All language subtitles for The Royal s04e09 Say a Little Prayer

I need someone in my life. I need a girl
to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
all right.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Won't somebody tell me what I've done
wrong?

Matron, you've all those dreadful roses.

Here, let me give you a hand. Mr.
Bridget, will you please get yourself

time for once?

Yes.

Excuse me.

My wife needs to see a doctor.

I'm sorry.

No, no, come along.

We've got you now.

The baby's all right, is it? Yes, yes,

fine.

But your temperature is certainly up.

And you have no other symptoms?

No. No. Well, I think it's probably this
flu bug that's been going around. So

plenty of bed rest, plenty of fluids,
and I think you'll probably be over the

worst of this by tomorrow.

But if you have any worries at all,
please do phone me, OK?

Mother Peter?

Three times, Mrs Kennaway. Three times
we've talked about this and nothing's

been done.

I know.

If those branches were to fall, they
could kill me or Mrs Patterson easily.

I'm going to get them cut down.

When? Tomorrow evening. Don't worry,
it's all fixed.

It better be.

Look, Hayden, come out now.

Come on.

It's not funny, Frankie. You've been
promising to do this for weeks. And we

will. Tomorrow night, without fail.

Won't we, mate?

Yeah.

You're not eating on your own again, are
you?

Well, I've just got some paperwork to
do.

What's up with him these days?

I don't know.

Listen, Lizzie, I need your advice on
something.

What about?

Now, give yourself time to recover.

Dear, we really ought to call the
doctor.

Nonsense.

What are you standing there for?

Review me your duties at once.

Mother Peter, I think Sister Alice is
right.

You look so pale and tired these days.

There is nothing wrong with me.

I felt a little faint, that's all.

But if we called a doctor, we'd know for
sure.

Sister Bridget, kindly do not argue.

I'm not.

I'm just suggesting that a medical check
-up might be sensible.

And observe the custody of the eyes.

Both of you.

This isn't the first time this has
happened, Mother Peter.

And we want you to be well.

I could easily arrange for you to see
someone at the Royal.

Indeed.

Sister Bridget.

I will not have my authority questioned
like this.

As punishment for lack of discipline,
you will get up one hour early tomorrow

morning and scrub the floors.

Oh, Frankie, that was fantastic.

You and Meryl getting wet.

Hey, steady on. I've not even asked her
yet.

Get on with it, then.

Well, that's the thing.

I don't know how to.

It's got to be special, hasn't it?

Right, well, for a start, it's got to be
night time.

Dark.

Moonshining. And red roses, yeah.

And champagne.

And as to the place... Well, I was
thinking that could be a surprise.

You know, somewhere she's never been
before.

OK.

What about the boating lake in town?

Boating lake?

Oh, yeah. She's never been there, I'm
sure. And it's dead romantic.

Oh, it's so exciting. I can't wait to
see her with the ring on.

Hey, it's a secret.

I don't want you telling anyone.

As if I would.

I'm going to get an early night.

Oh, I wish something nice would happen.
Don't you, Jeff?

Why are you not in chapel?

Because you told me to scrub the floor.

And there's quite a lot of it.

Don't answer back.

I'm sorry.

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

It does not envy.

It does not boast.

It is not rude.

It is not self -seeking. It keeps no
record of wrong.

Love does not delight.

Mother Pacey, are you all right?

Whatever we're going to do. Call a
doctor, whether she likes it or not.

Even if she makes me scrub the whole
convent from top to bottom.

Where's Dad?

Come on, Mum. I'm going to make you a
bit more comfortable. Come on.

I'm going to try and lie still just for
one moment.

Good.

I can't hear heartbeat.

Would you?

Come on, pal. It won't be long now, so
let's get you out of here, all right?

Come on.

How is she?

No, no. You can't go in.

She's having the baby.

You're doing very well. Good girl.

Push.

Nearly there.

One last push for me.

Morning, Lizzie, love.

Morning.

Hey, Jeff. Me and Frankie didn't wake
you up when we came in last night, did

No.

Only we went to the pub for a bit of a
celebration.

Oh, yeah, something I should know about.

No fear. Not till it's happened, which
it hasn't yet.

At least I don't think it has.

Could I just have my list, please,
Lizzie?

Morning, sister.

Morning, Lizzie.

I need Dr Weatherill to make a home
visit. It's urgent.

Can I help?

I think the patient would prefer a
female doctor.

It's one of the nuns, you see.

Well, Jill's out on an emergency.

She's ill enough to need a home visit.
I'm sure she wouldn't mind to... Oh, but

it's Mother Peter, and she can be so
very tricky.

