(soft orchestral music) (car horns tooting) (background people chattering) (soft orchestral music) (bell chiming) (gate creaking) (soft orchestral music) (people speaking Dravidic) (soft orchestral music) (soft orchestral music continues) (soft orchestral music continues) (lid creaking) (soft orchestral music) (soft orchestral music continues) (Sister Inez groaning) (Sister Inez thudding to floor) (nuns gasping) (soft orchestral music) (melodic orchestral music) (singers vocalizing) (melodic orchestral music continues) (melodic orchestral music continues) (melodic orchestral music) (singers vocalizing) (tuk-tuk engine whirring) - Bacon roti.

- Thank you.

(background people chattering) - Seriously?

- You've haven't lived, seriously.

(vendor clearing throat) And brown sauce?

(laughing) You got some!

I could kiss you.

You've tried this?

- Yes, quite foul.

(background people chattering) (cellphone ringing) Oh.

Just, um.

(cellphone ringing) Marcus.

Hi.

Sorry?

So all I have to do is sign it?

- Well, if you're still okay to sell the place?

I mean, we can talk about it if you like.

But it's an offer at the asking price and they want to move as soon as possible.

- No, no, no, sure, it's fine, it's what we agreed on.

(background people chattering) What time is it over there?

- Oh, it's the middle of the bloody night.

Another false alarm.

Couldn't sleep.

So how are you?

(soft piano music) - Good.

Really good.

(soft orchestral music) (background people chattering) (soft orchestral music continues) - Listen, if this goes wrong, the hospital is over there, okay?

(soft orchestral music) - You are joking?

Oh, she didn't?

I told you, your mum is clinically insane.

You remember that time we went over and she answered the door stark naked?

Right, yeah, yeah, that's her story.

(car horn tooting) I've got to go.

- Dr. Walker, we're needed.

A nun has collapsed.

- Anyway, I've got to go.

- Dr. Walker?

- Yeah, just send it.

Did you just say a nun has collapsed?

- Exactly.

(car rumbling) - You look terrible.

- (groans) I feel terrible.

- No, no, no, no time for that.

Come on, get up!

- [AJ] Okay.

- [Ram] Come on!

Leave that!

- Okay, okay, Dad, what are you doing?

- Time to smarten you up, you look like a damn tramp.

- Look... (light melodic music) - [Mala] Is this him?

- Yes.

(melodic orchestral music) - Handsome enough, I suppose, with work.

What's with these rags?

Clothes maketh the man, Dr. Nair.

- I know, I've tried, Miss Pradeep, but the boy just won't listen.

- Okay, can I just say- - Ssh!

They never do.

If only you'd have taken after your father, clearly, a man who knows how to dress.

- Oh, you are too kind, Miss Pradeep.

Will you to take him on?

- Ordinarily, no, I would not.

My client list is exclusive.

They expect the very best.

- I understand.

- But, um, then, I do like a challenge.

Marrying off this boy will be my ultimate achievement.

- Really?

- Yes.

Your son is, er my Everest.

(Ram chuckling) (cellphone ringing) Oh, I'm sorry, there's a call from Chennai.

- Sure.

- Excuse me.

Hello?

- Are you crazy?

I don't need a marriage broker.

- Are you married?

- No, but- - My point precisely.

Clearly, my son is in need of female company.

This way, we can get somebody who's appropriate.

- Appropriate?

Oh, you mean brown, right?

- I mean a girl who's, who's a serious proposition.

That's all I ask.

Only if your mother were here, she would've wanted this too.

- I'm not listening to this.

- [Ram] Oh, AJ.

AJ!

(gentle melodic music) (background reggae music) - Crab racing?

- [Greg] Imagine the Grand National, only sideways.

- And you bet on this nonsense?

- No, not at all.

Gambling's strictly illegal in India.

Which is why Greg McConnell's Annual Crab National is incredibly popular, places strictly limited.

So, are you in?

- Go on, then.

When in Rome.

1,000 rupees.

- [Greg] Do you wanna see the form?

- Bloody crabs have form?

- For some reason, I get the impression you're not taking this entirely seriously.

- Just put it on the favorite.

- Oh.

- Each way.

- Very wise.

Incoming.

- Hiya.

- Hi.

(Maggie panting) (bright Indian music) - You're unnaturally quiet, Dr. Walker, usually, I can't shut you up.

Something bothering you?

