All language subtitles for The Royal s08e06 Please Release Me

I need someone in my life. I need a girl
to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
all right.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Won't somebody tell me what I've done
wrong?

Morning,

Jill. Morning. No Gordon?

No, he's on a home visit.

Morning.

Morning, Doctor.

Still on.

No need to rush.

Yeah, you don't want to be too early.

Still a bit shy, isn't she? Yeah.

I think it's time we did something to
break the ice.

Ah, this is the girl we need.

Oh, yeah? We're going to have a bit of a
laugh with the new student nurse. We

need your help.

I really think he ought to be in
hospital.

But if he says he wants to stay here,
then he should, Edgar. He can't bear the

pain, Mother.

And neither can you, not on your own.

And I can't be here all the time, can I?

I do have to get home. He's in such
agony, Gordon.

I know.

Which is why I'm going to start him on
regular injections of dimorphine.

Morphine?

But isn't that addictive?

Well, I'm afraid that's hardly the
issue, is it? Not now.

Shall we go in?

All right, old man.

You're in a lot more pain, I can see
that. I don't think I can cope.

I know.

And I'm going to do something about it.

I'm going to give you some much stronger
pain relief by injection, OK?

I'm going to have to go and get it. I'm
afraid it's not something I carry with

me. Be quick, won't you?

No dilly -dallying on the way.

No, we'll do.

Sorry, Faye, I'm a bit behind.

Could you do the temperatures for us?

Just these three beds at the end here.

What, now?

Yeah, and fill in the charts.

Thanks.

Um, so Bridget, something awful's
happened.

Well, Mr. Pierce's temperature is 110
and Mr. Linton 108.

Um, well, they must have caught some
terrible infection or something.

Take no notice of the student nurse,
Clark.

They will have their little jokes.

Off you go, on your coffee break. Go on.

Can't you two see that she's shy?

Elthamby Prison?

Yes, and I'm looking forward to it. I've
never been in a prison before.

Well, I dare say, but what about your
surgery here?

Well, I'm dealing with that, actually.

No, really, it's fine. It's an
arrangement we've always had. We look

prison when the other practice can't.
Isn't that so, Lizzie?

Yes, Dr Weatherill.

And they're helpful to help companions,
too.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Well, in that case, off you go, Dr
Ellis.

Enjoy your morning.

Preferably made first thing in the
morning.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!

No, you don't!

I don't know, sister.

One day she attacks me with a suitcase,
the next she hurls water all over me.

Thoroughly dangerous young lady.

What are you doing? You're supposed to
be at your coffee break.

I just had to wipe down the lockers. One
or two looked a bit grubby, so I

just... Right.

You'd better clean this up first.

Yes, sister.

You didn't mind Jack's little joke, did
you?

Oh, no.

No.

Dr. Ellis to visit the medical room.

This way, Doc.

Stand up!

Pass me bronchitis.

Balloon cut leg.

Which do you want first?

Let's look at the leg.

Ooh.

How did this happen? He did it to
himself, and it's not the first time.

Not a pretty sight, I'm afraid.

Okay, could you get me a bowl of water
and some cotton wool?

He only does it to get cushy life on
medical women. Yeah, just the water,

please.

You did this, did you?

Mr Bullen.

Hell on earth.

That's what it's like.

On here?

I can imagine.

How long you been in? I'm only from
Whitby.

Right. She's down the road.

It feels like another life.

Oh, well, at least it's not too far.

For visitors, I mean.

She left me, didn't she?

Who's that? Your wife?

They're the kiddies.

I don't know where they are.

Thanks. It wasn't my fault what
happened. Nothing ever is, is it?

She riled me.

If she knew, I'd lose my temper.

Help me, please.

Help me find her.

That cut was deep enough to need
stitches.

He really meant it. I expect he did.

And he's done this before?

Yep. So how did you treat him the other
times?

How do you mean?

Well, obviously, if he keeps on doing
these sorts of things, he must be pretty

depressed. Of course he is.

He's in prison.

Ain't supposed to be a picnic.

Yeah, I do realise that, but...
Especially when you've been done for

your own wife. So bad, she lost her
eyesight.

Is that what he did?

Nice chap, eh?

