All language subtitles for The Royal s05e06 Letting Go.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.

Oh, don't somebody tell me what I've
done wrong.

20 miles from my house to your house.

20 miles and I'm walking all the way.

20 miles and you're in love with
nothing.

And I've got to see my baby every day.

I walk along.

Sha -la -la -la -la, sha -la -la -la.
Passing the song. Sha -la -la -la -la,

-la -la -la.

20 miles is a long way.

And I've got to see my baby every day.

Lots of girls invited to my house.

Oh, do you know, I never thought I'd
miss the place so much. Good to have you

back, sister.

Morning, sister.

We've missed you.

I'm sensing an implication in your tone,
nurse.

Put it this way, sister. You're a
wonderful person and an inspiration to

when you're working.

But as a patient, you're a nightmare.

Well, she may have her faults, but at
least she's honest.

I'm in a bit of a mess, love.

You just... Hang on, I'll get somebody.

Nurse, quick!

It looks like burns.

All right, love.

Lean on me.

Let's get you stepped on.

Wheelchair, maybe.

I don't look that bad, do I?

I'm more concerned with how you feel.

Well, I feel terrible, Doctor.

Is there something you'd like to
prescribe?

Well, not overworking yourself might be
a start.

We can always ask Geoff to take on a few
extra calls, can't we?

He will be pleased.

Anyway, at least you don't suffer from
morning sickness.

Look, um... Are you sure you don't want
to say something?

We'll jump off that bridge when we get
to it, shall we?

Are you happy about everything?

Well, I'm starting to come round to the
idea, if that's what you mean.

I know what I said before, but I
actually think I'm all right.

I mean, ask me again when the labour
pains start.

Doctor, whether are you needing
casualty?

Ah, this is the one I need. Sorry, mate.
Mrs Berry, vomit, and then you.

Listen, is there any chance you can have
a look at my car later on? Why not?

It's probably in the job description
somewhere. Everything else is.

Oh, Geoff, uh... Listen, any chance of
you taking all of your Gordon's calls?

Oh,

my car's just packed in. I hate it when
it happens.

How come you've not taken it home?

Well, a mate of mine works on the
market, owed me a favour, but Lizzie's

would sooner have the money.

Ready?

We are at the dawn of a technological
revolution.

Young Alan Morris, stand by for
stereophonic sound.

Hello, young lover. Hello, what's the
name?

It's almost like he's in the same room
as you, isn't it? Why would you want

that? Come here.

See, mono.

Now, you're hardly going to get your
full mind -expanding audio experience

Vince Hill in mono, are you? I know, I
know, but hang on. No, well, you've got

to get your angles right, haven't you?

Ken, leave it to me here.

Be brave, young lovers, and follow your
star. Be brave and faithful and true.

I've got a right clown here for you.

Has he? It's a bit harsh, isn't it?

This is not going to be my day, is it?

So Nurse Dean tells me that you did
this, what, three days ago and you've

your own way in on the bus?

There's no point in my either in thought
when there's no need.

So would you like to tell me what
happened?

Knocked a pan of water off the stove.
You know what it's like rushing about in

kitchen. Especially when your kids
aren't feeding.

No, it's only me.

Right.

Uh, nurse, if you can remove the basis
skin and treat the wounds with two and a

quarter of a cup or two, please.

Oh, and if we can get some more contact
details on this, obviously.

How long am I going to be here?

Probably just overnight.

Don't worry.

And what do you do for a living?

Sorry.

Right, then.

I'd better have a look.

Can you tell me what happened?

Came off me tightrope.

Well, you're lucky it's just your arm,
then.

It's only two foot up.

Really?

Why, even so, I think we'll get you down
to X -ray.

Your name?

Joey Stromboli in this lot.

Norman to you.

Norman Brownler.

You're out on the pier, aren't you?
Every summer since we got demobbed.

Joey Stromboli and Bingo Jenkins.

Twins a tickle.

I'll tell you, if that pier were any
narrower, I'd be falling off that way

been lately.

