All language subtitles for Bramwell. Series 1 Episode 3

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Hansens.

Kar SVG teach us who we!

Who needs a, or, is there some sort of...

Jonathan 50innies,

Is this your home?

Have you're telling your heads?

It's all right, Matt.

Devil makes work for idle hands.

Fill up the idle hands.

Good afternoon.

I'm Dr. Brownwell from the Friftam Firmery.

As you may know, tuberculosis is endemic in this area.

A lot of consumption around here.

Who is it?

If we might come in.

We're in a state, Miss.

Who the hell is this?

The lady Doctor from the New East.

No, I'm not.

Bertie.

He's a costamungamis.

Starts at dawn, knocks off in you afternoon.

She's got to do with you.

Doctor's performing a medical service.

She's looking for consumption birds.

You'll not find any here.

I'll come back when your husband's sober.

I haven't had a drop for days.

You pompous cuck!

It's his chest, Miss.

Makes him short.

Come on.

Sit up.

Your name?

Armstrong, Miss.

I'll be back when I've tested his sputum.

In the meantime, open that window, get some of these covers off the bed to cool his fever,

and throw away those rags.

Cleanliness costs nothing.

You show your pinch-lipped face here again.

I'll have the flesh off your back!

Initials will do.

VA.

Dreadful, man.

How is wife tolerates him?

Oh.

Yeah!

Yeah!

There's a blockage on one side of the heart.

The other chambers have an interrupting rhythm.

The blood builds up.

And according to you, let's know real problem.

Teprarily, of course.

But if it's possible for a normal beat to be restored.

Isn't it that I argue with?

One day, electricity will save life.

I'll have to get it.

I'll have to get it.

I'll have to get it.

I'll have to get it.

I'll have to get it.

I'll have to get it.

I'll have to get it.

The electricity will save lives.

So it will.

If only we explore the possibilities.

Oh, prim will.

There you are.

Oh, good lord.

Prill away, George.

Hug the damned thing.

The fatal mistake letting in non-medical members.

Oh, Mr. Grimes.

What an unexpected pleasure.

This scientific paper of yours.

Electromasart and its reinvigorating effects.

That's awfully dull stuff, do you blame, and I'm afraid?

No, no, no, no, not at all.

That's fascinating.

Fascinating.

And all those symptoms, you know?

Has Drew?

I've got all of them.

Every single one.

Rice skin, palpitations,

Blue nails, impotence.

I don't think this is quite the place to discuss these things, Mr. Grimes.

Ah, no, no, no, you're right.

Your consulting room is in.

When?

Later?

Good.

I have boxed the finest mines in Europe.

But this is the answer.

Right here under my nose in London.

Electric therapy.

If they'd only let some fresh air into their houses.

Oh, yeah.

There's only one way to cure tuberculosis in that slum.

Let's raise the place for the ground.

So we let them die and shake our heads in despair.

I have to do more than that.

If I could just improve conditions so that the disease stops spreading.

Well, then you could stop the tide coming in.

The sun rising and the rain falling.

You should look at the new science seminar.

That's where the future lies.

For those with money to burn on fancy equipment.

You should speak to Joe Marshm.

He's all for technology and science.

Is it Rice pudding again, Kate?

Ah.

You're an astronaut.

No, no, no.

The children we tested seem unaffected, which is a blessing.

But our bad-tempered friend.

Yes, definitely.

Tuberculosis.

If they will live like beasts.

Thank you, Daniel.

A 24-hour soap before you wash them, please.

You won't find one open window or one sweat room in that building.

Before the advice you gave them yesterday.

You try them in the window and you're already freezing.

Makes a lot of sense, that does.

And if the treatments are success, I'll be your living advertisement.

Brief deeply, please.

Oh, what have you got to lose?

You want to do your own research?

I am willing to be your guinea pig.

You can fasten your shirt now.

You know, basically well.

Before your age.

The genius in here knows no age.

