All language subtitles for Breathless s01e04.eng

Ah-hah.

Traded four wheels for two,
I see, Dr. Enderbury.

Actually...

(inhales sharply)

Morris is at
the garage again.

Reliable simplicity, hm?

Quite enjoyable,
I thought.

Have you had to cycle far?

No.

Must be going on
nine miles, I suppose.

(birds chirping)

(telephone ringing)

Powell residence.

Hello, please may I speak
with Mrs. Powell?

It's Mrs. Truscott.

Mrs. Powell's
just stepped out.

Please be so kind as
to inform Mrs. Powell

I telephoned to invite
Mr. and Mrs. Powell

to dine here on Friday?

Yes, I'll be sure
to give her the message.

Goodbye.

Good morning, Doctor.

Just, you know, checking the
equipment before the meeting.

Between us, eh?

DR. POWELL:
I'd removed the polyp and completed the dilatation

and curettage
when Dr. Enderbury alerted me

that Miss Fairfax's
cardiac rhythm was erratic.

She arrested moments after.

This procedure,
Mr. Powell,

had lasted how long,
do you estimate?

20 minutes.

What are you suggesting,
Professor?

A simple matter of timing
on Dr. Enderbury's part.

We can all make mistakes.

Although I would gladly entrust
my life to Charlie Enderbury.

He's been my colleague
for 15 years.

A procedural error,
though understandable,

but catastrophic.

If there was any error,
it was mine.

That is not what I'm suggesting.

I know exactly
what you're suggesting.

Lily?

What are you doing here?

Oh, nothing.

Actually, it's this sad
Miss Fairfax enquiry thingy.

Dr. Enderbury takes these
things very seriously.

Well, that's what I see.

I expect he's
the unflinching doctor

around this neck of the woods.

So no patter
of tiny feet yet, then?

Oh gosh, no.

Last thing Dr. Enderbury needs
is me moaning and swelling up.

And how is he?

Not working too hard?

You know what they're like.

With Mr. Powell, I mean.

Oh, my husband is very much
his own man, Matron.

You'll find him
in the conference room.

They certainly
took their time.

No, honestly.

It's rare we get
in the room together.

Lily.

I was doing my errands
and thought I'd pop in.

Oh, and Mr. and Mrs.
Truscott wondered

if we were free
for supper Friday evening.

Well, one thing
at a time, Lily.

Lily, you look enchanting
this morning.

Don't you think, Charlie?

And really,
you shouldn't have come.

No, you are right.

I wanted you to know
just how much I love you.

Dr. Enderbury.

If you don't mind.

DR. ENDERBURY:
And naturally, after the tragedy

I checked both the equipment
and our procedures.

And again this morning
you checked the equipment,

a little birdie told me, no?

So if we rule out a technical
malfunction, we are left with--

as Mr. Powell suggested--
a human error.

Or a pulmonary embolism
or some other natural cause.

Were you under
any undue anxiety?

Mehta?

Rumor has it that Dr. Enderbury
had been assisting Mr. Powell

with a private patient.

No.

The very night before the
unfortunate Miss Fairfax

had passed away.

And Matron Vosper tells me

that the police
had mentioned...

Oh that, yes.

The emergency admission.

It wasn't here, though.

So where?

At a house.

But nothing happened.

Can I ask what private procedure
required an anesthetist

at night
at a private residence?

(birds chirping)

I have never seen
anything as beautiful.

I didn't ask you into my life,
did I, Mrs. Powell?

But I never expected...

the things...

No!

Inspector.

Not like this.

I will tell you when and where.

Now get out of the car.

Right.

Yes, Sister?

I have a job for you.

Leaving at dawn.

Mr. Powell needs a nurse
to assist him

with a multiple delivery
in Dorset

and he asked for you
specifically.

Now, if I was you, I'd forget
I ever even told you

and go home and get
a good night's sleep.

You hear me?

I do.

Mm-hmm, and?

I've forgotten you ever told me.

(chuckles)

(door opens)

Elizabeth, what are you doing
sitting in the dark?