Well, that'll be the shoes.

Thank you.

Oh,

well, the nursing staff are ready for
it, apparently.

Excellent. Well, I'll form a hand on the
tiller and all that. Oh, I'm looking

forward to it. Don't you worry.

Anyway, do you think you're going?

Don't go to an evening.

You're outranked.

Carry on, nurse.

Oh, you're scary. Take this down for
casualty, will you? I've got to go now

until it's gone.

It'll only be two minutes.

Well,

just take a look. If you can fix it,
great. If not, then let me know what the

damage is going to be. Oh, well, it's
already too clean.

Pull that thing.

Go on, then. Look if you're stuck.

See you.

Don't worry, I won't be long.

You'd better not be our Carnegie, I love
you.

Right, thanks. Bye.

If you could just have a chat with him,
that's all. I mean, obviously, if you

don't mind, I just think it might be
easier coming from you. I fully

my dear. Leave it with me.

Man to man. Thank you.

Dr Weatherill!

Is there supposed to be a patient in
cubicle one?

Yes, Mrs Weston there just left us.
Well, there's no one there now.

Oh.

So, how do you lose a patient, exactly?

I don't know what you're all looking at
me for.

Well, once you get it all sorted out,
let me know, if you don't mind.

Thank you for that helpful contribution.

He does have a point, Doctor. How do you
lose a patient?

We didn't lose her. She's wandered off.

Doctor, I tried to find a telephone
number for Mrs Westerly, but the address

gave us doesn't exist.

It's all right, it's only me.

No, that's been very useful.

Thanks. Bye -bye.

Any luck?

They said there's only one crew a day
covers that route. Anyway, they found

conductor. What about passengers in
pyjamas?

Two, we think, but not together and only
one woman.

I've lived a very sheltered life.
Apparently, she got on just past the

reservoir. You know, after you get out
of town.

It can't be too hard to find her.
There's only a couple of hours up there,

far as I know.

Thanks, Susie.

Hello? Mrs. Westerly?

Are you sure it wasn't Mrs Weston Lee
you saw out the window?

Well, no, I couldn't swear to it, but I
do think there's somebody else in there

with her.

The neighbour said they hadn't lived
there very long.

Just moved across from Richmond,
apparently, so, I mean, somebody there

know something.

Well, maybe we should check with the GPs
in Richmond and see if there's any

record of their registration.

Could be a start.

You sure you're all right with this?

Yes.

I'll let you know when I've found
something.

Even though there isn't a break, I'd
suggest that you don't put any shivering

your arm for a couple of weeks. And
remember to take a painting.

That and I'll bandage a few other bits
and make it a part of the act.

And you're all right for getting home?

Oh, aye.

Bingo's got a little car.

He's picking me up.

When he says little car, you don't
figure me... Wouldn't surprise me.

Right.

A Dr. Byrne from Richmond recalls that
Jean Westerly, from years back, a

from his surgery, delivered a baby boy
called Michael.

Really? Yeah, seems as though she likes
to keep a low profile, Jean Westerly.

You thought the leaden winter would
bring you down forever, but you rode

steamer. Through the violence of the
fan.

Boo!

Are you planning on going home at all?

Maybe never.

I've dreamed about this, Ken. Oh, yeah.

All them scratchy old singles through a
tinny little speaker. No more.

This is what it's all about from now on.

Well, we can't leave it here, lad.

Now we know that it works. I can flog
it. Keep my mother quiet for a week.

I'll buy it.

What with?

You make less than me and that's saying
something.

I'll sell me blood.

Me bite Logan.

You're better off selling your ears if
you think this is music.

Mrs.

Whistley.

I'd rather not make a habit of this. You
are still in need of urgent medical

attention.

And nobody asked you to come.

Mrs. Westerly, why don't you let us do
our job?

And then we'll leave you in peace.

Look, I see no reason why you can't come
straight back with us now. I mean, what

else is there to worry about?