I need a body to match this brain.

I want a full course of treatment, as recommended in your article.

Not just a minute.

I did not actually recommend anything.

I merely pointed out the crying need for more research.

Then stop crying.

I'll pay you to do your research.

A good deal, that.

I have your article. I could employ anyone.

Mr. Grimes, I'm happy to treat you.

As long as you understand, I can't promise anything.

Right.

All benefits are, after all, improved.

It can't prove God, but we know he's there.

Quite.

When do we start?

It's coming!

Is that Tony? It's coming!

The old band, the naughty dog!

Has anyone in your family ever suffered from tuberculosis?

Piss off.

He forbids it, Miss. Mention his family.

Consumption can be passed. Some family is a subject to the disease.

She's all right. She's never had a day's sickness in her life.

Your family, Mr Armstrong.

I have no family.

We need to know if you contracted this disease here, or if you inherited it.

You do, do you?

Oh, face frickin' cow!

I need to examine him properly. I'll come back quick.

If you won't even talk to me, there's little I can do to help you.

Good.

Annie, where are you going?

I need to know as much as possible to complete the diagnosis, if you want the doctor to help him.

And we do have you and your child to think of. You don't want the baby ill.

Well, now he's like got money. The steward-owned strong's. He was an officer.

Not that he was an officer in the King's regiment. That's a well-known mess.

I'd better say to him.

I'll be busy most of the time with my usual appointments.

But if you can be available for an hour a day, I'll squeeze it in between the East London and the thrift somehow.

It won't be worth your while.

You're more ways than one.

Cutting out of science, Martian, is he the theory is that with age, the nerve roots of the body become sluggish.

Now, it may be that with electricity we can shock the nerves awake.

Rejuvenate the whole organism. What the hell do we do with these?

Does Mr. Graham's complaint of constipation, where he complains of everything, then you may get the opportunity to find out.

I'll hold the saddle for you.

No thank you miss.

Kate, come on. Bicycling is such fun. Such freedom. Why won't you even try?

I can't save me, Selena.

Why not?

Why not, Kate?

You know, Miss. You know.

What?

I'd best get these down to the scullery.

Oh, Kate. You won't lose your virtue on a bicycle.

Unless it's a tandem.

If I'm dying, I'm well pleased. I want no interference.

Please sit down, catch your breath.

She told me she'd been blabbing to you. No more snooping. No poking and prying. And no bullying Annie behind my back.

I expect you to do all the bullying that poor woman can bear.

What?

I believe you're a Stuart Armstrong.

I'm not a woman.

I'm not a woman.

I'm not a woman.

No matter what you bear.

What?

I believe you're Stuart Armstrong.

I'm sure your family would hate to think of you in these circumstances.

They'd hate to think of me at all, Miss Brabbyne.

Come on you.

out.

Wait, Mr. Bentley.

I'm used to seeing people die, because they live in conditions your family wouldn't keep a dog in.

But to see someone who could recover, turn his back on life and family.

How do you expect your wife and child to live when you're dead?

You're dead.

Let me pass.

Whatever mistakes you've made to bring you to this sad state,

I'm sure your family will forgive and forget.

I'm happy as dead.

Leave the pickings for the living.

Mr. Bentley, nurse car, quickly please.

I've got some more opium in case he becomes breathless again.

You'll need to lock up the cupboard.

And if his wife comes,

just tell her we've taken him to his family.

You can hardly return into that slum.

You best take this.

You know how opium makes them puke.

I can feel only the mile-ish tingling in my fingers,

even before that contraption's working.

Well, it's not supposed to send your eyebrows

and tell you no nose black.

Of course it's working. Look at the dials.

The amperage and voltage are in perfect balance.

And the electro-resistance of your body

has reached a very satisfying peak.

That's it?

You've had the recommended initial dose, Mr. Grimes.

You really mustn't expect immediate results.

Your heart beat has strengthened, your pulse is more certain,

your skin is pinker, your eyes clearer.

