All language subtitles for The Royal s04e10 The Way We Were

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?

We're lost, aren't we?

Don't be daft.

I knew it.

We've been down here, haven't we?

Will you shut up and let me concentrate
on finding a way out?

Let's try to get back to where we came
from. Boring!

Let's find a new way out.

I don't like it.

I'm the master.

He's the elder, eh?

Come on.

Come on!

Boys, the vow is new, eh?

I've just gone like rock.

The air's moving. That's a good sign.

We can get through here.

You know, this business with Samantha
gets worse by the minute.

I'll be able to assist in theatre
tomorrow because Rose refuses to have

Goodwin as his anaesthetist until
further notice.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

I know.

The sooner we get this sorted out once
and for all, the better.

Come on, it's easy.

And what clever dog are you? You won't
be remembered.

You can use the ladder, but not what
it's there for.

Come on, Tommy.

It's safe, trust me.

Listen to me!

I'll shoot back the way we came and get
help!

Don't listen to me or I'll be off!

This is crap!

No long night.

I'll be back in no time.

Hello, Dr. Goodwin.

Okay, okay, I'll be there as quick as I
can.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Another camera found him.

We've got one block out, but he's in a
bad way.

The other one down there? Yeah.

Difficult to know what he's saying.

Sounds like the other block can't move.

Okay, well, there's no broken bone, as I
can tell.

There's a strong smell of acetone. This
man's not diabetic, is he?

Okay, Frankie, we need a neck brace and
some blankets.

We need to get him back before all of
this is possible.

Tell him that this patient is diabetic.
I prefer making him exhausted.

Right. There's two of you on the
stretcher.

Yeah.

Right.

Right, I've got the dock here. I'll have
a word with him.

All right, they've found the other
bloke.

He's broken his leg.

It's not looking good.

Right, OK.

He needs to go back to the Royal as soon
as he can, Frankie.

We need to take a look at this bloke
underground.

What, you want to go down?

Well, if your lads are moving the wrong
way, they could do more harm than good.

We're going to need some kit, fast.

Shoe size?

Nine.

Let's get moving.

Come on.

You're not scared of the dock, are you,
Frankie?

No, don't be, Dad.

Mind you, I didn't think you meant this
dark.

How far along is he?

Not far.

Just round here and a bit of a clamber.

A little sporting injury, is it?

I have to straighten it out with brute
force sometimes.

Right, well, I think it's a piece of
cartilage which has become loose.

Sometimes it gets trapped between the
bones and it just sort of locks the

Serious? No, certainly not irreparable,
but I would like you to have an X -ray

just to be on the safe side.

Now, do you think you're going to be
able to walk to casualty or would you

me to get somebody to bring you a
wheelchair?

Okay, Tommy, I'm going to give you a
shot of morphine. Try and take the edge

the pain for you.

Hey, which way do we go to get out?

Where we came in.

Back up the ladder?

Yep, that's what I said.

Okay, let's get his legs splinted.

His temperature's back to normal and,
uh, yes, there's nothing broken here, so

that's something.

It's a good thing you recognised him
when he came through there.

Oh, well, it's not exactly the first
time he's been admitted in a

stage, is it?

Hmm. Look, I always thought cavers took
Kendall Mintcake with them for his

dustiness. The sensible ones do.

And sensible cavers who are diabetic
also take along their insulin.

But this is Mike Osborne we're dealing
with.

Aha. Right, well, put him on the ward
until his sugar levels have, uh,

stabilised and...

Then give him a good talking to. Yes,
Doctor.

By the way, where's Dr Goodwin? Ah,
he'll be another one down a dark hole

without his Kendal mint cake.

Hmm.

Take it on, men of black!

Take it away!

It's all right, Tommy.

We're going to get you out of here.

Tommy!

Stop! No!

Tommy, you have to stay awake.

Can you hear me?

out there, Tommy. Not long now.

So, do you fancy it then, being a
bridesmaid? Oh, Meryl, it'll be great.

love to.

Hey, Alan, I'm going to be a bridesmaid.
Great.

You needed the bringing in the cave in
accident. Oh, OK. Talk to you later.