I want more about his blood depression,
aren't we?

He deserves it.

OK, well, I'll pop in tomorrow, check on
the stitches, see how he seems then.

He'll seem how he wants to seem. It's
all an act.

You're new to prison life, aren't you,
Doc?

That should last you about six hours.

I'll pop back on my way home and give
you another one. And another one last

thing tonight.

OK? You're a good friend.

I hope so.

You should have seen her face when she
saw the thermometers.

She went off a hundred mile an hour to
find Sister Bridget.

I'm sure I wasn't taken in for a moment.

Yeah, and Alan, you mustn't be too mean.

Say, you don't look too happy.

Hey, don't say that another run -in with
Miss Hoyty -Toyty.

Who?

Jean McAteer.

She ran it in this morning about doing
the prison work. It's nothing to do with

her, is it? It's up to the doctors.

I think she's rather nice.

Nice?

Yeah.

Glamorous. Glamorous?

Do you need glasses or what? It's all
make -up.

If you saw her first thing in the
morning, you'd get a big shock, I'm

you.

I might try that.

Hello?

How did it go?

Jill, what a place.

Hello. One of the prisoners seems very
disturbed to me, but the medical orderly

wasn't having any of it. He more or less
said he was putting it on. Well, you

know, the staff get very hardened.

They've seen it all before, haven't
they?

Ah, you're back.

Yeah, sorry. Took longer than I thought.

I see.

I'm going to suggest that you review the
prison business at the next partner's

meeting. It does seem a bit much.

How do you mean?

Well... Let the prudence take priority
over our own patients.

Well, it depends on need, doesn't it?

Not on who's patient they are.

You, Nurse Clark.

Come on, it's the end of your shift.

I'll just finish these.

You've had a lot of tidying today,
haven't you?

Yes, sister.

I've enjoyed it.

Well, now you've found your feet, I
think it's time to let you do some

nursing. Don't you?

Working with the patients.

I'm sure you'll find that even more
enjoyable.

Yes, Esther.

Thank you. We'll start on it tomorrow,
then.

OK, let's ask the mum, shall we?

How much longer have I got?

Well, that's impossible to say.

I won't be able to stand it.

Well, this will help you manage a while
longer. No, I don't want to go on any

longer.

I want to go now, Gordon.

I want you to help me.

I will control the pain.

Whatever it takes.

I won't let you suffer, Philip.

I promise you that, absolutely.

Yes, thank you.

Yes, goodbye.

What?

Philip Plummer's dead.

He's quick.

I thought he had... Quiet.

Take it in? I just can't. It seems like
only the other day we were planning our

trip to Italy.

A holiday of lifetimes.

I've even got the tickets.

What am I going to do with them?

Would you and Jill like them? Because I
really don't think I could...

I'd never have gone home last night if I
thought that you wanted to be with him

when he died.

I thought he had months.

There were so many things I wanted to
tell him, Mum.

I didn't even get a chance to say
goodbye.

What's that?

It's the death certificate.

You need to take it with you when... But
isn't there going to be a post -mortem?

Oh, no.

There's no question about the cause of
death.

But you never said it would be imminent.

Well, I'm afraid cancer can just be like
that.

Here.

You're going to want to return to Gage,
Doctor.

Never know what to think, never.

Never quite, never ever quite.

Not with that sort of... Not sure!

Not 100 %! Burn!

Away from... Get off me!

Are you one of them too? Take up those
plates at once!

He's only doing this for your benefit.

Why is he here?

Quite a little actor, aren't you? Is he
from them too?

Is he?

Because if you are... I've got to do it.
It's important for the...

Will someone tell me what's going on?
What's his first name? Mark. My head's

exploding. Mark, there's nothing to be
afraid of.

He's been here. I can't get it out. All
right, I think I'd better see his notes,

don't you?

All the notes get from the governor's
office. OK, well, I'll see the governor

then, and I'll be telling him, Mr Smith,
I'm astonished you didn't call me first

thing about this patient.

Sergeant Fuller. We need to see the
hospital administrator.

Yes, that's me.

Can I help you?

I'd rather we spoke somewhere private.

Mother.

I just need a minute. Oh, dear. Are you
all right? Come and sit down.

