[ Fireworks exploding ]
[ People gasp ]
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
[ Woman squealing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Man speaks indistinctly over loudspeaker ]
[ Fireworks exploding ]
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
[ Muted fireworks explosions ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Thud ]
[ Indistinct conversation ]
LYDIA: Yeah. That's fantastic. Thank you very much.
Thank you. This way.
MARI: Unknown male.
Head injury. Brought in semiconscious.
- Looking better? - Good.
Let's start with the basics. Do you have a name?
Peru?
Entha sambavichathu ennu parayamo?
Could be confused after the concussion?
Yeah, but it's Diwali, so he could be from out of town.
Tum heh, patha hai tum kaaha ho?
Oh, these bruises are old.
There not from the accident.
[ Fireworks exploding, people exclaiming outside ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Hi.
I'm Doctor...
F- O-N-S-E-C-A.
- That's a tough one. - Deaf?
Yeah, looks that way.
Can you tell me your name?
He wants to leave, and where's his bag?
Oh. Here.
How old are you?
Right, 12 hours observation.
Perhaps he'll want to tell us who he is in the morning.
And just to avoid temptation, I'll keep this.
Security deposit. Okay. Who's next?
MARI: End bed.
[ Woman and man vocalizing ]
- [ Groans ] - Your early morning call, sir.
Happy Diwali. The shower is complementary.
And breakfast is currently being served in the bar area.
What is that?
The Cure. Trade secret.
A recipe handed down from barman to barman over the generations.
We removed the amphetamines in 1981,
but essentially it's the same.
And looking at the current state of you,
I would also advise opting for an early night?
And miss your fireworks party?
No, it's legendary.
Everybody makes it to Greg's.
- Tragically cancelled. - What?
Minor disagreement with my munitions guy.
He's doubling his prices, so I told him
to stick his Catherine wheels up his backside sideways.
Diwali is not Diwali without fireworks on the beach.
Sorry, mate. It's out of my hands.
Well, drink up -- haven't you got morning report?
Sh--
[ Gulps ]
Thanks.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
LYDIA: Finally, in a valiant attempt
to keep Diwali outside the hospital,
today we're going to trial a field unit.
Thank you very much.
Dr. Varma and Dr. Walker will lead the good fight,
and the rest of us can hold the fort here.
If it's okay, I'd rather stay in the hospital?
I've got some paperwork from last night to catch up on.
And, uh, AJ could use the experience.
Sure, sounds like fun.
Your dedication to note filling is admirable,
Dr. Walker, but the unit needs at least two doctors.
So I'll have to insist.
Unless Dr. Ray is prepared to step into the breach?
- My pleasure. - LYDIA: Good.
That leaves Dr. Nair on minor ops.
Dr. Walker, you'll now coordinate casualty with me.
What's left to be said is Deepavali Aashamsagal.
- Deepavali Aashamsagal. - Dr. Ray,
we should review Jyoti together before you leave.
AISHA: Yes, Dr. Fonseca.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
AISHA: We can look at better defining the contour
of the periorbital area.
LYDIA: And then replace the damaged tissue?
AISHA: I can work on it at the same time.
Good. Then we're making progress.
There's theater space tomorrow
providing the forces of chaos relent.
If you've both finished sewing patches on your doll,
are you going to ask her what she wants?
Sorry, Jyoti. It's rude to talk over you.
You're quite right.
Maybe you would like to see what we're discussing?
I can feel how it looks.
Still, it might help you understand.
JYOTI: No. I've made a decision.
I don't want any more operations.
There's nothing more you can do.
AISHA: Slowing the treatment is --
No! Not slow down. Stop.
Jyoti, I really think that's unwise.
I want to go home now.
Give me a self-discharge form. And I want to sign it now.
I'm leaving.
This charade is over.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Good morning.
What's your name?
Can you lip read?
Okay.
I need to call your parents.
What's their number?
You're homeless? Well, that makes you
the best-dressed street kid in Barco.
Your age.
15? Which makes you a minor --
a minor who has had a serious accident.
I have no choice.
It's either that or the police.
Aadi.
Bingo.
Sorry. I can't sign that.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
MARI: And maybe 25 packs of that please.
And then, if we get the generic...
It's Diwali.
You will be here until your hair turns gray.
Sign your name here and take a seat down there please.
So if we go back to...
Oh.
Aadi. I know.
Come, I'll show you.
You go down there and you right.
Okay? Right.
- Here, here, here. - Aadi?
Thank God.
You left these. Wear them like your sister does.
Better? You couldn't let us know where you were?
