All language subtitles for The Good Karma Hospital S03E02

Morning, Dr Varma. How are we doing?

- Morning.
- Morning.

No shortage of patients. But
a distinct lack of train.

It'll be here.

Well, there are several
candidates for Plastics.

Little Mani here, for one. So
let's just hope you're right.

- Morning Dr Walker.
- Morning.

Morning.

Good morning, sister. Is everything OK?

Good morning, Dr Fonseca.
Everything is under control.

My nurses are processing over there.

There's a lot of people
but we're handling it.

Good.

See?

OK, let's start prepping
the team and equipment.

We have a lot to go through.

Hi.

- Dr Fonseca?
- Yes.

I'm Dr Ray.

You are very, very welcome.

Come this way.

This is sister Mari and Dr Varma.

Hey, Gabriel.

I insisted on extra investment
in the surgical equipment.

The kit's now the same
as we use in Bombay.

So you two worked together in Mumbai?

I was his first supervisor.

Back when he was a shy little 18-year-old

who didn't know his elbow
from his retractor clamp.

How long has it been since
we last worked together?

Five years?

Something like that.

Small world.

One of our objectives is
training local surgeons.

Dr Varma can assist me
today, if you can spare him.

Excellent. I was hoping you'd say that.

We have several candidates for surgery

both here and back at the hospital.

Great, why don't you show
me your first patient, then?

He likes you.

Mind you, he pretty much likes everyone.

Your first?

What a sweetheart.

I know we are biased but...

.. he is, isn't he?

Problem is his eating and drinking.

It's very hard to feed him.

He is a little underweight.

Yeah.

He tries but he cannot feed.

We've tried different techniques, but...

.. he keeps getting thinner.

I just... just want to feed my child.

Let's see what we can do about that, huh?

Wait, wait, wait.

Are you going to tell me
what this is all about?

The surgery? Or...

No you, turning up here, in my town,

on this train which has
never stopped here before.

And don't tell me it's a coincidence.

Of course it's not.

Get Mani ready for the theatre, please.

Are you ready to recommence
your education, Dr Varma?

Bravo!

You see, Doctor? I can still dance
the rumba like nobody's business.

John Travolta, eat your heart out.

You don't need sight
to dance. Just rhythm.

And a good partner, of course.

Now, your cataracts have extended
significantly since I last saw you.

I'm afraid they will cause
total sight loss within a year.

And there is nothing you can do?

Not here, no.

But there's a reason I
asked you to come in today.

I know we've talked
about surgery before...

Kochi is so far away...

This doesn't involve Kochi.

What would you say to free
surgery right here in Barco?

I'd say you were pulling my leg.

Well, I'm not. And it can
be done this afternoon,

on the miracle train.

Have you ever used this in surgery before?

You've been in the sticks for too long.

Well, it's...

.. impressive.

The goal here is to separate
Mani's nasal and oral cavities.

Why?

To, uh...

.. reconstruct the soft palate.

Other than the patently obvious?

To, erm...

To form a valve which is
both watertight and airtight.

If we don't do that, he will
never be able to speak properly.

We do that by making two incision
both the sides of the palate.

Scalpel and mask, please.

The operation will only
take a few minutes.

You'll be back home by this
evening and, with a bit of luck,

should be able to see the
glorious Keralan sunset.

I'm sorry, Dr Fonseca.

Could you tell me more
about the risks of surgery?

Well, as with any operation,
there's a small chance of infection.

And what if that happened?

If that did happen, then his
eyesight could end up worse...

Worse...?

Yeah, but it's only a two percent risk.

It's a very straightforward procedure.

What about the recovery time?

No strenuous activity for a few weeks.

That's all, really.

Priya?

I'm sorry, I'm fine, it's all just a...

.. a lot to take in.

You really don't need to worry.

And the benefits far outweigh the risks.

Think of all the things
you'll be able to do

once he gets his eyesight back.

A whole new chapter of your lives.

There is minimal swelling
and the breathing is normal.

