All language subtitles for The.Good.Karma.Hospital.S03E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[ Fireworks exploding ]

[ People gasp ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Woman squealing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Man speaks indistinctly
over loudspeaker ]

[ Fireworks exploding ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Muted fireworks explosions ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Thud ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

LYDIA: Yeah. That's fantastic.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.
This way.

MARI: Unknown male.

Head injury.
Brought in semiconscious.

-Looking better?
-Good.

Let's start with the basics.
Do you have a name?

Peru?

Entha sambavichathu
ennu parayamo?

Could be confused
after the concussion?

Yeah, but it's Diwali, so he
could be from out of town.

Tum heh,
patha hai tum kaaha ho?

Oh, these bruises are old.

There not from the accident.

[ Fireworks exploding,
people exclaiming outside ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Hi.

I'm Doctor...

F-O-N-S-E-C-A.

-That's a tough one.
-Deaf?

Yeah, looks that way.

Can you tell me your name?

He wants to leave,
and where's his bag?

Oh. Here.

How old are you?

Right, 12 hours observation.

Perhaps he'll want to tell us
who he is in the morning.

And just to avoid temptation,
I'll keep this.

Security deposit.
Okay. Who's next?

MARI: End bed.

[ Woman and man vocalizing ]

-[ Groans ]
-Your early morning call, sir.

Happy Diwali.
The shower is complementary.

And breakfast is currently
being served in the bar area.

What is that?

The Cure.
Trade secret.

A recipe handed down from barman
to barman over the generations.

We removed the amphetamines
in 1981,

but essentially
it's the same.

And looking at the current
state of you,

I would also advise opting
for an early night?

And miss your fireworks party?

No, it's legendary.

Everybody makes it to Greg's.

-Tragically cancelled.
-What?

Minor disagreement
with my munitions guy.

He's doubling his prices,
so I told him

to stick his Catherine wheels up
his backside sideways.

Diwali is not Diwali
without fireworks on the beach.

Sorry, mate.
It's out of my hands.

Well, drink up --
haven't you got morning report?

Sh--

[ Gulps ]

Thanks.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

LYDIA: Finally,
in a valiant attempt

to keep Diwali
outside the hospital,

today we're going
to trial a field unit.

Thank you very much.

Dr. Varma and Dr. Walker
will lead the good fight,

and the rest of us
can hold the fort here.

If it's okay, I'd rather
stay in the hospital?

I've got some paperwork
from last night to catch up on.

And, uh, AJ could use
the experience.

Sure, sounds like fun.

Your dedication to note
filling is admirable,

Dr. Walker, but the unit
needs at least two doctors.

So I'll have to insist.

Unless Dr. Ray is prepared
to step into the breach?

-My pleasure.
-LYDIA: Good.

That leaves Dr. Nair
on minor ops.

Dr. Walker, you'll now
coordinate casualty with me.

What's left to be said
is Deepavali Aashamsagal.

-Deepavali Aashamsagal.
-Dr. Ray,

we should review Jyoti
together before you leave.

AISHA: Yes, Dr. Fonseca.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

AISHA: We can look at better
defining the contour

of the periorbital area.

LYDIA: And then replace
the damaged tissue?

AISHA: I can work on it
at the same time.

Good.
Then we're making progress.

There's theater space tomorrow

providing the forces
of chaos relent.

If you've both finished
sewing patches on your doll,

are you going to ask her
what she wants?

Sorry, Jyoti.
It's rude to talk over you.

You're quite right.

Maybe you would like to see
what we're discussing?

I can feel how it looks.

Still, it might
help you understand.

JYOTI: No.
I've made a decision.

I don't want
any more operations.

There's nothing more you can do.

AISHA: Slowing
the treatment is --

No!
Not slow down. Stop.

Jyoti, I really think
that's unwise.

I want to go home now.

Give me a self-discharge form.
And I want to sign it now.

I'm leaving.

This charade is over.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Good morning.

