All language subtitles for Breathless s01e01.eng

Nurse.

Clamp, please.

I didn't mean throw the thing
at me, Nurse.

(chuckles briefly)

Not like it is
in the damn manual.

I'm worried about
Miss Mulligan's blood pressure,

Dr. Truscott.

I'm nearly there.

Mr. Powell,

I wonder if Dr. Truscott
might have your opinion?

TRUSCOTT:
Damn!

Everything all right,
Dr. Truscott?

Mind if I have a look,
old man?

The patient's
in her early 20s,

presented with lower
abdominal pain.

Ovarian cyst.

I think we might be better off
with a Spencer Wells.

Thank you, Nurse.

All right, just let me
come in here...

(snipping)

That should do it.

There we are.

Right-o.

Yes, exactly
what I was about to do.

POWELL:
Thank you, Theater.

(laughing)

No more "Yes, doctor,
"thank you, doctor" for me!

No more bed pans!

WOMAN:
Ladies!

Congratulations,
Mrs. Richard Truscott.

(cheering)

Jean's getting married!

*

Excuse me!

Sorry!

(chuckling)

Right, Stebbings,
you're first.

In you go.

(woman shouts in pain)

TRUSCOTT:
Feel that?

You're not one
of our usual miscreants.

You are...?

Wilson-- staff.

I transferred.

QAH Portsmouth.

Why?

Family, ma'am.

You'll find London
full of temptations,

and this hospital
is no exception.

I'm used to resisting
temptation.

Try not to make
a fool of yourself.

SISTER NEVILLE:
Miss Mulligan, from theater this morning.

So, how are we
this afternoon, young lady?

The doctor asked you
a question, child.

Well, she certainly presents
with a distinct absence of joy,

don't you think, gentlemen?

(laughing)

Mind if we have a look
at our handiwork?

Sister, if you please?

TRUSCOTT:
Of course, the moment I clapped eyes on her

I'm pretty bloody certain

I'm looking at
an ovarian teratoma.

(faint voices
behind the curtain)

Right as rain.

Next time we meet,

I will be delivering
your first baby.

Jolly good.

TRUSCOTT:
Right, who's next, Sister?

Or is it time for coffee?

NEVILLE:
Just Mrs. Harcourt, Dr. Truscott.

Looking much brighter,
I'd say.

TRUSCOTT:
Oh, yes, hello, Mrs. Harcourt.

MRS. HARCOURT:
Hello, Doctor.

TRUSCOTT:
Can we have a look at you?

Madam.

Truscott.

I'm really
not sure about her.

Quite.

Where's Nurse Meecher?

Jean sent me, sir.

MAN:
This requires the utmost discretion.

You do understand that,
don't you, Nurse?

(car engine starting)

Don't look
so worried, Nurse.

Dr. Enderbury, please,
what are we doing here?

WOMAN:
Otto, is that you?

I've been such
a silly muffin.

Why don't you take a seat?

So when do you think
you conceived?

If Madam would care
to wait over there.

TRUSCOTT:
Darling!

My last day in
that ghastly uniform

and you show up
weeks late.

You are a very
naughty boy.

This is my fiancée.

And if you must know,
I was held up in theater.

Not the bar, sir?

Operating theater.

(machine whirring)

(gas whooshing)

Well, this is lovely.

You did your best
with that girl, Ricky.

We all thought so.

Bloody Powell
stepping in like that

made me look
a right Charlie.

Oh, come on.

Let's dance the night away.

TRUSCOTT:
Tell the boys to give it some life.

(band playing tango)

This is for you.

She's going.

Hasn't taken the money.

Where on earth
did you find her?

(boat horn blowing)

(train rumbling)

(faucet dripping)

Jeanie!

Oh, Christ!

I'm late for the 6:26.

All right, Dad,
you're all right.

I can always change
at London Bridge.

Um...

(door opens loudly)

Ange!

DAD:
Jeanie, I'm going to be late!

It's gone 7:30!

There is Dad's pot to do
and you are going to be late.

You should've
sodding well told me

it was an abortion, Jean!

I would never have gone!

That boy...

It is a bloody outrage!

All right, why don't you
sit yourself down?

Jean, do you hear,
it's a...

I'm glad you
came back, Ange.

All right, Dad.

