All language subtitles for The.Indian.Doctor.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[theme music]

(male #1)
'Hello, ladies and gentlemen.'

Uh, I'm sure you're wondering

why I've summoned you here

on your day off.

I have some news

of vital importance to the town

- and we've also got a film.
- Yay!

- What's the film?
- "The Millionairess."

With Sophia Loren.

'Not to mention'

some very fine refreshments

courtesy of my good lady wife.

[whistling]

As you know, the village

is currently without a doctor.

Not anymore, it isn't.

And, as I'm sure he's told you

Mr. Griffiths decided to take

the matter into his own hands.

I did it with the assistance
of my brothers in The National

- We've managed to secure..
- Union of Mineworkers!

...the services of
a first-rate doctor.

How many more trains
do we have to catch?

This is the last one.

And then what, an ox cart?

Dog sled over the mountains?

This is Wales, Kamini.
It's not the Himalayas.

Not Harley Street either, is it?

I think it's rather beautiful.

Reminds me of..

...Mussoorie in the summertime.

Mussoorie.

Before the film,
we're going to show

a public information film

from the Ministry of Health.

Bloody Tory propaganda.

Both the newsreel and the film..

Put the film on, mate.

...will give us valuable
cultural insights

about our new GP.

Regardless of the differences
we will undoubtedly have

with our new doctor

it behooves us to welcome him

with open arms.Thank you.

Let's welcome Sophia
with open arms, eh?

I'd like to get
my arms around her.

[whistles]
That's enough.

'If you wanna stay in here,
we'll have none of that.'

There are ladies present, Bryn.

[instrumental music]

(man on screen)
To meet the growing needs
of our health service

the Minister of Health,
Enoch Powell has announced

a government drive
to recruit the very best

and brightest doctors
from the universities

and hospitals of
the Asian subcontinent.

[horn toots]

India's doctors responded

to Mr. Powell's
warm invitation

with eager enthusiasm.

Impressed with the spirit
of modern efficiency

and friendly cooperation

they find everywhere
in our splendid

National Health Service.

They can't wait
to come and lend a hand.

(Prem)
'Elwyn said he would be here.'

Well, he isn't, is he?

Well, something must
have happened.

There's a surprise.

But...it's not the end
of the world.

You could've fooled me.

We can walk.

Walk?

Fresh air.

It will do you good.

What do you think I am,
a donkey?

I don't want some darkie
lookin' after my kids.

What difference does it make
where's he from?

One doctor is better than none.

I, for one think..

...we should welcome this
new doctor with open arms.

The Internationalist tradition
runs deep in the blood of us.

'The South Wales Miners.'

'We have always supported'

'the workers of the world'

'regardless of the color
of their skin.'

We have stood
shoulder to shoulder

with our brothers
in South Africa

in Spain and now

we have the chance
to show our solidarity

with the working men
and women of India.

As that great socialist,
Mahatma Gandhi, said--

- Oh, do give over.
- 'That's right.'

Make fun of us.

You think you're so much
better than us

you and your fascist husband--

- Sit down, Griffiths.
- 'Just put the film on!'

[cheering]

Good day, gentlemen.

Could you tell us
where we could find

Dr. Elwyn Thomas?

Up there?

He's in the graveyard.

He's dead.

That would account for him
not meeting us then.

They're all in there.

Thank you.

I bet you inspire
confidence as a doctor.

Examine me thoroughly.

(all)
Yay!

If I examined all the ladies
in whom I inspire confidence

I should be exhausted
within one week.

Well, then, reserve yourself
exclusively for me.

'I have to reserve myself'

'for the poor
and useful people.'

'Now, will you
kindly get dressed?'

(woman on screen)
Why can't I be your patient?'

(male #2 on screen)
'You come stalking in here'

'as if you're God's gift
to hospitals!'

'Telling me to reserve myself
entirely for you..'

Hello.

I'm Prem Sharma.

Your...your new doctor.

Dr. Sharma, Owen Griffiths.

It's a great honor to meet you.

And may I extend
a warm welcome to the Valleys.

- Thank you.
- Richard Sharpe.

- Local colliery manager.
- Uh, very pleased to meet you.

Eh, we weren't expecting you
till next week.

- Sorry.
- Oh, it's-it's fine.

Typical unions.
Can't organize anything.

