All language subtitles for The Good Karma Hospital S03E05

Thank you.

That's fantastic. Thank
you very much. Thank you.

This way.

Unknown male? Head injury.
Brought in semi-conscious.

- Looking better.
- Good. Let's start with the basics.

Do you have a name?

Could be confused after concussion?

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

Ooh, these bruises are old.
There not from the accident.

Hi. I'm Dr...

.. 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.

- OK. Who's next?
- End bed.

Your early morning call,
sir. Happy Diwali.

The shower is complimentary.

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?

Oh, shit.

Thanks.

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 OK, I'd rather
stay in the hospital.

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

And, err, 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.
- Good.

That leaves Dr Nair on minor ops.

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

All that's left to be said
is Deepavali Aashamsagal.

Deepavali Aashamsagal.

Dr Ray, we should review Jyoti
together before you leave?

Yes, Dr Fonseca.

We can look at better defining the
contour of the periorbital area.

- And then replace the damaged tissue?
- I can work on it at the same time?

Good. Then we're making progress.

There's theatre 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.
- No.

I've made a decision. I don't
want any more operations.

There's nothing more you can do.
Slowing the treatment is an option.

No! Not slow down. Stop.

- Jyoti, I think that's unwise.
- I want to go home now.

Get me a self-discharge form.
And I'm going to sign it now.

I'm leaving.

This charade is over.

Good morning.

Good morning.

What's your name?

Can you lip read?

OK.

I need to call your
parents. What's their number?

Your 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.

And 25 packs of that, please.

And then if we get the generic...

It's Diwali. You will be here
until your hair turn's grey.

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 turn right.

OK? Right.

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.

Just a sec...

Mr and Mrs Akkara, Dr
Fonseca, we spoke on the phone.

Aadi has sustained a minor head injury.

Have you checked with the doctor?

Is this going to affect
your operation? Huh?

As I was saying...

Aadi is going to have his
cochlear implants fitted next week,

at Dr 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?
- Yeah. Sure.

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

- This way, please.
- Good. I'll get the car.

Do you have the keys?

Erm... only after the
full observation period

has been completed, of course.

Another six hours.

- There's no alternative?
- I'm afraid not with a head injury.

We can't afford to take any chances.

Especially if he's having an operation.

- Of course. Of course I understand.
- That's fine. We will wait.

- Why don't we talk in my office?
- OK.

- Yes.
- There we go.

Was I ever that keen?

Worse.

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

Now, that 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.

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.

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 feels 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.

A performance, nothing more.

He just wants to get
his mother's attention.

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.

His condition means

that the implant will
allow him to hear again.

Yes.

Well, then, the sky is the limit.

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.

- Hello, Sir.
- How much to Amuroor village?

I want the real price, sir, not
some number you pluck out of the air.

- 900 rupees.
- Fine.

Colonel Nagra, if you let
Dr 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?

OK. He's clearly a stoic.

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

than we're carrying.

We'll need to get him to the Good Karma.

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

A good doctor is always
ready to improvise.

A tuk tuk? Are you serious?

The Good Karma Hospital, please.

Come on, Sir. Come.

OK. Go.

This is a joke.

Go. Go. Go. Thank you.

Help! Help! Please!

- What's her name?
- Safa.

Dr Ray.

OK. I'm just going to
check her airway, OK?

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.

OK?

Take two long, deep breaths with me, OK?

One.

And slowly and out.

And two...

And out..

OK. Perfect.

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

OK. Breathe in...

And out.

In...

.. and out.

Very good. Yeah. OK.

- Are you feeling better?
- She needs prednisolone.

And there's a nebuliser here. OK?

Help! My eyes!

Sir, over here, please.

- My eyes!
- OK. All good?

Steroids? What's the
dose? I'm only a surgeon.

- 20 milligrams. OK?
- OK.

OK, Sir, I am a doctor.

- Namaste.
- Namaste, sir.

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, Teddy?

A little matter of the heart.

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

- Really?
- Mmm.

How interesting. Would
you care to tell me more?

- I would.
- 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 go home.

OK?

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, yes?

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.
- Goodbye, sister.

Thank you for everything
you have done for me.

- Watch your head.
- 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.

- 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.
- 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?

My 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.

Let's move, boys!

That's it.

Good one.

Ooh, its a four. Well done.

Here you are, son.

Good throw! Bravo!

Four!

Thirsty, boy?

- Better?
- Thank you.

- You keep it.
- What's your name?

Edmund.

Hello, Ed Mond.

My name is Teddy.

Ted...? Your name?