- It's fine, not important.

- Why don't you let me be the judge of that?

Well?

- We're selling my house, our house, which I suppose means it really is over.

Me and Marcus.

- God put those big brown eyes in the front of your head for a reason, Dr. Walker, look forward in life.

Turn the next corner and meet the future head on.

- I know, I know.

We met when I was 16.

He was the first boy I ever kissed.

- And you stayed with him?

How lacking in imagination you must have been.

- I think I was in love.

- Impossible, you were only children.

The whole thing sounds like a dreadful mistake.

Take my advice, a man you don't love is like a sticking plaster you don't need, just rip it off, it only ever hurts for a second.

- You're probably right.

- No probably about it.

Haven't you realized by now, I'm always right?

It's a cross I have to bear.

(bright Indian music) - [Maggie] You love trains.

- [Paul] I prefer sitting down with a light ale.

You're not well and I hate bloody temples.

- Tough.

We're going.

It'll be a cultural experience.

- I refer you to my previous answer.

- And you'll have to change, you can't meet God in a Villa shirt.

(gentle orchestral music) - [Ruby] So the nuns make wedding dresses?

- It's a tradition that stretches back donkey's years.

Young brides and their families travel for days just to collect their trousseau.

It's a form of devotion, exalting God through labor.

Some people pray, here, they sew and stitch wedding gowns for Jesus.

- Sounds amazing.

- Or ridiculous, remind me to lend you my copy of "The Female Eunuch," Dr. Walker.

- Hello.

- Still, she looks happy.

- Didn't we all?

- Thank you for coming so quickly.

- Had she complained of feeling unwell?

- Sister Inez has taken a vow of silence, Dr. Fonseca, I wouldn't expect her to.

In this order, we take discipline very seriously.

- And here?

Sickness, fever?

How about when you pee?

Mutra?

- You may speak to the doctor.

- It hurts.

- Well, I think you'll live, but you should've called me earlier.

It's probably a urinary tract infection coupled with a simple faint.

We're going to need a sample.

- So this will tell us if you have an infection.

We can check for blood, protein, white blood cells, oh, of which you have a full house, congratulations.

- So what happens now?

- We need to start you on a course of antibiotics.

We need to make sure that you drink plenty of... (gentle orchestral music) - Is everything all right?

- The tests we've taken indicate that you do indeed have a urinary tract infection, but also that you're pregnant.

(soft orchestral music) (train horn blasting) (soft Indian music) (soft Indian music continues) (background people chattering) - Did you really need me to wear this shirt?

It traps the heat like nobody's business.

Now I know why Gandhi wore a bed sheet.

- You look good in black, everyone does.

- [Paul] Okay, okay, why are all the blokes wearing flowers round their necks?

- It's traditional, it says so in the guidebook.

You should be wearing one too.

Excuse me.

Here.

Oh, stop fussing, come on, it's this way.

(soft orchestral music) (background people chattering) (soft orchestral music continues) - [Ruby] You do understand what this means?

- Of course.

This baby is a gift, a true miracle.

- So do you have any idea who gave you this gift?

- Isn't it obvious?

It's Him.

(birds chirping) (gentle orchestral music) - You believe her?

- That she has an immaculate conception?

I may be an extremely lapsed Catholic, but I'm not totally stupid.

No, some miracles are more easily explained than others.

(soft orchestral music) - Okay, lift your right arm, please.

And now your left.

- Believe me, I'm trying.

- You see?

- I'm afraid it looks like you've suffered a stroke.

That's why you can't move your left side.

Now, when did this all start?

- Less than an hour ago.

- Ah-huh.

- This place was the nearest.

So what happens now?

- I'll prescribe some treatment to thin the blood and then you'll need a scan, which I can arrange.

In the meantime, we'll do everything that we can.

Okay?

- Thank you.

- Okay.

- My husband, he'll get better?

- Er, I'm afraid that, at this stage, that is impossible to say.

- We want the best treatment.

We have funds, and Dr. Nair is a personal friend of my husband.

- Yes, er, all our patients get the very best we can offer.

But I'll make sure that Dr. Nair is aware your husband is here and also he can arrange any transfer, if that's what you'd prefer.

- Thank you.

- "We have funds," hm?

The girl had nothing before she married him.

- You don't approve, Sister?

- "In sickness and in health," Doctor.

Perhaps now we'll see how true that is, hm?