You never went down the cave, did you?

It's one of the day's work.

One, two, three.

OK.

Let's get him cleaned up and dried off.
This leg needs to be x -rayed. Mr Rose

needs to take a look at him.

How is Tommy?

Alive.

No thanks to you.

I thought I was being quite heroic,
actually.

Everything's back to normal.

If you hadn't been found, you would have
gone into a coma.

You could have died.

Your friend almost certainly would have
died.

Stop taking your diabetes seriously,
Mike.

One day your luck will run out.

Hmm. Not very nice.

We'll reduce it under G .A. and X -ray
control.

Have him premeditated.

Ask Dr. Ormerod to join me in theatre as
soon as he likes.

Dr. Ormerod?

If you please.

From when you know.

Oh, no, it's quite a common name.

By the way, as much as I try not to
listen to hospital gossip, do I

that congratulations are in order?

Mm -hm.

I'm pleased for you, Meryl. You've
earned a bit of happiness.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yeah, OK.

Dr. Weatherill says Mr. Rose is tied up
in theatre, but he'll be with you as

soon as he can. Oh, thank you very much.

Lizzie.

It's all right if I stay here, is it?

Johnny?

It's Toffee.

Toffee?

Yes. And for a second she went, you
know, like, really, really pink.

Is he her boyfriend or what?

Give over, matrons don't have
boyfriends.

So what, erm... What did he look like?

Very dignified.

Very suave, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, best get back.

So, what brings you to this part of the
world?

You were from Hertfordshire, was it?
Yeah, well, you've got a good memory.

died nearly five years ago.

Did she? Oh, I'm sorry.

I kept the house on for a while, but it
was fine.

Then Robbie got a job up here.

You remember Robbie, my son?

He was tiny the last time I saw him. He
isn't tiny any longer.

He's got a wife and children now.

Anyway, a few months ago I sold the old
place, moved up here to be closer to the

grandchildren.

That's nice. How about you, Toffee? Have
you got any grandchildren yet?

No.

I never married.

Not after.

Johnny,

why don't you... There you are.

Tell me I can find you here. Sorry to
keep you waiting.

Johnny, this is Mr Rose.

Johnny Lomax.

How do you do?

I'll leave you to it.

I'll see you again before I leave, won't
I?

I expect so.

Oh, Jeff.

Have you spoke to Gordon?

No, why?

We've had a letter from Samantha.

Quick word from your office?

Doctor!

Mike?

What's happened? Not another accident
again, surely? Oh, no, but it hurts.

I mean, it really hurts. OK, let's get
him onto a bed. I'll catch you up.

This way.

Here's where a piece of cartilage is
torn off, formed a loose body in the

Now just open it up, whip out the loose
bod, and Bob's your uncle.

Simple as that.

Once the wound is healed, you'll be as
good as new.

Oh, I doubt that, Mr Rose.

You've, um... You've known Matron for
some time?

Toffee.

Yes,

since early in the war, we were...

Both in the RAF together. She was a
young nurse on the base.

We thought she was a bit stuck up when
she first arrived.

Hence, Toffee.

Toffee.

As in nerves.

Ah. Well, we soon found out she wasn't,
of course, but the name stuck.

Have you eaten anything unusual?

No!

After we left here, we went for a fry
-up.

He was fine.

And suddenly he started sweating and
groaning.

How long has it been going on? It's been
getting worse over the past hour or so.

Sorry. Sorry.

OK, staff, could we make sure that Mr
Rose hasn't left the building? Sure.

What is it?

What's wrong with him? I'm afraid it's
showing all the signs of acute

appendicitis. And that being the case,
we need to operate as soon as possible.

I don't mean to panic, but his
temperature's so high.

No, you were right to call me.

Well, it could be flu.

Let's try and get his temperature down
and keep an eye on him over the next

couple of hours.

This will be the patient Dr Goodwin was
talking to me about. Thinks it's an

acute appendix. Right, let's have a look
at him.

Come on, man, I'm doing the golf course
in an hour.

Right.

Excuse me.

This is Michael Osborne.

I've just discharged him. Well, he's
back now.