He's working then.

Possibly.

Your next treatment is electro-hydrotherapy.

Let's see how you've got on with that.

A charged bath.

When the electricity enters the skin through water,

it affects the whole body.

How?

I do feel invigorated.

I do.

I feel...

charged.

I've detected none of these changes

that you mentioned to Mr. Grimes.

But now I've told them about them.

They may feel so much better.

This is science of the mind.

Well, then it's best kept on your own

where it does least harm.

This is an important scientific study.

We want accurate results, not fairy tales.

Now...

How about a little malt to wash all this progress down?

I'll do it.

The red room.

We'll need a filet.

Yes, sir.

Good Lord.

All these years.

I couldn't think what else to do with him.

Close that door.

No, you did absolutely the right thing.

Is your Robert Bramworth daughter?

Best for experimental surgeon.

Kath!

Gently.

I'll get rid of the guests.

May I go up now?

Oh, yes, of course.

Clue Le, make sure the doctor has everything she needs.

Yes, sir.

I'll make my apologies.

Thank you for bringing him home safely to us.

Holding forward to the dozen chairs.

But...

What the hell?

What are you doing here, Bertie, my dear brother?

You collapsed at my infirmary.

I won't stay here.

I want my clothes.

I want a go-ho.

You can't.

Victoria Place, it's a slum.

He stands no chance whatsoever if he returns to that place.

This bastard hates me.

Bertie, my dear language.

Your very dear to us.

Liar.

Victoria Place is where I am.

Victoria Place is where I elect to be.

It's where I belong.

I've given him some opium so he should sleep.

I'll call back in the morning.

Andrew, what is all this?

A Sylvia, my dear.

You must be strong.

He's quite changed.

Bertie.

Oh my...

Bertie.

Dr. Bramwell, this is my sister-in-law.

Sylvia Stuart Armstrong.

Bertie's wife.

My brother has always been settled.

Rebellious.

At school and even later.

Consumption involves a fever, of course.

And a fevered mind is particularly emotional.

He's so thin.

And so angry.

We're happy to have him home and receiving care.

No matter how difficult it might be for the family.

But I couldn't bear anybody to see him in this condition.

I really couldn't bear it.

He's too weak for visitors at the moment anyway.

How long have you been married?

Eight years.

He went on tour with his regiment on our first anniversary

and I never saw him again.

We weren't even sure if you were alive or dead.

Just vanished off the face of the earth.

But to live in squalor and poverty.

Only three miles away while his wife worried and grieved for him.

To turn his back on all he has.

I'm sure when his health begins to improve he'll be more reasonable.

I'm so sorry to have caused you such distress.

No.

We must be glad that he's home and safe.

And pray that he'll soon be my dear Bertie again.

Sick.

You've never seen anything like it.

In the cab, Danny, self, down a carpet all over the nice satiny bed.

And they took him in.

It's a relative, isn't it?

If you believe that you're even dafter than your look.

He's the long lost brother.

And I'll tell you something else.

He's the long lost husband too.

Is that mine?

Since when did you drink out the best china?

Long lost what?

Got a nice little Mrs. All neat and proper.

Nice house, nice Mrs. Nice brother and he ends like that.

Half dead in that slum.

He must be insane.

Very nice little Mrs.

Nice little round face big eyes, loads of money.

Absolutely man.

If he was a dog you'd shoot him.

He's told everyone.

Ten years younger he says no longer impotent for a start.

Twenty years younger than surely.

He's threatening to write a letter to the lance telling everybody about the treatment.

Make sure he names you.

Could be a little go-man.

Well I'm not taking any new patience to see what long-term effects it has on our enthusiastic friend.

Oh good morning gentlemen.

You're sitting here getting older by the hour are we?

T-t-t-t-t.

This afternoon Dr. Remwell.

Look forward to Mr. Grimes.

How on suffers in the name of research?

Is a grandeur?

Is it a grandeur?