Your name is Teddy?

Snap!

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

Let's have some juice.

Come on. Well played.

Well done, my friend.

Let me have that bat back.

Good. Well played. Nice bowling.

OK. So, this should be
the last one that I do.

One more flush.

Stay still if you can.

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

Ah, will we need to stay here much longer?

A while. Just to be on the safe side.

Ah if you don't mind... I have
to pick up my son from school.

- I'll be right back.
- Of course.

Mama will be back soon, OK?

- Ah, I've got it. There you go, sir.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Colonel Nagra.

Sister Rodriguez, as beautiful as ever.

And here I was hoping that
I would see out a Diwali

without your visit.

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

But if didn't come, I would miss
that sweet smile of disapproval

you give me every year.

- You better be careful, OK?
- 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.

First, 16 parts of potassium nitrate.

That's your basic explosive.

Handle with extreme caution.

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?

OK. Then it's calcium and
magnesium and barium.

Just... just a dash of each.

Gently does it.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

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.

She said she'd come back.

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? OK.

Then maybe we could wrap
you up in these bandages

and make you look like a
really scary mummy monster?

- Yes!
- Yes. Ah, Dr Gabriel?

Would you like to join us?

Yes. OK.

- So, how scary is this monster?
- Really scary, right?

- Yes!!
- Really scary!

- Like, super scary?
- Yes.

Super, super scary. OK.
Let's see what we can do.

You know monsters, they
always have a roar.

Can you roar? Roar!

Roar!

- Roar!
- Roar!

- Roar!
- Roar!

Oh, you scared me. Oh.

Aadi?

Aadi. Why were you running away?

Your father? He hits you?

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?

Hello. Madam!

Hello. Madam!

Hello.

Hey!

Hey, Madam!

What the hell do you think you are doing?

- You just abandoning your own child!
- Doctor...

I'm sorry -- I just lost my way.

I was trying to find you.

But I met some friends.

Well, I hope you had some fun, ah.

Mama!

- 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?

Can you believe this?

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

Do you want to call it a day?

Load the tubes. Check.

Connect to the controller.

Check.

Connected to the controller. Check.

Familiarise yourself with switches.

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.

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 realised he was deaf...

.. and then his sister the same...

We love our children, Dr Fonseca,
but that doesn't make it easy.

Your husband thinks

that this operation will
change that, does he?

Fix things between him and Aadi?

They belong to different worlds.

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.

And your daughter? She seems a smart one?

Yes, sharp as a tack.

Sharp enough for the
cochlear implant operation?

She could really benefit from it, too.

No, she's a girl and for her it is easier.

Aadi's our challenge.

It's five o'clock, already.

So we can take him home, yes?

Yeah. Sure.

Thank you so much.

Maybe he has gone out for some fresh air?

He's taken his rucksack.

He can't have gone far.

Do you know where he is?

I saw you arguing earlier.

Why?

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

He thhinks 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.
- Mumbai.

- Come on.
- Come. Come. Mumbai.

Off duty, right? Five minutes ago.

Officially.

OK. Place your bets.

Swallowed a firework current
favourite at two to one.

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

Trampled by stoned goats.

Last year. Twice!

Presumed overdose, BP
80 systolic, resps five.

- Jyoti.
- 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.

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.

Naloxone in.

Flushing.

We got her.

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

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

Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm looking for a boy with a rucksack.

I can't see him anywhere.
We need to find a bus.

- What are they doing?
- I don't know.

- Thanks for helping me today.
- You're a quick learner.

20 milligrams. Once a day.

Impressive...

.. for a surgeon.

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.

Ruby.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Thank you.

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

- Mumbai? Just gone.
- No!

It's alright. It's alright.
Look, the police are down there.

We'll get them to stop the bus.
He won't get far. It's fine.

- Deepak?
- Yes?

Oh, get it off me. Get...

It's just water. Do you hear me?

It's just salt water.

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 honour?

See your precious son now.

Grovelling on the floor,
crying like a baby.

Get out of my house.

She has more honour 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.

I pity you.

Ted. Hey?

I went back there.

I saw her -- Dina.

I met her grandson.

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

I welshed on the deal.

Ironic, isn't it? Court martial offence.

Sometimes it's better to remain a memory.

She's theirs, not mine.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

- 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 be 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.

OK!

Right, 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!

Do you need a match?

Oh dear, is the poor chap firing blanks?

It's meant to be fully automated.

It should be happening.

Look at that. Huh.

- O, ye of little faith.
- Well done.

Boom.

Well done, Colonel. A
little too much potassium?

What?