You want to call in a what?

A psychiatrist.

Why? Because I think we need expert
advice. By the look of these, he has

episodes quite regularly.

And once he gets his drugs, he's doing
better.

He's right in a couple of days, sir.

Which makes perfect sense, considering
how he does it to get the drugs in the

first place.

I really don't think that's the case. In
my opinion, Bullen is suffering from

manic depression. I am seriously
concerned about his condition.

His condition, as you put it, is no
different from most of the other

Doctor, I assure you.

We're all depressed to a certain extent.

It's the nature of the place.

Well, I think he ought to be moved to a
mental hospital.

It's not as simple as you demanding he
be moved.

If I were to send every disturbed
prisoner off to mental hospital, I'd

empty prison.

I'm not suggesting that.

We deal with criminals in here.

It's not the cosy outside world.

Gordon?

The police here. What's going on? I've
no idea.

What's all this about?

I'm sorry, Gordon.

I had to call Cousin Fuller. I'm not
happy about my father's death.

I beg your pardon?

Mickey Plumley and his son don't
understand why he passed away so quick.

the thing.

Well, he died of cancer.

He knew that.

I went home last night thinking that I
would see my father again this evening.

I kissed him goodbye and left.

I didn't think for a moment that that
would be the last time I would see him

alive.

The death was unexpected. That's his
point, Doctor.

So what I need to know is why he didn't
want to report it to the coroner.

Because he was under the care of his own
doctor, and as I keep saying, there was

no question about the cause of death.

Oh, very convenient.

There is a question about his speed,
though, isn't there?

I'm sorry. Mr Plumley thinks you may
have admitted nobody else.

I actually heard you say that's what you
would do to a father last night.

In which case, it's nothing short of
murder.

This is ridiculous.

An overdose, you say?

Well, I'm going to scotch that idea
straight away.

If you'll excuse me for just one minute.

You know the prisoner I was talking to
you about? Well, he has completely

flipped. I was forced to prescribe him
haloperidol just to calm him down.

Oh, it sounds like he could do some sort
of specialist help, I would have

thought. Absolutely, thank you. If only
the governor agreed.

Ralph. Excuse me, sorry.

Gordon. Lizzie, can you get the
dangerous drugs book sent down from the

as quick as you can, please? Yes,
Doctor.

Sorry about that.

What?

What, do you think you killed Philip?

I know, it's mad.

Well, so what are you going to do? Are
you going to show them the drugs book?

Yes.

Well, I'll come with you. Look, you
don't have to come. Yes, I do.

Excuse me, Dr Weatherall. I wonder if
you could take a look at Mrs Plumley.

I'm rather concerned about her.

This is my entry for yesterday.

Ten ampules of diamorphine for Philip
Plumley. And here is my own dangerous

drugs book, in which I mark off the
ampules as I administer them.

Philip was on one ampule every six
hours. That's three doses in all. One at

10am, another at 4pm, and the last at
10pm.

In which case, the remaining seven
ampules must still be in your bag.

Yes. Can we see them?

Of course.

though it really shouldn't be necessary.

Dr. Ormerod?

All right, Mrs. Plumley?

She keeps feeling faint.

Well, she's diabetic. We should probably
get her into casualty.

You said it was for the best.

Oh, Lizzie, trolley, quickly, if
possible, please.

Yes.

It's 50 mils, 50 % glucose.

She did the trick.

What sent her insulin levels up so high,
do you think?

Must have made a mistake with her dose.

Hardly surprising, given the
circumstances.

How is she?

It's a hypoglycemic coma.

We'll need to keep her under observation
until her condition stabilises.

I see.

Perhaps we could give Mrs Plumley a
private room?

I'll arrange it right away.

Dr Weatherman?

Sergeant Fuller's had a word with the
coroner, and there is going to be a post

-mortem.

Oh, no, hang on a minute.

Five ampules of diamorphine are missing,
and if it turns out they've been given

to the patient, it's a serious matter,
not just for Gordon, for the whole

hospital.

I told them.

I told them what he said.

I tried.

I told them.

I told them what he said.

I told him. I tried.

I told him what he said.

Millions could... Millions and millions.

He took to me. That's what he said.

Open your mouth.