- You're the new doctor?
- Yes.

You've come all the way
from India?

Yes.

'And this is
your good lady wife.'

- 'Did you come by boat?'
- Yes.

How long that take you, then?

I'm sure the good doctor
isn't interested

in your silly questions.

No, no, no.
I-I don't mind, really.

Comrades, the doctor's
just arrived.

The first thing to do
is to take you to the surgery.

(female #1)
'I've been under the doctor
with my back for ages now.'

I'm sorry?

(male #4)
'What can you give me for wind?'

Go on ahead and open up.

See if you can find
Dr. Elwyn's diary.

- What?
- His green leather diary.

It's somewhere in the surgery.

How will I know it
when I see it?

Well, if it's green
and it's leather

and it looks like a diary--

- Okay, but--
- Sylvia.

It's not that difficult.

My sister's got bunions!

Oh, come on! Come on, there.

What kind of welcome
do you call this?

Give the man a chance.

He hasn't come
halfway around the world

to be mithered by you lots.

[laughs]
Right. Heh, where are your bags?

- Uh, outside.
- Bryn, Howard, Albert.

Fetch the doctor's bags, please.

Yes. Excuse me. Thank you.

You'll find the locals
an odd bunch.

A strange mixture
of noisy Bolshevism

and ignorant superstition.

They're mostly harmless
but if you have any trouble

just let me know.

I was very sorry
to hear about Elwyn.

It's very, very sad.

Not surprising.
Given his lifestyle.

Unreliable.

No great loss really.

[door creaking]

Well, welcome to your new home.

The flat's upstairs.

Above the shop if you like.

Courtesy of the Coal Board.

Grace and favor.

Come on then, boys.

Oh. You'll have to replace this.

'It's not exactly
top of the range.'

I made Dickie buy me a Creda.

They're expensive
but worth every penny.

[indistinct chatter]

Ho-ho.

[panting]

I'm afraid,
he did like his pipe, Dr. Elwyn.

Smelly old thing it was too.

[indistinct chatter]

Everything needs
a jolly good clean.

[indistinct chatter]

Uh, we'll have the rest
of the old doctor's things

'taken away tomorrow.'

Caught us a bit
in the hop, you have.

We'll leave you
to get settled in.

- We don't want to settle in.
- What?

The whole thing's been
a ghastly mistake.

We're not staying.

We, we can handle it from here.

We're just tired
from the journey.

[instrumental music]

Don't worry about
the diary, Dickie.

They're going
to be leaving anyway.

'It'd be a good idea
if they did leave.'

Last thing I need
is another doctor

poking around,
stirring things up.

They've only just got off
the boat, Dickie.

How much trouble can they cause?

[heavy breathing]

[hissing]

Why can't we have
a Welsh doctor?

What's an Indian
gonna know about miners?

We could always carry on
with Dr. Morgan.

It's a long way to go but--

'At least he's Welsh.'

He looked after my mum..

'...so he can
look after my dad.'

[sighs]

'Oh.'

It was your idea
to come here.

No. It was my idea
that we should go to London.

'Manchester, even.'

Somewhere with at least
a passing acquaintance

with civilization.

Don't exaggerate.

I'm not.

'Well, we're here so..'

...why don't we just
make the best of it?

[scoffs]

I'm not staying here.

Well, I can see that
you've given it a fair chance.

Did you see the way
they looked at us?

I saw the way
you looked at them.

They're peasants, Prem.

I'll contact daddy's friend
first thing in the morning.

Where are you going?

I'm going to sleep in that

revolting excuse for a bed.

But we haven't eaten in hours.

What do you expect me to do?

Cook?

[instrumental music]

[horn hoots]

[instrumental music]

Ooh!

[footsteps approaching]

[chuckles]

Can't you just feel
the generations of families

'that have passed
through this room?'

[chuckles]
It's not that bad.

Once we get it cleaned up--

I meant what I said last night.

I'm not staying here.

Why not?

Because it's...disgusting.

Because the people
are appalling.

And because you're
too good a doctor

to bury yourself in this..

...backwater nightmare.

Does it really matter
where we are?

It matters a great deal.

[thudding]

Oh. Sorry, you frightened me.

I didn't expect you
to be down so early.