You'll have to keep his mouth clean.

Feed him water after milk and
feed him in clean bottles.

So... he's OK now?

Like, he'll be able to drink?

You have yourself a
happy, little healthy boy.

Thank you so much.

Thank you. Thank you.

Please, let us thank you.

- We have to celebrate in your honour.
- Yes.

Oh, thank you, but I
have so much work, so...

But you'll have to eat, no?

Can we sit with him?

Dr Varma will transfer
him to the hospital...

Please. Please don't say no.

Please allow us.

For some time, please.

Take five.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Coming through.

Ha! Watch where you're going!

Yes. Yes. We know.

Can I help you, Sir?

Edmund Dalrymple.

Ted.

Tried to tackle it myself.

The bugger didn't seem to want to stop.

It's OK. I've got you.

Let's go.

Must have been a bad fall.

Didn't have my stick.

The pride of a foolish old man.

You here on holiday?

Research trip.

I'm writing a military
history of partition.

Oh. How did you get into that?

It's always been an area of interest.

I was born here, you know.

My father was a civil servant in the Raj,

stayed on after independence.

So this is home.

We went back to England in the '60s.

I haven't been back here since then.

The smells, the cloves, incense,

something slightly sweet you
can't quite put your finger on.

When I stepped from the plane,

I felt as though I was six years old

and running round after my amah again.

What about family? Are
they here with you now?

No.

Solo adventure.

Which is why I really
need to be on my way.

So much work still left to be done.

Soon, OK?

There's just a couple of quick
tests I need to run first.

Beautiful, aren't they?

And it's not even lunchtime.

"Never delay kissing a pretty girl
or opening a bottle of whisky."

Not me. Hemingway.

Though I'd like to think I channel him.

Famous for his love of mojitos,

which I make an exceptionally good one.

I prefer a vodka tonic.

Heathen.

Seriously, I owe you one.

You've saved me from a cruel
and untimely sobriety.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So have you decided how
long you're staying yet?

Uh, I dunno.

Maybe just a few weeks, you know.

I got nothing to rush back for.

That's alright, isn't it?

Yeah, it's great.

Listen, why don't we go out for dinner?

Just the two of us. Somewhere nice.

Why? We can't drink if we go out.

I know somewhere we can drink.

Bloody hell, it's been
years since we just sat

and properly talked, you know.

Dad, we talk all the time.

Oh, OK.

Yeah, alright. Yeah, go on then, yeah.

If you want to.

Yeah, I do.

Mr Chavan?

I have your consent forms here.

Thank you, Doctor. But
you won't be needing them.

I've decided not to go ahead
with the operation after all.

I know the risks can sound scary.

But they really are very small...

Thank you for your help,
but we must be going.

I'll get a taxi.

We've been talking about
surgery for the past few months.

It's finally possible,
and now you don't want it?

You've been kind, as always, Doctor.

I don't need compliments, Mr Chavan.

My only interest is in
saving your eyesight.

You do realise that you'll be
totally blind within twelve months?

The taxi is here.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sister, can I have a word with you?

Hmm.

I need to give in my notice.

And why on earth for?

Deepak...

He wants me to stop working
immediately once we are married.

But we talked about this...

I mean, there's absolutely no need
for a woman in this day and age

to give up work just
because she got married!

I've made up my mind.

Tomorrow will be my last shift.

Just like that.

Never mind her contract,
never mind her patients,

the hospital staff that
she's leaving in the lurch...

But did she say why?

Just that this fiance of hers
doesn't want her to work anymore.

I mean, if she had any gumption at all,

she would make up her own mind.

But she's a silly, flighty little thing,

that doesn't even know her own mind.

Look, she's made her decision.

There's no point parting on bad terms.

Just give her a cake
and a proper send-off.

She's getting married.

Poor thing deserves our sympathy.

He's recovering well.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

We are so grateful for all you have done.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's a little different to the
botoxed wives of Mumbai, eh?

You'd be lucky if you got
a thank you from them.