Doctor's orders.

We need them. Oh, no.

We need them.

Couldn't sleep.

I don't mean either.

Philip did ask me to give him an
overdose.

His son was right about that.

It was hard to see such an old friend
in... all that kind of pain.

There was a moment, Jill... When you
thought of doing it, I know.

I know, but you didn't.

But will anyone believe me?

I could get struck off just like that.

No, it won't come to that.

It might.

It could plumb as a lawyer.

He'll fight me all the way if he thinks
he's got a case.

Gordon, listen to me, all right?

You did not give Philip an overdose, OK?

You know that, I know that, and
eventually the post -mortem will prove

So you have absolutely nothing to worry
about.

Apart from the missing ampules.

Can you keep a secret?

Of course.

I phoned my mum last night.

She said I could leave.

What?

If I hate it that much, she said, why
not just go back home and get a

secretarial instead?

But you've only been here five minutes.

Oh, come on, Faye.

You've got to give it a chance.

Is it because of Jack and Alan?

No, no.

What then?

I can't say.

Mrs Plomley?

Looking much better.

Why am I still here?

You must have got your injections mixed
up. You just weren't thinking straight.

Oh, Philip.

This is all wrong.

Oh, Dr Omrod, Miss McAteer wants to see
you straight away in her office. She's

waiting with Mr Rose.

Thank you, Lizzie. She said it was very
urgent.

I wonder what's happened.

Well? The police have had the post
-mortem results on Philip Plumley.

And?

He died of a massive dose of
diamorphine.

I see.

How big an overdose?

According to reports, about 60
milligrams.

60? No, no, no. That's impossible.

Of course it is. I gave him the normal
10 milligram dose.

Of course you did. But the fact is, that
accounts for all the ampules. The ones

you say you gave him, plus the five
missing ones.

Hang on a minute. You're surely not
suggesting that Gordon did it?

No, of course not.

If you'll excuse me, please. One minute.

Gordon, Sergeant Fuller's on his way. We
need... Well, never mind what actually

happened. We are now at the centre of a
police inquiry.

Gordon would never do a thing like that.

Never. Look, is this absolutely
necessary?

I'm sorry.

It's best if we're down a station.

Very well.

Gordon, it's all right, Jill.

Better to get it over with.

We're going in your car, are we?

If you don't mind.

They'll only find them when they're...
They mustn't be caught off guard.

They mustn't, mustn't. Not why.

But when do I tell it?

I don't know.

I don't even know.

Hello, Mark.

How are you feeling today?

It's fine.

Sort of a joke, isn't it?

You and your stories.

Go on.

Tell the doctor what you told me.

Tell him about the Russians and your
message.

Tell him about the bombs and everything.
No!

No!

Hang on. Get up. Hey, come on. He can
give you anything.

We have to take this gently.

Get up. He's right. Whatever you do,
don't rush him.

Don't want a death on our hands.

I gave him the correct dosage.

Ten milligrams.

So why do you tell him you put him out
of his misery?

I didn't. His son says you did. He said
he heard you saying it.

No. Heard you say, whatever it takes, I
won't let you suffer.

Well, that is not the same thing.

Look, when patients are in extreme pain,
they're frightened.

They need reassurance.

Or do they need helping on their way?

No. Well, that's what it looks like to
me.

Oh, come on, Doctor.

Admit it.

Mr Plumley asked you to help him die and
you agreed.

It's a mercy killing.

An act of kindness.

Now, any jury would understand that.

I did not give him an overdose.

OK.

You're not going to be sensible, it's
fair enough.

I mean, it is murder when all's said and
done.

And you don't want to admit to murder,
do you?

Your confession would shorten your
sentence, of course.

And with four young children to think
about.

For God's sake, man.

I did not kill Philip Plumley.

I need to get out!

I need to find them and tell them!

Diane?

I, um... I have something to tell you.

We've had the results of the post
-mortem, and...

It would seem that Philip was given an
overdose of dimorphine, as is

unsuspected.

I'm so sorry.

What'll happen?

Well... They're talking to Gordon at the
police station.

It's really a very, very serious
situation, Diane. They could arrest him.

So, for Gordon's sake, as...

Philip's old friend.

Do you think you could try to remember
what happened?