Dr. Elwyn never was.
He liked his lie-ins, he did.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Oh. Of course, you don't
even know who I am.

I'm Gina Nicolli.

I was Dr. Elwyn's receptionist

and sort of girl Friday.

Oh, I was hoping
I could carry on with you.

Uh, I mean, I mean
be your receptionist.

I mean, if that's alright.
I mean.. If you want me to.

Well..

I've worked here for ages,
and I know the job backwards

and I know everything
about everybody.

Then how can I afford
to be without you?

You can start by making tea.

Oh.

[peppy music]

Good morning.

All the time I worked
for Dr. Elwyn

I never came up here, not once.

My nan would've been
shocked if I had.

She didn't really
trust Dr. Elwyn.

Where did you get this?

India.

It smells lovely.

- What is it?
- My favorite chai.

It's a type of tea,
then, is it, chai?

[Gina sniffs]

It is so quiet here.

It's not quiet, it's dead.

(Prem)
'I wonder if we'll have
any patients.'

Oh, like, here I am going on.
It's almost time to open up.

Oh, it's okay.
I already have.

Oh, no.

[indistinct chatter]

The surgery will not open
till 9 o'clock. Sit down!

I told you
they'd take advantage.

Where have they all come from?

They haven't had a doctor
since Dr. Elwyn died.

- But so many?
- Oh, no, they're not all sick.

- Aren't they?
- No, most are just nosy.

[instrumental music]

I've this terrible problem
with my lugs.

Ah, if you would care
to remove your trousers.

(female #2)
'It's..'

It's my bowels!

I, uh, I had a,
I had a nasty bump at work

a while back,
and it keeps giving me gyp.

Chronic it is, sometimes.

(female #2)
'Bowels!'

You want me
to remove my trousers?

I can't go!

Aw-awfully strung up
all the time I am.

Totally wound up by tea time!

No, no, no. Lugs, man.

- Ears, lugholes!
- Oh.

- 'Not legs.'
- Not, not the trouser area.

I need the openin' medicine

to make me...go!

Sometimes, I-I feel alright
but, you know

'I've got this
chronic thing and I'

and I don't even know
what I'm doin' and..

Excuse me.

Gina? Gina?

I think he's speaking Welsh.

Aled Hughes, how did you
get in here? Go on, get out!

I needed to see the doctor,
Gina. Please.

There's nothing wrong
with you. There never is!

Now go and don't come back!

He only wants a sick note
for work.

He's terrible like that.

- And was he speaking Welsh?
- Aled? No.

- He's far too lazy.
- I see.

I hope they're not
all like that.

- 'They won't be.'
- They better not be.

I need the girl
to send a telegram for me.

- The girl?
- Why?

Because I don't know
where the post office is.

No, why're you sending
a telegram?

We've been through all this.

It's not going
to make any difference.

Then it won't make
any difference if I send it.

Fine.

Tell them there will be a reply.

[dogs barking]

- Gina!
- Can't stop, nan.

- I'm going to send a telegram.
- Telegram?

- For the new doctor?
- His wife.

She's trying to get him
a job in London.

But they've only just got here.

Right stuck-up one she is.

- Really?
- He's lovely though.

- What do you mean, he's lovely?
- I mean, he's lovely.

- He's not getting fresh, is he?
- No.

Because you have to watch
those people, Gina.

They're very hot-blooded.

You think everyone's
hot-blooded, nan.

Well..

Perhaps I'll pop in later,
see for myself.

- Oh, no. Don't now.
- Why not?

Well, 'cause there's
nothing wrong with you.

It's bad enough everyone
else is wastin' his time.

I've as much right
to see him as anyone else.

The girl's just stepped out
on an errand

but she won't be long.

I'll have her fetch us tea
when she gets back.

That's alright.

I just popped round to ask

you and Dr. Sharma
to dinner on Saturday.

Dickie thought we should
all get to know one another

because of his position
in the village.

His position?

He runs the mine..

...for the Coal Board.

I see.

Well, we may well be
in London by Saturday

'but if we aren't--'

- London?
- Yes.

But if we are still here,
I'm sure we'd love to come.

Ah! Here's the girl.

- 'Did you send it?'
- Yes.

Did you tell them I wanted
the reply sent straight over?

- Yes.
- 'Good.'