Good morning.

What's your name?

Can you lip read?

Okay.

I need to call your parents.

What's their number?

You're homeless?
Well, that makes you

the best-dressed street kid
in Barco.

Your age.

15?
Which makes you a minor --

a minor who has had
a serious accident.

I have no choice.

It's either that or the police.

Aadi.

Bingo.

Sorry.
I can't sign that.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

MARI: And maybe 25 packs
of that please.

And then, if we get
the generic...

It's Diwali.

You will be here
until your hair turns gray.

Sign your name here and take
a seat down there please.

So if we go back to...

Oh.

Aadi. I know.

Come, I'll show you.

You go down there and you right.

Okay? Right.

-Here, here, here.
-Aadi?

Thank God.

You left these.
Wear them like your sister does.

Better? You couldn't let us
know where you were?

We have been worried sick.

MAN: Just...

Mr. and Mrs. Akkara?

Doctor Fonseca.
We spoke on the phone.

Aadi has sustained
a minor head injury --

MR. AKKARA: Have you checked
with the doctor?

Is this going to affect
your operation, huh?

-As I was saying --
-Doctor, Aadi is going to have

his cochlear implants fitted
next week

at Doctor Bahsin's clinic.

Now, is this head injury
going to affect the procedure?

Well, the injury appears minor.

I'm no specialist,
but I can't imagine it

changing anything at this stage.

-Oh, so we can take him home?
-LYDIA: Yeah, sure.

I'll ask Sister Mari
to help you sign him out.

-This way, please.
-MR. AKKARA: Good.

I'll get the car.
Do you have the keys?

Um, only after the full
observation period

has been completed,
of course.

Another six hours.

There's no alternative?

LYDIA: I'm afraid not with
a head injury.

We can't afford
to take any chances.

Especially if he's
having an operation.

MR. AKKARA: Of course.
Of course I understand.

-Yes, yes.
-That's fine. We'll wait.

LYDIA: Why don't we talk
in my office?

-Okay. There we go.
-Yes.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

-Was I ever that keen?
-AISHA: Worse.

You were the only student in
Mumbai to iron his white coat.

Now there is a lie.

It was adorable
and you were smart.

Otherwise I wouldn't
have bothered with you.

So you and Dr. Walker,
you're not talking?

-Believe me, it's obvious.
-[ Chuckles ]

What? You think I'm that woman?

I'm not sure I know who you are.

Let's get to work.

Your son was lucky.

Arguments with moving vehicles
rarely end well.

Please take a seat.

MRS. AKKARA: We're grateful
to you for all your help.

Now, Diwali is a family time.

We were surprised to find
your son out so late alone.

My son is a teenager,
Dr. Fonseca.

And like so many boys
of his age,

he thinks work and discipline
is applicable only to others.

And thanks to his condition,
he has a lenient mother.

Actually, my husband and Aadi
had an argument.

He went to his room.

I went to call him down
for dinner, and he was gone.

-Has he's run away before?
-A few times.

Performance, nothing more.

He just wants to get
his mother's attention.

LYDIA: Well.
It's hard being Aadi's age.

People will treat him
like a man,

but inside
there's still a child.

And the idea of surgery
can be very frightening.

He may worry he'll lose a part
of himself in the process.

Have you talked to him about it?

My son is intelligent.

He knows that this is
a great opportunity for him.

Yes, and we have been saving
for this procedure for years.

This condition means
that the implant

will allow him
to hear again.

-Yes.
-Well, then, sky is the limit.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

RUBY: Ted, I'm sorry,
we're in the middle of Diwali.

The roads are jammed.
It's total chaos out there.

And there's still
a risk of dengue.

As soon as this is all over,
I'll take you there myself.

I promise.

If it would set your mind
at rest, I will obey.

But under protest.

Thank you.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

MAN: Hello, sir.

How much to Amuroor Village?

I want the real price, sir,

not some number
you pluck out of the air.

