All language subtitles for The Good Karma Hospital s01e04.eng

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- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Language practice only, Doctor.

An educated woman like you
obsessed with soap opera, huh?

She's cheating on him, right?
With the little brother.

Wait. Or are they cheating on each other?

Do your homework, you'll find out.

Doctor, help!

Hello?

I was taking her to the
airport when she passed out.

Can you hear me? What's your name?

Has anybody actually seen Dr Walker?

No.

Well, I can't wait
forever. We're busy today.

Let's start in OPD. Dr
Nair's surgical clinic...

- Is cancelled.
- Impossible.

I sent you a memo last week.

AJ and I have a wedding to attend.

I assumed you'd just
decided to smarten up,

simultaneously, but I knew
nothing about a wedding.

Ah. Wait a minute.

I guessed as much.

Here we are.

And before you ask, Varun is
my closest and oldest friend,

so there's absolutely
positively no negotiation.

Fine, I'll just have to cope.

- Finally.
- Sorry.

They just brought someone in
-- English tourist, female.

She's fine. I've sent her for an
ECG. She's complaining already.

After she threw up on me.

Then the pleasure of treating
your countrywoman is all yours.

Dr Varma, thank you for
deciding not to abandon me,

but the reward for your loyalty

will be to cover surgical outpatients,

- alone.
- Oh, my pleasure.

- And what will you be doing?
- Good question.

Supervision, which is something
you all desperately need.

I'm sorry, she wants to
see you again, Doctor.

It seems my own advice is insufficient.

Sure. I won't be a second.

Go. Go. Go.

Come on.

Also, the water's still not
working, in my cottage.

I told them to see to it. Are you sure?

I showered in perfume again.

Is that really perfume?
I thought it was vomit.

Only it's been a week now.

Fine, I'll discuss it with them.

Although, to be honest,
it's like herding cats

with attention deficit disorder.

It seems like a basic requirement.

Fine. Complaint noted. I'll see to it.

You'll be expecting wages next.

- Doctor.
- No, not in here!

How many times? This is a hospital!

Your ECG is fine, which is a good start.

This heat can take you by surprise.

Maybe.

It's more likely to be the bloody food.

I've been warned enough times.

No salad, no ice. I just don't understand

why they can't follow a
bit of basic food hygiene.

You're here on holiday?

For my sins, yeah. Never
believe the brochure, Dr...?

Walker. Ruby.

Thank God you're English.

Nottingham born and trained.

- I am sorry about...
- Oh.

What on earth are you doing here?

Let's just say it seemed
like a good idea at the time.

At least you understand
what I'm going through.

Doctor, quick as you can, please.

Just give me a minute, OK?

Suspected vehicle collision. Hit and run.

- They didn't deign to stop.
- Is that allowed?

Of course not. Even in India
there are some rules, Doctor.

Whether people choose to abide
by them is their business.

- Mr Dave?
- Mm?

- I'm Dr Walker.
- Mm.

Does it hurt when I press here?

No.

And here?

No. It's fine.

Chest sounds clear, belly's
soft, no sign of a head injury.

You're a very lucky man, Mr Dave.

Er, Doctor...

- Look. Look at the size of it.
- What?

That is the size of a bloody blackbird.

Do you think it's poisonous?

What am I saying? We're in India.

Of course it's bloody poisonous.

I'm going to kill it.

Don't. Just shoo it out the door.

Oh, damn! Oh!

Look what you've made me do.

- Let's have a look.
- It's fine.

That's deep. It might need stitches.

- It's nothing.
- You need to get it looked at.

It could get infected in this heat,

especially if you're not strong.

- I'm fine.
- You need to get it looked at.

I'm not going anywhere.

If you're not prepared
to listen to a word I say,

you can bloody well get out
of my... Go on, bugger off.

Out.

Fracture, dislocation, open wound.

Skin is looking ischaemic.
Needs reducing right away.

So what are you waiting for?

