All language subtitles for Breathless s01e03.eng

When you move in
right up close to me

That's when I get the shakes
all over me

Quivers down the back bone

I got the shakes
down the knee bones

Having tremors
in the thigh bone

MAN:
Hello, darling.

WOMAN:
Hello, handsome.

(knocks)

(trumpet playing)

Mr. Powell?

Come in.

Thank you.

Take five, Ernie, please.

Yeah, five bob a week,
but they're lovely boys.

So...

Here we are, then.

This is my niece,

our Megan Grieves
and this is...

I'm Otto.

May I call you Megan?

So, when do you think
you conceived?

Do you mind?

Thank you.

(sharp exhale)

(moans)

Sh, it's okay.

(indistinct chatter
and laughter)

Thanks, darling.

Nothing so headless
as a young girl

coming to London
for the first time.

Don't you count it?

(footsteps approaching)

Right.

I need to get our young friend
to a hospital.

Hospital?

Jean, I'd like you
with Megan.

Where's your telephone?

Hospital?!

We might as well advertise
why we're here.

Some idiot gave her
a chemical douche.

That girl has nasty
internal burns,

I wouldn't be surprised
if she was septic.

Otto, please.

Charlie, go home.

I don't want Kathleen
to come to hospital.

Then she won't.

Please don't leave me.

I promise you.

Have you had a baby, miss?

No.

No, I haven't.

But you are married?

Hello, you all right?

Sure?

Richie Truscott.

Years go by and then suddenly
you're everywhere.

Margaret?

What an amazing surprise.

Can I get you a...

...drink.

Well, if the walls
could talk...

There'd barely be a marriage
left in London.

(chuckles)

I don't like singles
hovering at the bar.

Can give the
wrong impression.

Surely old friends
get special treatment.

None that I can think of.

Besides, old friends
don't just vanish, do they?

What about your wife?

I don't have a...

Oh come on, Richie.

You're a doctor.

You're bound to have bagged
yourself a pretty little nurse?

Babies?

I do have a nurse at home.

No babies.

And a terrible desire
to undress you.

Chin, chin.

Jeanie?

Is everything all right?

I left Richard a note saying
I'd gone to the theatre.

Perhaps this isn't for you
after the miscarriage?

Go home.

I can handle this.

And leave you without
a nurse carrying the can?

(whispering):
Sleep tight.

Well, good night,
Mrs. Powell.

Good night, Mrs. J.

We have a friend.

They should bloody well
arrest the aunt.

Let me sort this.

No, I'm not running away.

Never run away.

All right, all right...

POLICEMAN:
So what time was the ambulance called?

Sir?

Thank you for your help.

Excuse me, sir?

This gentleman was passing,

he enquired whether there
was anything he could do.

Thank you, very good.

If you'll excuse me,

my patient's in the back
of that ambulance.

Right, good night then.

Hope it all works out.

Thank you.

But I need your name, sir.

Powell.

(engine starts)

(siren blaring)

How old are you now,
Richie?

30.

I'm old enough
to be your mother.

Well, I'd really rather
not have her in my mind

if you don't mind?

(chuckles)

Ow...

Nearly there.

It hurts.

Sh, sh...

I have to go now.

Please, please don't leave me.

All right.

(phone rings)

North Wing One?

WOMAN (on phone):
Casualty admissions here, we have a young woman.

Emergency admission,
sister, I'll go.

Megan Grieves.

Possible pelvic infection
and vaginal bleeding

after a potassium
permanganate douche.

Thank you.

I'm Nurse Wilson.

We'll get you something
for the pain.

POWELL:
Consulting room, Nurse.

Prep an irrigation
if you'd be so kind.

Thank you.

Sorry, coming here
was not part of the plan.

I'd forgotten how much
I missed it.

Yes, well make yourself scarce
before someone starts

asking questions.

Oh, how did you enjoy
the theatre?

Always get your lies straight,
Mrs. Truscott.

(door opens and closes)

Charlie, dear?

We had a late list in theatre.

(sighs)

You are the worst
possible liar.

Why do you do it?

I tell you what:
I am famished.

You and Otto will be struck off.

And in prison.

Seriously.

Lily, please!

No, you, please!

Stop!

We need the money.

I could go back to work,
at least until...

Don't be ridiculous.

You are my wife!

Besides, Lil,
if Otto and I don't do it,

heaven help
those poor girls.

"If Otto", "if Otto."

What about you, Charlie?

What about us?

(noise at the door)

I thought you'd
be fast asleep.

I was worried.

Where have you been,
darling?

That junior consultants
dinner, remember?

You know how
these things drag on.

How about you?

Oh... the theatre.

Something jolly, I hope.

Yes.

Very.

Jolly and long, darling.

It is rather late.

Working nights?

Sir.