-900 rupees, yes.
-Fine.

[ Firecrackers popping ]

AJ: Colonel Nagra, if you let
Doctor Varma know what happened.

Occupational hazard
during Diwali I'm afraid.

Most people don't know
how to handle explosives.

I was trying to demonstrate
the correct procedure.

-This is a nasty burn.
-Nah.

I still have my hands, don't I.

How bad can it be?

Okay, it's clearly a stoic.

But we're going to need to get
him some stronger

pain medication
than we're carrying.

We need to get him
to the Good Karma.

-Okay, I'll call an ambulance.
-No. Lesson number one.

A good doctor is always ready
to improvise.

A tuk-tuk, are you serious?

GABRIEL: The Good Karma
Hospital, please.

Come on, sir. Come.

-NAGRA: Yeah.
-GABRIEL: Okay. Go.

AJ: Oh, this is a joke.

GABRIEL: Go. Go. Go.
Thank you.

WOMAN: Help!
Help, please!

-What's her name?
-Safa.

Dr. Ray.

[ Safa breathing raggedly ]

Okay, I'm just going to check
her airway, okay?

[ Tense music plays ]

Any history
of respiratory illness?

She has asthma.

But I forgot her puffer thing
at home, I'm really sorry.

I want you to breath deep
and slowly. Okay?

Take two long deep breaths
with me, okay.

One and slowly and out.

And two.

And out.

Okay, perfect.

Now we're going to put this
over your head.

Okay. Breathe in...

and out.

In and out.

Very good.
Yeah, okay.

AISHA:
Are you feeling better?

GABRIEL:
She needs prednisolone.

And there's a nebulizer here.
Okay?

MAN:
Doctor, help! My eyes!

-GABRIEL: Sir, over here please.
-MAN: Doctor, please, help!

-Okay, all good?
-Steroids? What's the dose?

I'm only a surgeon.

-20 milligrams. Okay?
-Okay.

GABRIEL: Okay, sir,
I am a doctor.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-Namaste.
-WOMAN: Namaste.

TED: Good morning, ladies.

Ah, Mr. Dalrymple?

I thought it was you.

Ah, Father Gibson.
So we meet again.

Please, call me Teddy.

Everyone else does,
whether I like it or not.

So what brings you back here
again then, Teddy?

Oh, a little matter
of the heart.

I've been searching for this
place for rather a long time.

Really.
How interesting.

Would you care to tell me more?

-TED: I would.
-GIBSON: Good. Good.

There's enough here
for a week,

and Dr. Fonseca has asked me
to book you in

for a follow-up clinic.

I'll arrange a taxi for you

as soon as you're ready
to home, okay?

I've been watching.

You've hardly been home.

It's our busy time.

And, actually, I haven't
really felt like celebrating.

You should go out more.

Find yourself a husband.

Someone you love, obviously.

You know, all I ever wanted
to do was help you.

It's covered, yeah?

I don't want to frighten anyone.

If I can't be presentable,
at least I can be invisible.

Jyoti, please, I'm here for you.

Good-bye, sister.

Thank you for everything
you've done for me.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-Watch your head.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Just through here.
-Don't worry about me.

20 years in the army,
man and boy.

Maybe you should join the army,
make a man out of you.

I'll think about that.

[ Car starts ]

RUBY: We did everything
we could for her.

You think?

What's her future now?

No hope, alone.
Ruined.

You want to know the truth?

We did nothing.

Nothing at all.

And some of us
did less than that.

Deepak's got clean away with it.

I knew the name
Dalrymple rang a bell.

Yeah, here it is.
-TED: Well, I never.

Peter John Dalrymple.
That's my father.

What is this?

It's a list of all the people
that have donated

to the orphanage over the years.

Why, isn't that something?

Father's name,
carved in stone.

Here, of all places.
I had no idea.

We all leave our mark on this
world, one way or another.

Our family was happy here,
Father.

I was happy here.

Thank you.
Good to remember that.