(yelling):
That was wrong of you, Jeanie!

It's illegal,
to start with.

(imitating gun firing)

(horn honking)

Daddy!

Mommy, Mommy!

Mrs. J, Daddy's home!

Breakfast first,
young man.

Daddy!

Good morning,
Master Powell.

Daddy!

What?

(whispering):
It's my birthday.

It isn't, is it?

Really?

What is the date?

No, I am sure
you are mistaken.

But it is my birthday!

No, I'm sure
that's not right.

Happy birthday,
Thomas, darling!

Cake for breakfast?

What's the world coming to?

Certainly not
on a school day.

I wanted Mr. Powell
to be here

and you won't be home
for tea, will you?

I chose this one.

There you are.

You really should have
told me, Jean!

You wouldn't
have gone.

I do not want to end up
in Holloway.

You won't get five pounds
for any other private procedure.

I didn't take the money.

What is it
about you, Ange?

You skedaddle down
to Plymouth...

Portsmouth.

And I came back,
if you remember,

to fend for Dad
so you could get married.

Wedding ring.

Oh, shoot.

Still nothing from Joe?

Oh, Ange...

But you are going to be happy.

And I'm coming to that church.

Me, Dad
and half the street!

You are sodding not.

(laughs)

I'm late.

It's for the best, Ange,

honestly.

They can't know about Dad.

Not like he is.

Richard would run a mile.

I know.

Well, it's the early bird.

You work so hard,
darling.

This morning, Mrs. Enderbury,
I am on a mission.

I can hardly believe
he's eight already.

Yes, every parent
must feel that way, I'm sure.

But we are different.

It was the best way,
Elizabeth.

Yes, yes, I know.

I worry you're going

to exhaust yourself, Otto.

Well, Mrs. J's coffee
keeps me alive,

if it doesn't actually
kill me first.

Oh!

I, uh...

I shall be late tonight.

I hate that thing.

Just insurance.

Best be prepared.

Your fiancée has
more money than sense.

Well, I wonder if this
NHS of theirs runs to vases.

You gave me
a fright, Maureen.

Getting ill like that.

I'm sorry.

All, uh...

Ship-shape?

I'm having a word
with your father if not, dear.

She can be
such a silly thing.

Father's not a flower man,
is he, Mo?

Says all that money
going to waste

after a few days.

(fading out):
And a police inspector's salary is hardly paid in...

The next thing I knew,

a fireman was pulling me
from the wreckage.

My sister, my father,
dear Ma, gone.

Like that.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Hitler.

A V2!

Really?

The whole street, gone.

So who took you in?

Well, I was evacuated
to darkest Somerset.

The people had a pub
in Crewkerne.

So are they coming?

To your wedding,
silly?

Leave the poor girl alone,
Lily, dearest.

Crewkerne is a frightful way
away, isn't it?

But what about friends?

Who is coming?

You are.

You're my friends.

And the other nurses.

Now ladies, I have booked
a table for some lunch,

and time is...

(sighs)

My treat, Lily, dearest.

You do look

completely ravishing.

Well, it's all thanks to you
and Mr. Powell.

That'll be last night's dinner.

Richard really went to town.

Please don't think
badly of me.

I knew there was
something fishy going on!

You won't be the first nurse
to go up the aisle expecting.

He said he'd be careful.

He's a gynecologist.

That hardly makes him
an expert!

Lily, that really
is too much.

LILY:
Silly me.

I think I'm just
happy for you.

Mrs. Powell, I'm so sorry.

But does Richard
actually know, Jean?

Why else do you think
he's marrying me?

Nurse Wilson.

Sir.

You have been warned

to be cautious
around doctors.

Mr. Powell,
whatever you may think,

what I found myself
involved in last night

was not only illegal...

Forget it.

It never happened.

That patient
had made a mistake.

I can help.

The law...

Makes miserable lives

and miserable women,
whoever they are.

As easy as that?

I didn't say it was easy,
but it's what I believe.

Look, at least take
the money you earned.

Dr. Enderbury is never
at his best agitated.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Powell.

LILY:
Dearest, we are very early.

ENDERBURY:
Well, it's the early bird.

Mission, by the way,
accomplished.

Gosh, darling,
can we really afford it?

(sighs)

You're the tops,
Mrs. Enderbury.