Toddy, I don't like mithering folk.

Well, that's what we're here for.

How's Michael, by the way?

I beg your pardon?

Your son?

Michael? Is it Michael? I told you, back
at that hospital, I'm on my own.

So you're saying there's absolutely no
-one else in the house?

No, it was only you two, and I think you
outstayed your welcome.

Right, so that was you watching me from
the upstairs window, was it? Listen, I

never wanted anybody here in the first
place. The thing is, Dr Weatherill here

says she saw someone at the upstairs
window.

Now, if you're denying that, Mrs Wesley,
then we have to assume that there's

something unusual going on. Now, you
have a serious injury, that much is

But we are duty -bound to stay here
until we're completely satisfied there

-one else at risk. All right!

Is he here now?

He'll not come down.

Michael?

It's all right. It's okay, Michael.

Look, why don't you come down?

Has someone been hurting you, Michael?

Leave me. Leave me alone.

OK,

it's fine. It's fine.

Come on.

I'll tell you what.

I'll wait for you down here, shall I?

It's all right, love.

Would you come on?

You'll not touch that lad.

Do you hear me?

Who are you, anyway?

This is Dr Wetherill.

Jill. Jill. Gordon.

Jill. Gordon. Jill. Gordon. Jill.

Yeah, just love.

I've come to see if your mum's burned,
Michael.

You told them it were me. No, love, that
doesn't matter now.

Right, so, Jean, I don't know about you,
but I would love a cup of tea, so if

you show me where everything is, I'll do
it.

Right, sit there and behave.

I want to be a minute.

So... You

don't have many visitors, then.

Have you had any tea?

Mice?

I beg your pardon?

That's what she gives me.

Mice.

Mice.

What have you got that you could sell?

My LP collection.

Oh, no.

I could do a sponsored walk.

Nah. My dad'll have flogged it by the
time he got back. You know what he's

If you hang on a minute, I can give you
a lift home.

Thanks, but I can't tonight. I'm meeting
somebody.

Only I've been having this twinge and...
Nice try.

Best leave you to it.

It were an accident.

I had a pan on the door. You've seen
what he's like.

It's clumsy.

I can't help it.

You see, the thing is, Jean, if you
don't get your burns tended to

It would mean that you might have to
leave Michael for a lot longer than one

night.

That is what you're worried about, is
it?

What can't you just say to me here?

Mrs. Westerly, you need treatment, and
so does your son.

Now, we can involve the authorities if
we really need to.

So when was the last time you left the
house, mate?

Can't remember.

Well, you have left the house since you
moved, haven't you?

Can't remember.

Sit up there, Phil.

So why don't you tell me something that
you do remember?

State capital of New York is Albany.

Battle of Hastings, 1066.

PTU, 104E.

England 4, West Germany 2. BTU 1040.

What's that? The registration number of
the ambulance.

Michael!

Michael! Michael!

Hey?

Frankie, what?

I'm sorry.

Hey?

Oh, um...

His fart plugs are gone. I've got to
change them. And, yeah, I'm licking a

of oil, but it's in the car park, right?

Excellent. Oh, well, I'll pay you
tomorrow if that's all right.

Dr Goodwin, you need it on an ICA. Some
bloke's come off his motorbike. An

ambulance is on its way.

You all right, Frankie?

We'll put on a course of antibiotics to
stop the burn of the septic.

Well, Michael seems calmer.

It's so strange.

First thing you think of is some sort of
abuse. But, I mean, he's clean.

He seems healthy enough.

He's certainly not stupid.

So I suppose the question is, does she
keep him hidden because of what he does,

or is he like that because she hides
him?

I've cleared the airway, so he's
breathing OK.

But his pulse is fast and weak.

And his blood pressure's really low.

Internal bleeding, you think?

Oh, it looks like it.

There's a lot on his shirt from
somewhere.

OK, let's get this bike lifted and get
him on the stretcher.

Just the one, but we will need Mr Rose
back in.