Symptoms, please, staff nurse.

Acute abdominal pain with tenderness and
guarding.

In the right iliac region?

All over.

Have you had a big meal today?

Yeah. Any vomiting?

No. Interesting.

I know it's uncommon, but this kind of
abdominal pain can sometimes be a

of acute hyperglycemia.

And it was Dr. Goodwin who made the
original diagnosis.

Yes.

Pity sick.

Take him back to the ward.

Seeing you again after all these years,
I'm a bit of a shock.

Sorry. I didn't plan it.

I'm sure you didn't.

You probably never planned to see me
ever again.

No.

It wasn't like that.

Johnny, the last time I saw you was at
Silence View.

When it was afterwards, I looked for you
and you were gone.

Well, what was I supposed to think?

I... I'd been posted to Calgary. Oh, I
know.

I'd just lost my fiancé.

You were his best friend.

I needed a friend then, Johnny.

And you weren't there.

You never even said goodbye.

And then... And I found out that you'd
actually asked for the posting.

There were reasons.

Mr Lomax, your son will be along to take
you home presently. Oh, thank you,

yeah.

Ken?

Well, maybe we could meet later.

We'll go for a drink. We'll have a bite
to eat somewhere.

Please, Tommy.

At least give me a chance to explain.

How long have you had this?

Well, it only came yesterday.

It's the first chance we've had. I'll
kill him! Jeff, please, calm down.

Calm down?

You don't know what I've been through
since this happened.

Yes, Jeff, we do. People whispering in
corners.

Rosa treated me like dirt.

And patients avoiding me because they
think I'm some sort of uncontrollable

maniac. Jeff, I've been this close.

To throwing the towel in here and moving
on.

And all because of him.

I'm going to sort this out now.

That went well.

Frankie! Hi, mate.

You've got Samantha pregnant, you, not
me.

I don't know what you're talking about.
All this time you've let me take the

flag.

You've lied.

You've cheated on Meryl.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't.
I see.

A womanizer.

An incompetent.

And now a common hoodlum.

The sooner you leave this hospital, Dr.
Goodwin, the better it will be for

everyone concerned.

No, Mr. Rose.

All I'm saying is I don't like it.

But why?

He seemed like a really nice bloke to
me.

Lizzie, is Dr Weatherill in her office?

Yeah, I think so.

For one, we know he's married because
he's got a son. And two, he held

hand and she didn't like it.

He was holding Matron's hand.

Three,

we didn't get told off for loitering.

Now I ask you, my little cherub.

Is that normal?

You don't think he might be flu, are
you?

Well, there's a nasty variety around at
the moment. And you know how these

things spread.

Well, we won't worry about it till we
have to.

I'll have a look at that.

What's he doing back?

Excuse me, Doctor.

Hello, Tommy. I'm going to listen to
your chest.

All right?

I'm sorry, Jeff, but don't you think
you're overreacting? Hardly.

Gordon, my reputation's in shreds.

I'm hemorrhaging patients by the minute,
and now I can't even tell a

hypoglycemic attack from an acute
appendicitis. Well, have you ever seen

symptoms before?

Well, no, but... Well, neither have most
doctors, Jeff.

Look, you're a good doctor, and I need
you here.

I'm not going to stand by and see you
throw all that away.

I told you what Rose said.

He's not prepared to listen to reading.
Well, maybe I could have a little word

with him. What good will that do?

He's made his mind up about me already.

Well, it's worth a try, isn't it?

He's gone home now.

He's going to have to wait till
tomorrow.

Not necessarily.

I have tried telling him, you know. Then
you must keep trying, Rosie. Once he's

discharged from here, he's out of our
hands.

Diabetes is one of these things that if
you manage it properly, you can live a

long and healthy life. But if you don't,
it can kill you.

It really is that serious?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Right, I want full blood to learn from
Hugh and Eve.

Serology. And stool cultures from both
Tommy and Mike.

What are you thinking?

I think they've probably ingested water
that's been contaminated by rats.

Mike. Take a look at this.

Are you thinking about vials, do you
think?

No. Vials wouldn't exhibit so quickly.