Very grand I mean.

It's a lot of palace.

Very gracious and his family were most welcoming.

Good I'm glad.

He don't mean to be someone kind miss.

No.

And you're not to worry about him. He will rally I'm sure.

Of course he will.

Miss.

Do you think I should go around here or what?

I don't think so. He's very weak, very ill.

I think it best if you try to be patient. Wait until he sends a message.

Yes Miss this best.

It won't he's any when he starts getting right.

Mr. Armstrong.

It's good to see you so much, Karma.

How do you feel today?

How long have you been coughing blood?

I need to know.

Not long.

When can I go home?

You are home.

Home with your rightful wife.

Sorry, wrong room.

Are you sure it's safe to leave him in the bath all on his own?

Perfectly. I'm beginning to doubt it has any effect at all.

Pals, temperature, blood flow. Just the same.

Nope. If there's no improvement in the week I just have to tell him it's a waste of time.

Surely not. When he's feeling so much better.

If an article claimed that smearing donkey down his head would do him good, he'd swear by it.

My excuse for exploiting the old fool.

I won't keep any client integrants any more than I lied to them.

Never have, never will.

I'll go straight up. Thank you.

I'm sure I'll find them.

I'll find them.

Oh, Mr. Emerald, thank God. Have you had anything to calm down a madman?

What's happened?

Let's do it, Alshar. I can't.

I think you're holding him too tightly.

Seal his down, zone brother. I beg her.

You wanted to walk London naked. I wanted my clothes.

They've taken my clothes.

You're not fit to walk anywhere.

Appoisingly.

Taste that much.

We don't know what to do with him next.

If I could examine him.

Look, examined by a daughter of the regiment.

A spinster's cold finger's poking a bit runny.

No, you're doing your toad.

I'm sorry, Miss Bramwell.

Cluella.

You must be cold.

Won't you get back into...

That's me!

I won't let any of you touch me.

Try not to excite yourself. I'll give you something to calm you.

I don't want to be calmed. I have to get away from here.

My job's wrong.

You can't drug me forever.

You're right. I can't do anything with him if you could just help us.

My God, you'd have paid a good soldier, Miss Bramwell.

Never ask why. Just do this, you're told.

Living as man and wife.

And the woman is about to have his child.

I didn't know how to tell you.

From bad to worse.

He seems to be oblivious to either his disease or his living conditions.

How do we know it's his child?

They've been together for more than a year. I have no reason to doubt it.

She probably thinks he's going to keep her in luxury forever.

I don't think so.

This is intolerable.

A bastard, by so...

Don't upset yourself, Sylvia.

I'm so sorry to bring this news. I didn't know what else to do.

You were absolutely right. You must take steps.

A bastard.

The woman is without support.

She has no idea your brother is already married.

Whether you decide to divorce or not, he has a moral obligation to look after.

No, no, no.

My family can never tolerate a divorce.

We can't keep him here.

We cannot keep that man under this roof.

He's a wild beast with the morals of a beast.

He should be taken into safekeeping for his own protection and for the sake of everyone around him.

Not least his poor wife and this woman.

There are hospitals.

Well, how will they contain him amongst decent invalids?

We must do something. He's ill. He needs nursing care and rest.

But he's right. I can't keep on sedating him.

Very well.

We have no choice.

He must be committed.

Your husband needs to be protected from his own worst excesses.

In an asylum, he'll get that care and protection.

Will you continue to supervise his tuberculosis treatment?

If that's what you wish.

A few are people involved in this sad affair. The better.

This really is for his own good.

We'll need another doctor to sign the committal papers.

Well, of course it's sad.

You have all the facts.

Well, then, you've made your decision and now you must trust in it.

It's harder on his family than on him.

Of course it is.

I doubt if he's even aware of what's happening to him.

Make it a rule, Eleanor. Never humor a madman.

Mr. Grabs is here for his trainer, sir.

Ah, yes. Thank you, Kate.