We are from
Scotland Yard

and we are arresting you!

Ta-da!

The house does look
lovely, Mrs. J.

Lily, dear.

Elizabeth!

Mummy, look what
Uncle Charles gave me!

It's a Scalextric set!

When a chap is eight,

it is what every chap
has to have.

Remember, not a word
about Jean.

Oh, I'm not at all
good at lying.

ENDERBURY:
Yahoo!

Charlie's a grown man!

He's a wonderful
godfather.

And you are a saint,

throwing a do
for Richard and Jean.

But you are a saint,
aren't you?

Oh, I rather doubt it,
honestly.

(doorbell ringing)

Well, there is,
I'm happy to report,

nothing amiss
with Mrs. Baring.

You see, darling?

As I said, it's just
a matter of time.

Your wife is virgo intacta.

Super!

The National Health Service.

For the newlywed.

(rock music playing)

* She comes on like a rose

* But everybody knows

* She'll get you in Dutch

* You can look,
but you better not touch... *

Bed, dearest. Now.

Why, Mommy?

School tomorrow,
for starters,

and for seconds,

some things are
for grown-ups.

Come on, Thomas,

let's have
no shilly-shallying.

He's shooting up.

Oh, dear, am I making
an absolute nit of myself?

Not at all,
it's marvelous!

* Poison ivy, poison ivy

* Late at night,
while you're sleeping *

* Poison ivy
comes a-creepin'... *

Thursday, yeah...

Hello again.

Can I, uh...

...give you a lift?

I'm happy on the bus,
thank you.

Bugger this.

Look, there's a Lyon's
Corner House

at Baker Street.

We wouldn't be breaking any laws
having tea, would we?

Or a drink?

I don't.

Me neither.

So back to plan A?

For one thing, Mr. Powell,
you're married and...

Maybe you're
a married woman,

or at least an engaged one.

Happily?

My happiness has got absolutely
nothing to do with you.

All right, we've got off
on the wrong foot.

Again.

I'm just trying to do
the right thing

and stay out of any more
trouble.

Trouble chooses us,
not the other way round.

In my experience.

Mrs. J.

Darling!

Sorry, sorry.

My list today was
never-ending.

I'm sure all your ladies
will be most grateful.

Nice to see you.

On your marks...

Get set...

That's cheating!

(laughing)

Are you being beastly
to my husband,

Dr. Truscott?

Course I am.

It's a crime you left
the NHS, Mrs. Enderbury.

You used to look an absolute fox
in that uniform.

(laughing)

Oh, come and dance with me,

Charlie, darling.

Darling!

Oops, Lily, dearest.

I'm absolutely
okey-dokey.

Well, I for one,

quite probably alone,
am getting another drink.

I'll sit down.

I'll get you some water.

Miss Mulligan?

What on earth
are you doing here?

You should be in hospital.

Where are you going?

You've just had
a serious operation.

No, I'm... I'm all right.

I'm calling for an ambulance.

No, no, I can't go ahead
with this wedding, Nurse.

You're supposed to love
your husband, aren't you?

Aren't you?

OTTO:
Richard, we all know for a fact there isn't a chap

that doesn't envy you bagging
the delicious Jean.

And Jean.

I can only say Elizabeth and I

are honored to be
giving you away.

To Saturday,
ladies and gentlemen.

To doctors and nurses!

To marriage.

ALL:
To marriage!

That was a very tricky
procedure yesterday.

Yes, and you made me look
a right Charlie, boss.

No time for business,
gentlemen.

We are so lucky.

That's right.

I'm not entirely sure
what we'd all do

without
Mr. and Mrs. Powell.

Cheerio.

I'm sorry,
he's a bit...

That new girl.

The one you
palmed us off with.

What do you know about her?

Why?

She all right?

Oh, yes, excellent.

Not a patch on you, Jean.

You'll be wasted
in the kitchen.

Don't go.

Please?

Sister, five minutes?

You need to get
some sleep.

POWELL:
Charlie?

Gave Thomas a Scalextric.

I bought it as much for me,
I think.

That nurse yesterday,
for the procedure...

Did you have a word?

Mm-hmm.

I suppose I'm a bit jumpy
about tomorrow.

I don't know
what it'll be like

striking out on my own.

3,000 pounds a year

will certainly oil
the wheels, won't it?