I've got a horrible feeling it might be
typhoid.

I'm sick of this.

What? Your split personality.

The man I fell for was a nice, kind,
normal bloke who took regular proper

of his insulin so that he stayed that
way.

This man, the one who gets stuck down an
hole, who's quite happy to have half

the emergency services running around
him every time he decides to play silly

beggars with his stupid drugs.

This man is a selfish, unpredictable
prat.

You could have killed yourself and
Tommy.

Now, why would I want to waste my time
on someone like that, Mike?

I'll see you around.

Are you all right?

Well, you said it was serious.

Yes, of course. Well, I've done my bit,
sister.

Now it's your turn.

I wondered where you got to.

What happened to you?

Nothing. Don't be daft. You look like
someone's wallet to you. It's nothing.

It doesn't matter.

Frankie, don't treat me like an idiot.

Who hit you?

It was Jeff.

Dr Goodwin?

Why?

Well, we've still got hooping cough in
the isolation ward, so we can't put them

in there.

What about the old lying -in room behind
maternity?

Oh, there's a thought. It is empty,
isn't it, Ken?

Ah, well, there's a few bibs and bobs,
but it needs a really good clean.

Well, scrub it down, Ken.

Scrub it down.

Jeff really has been on the verge of
walking out, I'm afraid.

There's been so much rumour.

Unpleasantness.

We decided to, well, just try and clear
the air by asking Samantha directly.

Why couldn't you just...

told me from the start.

Oh, well, maybe there are just some
things you can't talk to your family

Well, there shouldn't be, Gordon.

There just shouldn't be.

It meant nothing, Meryl.

I swear.

It was a stupid one -night stand.

It's you that I love.

Look at me, Meryl.

I'll say something.

Look at me.

And you don't feel at all feverish?

No.

My buddy Tommy.

Well, we're keeping an eye on him.

Now then, let's see how your blood sugar
levels are doing, will we?

Do we have to?

You want to get well again for that nice
young lady of yours, don't you?

She's not mine anymore.

She's walked out on me.

Oh, dear. Why's that, then?

Because I've been a clot.

See? I can think clearly when.

You know, like now.

I suppose it's when... All right.

When my blood sugar is stable.

Saints be praised. A light shines in the
darkness.

I know.

It's all just a bit late for me and
Rosie, though.

Maybe not.

She thought you were going to turn over
a new leaf and that you really meant it.

Don't suppose if I gave you her phone
number...

Meryl?

Hey, what is it? What's happened?

Come on, come and sit down.

What's the matter?

Lizzie, can you call Rosie Evans on that
number and tell her she can come and

see Mike tomorrow?

Yes, thank you.

When Helen and I got married, it was
because we'd known each other for ages.

Our parents approved.

Well, it seemed a good idea at the time.

But when you arrived on the base...

It's so hard to say even now.

When you arrived, my whole world turned
upside down.

I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on
you.

But I was married, and you only had eyes
for Simon.

I tried to put the whole thing out of my
mind.

But the more I knew you,

the closer we all became.

I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that

you were the only girl I'd ever really
loved.

I wanted to tell you, to beg you not to
marry Simon.

I wanted to tell you I'd leave Helen.

You'd give up your... I'd have given up
the world for you.

Anyway, I knew you had the day off that
Sunday.

But I was scheduled to fly.

I was the duty officer.

So I changed the roster.

And I put Simon down to fly in my place.

Should have been me that died that day.

Not him.

I haven't looked you in the face again
after that.

I couldn't forgive myself.

And I was sure you'd never forgive me
either.

So, I fled.

Over the years, I tried to make a go of
it with Helen.

I tried to make her happy.

She never suspected anything.

Do you?

Could you find it in your heart to
forgive me?

Why don't you tell me what Frankie's
done?

Maybe it's not that bad. It is, Lizzie.

He's lied.

He's betrayed me.

You know Samantha's baby?

No.

It was Frankie's.

Don't understand why you're worried
about it.

Because she's not normal, Alan.

Her mind's all over the place.

I'm not worth facing a typhoid, I
reckon. She takes the rest of the

off. Maybe she's in love.

