Temple

She's not looking great.

Her kidneys are failing.

Do you know where the organs come from?

No!

- Are you Jay Shah? - Uh-huh.

We have some questions about your recent bank deposit.

- Would you come? - Would I come? Yeah, of course.

Understand something, Keith. That boy is the centre of my life.

She needs to be protected from actions

that will certainly harm her and the baby in the long term.

- I can't have the operation. - You can if I perform it for you.

I'll give you a couple of days grace, mate. After that, you're gone.

Lee.

Are you in there?

Lee!

Mr Simmons?

Oh, hi, doctor.

I was on my way out, and thought I'd drop in to see how you're doing.

- How's the breathing? - Ah, well, about the same.

You doing your exercises?

Trying.

Well, recovery from a punctured lung takes a while, so have patience.

What's, uh...?

What's SHTF?

"Shit hits the fan."

Of course.

Pretty chilling, all you were telling me last time.

- What, about bioterrorism? - Yeah.

Well, it's true. Pandemics have killed more people than wars, and...

...an airborne one, manufactured or not,

would only take about six months to infect the entire planet...

which is why, as I've said before,

the possession of certain simple items and even a small bit of knowledge

could be the difference between, you know...

living or dying.

Hmm.

You're a... a prepper, right?

- Your philosophy is be ready. - Mm-hmm.

Have everything in place for any eventuality.

Absolutely.

So why on earth weren't you wearing a seat belt?

That's a good question.

Sorry, if you'd rather talk to someone else about this...

No, no. Not at all. It's...

I don't know. I guess it's that...

million-to-one or whatever situation where you just...

You forget, you know?

Mmm.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Do you ever feel like God?

- Like God? - As a surgeon.

I mean, isn't that what they say it's like sometimes?

Some people, maybe.

- Not you? - No.

Yeah, but I mean, it's an exciting job, isn't it?

Sure. Now and then.

It's more what you're about, actually.

Preparation. Knowing before you begin you've anticipated any surprises

you may encounter when the patient's on the table.

And are there ever times when you haven't?

- Absolutely. - What happens then?

Then you deal with things the best way you can.

That's when it gets pretty stressful, you know?

Although...

- What? - Well, between ourselves,

and, uh, most surgeons might disagree with this, but, uh...

it's quite thrilling when that happens.

Why?

I suppose because the stakes are so high.

You're in there, trying to outdo fate or death.

You make a choice, in the moment, which could go wrong or cause complications,

so you have to make another choice.

- And so on. - Exactly.

Well, no, I get you.

But what happens when you run out of choices?

Well, you don't.

OK.

There's always something else you can try.

You know what I mean?

I do.

Yeah?

- Sorry to wake you. I need a favour. - Sure.

I'm trying to contact Lee, but he's not answering.

Could you tell him I really need him to get in touch?

- OK. - Thank you.

- And Daniel? - Yeah.

What is it?

Could I just say that I'm really sorry about your wife?

Yeah, well, uh... that may not quite be over yet.

I need to pick up my daughter. Tell him to call me.

OK.

- Hi, Mr Lloyd. - Hi, Katie.

- I haven't seen you in a while. - I know. Is she here?

- Uh, is she supposed to be? - What do you mean?

- Who are you looking for? - Anna.

- Were you supposed to meet her here? - She works here.

- Not at the moment though. - What do you mean?

She's on leave.

Hey.

Where are you?

Where am I? I'm at work.

I've just been there.

- Where? - At Phaxxol, Anna.

He said that they all pinged off the same towers.

- The messages did. - That's right.

The only problem was, which ones?

- It was somewhere central or something? - Yeah, Victoria.

- Embankment down around there, so... - Oh, shit.

What?

Now we've got proof she's in contact with him. Why not force her to talk?

I have another idea.

OK.

- It's not strictly by the book. - I think I already know what it is.

- How? - I think I have the same idea.

- No, you don't. - I think I do.

Well, what's your idea?

What's your idea?

Right, um... what do I say?

Uh... tell him you're fine.

- Should I talk about having the baby? - Why?

Well, would that not be, like, the first thing she mentioned?

- Yeah, probably, yeah. - OK. "You're a father."

"I know, Lee told me.

I can't believe it." Lee?

- "Is it a boy or a girl?" - Oh, fuck.

- What was it? - Uh, girl?

- Are you sure? - No.

- Just say a girl, yeah. - "A beautiful..."

- Why Jemima? - I like it.

"What a beautiful name." OK.

So does he.

"My God, I can't believe we created a life together."

"I know, she's like the...

personification of our..."

- Careful, now. - What?

Let's not start getting too...

- What? - Whatever, pretentious.

Just... take it out.

- What, "personification"? - Yeah.

All right.

- Tell me. - Look, I... I can't.

Why not?

Because I made a promise.

I know it's hard to accept. But if you...

- Is it a man? - No.

I can tell by your face that it is.

- How? - Because you're flushing.

Christ. How can you even now refuse...?

- I'm your partner, Anna. - I know.

Is it against the law? Are you in trouble? Tell me something!

I can't! I made a promise. I can't. I'm sorry.

If you want this relationship to continue,

and I mean this, Anna, then you're gonna fucking have to,

- ...OK? - Well, what is it?

The moment he said that, I just realised that that's exactly what I wanted.

- For it to be over? - Yeah.

- Right. - It's better if I move out of the house

- ...rather than him because... - No, of course.

I just... I guess I've been re-evaluating a lot of things in my life,

and especially since Beth's... her illness, and...

Hmm, well, that's natural, I suppose.

- What do you mean? - That you would do that,

given how awful it was or how shocking her death was or whatever.

And then the fact that you never actually got to say goodbye.

Anyway, like I said, however long you need to stay...

Where did you say your car was?

Uh, the car's in, uh... in garage. The brake line's damaged.

Oh, OK.

How you feeling anyway?

- What about? - About tonight.

- Yeah, good. - Yeah? You nervous?

Nervous? No, why? Do I seem nervous?

- There's a bit of an energy off you. - An energy?

- Yeah, an energy. - OK.

OK.

I think I'm beginning to regret this already.

- Good. - Jump in.

And what's it on?

Um, King James and his influence on Elizabethan theatre.

- Uh-huh. - Hmm.

And what was that?

Uh, I don't know yet.

Oh, shit.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Uh, yeah, I'm good.

The fuck you talking about? Why do you keep harassing me?

Because I need more time.

- A couple of days isn't gonna be enough. - A couple of days is all you get, mate.

- Look, can't we talk about this? - No, we can't.

Today is Friday. I'll be down again on Sunday.

- Sunday. - Yes, Daniel, right...

- Not today? - Did I say today?

I've got shit to do today, right?

In any case, I don't want to see you again, to be frank.

I'll be down again on Sunday, I want you gone by then.

- I don't think that's gonna be possible. - Daniel.

I want you gone by then.

Lee?

Could I have a word with you in my office a moment?