Ex-entricity is a noble tradition, my dear. It's very British.

Besides, he's too old to learn new tricks.

Those things are legal reasons I won't be able to give.

Those things areoling rules.

Come back.

sofa with you.

Morning, Miss.

I'll take you through, twin.

There he is, Miss.

Now are you satisfied?

What's happened to him?

You need to firm out, Miss. Not to distress yourself.

How much are they paying you?

Who?

My wife and her lover.

Doesn't she deserve better from you than that sort of terrible accusation?

Seven years, then they declare you dead.

It was there. Two marriages just out of reach.

Perhaps if you rest your voice, you'll find breathing easier.

Now you've got me in here, locked away, dying in secret unworn.

That's ridiculous. You're not dying, and this is hardly secret.

You haven't told Annie.

Just one more poor bloody lunatic dying of consumption.

If you do as your advice, there's every hope of a full recovery.

How many go from your tender care to the cemetery?

Is there somewhere I could examine him?

The lady wants to see my broosey.

You've had your time?

I haven't started yet.

Up!

I must insist.

Mr. Butcher said two minutes you've had him.

Hey!

Something never left!

Sign them out this mess!

This is your doing!

Sorry, Tracey.

You're the need to come to me here!

You can't breathe!

You can't breathe all your life's wedding days, yourself!

They're killing me!

Say you worry, Miss.

But soon, come and die!

No! No! No!

Mr Armstrong, Dr. Brownwall is here to see you soon.

I don't see what's so terrible in giving the old devil what he wants.

We'll give him one session with the apparatus turned off then when he says he feels better.

We'll tell him what we've done.

Demonstrate this mind of a matter.

I presume I'm dismissed.

Certainly not. He likes you.

So now I'm to play Bath?

I'm not.

No.

We'll devise a regime of diet and exercise.

Keep him happy.

We tell him diet will make him young whom we know it won't.

But we mustn't say this will, when there's a chance it might.

Good diet is better than nothing.

Disappointing though it is, my mind is made up.

I don't think I've made myself very clear.

They are doing absolutely nothing for his own life.

I don't think I've made myself very clear.

They are doing absolutely nothing for his own life.

He was manhandled very roughly.

I'm sorry he's causing so much trouble.

The staff must be used to worse.

The staff are brutal.

You've seen Bertie in a temper.

He's very difficult.

Can I offer you a sherry, Miss Bram?

He'd been crying.

Will you just leave him there?

My husband is aggressive, amoral and contagious.

If you can think of anywhere better suited to his particular strength than...

That sherry.

Then you must give us your account.

Lucy?

My account.

Well there are several consumptive patients at the asylum.

The staff are well able to treat Bertie.

I see.

You really have been a blessing in this whole side of her.

You will be recommending you.

It upsets me to have to tell you.

And you must be very brave.

Bertie is already married.

I'm so sorry he was married eight years ago.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Is that it?

Oh, God, I thought he was dead.

You thought he was tiny, he was dead.

And was never divorced.

He's not a free man, Annie.

Married?

Not that just married.

We had to place him in a private hospital.

I'm sorry.

An asylum.

He was very agitated.

His family couldn't control him.

I can control him.

Where have you put him?

Where he's safe and cared for?

Really, we had no alternative.

You could have sent him back to me.

He's married, Annie.

I saw that.

I love him.

He loves me.

He's not in his right mind.

Because he wants me instead of his posh family.

That makes him mad, does it?

He's disturbed.

Look how he treats you.

How?

How does he treat me?

He's never laid a finger on me.

He's...

He is...

I want to see him.

Please mistake me to see him.

I'm sorry, I can't.

I'm carrying his child.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

I'll see his family.

I'll try to arrange something for you.

Some sort of financial support.

I don't want no money.

I want him.

I should never have opened the door to you, should I?

Dr. Bramwell was seeing that Annie woman again.

I won't have anything to do with her living in sin.