You give us what-for
at the board tomorrow morning

and you'll have
the chair of anaesthetics

before you know it.

I need this job, Otto.

I really do.

You'll be there
tomorrow?

Charlie.

You're always so sure things
will work out, aren't you?

Because they do.

For you, Otto.

And you, old man.

Plain sailing.

If no one rocks the boat.

Boss, Mrs. Boss,
really super do.

Can't thank you enough.

Oh, come on, Jeanie,
let's get you home.

Let's hope the roads
are empty.

God, I hope they don't end up
wrapped around a lamp post.

I'm going up.

Good night.

Good night, one and all.

Oh, you go up too,
Mrs. Powell.

I'll finish up here.

Mrs. Powell?

Really, it's quite
all right.

Oh, and thank you, Mrs. J.

JEAN:
I know it's silly, but ...

Mmm?

I'm quite nervous
about Saturday.

Well, then, don't be.

Come on, let's go up
to your room.

The house is full of nurses.

You'll get distracted.

An atom bomb
couldn't distract me.

Anyway, what's
so secret in there?

I'm worried
it'll harm baby.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

Darling, you do...?

What, Nurse?

Love me?

Well, I'm marrying you,
aren't I?

Of course I do.

I love every...
tiny... inch of you.

Now run along

before I take the law
into my own hands.

Go on.

(door opens)

ANGELA:
Jeanie?

Jeanie, what on earth's
the matter?

All I wanted for years
was to be married.

To get away from here.

Well, on Saturday...

Have you ever wanted
something so much

you forget to think about
where it might end up?

No, you're too
level headed for that.

I ran away and married Joe.

A sailor, for God's sake!

I do love Richard.

Oh, Jeanie...

You are going
to be happy.

It's just nerves, I'm sure.

We should get some sleep.

Do you think Richard
would go through with this

if he saw Dad
for half a second?

I'm pooped.

Ange, I'd love you
at the wedding.

Honestly.

But I couldn't keep all this up
if you were.

When Mom died, I decided.

I'm not going
to get left behind.

Nurse Wilson,
a word, please.

That nurse. Wilson.

She's just been called
into Vosper's office.

And?

Lovely morning.

Are you all right,
Dr. Enderbury?

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Otto, Otto,
can I have a word?

Sister tells me that
you rescued a young woman

who'd discharged herself

and then spent
half the night on the ward

calming her down.

Well done.

Thank you, ma'am.

You won't survive
a week here

if you worry about
every unhappy woman.

Our job is to change dressings
and to fulfill prescriptions.

Don't go getting delusions
about changing people's lives,

Nurse Wilson.

You may go.

Thank you, Matron.

Prolapse, gentlemen,
and its grizzly consequences.

Nine little Brownes!

Time to say no,
Mrs. Browne.

Or is Mr. Browne
simply too persuasive?

Come on in, folks,
everybody gather round.

Right-o, let's have a look,
shall we?

Not for the faint-hearted,
I'll warn you...

Maureen?

Miss Mulligan?

(crying)

Maureen?

What are you doing
in there?

I'm all right.

Sister's going to have
your guts for garters, Wilson.

Have you got a ha'penny?

What?

Have you gone mad?

Okay, sh, sh...

It's okay, come on.

No, I can't, I can't.

I can't go through
with the wedding.

Please, Miss.

Please just tell them
I'm sorry.

What do you mean?

They're coming here today
to take me away

just because I'm better.

Who is?

My mother and my father.

I can't.

I can't, I can't,
I can't...

Right, can you tell Sister
you couldn't find me?

That way I'll get it
in the neck, not you, okay?

And you, Maureen, you go
straight back to bed.

We're going to sort this out
once and for all, okay?

You take her.

TRUSCOTT:
Very good, gold star for observation, Symonds.

(footsteps approaching)

Excuse me, am I at the right
place for the board?

Mehta.

How do you do?

Enderbury.

Sorry, you are...?

You are...?

Oh, I'm just a humble candidate
for the chair of anaesthetics.

You on the panel?

Uh, no.

No.

Always jumping
to conclusions.

(laughs):
Yeah.

Dr. Enderbury, please.

Mr. Powell?

Mr. Powell,
I've been looking.

I need you.

Dr. Enderbury?

Well, I'm supposed to be
grilling these gentlemen.

