All language subtitles for The Royal s05e01 Loved And Lost.eng

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

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

How's your morning?

I tell you, if I had one more patient to
tell me that they'd rather be visited

by that nice Dr. Ormard, well, I would
have packed my medical bag and I'm going

to leave him to it.

Here's a bit of a heartthrob, your
husband.

Morning. Morning.

Oh, a delivery for the unfortunate Mr.
Harper of American personal. Thank you,

sister. I'll send it on.

Along with our warm wishes for a speedy
recovery.

Indeed. A nervous condition like his
won't disappear overnight.

Never mind, sister.

You might find the air in Cornwall too
simple.

OK,

so we'll stick to Gordon's patients as
usual, shall we? If you can do tonight's

board round, I'll take you over to the
theatre.

Ah!

Good morning, everyone.

Gordon?

What are you doing here?

Well, getting ready for my morning
surgery.

There you go, Doctor. Found a spare wall
in the stores. Shouldn't have you

whizzing around in no time. Yes, well, I
can get around under my own seams,

thank you, Ken.

Can I have my patient list, please,
Lizzie?

Ah.

You've changed.

No, she's in court, Doctor.

Getting divorced.

I'm sorry to hear it.

I'm not the only one.

Geoff, he's your patient. Can't you send
him home?

I spent the last six weeks resting.

Another day spent staring at the
wallpaper would tip me over the edge.

Well, remember, you're under Doctor's
orders not to overdo things.

Send my first patient in straight away,
please, Lizzie.

Alan.

If you're ready for me, Doctor.

Oh, this way.

No, watch.

Wonder, then over, and then in.

Have you never met a bed before?

Oh, yeah, but only when I'm expecting
someone to join me in it.

You're very fresh.

I prefer cheeky myself.

Having problems keeping your mind on the
job, Frankie?

We were just having a laugh.

Yeah, well, there's a set of pansy
sterilising in sleuth. See if you're

laughing when you've finished that lot.

I'm never going to learn enough to train
as a nurse if I'm forever up to my

elbows in bedpans.

You signed on as ward orderly. You can't
cope, you know what you can do.

Mr M.

Everything all right, Mr M?

Er, you know, I'm not quite sure, Ken.

Well, I was just thinking it's been a
while since we've had a cuppa together,

you know, and chilled the fat and put
the world to rights. Well, later, if

you'll excuse me.

Mr. Rose spent hours putting your leg
back together.

You put your recovery back by so much of
a day. Look, seeing as my injury

affected my leg and not my cerebral
cortex, I'm perfectly capable of sitting

behind a desk and seeing a few patients.

Doctor, I didn't think we'd see you back
so soon.

And neither did I.

Are you sure you're fit for work?

Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Matron.

Stepping through those doors was just
the tonic I needed. Right.

Um, Mrs. Edmonds.

Two double cornets with bits on top.
I've just got divorced.

Congratulations.

Thanks. Met that one.

And a dandelion and burdock.

And the apple green. I've had this.

Done a cake and a black night.

So that's that then.

From today, I am young, free and single
again.

Free and single, maybe.

This is the start of the rest of your
life.

How are you?

I would go down to Barker's.

Buy yourself a coffee like that.

Fab, isn't it? I want the judge's eyes
out on Stark.

If you'd have pulled that out in court,
he'd have had a heart attack.

Spent far too long looking at my legs,
in my opinion.

Not that judge.

So?

Miss Swinging Elsinby, win a flat on
Marine Drive and dinner at Giovanni's

six months. You're not.

Money for old rope.

All you've got to do is walk up and down
in a bikini.

Is that?

You'd be practically naked.

Ruby Atkins is entering.

Absolutely. Who's going out with your
ex?

And she wins over my dead body.

Ah, the lovely Nurse Dean.

Hello, Mr. Rose.

Age shall not be the her, nor custom
stale her infinite variety.

Hang on, Amy.

We had to perform the biopsy because
your chest X -ray revealed a shadow on

lung.

Now, unfortunately, I can't tell you any
more than that until I've seen the

results.

I left them in the lurch at work.

They've had so much as a day off.

Fifteen years.

They won't like it. I've signed you off,
Amy, so you mustn't worry about that.