I suppose I was lost in thought
and the sunset.

Busy day?

Mrs. J. left you something.

Good night, Otto.

I'm off in the morning.

I'll be away
for the night.

Just here, please.

Keep the change.

(doorbell rings)

Morning.

What do you want, Richie?

It's the middle
of the night for me.

You look rough, darling.

I've been up all night.

It was an emergency.

Treating a patient
that was desperately ill.

It made me want you.

(laughs)

Christ, how romantic.

I've realized I love you.

You don't have
to love me, you know.

I swear I do.

Look.

Listen.

What happens here has got
nothing to do with love,

all right?

You save that love
for your beautiful Jean, Richie.

What happens here...

...is simply to do
with pleasure.

Do you understand?

Mr. Powell.

Good morning, sir.

The rumor has it
you're off to Dorset

for a multiple delivery
with preeclampsia.

I would give my left leg
to witness you at work

and if I could be
of any use, I...

Sorry, one day
I will be Dr. Cohen,

but right now I'm more
comfortable with Sam.

Sam, I'm afraid I really...

I actually cannot think
of an excuse not to take you.

I will be indispensable.

Right.

Rather against
my better judgment, I--

SAM:
Hello, nurse.

Oh.

Cohen.

But I am...

He is more comfortable as Sam,

and he is indispensable,
Nurse Wilson.

Is he, Mr. Powell?

Well, I certainly hope
I'm not the gooseberry.

Mrs. Powell?

I'm not late?

Heavens, no.

But do let's keep
our voices down.

Thomas is still asleep.

Mr. Powell announced
late last night

he'd been summoned
on a mercy mission,

so I thought this might be
a good few days

to introduce him
to your parents.

In Selsey.

A little holiday.

We talked about half term.

Sea air will clear
that nasty chest

he seems to have acquired,
don't you think?

MRS. J.:
But he has school.

ELIZABETH:
I'll telephone the secretary.

There's a coach
up to Victoria

and then I imagine a train
up to Chichester.

You could bring me
back some rock.

Truscott, have you seen
Otto anywhere, old man?

MEHTA:
Mr. Powell, I understand,

is in Dorset--
a multiple births

with complications.

Ah, that's right.

Completely slipped my mind.

No one to hold
your hand, Charlie?

The King is dead!

Long live the King!

DR. TRUSCOTT:
...with an unconscious girl for five minutes

without there being a...

Jeanie!

There you are.

I've been everywhere.

I wanted to tell you that we're
having the Friday evening do.

There's a good chap.

What are you doing here?

Seeing as you didn't
come home...

We were rushed off
our feet all night.

I thought it'd be better
if I came here

to tell you myself.

I've invited
Dr. and Mrs. Taj Mahal...

...the Powells,
Charlie and Lily.

I can do it.

I can.

And your mother and father.

Jeanie, you can't cook,
and my mother...

Lily's promised to help.

Well, rather more than help,
but that's not the point, is it?

I thought this was
what you wanted.

Anyway, everyone said
they'd be delighted.

8:00.

Don't be late.

You slept.

Short night.

Attention!

Hello-- Jackson.
You must be Powell.

We've cleared you a bed
at the nurse's cottage.

We're a team, Sister,
very modern.

And we have booked three rooms
at the Bull's Head.

Shall we visit
our patient?

JACKSON:
Ah, after you.

ELIZABETH:
Oh, don't you look every bit the brave soldier!

You'll have a marvelous time,
won't you?

Won't he?

(horn honking)

That'll be the taxi.

Now, Thomas, dear.

I want you to take
particular care of Mrs. J.

and not leave her on the train
or lose her at Victoria.

For heaven's sake, go.

MRS. J.:
Come on.

ELIZABETH:
Bye, darling.

Bye!

(birds chirping)

Preeclamptic toxemia,
Mr. Powell,

and three fetal hearts.

Thank you, Dr. Jackson.

Miss Deacon, sir.

Good morning,
young lady.

(clears throat)

Madam.