What's wrong with her?

I think it could be something
gynaecological.

Get her file out, Lizzie. I'll add her
to the list.

You mustn't say I sent you, though.
That'd be a dreadful mistake.

In fact, it'd be best if you didn't
mention her health at all.

Nothing's ever simple, is it, Lizzie?

No, Doctor.

Especially when you're dying to tell a
person something and you can't.

Doctor, were it a boy or a girl?

It was a boy.

Oh, no.

It's what we hope for.

Come on, you delivered.

Where are you taking him?

Well, we're taking him to the hospital.
There has to be a post -mortem.

I'm so sorry.

There was absolutely nothing I could
have done. The baby had already died in

uterus. But why?

Why did this happen?

I don't know.

I wish I did.

Good morning, Sister Bridget. I see
you've decided to join us.

Ah.

Fair, fat and faulty. Typical candidate.

Well, Mrs Gilbert, you and your
gallstones are shortly to part company.

Not if he's doing it.

Hello. Dr Ulmerod for Mother Peter.

Oh.

I'll... Yes.

I'll tell straight away.

I hope she'll... I'll be as quick as I
can.

We're not going to take any notice of
what Mrs. Gilbert said, are we?

About me not doing her anaesthetic? I'd
rather think we'll have to.

But that would be pandering to gossip,
as if we believe there's some truth in

it. Where the truth lies, Goodwin, is
between a man and his maker. I shall

replace you with Ormrod for this
afternoon's theatre, thus avoiding the

unsavoury business.

This is most embarrassing, Doctor.

I must apologise.

Not at all. Please.

Get your breath back.

But there's been some silly mistake. I
did not call you.

Oh, yes. Yes, I know.

This is just a routine call, Mother
Peter. We like to check up on all our

patients from time to time.

What sort of check -up?

Well, all the usual things. Heart, blood
pressure and any other health problems

that may have arisen.

I don't think so, thank you.

I'm extremely fit.

I would not want to wait your time.

If you'll excuse me, I'm sure we both
have work to do.

Yes, I need to identify the infection as
soon as possible, so I will send Mother

and Professor samples off.

Sorry, one moment.

Um, staff.

I must make sure she's not near any
other maternity patients.

The sidewall's free.

OK, good. Use that. Oh, and barrier
nursing till we know what we're up

Sorry. Yes. Can I get the result
tomorrow?

Great. Thank you. Mr Copley.

Were it because it was old?

I'm sorry?

Raising baby, darling. Oh, no.

No, no, no. We think it was some sort of
infection.

Infection?

Look, Mr Copley, your daughter is still
very poorly.

Do you know anybody who's been ill
recently?

Anybody she could have had any contact
with?

Mr Copley?

Are you Meryl today, Alan?

Yeah. How does she look?

Why? Never mind.

Dad, come here a minute.

Yes, look.

Guess what?

What?

No, I'd better not.

What? I'm sorry, I must get these
letters signed. It's a secret. Don't say

word. Dr. Omron, your letters.

Thanks, Lizzie.

She doesn't make much sense sometimes,
does she? Away.

I can save that. You can't.

Oh, am I ready for my lunch? Right, in
or out?

Uh, well, out would be nice.

Have to be snappy. I'm doing 30 this
afternoon.

I thought Jack... I'll tell you about it
later.

Lizzie, very good.

I don't mean to be pedantic, but it's
when it's possessive. It doesn't have an

apostrophe. Thanks.

It's when it's what?

Problems. Not really.

Hey, want to join me for dinner, Brett?

I'm meeting Frankie.

Not on the boating lake.

Sorry? Nothing.

What boating lake?

I don't know.

I was just having a chat with someone
about this nice little lake over in town

and it was on my mind.

Sorry.

Hello, the Royal.

Hello.

Speak up, can you?

Oh, it's the convent.

Sister Bridget, I'm afraid she's working
at the moment.

It's urgent. Right.

So why are you doing Geoff's theatre?

Because one of the patients refused to
have him.

Oh, you're joking. Again?

What, Rose went along with it?

Yep. Oh, dear, poor Geoff.

Well, if it really is poor Geoff.

Well, come on. I'd better get back.

You don't really think of us, Geoff, do
you?

Oh, I do hope not.

It would help if Samantha replied to
that letter you sent her.

If she ever does.

Denise Lambert's father.

Poor man.

He was absolutely devastated.

I can imagine.

Oh, I don't know.

I keep going over and over this, and I
am missing something.

The child was stillborn and macerated,
OK? Mother had fever, nausea,

photophobia, neck stiffness.