Or are you hoping it'll drop
off and save us all a job?

You don't want to take over?

Basic orthopaedic surgery.

I believe the Chinese are already

training monkeys to do it.

OK.

We need 500mg of morphine
and 500mg of Midazolam.

Lord Ganesh.

I see you.

Bless you, sir.

Do you think he's ready?

Give him any more, we'll have
to peel him off the ceiling.

Ready?

OK, on three.

One, two,

three.

Thank you...

very...

much,

Doctor.

- Excuse me, Nurse?
- You shouldn't be here.

If you're looking for
Admissions, you need...

Bina Barros.

Oh, my God.

I've seen all your films.

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Well, maybe you can help me, darling.

Back pain is a terrible, terrible curse,

but don't worry, Mrs Barros,
we'll have you down the beach

enjoying your holiday again.

Diazepam. 10mg.

That's it. Thank you, my hero.

I just need to check with the doctors.

Huh?

- Does that hurt?
- Of course.

- Good.
- Oh!

- How about that?
- Oh, yes.

I never liked your singing,
but your acting's even worse.

If you really need diazepam,

you'd be complaining a lot more than that.

I suspect your back is fine.

No, darling, it's not. It really...

You'll get nothing without a prescription.

Please leave.

So you didn't catch any registration?

I was sweeping the sidewalk,
minding my business,

when I felt this enormous
force lifting me...

.. and a flash of light,

and then this beautiful silver
angel looking down at me.

- A silver angel?
- Then nothing but black.

So you saw an angel but not
a simple registration plate?

The shock, no doubt. Perhaps
a near-death experience?

You didn't see a registration,
but you saw God.

Mr Dave, can you feel it when I do this?

Not a scratch.

You've done a wonderful job, Dr Walker.

So what happens now?

I just need to discuss
something with Dr Fonseca.

Doctor?

Wait. I'm so sorry.

- Don't worry, darling.
- Could you, please?

No need.

My pleasure, darling.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

Amputation?

The foot is critically ischaemic.

The results confirm it.

Probably a popliteal laceration

- at the time of the accident.
- So we just repair it?

Dr Nair is good but
he's no vascular surgeon.

Thank you for reminding me, but it's true.

This procedure I cannot carry out.

Only a specialist can do this.

I'm sorry, but AJ and I...

Yeah, go. We can deal with this.

Then I'll prepare the transfer to Kochi.

I'm sorry, Dr Walker,
it's not that simple.

I understand Mr Dave has no insurance.

He sweeps streets for a living,

so unless he found a policy
lying on the side of the road...

A repair like this costs
thousands, so without funds

or insurance, the best we can
do is a good, clean amputation.

So he loses his leg because he's poor?

There must be something else we can do.

There's no choice. Want me to talk to him?

No. No, he's my patient.

I should tell him.

It'll be happy hour in half an hour.

I need a drink.

Then, sir, you have
come to the right place.

I'll be the judge of
that. I want a warm pint,

a proper beer, in a straight glass.

Sadler's?

- Bloody hell.
- Allow me.

Uh-oh. Allow it to
settle first. Savour it.

- You're not from round here.
- Dudley, born and bred.

Let me guess. Aston.

Close enough.

Christ, you travel
halfway around the world

and still get served by a bloody Yam Yam.

Cheers.

Cheers.

- It's a bit early for that, no? - Ha!

It's for him. His
daughter's getting married.

Trust me, he'll need a drink.

Wow. Mumbai has been good to him.

Well, he is Mumbai's
premier vascular surgeon.

- Rambo!
- Varun.

Oh, my God. What's
happened to all your hair?

You must be a worried man, no?

Don't worry, I know
someone who can fix that.

Come, come. So you still play Ping-Pong?

Er, I'm afraid not.

AJ, your father and I
were on the school team,

national champions, but
he could never beat me.

- That's right.
- Here, come this way.

- Ping-Pong?
- Mm.

