Breathless

Aha. You've traded four wheels for two, I see, Dr Enderbury.

Actually...

The Morris is at the garage again.

Reliable simplicity, hm?

Quite enjoyable, I've found.

Have you had to cycle far? No.

Must be going on nine miles, I suppose.

Hm.

The Powell residence. Hello.

Please may I speak with Mrs Powell? It's Mrs Truscott.

Mrs Powell's just stepped out.

Please be so kind as to inform Mrs Powell

I telephoned to invite Mr and Mrs Powell to dine here on Friday.

Yes. I'll be sure to give her the message. Goodbye.

Good morning, Doctor.

Just, you know, checking the equipment before the meeting.

Between us, eh?

I'd removed the polyp and completed the dilatation and curettage

when Dr Enderbury alerted me that Miss Fairfax's cardiac rhythm was erratic.

She arrested moments after.

This procedure, Mr Powell, had lasted how long, do you estimate?

20 minutes.

What are you suggesting, Professor? A simple error of timing by Dr Enderbury?

We can all make mistakes.

Although I would gladly entrust my life to Charlie Enderbury.

He's been my colleague for 15 years.

A procedural error - though understandable, but catastrophic.

If there was any error, it was mine. That is not what I am suggesting.

I know exactly what you're suggesting.

Lily? What are you doing here?

Oh, nothing.

Actually, it's this sad Miss Fairfax inquiry thingy.

Dr Enderbury takes these things very seriously.

Well, that's what I see.

I expect he's the unflinching doctor around this neck of the woods.

So no patter of tiny feet yet, then? Gosh, no.

Last thing Dr Enderbury needs is me moaning and swelling up and...

And how is he?

Not working too hard? You know what they're like.

With Mr Powell, I mean.

Oh, my husband is very much his own man, Matron.

You'll find him in the conference room.

Certainly took their time. No, honestly.

It's rare we get in the room together.

Lily.

I was doing my errands and thought I'd pop in.

Oh, and Mr and Mrs Truscott wondered if we were free for supper Friday.

Well, one thing at a time, Lily. Lily, you look enchanting this morning.

Don't you think, Charlie?

Really, you shouldn't have come. No. You are right.

I wanted you to know just how much I love you.

Dr Enderbury?

If you don't mind.

And, naturally, after the tragedy, I checked both the equipment...

and our procedures.

And again this morning you checked the equipment?

A little birdy told me. No?

So, if we rule out a technical malfunction,

we are left with, as Mr Powell suggested, a human error.

Or a pulmonary embolism or some other natural cause.

Were you under any undue anxiety?

Mehta?

Rumour has it that Dr Enderbury had been assisting Mr Powell with a private patient.

No.

The very night before the unfortunate Miss Fairfax passed away.

And Matron Vosper tells me that the police had mentioned -

Oh, that. Yes. The emergency admission.

It wasn't here, though.

So where? At a house.

Uh, but nothing happened.

Can I ask what private procedure required an anaesthetist at night, at a private residence?

I have never seen anything as beautiful.

I didn't ask you into my life, did I, Mrs Powell?

I never expected...

But things - No.

Inspector.

Not like this.

I will tell you when and where.

Now get out of the car.

Right... Yes, Sister?

I have a job for you.

Leaving at dawn.

Mr Powell needs a nurse to assist him with a multiple delivery,

in Dorset, and he asked for you specifically.

If I was you, I'd forget I ever even told you and go home and get a good night's sleep.

You hear me? I do.

And? I've forgotten you ever told me.

Mm-hm.

Elizabeth. What are you doing sitting in the dark?

I...suppose I was lost in thought and the sun set.

Busy day?

Mrs J left you something.

Good night, Otto. I'm off in the morning.

I'll be away for the night.

Just here, please. Keep the change.

Morning.

What do you want, Richie?

It's the middle of the night for me.

You look rough, darling.

I've been up all night.

It was an emergency.

Treating a patient that was desperately ill.

It made me want you.

Christ, how romantic.

But I realise I love you.

You don't have to love me, you know.

I swear I do.

Look...

Listen.

What happens here has got nothing to do with love. All right?

You save that love for your beautiful Jean, Richie.

What happens here...

..is simply to do with pleasure.

Do you understand?

Mr Powell. Good morning, sir.

Rumour is you're off to Dorset for a multiple delivery with pre-eclampsia.

I would give my left leg to witness you at work and if I could be of any use...

Sorry. One day I will be Dr Cohen but right now I'm more comfortable with Sam.

Sam. I'm afraid I really uh...

I actually cannot think of an excuse not to take you.

I will be indispensible. Right.

Rather against my better judgment - Hello, Nurse.

Oh. Cohen.

But I am - He is more comfortable as Sam

and he is indispensible, Nurse Wilson.

Is he, Mr Powell?

Well, I certainly hope I'm not the gooseberry.

Mrs Powell? I'm not late?

Heavens, no! But do let's keep our voices down. Thomas is still asleep.

Mr Powell announced late last night he'd been summoned on a mercy mission,

so I thought this might be a good few days to introduce him to your parents.

In Selsey. A little holiday.

We uh...talked about half term.

The sea air will clear that nasty chest he seems to have acquired, don't you think?

But he has school. I'll telephone the secretary.

There's a coach up to Victoria and then, I imagine, a train up to Chichester.

You could bring me back some rock.

Truscott, have you seen Otto anywhere, old man?

Mr Powell, I understand, is in Dorset.

A multiple births with complications.

Ah, that's right. Completely slipped my mind.

No-one to hold your hand, Charlie?

The King is dead! Long live the King!

You can't leave Hemmings alone with an unconscious girl

without there being a... Jeannie!

Here you are. Been everywhere.

I wanted to tell you we've having the Friday evening do.

Ah, there's a good chap.

Look, what are you doing here? Seeing as you didn't come home...

We were rushed off our feet all night.

..I thought it'd be better if I came here to tell you myself.

I've invited Dr and Mrs Taj Mahal...

..the Powells...Charlie and Lily.

I can do it. I can.

And your mother and father.

But, Jeannie, you can't cook and my mother -

Lily's promised to help. Well, more than help. But that's not the point, is it?

I thought this was what you wanted.

Anyway, everyone said they'd be delighted.

Eight. Don't be late.

You slept. Short night.

Atten-shun.

Hello. Jackson. You must be Powell.

We've cleared you a bed at the nurses' cottage.

We're a team, Sister. Very modern.

And we have booked three rooms at the Bull's Head.

Shall we visit our patient? Ah. After you.

Oh, don't you look every bit the brave soldier!

You'll have a marvellous time, won't you?

Won't he?

That'll be the taxi.

Now, Thomas dear. I want you to take particular care of Mrs J

and not leave her on the train

or lose her at Victoria.

For heaven's sake, go. Come on.

Bye, darling.

Bye.

Pre-eclamptic toxaemia, Mr Powell, and three foetal hearts.

Thank you, Dr Jackson.

Miss Deacon, sir.

Uh...

Good morning, young lady.

Madam.

Adoption services, Mr Powell, and I would rather stay in the room, sir.

If you must, madam.

Yes. Chief Inspector Mulligan, please.

Chief Inspector Mulligan speaking.

Hello, Inspector. You can come to the house at eight o'clock.

And bring the statements and the photographs, please.

I'll be there.

What's your poison, sir?

Apple juice. Ah.

Nurse Wilson? Gin and tonic.

You don't need to say it. Oh, I think I do.

Have we really driven for six hours

to deliver babies that are going to be taken from their mother?

No. We've driven for six hours

to ensure that neither Miss Deacon or her babies come to any harm.

And it isn't just that.

What?