I mean, what could it be?

Maybe it's an infection.

Passed from mother to baby via the
placenta.

Well, yes, but what?

Oh, hang on a minute.

He's not a farmer, is he?

Sheep farmer, you mean.

Yes.

Ends up with a abortion.

Passed from sheep, all those symptoms
fit, don't they?

Oh, that's Kim. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa.

We can't just go accusing people of
things.

I'm not accusing anybody. I'm just
asking.

Well, just think about it, Jill.

If you just keep sheep, and that young
couple think they lost their baby

of him, well, it's a very sensitive
thing.

I think we should wait until the blood
tests come back.

No.

Please.

It was just indigestion.

Into that chair, young lady, please. But
the pain has gone.

Listen, my orders were to bring you into
the Royal, and that's what I'm going to

do. You don't want to get me into
trouble now, do you?

Very well.

But I will walk.

In that chair, now.

There we go.

All right, Steve.

My word to either one, ain't she? I
thought that the British was back.

Show some respect.

Mother Peter hasn't been out of this
convent for 20 years.

This is all extremely traumatic for her.

Sorry, Sister.

What is it?

Appendicitis? I'll phone the convent as
soon as there's any news.

Right, here I am, Mother. Welcome to the
Royal.

Mind your roads and then wheels.

Thanks. She ain't been out of the
convent for 20 years.

Good Lord.

Frankie, don't forget it

can't be tonight.

What? Popping the question.

Shh. All because of the tree.

If we don't do it tonight, like we said,
Patterson's going to go bonkers, so

you've got to be there, right?

Right, OK.

Excuse me, Dad.

I think she's just seen her first
miniskirt.

Right, Mother Peter, let's get you
ready.

It's a really awful pain you've got
there, isn't it?

I'll just help you take off a few of
these layers, if that's OK. No!

Please.

OK.

I'll leave you to it.

Back in a minute.

I don't understand.

Why is my baby dead?

What did I do wrong?

Nothing. You did nothing wrong, Denise.
You mustn't think like that.

It was nobody's fault.

Somehow or other, you and your baby
caught a dangerous infection.

Yeah, but what... What was it?

Well, we don't know yet.

Denise, you must try not to take this
too hard. You should be fine next time.

I don't want another time.

I wanted this best.

Always awful these days.

Really, really down in the dumps.

I've got a patient in casualty with
severe abdominal pains, and as Dr.

been called into theatre, I wondered...
Sure.

Sure, I'll be right along.

Do you fancy a night out?

Sorry?

Yeah, there's this lake that Lizzie's
been going on about. I really wanted to

see it.

I wondered if you'd like to come along.

You know, hire a boat, take a bottle of
plonk.

Are you trying to cheer me up by any
chance?

Yes.

Well, you're on.

Good.

Now then.

It's all very well being brave, but you
can't go on like this, can you?

I'll be all right if I can just get back
to the convent.

No, you will not be all right.

Unless we find out what's causing the
pain, you will not be all right at all.

And you know this as well as I do.

For the doctors to help you, they have
to examine you.

So, come along.

Back onto the bed.

Good. Now, we'll just roll this up like
so.

How long has this been going on?

I want to go home. Mother Peter, please,
just

listen.

You're not very well and we need to find
out what's wrong with you. Are you

doing good with murdering a patient?

I think not, sir.

Mother Peter doesn't want to be
examined.

It is not necessary.

I have already cured myself through
prayer.

Symptoms, please.

The patient is complaining of severe
abdominal pain.

On examination, she has abdominal
guarding and a palpable mass in the

abdomen.

She's unwilling to submit to further
internal examination.

But she's clearly bleeding from down
below.

She looks very anemic.

Thank you.

Would you let go of the sheets, please?

Please.

Thank you.

Possible torsion of an ovarian cyst.

More likely a twisted fibroid.

Whatever, she needs immediate surgery.

All right, dear.

No need for an internal. We'll get you
straight into theatre. Have a look at

this tummy of yours under anaesthetic.

There's a good lady.

Come in.

Ah, Mr... Copley, thank you for coming
back in, please.

Give me a seat.

I, um... I just wanted to have a quick
chat with you.

It's about your sheep.

I need to know, Mr Copley, so that I can
give Danique the right treatment.

I was going to tell her.

I swear it. But I... I couldn't find the
right moment.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

I can't manage lambing anymore.

Not since the wife passed away, it's too
much.

So you asked Denise to help?

I know young lasses have to be careful
in lambing sheds.

But I'd never had any trouble with my
sheep.

Not like that.

Like?