'Mrs. Sharpe and I
would like tea'

in the sitting room, come.

If you want tea,
you can make it yourself.

I'm sorry?

I'm a receptionist

not a tea lady.

I must run.

I see.

(Prem)
Right.

Now, do you get
stomach pains often?

They come and go.

And how painful are they?

Very painful, moderate,
just a little bit?

Hard to say.

The thing is, a friend of mine
had something similar.

They took her into the hospital.

She's had it all taken away now.

Taken away?

Ah, a hysterectomy.
She had her womb removed.

Oh, yes. Took it right out,
they did.

Now, she doesn't know
where she is.

Afraid to sneeze half the time.

Poor dab, never had kids
neither. Tragic.

Well, there's no danger
of that in your case.

You're far too young.

I can do some tests,
but it'll probably

just turn out to be heartburn.

How old do you think I am?

I-I don't know, uh..

Oh, my!

Well, I would never
have guessed that.

Um, don't you try
to flatter me, young man.

I wouldn't dream of it.

You know, I have an excellent
remedy for heartburn.

'Cardamom, ground ginger'

aniseed, black pepper,
hot water..

Or I can get you some tablets.

Oh.

I think I'll take the tablets.

(Prem)
If you're worried about
anything, anything at all

just come and see me,
even if it's for a chat.

- Thank you.
- Nan!

I've got pains. I have!

Uh, nothing to worry about,
I'm sure.

Thank you, doctor.

- Sweet lady.
- Hmm.

- Just one more box, doc.
- Thank you.

Well, our first day of surgery.

I don't think I could have
managed it without you.

You're nothing like I thought
you'd be, you know.

[chuckles]
People rarely are.

'Can I just ask you something?'

What is it like
where you come from?

Your village?

- My village?
- In India.

It's, um, nothing
like this place.

[instrumental music]

Thruppence, makes sixpence.

- Lovely. Thanks very much.
- Good evening.

Good evening, doctor.

Um, hello.

Hello.

We met yesterday
at the institute.

Don't forget this.
It's for her husband.

He's not been well.

Oh, nothing serious, I hope?

Well, yes. He's bedridden.

Oh, dear. W-would you like me
to take a look at him?

I could make him
my first house call.

No.

Um, w-we've talked about it

um, but he feels
he doesn't want to, um..

He's been seeing
Dr. Morgan from Trebanog

down the valley.

I see.

Not that there's anything
wrong with you, mind.

'I-I'm sure you're very..'

It's just that he's been
bad a long time

and he doesn't want to keep
choppin' and changin' doctors.

I must go. I-I'm late.

- 'Hello..'
- 'Alright.'

Evenin', doctor.

Mr. Griffiths.

Twenty Senior Service pack.

Fancy a quick one?

A-a drink?

Oh! Yes, very good.

Just the tomatoes, please.

[peppy music]

- Now what?
- You're the cook.

I don't know anything
about Indian food.

I don't know anything
about food!

[indistinct chatter]

(male #4)
'Dr. Sharma! Over here.'

(Kamini)
'Let's try some of that.'

- 'Which one?'
- 'That one.'

Hmm.

Hmm.

Put some green in.

[chuckles]

- Is it alright?
- I'm sorry?

- The beer.
- Oh, yes, uh, very tasty.

Uh, w-what's it called again?

Rhymney Bitter,
the wine of the Valleys.

Well, you've certainly
got a taste for it.

Best beer in Wales!

I don't think
I've ever seen anyone drink

so fast or so much.

[laughs]
You're in Wales.

And I'm a lightweight
compared to some.

I'm a division three man
when it comes to the drink.

You have amazing tolerance.

Do you really mean that?

Well, yes, uh,
from what I've seen.

Coming from an Indian,
that's praise indeed.

[laughs]

Tolerance and passive resistance

the two greatest weapons
in the class struggle.

And it took an Indian.
Hmm. Gandhi.

One of the greatest socialist
of all time to teach us that!

Gandhi could only
come from India.

Beautiful country!

Beautiful people.

Thank you.

Non-violent resistance.

It's at the heart

of your religion,
of your culture

the fabric of your society--

Well, I'm not sure if--

That's how they were able
to knock six bells

out of the English
and send them packing!

[laughs]

Gandhi was a wonderful man,
but I'm not sure

if his teachings have had
that much influence

on the Indians of today.