(soft Indian music) - I am pleased her condition is not serious, but I'm very much against my novices leaving the convent, unless there's a genuine emergency.

Now, is this ultrasound scan really necessary?

- Absolutely essential.

I've arranged for an appointment first thing tomorrow and given the circumstances, I wish to take care of this case personally.

- In that case, I will make an exception.

- What's going to happen to her once Mother Carmen finds out she's pregnant?

- God knows, but she's gonna need help to deal with this.

- So how long were you married?

- Whoa!

What brought that on?

- Sorry, if you don't wanna talk about it.

- One confession deserves another, I suppose.

Jules Fonseca was... an entertaining man.

Impossible, but entertaining, right up to the day he left.

- But you still kept his name?

- So would you, if you had my maiden name.

- What was it?

- Which is something I have never told anyone and never will.

- So what happened?

- I woke up one morning and he'd gone.

Haven't heard from him since.

- Wow!

That must've been hard.

- Yeah, well, life goes on.

Just rip it off and it only hurts for a second.

And the sex was fantastic.

(melodic Indian music) - So Josie, what first attracted you to this exciting, public-facing retail employment opportunity?

- Sorry?

- Why do you wanna work here?

- Truthfully?

- Always.

- I really don't, but it's my fastest route to a plane ticket out of here, so.

- I see.

In that case, you're hired.

- Really?

- Hm.

(waves lapping) - Amazing!

- Miraculous.

You were the only applicant.

So when can you start?

- As soon as you need me.

- Good answer.

Can you tell me what that is?

- A dishcloth.

- You're a natural.

Come on.

(people laughing) (background reggae music) - [AJ] You gave her a job?

- She was by far the best candidate.

- Okay, what about them?

- She's gonna be so jealous.

- They run out of money, Daddy FedEx's a new credit card.

Her desperation is my profit margin.

- Oh, that's it, I'm gonna kill myself.

- [Greg] Fine, just not here.

Suicide's bad for business.

- No, it's worse than that.

My father hired a marriage broker.

(background reggae music) - Is that so bad?

Means a lot less effort on your part.

- So you would have an arranged marriage?

- I met a girl once, clever, pretty, sweet.

For some reason, she liked me.

Wanted to get hitched, kids, the whole deal.

- Okay, so what did you do?

- I bought a one-way ticket to India.

(AJ laughing) I just think you should consider the alternatives before it's too late.

- Hari Menon?

I went to school with him, he was in my class.

What's wrong with him?

- Stroke, left hemi.

- Oh.

- I've started anti-platelet therapy.

So is he a close friend of yours?

- I haven't seen him in years.

I heard he remarried, a younger woman.

- Yes, very attractive.

Mari doesn't approve.

- Ha!

Hari never cared about what other people thought of him, probably that's how he got so rich.

(background people chattering) - [Gabriel] Mr. Menon, how are you?

(soft orchestral music) (soft orchestral music continues) (background people chattering) (serene Indian music) - [Paul] Is this it?

- No.

- How much further is it?

- Oh, about eight, to 12 kilometers depending on- - 12 kilometers?

That's nearly, that's bloody miles.

- If you can't handle a small hike, you're welcome to stay here.

Us ladies will pick you up when we're done.

(serene Indian music) (serene Indian music continues) (birds chirping) - What is it, child?

- [Sister Inez] I have good news, Mother.

- [Mother Carmen] Well?

- And she just threw you out?

- I was, I was so happy, so proud, I couldn't keep it in anymore.

I thought Mother Carmen, a woman of God, would understand.

She called me things, dreadful things, said I'd brought shame on the order.

- Well, did you?

A handsome young man can make the best of us lapse.

- No, of course not.

I swear by Almighty God, Dr. Fonseca, I have done nothing.

(sobbing) Nothing.

- In that case, I think we'd better find out what's going on here, don't you?

Push a little harder.

That's good, now rotate it.

Like this.

There.

You see it?

- Not really.

Sorry, I just can't visualize a fetus.

- I'd hope so too.

The uterus is there, empty.

This is what you should be looking at.

- What is it, Doctor?

- You have a cyst on your ovary.

A dermoid, if I'm not mistaken, which explains everything.

You're not pregnant.

(gentle orchestral music) (gentle orchestral music continues) You have a benign growth on your ovary.

Inside is tissue that has developed like a fetus would've done, which is why your pregnancy test was positive.

