(actor speaking in foreign language) (hollering in foreign language) (Dr. Walker speaking in foreign language) (actor hollering in foreign language) (Dr. Walker speaking in foreign language) (waves lapping) ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ (actors chattering in foreign language) (Dr. Walker speaking in foreign language) (actor speaking in foreign language) (tap squeaks) (actor speaking in foreign language) (fruit splashes) - Thanks.

- [Vendor] Thank you very much.

- Thank you.

(gentle upbeat music) (crowd chattering) (gentle upbeat music continues) (crowd chattering) - Language practice only, Doctor.

An educated woman like you obsessed with soap opera?

Huh?

- She's cheating on him, right?

With the little brother, Onya.

Wait!

Or are the brothers cheating on each other?

- [Mari] Do your homework.

You'll find out.

- Doctor!

Help!

- Hello?

- I was taking her to the airport when she passed out.

- Can you hear me?

What's your name?

(Vicky vomits and coughs) - [Dr. Fonseca] Has anybody actually seen Dr. Walker?

- No.

- Well, I can't wait forever.

We're busy today.

Let's start in OPD.

Dr. Nair's surgical clinic.

- Is canceled.

- [Dr. Fonseca] Impossible!

- I sent you a memo last week.

AJ and I have a wedding to attend.

Hence!

- I assumed you'd just decided to smarten up simultaneously, but I knew nothing about a wedding.

- Ah, wait a minute.

I guess that's March.

Ah!

Here we are.

And before you ask, Varun is my closest and oldest friend, so there's absolutely positively no negotiation.

- Fine!

I'll just have to cope.

Finally!

- Sorry.

They just brought someone in.

English tourist, female.

She's fine.

I've sent her for ECG.

She's complaining already, after she threw up on me.

- Then the pleasure of treating your own country woman is all yours.

Dr. Varma, thank you for deciding not to abandon me.

But the reward for your loyalty will be to cover surgical outpatients alone.

- Oh, my pleasure.

And what will you be doing?

- Good question.

- Supervision, which is something you all clearly desperately need.

- I'm sorry.

She wants to see you again, Doctor.

It seems my own advice is insufficient.

- Sure.

I won't be a second.

- Go!

Go, go!

(crowd chattering) - Also, the water's still not working in my cottage.

- I told them to see to it.

Are you sure?

- I showered in perfume again.

- Is that really perfume?

I thought it was vomit.

- Only it's been a week now.

- Fine.

I'll discuss it with them.

Although to be honest, it's like herding cats with Attention Deficit Disorder.

- It seems like a basic requirement.

- Fine!

Complaint noted.

I'll see to it.

You'll be expecting wages next.

- Doctor!

(goat bleats) - No!

Not in here!

How many times?

This is a hospital!

(bright upbeat music) ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ Ah, oh, ah ♪ (bright upbeat music continues) (bright upbeat music continues) ♪ Ah, ah ♪ (crowd chattering) - Well, your ECG is fine, which is a good start.

This heat can take you by surprise.

- Maybe.

It's more likely to be the bloody food.

I've been warned enough times.

No salad, no ice.

But I just don't understand why they can't follow a bit of basic food hygiene.

- You're here on holiday?

- For my sins, yeah.

Never believe the brochure though, Doctor.

- Oh!

Walker, Ruby.

- Oh, thank God you're English.

- Nottingham, born and trained.

- I am sorry about... - Oh!

- [Vicky] What on Earth are you doing here?

- Let's just say it seemed like a good idea at the time.

- Well, at least you understand what I'm going through.

- Doctor!

Quick as you can please.

- Just give me a minute, okay?

(gentle pulsing music) - Suspected vehicle collision.

He turned round.

They didn't dare to stop.

- [Dr. Walker] Is that allowed?

- Of course not!

Even in India, there are some rules, Doctor.

Whether people choose to abide by them is their business.

- Mr. Dave?

- [Mr. Dave] Hmm?

- I'm Dr. Walker.

(crowd chattering) - Does it hurt when I press here?

- No!

- And here?

- No, it's fine.

- Chest sounds clear, belly soft, no sign of a head injury.

You're a very lucky man, Mr. Dave.