And now?

Have you heard of
an assisted living unit?

-Never.
-Keep it that way.

Noted.

Did you say that you
like cricket?

Oh, yes.

Oh.

It's a good point!

Go for it!
That's it.

Go on now.
He's aiming for you.

[ Melancholy music plays ]

Oh, it's a four!
Well done.

Here you are, son.

Good throw! Bravo!

[ Applause ]

GIBSON: Oh!
Good luck!

Thirsty, boy?

Better?
-Thank you.

TED: You keep it.
You keep it.

What's your name?

-Edmund.
-Hello, Edmund.

My name's Teddy.

Teddy? Your name?

Your named Teddy?

Snap!

[ Laughs ]

Boys, that's the match.
Well played, well played.

Let's have some juice.
Come on.

Well played.
Whoo!

Well done, my friend.
Let me have that bat back.

Good. Well played.
Nice bowling.

[ Melancholy music continues ]

GABRIEL: Okay, so this should be
the last one that I do.

One more flush.
Okay.

Stay still if you can.
Okay, thank you.

She's feeling much better now.
Thank you so much.

Uh, will we need to stay here
much longer?

A while.
Just to be on the safe side.

Uh, if you don't mind,

I have to pick up my son
from school.

I-I'll be right back.

Of course.

WOMAN: Mama will be
back soon, okay?

-GABRIEL: I've got it.
-MAN: Okay.

-There you go, sir.
-MAN: Thank you, Doctor.

Colonel Nagra.

Sister Rodriguez,
as beautiful as ever.

And here I was hoping
that I would see out Diwali

without your visit.

Every year there's some
kind of explosion, huh?

[ Chuckles ] But if didn't come,

I would miss that sweet smile
of disapproval

you give me every year.
-MARI: Hmm.

[ Chuckles ]
You better be careful, okay.

NAGRA: I will.

So...
how are you with fireworks?

Bar's closed!

Unless you're into self-pity
and warm ale.

Colonel Nagra, meet Greg.

Greg, meet Colonel Nagra.

Now, Colonel Nagra
used to be in the army.

Bomb disposal.

Tell him what you told me.

You know what I miss most about
being in bomb disposal?

The controlled detonations.

Boom!

-Boom?
-Boom.

Well, first, 16 parts of
potassium nitrate.

That's your basic explosive.

Handle with extreme caution.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

-Now tamp it down a bit.
-Carefully?

Yeah, sure.
Whatever.

Your compounds --

strontium for red, copper
for blue, calcium for orange.

Any preferences?

The patriotic choice would be
saffron, white, and green.

Okay, then it's calcium
and magnesium and barium.

Just -- Just a dash of each.

Gently does it...

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Now get the crown on top.

Nice and tight.
Nice and tight.

Well done.

Not bad at all,
but a little too small.

Yes?

-I like the way you think.
-Yes?

[ Festive music plays ]

She said she'd come back.

GABRIEL: She will.

What if she never comes back?

Then you'll just have to
stay here and join our team.

-What? Really?
-I'm just joking.

Although, I could teach you
how to be a doctor.

-No.
-No? Okay.

Then maybe we could wrap you up
in these bandages

and make you look like
a really scary mummy monster.

-Yes!
-Yes? Uh, Dr. Gabriel?

Would you like to join us?

Yes. Okay.

So how scary is this monster?

-Really scary, right?
-Yes!

-AISHA: Really scary.
-GABRIEL: Like super scary?

-SAFA: Yes.
-Super, super scary?

Okay, let's see what we can do.

AISHA: So scary.

You know, monsters,
they always have to roar.

Can you roar?
Roar!

Roar!

[ Aisha laughs ]

Rar!

[ All roaring ]

Oh! Oh, you scared me. Oh.

[ Melancholy music plays ]

LYDIA: Aadi?

Aadi.
Why were you running away?

Your father...

hits you?

[ Sighs ]

Do you think we should
we call the police?