It's all such a muddle.

What is?

What's a muddle?

Have you told my mother?

Yes, I have. Edgar.

Told her that your husband is being
questioned by the police about the death

my father. Have you told her that?

Look, I know that this is all very, very
upsetting. Oh, thank you.

I've just learnt that my father was
killed, for heaven's sake.

Well, nobody's quite said that.

Not yet.

But they will when they finish talking
to Gordon.

Just you be careful what you say, Edgar.

Oh, I see.

Protecting him, are you?

Well, I dare say that's to be expected.

Please don't argue. In which case, I
think it would be better if another

would look after my mother.

A doctor who's not trying to cover
things up.

Look, this is silly.

Sitting here in silence isn't going to
get a confession out of me, because as I

keep telling you, I've got nothing to
confess.

I am a doctor.

My job is to ease pain, not speed up
death.

That's not something I'd do, ever.

Goes on, though, doesn't it?

Really. So I've been told.

By other doctors.

Not any doctor I know. Oh, come on.

We all know there's a time when a
patient would be better off dead. Oh,

God's sake! Or if a patient was
terminally ill and couldn't stand the

anymore. You know, you're wasting your
time and mine. I've got work to do. I

need to get back to the hospital.

We'll decide on that once CID get here.

And where the hell are they? On their
way.

From where?

North Allerton.

Well, in that case, they should be here
by now.

I believe they had another job to tie up
en route.

Look, I'm a busy man. Sit down, please.

I'm needed at the Royal. I'm sorry,
Doctor.

But you can't go anywhere without CID's
say -so.

Would you kindly get out of my way,
please? You can't hold me here without

charge. That's easy.

We'll charge you, then, and place you
under arrest.

You can't do that.

Go on, Norm Rod. I'm charging you on
suspicion of the murder of Philip

You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so.

But anything you say may be put into
writing and given in evidence.

It's coming!

It's coming!

We're under attack!

Head for the shelters!

He's winding them all up, sir. We can't
leave it any longer. No, it's not safe.

Someone will get hurt. Come back, Smith.

Smith, come back.

That's an order.

The world is coming to an end, Mr Smith.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Plumley, Alan.

No mention.

Any news yet?

About Gordon?

No.

Courage, my dear.

I'm sure everything will be well.

Dr. Hyderol, Mr. Rhodes.

A man's fallen off the roof. He's
really, really bad. They need a doctor.

Pardon? At the prison.

It's really urgent.

Well, who was it, Lizzie? It wasn't Dr.
Ellis, was it? I don't know.

Dr. Ellis?

Yes, he was at the prison. He's treating
a patient.

Well, I'd better go.

You stay here. Hold the fort.

Matron, I need one of your nurses. It's
an emergency.

Dr. Weatherill, Mrs. Plumley's missing.

Please just find her.

She hasn't taken that load, sir. She
can't have gone far.

The man's fallen off her roof and needs
to go with Mr. Rhodes. What? Quick, he's

waiting.

Take the immediate care back, Nurse
Selby. It's an emergency.

Right. You can carry on where she left
off.

You can start by giving Mr. Pierce his
morning injection.

We'll go up the area first.

It's all right. I'm not going to

do anything.

Look, Mark.

Mark!

That wasn't your fault. You didn't mean
for him to fall off the roof. Everyone

knows that.

Something terrible is going to happen.

All right.

If I can come a bit closer, we can talk.

Yes?

We're all going to die.

All of us.

Hopefully later rather than sooner.

Right, so what have we got? He's
unconscious, bleeding from the left ear,

possible fractured skull.

Also possible spinal injuries and
fractures to both legs.

BP only 90 over 50, Mr Rose. And
probably serious internal injuries as

The man must be made of India rubber.
I'm surprised he's alive at all.

Drips, a neck brace and a spinal board,
please, quick as you can.

You're afraid of giving injections.

That's why you've been cleaning and
tidying so much, in case you got asked

one.

Why didn't you tell me, silly girl?

It wouldn't have done any good.

I'll never be able to do it. Oh, what
nonsense.

All it takes is a bit of practice. I
could have helped you with it. We could

have gone through it together.

Student nurse Clark, you'll have to
overcome this fear.