We have been worried sick.
MAN: Just...
Mr. and Mrs. Akkara?
Doctor Fonseca. We spoke on the phone.
Aadi has sustained a minor head injury --
MR. AKKARA: Have you checked with the doctor?
Is this going to affect your operation, huh?
- As I was saying -- - Doctor, Aadi is going to have
his cochlear implants fitted next week
at Doctor Bahsin's clinic.
Now, is this head injury going to affect the procedure?
Well, the injury appears minor.
I'm no specialist, but I can't imagine it
changing anything at this stage.
- Oh, so we can take him home? - LYDIA: Yeah, sure.
I'll ask Sister Mari to help you sign him out.
- This way, please. - MR. AKKARA: Good.
I'll get the car. Do you have the keys?
Um, only after the full observation period
has been completed, of course.
Another six hours.
There's no alternative?
LYDIA: I'm afraid not with a head injury.
We can't afford to take any chances.
Especially if he's having an operation.
MR. AKKARA: Of course. Of course I understand.
- Yes, yes. - That's fine. We'll wait.
LYDIA: Why don't we talk in my office?
- Okay. There we go. - Yes.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
- Was I ever that keen? - AISHA: Worse.
You were the only student in Mumbai to iron his white coat.
Now there is a lie.
It was adorable and you were smart.
Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered with you.
So you and Dr. Walker, you're not talking?
- Believe me, it's obvious. - [ Chuckles ]
What? You think I'm that woman?
I'm not sure I know who you are.
Let's get to work.
Your son was lucky.
Arguments with moving vehicles rarely end well.
Please take a seat.
MRS. AKKARA: We're grateful to you for all your help.
Now, Diwali is a family time.
We were surprised to find your son out so late alone.
My son is a teenager, Dr. Fonseca.
And like so many boys of his age,
he thinks work and discipline is applicable only to others.
And thanks to his condition, he has a lenient mother.
Actually, my husband and Aadi had an argument.
He went to his room.
I went to call him down for dinner, and he was gone.
- Has he's run away before? - A few times.
Performance, nothing more.
He just wants to get his mother's attention.
LYDIA: Well. It's hard being Aadi's age.
People will treat him like a man,
but inside there's still a child.
And the idea of surgery can be very frightening.
He may worry he'll lose a part of himself in the process.
Have you talked to him about it?
My son is intelligent.
He knows that this is a great opportunity for him.
Yes, and we have been saving for this procedure for years.
This condition means that the implant
will allow him to hear again.
- Yes. - Well, then, sky is the limit.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
RUBY: Ted, I'm sorry, we're in the middle of Diwali.
The roads are jammed. It's total chaos out there.
And there's still a risk of dengue.
As soon as this is all over, I'll take you there myself.
I promise.
If it would set your mind at rest, I will obey.
But under protest.
Thank you.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
MAN: Hello, sir.
How much to Amuroor Village?
I want the real price, sir,
not some number you pluck out of the air.
-900 rupees, yes. - Fine.
[ Firecrackers popping ]
AJ: Colonel Nagra, if you let Doctor Varma know what happened.
Occupational hazard during Diwali I'm afraid.
Most people don't know how to handle explosives.
I was trying to demonstrate the correct procedure.
- This is a nasty burn. - Nah.
I still have my hands, don't I.
How bad can it be?
Okay, it's clearly a stoic.
But we're going to need to get him some stronger
pain medication than we're carrying.
We need to get him to the Good Karma.
- Okay, I'll call an ambulance. - No. Lesson number one.
A good doctor is always ready to improvise.
A tuk-tuk, are you serious?
GABRIEL: The Good Karma Hospital, please.
Come on, sir. Come.
- NAGRA: Yeah. - GABRIEL: Okay. Go.
AJ: Oh, this is a joke.
GABRIEL: Go. Go. Go. Thank you.
WOMAN: Help! Help, please!
- What's her name? - Safa.
Dr. Ray.
[ Safa breathing raggedly ]
Okay, I'm just going to check her airway, okay?
[ Tense music plays ]
Any history of respiratory illness?
She has asthma.
But I forgot her puffer thing at home, I'm really sorry.
I want you to breath deep and slowly. Okay?
Take two long deep breaths with me, okay.
One and slowly and out.
And two.
And out.
Okay, perfect.
Now we're going to put this over your head.
Okay. Breathe in...
and out.
In and out.
Very good. Yeah, okay.
AISHA: Are you feeling better?
GABRIEL: She needs prednisolone.
And there's a nebulizer here. Okay?