In case something's happened
to her mother?

She's safe here.

Isn't that her?

GABRIEL: Hello.

Madam!

Hello, madam!

Hello!

Hey!
Hey, madam!

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

You just abandoned
your own child.

Doctor, I'm sorry.
I just lost you guys.

I was trying to find you.

But I met some friends and...

Well, I hope you had
some fun, huh?

-SAFA: Mama!
-Hi!

Hello darling, how are you?

-Fine.
-Did You have a nice time?

-Yes.
-Let's go. Thank you. Sorry.

How about we get an ice cream.

GABRIEL: Can you believe this?

She just left her own daughter
with us while she got drunk.

Do you want to call it a day?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Load the tubes.

Check.

Connect to the controller.

Check.

Connected to the controller.

Check.

Familiarize yourself
with switches.

[ Electricity humming ]

Power.

Arm.

Boom.

Hello.
Do you mind if I join you?

-Not at all.
-Thank you.

Your son and daughter
seem very close.

Thick as thieves.

Yes, they are.

I noticed that your husband
doesn't sign.

That can't be easy.

No, I took lessons when
the children were younger.

And my husband was so busy
working.

He tried.

Things...

Things have been
difficult between them

since the beginning.

Aadi was the eldest, his son.

The day he was born,
he was so proud.

But when we realized
he was deaf...

and then his sister,
the same...

We love our children,
Dr. Fonseca,

but that doesn't make it easy,
you know.

LYDIA: Your husband things that
this operation

will change that, does he?

Fix things between him and Aadi?

They belong to different worlds.

But we both want to give him
his best chance

for when he starts the college.

Aadi's grades are improving,
you know.

He says he's happy
being deaf, but...

I don't want to
watch him struggle.

Your daughter...

she seems a smart one.

Yes, sharp as a tack.

LYDIA: Sharp enough for
the cochlear implant operation?

'Cause she could really benefit
from it, too.

MRS. AKKARA: No, she's a girl.

For her, it's easier.

Aadi's our challenge.

Oh, it's five o'clock, already.

So we can take him home, yes?

-Yeah. Sure.
-MRS. AKKARA: Yeah?

Thank you so much.

[ Melancholy music plays ]

Well, um, maybe he went has
gone out for some fresh air?

He's taken the rucksack.

MR. AKKARA: Go, go, go, go.

He can't have gone far.

Do you know where he is?

I saw you arguing earlier.
Why?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Firecrackers popping ]

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Melancholy music plays ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

What she's saying is
he's going far away forever.

He thinks the implant
will change who he is.

He was near the bus station
when he was hit.

The bus station,
is he going back?

Where, Ranjana?

Mumbai.
-MRS. AKKARA: Mumbai?

-LYDIA: Come on.
-MRS. AKKARA: Mumbai.

MR. AKKARA: Come, come, come!

[ Cheering ]

[ Fireworks exploding ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Off duty, right?
Five minutes ago.

MARI: Officially.

Okay.
Place your bets.

Swallowed a firework current
favorite at two to one.

Drunk in charge of a tuk-tuk,
five to two.

Trampled by stoned goats.

Last year twice!

MAN: Presumed overdoes,
BP 80 systolic, resps five.

-MARI: Jyoti...
-MAN: Her mother found her.

Let's get her to resus.

Shit.
Come on...

Pinpoint.
Have we got access yet?

Yes, Doctor.
I'm in.

Looks like an opiate OD.

MARI: We sent her home with
medications --

codeine and paracetamol.

Right, let's take blood
for levels, naloxone IV.

You're nearer.

Quickly, she's crashing.

[ Monitor beeping ]

Naloxone in.

Flushing.

[ Tense music plays ]

-[ Gasps ]
-RUBY: We got her.

Right, she's gonna need
some more IM and a Parvolex IV.

Yes, Doctor.
I'll get help right away.

[ Wheezing ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Tires squeal ]

LYDIA: Excuse me. Sorry.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm looking for a boy
with a rucksack.