- So it was all a mistake?

There's no baby?

- No, and there never was.

You will have to have the cyst removed, but it's a relatively simple procedure.

You'll make a full recovery.

- Thank you.

(sobbing) I'm sorry.

- You do understand?

We can treat this.

- It's not that.

When I thought I'd been chosen, when I thought it was a miracle, it made me so happy.

(gentle piano music) I hadn't been sure, you see.

I'd had doubts, bad thoughts, then this.

It was as if God was speaking to me, telling me He was real and that I was His servant.

(sobbing) But this, this is an abomination.

It's not real, none of it is.

It's all been a lie.

(gentle orchestral music) I want the operation, please.

I need it out of me as soon as possible.

And I'd like to borrow some clothes.

- Put her in a bed and call the gynecologists in Kochi, arrange for an appointment as soon as possible.

- Where are you going?

- To commit a mortal sin.

- [Mother Carmen] Dr. Fonseca, you will not use language like that in a house of God.

- God?

And what do you think He would say about the way you've treated this girl?

Mercy and forgiveness?

- Rules must be obeyed.

If a genuine mistake has been made, the girl can return to the convent any time she likes.

God is nothing if not merciful.

- And what ever happened to trust?

- Trust comes with discipline.

- Oh, yes, discipline.

I spent 10 years being taught by women like you.

Believe me, those scars don't heal so easily.

- And yet, look where it got you, Dr. Fonseca, a glittering career.

Sometimes, a little discipline can work wonders for the rebellious.

(birds chirping) (background people chattering) (soft Indian music) - Yes, yes, all right.

(soft Indian music) Right, that's it, I'm done.

Sorry.

Sorry.

- Oh, it's not much further.

- I'm knackered.

My feet are blistered.

The bloody mosquitoes think my ankles are their own personal World Darts Championship.

I swear, it's like Lakeside down there.

- But this temple, Paul, you'll really love it, I swear.

- Seen one temple, you've seen them all.

I'm done.

- No, we're not going back, we can't.

I need to... - You need to what?

You need to what, Maggie?

- Tonight, a star appears in the woods above the temple, the Arundhati star.

It always appears, always, and it's, well, they say it's got these healing powers.

And it's, I thought I should at least try to see it.

- What?

Christ!

A bloody healing star?

Jesus, Maggie.

Our daughter has been calling us every day and I've been lying to her, telling her that everything is fine.

- Stop shouting, Paul.

- You think this is shouting?

This is nothing.

I hate it here!

I hate the heat, the flies!

The money doesn't make any sense at all.

I've stuck it out because, well, God knows why we're doing this.

- Paul.

- And now you are literally leading me up the bloody garden path, because you think some poxy speck of light billions of miles away is gonna fix everything, when we could be back home surrounded by people who love you.

Why this, why, why here?

We've got a life, family, friends, back home in bloody Stourbridge, where it's cold and miserable and you can get proper Nando's.

I miss those things, Maggie and you should miss them too, if you weren't so bloody self-obsessed and selfish.

(soft tense music) (Maggie thudding to ground) Maggie!

Maggie!

(onlookers speaking Dravidic) Help!

Somebody help me!

(tense orchestral music) - [AJ] Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Come on.

Excuse me!

Move it!

- [Gabriel] I don't think we can get up here.

- [AJ] Come on, move!

(ambulance horn tooting) (AJ shouting in Dravidic) Come on, come on!

- [Gabriel] Come on, excuse me.

- [AJ] (speaking Dravidic) Excuse me, guys.

(tense Indian music) - Easy, love, easy, you have to sip it.

Not too much at a time.

Oh, thank God.

Over here!

(background people chattering) (blood pressure pump whooshing) (soft melodic music) - Okay, she's severely dehydrated and her blood pressure is low.

What are you doing hauling her out to the middle of nowhere?

- No, no, she was fine.

She was the one who wanted to do it.

It's the Aru-doodah star, or something over the temple.

- Yes, I know what it is.

We need to get her to the hospital now.

- Where's the bloody ambulance?

- Next corner.

- Thank God for that.

Nearly there, love.

(tense melodic music) (tuk-tuk engine whirring) (gentle melodic music) (background people chattering) (shoulder thudding) - Oh!

Sorry, memsahib.

(gentle melodic music) (gentle melodic music continues) - Hey.

Hey.