RTA, head injuries, probable internal
bleeding. Pulse rate is still rising.

Blood pressure falling.

I'll see to it.

Leslie, what's happened to him?

A motorbike accident going straight into
the theatre.

How is it, Doctor, that man is capable
of finessing five -note trumps? You

stay upright on two wheels.

Blood pressure still falling, pulse rate
rising. He's bleeding heavily from

somewhere. Let's open him up, see what
we can find.

Small puncture mark between the ribs.

Looks nasty.

Scalpel, please.

You should be asleep.

Do you need any more painkillers?

No.

I'm worried about our Michael.

You must think I'm a bad mother.

I'm not sure what I think yet, Jean.

It's not like I have him locked in a
cupboard or anything.

No.

The house is a bit bigger, I'll give you
that.

Do you think he's frightened of you,
Jean?

How do you mean?

It's just a question.

Oh, hang on, love.

I could kill him at times, but I've
never hit him, never.

I've held him.

Fought with him, even, if you can call
it that.

And he's been thrashing and shouting and
won't calm down.

But I've never hit him.

You've got no idea, Doctor, the struggle
I've had with that lad.

So you don't let Michael out of the
house? It's not just the coughing and

jerking of his head, you know, and
flapping his arms about.

Swearing.

Words he's never got from me and all
that. You never went to anybody for

What, have him dragged off to some kind
of nut house?

Over my dead body?

He's my child and they are not having
him.

All right.

Well, I think we could...

We talk about this some more in the
morning.

Aye.

Before we go home.

Not happy about all this blood in here.

How much have you got cross -matched,
Dr. Goodwin? Six points.

Get another six now. Keep pushing the
saline.

Abdominal packs, please, nurse. Hot and
wet.

Something's not right here.

Ah! There's a split.

In the aorta.

I shall have to do a graft.

Tal's business.

Tal's?

Glam, please.

Glam, please, quick!

I can't control this bleeding. We're
going to lose him.

Come on, man. Don't give up on us now.

Doctor.

Once we found that split in the aorta,
it was all over.

Blood loss was too heavy.

You know, it's strange.

I've seen some RTA come in and you
wonder how their liver pulled through.

And then this.

Not much on the surface. You think it's
going to be straightforward and the next

minute, gone.

I never cease to be amazed, Doctor, at
the resilience of the human body or at

its ability to confound so -called
medical science.

I suggest you get some sleep.

We both have to start again in the
morning.

I meant to be with a motorbike.

Well, they never came round, apparently.

Well, someone's had a rough night, by
the looks of it.

Dr Goodwin, I think one of your patients
is back for a second opinion.

Is this him?

Sorry, Dr Goodwin.

There's no arguing when he's in a mood.

Have we met?

Joey Strombola.

Oh, Norman.

I've brought him back because we're not
happy.

Not a good thing in your job.

You must be bingo.

Cyril.

What can I do for you, Norman?

He keeps falling over.

Again? Bearing in mind your line of
work?

No. Well, I'm not supposed to.

Oh.

Well, we'd better take another look at
you then. Follow me.

If only he'd stayed away from that
stove, none of this would have happened.

I was helping you. I know, love.

But until you can sort out them silly
habits, we're best off staying out of

everybody's road.

I'm only doing what's best for you, you
know that.

And doctors keep looking at me.

I will not let anything happen to you, I
promise.

Hey!

When have I ever broken a promise, eh?

Maybe you could give it me on tick, five
bob a week.

If it were just down to me, you know
there'd be no problem. I could have a

with Mrs HV if you want.

Alan, lad, I'm on your side, and I am
genuinely moved by the naive charm of

youth, but sway my missus where money's
concerned.

Never gonna happen, my friend.

Now, I know I've been away, Frankie, but
I miss something.

I've got a bit of a problem.

I have a minute if you need to talk. Not
much more than that, unless it's life

-threatening.

It's worse.

I think I've killed someone.

Do you play football?

No.

No, neither do I now.

What do you like doing?