I'm sorry I sprung this on you.

I should've called.

Yes.

Yes, you should have.

You look happy here.

Well, maybe not exactly happy.

Contented.

Leaving Mumbai was...

.. it was the hardest
decision I ever made.

And also the best.

I got divorced.

I'm sorry.

You and I both know it was long overdue.

Don't suppose you fancy
getting out for a bit?

Showing me the sights of downtown Barco?

Actually I can't.

I have to go.

Meet me for a drink tomorrow.

As just friends. Nothing more.

I'll come find you before my train leaves.

All done, Doctor?

I really ought to be on my way...

Mr Dalrymple.

Ted. Please.

Ted.

This hand movement of yours...

It's called a pill-rolling tremor.

It's characteristic of
Parkinson's Disease.

Has a doctor ever mentioned that to you?

It may have been bandied
about once or twice.

Parkinson's can cause bladder problems.

We've found an infection in your urine.

And your blood pressure's a bit high.

I'd like to admit you and
start a course of antibiotics.

Admit me?

You mean overnight?

Out of the question.

I've far too much work still to do.

Ted.

I don't mean to be alarmist but
these infections can turn nasty.

Left untreated, they can lead to sepsis.

You've waited 50 years to write this book.

I'm sure it can wait another day.

You could tell me more
about it if you like.

One night and then I really must be going.

Deal.

- Do you mind?
- Of course not.

Is this place always like this?

This is a quiet Tuesday.

They just want to thank you.

It's a straightforward procedure.

I've done it a hundred times.

Don't talk yourself down.
You changed a child's life.

Dr Fonseca? Mr Chavan's on the
phone. It's his wife, Priya.

Will you excuse me?

Sure.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

We were dancing and she just collapsed.

Your blood pressure is very low indeed.

I feel much better. He shouldn't
have wasted your time.

- Have you eaten properly today?
- Of course.

And you're sleeping OK?

Right, well, I'd like you to come
into the hospital for the night

so we can do a proper check up.

Absolutely not. There's
nothing wrong with me.

She does too much at home.

She's always running around
after me, cooking, cleaning.

I've told her to rest more
but she just won't listen.

You do surprise me.

I've tried to make our life fun.

But the truth is...

.. her life is hard.

I'm a burden.

Oh, I'm sure your wife
doesn't see it like that.

Of course I don't.

I might be able to dance,
but what good is that

if I can't find my
trousers without your help?

So have the operation.

He shouldn't have bothered
you. We know how busy you are.

I didn't see it at first.

I do now, though.

It's you, isn't it?

It's you who doesn't want
him to have the surgery.

You're scared he won't need you anymore.

You know nothing about us.

Let him be your husband
because he loves you.

Not because he needs you.

And please, take care of
yourself. Get some rest.

The train will be here until six tomorrow.

Priya.

Priya.

I'm here.

I thought you'd probably forgotten to eat.

Yeah. I had.

Thank you.

So are you going to be nice
to me all the time now?

Because it's... a bit disconcerting.

Well, don't get too used to it.

They are leftovers.

- Right.
- Right.

How did it all go today?

Someone said the surgeon was
an old colleague of yours.

Mm.

Yes, she is.

Must be nice to catch up.

Hmm.

Why don't we take this back to mine?

If you're lucky, I'll throw in a beer.

Then how could I possibly refuse?

You'd be crazy if you did.

That's what they all say.

Come on.

So, then.

Tell me everything. I want to hear it all.

About what?

About... life! About home.

What's going on there?

I mean...

.. literally nothing is going on there.

Oh, no. I tell a lie.

Dan Hodge got arrested for
pissing in a supermarket freezer.

Dan Hodge.

No, I mean, what's going on with you?

Everything's alright, isn't it?

Yeah. Course.

It's just that, well, I haven't
heard from you for ages,

then all of a sudden you're here.

- Well...
- No plans to go home.

You know, I kind of thought
that you'd be pleased!

I am! It's bloody brilliant!

Dad, please can we just get out of here?