- Ah, Doctor.

(waves lapping) (gentle music) - Look.

Look at the size of it.

- What?

- That!

It's the size of a bloody black bird.

Do you think it's poisonous?

Huh!

What am I saying?

We're in India.

Of course it's bloody poisonous.

I'm gonna kill it.

- Don't!

Just shoo it out the door.

(paper slams) Oh!

Damn!

Oh!

Look what you made me do.

- Let have a look.

- It's fine!

- That's deep.

Might need stitches.

- It's nothing!

- No, you need to get it looked at.

Could get infected in this heat, especially if you're not strong.

- I'm fine!

- You need to go and get it looked at.

- I'm not going anywhere.

If you're not prepared to listen to a word I say, you can bloody well get out of my house.

Go on.

Bugger off.

Out!

(gentle somber music) (waves lapping) - Fracture, dislocation, open wound, skin is looking ischemic.

Needs reducing right away.

- So what you waiting for?

Or are you hoping it will drop off and save us all a job?

- You don't wanna take over?

- Basic orthopedic surgery.

I believe the Chinese are already training monkeys to do it.

- Okay!

We need five milligrams of morphine and five milligrams of midazolam.

(gentle bright music) (Dave groaning) - Mordanesh!

I see you!

Bless you, Sir.

- You think he's ready?

- Give him any more and we'll have to peel him off the ceiling.

Ready?

- Okay.

On three.

One, two.

Three!

- Ah!

(leg cracking) Ah!

(groaning) Thank you very much, Doctor.

(head slams) (birds chirping) - Excuse me, Nurse.

- You shouldn't be here.

If you're looking for admissions, you need- Bina Barros!

Oh, my God.

I've seen all your films!

(speaking in foreign language) Then maybe you can help me, darling.

(gentle exotic music) - Back pain is a terrible, terrible curse.

But don't worry, Mrs. Barros.

Huh?

We'll have you down the beach enjoying your holiday again.

Ah!

(chuckles) Diazepam, 10 milligrams.

- That's it!

Thank you, my hero.

- Just need to check with the doctors.

- Huh?

(crowd chattering) - Does that hurt?

- Of course.

- Edge.

- Oh!

- [Dr. Fonseca] How about that?

- Oh, yes.

- I never liked your singing, but your acting's even worse.

If you really need diazepam, you'd be complaining a lot more than that.

I suspect your back is fine.

- No, darling!

It's not!

It really is!

- You're getting nothing from us without a genuine prescription.

Please leave.

(crowd chattering) (upbeat music) (singing in foreign language) - So you didn't catch any registration?

- I was sweeping the sidewalk, minding my business, when I felt this enormous force lifting me and a flash of light.

And then this beautiful silver angel looking down at me.

- A silver angel?

- Then nothing but black.

- So you saw an angel, but not a simple registration plate?

- The shock, no doubt.

Perhaps a near death experience.

You didn't see a registration, but you saw God.

- Mr. Dave, can you feel it when I do this?

- Not a scratch.

You've done a wonderful job, Dr. Walker.

So what happens now?

- I just need to discuss something with Dr. Fonseca.

- Doctor!

- [Mari] Wait!

I'm so sorry.

- Don't worry, darling.

- Could you, please?

- No need.

(gentle music) My pleasure, darling.

- Thank you.

(gentle music continues) - [Dr. Walker] Amputation?

- The foot is critically ischemic.

The Doppler results confirm it.

Probably a popliteal laceration at the time of the accident.

- So we just repair it?

- Dr. Nair is good, but he's no vascular surgeon.

- Thank you for reminding me.

But it's true.

This procedure I can't carry out.

Only a specialist can do this.

I'm sorry, but AJ and I are leaving tomorrow.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go, go.

We can deal with this.

- Then I'll prepare the transfer to Kochi.

- I'm sorry Dr. Walker.

It's not that simple.

I understand Mr Dave has no insurance.

- He sweeps streets for a living, so unless he found a policy lying on the side of the road.

- A repair like this costs thousands.

So without funds or insurance, the best we can do here is a good clean amputation.

- So he loses his leg because he's poor?

There must be something else we can do.