- Really?
- Uh, uh, I'm afraid so.

Is that why you left?

Oh! It was my wife's idea
to leave India.

Oh.

[instrumental music]

Your round.

My round what?

Oh, uh, uh, a round of Rhymneys.

[both laugh]

Right, who wants to lose
his money, eh?

(male #5)
'Not with him.'

Two pints. One and a half pints
of Rhymneys, please.

(Owen)
'Dr. Sharma is my guest'

and you'll make him welcome

or you and I are going outside.

- Hmm.
- Mmm.

That's the first meal
I've ever cooked.

You did really well.

Are you patronizing me?

No, I really mean it.

(Prem)
'Kamini.'

- Perfect timin'.
- What?

Gina, what are you doing here?

Me and Mrs. Sharma
have been cookin'.

[laughs]
Well, then, you must join us
for the inaugural feast.

I got tomatoes.

They're in a tin.

Actually, my nan's expectin' me,
so I should be goin'.

Nonsense!
You're our first guest.

It'll be bad luck
if you don't stay.

The girl said she has to go.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

[instrumental music]

You're drunk.

I've had a drink or two.

Getting drunk won't solve
any of our problems.

I wasn't trying
to solve our problems

I was trying to forget them.

I hate seeing you
do this to yourself.

Do what? What am I doing?

Running away.

- I'm not running away.
- You are.

You've been like this
ever since Rani died.

This has nothing
to do with Rani.

It has everything
to do with Rani.

I am not gonna let you
bury yourself

in a dead-end job like this.

'You need
a challenging job, Prem.'

Something that will
pull you out of yourself.

I had a challenging job in
India. That's why she died!

That is not why Rani died.

I wasn't there
when she needed me.

Jaan, sit down.

I'm not hungry.

[melancholic music]

Oh, Megan!

Megan!

Don't look around.
Just keep walkin'.

Megan?

Oh, Mrs. Sharpe, I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you.

I need you to serve dinner
for us on Saturday night.

I'm doing an Indian meal
for the new doctor and his wife.

I want everything
to be perfect.

I'll pay you, of course.

- I don't know.
- Eight shillings.

- I don't like to leave Gareth.
- Ten?

- He's been so poorly.
- Twelve and six!

Cash in advance?

Six o'clock. Sharp.

Don't be late.

Bye.

I thought you said you weren't
gonna work for her again.

I'd rather chew razor blades.

Now, you can buy yourself
a birthday present.

It's six weeks till my birthday.

So?

(Prem)
'Your mummy says'

'that monsters come
into your room at night.'

Hmm. And they wake you up
and make you cry?

Hmm.

Monsters. Hmm.

Monsters, monsters, monsters.

Monsters.

[gasps]

I think there is
something we can do.

Now this..

...is a powerful, magical stick.

What does it do?

You keep it under your pillow

and when the monsters come,
you hold on to it tightly

and you close your eyes
and say this magical Indian word

"Mukti!"

- Mukti.
- Ah!

That's fantastic.

Night terrors are very common.

Usually, they just go away
by themselves.

Thank you.
Have you got any children?

No.

Any other troubles,
do come back.

Why isn't that boy in school?

Oh, he's always mitchin',
that one is.

He can't stay five minutes
out of trouble.

Oh, nan, this is Mrs. Sharma,
Dr. Sharma's wife.

Oh, well, nice to meet you,
Mrs. Sharma.

I saw your husband yesterday.

Lovely, lovely man!

Shocking the way
some people are with him.

What do you mean?

Well, that Megan Evans

was in yesterday.

Dr. Sharma offered to go round

and have a look at her Gareth.

Nice as pie he was,
and then she told him

she didn't want his sort

goin' anywhere near her husband.

Said it right
to his face, she did.

I thought it was best you knew.

In case you run into her.

'But not to worry, love.'

Megan? I can't believe that.

Most people think it's wonderful
him being here and you.

'Some people though,
well, too small-minded'

'for their own good,
aren't they?'

- But he is good.
- 'What?'

- Empties?
- Who?

The-the doctor?

(Sian)
'I didn't say he wasn't.
What are you..'

- Oh! What's the point?
- 'Ta.'

- Tom?
- 'Friend of yours?'

- 'Tom, can I have a word?'
- No.