Stopping in.

Do you have friends who call by?

Used to, but they kept laughing at me.

Yeah, well, that's what people do when
they're nervous of things they don't

understand.

Everybody's scared of me, except my mum.

What is it?

I think it's coming from in here.

Well, it sounds a little like music. I
like it.

Gordon?

I, um... I've been following up a few
ideas, OK?

I suspect we might be looking at
Tourette's syndrome.

What do you think?

That's interesting.

Could be.

I've never really actually seen it
before.

Me neither.

What's he doing?

Nothing.

He's just listening.

But look, no ticks, no twitches.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

That's right, Norman. Just keep
following my finger with your eyes.

I told him to go and see somebody when
it first started, but would he listen?

Cyril.

Do you mind?

You have a slight flickering to the left
side. It's what we call nystagmus.

You may well have some vestibular
disturbance as well.

Sorry.

You lost me on nostalgis?

Bit of a malfunction in the old
balancing mechanism.

You've not had a bang to the head
lately, by any chance?

Hey, you don't think it might be that
big hammer?

Look, the thing is, Jean, you can't keep
hiding him away. In fact, denying him

social contact may actually be making
matters worse.

Look, both... On what we've observed so
far, we think Michael might be actually

suffering from something called
Tourette's syndrome.

Like a disease, you mean?

It's a psychiatric condition. It is
quite rare.

Can you get rid of it?

Well, if it is Tourette's, then no, we
can't. But we can help it with some

treatment. We would need a psychiatrist
to confirm the diagnosis first, of

course. I am not having some
psychiatrist tell me my son's a nutcase

him off to some home.

Jean, helping Michael deal with all of
this is going to have to start with you.

I didn't mean to do it, sister, I swear.

But he was leaning to me and it was in
my hand and... Screwdriver.

I should have told the coppers straight
away, but... That'll be the next step,

Frankie.

Honestly, it had to be.

Getting it off your chest for the first
time, that's the hard part.

You know yourself.

You might avoid the law, but you'll
never avoid your conscience.

Why don't you go and see how your mum
is? If the nurse asks, tell her that Dr

Omron says it's all right. OK?

How did it go?

Well, as far as I can see, he can cope
with the world if the world's prepared

cope with him.

Do you think you could convince his
mother of that?

Yes, well, people get so fixed on their
own way of looking at a problem that

they stop actually seeing it.

Just dig a hole for yourself deeper and
deeper so you don't have to look up to

see the way things really are.

This is, er, Jean and Michael we're
talking about.

Er, well, yes, I suppose it does apply
elsewhere.

Nobody's perfect.

Even me.

All right?

Yeah, he just clocked me when I was
thinking to his mum and wham, he threw

arm out at me.

Dean? I told you it was better off at
home, didn't I?

Michael, this is all your fault!

Michael!

I'm going to get in there, sweetie.

Nurse!

I don't want to have anyone assaulting
our nurses and calling the police. It

an accident. The boy didn't even know
he'd done it. No, I won't have him

up. I mean it. Look, if the lad thinks
he's going to be punished, then we'll

never get him back here.

Let me go after him, all right?

Look, you can't just keep running away.
Come on, please. Come inside. We'll talk

about it. Yes?

So it's a big part of the act.

Oh, aye.

We put it in about six months back,
didn't we? Aye.

Kids, you see, they love the violence.

Oh, they do. Not like in our day. No.

So Norman throws the bucket of paste
over you.

Aye.

And just as he turns round, you whack
him with the big rubber hammer. I do. He

does.

It used to be the plan.

I always thought it worked better with
the plank.

Hammer. Plank. You're the plank.

Can you prescribe anything, Doctor? I'll
make sure he does as he's told. Don't

you worry.

How about you lay off the hammer?

See how it goes.

If there's no improvement, you can come
back.

I told you you weren't right, didn't I?

Michael, your mother's worried about
you.

I didn't mean to do it.

Well, there's really no need to run
away.

It's usually best.