Who ever heard of a nurse who couldn't
give injections?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I think I need to speak to Matron.

There you are, Mark. Look.

Everything's back to normal.

The other prisoners have calmed down.

Mr. Smith has gone to hospital.

Time you came inside.

Hey, come on. It's all right. Nothing's
going to happen.

Come here.

Get back.

Come on.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're freezing cold, aren't you?

Mark, it's because you've been up here
for such a long time.

Let's climb down to get a shower.

Sort things out, yes?

You're not going back to the cells, by
the way.

You're going to a hospital to be looked
after properly.

Oh, come on.

Let's go, yeah?

Are you a doctor?

Yes.

Help me, please.

I'm in torment. I need help.

This is the chap who fell from the roof.
He's unconscious, bleeding from the

left ear, so he probably has a skull
fracture.

He has spinal injuries. Both his timbs
have gone.

His blood pressure's falling, and I
suspect internal bleeding.

Get him cross -matched for six pints of
blood, please, quick as you can. Yes,

Mr. Rawls. Straight through to theatre,
please.

I think we need to have a proper chat.

Edgar's worried about you, you know. I
just needed to get away.

It's all such a mess.

I shouldn't be here.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

He couldn't stand it. Neither could I.

It was easy.

I took the ampules out of Gordon's bag
and when he got home, I injected them

using one of my own syringes.

He asked me to do it, Edgar. He begged
me. He wanted to die.

How could I refuse him? But it wasn't
your decision.

He was mine too. He was my father.

Edgar, think.

If I'd involved you, we'd have both been
implicated.

Implicated?

Oh, my God.

Does anyone else know about this?

The police are on their way now.

I am so sorry.

I didn't mean it to be like this. I
meant us to both go together.

What?

You mean your mistake with the insulin?

It wasn't a mistake, Edgar.

I knew what the penalty would be for
what I'd done.

I wanted to save you the shame.

But Dr Weatherall saved me.

How's Smith?

Hanging on.

Just been transferred to the orthopaedic
at Ashfordly.

I told them Bullen was mentally
disturbed.

What can you do? At least he's now in
Thornton Mental Hospital, where he

have been all along, so that's one good
thing, but... Oh, Ralph, you did all you

could. Such an eye -opener, Jill, the
whole experience. I mean, there must be

thousands of men like him in prison.

And I walk in full of good intentions
and manage to make a mess of treating

one of them.

Don't be deft. No? Well, look what
happened after I got involved. He half

-killed a warder, nearly caused a prison
riot, and, hey, here's Gordon.

Mrs Plumley's waiting for you in my
office. Oh, Gordon, thank God.

Try not to be such a baby.

Right. There.

That's better.

Now then, Mr Bell, we're after looking
at your records and you're going to need

a tetanus jab.

No, no, no, no. I'm not having an
injection. Mr Bell!

I'm allergic to needles. It's a phobia.

Phobia, fiddle dick.

Pull yourself together, man.

Trousers down, please.

I leave him in your capable hands,
student nurse.

Okay, I'll be over before you even
notice.

Very brave, Neil.

No, no.

Keep still, man. You're wriggling like
an eel.

Come on, Student Nurse Clark.

Well done.

Heard you were back.

Thought you might be in need of a pick
-me -up.

You OK?

Talk about.

I want an experience there.

And for you too, I expect.

Well, I've never been in a prison
before, that's for sure.

I've seen a doctor balancing on a roof.

I guess someone had to go up there.

No, I thought you were really brave.

Thanks.

I got it all wrong, didn't I?

You had just lost your father.

I'm sorry.

Poor man.

If he hadn't asked for an inquest,
nobody would have found out what he'd

wouldn't they?

No, except... Except what?

Well, it would have come out eventually,
even without him, wouldn't it?

Would it?

I would have realised the ampoules were
missing, wouldn't I?

Well, so then what would you have done?

Oh, I'll never know, will I?

Oh, student net clerk, I believe you
wanted to see me.

Oh, actually, matron... I think we might
forget all about it, don't you?

Yes, matron. Good.

Just carry on conquering those fears and
you'll make a first -rate nurse.

Thank you, Matron.

You won't always have such a large
target to aim at.