Let's go and get pissed on the beach!

Listen, I want you to
walk casually to the door.

And then when I say...

.. you're going to run.

Uh, no. No way.

Yeah.

- I'm going. Let's go.
- Seriously...

Tommy! No!

Oh, God.

Christ! You're gonna give me an aneurysm.

Don't tell me you've
never done that before.

Did it with your mum on our second date.

She nearly stabbed me with a high heel.

And she wonders why I
do the things that I do.

Right, to the beach. Come on.

I bloody love this place!

Ugh...

Are you not coming in?

I have to check on a patient at the train.

OK. I'll see you later.

Ted!

Ted!

Ted! Ted, just wait, will you!

Come on.

I told you, one night.

We haven't got on top
of this infection yet...

A dodgy bladder is not
going to finish me off.

Please.

Let us take care of you.

I'm afraid that that is rather the point.

My son, Charlie, takes the
same kind of view as you.

Wanting me to sell the house

and move into something called
an assisted living unit.

He wanted power of attorney.

So... I got the form...

.. Ready.

Signed it.

Told him I'd hand it over to
him when I got back from India.

So you see.

I have a few weeks left,
before daytime television

and a slow march to the grave.

I'm not going to spend it here.

I still have one last adventure in me.

If you'd just stay a couple more hours,

wait for the antibiotics
to really kick in...

You've been very kind, Dr Walker.

I shall never forget that.

I sent Mrs Sande for myringotomy

and I'm hopeful we can
squeeze in Mr Panchal as well.

The train doesn't leaves before six.

What a life, eh?

Being able to just up sticks
and leave the aftercare

to someone else.

Oh, you wouldn't like it.

No budget to manage? No staffing crises?

Sounds like paradise to me.

But you love those crises.
They are your raison d'etre.

I think they call it Stockholm Syndrome.

And anyway, don't try and pretend
you're not exactly the same.

You know Mala has been
talking about retirement.

As in, mine.

But you're far too young.

Sadly I'm not.

You're not seriously considering it?

Are we too late?

In the time that you
have been with us, Jyoti,

you've become a valuable
member of our team.

We'll all be very sorry to see you leave.

These are for you.

Wow.

Thank you.

OK.

I'll miss you, all of you, of course.

Although I won't miss emptying bedpans.

Make sure to stay in touch.

I will.

Though I'm hoping to be really busy.

You know I have a new
house to decorate and...

Well, we have work to do.

Thank you. Oh, that's really
sweet of you. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Yeah, that's fine. Thanks.

I didn't think you were assisting today.

I'm not.

Don't come back to the
hospital before you go.

Are we getting a drink, or..?

I don't want a drink.

I don't want to be friends.

I'm sorry if that sounds rude.

OK.

I'm with someone now.

And I think it could be serious.

Is it the doctor?

Ruby?

Do you love her?

Goodbye, Aisha.

Ruby.

Your Mr Dalrymple discharged himself
rather in a hurry this morning.

But he left this.

He hasn't left any address or number...

It's alright. I'll take care of it.

Thanks.

Jyoti? Where are you going?

My shift's over.

And you weren't even going to say goodbye?

Talk to me.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- Really?
- I'm fine.

Listen to me.

This situation with your fiance...

.. and what I saw.

Do you really think you
should be getting married?

It's none of your business.

I... I know you're not happy.

Let me help you.

Jyoti!

Oh, my God!

Don't touch it.

Stay away.

Mari!

Get her inside and under a shower!

No signs of inhalation. Airway looks good.

Vitals look good.

Pulse 110, resps 18,

BP 130 over 70.

Right, Mari, let's take bloods

and we'll complete a
formal secondary survey.

Mixed superficial partial

and full thickness burns to
the left cheek and forehead.

Some hair loss and scalp
blistering on the left side too.

No sign of eye involvement.

Thank God.

It hurts...

I know, sweetie, I know.

We're going to give you
something more for the pain.

Another five of morphine, please.

Keep irrigating the wound.