Is this what we were hearing before?

I like it.

Look, as much as I suspect you might
want to, we can't stay here.

Maybe we can come back later.

So, you reckon stabbing him with a
screwdriver didn't kill him?

An expert, are you?

On stabbing people?

No, of course not.

Well, bearing in mind he's now dead, I'd
think that being stabbed by you is most

likely what caused him to come off your
motorbike.

You could be spending a long time in
prison.

I didn't mean it.

I was just trying to get him off me.

He got away.

We talked to the surgeon operator on him
last night. Find out what his story is.

It was internal bleeding.

I think they said he had a hole in his
aorta.

But then you're not a doctor, are you?

So you don't know?

No.

What's going to happen now?

We're going to want to take a closer
look at that body.

Meantime, you stay in the building.

All present and correct, ladies.

We've just been having quite an
interesting conversation, haven't we,

Which you can do, given the opportunity.

Look, Jean, you're going to have to
start trusting us.

We can't help you unless you let us.

I suppose you want to talk to him about
that, you know, whatchamacallit

syndrome. Shield litterette.

Sorry, that's not the easiest name in
the world.

Right, two things.

If Des were me...

And nobody turns him into some kind of
zombie full of drugs.

There are drugs, logactyl and
haloperidol, but it's not going to be

In fact, it's going to be very hard.

I'd be scared too.

But you really do have to try trusting
Michael too.

You don't know him. You don't
understand.

Well, then perhaps we should all be
trying a little bit harder.

Let me get this right.

I understand that, in your view, the
cause of death was due to a split in the

aorta. That's quite correct.

The deceased suffered severe trauma from
a high -speed collision with a

signpost. The damage to the heart came
about as a direct result of the impact.

Is there any possibility, sir, that this
split could have been caused by a stab

wound from a screwdriver to the chest?

No possibility whatever.

Now, I'm simply trying to establish
whether or not a serious offence has

committed here.

There seems to be an inference here that
Robinson might be guilty of causing

this man's death.

He is not.

The puncture wound was neither deep
enough nor in the right area, and

your police coroner as I do, I doubt if
he'd even know which area that was.

And if you don't believe me, Sergeant,
why don't we take a stroll down to the

morgue and have a poke about?

Bring your pencil.

It can stand in for the screwdriver.

Hey, Ken!

Ken! I've got the... There you are.

Wondered where you've been hiding.

It's gone.

I know.

Flogged it. Got a good price for it now.

What am I going to do, sister?

Why don't you wait and see what the
police come up with?

Thanks to Mr Rose here, we won't be
needing to take you down to the station.

Which doesn't mean to say you're off the
hook just yet.

There will have to be a post -mortem,
but it's unlikely that the stabbing was

the cause of death.

Just stay where we can find you, eh?

Thank you.

I don't need thanks.

You did stab that chap after all.

We'll never know the circumstances that
led to him coming off that bike.

But your screwdriver was not the
immediate cause of death. That's a fact.

The rest is between yourself and your
conscience.

Da.

I said go and wash your hands before
your tea.

Now.

So, how would we go about seeing this
psychiatric fellow?

Well, I could find him now, if you like.

Well, I'd best get one put in first, eh?

You should not tell me, right?

I'll go.

Hello, Michael.

Hi. Can I come in?

Yes.

I, uh... I thought this might be
something used to you.

We can't afford a record player, Doctor.

No, no, no, no. It's all right. It's
just lying around the hospital doing

nothing. Can we have it, Mum?

I didn't imagine you had many LPs, so I
picked this up. It's cream.

Disraeli gears.

It was either that or Vince Hill.

I'm afraid.

So, where do I set this up?

Right, well, I suppose you couldn't find
that psychiatry from work in the

morning, eh?

Your tears, they tell me

There's really no way

Of ending your trouble

With things you can say

I'm dying to tell you.

I'm making progress.

Still got a long way to go.

Can't get there if you don't make a
start.

I do love you, Jill.

We love you.

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