Now you just try and get some rest, OK?

Just ten minutes out of your life. Is
that too much to ask now?

That's no tailor for you. We need to
sort something out. We already have.

You messed up. We're over.

Get used to it.

Do you want my opinion?

Button it, Stella.

So, Daddy, you've just had one of those?

Must be the curse.

Or that boiled egg diet.

I don't want to lie banging over my
bikini bottom, do I?

You're looking ever so pale.

It feels like someone's sticking a knife
in my stomach.

I feel sick.

Don't move, I'll call an ambulance.

Things have moved on so much since I did
my training.

You packed your refresher course with
flying colours.

I never felt you achieved your full
potential when you were last with us.

Life got in the way, I suppose.

I only wish circumstances were
different.

Well, let's get you started.

You're not going to panic. My Aunt Helen
was so bad, it burst and she survived.

You won't tell my mum to bring the best
knife.

I've been dictating before you, Mr Rose.
I didn't like it.

You sure this can't wait till tomorrow?
She's entered in a beauty contest.

If it's any consolation, my dear, I'm
sure you'll respect the ball.

Alan, you do your best to locate my
theatre nurse. Maybe we can make an

into my list.

Tell them, Lucy, I've just bought a new
bikini.

Can you make the scar as small as
possible, please? This is an emergency

procedure, not a cosmetic exercise.

I'll see what I can do.

So, the cream my colleague prescribed
hasn't helped.

No. Hmm.

And the, um, the irritation.

It's got worse, even with medication.

I suppose so.

Aren't you going to admit me to
hospital?

Uh, no.

Now, you're, um, you're a boarder at
Fairlawn, aren't you?

Right, well, I want you to give this to
school matron.

And tell her that it needs to be applied
twice daily.

OK, Geraldine, you can leave the door
open when you go.

Oh!

You're looking grand, Doctor.

Yes, well, with a surgery packed with
malingeries and hypochondriacs, I think

may be in danger of a relapse.

You've to be careful. Not to overdo it,
yes.

I've had my card marked on there, thank
you, several times.

Welcome back.

You've been much miffed.

Hey, I've changed my mind.

How about your opinion?

She's my friend.

I'm not giving away any secrets.

Stella, I've always been useless with
women.

If you had, you wouldn't be in this
mess.

Can you talk to her for me?

Get her to see that I'm a different
person now.

I've done a lot of serious thinking.

What, about your wife and kids?

There's a pile of soiled linen in the
recovery room.

The patient vomited, so you'll need the
sawdust and bucket.

Don't just let her go, eh?

Go and talk to her.

Meryl!

What would it take for me to make things
up to you? You tried dropping dead.

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

But you're the only girl I've ever felt
like this about.

So that's why you got my best friend
pregnant, is it?

I don't know what... Possessed you in
taking this job.

But it would have been better for both
of us if you'd done the decent thing and

left me in peace.

But no.

You had to hang around just to persecute
me.

Francis,

please escort Nurse Dean on to Fawcett
Ward.

I'll be up there shortly.

A word, please, Daphne.

What does he want to be a nurse for,
anyway?

I mean, it's not natural, is it?

He's ambitious.

Keen to learn.

Smug, arrogant, always under my feet.

I'm still very much on your mind.

Oh, no.

That's over.

Finished with.

Excuse me, Matron. Mr Rose is getting
all aerated.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Maybe... Maybe it'd be better if I
looked for a job somewhere else.

Never the answer.

To run away.

I'd hate to see you jeopardising your
career because of a disagreement with a

young man.

And now, I advise you not to keep Mr
Rose waiting a second longer.

She nearly killed herself getting rid of
the baby, and he will with Meryl at the

time, so she hates his guts.

Are you listening?

Never been much interest in gossip.

Five milligrams morphine. Will you
check?

We've done that already.

Could you just confirm the dose, sister?

All seems to be in order.

Right.

You could just hold out your arm for me,
Amy.

Thank you, nurse.

Now, you'll be so much more comfortable
in a minute.

You're taking pains over these stitches.

As the young lady informed us, an
unsightly abdominal scar does not

appearance in a bathing suit.