Kevin. Some folk call her.

Enzymatic abortion?

She didn't know. She were expecting.

Not then.

No, and when she found out later, she
was... Her and Neil were that thrilled.

I didn't like to spoil it.

So you didn't tell her?

She only helped for a couple of days. I
thought it would be all right.

She's all I've got.

And I've done this to her.

Well, we'll see what the test results
show, shall we?

You've never had any anaesthetic before?

No. Right.

No history of allergies?

No asthma?

Bronchitis?

Coughs? Colds recently?

OK.

That's good.

I'll just listen to your chest.

Sister.

May I ask where you got these from,
please?

It's a pen, Doctor.

I beg your pardon?

A small whip we use in the Order.

A small whip?

For self -correction.

Did you do this to yourself?

Yes.

Because illness is a fault against God.

And by corporal mortification, I can't
defeat it.

I rather doubt that.

And I'm afraid no amount of self
-flagellation is going to cure this

problem.

Thank you, Swampy. Stop that.

Spencer Wells.

Here.

Just as I thought.

A large, pedunculated fibroid.

Acutely painful.

Right, what else do we have?

Oh, another one.

Oh, a real whopper.

Right.

And I've just got time to do a
hysterectomy before my golf match.

Well, it's no use to her, is it? Clamps,
please.

No point in hanging on to the old baby
apparatus.

If it's never going to be used, I might
not write stuff, does it?

Yes, Mr. Bowles.

Hey, Doc.

Can I listen?

Can't keep the lady waiting.

Sorry? Lizzie.

The tree?

Oh, don't say you've forgotten.

Oh, no, I have.

But listen, could you make my excuses?

What, I'm due on my own? I'm going out
with Meryl.

Meryl?

Oh, she's invited me out to some boat in
Lake Oliver.

I couldn't very well refuse, could I?

Maybelline, why can't you be true?

Oh, Maybelline, why can't you be true?

You guys thought about doing the things
you used to do.

But I was motivating over the hill.

Yes, Mr Paterson, and I don't know
what's happened to them either.

You will be hearing from my solicitor.

Oh,

there's a bill.

Another bill.

What?

Mount Covent.

Yes, it is.

What does it say?

Does she name the father or not?

Geoff, I want to say one thing, and then
I'll shut up.

I'm on your side.

I'm sorry?

The Mr Rose business.

I'm being so awful to you.

Not fair.

Frankie! I thought you were doing
Lizzie's tree!

Have you done it?

I'll go, Frankie!

At it again, Jeff!

What's your secret?

Frankie?

Frankie!

What was all that about?

Hold my hand.

Please.

Morning.

I actually want to have a bed long time
this morning. Yeah, well, I'm... Fed up,

if you want to know, Dad. They
absolutely promised and they didn't. Now

you talking about?

The tree in my garden, of course.

I thought Frankie and Dr. Goodwin were
going to talk about how poor you are

yesterday. Yeah, but they didn't, did
they? They didn't? No.

And they didn't even come home last
night. Not till after I'd gone to bed.

Well, that's a bit thick.

Bloody nerve for all you've done for
him.

I know how upset you are about it all.

Yeah, and I'm even more upset now
because Mr.

Patterson's going to see you soon.

Oh, I'm not having that.

Right, we'll do the ruddy thing
ourselves like we should have done in

place. And you can tell them, lazy idol,
good -for -nothing lodgers of yours,

that I'm disgusted.

Yeah, me too.

I, um... I've just had the results of
the blood test.

And?

Please.

Chlamydia sitauchi, as we thought.

Both samples from both mother and child.

In other words, antibiotic abortion.

The same bug that infected your sheep.

So it's definite.

I'm afraid so it is.

She's going to have to be told.

Would you like me to do it?

I reckon it's my job, Doctor.

Oh, thanks, but don't act truthful, is
he? Very good of you. Yeah, that's what

friends are for, I reckon.

No, we're going to do this, pal. You
made a promise and didn't keep it, and I

don't like that.

Not now, Frankie. I'm in a bit of a
hurry.

Are you telling me that my baby boy died
because of your sheep?

I didn't know.

There was an abortion in the flock.

Abortion in the sheep?

I was there, Dad.

You asked me to come up and help.

Knowing the risk.

No, not till later when I'd had the vet.

Oh, those thickly lambs. I remember now
you got me trying to feed them and then

they died.

And I asked you about it and you told me
you were nothing.

Because that's what I thought.

For I was pregnant, Dad.

I didn't know.

Didn't know anything, I swear it. Not at
the time.

We did later, didn't you?

Aye. So why didn't you say nothing then?