Ek Ladka, bag ke saath,
laal bag?

MAN: Neh dekha,madam.

LYDIA: I can't see him anywhere.
We need to find the bus.

[ Horn honks ]

[ Man speaking indistinctly
over loudspeaker ]

[ Horn honking ]

[ Fireworks exploding ]

AISHA: What are they doing?

I don't know.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Both chuckle ]

Thanks for helping me today.

You're a quick learner.

20 milligrams.
Once a day.

Impressive...

for a surgeon.

[ Soft music plays ]

Dr. Ray,
your patient is here.

In resus.

Deliberate overdose
of paracetamol and codeine.

She's had naloxone and is on her
first bag of Parvolex,

pending levels.

GABRIEL: Ruby...

[ Horns trill ]

LYDIA: Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Excuse me. Could you tell me
where the Mumbai bus is?

-Mumbai?
-Yes.

-Just gone!
-No!

LYDIA: It's all right.
It's all right.

Look, the police are down there.
We'll get them to stop the bus.

He won't get far.
It's fine.

[ Melancholy music plays ]

[ Horns blaring ]

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversation,
laughter ]

-MARI: Deepak?
-Yes?

Oh, stop it!

[ Gasping ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Panting ]

It's just water.

Do you hear me?

It's just saltwater.

Now you know what it feels like.

That moment when someone
takes away your entire life,

your entire future.

And for what?
For some twisted pride?

For honor?

See your precious son now?

Groveling on the floor,
crying like a baby.

Get out of my house.

She has more honor
in her little finger

than you will ever have
in your entire twisted family.

Some scars you can't see.

But the ones on people's souls,
they never heal.

[ Deepak gasping ]

I pity you.

[ Bottle clatters ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Ted.

Hey.

I went back there.

I saw her -- Dina.

I met her grandson.

-Did you speak with her?
-No I-I lost my nerve.

I welshed on the deal.

Ironic, isn't it?

Court-martial offense.

Sometimes it's better
to remain a memory.

She's theirs, not mine.

[ Melancholy music plays ]

♪ Taken away to the dark side ♪

♪ I want to be
your left-hand man ♪

♪ I love you when
you're singing that song ♪

♪ And I got a lump
in my throat ♪

♪ 'Cause you're gonna sing
the words wrong ♪

-GREG: Here you are.
-Thank you.

-GREG: They'll find him.
-Will they?

If he wants to get lost,
this is a hell of a big country.

You did what you could.

And when that's not enough?

Did I ever tell you
about the time

I burned our shed down
with a Roman candle?

No.

Well, technically,
it was 15 Roman candles.

It was the showstopper!
Tommy thought it was brilliant.

She ribbed me about it
for weeks.

So am I going to impressed?

Satisfaction guaranteed.

Entire thing's been planned
with military precision.

Thank you.

-What for?
-Keeping me sane.

Well, that, Dr. Fonseca,
is a matter of opinion.

-[ Laughs ]
-Okay!

Right.
[ Ringing bell ]

Pray silence, people!
Pray silence.

Tonight will go down
in Barco history.

In previous years,
our enormous display

has dropped
both jaws and shorts.

Oh, yes. But tonight, thanks
to the Colonel of Chaos,

we believe we have
surpassed ourselves.

So please join me
in the final countdown.

Five!

Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

[ Button clicks ]

[ Murmuring ]

Do you need a match?

Oh, dear, is the poor chap
firing blanks?

GREG: It's meant to be
fully automated.

[ Button clicking ]

It should be happening.

[ Fireworks whistling ]

[ Fireworks exploding ]

[ Cheering ]

Ah...
[ Chuckles ]

-GREG: Look at that.
-LYDIA: Ah.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Well done.

-Boom.
-Well done, Colonel.

A little too much potassium?

[ Chuckles ]

AJ: Just might be a little.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

What?

[ Cheering ]

[ Woman and man vocalizing ]