MAN: Doctor, help! My eyes!
- GABRIEL: Sir, over here please. - MAN: Doctor, please, help!
- Okay, all good? - Steroids? What's the dose?
I'm only a surgeon.
-20 milligrams. Okay? - Okay.
GABRIEL: Okay, sir, I am a doctor.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
- Namaste. - WOMAN: Namaste.
TED: Good morning, ladies.
Ah, Mr. Dalrymple?
I thought it was you.
Ah, Father Gibson. So we meet again.
Please, call me Teddy.
Everyone else does, whether I like it or not.
So what brings you back here again then, Teddy?
Oh, a little matter of the heart.
I've been searching for this place for rather a long time.
Really. How interesting.
Would you care to tell me more?
- TED: I would. - GIBSON: Good. Good.
There's enough here for a week,
and Dr. Fonseca has asked me to book you in
for a follow-up clinic.
I'll arrange a taxi for you
as soon as you're ready to home, okay?
I've been watching.
You've hardly been home.
It's our busy time.
And, actually, I haven't really felt like celebrating.
You should go out more.
Find yourself a husband.
Someone you love, obviously.
You know, all I ever wanted to do was help you.
It's covered, yeah?
I don't want to frighten anyone.
If I can't be presentable, at least I can be invisible.
Jyoti, please, I'm here for you.
Good-bye, sister.
Thank you for everything you've done for me.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
- Watch your head. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Just through here. - Don't worry about me.
20 years in the army, man and boy.
Maybe you should join the army, make a man out of you.
I'll think about that.
[ Car starts ]
RUBY: We did everything we could for her.
You think?
What's her future now?
No hope, alone. Ruined.
You want to know the truth?
We did nothing.
Nothing at all.
And some of us did less than that.
Deepak's got clean away with it.
I knew the name Dalrymple rang a bell.
Yeah, here it is. - TED: Well, I never.
Peter John Dalrymple. That's my father.
What is this?
It's a list of all the people that have donated
to the orphanage over the years.
Why, isn't that something?
Father's name, carved in stone.
Here, of all places. I had no idea.
We all leave our mark on this world, one way or another.
Our family was happy here, Father.
I was happy here.
Thank you. Good to remember that.
And now?
Have you heard of an assisted living unit?
- Never. - Keep it that way.
Noted.
Did you say that you like cricket?
Oh, yes.
Oh.
It's a good point!
Go for it! That's it.
Go on now. He's aiming for you.
[ Melancholy music plays ]
Oh, it's a four! Well done.
Here you are, son.
Good throw! Bravo!
[ Applause ]
GIBSON: Oh! Good luck!
Thirsty, boy?
Better? - Thank you.
TED: You keep it. You keep it.
What's your name?
- Edmund. - Hello, Edmund.
My name's Teddy.
Teddy? Your name?
Your named Teddy?
Snap!
[ Laughs ]
Boys, that's the match. Well played, well played.
Let's have some juice. Come on.
Well played. Whoo!
Well done, my friend. Let me have that bat back.
Good. Well played. Nice bowling.
[ Melancholy music continues ]
GABRIEL: Okay, so this should be the last one that I do.
One more flush. Okay.
Stay still if you can. Okay, thank you.
She's feeling much better now. Thank you so much.
Uh, will we need to stay here much longer?
A while. Just to be on the safe side.
Uh, if you don't mind,
I have to pick up my son from school.
I- I'll be right back.
Of course.
WOMAN: Mama will be back soon, okay?
- GABRIEL: I've got it. - MAN: Okay.
- There you go, sir. - MAN: Thank you, Doctor.
Colonel Nagra.
Sister Rodriguez, as beautiful as ever.
And here I was hoping that I would see out Diwali
without your visit.
Every year there's some kind of explosion, huh?
[ Chuckles ] But if didn't come,
I would miss that sweet smile of disapproval
you give me every year. - MARI: Hmm.
[ Chuckles ] You better be careful, okay.
NAGRA: I will.
So... how are you with fireworks?
Bar's closed!
Unless you're into self-pity and warm ale.
Colonel Nagra, meet Greg.
Greg, meet Colonel Nagra.
Now, Colonel Nagra used to be in the army.
Bomb disposal.
Tell him what you told me.
You know what I miss most about being in bomb disposal?
The controlled detonations.
Boom!
- Boom? - Boom.
Well, first, 16 parts of potassium nitrate.
That's your basic explosive.
Handle with extreme caution.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
- Now tamp it down a bit. - Carefully?
Yeah, sure. Whatever.