So what do you think?

Absolutely stunning, Varun.

You see this, AJ?

All this is possible if you work hard.

You know, money...
cannot buy you happiness,

but it can buy you a
nice little summer house.

It's so good to be back!

AJ...

Here's a little something for you.

I know you enjoy a good malt.

- I'm afraid I've given up.
- Have you?

Yes, but I'm sure someone
else will, er, enjoy that.

And for the evening entertainment,

Bina Barros.

The wife insisted.

You have to make it happen, no?

Now it's one down, one to go.

Ah, my beautiful Aisha.

I just need a brave man
to take on my Samira now.

What the hell is happening?!

Ah, AJ, you recognise that
racket, huh? Come, come.

Where are the pillows? Where
are the rest of the things?

That's Samira?

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You should go and say hello, AJ.

Girls, spark it up, finish your
rehearsal. What are you doing?

What are these doing here?

Oh. Thank God you're here.

You were supposed to be
here two bloody hours ago.

Hm? Anyway, tell your
guys to keep the food

by the drinks table there

and did you get the extra rice?

Samira, it's me, AJ. Remember?

When we were ten, you
used to have ponytails.

I used to sneak up behind you and...

Ah, yeah, I remember.

What happened to the glasses?

And the, er...

I decided to change,

but you, you look exactly the same.

Thanks.

I told... I told you to
finish the rehearsals.

Are you OK?

Oh. No, it's just a sprain. Nothing.

Maybe I could take a look. You
know, I work at a hospital.

- You're a doctor?
- A paramedic.

Sort of.

I drive the ambulance.

Oh, at least you can drive.

Jeez, you guys. I told
you to stop doing this.

He just accepted the amputation,

like I was suggesting
removing his wisdom teeth.

You'll get used to it.

There's a certain nobility to fatalism.

There's really nothing we can do?

Not unless we find the driver.

- You can't come in.
- I've been waiting back there

for over an hour. What
kind of hospital is this?

Yours, I believe.

I've tried to explain that
any patient refusing treatment

- must sign a waiver.
- I am not signing anything.

I'm sorry for the delay,
I was called away,

but I can see you immediately if
you just go back to your room.

Can you chase up the blood results?

- Yes, Doctor.
- Quickly.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

I don't think this is necessary.

This scar -- you've had
an operation recently?

Yeah, about a month ago,
back in the UK. Just routine.

Routine?

This is a kidney transplant, correct?

It's fine. No complications.

This trip was to help me try and
recuperate, a treat for myself.

Dr Walker. I'm sorry.

There's a delay on bloods.

- Another hour at least.
- That's ridiculous.

- I can't stay that long.
- I'm afraid you'll have to.

Are you taking anti-rejection drugs?

Of course I am.

Your immune system may
be weaker than normal.

Any infection could quickly
become extremely serious.

I need to check a few things,
keep you under observation.

I'm OK.

Really.

I'm sorry, but under the circumstances

I absolutely insist.

And how do you deal with all of it?

I have to admit, it is tough.

Oh, not this. All the rest of it.

The bloody chaos, heat,

insects, people jabbering
in your ear the whole time.

I find the secret is
just to go with the flow.

The thing about India is
you have to be flexible,

take what comes, don't try
and fight it all the time.

It's what the locals do, anyway.

Intrinsically flexible people.

You know they have a
specific god for everything?

- Is that right?
- Life, death,

luck.

You name it, they've got a god for it.

Except premature ejaculation.

But he's coming any minute now.

Are you quite sure you're all right, love?

I'm fine, my darling.

Oh. It's just the sun.

It's quite unbearable.

I don't know how you can stand it.

You look very familiar.

Fine. Show me your hand.

Are you all right?

I haven't a clue, mate.

So that's what she told you?

I admit it seems a bit strange.

A procedure like that

and then coming all the
way to India on her own.

Strange is the word.

But luckily, one of us
was not born yesterday.