He doesn't even know I exist.

(Kamini)
'Maybe you should let him know.'

Life's too short to worry
about what people think.

'If you want something'

you have to go out and get it.

(Sian)
'Right, Mrs. Sharma.'

'How can I help you?'

I had to try every shop in
Pontypridd to find all this.

It doesn't look
very authentic to me.

Yes, it is.

Look,
"Authentic Indian cuisine."

And when you serve it, it has
to look exactly like that.

- This one's Chinese.
- No, it's not.

"Traditional Chinese noodles
in a peanut sauce."

Oh! How did that get in there?
Never mind.

Once it's all mashed up

they'll never know
the difference.

Have you got my paper?

I don't see why we have
to make such a fuss.

We're not making a fuss.

Oh!

Oh, no!

What if they want
to sit on cushions?

Why on earth would they want
to sit on cushions?

Because that's what they do.
It's their culture.

They'll sit up a table
like good Christians.

We want them to
feel at home, Dickie.

They're not at home.
They're in Britain.

And I am not sitting
on a poxy cushion.

Is it true that woman
won't let you treat her husband

just because you're Indian?

Well, she said she just wanted

to stick with her own doctor.

So this isn't just
an ignorant backwater

it's an ignorant
bigoted backwater?

You have to let people make
their own choices, Kamini.

You won't be treated
like this in London.

If we go to London.

I can't believe
you're thinking of staying.

Gina showed me around
the village.

It's like..

...Panipat without the cows.

If we're going to this dinner,
you should get ready.

We don't want to get off
on the wrong foot.

I don't want
to get off on any foot.

That's why I sent the telegram.

- I could always go on my own.
- No, I'll go.

Ten minutes.

[laughing]
"Ten minutes!"

You have never got ready
in ten minutes!

Not once in all..

Pickles, peanuts.

Cheese and ham.

They're American.

Kamini..

Thank you.

Dr. Sharma, sherry?

Lovely, thank you.

So how are you settling in?

Very well, thank you.

Good, good.

I expect Dr. Elwyn sent you
lots of little notes.

Instructions, tips,
that sort of thing.

Did he?

No.

He didn't send you any details

any information
before you arrived?

None at all.

He said he would meet us
at the station.

That was it.

[sighs]
How unfortunate.

It's fine actually.

His assistant seems
to know everything.

His assistant?

Gina Nicolli.

Ah, yes.

Sweet girl. Not very bright.

I beg to differ.

I'm beginning
to think that she could run

the surgery all by herself.

- Ha ha.
- Maraschino?

No.

[instrumental music]

You ordered this.

It's the new Adam Faith record.

Mind if I come in?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

[Sylvia laughing]

Tommy Steele always had

a bit of a thing for me.

He was a terrible flirt.

Such a lovely man.

Do you mind sitting on chairs?

- No.
- Uh, chairs would be fine.

See? I said they wouldn't mind.

Mrs. Sharma.

So, Mrs. Sharma

how are you getting on
in your little kitchen?

It's a complete mystery to me.

What do you do out in India?

Some kind of open-hearth system?

- For what?
- How do you cook?

I don't.

- You don't cook?
- No.

Oh, dear!

(Richard)
'Who does then?'

The servants,
that's what they're for.

- Thank you.
- You have servants?

Of course.

To do the cooking.

The cooking, the cleaning

everything really.

How many servants have you got?

Oh, I have no idea.

Ten, twelve. Prem?

Uh, something like that, yes.

(Gina)
'Isn't your dad upstairs?'

[rock and roll music]

Chicken curry...with noodles..

...in a peanut sauce.

With the bungalow
and the stream

running down to the lake

the house was always
full of guests.

Lady Mountbatten used
to bring all her friends.

Lady Mountbatten?

She and mummy served together

in the St John's Ambulance
during Partition.

The Lady Mountbatten?

It was a very difficult time
for both of them.

It was a very difficult time
for everybody.

Did you know
the Mountbattens well?

Oh, yes, we used to summer
with them at Shimla.

- You're a Dick, aren't you?
- I beg your pardon?

- Or a Dickie?
- Richard.

Lord Mountbatten's real name
was Louis, but for some reason

everyone always called
him Dickie.

[chuckles]

[music continues]

[music stops]

Do you want me to play it again?