WOMAN:
...the doctoring services, Mr. Powell,

then I would rather stay
in the room, sir.

POWELL:
If you must, madam.

Now, Alice...

Yes, Chief Inspector Mulligan,
please.

MULLIGAN:
Chief Inspector Mulligan speaking.

ELIZABETH:
Hello, inspector.

You can come
to the house at 8:00.

And bring the statements
and the photographs, please.

I'll be there.

SAM:
What's your poison, sir?

Apple juice.

Ah.

Nurse Wilson?

Gin and tonic.

(sighs)

You don't need to say--

Oh, I think I do.

Have we really driven
for six hours

to deliver babies
that are going to be taken

from their mother the moment
they've opened their lungs?

No.

We've driven for six hours
to ensure

that neither Miss Deacon
or her babies come to any harm.

And it isn't just that.

What?

Why I asked you.

SAM:
I've gone over to the dark side

I'm afraid, Mr. Powell.

You know, that social worker
might have been sodding Gestapo.

We are medics.

Doesn't mean we can't stop
terrible things happening.

No, but it does mean
that our judgments are based

on things we can influence

rather than things
we might hope or feel.

That is so...

Cheers, anyway.

And thank you, sir,
for allowing me to join you

on what has become
a nightmare story

of babies being ripped
from their mother's bosom.

To moral certainty!

He didn't mean that,
did you Sam?

Yes and no?

However, at this
precise moment I am torn

between committing
professional suicide

or going to the toilet.

I didn't actually intend
to bring a chaperone.

He's sort of irresistible.

If you like puppies.

They have their place.

But I am exhausted
and off to bed.

Early night.

Nurse Wilson.

Yes, Mr. Powell?

Sleep well.

What did I say?

I thought I was walking
the line between charm

and sensitive effortlessly.

It's not you.

She's tired.

Well, she is absolute
bloody dynamite

if you ask me,
Mr. Powell.

I probably shouldn't
have brought her.

Oh, I don't know, sir.

Don't drink,
or just not tonight?

If you don't mind me asking.

An inquiring mind
should know its limits, Cohen.

Sorry, sir, if I'm too forward.

I don't drink because
I once, under the influence,

made a terrible mistake.

Cheers.

Cheers.

(car approaching,
engine turns off)

(knocking)

Charlie.

Elizabeth, I'm sorry.

I was going to telephone, but...

Otto's not here.

No, I know, that's why I...

Can I come in?

Can I get you something,
Charlie?

No, no, thank you.

I...

Is everything all right,
Elizabeth?

Yes, I just was surprised.

I wasn't expecting anyone.

Where's Tommy?

Mrs. J. wanted
to see her mother.

He had a nasty chest,
so they're in Selsey.

So, well, they thought
they'd make a trip of it

for a few days.

And so I'm here, alone.

Otto, delivering babies.

Yes.

You know,
a whiskey soda would--

Coming right up.

Actually, it was,
in fact, Otto

I wanted to talk
to you about.

Chin chin.

You see, I'm...

I could be in a touch
of bother.

Oh, you know, I do worry

and I do absolutely
rely on Otto.

Are you sure you're
all right, Elizabeth?

Whatever do you mean?

You seem...

Well, distracted.

Good heavens, no.

I wouldn't be
in this mess

if it wasn't for Otto
and his specials.

And do you know,
dear Elizabeth,

if a police inspector was
to walk in here right now,

I'm not sure I wouldn't
just put my hands up and say,

"Guilty as charged."

I'm afraid that one day,

he is going to leave me
hanging in the wind.

Otto cares for you
like a brother.

I don't think so.

I don't think Otto cares
for anyone but himself.

Charlie, that's a
terrible thing to say.

I can feel the noose tightening.

Otto should know from me.

I will not keep silent
about what happened in Cyprus.

About him and you.

I'm sorry Elizabeth,
forever, if...

Charlie...

I-- we--
lied for him.

I had blood on my hands
and I am lying still.

You are, too.

Charlie, Otto will never
let you down, or me.

I know that.

Besides, you are
a very special friend.

Yes.