And so you were operated on where exactly?

My local hospital in Leeds.

And the name of your surgeon?

I can't recall.

And this procedure happened when?

A few weeks ago, by the
age of this wound, huh?

- Yes, but...
- Yet you can't

remember the man who operated on you?

Perhaps it was a woman.

You know what? I want to leave now.

Of course you do, because
I think you're lying.

This procedure was done right
here in India, wasn't it?

That is an outrageous suggestion.

But still I believe it to be the truth.

How much did it cost you, huh?

A few thousand? Or did you get a bargain?

It's not true.

You can't prove anything.

I don't want this man
treating me any more.

Listen, what you have done is a crime, OK?

So that's fine by me. I'm very happy

to leave you in Dr
Walker's... capable hands.

Make sure she's fit enough
and then discharge her.

Oh...

Bina Barros.

She's playing at Varun's wedding
and you almost killed her.

I thought she was already dead.

She nearly did, the way you drive.

Come on, now, help me lift her.

Ma'am.

Slowly.

The blood reports for
your patient, Doctor.

My apologies for the delay.

The laboratory called
them through urgently.

Thank you.

That's impossible.

The tests we've done strongly suggest

acute rejection of the transplanted organ.

No. No, they promised
me it would all be OK.

We can help. Your immune system

is trying to attack the new
organ. It's not too late.

We can offer basic treatment here.

Liars.

Liars and cheats.

I mean, it was supposed to
be a perfect match, right?

Because I signed a contract
and they assured me

that it would all be OK.

I know how distressing this must be.

Don't you dare put your
disgusting hands on me.

I'm sorry.

Don't either... No, don't
either of you touch me.

I want you to keep your voice down, madam.

You're disturbing the patients.

I can handle this.

You've just had very upsetting news.

People say things they don't mean.

Yeah.

Maybe some do,

but me, I call it as I see it,

and all I can see

right now is a filthy country

full of liars and full of cheats.

Let me tell you what I'm looking at!

A woman who has travelled to my country

to steal an organ from
another human being,

someone they've never even
met, a human being so desperate

they're prepared to sell a part
of themselves to pay their rent

and put food on their table

to allow their children to have a future.

And I'll tell you what you should do.

You should have the courage
to meet that person

and look them in the
eye and then you should

get down on your knees and thank them,

because let me tell you, madam,

you are not fit to lick their boots.

Treat her and then get
her the hell out of here.

What the hell was that about?
I told you I could handle it.

Yes, I heard you. You apologised to her.

She told you not to touch her
and you apologise to her?

No, not really. I just
needed her to calm down.

- She was emotional.
- Yeah. She insulted you.

And I said I could handle it.

It's not the first time I've
dealt with someone like this.

So you just accept it? That
how it works in England?

A woman like you allows herself
to be treated like that?

It happens and you have to deal with it.

You can't just react. You
maintain a professional manner.

Oh, I see. So I'm not professional, huh?

You screamed at a patient. My patient.

Not professional.

Well, then, Dr Walker,
for that I apologise.

Clearly I am mistaken, but I
remind you this is my country

and here a brown person
doesn't have to apologise

for the colour of their skin.

- Enough.
- Maybe you should learn it.

I said enough.

I will not accept members of my staff

having slanging matches in
the corridors of my hospital,

no matter what the provocation.

You, go and consent Mr Dave.

If you're going to cut his
leg off, get his permission.

What are you waiting for?

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Everyone deserves a holiday.

Holiday? I'm here for the duration.

Or at least...

My wife's sick. Maggie.

Cancer.

- Terminal.
- I'm sorry.

Really.

Should've gone home weeks ago,

but she's got it in her head
that she wants to stay here.

You know the worst of it?

There's nothing I can do.

I'm a practical man, you know?

The sort that takes care of things.

I can fix a boiler,

but I can't fix this.

Does she want you to, fix it?

Who knows?

She likes it here?

Loves it.