Mr. Powell...

Maureen Mulligan,
the, uh, ovarian cyst.

She's being transferred
to a private nursing home today.

I'm worried that
she'll harm herself.

The psychiatry department
is that way.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I do need to appoint
a new chair of anaesthetics.

Mr. Powell...

What I witnessed you doing...

If I went to the authorities,
the police...

(sniggering)

Why are you laughing,
Mr. Powell?

Come along, let's see
what we can do, shall we?

(buzzer)

Well, you can dry your eyes,
young lady,

because I am happy
to see you moved today.

Thank you so much for sending
Nurse Wilson to fetch me.

Do you mind?

Dr. Truscott, gentlemen,
good morning.

Miss Mulligan.

Do you mind, old man?

Let's have a look,
shall we?

Sister, I don't want
Miss Mulligan moved anywhere

for at least 48 hours.

Yes, Mr. Powell.

TRUSCOTT:
Miss Mulligan is

my patient, Mr. Powell.

She's perfectly fit
to be moved.

Not in my opinion.

Sister?

Miss Mulligan can be
transferred to a nursing home.

She's fit for that.

Will you excuse me?

For crying out loud!

NEVILLE:
Dr. Truscott, please!

WOMAN:
Ronald, dear?

Oh!

The incomparable
Nurse Wilson.

Were you laughing at me?

You were absolutely terrifying.

Well, thank you
for what you did.

Well, I certainly
infuriated Dr. Truscott,

which in itself was worth
the price of admission.

I wonder if you might reconsider
my invitation to tea?

Nurse, please...

Look, I'm obviously
two left hands

at this sort of thing, but...

You doctors have
a frightful reputation.

I'm already
in enough trouble

without being late
back on the ward.

Did you knock them
for six?

Where were you?

MAN:
Dr. Mehta, please.

Well, it was nice
to have met you all.

Good show.
Adieu.

I'm sure you did
your best, old man.

(Thomas imitating airplane)

ANGELA:
You'll be safe here.

What's going to happen

when my father finds out
I've gone missing?

We'll cross that bridge
when we get to it.

You can't marry a man
you don't love.

Now, you need
to get some rest.

Have you ever thought
of getting married?

I am married.

But Joe disappeared.

So now I'm here, keeping Dad
out of embarrassing himself.

Now you need to drink your tea
and get some rest.

Shall I take it?

Careful with the veil.

(phone ringing)

The Powell residence.

It's Dr. Enderbury,
Mr. Powell.

Right-o.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me, Mrs. J.

Charlie?

CHARLIE:
You let me down.

Oh, relax, please.

You owe me!

Well, it's probably
for the best.

What, that Mehta got the job?!

Charlie...

This is not the time.

Remember Cyprus, Otto?

Otto?

(dial tone)

Elizabeth helped me buy it.

With you getting
promoted,

I thought we could afford it.

Whatever's the matter?

You look wonderful.

Mommy, did you have
a dress like that

when you married Daddy?

(groans)

Thomas, dear, please, will you
check the cars are here?

(cries out)

Now, darling.

Please.

(gasping)

I'll fetch Otto.

(bells ringing)

Mother dearest!

Richard.

Well...

POWELL:
It's gone, I'm afraid, Jean.

We need to get you
to a hospital, do a D&C.

I'll call an ambulance.

I'm so sorry.

Otto...

I want to go ahead
with the wedding.

You should be
in a hospital.

Mr. Powell, please, I...

It's out of the question.

I'll never have a chance
like this again.

Please, Mr. Powell?

Elizabeth?

Do it, Otto.

Help her.

Jeanie! Jeanie!

Jeanie's gone.

And I need your help.

Mo?

It's all right.

Dad, this is Mo.

Now, I'll be back
in a little while.

Will you show Mo
the ropes, okay?

Where are you going?

To see Jeanie, Dad.

But listen,
Mo's not feeling 100%.

Can you look
after her for me?

So...?

Divide and conquer?

(bells ringing)

You can do this, Jeanie.

Thank you, Otto.

You are a remarkable woman.

PRIEST:
Do you, Richard Arnold Truscott,

take this woman to be
your lawfully wedded wife?

To have and to hold,
in sickness and in health,

for as long as you both
may live?

TRUSCOTT:
I do.

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