Why did you let us go all that time
thinking things were all right?

I didn't want to spoil your happiness.

Spoil your happiness?

I reckon that's well and truly spoiled
now, Miss Coppy, eh?

You've killed our baby!

Neil, please! Do you know that, eh?

Ruined my...

I told you there was nothing anybody
could have done. If you'd just thought

one minute, one minute about the risk.

Oh, I'm so, so sorry.

Go away.

Just go away, Dad.

She won't.

I killed her child.

No, you didn't.

You heard what she said.

She never wants to see me again.

I've lost everything now.

Everything.

Well, my dear.

You got yourself into a pickle.

But you'll be glad to know we've
relieved you of all offending parts.

No more bleeding.

You're only that silly nonsense.

You'll be a new woman in no time.

Right?

What did

he say he'd done?

A hysterectomy, Mother Peter.

Now, those are the ones I want.

Those two over my garden.

Right, come on, Alan, up you go.

Why me?

Well, I can't very well go up there, can
I? Not with my vertigo.

Go on, Alan.

It's too heavy, any road.

Probably bring the old tree down.

Careful, lad.

Watch your fingers.

Careful,

Almond. You're doing well.

Well done, Almond.

Right, now the one above it.

Does he ever shut up?

No, Daddy, he doesn't.

Do you want some more painkillers?

Mother Peter?

Is it because of the operation?

If the Rose really had no child, you'd
be so much better off.

No children now.

I'll never have children.

But none of us will.

We all know that from the moment we take
the veil.

So many, many regrets.

No love.

No warmth.

Friendship.

There are too many sacrifices.

I'm dying inside.

Having a hysterectomy is always a shock.

Especially if you're not prepared for
it.

It's a bit like a door shutting, isn't
it?

Closing off what might have been.

I do know.

The thing is, that even though you know
some things are never going to happen,

love of a husband, child of your own,

when you finally know for certain...

It breaks your heart.

Hey, Alan.

Great new career.

Man of the trees.

Me, Taz, and you, Jane.

Shut up,

Dad.

Oh, look what you've done now, you great
uni.

Hey, I wish I brought me camera.

Are you all right?

Are you going to eat?

I'm going to eat.

I'll dial 999.

Can't do it all by myself.

I know what you thought.

There's nothing between me and Dr.
Goodwin. Nothing at all.

I was just trying to cheer him up
because of this amount of business.

I'm sorry.

In the car, start as fast as you can.

Someone's trying to hang himself.

Where? Lizzie's place.

I'll be right behind him.

All right, Alan.

Please hold on, lads. You'll be all
right if I escape here.

Get him down as quickly as you can.
There's no hope for him to advance.

Grab me the oxygen.

Please hold on, lads. Please get him
down.

Keep breathing, Alan. Stay with us.
You're going to be all right. Hold on,

Get him down. Get him down.

You OK, Alan? Are you all right now?
Oxygen, please.

Now, try and get as much rest as you
can, Mrs Lambert.

You've been through a rough time.

The very best of luck for the future.

I've come to... to give you a lift.

We'll get in the taxi, thanks.

Oh, please.

I couldn't bear it if we fall out.

Come on, you two.

Being angry isn't going to help at a
time like this. You need your family

you.

Denise.

I know it wasn't your fault.

What? Nothing.

You just looked like you did when I
first saw you.

Meryl, do you know why I was so angry
with you about Jeff and the boat?

Don't say all that again.

Listen, it's because that's where I was
going to take you.

And when I took you there.

I was gonna ask you to marry me.

What?

Will you?

What?

Marry me.

Will you marry me?

Would you like some more painkillers?

No, thank you.

Could you come here a minute?

I may have said things that I didn't
mean.

If so, I would like you to forget them,
please.

I wasn't myself at all.

I expected with just the anaesthetic.

If you don't mind, I wish to read.

Here he is, targeting himself down from
the trees.

Well, do you want the good news or the
bad news?

I don't want the bad news, Ken.

I've got bruised ribs, crushed vocals
and a sprained ankle from falling into

that ruddy blanket.

No, no, no, no, the really bad news.

Oh.

So what's the good news, then?

The good news is...

Mr. Patterson's in casualty.

He tried to saw those branches up for
firewood, and he chopped his thumb in

half.

Don't make me laugh!

I hate to say it, but the only way to
clear the air is to name him.

Well, that's very tough luck on him,
though, isn't it? Well, not really, no.

Not if he's known all this time and
refused to do the honourable thing.

I'm told of that.

Lizzie!

He just asked me to marry him.

What did you say?

Yes!