- Afraid there's no choice.

Do you want me to talk to him?

(crowd chattering) - No.

No, he's my patient.

I should tell him.

(somber tense music) (somber tense music continues) (waves crashing) (upbeat music) - Be happy hour in half an hour.

(laughs) - I need a drink.

- Then, Sir, you have come to the right place.

- I'll be the judge of that.

I want a warm pint of proper beer and straight glass.

(upbeat music continues) (cup thuds) Sadler's?

Bloody hell.

- Allow me.

(beer splashes) Uh-uh!

Allow it to settle first.

Savor it.

(upbeat music continues) - You're not from around here.

- Dudley.

Born and bred.

Let me guess.

Aston?

- Close enough.

Christ, you travel halfway way around the world and you still get served by a bloody Yum Yum.

(Greg laughs) Cheers!

- [Greg] Cheers!

(gentle music) (crowd chatters) - It's a bit early for that.

No?

- Ha!

It's for him.

His daughter's getting married.

Trust me, he'll need a drink.

- Wow!

Mumbai has been good to him.

- [Dr. Nair] Well, he is Mumbai's premier vascular surgeon.

- Ah!

(laughs) How are you?

(both laugh) Oh, my God.

What's happened to all your hair?

You must be a worried man, huh?

Don't worry.

I know someone who can fix that.

Come, come!

So you still playing ping pong?

- I'm afraid not.

- So, AJ, your father and I were on the school team, national champions, but he could never beat me.

- That's right.

- Come, come this way!

- Ping pong?

- [Dr. Nair] Mm!

- So what do you think?

- Absolutely stunning, Maron.

You see this, AJ?

All this is possible if you work hard.

- You know, money, it cannot buy you happiness, but it can buy you a nice little summer house.

(group laughs) It's so good to be back!

AJ!

(speaking in foreign language) - Here's a little something for you.

I know you enjoy a good malt.

- I'm afraid I've given up, Rambo.

- Have you?

- Yes!

But I'm sure someone else will enjoy that.

And for the evening entertainment, Bina Barros.

The wife insisted.

By which I mean demanded, "You have to make it happen, huh?"

Now it's one down, one to go.

Ah!

My beautiful Aisha.

I just need a brave man to take on my Samira now.

- [Samira] What the hell is happening now?

- Ah!

AJ, you recognize that racket, huh?

Come, come!

(Samira hollering in foreign language) Where are the pillows?

Where are the rest of the things?

Why isn't everything ready?

- That's Samira?

- [Samira] What are these pillows?

(hollering in foreign language) - [Dr. Nair] You should go and say hello, AJ.

- And girls!

Buckle up!

Finish your rehearsals!

What are you doing?

What are these boxes doing here?

Come!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up and walk!

(AJ clears throat) Oh!

Thank God you're here.

By the way, you were supposed to be here two bloody hours ago.

Hmm?

Anyway, tell your guys to keep the food by the drinks table there.

And did you get that extra rice?

- Samira?

It's me, AJ.

Remember when we were 10 you used to have those ponytails I used to sneak up behind you and?

- Oh, yeah.

I remember.

- What happened to the glasses?

And the, ah?

- I decided to change.

But you, you look exactly the same.

- Thanks.

- I told!

I told you to finish the rehearsals!

- Are you okay?

- Oh!

No, it's just a sprain.

Nothing.

- Well maybe I could take a look.

You know, I work at a hospital.

- You're a doctor?

- A paramedic.

- [Samira] Oh.

- Sort of.

Well, I drive the ambulance.

- Oh!

At least you can drive.

Hey!

Geez, you guys, I told you to stop doing this!

- He just accepted the amputation like we were suggesting removing his wisdom teeth.

- You'll get used to it.

There's a certain nobility to fatalism.

- There's really nothing we can do?

- Not unless we find the driver.

- This is the male ward!

You can't come in!

- I have been waiting back there for over an hour.

What kind of hospital is this?

- Yours, I believe.

- I've tried to explain that any patient refusing treatment must sign a waiver.

- I am not signing anything.

- I'm sorry for the delay.

I was called away.

But I can see you immediately if just go back to your room.