She's entered into some beauty parade
tomorrow.

Cattle market, more like.

On the contrary.

Nothing more pleasing to the eye than
the female form in its prime.

Wouldn't you agree, Doctor?

Modern thinking is that it's degrading
to judge a woman by appearance alone.

I'm with Dr Goodwin on that one.

Yes, I expect you would be.

Cut.

I'm under strict instructions from Dr
Wetherill not to let you overdo it.

And I repeat, my wife is not my GP.

What seems to be the problem?

A call from Fairlawn School.

Geraldine Hibbert's collapsed on the lax
pitch, whatever that is.

Dr Goodwin's in theatre, Dr Weatherill's
with her mother's and baby.

I saw the girl in surgery. Teenage
hysteria with dermatitis. Hardly

pulling a colleague out of surgery.

You can't drive with your pot on.

Lizzie, fetch Frankie, will you?

He's a ward orderly, not a doctor.

I'm well aware of that, but if he has a
car and Dr. Ormerod needs a driver...

Brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?

I am so sorry.

Melvin, what's actually happening here?

It was a mistake to come back. I'm way
out of my depth. No, you're not.

I've lost my nerve. What use is it? What
use is it to know you'd get to death in

making a mistake?

Listen to me.

Take a deep breath.

You can do this, Catherine.

There's the tumour on the pleura.

The biopsy's confirmed it.

Mesothelioma.

Asbestosis.

What's his occupation?

She's the housekeeper of a local hotel.

It's unexpected in a woman. Her age, her
occupation, nothing fits.

The only way she could have contracted
this is by exposure to asbestos, but

according to Amy, she's never been near
the stuff.

Yes, well, I hate to disillusion you,
Jodie, but I've yet to come across a

terminal case of skin irritation.

I fainted, didn't I?

It could be scarlatina or measles. Yes,
well, I suspect it's more to do with the

fact that you skipped breakfast.

But my rash has got worse.

Even after applying the lotion I
prescribed?

Yes.

Right, let's take a look at the bottle,
shall we?

Thank you.

One suggestion.

Actually applying the medication to the
affected area might help.

Is there something you want to tell me,
Geraldine?

Dermatitis this morning, dizzy spells
this afternoon.

My diagnosis is you're trying to get a
day off.

Look, all you have to do is just write
me a note and they'll send me home.

Oh, I see. So that's what constitutes an
emergency in your book, as in you don't

like school.

I hate it here.

Well, when you grow up, Geraldine,
you'll learn that sometimes we have to

things we don't want to.

Sadly, life's like that.

You want to see her take me boyfriend
and Miss Swinging Elf and be at the same

time?

I'd die of embarrassment.

Please, Lizzie.

Visiting times are on the ward doors.

Oh, it's OK. I work here. Dr Weatherill
said it was... I don't care what Dr

Weatherill said.

Out, please.

See you later, Marge.

Don't let me down.

The news isn't good, Amy.

The results of your biopsy confirm my
suspicions.

You have a tumour on the pleura.

That's the lining of the lungs.

Cancer.

So what do we do now?

Unfortunately, the position of the
tumour means we can't excise it.

And this particular cancer won't respond
to treatment.

We can make you as comfortable as
possible.

Try and keep your pain under control.

But that's all.

How long?

Weeks rather than months.

Sorry.

My roses aren't out yet.

I'd love to see my roses.

I can provide support for you at home if
there's someone to look after you. No

one.

I live on my own.

In your admission notes, it mentions you
have a daughter.

No. No.

I don't want to bother a doctor.

Tell me, Ken, would you say that you've
been happy in your work?

Well, happier now we got rid of Arthur.

Oh, tragic but inevitable.

He was always so highly strong.

Anything you think could be improved?

Well, our wages, for starters.

And the gearbox on the hospital van
needs replacing.

Well, your own little empire, where we
mere mortals tread at our peril.

Well, you're always welcome, Mr M.

Well, I suppose I have turned a blind
eye occasionally, where others have

enforced the letter of the law.

And we're very grateful, Mr M.

Well... Keep up the good work.

What the heck was all that about?

It's his way of telling us, Alan.

He's not a well man.

I wonder how long the poor soul's got.