(Sister Inez inhaling sharply) Are you okay?

- Yesterday, I would've prayed with them.

(gentle orchestral music) - I'm sure they'd be grateful if you joined them.

- To ask God for a miracle?

- Whatever gives people hope.

- Yesterday, I trusted Him and then I find all He wants to do is make a fool of me.

- No one thinks that.

- I do.

- Come on.

(gentle orchestral music) (Greg knocking) - Good afternoon.

Here you go.

(chuckling) - Blimey!

Has it been a year already?

- Yeah.

- You know I always win?

- Yes, your recurrent good fortune astounds me.

No one picks a crab like Lydia Fonseca.

I had considered banning you, but that just didn't seem sporting.

- Okay, that one, 5,000 rupees.

- [Greg] Crazy Claude at 50 to one, bold choice.

- What would you do if you saw a young girl ruining her life?

- I usually tell them not to stop and promise them a lift home.

If it was me, absolutely nothing, but if it's you we're talking about, I'd bet 50,000 rupees that you're gonna stick your nose in.

Talking of which.

(zipper whirring) (muffled people shouting) - Help yourself.

(background people chattering) (gentle orchestral music) (gentle orchestral music continues) Tell me you are not serious.

- I warned her of the risks of staying here, that we could only offer the basics, but she insisted on staying.

- And you listened to her, Dr. Varma?

- Yes.

She's my patient and she has a right to make her own decisions.

- What about all this nonsense about some healing star in the East, that part of your prescription too, was it?

- If she had told me, I would've stopped it, I knew nothing about this.

- It seems ignorance is your default setting.

Right, continue fluid resuscitation.

- I will.

- But if she doesn't recover quickly, we'll need a transfer to Kochi for a CT scan.

Check her intracerebral pressure's okay.

Do the family know?

- [Gabriel] That's her husband over there.

- Well, you should put him in the picture and it's not a pretty one.

(water trickling) (gentle piano music) (gentle piano music continues) (soft orchestral music) (water trickling) (gentle piano music) (soft orchestral music) Yes, Dr. Walker?

(gentle piano music) (water trickling) Dr. Walker is concerned about you.

She thinks we need to talk.

Or maybe you just need to listen.

You thought that God had given you a virgin birth, a gift, but in reality, biology gave you a better one, the truth.

I've seen what this life can do, death coming to those who least deserve it, illness and misery striking down the purest of heart.

If He exists at all, then He's a cruel tyrant.

Why shut yourself away from humanity?

See it with your own eyes.

There's a whole world out there waiting for you.

- Now, I have nowhere to go.

- Is that so bad?

- If we explain the diagnosis, surely, the convent would have her back?

- Oh, they'll have her back.

- I don't understand.

- I went to see her so-called Mother Superior, explained the situation, she's welcome to return.

- And you don't think we should tell her that?

- She's young, Dr. Walker, she has a chance to start again.

- She's lost, vulnerable.

- Aren't we all?

The sooner she learns to deal with it, the better.

- Lydia's Lydia.

She manipulates people and refuses to apologize.

I thought you would've figured that out by now, huh?

- [Ruby] And we just accept it?

- Well, I don't think any of us have a choice.

- We could leave.

- That's true.

- So why don't you?

(Gabriel laughing) No, really, I'm interested.

Why are you here?

Why not Chennai or or Delhi?

I mean, you're a brilliant doctor.

- Maybe it's all I deserve.

Now, Maggie Smart nearly died today, all because I let her do what she wanted.

- No, no, you listened.

You tried to help.

- And it nearly killed her.

You know, maybe Lydia's right.

People need to be told what's good for them.

I mean, that's why I always tell you what to do, because obviously, I know what's good for you.

(Ruby laughing) (Gabriel laughing) - Marcus is selling up.

That's what the phone call was about.

We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together.

Now that's a failure.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

(soft orchestral music) (soft orchestral music continues) I should, I should get back, I think to- - Yeah.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

- I'll- - Hm.

(soft orchestral music) - Sister!

Sister, come quick!

Quick!

You see, see?

It's a miracle!

He's cured.

- Ah, isn't it wonderful?

- Praise the Lord!

- Praise Him indeed.

I'll tell the doctor.

- [Lydia] They should tattoo it on our arms at medical school, "Never give up on a stroke on the first day."

- One man's transient ischaemic attack is another man's miracle.