Don't be stupid.

She's matron.

And even if she was in love, which she
is not, who is this Lomax bloke anyway?

Well, he's a bloke. She's led a very
sheltered life, Alan.

A spinster, living alone in a hospital
flat, dedicated to her work, never going

out. How do you know she never goes out?

I'm just trying to look out for her,
that's all.

Do you still miss Simon?

I'm not sure miss is the right word.

I still think about him quite often.

These lads come into the hospital with
their jeans and scruffy hair and, oh, I

can't help but remember how wonderful
you all looked in your uniforms and your

flying jackets.

I get a bit sad, yeah.

But the pain, that healed a long time
ago, Johnny.

I'm not trying to belittle everything
you've felt all these years.

But it was the war that killed Simon,
not you.

If he hadn't died that day, he might
have died the next.

So might you.

We never knew, did we, from one day to
the next, which of our friends or loved

ones would be alive to tell the tale.

Perhaps that's why we became so attached
to one another so quickly.

We have to make the most of every
moment.

Well, shall we go down and listen to the
music?

Will you listen to that?

Well, shall we?

What about your knee?

Bugger the knee.

Let's live for the moment.

Did you know that your hospital porter
has been following us?

Yes, I did.

I suspect his motives are sound, even
though his methods are a bit unsubtle.

Thank you for

coming. I won't keep you long.

Over the last week or so, there has been
a good deal of speculation and

unsavoury rumour concerning Dr. Goodwin
and my niece, Samantha,

in which I am ashamed to say I have
taken no small part.

I now understand that there is no basis
in truth whatsoever to these rumours,

and I would urge you to quash them
whenever you hear them repeated by

your staff, or your patients.

For myself, Dr. Goodwin, I

should like to offer my sincere and
humble apologies.

Sir.

You sneaky, lying, two -timing,
miserable little creep. This is none of

business, Lizzie. Yes, it is.

Meryl's my mate. You're just a tenant.

You don't even know what you're talking
about.

Instead of the flowers, I'm going to
help either. Not even from me.

Matron?

Did you say those were for Matron?

Yeah.

I'll take them down to her, shall I?

Come in, Ken.

You all right, Matron?

Yes, thank you.

Only I thought you had a little touch of
lumbago or something.

No, it is not lumbago.

It is unwanted activity on the dance
floor, as well you know.

Ah.

Have you got an explanation?

Yeah.

I mean, no, no, not really.

I just thought you looked a bit upset
with that chap yesterday and... Sorry,

Matron. I have known Mr Lomax for over
30 years and I can assure you that he

only has the most honourable intentions
towards me or, indeed, anyone else.

Yes, Matron.

That will be all.

Thank you, Ken.

These arrived for you.

Toffee.

Must have been hard for you back there.

Takes a brave man to admit that he was
wrong.

Yell at me.

Call me a liar and a cheat, but please
talk to me. Okay, you're a liar and a

cheat. Now get out. Listen to me!

Once I slept with Samantha.

One time.

It was before me and you were together
properly.

Before we felt like this about each
other.

I was just her bit of rough.

She didn't want me any more than I
wanted her.

That's probably why she didn't tell me
about the baby.

And what would you have done if she had
told you?

Honestly, I don't know.

But please, don't throw what we've got
away on a might -have -been.

Please, Mel.

I can't tell you how nice it's going to
be not to have everyone pulling over the

fraud of details of my private life.

Ah, it'll soon blow over.

These things are ever only a nine -day
wonder.

Next week, everyone will be gossiping
about Matron, you'll see.

Why? What?

Shame on you, Dr. Goodwin.

Mr. Gordon, I just want to say thank
you. I owe you one.

The trouble is, by telling you all this,
I've dragged Frankie's name through the

mud.

After what he's done?

That bloke deserves everything he gets.

Oh, I'm sorry to be bending your ear
like this.

It's all right. Our friend's fine.

It's just, I don't know how to get
through to her.

And all I'm trying to do is make
everything all right.

Thing is, do you love her?

Yeah. Then give her some time.

You know, she's had a really nasty
shock.