When my daughter's dad died, I promised
I'd do all I could to give her a chance

at college. So I worked the night shift
in Bright's Laundry.

in the day.

And that's how you put your daughter
through university?

Yes.

Her dad would have been so proud of her.
She's a solicitor now.

I would have been a solicitor too.

But you don't see very much of her now.

They're very busy people.

I get a card on my birthday.

I go for lunch every Boxing Day.

Would you like me to have a word with
her?

She knows I'm here.

She'll come if she has the time.

That's for your state agents at the end.

This bloke reckons my house is a prime
family property in a top location.

There's a queue of prime families dying
to have a look round, apparently.

You selling off?

I won't be rid of Dave's. We'll split
the cash, will I?

Here, stop right here.

Oh, sleep.

Divorce, selling houses, whatever next.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

I need a lift to the Lido's tomorrow
afternoon.

What for?

Miss Swinging Elsinby.

Marjorie can't answer now, but I can.

We usually go to the pub for a bit of
darts night, if you fancy it. Yeah, I

wasn't certain it was Alan Libby and
anyone else we can rope in. Night,

Night.

For what?

It's not really my thing, darts.

See you tomorrow.

Talk about trying to make friends and
influence people, eh?

You ready, girls?

Oh, no.

I'm not going out if he's coming.

Here we go.

I told you it was impossible.

Oh, you've been talking about me behind
my back now, have you? Oh, in a good

way. You should go have this selected
patient for latching on to other girl's

boyfriend. He's not your boyfriend.

And it's not like that.

Do you know, you two need your heads
banging together.

Then you turn, hand on hip, big smile at
the judges.

If you can see them through those
eyelashes.

And back to strike a pose.

Lizzie, your hair looks... ..not
different.

I've had it done for Miss Elsinby this
afternoon. It's the Bridget Bardot

special.

Afternoon, the Royal.

Hold on, please. Dr Omrod, it's Fairlawn
again. A girl's collapsed.

Yes, and I bet you ten bob her name's
Geraldine. Forget it.

I'm sorry, but I've got a couple of
genuine calls to make.

I'll see you when I can.

Look, um, has anyone seen Frankie?

What the heck do you think you're doing?
Just five minutes.

I'm not going anywhere until I've had my
faith up for one thing in life. Shut up

and listen.

We can't go on like this.

You're right.

We should...

Try and be civil to each other during
working hours.

And who you see outside those hours has
got nothing to do with me.

If I was to say I'm sorry, would you
believe me?

I'd wonder what you were after.

I was stupid.

I made a mistake.

Yeah, damn right you did.

When I asked you to marry me, I meant
every word.

And despite everything that's happened,
well, I still do.

Sorry.

Frankie, Dr. O's on the warpath.

Right.

Ah!

How foolish of me. Why didn't I think to
look for my driver in the patient's

bathroom?

Sorry, Doc.

You know, I only wanted to go for a
drink so I could bend my ear about you.

I'm sorry.

He's mad about you.

So how about giving the poor lad the
benefit of the doubt, eh?

Amy's daughter, is she visited yet?

No.

OK, thanks.

I went to see the laundry.

It's, er, derelict now.

But the pipes are still there.

Covered in asbestos.

Look, Amy, your daughter's a solicitor.

She could take these people to court for
you.

Well, don't be much good now, will you?

I'll come back later.

Can I help you?

I need to see my mum.

I'm locked out.

Come with me.

young lady is anxious to see her mother.
Oh, what's her name?

Angela. I told you not to bother me at
work.

I've got my chemo.

Oh, I'm very busy. You'll have to wait.

Oh, I think myself and Nurse Davenport
can hold the fort for a few minutes.

And I'm sure Angela would like a biscuit
and a drink before she goes home.

So we're there 15 minutes.

Nurse, it is undignified.

As well as unattractive to stand with
one's mouth hanging open.

Yes, matron.

I hear like myself things. The house is
all creepy.

Then you'll get used to it.

I just want things back the way they
were.

And I don't. Oh, you have things by
yourself.

What about me?

Angela.

I'm all dark, bitter and twisted.

Then I'm off.

Talk in a straight line, will you?