Mad for it.

Well, then, maybe that's
the best you can do.

Whisky?

Yeah.

It's so sad. Fame and fortune
takes a heavy toll sometimes.

Get her a drip, a vitamin shot

and some painkillers. Nothing too strong.

I need to make a phone call.

Varun is going to be a very worried man.

They're about to consent
your husband for surgery.

I understand. Thank you.

My husband's a fool, Dr Walker,

but he's a good man.

We were about to start
something together...

.. and I know how this world is.

If he cannot walk, he cannot work,

and we have nothing.

I'm sorry.

I wish there was something I could do.

- Rambo!
- I'm sorry I had to call you.

- What happened?
- Your wedding singer is here.

- Huh?
- Bina Barros.

- What's wrong with her?
- We found her at the roadside.

He said when the car hit
him he saw a silver angel.

It has to be him. He's
the one who hit Rasik.

You've brought me gold. Now
I'll show you how to spend it.

The whole idea is preposterous.

I don't agree. I think the
evidence stacks up rather well,

but heaven forbid I should be accused

of running a kangaroo court.

We must ensure this is fair.

Dr Walker, please inform
the police immediately.

Yes, Dr Fonseca.

I think they should assess the
evidence and let them decide.

No, no, please. Let's not be too hasty.

Obviously, this is a
rather awkward situation.

Perhaps I should go and
see the poor fellow first,

talk to him?

Follow me.

Argh!

I agree. Likely popliteal laceration.

- Argh!
- It's tricky, but...

You have a theatre free?

Prepped for a below-knee amputation.

Mr Dave, my name is Dr Varun Kapoor.

I'm an experienced vascular surgeon

and with your permission

I would like to try and save your leg.

Go on, say it, Dr Walker.
I know you want to.

He hit him and now we just
allow him to get away with it.

Sometimes, the wise
woman sees a compromise

and grabs it with both hands,

and if someone does tell the
police, then I will fire you

and that's a promise.

I'm so sorry it has come to this.

For someone so talented
to end up like this...

I suppose it is a sickness of sorts.

Darling, you think I'm a drinker,

- a common alcoholic.
- We can help,

advise a support group.

An alcoholic?

You must believe me, I've
never touched a drop in my life

until today, but what else could I do?

Your doctor just won't give
me what I need to perform.

If only there was something
else I could take,

or someone I could turn to.

Varun assures me he had no
idea he clipped the gentleman.

Clipped? A compound spiral fracture

is hardly the result of a glancing blow.

I had to stop Dr Walker
from calling the police.

Of course, she now thinks
I'm a cynical harpy.

Please, surely that's not necessary.

Most people would consider it compulsory.

It's his daughter's wedding, Lydia.

You should see up there --
the guests, the servants,

the whole family. And
now he has Bina Barros

lying comatosed in the ward.

Surely the poor man has
things on his mind.

- Pity it wasn't the road.
- His daughter, Lydia.

The biggest week in his life.

My God, Lydia, I tell
you, if you had children

you would understand.

Look what the cat dragged in.

You're pissed.

And you, my dear, are sober,

but in the morning I will be beautiful.

Anyway, I thought we were supposed

to be enjoying ourselves.

We are, just not usually this early.

I went for a walk. I got you something.

Hold on.

You found me a shell.

I thought you'd like it.

I do like it.

In fact, I'm going to put it here,

pride of place.

- I'm sorry.
- I know.

It's OK.

Let's not fight any more.

Not now.

OK.

I am pissed.

I know.

Oh!

So, Varun, I believe
you have saved his leg.

I'll stake my reputation on it.

You know, if you really
want to get away from here

and taste the bright lights,
you could come and join me.

- In Mumbai?
- Why not?

Now that the hospital has
got so big, my real problem

is keeping control of my staff.

I need someone I can trust,
someone to keep them in line,

manage costs, that sort of thing.

- Like an administrator?
- Maybe.