Could be that poor women died
of natural causes.

No fault.

Could be.

(engine revving)

What was Dr. Enderbury
doing here just now?

He arrived unannounced,
inspector.

Please, Elizabeth.

There is no reason
to lie to me.

I'm not.

Now, would you please
give me the statements

and the photographs you have?

You are so beautiful.

I asked for the best
money could buy.

The young lady laughed
and said it must be

for someone very special.

I need the statements.

Of course.

I don't want to hurt you.

(quiet crying)

You'd better go,
Inspector.

Ronald, please.

You've been in my head.

Driving me wild.

I've not slept thinking
about you,

imagining us together.

But then to...

so quickly.

I'm sorry.

Please.

I've done what you wanted.

Now just give me the statements
and the photographs.

(sobbing)

What have I become?

There's a part of me...

There's a part of me
that's missing.

My son died
and I've been looking,

searching to fill
that part, but...

Not like this.

(sobbing)

Not like this.

It's all right, Ronald.

Just give me what you have,
and then we can...

I didn't bring them.

I was convinced you were
trying to trick me.

I'm sorry.

(bell tolling)

(labored breathing)

(groaning)

Oh God, oh God!

(baby crying)

(baby crying)

(baby crying)

Mummy!

Darling!

I absolutely begged Mrs. J.

to come back early
because I left him!

Well, I suspect he missed you
just as much as you miss him.

This one looks
just like my da.

He's strong.

Like my da.

Ah, there you are.

I was just on my way.

Shall we?

DR. POWELL:
We're lucky that Alice is alive

and has three
healthy babies.

We are not like you people
from London, Doctor.

A child conceived
out of wedlock is one thing.

Her father forced
himself on her.

He is the father
of those children,

and Miss Deacon
is a minor.

Yes, Mr. Powell.

We will care for them and Alice
when she turns to us.

Thank you
for what you've done.

(cow moos)

Seeing those babies
being delivered,

the way you helped Alice,

I don't think I've ever felt
more alive or happier.

And then to be told
they were...

Do you think that life
is always like this,

playing tricks on you?

I think...

Truthfully?

I think there's only ever today.

Now.

I wish...

Do yourself a favor

Have a medley

Medical grade,
I'm hoping.

(engine starting)

Lack of oxygen, is, of course,
the root of all this.

If a patient...

Ah, Dr. Enderbury,
good news.

Natural causes.

As we always thought, Miss
Fairfax died of natural causes.

Obviously, the danger with
cerebral hypoxia cannot be...

I'm home, dearest.

We want ample time
to get you to the Truscotts.

You're early, darling.

I know how Jean
is relying on you.

Something else, though.

Something else.

I didn't make a mistake.

No, I was sure.

But you see, I wasn't.

I know what I am doing and all
this has been eating me up.

And for what reason?

Lily?

Thank you.

Good night.

All I want to do is stop feeling
what I'm feeling, but I can't.

And I do not know
what to do anymore.

I just want to be near you,
nothing more.

Good night.

SAM:
Good night.

That nurse.

Do you think...
me and her?

Sir?

Well, you never know, do you?

(engine starts)

Would you like to telephone
your husband, Mrs. Dalton?

I always found marriage
rather too ball and chain

for my taste, Dr. Powell.

Is there anyone?

I run a restaurant
in a nightclub.

What do you think?

So, it's that serious?

The tests, the biopsies,
should tell me more.

Hm.

Yes.

Well, I always argued,
live for the moment.

I suppose I've been a fool.

You should have come
to see me months ago.

The symptoms...

Yeah, like I said, I...

What are you going to say
to Richard Truscott?

How on earth do you know
about that?

The moment he introduced us
at dinner.

You don't have
to face this alone.

I'm not entirely sure
what I'm going to do.

What time is it?

Late.

What about Jean?

(laughing)

Oh, Lil, where the
sodding heck are you?

(buzzer)

Coming, Lil.

I know we are early,

but one cannot make sense
of the London Underground

and we could hardly walk
the streets dressed like this.