Your compounds --
strontium for red, copper for blue, calcium for orange.
Any preferences?
The patriotic choice would be saffron, white, and green.
Okay, then it's calcium and magnesium and barium.
Just -- Just a dash of each.
Gently does it...
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Now get the crown on top.
Nice and tight. Nice and tight.
Well done.
Not bad at all, but a little too small.
Yes?
- I like the way you think. - Yes?
[ Festive music plays ]
She said she'd come back.
GABRIEL: She will.
What if she never comes back?
Then you'll just have to stay here and join our team.
- What? Really? - I'm just joking.
Although, I could teach you how to be a doctor.
- No. - No? Okay.
Then maybe we could wrap you up in these bandages
and make you look like a really scary mummy monster.
- Yes! - Yes? Uh, Dr. Gabriel?
Would you like to join us?
Yes. Okay.
So how scary is this monster?
- Really scary, right? - Yes!
- AISHA: Really scary. - GABRIEL: Like super scary?
- SAFA: Yes. - Super, super scary?
Okay, let's see what we can do.
AISHA: So scary.
You know, monsters, they always have to roar.
Can you roar? Roar!
[ Aisha laughs ]
Rar!
[ All roaring ]
Oh! Oh, you scared me. Oh.
[ Melancholy music plays ]
LYDIA: Aadi?
Aadi. Why were you running away?
Your father...
hits you?
[ Sighs ]
Do you think we should we call the police?
In case something's happened to her mother?
She's safe here.
Isn't that her?
GABRIEL: Hello.
Madam!
Hello, madam!
Hello!
Hey! Hey, madam!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You just abandoned your own child.
Doctor, I'm sorry. I just lost you guys.
I was trying to find you.
But I met some friends and...
Well, I hope you had some fun, huh?
- SAFA: Mama! - Hi!
Hello darling, how are you?
- Fine. - Did You have a nice time?
- Yes. - Let's go. Thank you. Sorry.
How about we get an ice cream.
GABRIEL: Can you believe this?
She just left her own daughter with us while she got drunk.
Do you want to call it a day?
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Load the tubes.
Check.
Connect to the controller.
Check.
Connected to the controller.
Check.
Familiarize yourself with switches.
[ Electricity humming ]
Power.
Arm.
Boom.
Hello. Do you mind if I join you?
- Not at all. - Thank you.
Your son and daughter seem very close.
Thick as thieves.
Yes, they are.
I noticed that your husband doesn't sign.
That can't be easy.
No, I took lessons when the children were younger.
And my husband was so busy working.
He tried.
Things...
Things have been difficult between them
since the beginning.
Aadi was the eldest, his son.
The day he was born, he was so proud.
But when we realized he was deaf...
and then his sister, the same...
We love our children, Dr. Fonseca,
but that doesn't make it easy, you know.
LYDIA: Your husband things that this operation
will change that, does he?
Fix things between him and Aadi?
They belong to different worlds.
But we both want to give him his best chance
for when he starts the college.
Aadi's grades are improving, you know.
He says he's happy being deaf, but...
I don't want to watch him struggle.
Your daughter...
she seems a smart one.
Yes, sharp as a tack.
LYDIA: Sharp enough for the cochlear implant operation?
'Cause she could really benefit from it, too.
MRS. AKKARA: No, she's a girl.
For her, it's easier.
Aadi's our challenge.
Oh, it's five o'clock, already.
So we can take him home, yes?
- Yeah. Sure. - MRS. AKKARA: Yeah?
Thank you so much.
[ Melancholy music plays ]
Well, um, maybe he went has gone out for some fresh air?
He's taken the rucksack.
MR. AKKARA: Go, go, go, go.
He can't have gone far.
Do you know where he is?
I saw you arguing earlier. Why?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Firecrackers popping ]
[ Tense music plays ]
[ Melancholy music plays ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
What she's saying is he's going far away forever.
He thinks the implant will change who he is.
He was near the bus station when he was hit.
The bus station, is he going back?
Where, Ranjana?
Mumbai. - MRS. AKKARA: Mumbai?
- LYDIA: Come on. - MRS. AKKARA: Mumbai.
MR. AKKARA: Come, come, come!
[ Cheering ]
[ Fireworks exploding ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Siren wailing ]
Off duty, right? Five minutes ago.
MARI: Officially.
Okay. Place your bets.
Swallowed a firework current favorite at two to one.
Drunk in charge of a tuk-tuk, five to two.
Trampled by stoned goats.
Last year twice!
MAN: Presumed overdoes, BP 80 systolic, resps five.