It's obvious why she'd come back here.

Her husband must have ran off with
somebody else.

Let's hear it for contestant number six,
Miss Hannah Elwood.

Isn't she gorgeous, ladies and
gentlemen?

Her hobbies are films, movie music and
amateur dramatics.

Now welcome contestant number seven,
Miss Gladys Blackburn.

I know Gladys is an usherette at the
Rialto, but as you can see, she's

for more than shining a torch on those
courting couples.

Gladys' ambition is to be in the movies,
and I surely agree, she's got star

quality.

Now a big hand for contestant number
eight, Miss Ruby Atkins, whose father

have been a thief, because he stole her
stars and put them in her eyes.

Our Ruby is a professionally qualified
shorthand typist, ladies and gentlemen.

And Ruby's hobbies are cooking and
sewing, or looking after her pet

Please welcome... After Miss Man -Eating
off the list.

How do this?

Oh, Lizzie, you're much better looking
than that, eh? That's a showbiz remark,

Dad. Hey, that's Mr Rose.

Where? There.

Right, that's it. You're not floating
yourself in front of him in your

Why not?

Because it's undignified, that's why
not. Now, come on, get your coat on. I'm

going to get you out of here.

You know what, Dad? That's just what my
ex -husband would have said.

Here.

And now, a big hand for our final
contestant. I'll be.

Number ten, Miss Lizzie Hopkirk.

Our Lizzie's got healing hands.

Trent type it.

She works as a receptionist at our very
own St Aidan's Hospital.

And I'm sure the sight of Lizzie here
would bring any red -blooded male back

life.

Lizzie's ambition is to write a best
-selling romantic novel, and her hobbies

include dance.

How? I'm a doctor from the Royal.

I'm treating your mother.

Do you mind if I come in?

Do you mind?

Why are you here?

I'm fully aware of her condition.

All those hours that she worked in that
laundry to raise the money to send you

to college.

She was inhaling asbestos dust.

Now, she could spend her final weeks at
home.

Watch her roses bloom.

If there was someone willing to look
after her.

It's your turn to take care of your
mother, don't you think?

I think it's time you left.

She sacrificed her health for you.

been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome, eminent surgeon and

president of the Squared Circle, Missy
Rose, FRCS.

Marjorie's doing just fine, if you're
interested.

It's a shame she couldn't make it.

Thank you.

Arduous though it is to choose from a
veritable bevy of bathing beauties,

much deliberation, the judges have
reached a decision.

In third place,

Miss Hannah Elwood.

Congratulations, my dear.

In second place, the delightful Miss
Ruby Atkins.

And the winner is... the even more
delightful...

Miss Lizzie Hopkirk.

Very well deserved, my dear.

Fraud? Bad loser. There's always one.
She can't be Miss Elphinby. She's not a

myth anymore.

She got divorced.

This week.

But I only had the one husband.

You've been through every fella in
Elphinby.

No,

no, no.

Leave it.

You know,

I'm getting a little weary of this
persistent rash. It's spread, can't you

And you're still using the lotion?

Yes.

Stop! You weren't entirely honest with
me last

time, were you, Geraldine?

I think I'd come out in a rash if I
rubbed caustic soda into my skin.

I hate you!

She's been doing this to herself.

Why?

Well... I cry for help.

She's already told me she's unhappy. be
here.

I'll have to tell her parents, and then
she'll need a referral to a

psychiatrist, and I think that's best
achieved from the safety of, well, of

own home.

I regret to inform you that Lizzie
Hopkirk has been disqualified, and I

upon Mr. Rose to crown the new Miss
Swinging Elzenby, Miss Ruby Atkins.

Do you have another vehicle we can get
to?

Jolene, can you hear me?

Don't you have... Damn it, move it!

Come on, Doc, get a move on!

Jolene.

Yeah, her pulse is faint and way too
fast.

Just press harder. Anything to stop that
bleeding.

She'll certainly get away from that
school now if she survives.

Dear God, why didn't I take her more
seriously?

Ambulance is on its way. How's she
doing?

Right. Blood pressure's very low.

Last in facial lacerations.

Hemorrhage from a compound fracture to
the lower leg.