Why, I thought the bloke lies through his teeth.

Having a child by a man who hardly knew without the blessing of the church.

She's no one to blame but herself.

He's the sinner, not her.

The man's mad.

Anyone can see that, but she has no excuse.

Women like her should be locked up to keep them away from decent people.

Replete with the milk of human kindness as usual, Nuskhar.

Can I interrupt your high-model flow to ask you where you've hidden the inhalations?

They're catching where they've been since we opened.

And I make no apologies for my morals.

No, I'm sure you don't.

Never mind.

She made me feel as if this is all my fault.

Because it is not murder at all.

You can't expect her to share your standards.

Poor walking woman and a privileged young lady.

Is that water boiling yet?

Nearly. I don't see myself as some privileged creature.

Healthy, well-educated, nourished.

Unlike Purani and her class.

If I'm so spoiled, I'm surprised you spend so much time in my own fernery.

I'm not criticizing you.

I wish every woman were as well-educated and not so does you are one day.

I hope there will be.

I spend my time here because, unlike others of your class, you're helping the poor instead of just pitying them.

Do you think Mr. Armstrong's mad?

Oh dear Dr. Bramwell.

What?

The man's locked up, committed, helpless.

Should you not have asked that question long before now?

I did.

Of course I did.

I'm just still not sure.

So do you lock some up anyway?

Excuse me.

I have the legal right to continue to see my patient.

Your superintendent gave me permission.

He said he was to be refused.

I can wait while you ask him.

Two minutes then.

Same as last time.

Stop there.

I'll get the key.

I'll get the key.

I'll get the key.

How long have they had you in this thing?

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Oh!

My hat was...

Oh my God, my hands.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

It will go for a swim in the supine type of fall, lunch.

Brisk and invigorating.

So you feel a definite improvement?

Oh certainly, certainly.

I was very livery-ish when I woke up and felt every one of my ears.

But now...

Mr. Martian...

Mr. Grimes, you've not had electrophoterepy today.

Nonsense, nonsense.

Look at me.

You're not connected.

I've come to realize that this charge has no effect at all on your well-being.

Then increase it.

Turn up the charge.

I can't do that.

You're eight or seven years old.

For God's sake, start acting your age.

It's true, sir.

All you've had today is a hot salt bath.

You can't do this.

I'm paying for this new treatment.

But with very particular and new bath salts from Germany.

Germany?

Bad and bad, and I believe.

Bad and bad?

And they're absolutely new?

Yes.

And the advantage is that you can have a treatment every day.

It is, after all, what you want.

Bad and bad.

Good.

Good.

Try to calm down.

Try to breathe deeply and slowly.

I came home.

Found them together.

I'll give you the stimulant to help ease your breathing.

So Annie looks after me now.

I know.

Be all right, of course, if I wasn't the eldest son.

Oh, yes.

I'm the heir.

Haven't you realized?

That's why they've got me in here.

Andrew's afraid I'll return and claim everything for me and my bastard.

All done, then, Miss?

Get me out of here.

Take me with you.

Talk to the superintendent.

You won't listen.

I'll die in this bloody place.

No, I'll have you released, but it may take a few days.

Now, then, Miss, it's kinder if you don't promise things.

You won't be delivering.

And it's us that has to deal with attentions when your soul goes away.

It's the answer.

Here's some money.

Take it.

Go to the thrift.

Hello!

Hi!

Hello.

Oh, my god, look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Hi!

Hi!

Oh!

Oh, my god, look!

Hi!

Hi!

Hi!

Hi!

Hi!

You insisted on going into his room.

You removed his restraint.

Into his cell.

And it was a straight decision.

And now the madman is loose thanks to you.

Birdie had lost the feeling in his arms.

He couldn't breathe properly.

He is consumptive.

My daughter's first due to preserve the life of her patient.

You'll hear more of this, assisting a committed man to escape.

Where is he now?

I have no idea.