I'll make sure sister
gets those in the morning.

You have an odd habit
of running away from me

whenever I approach.

It could be that
whenever you approach,

I have somewhere else
I really ought to be.

You and Jean--
Mrs. Truscott--

know each other?

Yes, we worked together.

Briefly.

But I was surprised
to see her here

with one of
your patients, sir.

(whispering):
The Police are here to see you, sir.

Very good.

For you.

POLICEMAN:
In here, sir.

Thank you.

Smoke?

Constable Weir here has it

that you summoned
an ambulance to...

19 Lexington Mews, yes.

Why, Mr. Powell?

That's entirely between
me and my patient.

(chuckles)

I'm sorry.

Detective Inspector Thompson.

Zealotry in the young
can be tiresome,

but traon the streets

and he reports
what he sees.

For e.g., you carrying
medical gas bottles

from the premises.

I'm not in the habit
of abandoning

expensive equipment.

You are aware
of Sections 58 and 59

of the Offenses against
the Persons Act?

Again, what transpires
between my patients and I

is confidential by law.

And by law, it is illegal
to terminate...

I will give you this:

the young woman, my patient,
is out of danger now.

Oh, and her unborn baby
is also well.

Good evening.

(ringing noise)

(indistinct chatter)

Everything okay, Mrs. J?

Yes, it's just the laundry,
Mrs. Powell.

POWELL:
Now, I once knew a chap

who was doing this when he had
the most almighty desire

to sneeze.

ELIZABETH:
Time for school, Thomas, darling.

Yeah, I haven't
seen the chap!

Pretty sure he ran away
to join the circus.

What have you been doing?

Daddy's been teaching me.

Well, I have
a brand new idea.

Thomas, why don't you
stay with mommy?

You too, Otto.

Well, this chap has school,
you have a bridge morning

and I have half a million
patients.

That bus won't wait,
Master Powell.

Otto, I...

Elizabeth,
are you all right?

It's difficult, this.

Yes, it is sometimes,
isn't it?

You haven't
forgotten tonight?

No excuses, Otto.

Jean and Richard
are taking us out.

Don't be late.

Cold! Cold!

I saw your parents yesterday
at the hospital.

Why not just let them know
you're all right?

No, he'll...

he'll show up here soon enough.

He's a Police Inspector.

They're good at finding people.

When should we go
to the station?

We're not going anywhere, dad.

What about your mother?

No, you don't know
what father's like.

Ever since my brother Stewart
drowned, he...

Yeah.

It did him in, you know?

(sighs)

Anyway, besides, I can look
after you, can't I Monty?

And I look after her.

I can.

Well, that's all right then.

WOMAN:
Miss Fairfax, please.

The GP said to pop in,
so here I am.

TRUSCOTT:
Now, Miss ...

Fairfax?

Yes.

What seems to be the problem?

What can you feel?

Is this what they mean by giving
your body to science?

Diagnosis, gentlemen?

MRS. TRUSCOTT:
Why didn't you call trumps?

Just call trumps.

I didn't think I'd need to.

I think sandwiches might
be preferable

to blood on the carpet,
don't you?

Always call trumps, dear.

And please, in future,
don't think.

(whispering):
Elizabeth, I wonder if I might have a little word?

Was Otto terribly late
last night?

He's usually...

Charlie was in the most...
well, you know how he is.

Ah, Mrs. J, you saint.

Oh, they do look smashing.

One day, the Police...

Lily, please, let's not always
expect the worst.

You received Miss Grieves
last night?

Admitted for...?

Inflammation, burning.

An attempted termination
with potassium.

Yes.

And is the subject
of a police enquiry.

Who brought her here?

Matron?

She came in an ambulance.

Oh, for pity's sake, child.

I don't know who you're trying
to protect.

A woman I did not know
came with her.

And Mr. Powell.

Off you go.

Thank you, Mrs. J.

(phone ringing)

MULLIGAN (on phone):
Chief Inspector Mulligan here.

No damage done,
I'm pleased to report.

But that stuff is neither
effective nor recommended.

Aunt Kathleen panicked.

Well, you're clearly
feeling better.

Do you still want
to go through with it?

No.

The moment he's born, I'm going
to strap him to my back

and we'll go to Provence
in France and paint.

What about the baby's father?

I haven't the foggiest idea
where I'd find him.

I've shocked you.

Haven't you ever done anything
simply out of desire?

Are you one of those blokes
who has it all in control?

Well, I...
I wouldn't say that.

Oh, yes?

Everything thought through and
planned before you do anything.

(chuckles)

Mr. Powell?

Everything okay, sir?

Yes, uh...

I'm just trying to work out
what to say or do now

without thinking it through
or planning it.

What are you talking about?

It's impossible.

Mr. Powell, I was interrogated
coming on shift about...

The Police are involved.