This is my good wife,
Professor Mehta.

But we mere mortals
are sometimes allowed

to call her Patricia.

Please, do come in.

Thank you.

Drink? What can I...?

Where is Dr. Truscott?

Oh, he's just obsessed
by his patients,

working every hour, God...

Gin?

Good evening.

Oh my God,
I want you so badly,

I really do.

I slipped in downstairs...

You've got a perfectly good wife
for that sort of thing.

Can I have both of you?

You monstrous man.

No, Richard, no, seriously.

If we're all still alive
in five years, let's meet again.

As adults.

Just for pleasure.

We are ever so lucky.

Richard's parents were
frightfully generous.

He was in oil.

He went to India.

Maybe you met him.

(buzzer)

That'll be Lil.

I'll go.

So, a professor?

Of International Affairs,
University of London.

JEAN:
Gosh almighty, you must be an absolute brain box.

Gin and tonic, please.

MRS. TRUSCOTT:
Jean, dearest.

Thomas got very anxious
in Selsey.

Children worry at things.

Everything,
and I mean everything, I do

is for Thomas
and Thomas alone.

Please, Mrs. J.

Now.

I shouldn't be late.

Andwhether Mr. Powellre

will be back in time
to join me

or whether he'll
come straight home.

Right, let's take a look.

Jean, when did you put this in?

Just now, a second ago.

CHARLIE:
...the first thing she said was, "Where's my bracelet?"

"Doctor, where's
my bracelet?"

And all the theater
could say was,

"Luckily, not
where you left it."

(laughter)

That's really quite funny.

I thank you.

Buh-boom.

Dearest.

You're working too hard.

Are you feeling
guilty, Dr. Truscott?

Oh, these are for you,
darling.

Where have you been?

You're late.

You promised me this morning
you wouldn't be late.

You promised you would
tell me the truth.

Professor Mehta,
do you know Johnny Dankworth?

(whispering)

The spread...

This is delicious, Jean.

You should have said
we were vegetarians.

You look quite transformed,
Mrs. Enderbury.

Something changed?

No, whatever do you mean?

Cheers, everyone.

I wonder if we haven't
had enough.

Now, mother.

Whatever do you mean, dearest?

Let Jeanie be.

Whatever you say.

It's been a delight
to meet you.

You don't have to go,
mother.

But we're clearly
not welcome here.

Of course you are.

Mr. Truscott?

Mrs. Powell, it is
always a pleasure.

Please don't go.

It meant everything to me

inviting you
and everyone and...

I should have known
not to drink.

Not to try and cook boeuf
sodding bourguignon.

Even with Lil, I can't.

I know I've always been
and always will be

a disappointment to you,
Mrs. Truscott,

and there's nothing
I can do about that.

Jean...

No, Richie.

Do what you want.

Go back to wherever
it is you go,

keep doing whatever
it is you're doing.

I love you, but
I can't live without...

Love.

Oh, by the way,
I see they're advertising

for a new head of department
at Queen Mary's in St. Albans.

Thought I might try my luck.

What do you say?

Well, you certainly can't be
in Mr. Powell's shadow forever,

that's a definite.

All you ready, dear?

Shall we?

Mrs. Enderbury.

(pounding at door)

Stay there.

Jeanie?

JEAN:
I can't pretend to be someone I'm not.

And Richard can't pretend
to care for me, I suppose.

I think he does, you know.

You're just saying that because
that's what I want to hear.

No, because he
doesn't know how

to show you
what he feels.

But that woman.

I suspect there's a lot
of your husband

pretending not to feel
what he really feels.

Mrs. J.

Where's Mrs. Powell?

When did she say
she'd be home?

At 11:00.

She was dining
with Mr. and Mrs. Truscot.

It's after midnight.

I'm sure she's on her way.

Perhaps the party was more fun
than we might imagine.

Well, good night.

Go home, I'll wait up.

(bells tolling)

Let me have the statements
and the photographs.

Please.

You promised.

But I'll lose you
if I give them to you.

Please.

I'll lose you, Elizabeth.

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