(playful upbeat music) Mari, can you chase up the blood results please?

- Yes, Doctor!

- As quickly as possible.

- Of course!

- Thank you.

- I don't think this is necessary.

(crowd chattering) - This scar.

You've had an operation recently?

- Yeah, about a month ago.

Back in the UK.

Just routine.

- Routine?

This is a kidney transplant, correct?

- It's fine!

No complications.

This trip was to help me try and recuperate, a little treat for myself.

- Dr. Walker!

I'm sorry.

There's a delay on bloods.

Another hour at least.

- That's ridiculous.

I can't stay that long.

- I'm afraid you'll have to.

You're taking your anti-rejection drugs?

- Of course I am.

- Your immune system may be weaker than normal.

Any infection could quickly become extremely serious.

I'll need to check a few things.

Keep you under observation.

- I'm okay!

Really!

- I'm sorry.

But under the circumstances I absolutely insist.

(upbeat music) - Well, how do you deal with all of it?

- I have to admit it is tough.

- Ah, not this.

All the rest of it.

Bloody chaos, heat, insects, people jabbering in your ear the whole time.

- I find the secret is, is just to go with the flow.

Thing about India is you have to be flexible.

Take what comes.

Don't try and fight it all the time.

It's what the locals do anyway.

Intrinsically flexible people.

You know they have a specific god for everything?

- Is that right?

- Life, death, luck.

You name it, they've got a god for it.

(cup slams) - Are you quite sure you're all right, love?

- Oh!

I'm fine, my darling.

Oh!

It's just the Sun.

It's quite unbearable.

I don't know how you can stand it!

- You look very familiar.

- Fine.

Show me your hand.

(enchanted music) (bird chirping) Oh!

(groans) (enchanted music continues) - You all right?

- Uh-uh!

(waves crashing) - I haven't a clue, mate.

(engine roars) - [Dr. Varma] So that's what she told you?

- I admit it seems a bit strange, a procedure like that and then coming all the way to India on her own.

- Strange is the word.

But luckily one of us was not born yesterday.

(somber enchanted music) And so you were operated on where exactly?

- My local hospital in Leeds.

- And the name of your surgeon?

- I can't recall.

- And this procedure happened when?

A few weeks ago, by the age of this wound, eh?

- Yes, but I- - Yet you can't remember the name of the man who operated on you.

- Perhaps it was a woman.

- [Vicky] You know what?

I want to leave now.

- Of course you do because I think you're lying.

This procedure was done right here in India, wasn't it?

- That is an outrageous suggestion.

- But still I believe it to be the truth.

How much did it cost you, huh?

A few thousand?

Or did you get a bargain?

- It's not true!

You can't prove anything!

I don't want this man treating me anymore.

- Listen, what you have done is a crime.

Okay?

So that's fine by me.

I'm very happy to leave you in Dr. Walker's capable hands.

Make sure she's fit enough and then discharge her.

(gentle tense music) (crowd chattering) (bird chirping) - Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

(horn honks) - [AJ] Watch it!

- [Bina] Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

- Bina Barros!

She's playing at Varun's wedding and you almost killed her!

- I thought she was already dead.

- She nearly did the way you drive.

Come on now.

Help me lift her!

- Oh!

Oh!

- Slowly.

- [Bina] Ah!

- The blood reports for your patient, Doctor.

My apologies for the delay.

The laboratory called them through urgently.

- Thank you.

(crowd chattering) - That's impossible.

- Tests we've done strongly suggest acute rejection of the transplanted organ.

- No!

No, they promised me it would all be okay.

- We can help.

Your immune system is trying to attack the new organ, but it's not too late.

- We can offer basic treatment here.

- Liars!

Liars and cheats!

I mean, it was supposed to be a perfect match, right?

Because I signed a contract and they assured me that it would all be okay.

- I understand how distressing this must be.

- Don't!

Don't you dare put your disgusting hands on me.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't either.

No!

Don't either of you touch me!

- I want you to keep your voice down, Madam.

You're disturbing the other patients.

- I can handle this.

You've just had very upsetting news.

(Vicky laughs sarcastically) People say things they don't mean.

- Yeah, maybe some do.