So I keep hearing.

And the nurse involved,
I wouldn't want...

Well, as an ex-colleague
I wouldn't want anything bad

to happen to her.

Jean is a friend.

I won't let anything bad
happen to her.

Trust me.

TRUSCOTT:
To Mr. and Mrs. Boss!

Thank you.

For getting us two down
the aisle like you did.

Well, this place isn't nearly
as depraved as the papers

cut it out to be.

(chuckling):
You sound disappointed.

Richie!

Jeanie's taken to going
to the theatre.

What was it you saw again
last night, darling?

POWELL:
The reviews from My Fair Lady aren't all true, are they?

It was great, actually.

Dr. Truscott.

Margaret!

What a pleasure.

Otto Powell.

Hello.

My wife Elizabeth.

Hello.

And you must be
Mrs. Richard Truscott?

It's a pleasure.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I've knowfor years,

haven't I, darling?

I'll find out what chef
likes best tonight, shall I?

Shall we dance?

(band playing)

What's Richard playing at?

He's playing at hurting you,
Jeanie, dear.

He's hurt, now he's going
to hurt you back.

Dad's having a sleep.

The last thing I want
is him waking up.

Maureen, would you mind?

That's a lovely scarf.

Mo, please.

If this is a lecture
coming, Ange,

I can really think
of places I'd rather be.

I just want to know why.

Sounds very much like
a lecture, Ange.

The Police are onto it.

Nothing happened,
all right?

Jeanie, please.

I used to help Mr. Powell
and Dr. Enderbury.

When I stopped, I suggested you
so you could make a few quid.

But then you,
all holier than thou,

refused to take their money
and now you seem

frightfully worried
that I did help them.

I didn't do it often,
if that's what you're thinking.

You don't need the money.

Jeanie, are you all right?

Right as rain.

Never better.

Mom used to do that.

What?

You know.

"Right as rain,
never better."

I don't know what's going on.

I really don't.

Richard didn't come back
last night.

What do you mean?

Just that.

We were out
with Mr. and Mrs. Powell

and then suddenly
he said he had an emergency

and he had to go.

There probably was
an emergency at the hospital.

I'm just imagining things.

I'm playing bridge now, Ange.

Tomorrow, Mr. and Mrs. Truscott
are taking us to the races

at Newbury.

Next thing I know,

I'll be buried
in the family cemetery.

What?

I just wanted to warn you,
that's all.

There was no emergency, Jeanie.

I was working nights.

Richard didn't come
to the hospital.

What are you going to do?

Hey.

Time to get back
to the real world.

Can you do this up for me,
darling?

Thank you.

You know, you are
everything I remember.

A little storm damaged?

God no!

More beautiful.

More ravishing.

What the hell are you doing?

Making love to you.

No, I mean last night.

Bringing them all
to the restaurant?

Hm, Richard?

Do not make the mistake
of thinking you can play

with me or her.

We will tear you to shreds.

(giggles)

I mean it, Richard!

I think we can release
Mrs. Palmer, don't you?

You shall miss the food,
and we shall miss you.

(chuckles)

I'm sorry, I've...

I've changed my mind
about the operation.

Miss Fairfax,
this is Mr. Powell.

(sniffling):
I can't... go ahead.

Madam, you should not be wasting
the consultant's time.

Sorry, I'm fine,
I just...

I just don't want
to be a bother.

Chaps, tell you what,
why don't you go and write up

exactly what we've decided
to do with Mrs. Palmer?

Three minutes, gentlemen.

The op?

The general?

Look, you can
of course leave us,

but I'd be much happier
if we made sure that polyp

was nothing nastier,
wouldn't you?

We are all often frightened,

but sometimes we have to face
what frightens us.

And most usually
we get through.

It's all right.

Come on.

You promise,
Dr. Enderbury.

You return the money they gave

and you aren't guilty
of anything.

Dr. Enderbury?

Actually, I was looking
for a patient.

That's handy.

I have 22 of them.

No, a Megan...

Grieves?

She's just a friend
of a friend.

She left with her aunt
five minutes ago.

Gosh, that is impressive.

I remember you.

You were at the house.

Would you please give this
back to your aunt?

You give it to her yourself.

This is for you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You gave me money to perform
a procedure on--

I did no such thing.

Come on Megan, love.

It's the truth.

Not as I remember it.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry
to have kept you.

I've questioned everyone
who was on duty that night,

and as yet,
I could find no one

who appears to be involved
in the attempted termination.

Thank you for coming,
Chief Inspector.

Can I get you...?

Well, to come to the point.

I telephoned and asked you
to meet me because I have

told Mr. Powell, Otto,
exactly what is happening.

He was shocked, naturally,
but clear that he...

we have nothing to hide.

So I telephoned you
and asked you to meet

to tell you to get
out of our life.