She's going into shock. Okay, Frankie,
don't move. Keep the pressure on while

try to stabilise her.

Staff, pressure bandage using the
saline, please. I need to cut down for

as quick as you can.

A bit like old times.

Nice little girl you've got.

Thanks.

Maybe you could leave a spare key with
her, Dad.

Maybe you should keep your nose out of
other people's business.

Just because I'm younger than she is,
I'm prettier.

It's not my fault a fella's run off with
some other woman.

Who are you giving out about now?

Oh, Godzilla there. She's so stuck up.

And why the heck did she have to come
back here and inflict her misery on us?

Catherine's husband was the skipper on
the Susanna.

On the trawler.

They never found the boat.

Or anybody's. And until they do, she
won't see a penny of his pension.

So less of the assumptions, North
Davenport, if you don't mind.

That's a foot free. Right. Let's get
this off her. Okay.

One, two, three.

Now.

Get her now.

Come on.

I've got it. I've got it.

I've got her legs.

You got it?

Yeah. Okay.

Get her into the ambulance as quick as
you can.

Steady.

Right.

Think you can manage that drink tonight?

I think we deserve one.

Meryl, can you hear me?

How much from the right ear?

Fractured skull. We need an ambulance
now.

No. Please, no.

Femur's fractured.

Pulse's vacuum's ready.

Right.

I'll get some splints. You cut down to
phthalate.

Meryl, hang in there.

Everything's going to be all right.

I promise.

We're going to be all right.

Meryl.

No, Meryl!

Meryl!

Catherine.

Look, I heard about your husband.

I'm really sorry.

Not the subject I want to deal with. You
know.

The poor girl's going to scar me.

We can do something about her leg. Have
her running around the lacrosse pit

again in no time.

Cranial bleeding.

Rectal pelvis and ribs.

Abdomen's distended.

Her pulse is feeble and erratic.

Straight through, please.

What happened?

She was hit by a car.

She go through?

No.

Let them do their work.

All we can do now is wait.

That's it.

She's arresting!

Rita's trolley.

We have her back.

Scalpel, please, nurse.

Sorry.

Sorry. Let's see if we can identify the
source of this hemorrhage.

She's gone again.

Again, if you please.

They're back.

Nothing.

Come on, Mel. Come on.

Intracardiac adrenaline, please, nurse.

And again, if you please.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, 10, 11, 12, 13,

14...

One

more time. One more time, for God's
sake. That's enough, Doctor.

You can't just let her go! It's
hopeless.

Quite hopeless.

That's it, I'm afraid.

Make a note of the time of death.

If you please not.

Because she turned my winter into
spring.

Now she's turned my summer into autumn.

And left me with no song.

Don't sing.

Staking all the laughter and the music.

And left me with no song.

Lying in some strange and foreign
household.

Sleeping only as the dawn begins to
rise.

Someone should call a family.

I'll do it.

Poor dear Meryl.

I light just one more cigarette, trying
to hide what's going

on.

In the quiet of the even time, I miss
her.

Listening to sounds she used to make.

Remembering the smell of her perfume.

I'm sure you did everything you possibly
could, Mr. Rose.

If any man could have saved her, it
would have been you.

Charming girl.

Everything to live for.

And what could we do?

Not a benighted, blasted thing.

Come in.

Ah, thank you.

There you go, Mr. Middleton.

Sir, I'd like you to stay, can't I?

I have an announcement to make.

Not you too, Mr Middleditch. I don't
think I could cope. Not two in one day.

I'm sorry, I'm not with you.

The way you've been popping those pills,
I knew it must be something serious.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Cramley's extra strong peppermint.

Very effective against indigestion, I
find.

You had me worried there.

I have been advised on medical grounds
to slow down, and I intend to take that

advice.

I shall be retiring from my position as
soon as my successor can be appointed.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear about it.

We'll miss you, Mr Middleditch.

Bad luck, everyone.

We'll talk about it some other time.

For the moment, if you would excuse me.

Doctor? Maybe I'll, um... I'll come back
later.

You shouldn't burn your internet, mate.

You know, I never told her how much I
loved her.

She did, didn't she?

I'm sure she did.

Don't let the sun catch you crying.

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