No.

[sighs]

So is it
a good university, Delhi?

It's the best in the country.

I don't know about that.

I mean, there's Bombay,
Calcutta, Aligarh..

You're being modest.
Delhi is much more prestigious.

- Hmm.
- Perhaps.

Where did you study, Mr. Sharpe?

Kidderminster.

It was a grammar school.

Oh, that's.. That's nice.

I can't believe
I've never noticed

how gorgeous you are.

Maybe you just never looked.

[Gareth coughing]

I always thought of you
as a little kid.

Well, I'm not.

I'm quite grown-up.

You are.

(Gareth)
'Tom!'

[Gareth coughing]

[sighs]

Dad...coming!

Thank you.

- So, London?
- Hmm.

I'm quite surprised I haven't
heard back from Mr. Powell.

Powell?

Enoch Powell?

Yes. Do you know him?

He's an acquaintance of daddy's.

No, I haven't actually met him.

I can certainly understand

why you'd want to be in London.

- Hmm.
- I know we do.

As soon as my next promotion
comes through

we won't waste
a second getting out

of this wretched place.

I like it here.

Wait till you've been here
a few months.

Horrible place, horrible people.

Everybody's been
very nice to us.

Give it time.

[knock on door]

Can't think who that'd be.

Excuse me.

I do apologize
for the dinner.

Unfortunately, the help
isn't up to cooking

with quality ingredients.

- Tom?
- It's dad.

I think he's dyin'.

Excuse me.

[dramatic music]

[Gareth gasping]

(Prem)
No.

Hold this here please.

Uh, yes, doctor.

[speaking Welsh]

Excuse me.

I have to give him
an injection in his thigh.

(Megan)
'Tom?'

- Tom!
- Uh.

(Prem)
Thank you.

(Prem)
'We have to get him
to a hospital.'

An ambulance please. Please!

[speaking Welsh]

[footsteps approaching]

Um, his condition is stable.

He's breathing a little easier.

But they want to keep him
in for a few days

you know, for observation.

Can we see him?

Well, they're moving him
to a ward

but I'm sure you'll be able
to see him for a few minutes.

Thank you.

I should've let you
look after him

the first time you offered.

I suppose I'm like
everyone else.

I'm frightened of
what I don't know.

Yes, I'm feeling that
a lot these days.

We're a funny lot, the Welsh.

Especially in the Valleys.

And as for Trefelin..

You know what you said
at dinner about the servants

and the Mountbattens,
was that true?

- Yes.
- Really?

You should have seen
Mrs. Sharpe's face.

[chuckles]
I did.

[laughing]

Dr. Sharma, back at the house

when you were trying
to bring him round..

...for a minute,
I-I thought it was all over.

That's completely
understandable.

But I was relieved.

[instrumental music]

You're not shocked?

No.

I am.

What kind of a wife thinks that?

It's not easy
looking after someone

when you know they're dying.

You don't think I'm horrible?

Of course I don't.

Thank you.

[music continues]

I mean, the man has
chronic severe emphysema.

The consultant at the hospital

feels that it may have an impact
on his entire immune system.

He's only 40, he's never smoked.

I've made you a cup of tea.

[chuckles]

Well, thank you.

It's not your problem.

I've had a reply to my telegram.

"London position available.

Telephone Ministry to confirm."

It's as good as done.
We can leave.

I'm not going to London.

Why not?

Because there are people
who need me here.

[instrumental music]

The whole evening
was a total disaster

from beginning to end.

Did you believe all that rubbish

about her living in a palace?

I don't know.

I think she made
the whole thing up.

It can't be true.

- Anyway, it doesn't matter.
- It does matter.

The last thing I need
is an interfering doctor.

And if his wife really
does have connections--

They're immigrants, Dickie.

No one's going
to take them seriously.

There was a time when no one
would take a tart

like Christine Keeler seriously.

The country's changing, Sylvia.

Well, we don't have
to worry about that tonight.

We will, soon enough.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

Dr. Elwyn kept a diary
in his surgery.

(Richard)
Do you think you could find it

and bring it to me?

(Owen)
There's one for every five years

all the way back to the '30s.

Where's the current one?

I never said I wanted
to go to London.

(Kamini)
'We don't belong here.'

I want to go.

[theme music]