And so have you, for that matter.

Maybe you just both need a break.

A bit of time to think things through,
eh?

Yeah, but in my experience, breaks tend
to mean breaks.

Yeah, but what it boils down to, though,
is that you're unfaithful.

That's going to take a lot off the good
name.

So what, you think I should just do a
bit more grovelling?

I think it'd help, yeah.

Have a cup of cockles, mate.

Oh, do you want some?

Oh, I don't know.

Make it two.

Thanks,

mate.

There you go. Cheers.

Tommy, how are you feeling?

A bit better.

Good.

Right, so now this is important.

Is there anybody amongst your family or
close friends who's pregnant at the

moment? My sister.

Right.

I've just had the result of the blood
test back.

Have you been in close contact with her
recently?

She hasn't come round for a bit. Our kid
brother's got German measles.

Ah.

Well, now, Tommy, so have you.

Oh, my goodness.

So we're going to be all right?

I should say so, yes.

You two boys don't know how lucky you
are.

I will. I'll talk to her.

I just hope she listens, that's all.

What's up?

Hey, what's the matter?

Hey, spit it out, girl. Come on, spit it
out.

Get it out.

Are you all right?

Hey, what's the matter?

Oh, God, right. Come on.

So, Mr Rose actually apologised to you?

Yeah.

Very publicly.

But how are you?

I don't know, Jeff.

Miserable. Confused.

Whatever someone does, you can't just
stop loving them just like that.

Can you?

Help me, please!

Help me!

She went into anaphylactic shock after
eating cockles. She needs adrenaline.

I know what she needs if it's
anaphylactic shock, thank you. How long

this happen? Ten, twelve minutes. I ran
as fast as I could. It's probably a

severe allergic reaction. If it's
anaphylaxis, she'll probably be dead by

And we'll treat it with antinephrine,
please.

However much we ate him,

Meryl's still dead stuck on him.

You're not going to let him keep his
feet under your table, are you?

Ah, there you are.

Now.

The patients in the old lying -in room
can be moved back to Milner.

Not typhoid at all, it's German measles.

Which isn't a worry unless you're
pregnant, and I think we can safely

that these boys are not.

It's a pity we spent hours scrubbing
that place, didn't we? And very nice it

looked too, Ken. Hello.

Ah, Rosie.

How's Mike?

Waiting for you with bated breath.

Is she going to be alright?

The reactions fade in one second.

It could have been an anaphylactic
shock, you know.

You did right to bring her in.

You did well.

No.

I know it's going to take time for you
to trust me again.

But please, please, give me the
opportunity to prove myself.

I really want to marry you.

I've heard it all before, Mike.

Give him a break, Rosie. He knows he's
been a threat.

This time I mean it, Rosie, I swear.

Look. I know I've got diabetes.

I know I can manage it and be the bloke
you want me to be.

But without you, nothing's ever going to
be right again.

I'm going to take you one day at a time,
eh?

Does this mean you'll still marry me?

I do love you.

But... Oh, I don't know.

Everything's different now.

You're a different man to the one I fell
in love with.

I need some time to think.

Well, his blood sugar levels are stable,
and I have a feeling they'll stay that

way.

Did you and Rosie cook this up between
you?

No, not as much.

You do realise that you have given her a
stick to beat him with for the rest of

their married life, don't you?

Isn't love a wonderful thing?

That was a wonderful lunch, Johnny.
Thank you.

Better than the last one we had
together. Oh, what was that?

Binky Somerville's birthday bash.

We all trooped off down to that
restaurant.

That restaurant in Cambridge.

It was whale meat steak and carrot
pudding.

Oh, it was dreadful.

Oh, I'm sorry. I really shouldn't keep
banging on about the past, should I?

I don't know.

We spent some happy times. Nice to talk
about them.

I think it's when you live in the past
that it becomes a problem.

I... I can't tell you, Toffee, how glad
I am

to have found you again.

Then don't try.

Why don't we start afresh?

You and me.

The people we are now.

I think that's a wonderful idea.

You know, I've waited 30 years to hear
those words.

You and me, Toph.

Cheers.