Major Armstrong, your brother ran away from me quite as much as he ran away from the asylum.

You may have noticed that he doesn't trust me.

And for once I find myself in agreement with him.

If he's run back to his slum, we'll have to be able to get him.

Run back to his slum, we'll find him.

Is this man dangerous?

No. He's a bit of a fool, but he's not mad.

But the next one may be.

Eleanor...

You have no experience of the world you're entering.

There are wicked people everywhere, Father.

One of them just left this house.

I've got the window open in our room like the doctor said, ready for you coming home.

Not for a while, Annie.

Your heart is weaker and the congestion is worse.

Not that I mean much good, has it?

Being in your tender care.

And I dare say I've lost my job.

You can't work. You've got a rest bird.

What do you starve?

A few more days of bed rest at least, and then we'll think about the future.

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

I wish you both just face the truth and be done.

Is it your mother? Is she you?

Is it Mr. Marshall, as he said, Sametia?

I want my tears on him.

No, it's that poor man. Mr Armstrong. And that poor woman.

What, the mad man and the slut?

I never caught him that. I didn't Mr. Bentley.

Maybe I was a little.

Grill?

Hey, Steve.

To watch someone slipping away like that.

I'm gonna get some wood for the fire.

Am I a hard woman, Mr. Bentley?

It's off the shit, love.

That's not the treatment completed, Mr. Grimes.

You're your kettest.

Oh, my God.

Telegram from Baden Baden, Mr. Grimes?

We have enough salts on the way to last you.

A lifetime?

I've sent it out to the coroner, so you can take the body straight there.

Yes, sir.

87, father. It's not going to come as a shock to anyone.

You might have waited till he was in the club.

You don't see any patients in the club.

You don't see any patients in the club?

I don't see any patients in the club.

I don't see any patients in the club.

You don't see any patients now, will you, Ellen?

Dr. Brownwell.

I must talk to you.

You're consulting room, Ellen.

We have nothing to say to each other, Mrs. Armstrong.

I'll take the lady into the parlor and say your nothing's in there.

I don't believe you for one moment.

I think you know exactly where that man is.

I've already told you.

But I'm very glad you do.

As you obviously know, Major Armstrong and I are in love, we want to marry.

So you'll sue Bertie for a divorce?

I haven't seen Bertie for six years.

There was a poor man who claimed to be my husband, but he was sick and deluded.

As a charitable act, I've opened a bank account for him.

In the name Bertie Strong, it contains 100 pounds,

and another 100 will go into it every year for as long as my husband is missing,

for as long as he's dead.

A hundred a year for the heir to the Armstrong fortunes,

which my husband always took great delight in despising.

It should be enough for Mr. Strong to get the fresh air and good food you claim that he needs.

I'm sure that he'll be more than satisfied with the arrangements.

Him and his wife?

You could have made a small fortune with it.

Look at all the people Grimes told about this wonder therapy.

They'd pay whatever you choose to ask.

Until the hearing's dead.

But at a good age, I'm not as a result of the electricity.

Now Mr. Marshall, I thought there's a miracle just waiting to be found.

I was wrong.

Oh well. Back to the sick and the poor.

Still, this isn't real medicine, is it?

And that's what I trained for.

Sorry, sir. I didn't mean...

Don't worry, Marshall.

My daughter says worse.

Much worse.

And a small house in Margate, if we find one we like.

You must find a physician there, Mr. Armstrong.

Mr. Strong.

Master.

Well, we'll see.

With the right treatment, you may still recover.

Your carriage is here.

You ready, woman?

Goodbye, honey. I'll be thinking of you both, and your baby.

Thanks, everything, Miss.

Bad, too, Dr. Franwell. Unnecessary.

Yes. I am, sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I am, sorry.

Wow, for the ungrateful.

If he dies, I'll have hastened his death by putting him in that place.

And if he lives, I'll have made his recovery that little bit harder.

Strip his bed and boil the sheets, Nurse.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.