It's outrageous
what you've done.

Creeping into our home,
threatening...

Oh.

You see, I do have photographs
of the scene in Cyprus.

And your statements.

All the evidence
to destroy your lives.

Forensic science wasn't
cutting edge back then

and I only let
the matter rest

because of
available resources.

Faced, as we were,
with policing a complicated

and troubled island,
a second rate doctor

like Otto Powell with
an affection for the bottle

was not our first priority.

Seeing him now still, at best,
contemptuous of the Law, well...

Hideous.

It's over for him, and you.

Over.

Please!

Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector, please.

Please, all I'm trying to do,

all I've ever tried to do,
is protect...

Thomas?

We do everything
to protect our...

But anything
can happen to them

when they're out
of our sight.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I want you.

And all that Powell has.

I can't help myself.

Such a to do
yesterday morning, hm?

The police are interested

in the provenance
of one our patients.

A girl who had attempted
an abortion.

They were asking questions,
looking under every stone,

quite like a thriller.

Otto?

Charlie...

They cannot arrest you

for helping somebody
into an ambulance, can they?

Get a grip.

Old man?

(door opens)

Jeanie, darling?

Oh come on, Jeanie,

mom and dad are about to arrive,
we're going to the races.

I'm not coming.

I don't think I feel like it.

Don't be daft,
they'll be here in a minute.

I do mean it, Jeanie.

Tell me the truth.

Come on old girl,
you know you're the tops.

Thanks for that,

but try, just for once,
to tell me the truth.

I love you,
I'm certain of it.

That's the whole truth.

And?

"And?"

Her?

Margaret?

It was a long time ago.

You had lipstick
on your collar, Richard.

Did I?

Do not take me
for an idiot!

I might just be a nurse

and not from somewhere
all hoity-toity,

but I will not be made a fool!

You threw a plate.

You threw a plate.

(door buzzer)

Oh, bugger.

Jeannie...

I'll be no time at all.

But I mean it, Richard.

DIANA:
Sister?

I am leaving Nurse Wilson
with you to make sure

that you don't run off
and fly in your airplane

back to Trinidad without me.

(chuckles)

Thank you, Sister.

Stay with me, please, nurse.

ENDERBURY:
Miss Fairfax?

Counting down from ten.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven...

POWELL:
Right, gentlemen.

This is a standard polyp removal
and B and C.

I will follow it with a
dilatation and then curettage.

It should take no more
than ten minutes.

Miss Fairfax has had
occasional bleeding

between periods.

POWELL:
Could you ask yourselves what histology

I will be requesting
of the laboratory?

There we are.

Let's move on to the D and C.

Five more minutes please,
Dr. Enderbury.

Dr. Enderbury?

I'm sorry?

Yes, yes, of course.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Good afternoon Missus,
may I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for my son,
Thomas Powell?

It's only 2:30,
Mrs. Powell.

Yes, of course it is.

It's just, well, I...

I want him home, you see.

Run along Lower Nine,
please gentlemen, chop chop.

Powell, yes, right-o.

He should be on the playing
fields.

So kind.

But Mrs. Powell?

Mrs. Powell!

BOY:
Catch it!

MAN:
Catch it, Symonds!

Stop playing.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Thomas Powell!

Tommy?

Tommy?

Tommy, darling!

Tommy!

Powell, is that
your mother?

Tommy!

Tommy!

Tommy!

Tommy, darling!

Yes...

Tommy!

POWELL:
There we are.

Thank you, theatre.

Dr. Enderbury?

Her BP is dropping.

It's 70 over 50, Mr. Powell.

(breathing rapidly)

POWELL:
Can I help, Charlie?

Cardiac arrest!

POWELL:
Thank you.

Charlie...

Charlie!

Thank you, theatre.

Sister, would you be so kind
as to ask my house surgeon

to contact the coroner's
office, thank you.

WOMAN:
Of course.

THOMAS:
Can we go home, please?

BOY:
Look, there's Tommy with his mum!

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I thought you had a match,
I wanted to...

Please start the car.

Please!

I think Mrs. J might
just have a treat for you.

ENDERBURY:
I don't know what happened, I really don't.

MEHTA:
Please, Dr. Enderbury, go home.

I will inspect
the machinery.

There will be an enquiry.

You can do no more.

POWELL:
It could have been something undetected.

We'll find out
with the post mortem.

I encouraged her,
against her fear.

I should be back
to the ward, Mr. Powell.

Life is an easy thing to lose.

And to waste.

Dearest.

Good day?

You?

Super, actually.

I think I may have
killed a patient.

That Inspector came.

Again.

He asked me
to give you this.

He said you would prefer it
if Mr. Powell knew nothing.

Yes.

It's a silly business,
really.

I...

Please, Mrs. J.

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