But me, I call it as I see it.

And all I can see right now is a filthy country full of liars and full of cheats!

- Let me tell you what I'm looking at!

A woman who has traveled to my country to steal an organ from another human being.

Someone they've never even met.

A human being so desperate they're prepared to sell a part of themselves to pay their rent and put food on their table to allow their children to have a future.

And I'll tell you what you should do, huh?

You should have the courage to meet that person and to look them in the eye.

And then you should get down on your knees and thank them.

Because let me tell you, Madam, you are not fit to lick their boots.

Treat her and then get her the hell out of here.

(somber pulsing music) - What the hell was that about?

I told you I could handle it.

- Yes, I heard you.

You apologized to her.

She told you not to touch her and you apologized to her?

- No, not really.

I just needed her to calm down.

She was emotional.

- Yeah, she insulted you!

- And I said I could handle it!

I mean, it's not exactly the first time I've had to deal with someone like this.

- So you just accept it?

Is that how it works in England?

A woman like you allows herself to be treated like that.

- It happens and you have to deal with it!

You can't just react!

You maintain a professional manner!

- Oh, I see.

So I'm not professional, huh?

- You screamed at a patient!

My patient!

Not professional!

- Well then, Dr. Walker, for that, I apologize.

Clearly I am mistaken.

But I remind you that this is my country and here a brown person does not have to apologize for the color of their skin.

- Enough!

- Maybe that's something you should learn.

- I said, "Enough!"

I will not accept members of my staff having slanging matches in the corridors of my hospital, no matter what the provocation.

You go and consent Mr. Dave.

If you're gonna cut his leg off, at least get his permission.

What are you waiting for?

(gentle tense music) ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ Oh, oh ♪ (crowd chattering) ♪ Oh, oh ♪ (waves crashing) (crowd chattering) - Everyone deserves a holiday.

- Holiday?

I'm here for the duration.

Or at least... My wife's sick, maybe.

Cancer.

Terminal.

- I'm sorry.

Really.

- Should have gone home weeks ago, but she's got it in her head that she wants to stay here.

You know the worst of it?

There's nothing I can do.

I'm a practical man, you know?

The sort that takes care of things.

I can fix a boiler, but I can't fix this.

- Does she want you to fix it?

- Who knows?

- [Greg] She likes it here?

- Loves it.

Mad for it.

- Well then, maybe that's the best you can do.

Whiskey?

- Yeah!

(crowd chattering) (birds chirping) - It's so sad.

Fame and fortune takes a heavy toll sometimes.

Get her a drip, a vitamin shot, and some painkillers.

Nothing too strong.

I need to make a phone call.

Varun is going to be a very worried man.

(birds chirping) - They're about to consent your husband for surgery.

- I understand.

Thank you.

My husband's a fool, Dr. Walker.

But he's a good man.

We're about to start something together.

And I know how this world is.

If he cannot walk, he cannot work, and we have nothing.

- [Dr. Walker] I'm sorry.

I wish there was something I could do.

(crowd chattering) - I'm sorry.

I had to call you.

- [Varun] What happened?

- Your wedding singer is here.

- [Varun] Huh?

Yeah?

- [Dr. Nair] Bina Barros.

- [Varun] What's wrong with her?

- [Dr. Nair] We found her on the roadside.

- [Varun] Rambo, take me to her.

(somber music) ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Ah, ah ♪ - He said when the car hit him, he saw a silver angel.

It has to be him.

He's the one who hit Rasik!

- You brought me gold.

Now I'll show you how to spend it.

- The whole idea is preposterous.

- I don't agree.

I think the evidence stacks up rather well.

But heaven forbid I should be accused of running a kangaroo court.

We must ensure this is fair.

Dr. Walker, please will you inform the police immediately?

- Yes, Dr. Fonseca.

- [Dr. Fonseca] I think they should assess the evidence and let them decide.

- No, no, please.

Let's not be too hasty.

Obviously this is a rather awkward situation.

Perhaps I should go and see the poor fellow first, talk to him.

- Follow me.

- Ah!

Ah!

- I agree.

Likely popliteal laceration.

- Ah!

- It's tricky, but you have a theater free?