Perhaps we should go and explain.

- No, we all need a little magic now and again, some more than others.

- Yeah.

- Go on, do it today.

You never know what tomorrow might bring.

- Excuse me.

(background people chattering) - Give me five.

- I don't like to.

- Give me five.

(hands slapping) - [Ram] My sincerest apologies, Miss Pradeep, the boy flatly refuses to cooperate.

- Our children are a gift, Dr. Nair, but a gift that has been sent to try us.

- Ah.

- Of course, eligible men come in all shapes and sizes and ages, are you married?

- Widowed.

- Even better.

I have many lovely ladies who'd like nothing better than a charming doctor with a little sadness behind his eyes.

Unless the whole idea is completely out of the question?

- There's no harm in discussing it.

- [Mala] I'll be in touch.

(soft melodic music) - On your marks!

Get set!

Scuttle!

(crowd shouting encouragement) And they're off at Greg McConnell's Annual Crab National.

Not much going on at the beginning, let them warm up.

Oh, hang on, bit of liveliness happening over here now.

- Go, go, go!

- Who's this?

Great form!

Hang on, someone's making a break for the border here.

It's the Hooded Claw, ladies and gentlemen, making a break for the border!

No, no, it's actually, it's number three!

(background people chattering) - [Mala] Hi.

- Wow!

Miss Pradeep, I was not expecting you.

No, I mean, you look wonderful.

- Thank you.

If your son was half the gentleman you are, every woman in India would be offering her hand.

And please, call me Mala.

- Mala.

- Look at her!

He's making a total fool out of himself!

- Is he?

Are you sure it isn't you?

(crowd shouting encouragement) - Oh, my God!

(crowd cheering) That's it!

We have a winner!

We have a winner and it's Legs & Co, ladies and gentlemen!

Legs & Co, our favorite!

Who had Legs & Co?

Who had the favorite?

Oh, it was Paul.

Where's Paul?

(gentle melodic music) - [Maggie] You were right.

- Hm?

- I shouldn't have taken us up there.

- Hey, it doesn't matter now.

- That's exactly why it matters, stupid waste of a precious day.

- No day's wasted if I'm with you, love.

Here, home.

Hot trains.

Hospital.

(gentle orchestral music) Sorry I shouted.

- It's okay.

(gentle orchestral music) - We need to call Debbie, love.

Let me call her.

We have to tell her exactly what's going on.

You're sick, love, and she's our daughter, she deserves the truth.

(soft orchestral music) (soft orchestral music continues) (cicadas chirping) - Hey, you can't sleep here.

(blood dripping) God!

Help, help, Gabriel, I need help here!

We need to get her up now!

(gentle tense music) (monitor beeping quietly) Okay, I'm in.

- [Lydia] What's going on?

- Female, 20s, attempted suicide.

Deep lacerations to both wrists, severe hypovolemic shock.

- Sinus rhythm?

- [Gabriel] Fine, 88.

- [Lydia] Blood pressure?

- [Gabriel] Better, 80 systolic.

- Chase up the cross match.

Two more units of red cells.

I'll call Kochi and arrange an urgent transfer.

- Wait, she tried to kill herself and she was a heartbeat from succeeding!

- I'm fully aware of that.

- She was down for five, 10 minutes, maybe more.

We both know what that means!

This should never have happened.

She needed help, our help.

- Which I gave her.

- No, no, you just told her how to live her life.

- I simply did what I thought was right.

- I know, you always do.

This time, you were wrong.

- Is that all?

(cicadas chirping) (car rumbling quietly) (cicadas chirping) (wad of notes thudding) - You won.

The whole pot.

- How much?

- I think, technically, you're a millionaire.

(Paul chuckling) I'm sorry you couldn't make it.

How is she?

- Better, considering.

- In the circumstances, the bar decided to come to you.

I won't make a habit of it.

(gentle orchestral music) Cheers.

- Cheers.

(glasses clinking) (gentle orchestral music) Thank you.

(gentle orchestral music) (Greg knocking) (gentle piano music) - Lydia?

(gentle piano music) Hey.

(Lydia sobbing) (gentle orchestral music) (gentle orchestral music continues) (gentle orchestral music continues) (gentle tense music) (door creaking) - Hi.

(soft orchestral music) (singer vocalizing softly) (soft orchestral music continues) (soft orchestral music continues) (soft orchestral music continues) (no audio)