- MARI: Jyoti... - MAN: Her mother found her.
Let's get her to resus.
Shit. Come on...
Pinpoint. Have we got access yet?
Yes, Doctor. I'm in.
Looks like an opiate OD.
MARI: We sent her home with medications --
codeine and paracetamol.
Right, let's take blood for levels, naloxone IV.
You're nearer.
Quickly, she's crashing.
[ Monitor beeping ]
Naloxone in.
Flushing.
[ Tense music plays ]
- [ Gasps ] - RUBY: We got her.
Right, she's gonna need some more IM and a Parvolex IV.
Yes, Doctor. I'll get help right away.
[ Wheezing ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Tires squeal ]
LYDIA: Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me. Excuse me.
I'm looking for a boy with a rucksack.
Ek Ladka, bag ke saath, laal bag?
MAN: Neh dekha,madam.
LYDIA: I can't see him anywhere. We need to find the bus.
[ Horn honks ]
[ Man speaking indistinctly over loudspeaker ]
[ Horn honking ]
[ Fireworks exploding ]
AISHA: What are they doing?
I don't know.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Both chuckle ]
Thanks for helping me today.
You're a quick learner.
20 milligrams. Once a day.
Impressive...
for a surgeon.
[ Soft music plays ]
Dr. Ray, your patient is here.
In resus.
Deliberate overdose of paracetamol and codeine.
She's had naloxone and is on her first bag of Parvolex,
pending levels.
GABRIEL: Ruby...
[ Horns trill ]
LYDIA: Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Thank you.
Excuse me. Could you tell me where the Mumbai bus is?
- Mumbai? - Yes.
- Just gone! - No!
LYDIA: It's all right. It's all right.
Look, the police are down there. We'll get them to stop the bus.
He won't get far. It's fine.
[ Melancholy music plays ]
[ Horns blaring ]
[ Tense music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversation, laughter ]
- MARI: Deepak? - Yes?
Oh, stop it!
[ Gasping ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Panting ]
It's just water.
Do you hear me?
It's just saltwater.
Now you know what it feels like.
That moment when someone takes away your entire life,
your entire future.
And for what? For some twisted pride?
For honor?
See your precious son now?
Groveling on the floor, crying like a baby.
Get out of my house.
She has more honor in her little finger
than you will ever have in your entire twisted family.
Some scars you can't see.
But the ones on people's souls, they never heal.
[ Deepak gasping ]
I pity you.
[ Bottle clatters ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Thunder rumbles ]
Ted.
Hey.
I went back there.
I saw her -- Dina.
I met her grandson.
- Did you speak with her? - No I-I lost my nerve.
I welshed on the deal.
Ironic, isn't it?
Court-martial offense.
Sometimes it's better to remain a memory.
She's theirs, not mine.
[ Melancholy music plays ]
♪ Taken away to the dark side ♪
♪ I want to be your left-hand man ♪
♪ I love you when you're singing that song ♪
♪ And I got a lump in my throat ♪
♪ 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong ♪
- GREG: Here you are. - Thank you.
- GREG: They'll find him. - Will they?
If he wants to get lost, this is a hell of a big country.
You did what you could.
And when that's not enough?
Did I ever tell you about the time
I burned our shed down with a Roman candle?
No.
Well, technically, it was 15 Roman candles.
It was the showstopper! Tommy thought it was brilliant.
She ribbed me about it for weeks.
So am I going to impressed?
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Entire thing's been planned with military precision.
Thank you.
- What for? - Keeping me sane.
Well, that, Dr. Fonseca, is a matter of opinion.
- [ Laughs ] - Okay!
Right. [ Ringing bell ]
Pray silence, people! Pray silence.
Tonight will go down in Barco history.
In previous years, our enormous display
has dropped both jaws and shorts.
Oh, yes. But tonight, thanks to the Colonel of Chaos,
we believe we have surpassed ourselves.
So please join me in the final countdown.
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
[ Button clicks ]
[ Murmuring ]
Do you need a match?
Oh, dear, is the poor chap firing blanks?
GREG: It's meant to be fully automated.
[ Button clicking ]
It should be happening.
[ Fireworks whistling ]
[ Fireworks exploding ]
[ Cheering ]
Ah... [ Chuckles ]
- GREG: Look at that. - LYDIA: Ah.
Oh, ye of little faith.
Well done.
- Boom. - Well done, Colonel.
A little too much potassium?
[ Chuckles ]
AJ: Just might be a little.
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
What?
[ Cheering ]
[ Woman and man vocalizing ]