- Prepped for a below knee amputation.

- Mr. Dave, my name is Dr. Varun Kapoor.

I'm an experienced vascular surgeon.

And with your permission, I would like to try and save your leg.

(crowd chattering) (bed rumbling) - Go on!

Say it, Dr. Walker.

I know you want to.

- He hit him and now we just allow him to get away with it.

- Sometimes the wise woman sees a compromise and grabs it with both hands.

And if someone does tell the police, then I will fire you.

And that's a promise.

(gentle music) - I'm so sorry it has come to this.

For someone so talented to end up like this!

I suppose it is a sickness of sorts.

- Darling, you think I'm a drinker, a common alcoholic.

- We can help!

Advise a support group.

- Alcoholic!

You must believe me.

I've never touched a drop in my life until today.

But what else could I do?

Your doctor just won't give me what I need to perform.

If only there was something else I could take or someone I could turn to.

- Varun assures me he had no idea he clipped the gentleman.

- Clipped?

A compound spiral fracture is hardly the result of a glancing blow!

I had to stop Dr. Walker from calling the police.

Of course she now thinks I'm a cynical harpy.

- Police?

Surely that's not necessary.

- Most people would consider it compulsory.

- It's his daughter's wedding, Lydia.

You should see up there.

The guests, the servants, the whole family.

And now he has Bina Barros lying comatosed in the ward.

Surely the poor man has things on his mind!

- Pity it wasn't the road.

- His daughter, Lydia!

The biggest week in his life.

My God, Lydia, I tell you!

You know, if you had children, you would understand.

(somber piano music) (somber music) (waves lapping) - Look what the cat dragged in.

You're pissed.

- And you, my dear, are sober.

But in the morning I will be beautiful.

Anyway, I thought we were supposed to be enjoying ourselves.

- We are.

Just not usually this early.

- I went for a walk.

I got you something.

Hold on.

(waves crashing) - [Maggie] You found me a shell?

- Thought you'd like it.

- I do like it!

In fact, I'm going to put it here.

Pride of place.

- I'm sorry.

- I know.

It's okay.

Let's not fight anymore.

Not now.

- Okay.

(waves crashing) I am pissed.

- [Maggie] I know!

(both laugh cheerfully) - [Paul] Good!

- So Varun, I believe you have saved his leg.

I'll stake my reputation on it.

- You know, if you really want to get away from here and taste the bright lights, you could come and join me.

- In Mumbai?

- Why not?

Now that the hospital has got so big, my real problem is keeping a control of my staff.

I need someone I can trust, someone to keep them in line, manage costs, that sort of thing.

- Like an administrator?

- Maybe, but no, no.

We'll give you a proper title, huh?

How does deputy chief executive sound?

(bright music) Well, give it some thought, eh?

(bright music continues) There, there.

Careful, Ms. Barros.

Careful.

Okay.

Slowly, slowly.

Slowly.

Okay.

(crowd chattering) - I shouldn't have said what I did.

It was unkind.

- There!

All's well that ends well, eh?

Please come to the party.

You're all invited.

- Thank you, but I have work to do.

As do my staff.

- Ah, I've just finished my shift.

If I could, I'd love to watch Miss Barros.

- Well then, you shall come to the ball.

(chuckles) Wonderful!

Wonderful!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, my old friend.

You really saved me.

- No problem.

No problem.

- And I'll see you later, okay?

- Yes, you will.

- And don't forget about my offer, okay?

(fountain splashing) (crowd chattering) - Doctor?

Look, what I said was unforgivable and I want to apologize.

So my kidneys failed 10 years ago.

They just stopped working.

Acute glomerulonephritis.

Still can't spell it.

They told me it wasn't my fault.

It was nothing I'd done.

I didn't smoke, I didn't drink.

But that was it.

Dialysis, three times a week back in that little room with that sodding machine whirring away.

They put me into a prison and I'd done nothing.

But that's what it felt like for 10 years.

- The steroids I gave you should stop the rejection, at least long enough for you to get home.

With the right treatment, there's every chance they can save it.

- The police?

- They'll be informed in the morning.

I think there's a flight tonight.

