
What happens is up to you.
(thunder rumbling)
You have a fine gynecologist, Mrs. Truscott.
You should have no trouble conceiving
after that miscarriage.
How are things?
How much do I owe you?
Jean, please.
Thank you.
I, um...
I don't want to get up the duff for a little while.
After it went, I...
Well, I decided.
Not for a year or two at least.
Just until Richard and I settle.
And I was wondering about this new pill?
I'm married now.
Of course, I think you'd be very suitable.
It works?
All the trials have been effective.
It'd be such a relief, you know?
To be like a bloke, I suppose.
Does Richard know?
You should use normal precautions for a month.
Jean?
The new girl...
Is she up to it?
You know what I mean?
Well, I don't know.
Yes, probably.
But she's not keen on the specials.
I'm sure we can find another nurse.
No need to worry on my and Charlie's account.
Good.
That's good news.
Well, if you ever need me for a special,
you know, or something, I'm sure I can slip away.
I miss you.
And Dr. Enderbury.
We were quite a team, weren't we?
We were, Jean.
We were.
Richie.
Been a long time.
You're looking well.
Qualified, I imagine?
Margaret, you...
Why don't you stop by
for a devilish little martini sometime?
You know how I make them.