Breathless

So, here we have Hades seizing the beautiful young Persephone,

dragging her down to the realm of the dead.

Some of you may be familiar with the celebrated Bernini sculpture,

which depicts the same rape,

although it predates this by some 80 years.

Sorry. No, no, it's fine.

It's only just begun.

Hope I don't get told off.

What fun!

We mustn't be too harsh on fierce old Hades.

After all, he did make an honest woman of her.

She became Queen of the Underworld.

Can I get your bags? No, no, no.

I'm stronger than I look. Ma'am.

In here, Mr Powell.

So... when do you cut me open?

First thing tomorrow.

Splendid.

The aviary, which was designed by an unknown architect,

was finally completed in 1889.

Far too hot to hurry.

Whenever the Baron was in residence, he used to come here to feed the birds.

We're told the birds actually recognised his voice.

We'll just step in here.

Mrs Powell.

What a surprise.

Mr Mulligan.

Mrs Enderbury.

Mrs Enderbury? Oh.

Enchanted.

Marvellous, isn't it?

Do you think the birds are happy?

I'd say they are. They're singing, anyway.

Are you interested in gardening, Mr Mulligan?

Silly question.

You must be, or you wouldn't be here.

Oh, hold on tight, we're moving.

You go ahead, Lily. I just want a private word with Mr Mulligan.

What are you doing here?

We got off on the wrong foot.

You promised me the files.

You forced me to let you... do what you did.

And then didn't keep your word.

I'm not proud of that. The lie or the rape?

Please. It wasn't that, don't call it that. Please.

I'm here to ask you...

to beg you, to put all that behind us.

So we can start again.

There are no files.

You had nothing.

Very pleased to meet your friend.

Mrs Charles Enderbury.

Your husband's accomplice?

He seemed um... very nice...

your mysterious man.

Shut up.

Sorry.

Lily, please, really, it's so important. You mustn't mention him to anyone.

Not Otto, not Charlie. All right.

Especially not Charlie. Do you promise?

Good.

Thank you.

We need never refer to it again.

Right.

Better catch up with the tour.

Stifling today. Yes, isn't it?

I'd kill for an ice.

You'll be wearing a bikini in no time.

Right, chaps, on we go. Dr Truscott?

Quick word?

Stand easy, chaps.

Thought I should let you know. Margaret Dalton's here, in a private room.

What?

Margaret came to see me last week.

Abdominal pain, loss of appetite...

some bleeding after sex.

You weren't aware of that?

You examined her?

And sent a smear to the lab.

She has cervical cancer.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

No, don't be ridiculous. I barely know her.

I'm operating tomorrow.

Right, well, if it's just the cervix, we can whip it out in a trice.

If it's spread, hysterectomy.

Yes, we'll see.

Mind if I come along for the ride?

Not at all. Excellent.

- Fancy meeting you here. - Yes.

A doctor in a hospital.

Bizarre.

I phoned you last week a couple of times, called round at the flat...

I've been rather incommunicado.

Sorry.

No.

No, understood.

So, er...

Powell been treating you all right? Mm.

Conceited bastard.

Thinks he's the best gynae surgeon in London.

But I'll let you into a little secret.

He is.

Well, aren't I the lucky one, landing on my feet?

Mehta will cover for me tomorrow, I've got an appointment.

Fine.

No, it's about another job.

At St Albans - head of department.

Oh, terrific. Yes.

Sorry to spring it on you.

They got in touch last week...

wanted a reference.

You didn't mention it. You didn't mention it.

No.

I'm worried about leaving you in the lurch.

No, don't, old chap. I can always get someone else.

What about the Specials? Yes, those too.

Honestly, Charlie.

It's your life, your career. Please.

Pursue it.

Now buzz off.

Thanks, old man.

Oh...

Best of bloody luck.

How did Oliver's father die?

I don't remember in the book.

They may tell us in the show.

Madam. Oh, thank you.

They're beautiful!

Shall I put them in water? Throw them away.

Please.

I shouldn't like to be an orphan.

Well, you won't be one.

We'll need to hurry if we're meeting Daddy.

Before you go, Nurse, could you fetch Mrs Baker's notes?

Nurse?

Nurse!

I...

I've been thinking.

We should...

We should.

Just talk or...

Let's get out of here.

Thank you, ma'am.

Daddy! Elizabeth.

This is Nurse Wilson, Mrs Powell.

And our son, Thomas.

Pleased to meet you.

Likewise. We're going to see Oliver at the theatre.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you.

Are you excited?

Me too.

Are you getting up?

Sorry.

Can't sleep.

Me neither.

What's the problem?

Nothing.

Nothing, nothing at all.

Don't want to bore you with it.

Who's that?

It's me, Dad.

Hello, Jean.

Just been up reading in my bedroom.

You just carry on, Mo. Jeannie.

What are you standing there for, like a lemon?

Come and sit down.

I'm not a lemon. Sit yourself down.

Your sister's at work at the hospital.

You seem well today, Dad.

I'm always well.

Always well.

And you?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Cup of tea?

Did you ever...

love anyone else...

apart from Mum?

No.

Always her.

From the first dance.

You were lucky.

And so was she.

And you will be too.

Don't you worry.

I'll walk you down the aisle.

You don't mind me coming, do you? I don't want to cramp your style.

You look... terrific.

Charlie, the neighbours!

Damn the neighbours. Charlie!

It's like we're on an adventure.

Sorry, you can't eat or drink.

Got a light?

See you on the other side.

Old friends.

First incision.

Dr Mehta? Please proceed.

I am a cumbersome stand-in for Dr Enderbury.

Not at all.

A trusty lieutenant.

I imagine you barely need to speak, just a nod and a wink.