(somber piano music) (crowd chattering) (somber piano music continues) (gentle upbeat music) (gentle upbeat music continues) (bright upbeat music) (bright upbeat music continues) (guests chattering) (bright upbeat music continues) (guests chatter and laugh) (bright upbeat music continues) (guests chatter happily) - Drink, Dad?

- [Dr. Nair] Hmm?

- Can I get you a drink?

I don't think anyone's had your whiskey.

(guests chattering) - Yeah!

(gentle upbeat music) (gentle upbeat music continues) - Sorry.

Excuse me.

- Thank God!

I was beginning to think.

- You can have them, but you don't need them.

Please listen to me first.

When I was a child, I heard your words more than my parents.

I knew your voice better than theirs.

When I was studying, I listened to nothing but your songs.

So many lonely nights, but they made the world seem full of possibility.

Like I could do anything.

So can you.

(guests chattering) (gentle inspiring music) - Thank you.

(pills rattle) - Ladies and gentlemen!

Bina Barros, everybody!

(audience cheers and applauds) (Bina singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) (audience claps rhythmically) (singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) - Come on, everybody!

(singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) (singing in foreign language) (audience applauds) - [Audience Member] Bina, we love you!

(gentle upbeat music) (guests chattering) - She said nothing.

But this is what she does for 35 years.

And then she turns up and needs to do this and do that.

(group laughs cheerfully) Aha!

Here come the party boys.

You know, I could tell you a few stories about these two.

If you think Samira's a bully now, you should have seen- - Stop it, Dad!

No!

- What she did to this boy when he was six!

I remember.

Oh!

It's okay.

It's only a bit of water.

- What?

- AJ.

- I'm so sorry.

So sorry!

- It's okay, darling.

It's okay.

- What?

- I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

- [Varun] Don't worry about it.

- That's a seatbelt bruise.

- Is it?

- Tell me the truth.

- Samira likes to take a little drive in the mornings.

It clears her head.

Come on.

She's about to finish college, huh?

No point in wrecking her future over a little thing like this, is there?

- Little thing?

- Yes.

You're a father.

You understand!

Huh?

Rambo!

Rambo!

- Come on, AJ.

- Leaving so soon, Rambo?

Rambo!

Rambo!

(laughs) (crowd chattering) (insects buzzing) - She apologized.

I told her to go home.

- She should be arrested.

- Maybe.

Wait!

I thought about what you said and you were right about me.

Well, all my life I've had to listen to stuff like that.

The comments, the little things.

Sometimes just abuse, to be honest.

And I just take it.

Turn the other cheek.

Maybe because I've always wanted to fit in.

When Marcus and I were together, we'd walk into a pub and I could almost hear what they were thinking.

What's he doing?

Why is he with her?

Couldn't he find himself a white girlfriend?

- You shouldn't let it get to you, huh?

Not then and not now.

- I know you're right.

And this is your country.

I don't know.

Maybe now it's mine too.

- Maybe.

You should try it, you know?

Righteous anger.

It clears the head and the sinuses.

(breathes deeply) - So do you give lessons?

- You couldn't afford me.

No.

(gentle music) (breathes deeply) (beer splashing) - That looks absolutely disgusting!

- Like so many things in life, it tastes better than it looks.

Cheers.

(visitor knocks) - You know the drill.

- You really are ashamed of me, aren't you?

- My fault for consorting with a barely functioning alcoholic.

- One day I'll meet a woman who will appreciate me for who I am.

- Good luck with that.

Just remember to feed her unicorn.

- Oh!

(insects chirping and buzzing) (insects chirping and buzzing) - [Dr. Fonseca] I thought you were at the wedding.

- I was.

But then I decided to have a drink with a friend instead, if she'll have me.

(gentle music) ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Ah, ah ♪ (water splashing) - Yeah!

Ah!

Ah!

(water splashing) (gentle music continues) ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Ah, ah ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ (actors speaking in foreign language) (actor hollering in foreign language) ♪ Ah, ah ♪ (dramatic upbeat music) ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪ (dramatic upbeat music continues) ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ (dramatic upbeat music continues) ♪ Ah, ah ♪ (no audio)