But, no, no, we'll give
you a proper title, huh?

How does Deputy Chief Executive sound?

Well, give it some thought, eh?

Careful, Ms Barros. Careful.

OK, slowly, slowly.

Slowly. OK.

OK, OK.

I shouldn't have said what I did.

It was unkind.

There. All's well that ends well, eh?

Please come to the
party. You're all invited.

Thank you, but I have
work to do, as do my staff.

I've just finished my
shift. If I could, I'd love

to watch Ms Barros.

Well, then you shall come to the ball.

Wonderful, wonderful.
Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, my old friend,
you really saved me.

No problem, no problem.

- And I'll see you later, OK?
- Yes, you will.

And don't forget about my offer.

OK?

Doctor?

Look, what I said was unforgivable

and I want to apologise.

So my kidneys failed ten years ago.

They just stopped working.

Acute glomerulonephritis.

Still can't spell it.

They told me it wasn't my fault,

it was nothing I'd done.

I didn't smoke, I didn't drink,

but that was it -- dialysis.

Three times a week back
in that little room

with that sodding machine whirring away.

They put me into a prison
and I'd done nothing,

but that's what it felt
like for ten years.

The steroids I gave you
should stop the rejection,

at least long enough for you to get home.

With the right treatment,

there's every chance they can save it.

- The police?
- They'll be informed

in the morning.

I think there's a flight tonight.

Him! Him!

How are you?

- Drink, Dad?
- Hm?

Can I get you a drink?

I don't think anyone's had your whisky.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Thank God! I was beginning to think...

You can have them.

But you don't need them.

Please, listen to me first.

When I was a child, I heard your words

more than my parents'.

I knew your voice better than theirs.

When I was studying, I listened
to nothing but your songs.

So many lonely nights.

But they made the world
seem full of possibility,

like I could do anything.

So can you.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Bina Barros!

Come on, everybody!

Bina, we love you!

This is what she does.

And then she turns up and
she does this and that.

A-ha! Here come the party boys!

I could tell you a few
stories about these two.

If you think Samira's a bully now,

you should have seen
what she did to this boy

when he was six.

- I remember...
- Oh!

It's OK, it's only a bit of water.

- AJ.
- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's OK, darling.

I'm so sorry. So sorry.

That's a seat-belt bruise.

Is it?

Tell me the truth.

Samira likes to take a
little drive in the mornings.

It clears her head.

Come on, she's about
to finish college, huh?

No point in wrecking her future

over a little thing like this, is there?

Little thing?

Yes. You're a father. You understand, huh?

- Rambo. Rambo!
- Come on, AJ.

Leaving so soon, Rambo?

Rambo! Rambo!

She apologised.

I told her to go home.

She should be arrested.

Maybe.

Wait.

I, erm,

I thought about what you said

and you were right about... about me.

All my life I've had to
listen to stuff like that,

all the comments, the little things.

Sometimes just abuse, to be honest.

And I just take it, turn the other cheek,

maybe because I've
always wanted to fit in.

When Marcus and I were together,

we'd walk into a pub
and I could almost hear

what they were thinking.

"What's he doing? Why is he with her?

Couldn't he find himself
a white girlfriend?"

You shouldn't let it get to you, huh?

Not then and... and not now.

I know, you're right,

and this is your country.

I don't know, maybe now it's mine, too.

Maybe.

You should try it, you know?

Righteous anger.

It clears the head.

And the sinuses.

So do you give lessons?

You couldn't afford me, you know.

That looks absolutely disgusting.

Like so many things in life,

it tastes better than it looks.

Cheers.

You know the drill.

You really are ashamed of me, aren't you?

My fault for consorting with a
barely functioning alcoholic.

One day I'll meet a woman who
appreciates me for who I am.

Good luck with that. Just
remember to feed her unicorn.

Oh.

I thought you were at the wedding.

I was, but then I decided to have a drink

with a friend instead, if she'll have me.

Ah.

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