And we'll need pH strips to
test the acidity of the skin.

Almost certainly formic
acid or sulphuric acid.

Can be bought at any corner
shop for a few rupees.

Shall I call your family, Jyoti?

Your mother?

I know it doesn't feel like
it now, but I promise you,

you will get through this.

I heard what happened.

How could someone do that to her?

To anyone?

She's just 20.

She's barely more than a child, Ruby.

I know.

I was right there, but
I couldn't save her.

Hey.

The police are here.
They want to talk to her.

She's in no fit state.

I told them that.

Did you get a look at the attacker?

He was wearing a... a helmet and a scarf

and it all happened so quickly.

Hm.

What now?

Well, we call the Burns Unit at Kochi.

She'll need to get
transferred within a few days.

We can't treat her here?

No.

She needs multiple skin grafts.

Months of complex surgery.

It's way beyond us.

Hi, do you have a moment?

Sure. OK.

No real damage to the ear
cartilage or the nose.

The full thickness burns will
need grafting in a couple of weeks.

Have you spoken to Kochi?

Yeah.

Yeah, they've agreed to
an immediate transfer.

But the next few weeks are
gonna be... so hard for her.

Much harder than she can imagine now.

So I don't want to send her
so far away from her family.

I want to treat her at
the Good Karma Hospital.

It's not just Jyoti.

I've been wanting to expand
what we can offer surgically,

because there's just so much to be done.

I can't stay in Barco, Lydia.

You said you admire the work we do.

I'm sorry.

So, what, then?

Go back to the Real Housewives of Mumbai?

Is that really how you
want to spend your career?

I'm sorry.

I know things can be a bit more...

.. complicated here.

I know it's messier.

But it is real medicine.

The care that Jyoti will need...

Well, it'll be a long, hard slog.

But it will put her life back together.

How did yours happen?

I was very young.

You know what they call it on horses?

Proud flesh.

Where the skin grows back
thicker and stronger.

Like an armour.

Will you at least think about it?

Mr Chavan's cataract
operation should be over.

Perhaps you take them home.

Ted?

I'm sorry.

I peeked.

Who is she?

Dina.

You loved her?

We were 17.

Her family lived on our street.

But when my father found out,

he had me on the next
plane back to England.

To Sandhurst.

So now you're trying to find her.

I never said goodbye.

Never even wrote to her.

I've regretted it all of my life.

If I could only see her once more,

to explain.

You've done all this,
and crossed continents,

for one conversation with a woman
you haven't seen in 50 years.

Does that seem very foolish to you?

No.

It's the most romantic
thing I've ever heard.

Wish me luck, Doctor.

Wait.

Trying to find someone in this country,

after all this time...

Let's just say the record-keeping
can be a bit patchy.

Let us look after you here

and I'll help you find her.

So you will need to
take it easy for a while.

But, erm...

Will he be able to see me?

All being well, yes.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

Can you see me?

I got old.

You are always beautiful to me.

I've been so selfish.

No.

You just never realised...

.. you were enough for me.

This was enough for me.

It always was.

What are you doing loitering?

Waiting for you. Come on, jump on.

Oh, so you just assume that
I'm coming back with you?

That's a bit arrogant.

I might have plans.

So do you?

No.

You can just assume this
will happen most days then.

So you're saying you want
to make this... public?

Does that answer your question, Dr Walker?

Yeah, I guess it does.

The candles were Tommy's idea.

Reckless, ridiculous, dangerous.

And utterly charming.

Like father like daughter.

Where is she?

She's in her room. Wanted
to give us some space.

If I can put up with one McConnell,
I can put up with the lot of you.

Tommy?

Yeah?

I don't know about you two but
I could really do with a drink.

- Mojitos?
- Why not?

You'd better teach me
how to make them, then.

Your father's an appalling cocktail
maker. I'll show you how it's done.

How very dare you. I'm
a qualified mixologist.

A qualified piss-artist, more like.

Don't look at me.

Cut some limes. Go on.