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Company service.

We won't get as a university professor.

Not out on our sister, I'll meet.

No, Mr. Bentley is perfectly acceptable.

It's just that there is room for improvement.

As in most things round here.

Mrs. Prothero donated it.

Cheerful little thing, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Right!

Anybody else not bleeding or dying?

Get off home and come back tomorrow.

Mm-mm.

It's working on the underground buried in a land slide for giraffes.

Any pin at home?

Good evening. You been in the wars?

I can't feel anything, Doctor.

I'm one patient, I won't be complaining about my cold hands.

Hold you, Wolf.

16, sir.

Playing big lad. Strong as an ox, I bet.

Yes, sir.

Got my man's wages next week.

We'll make a note of that.

Come to you when we need a few, Bob.

A reflex hammer, please, Nuss.

We really should shut the doors earlier.

I'm sure there aren't any queues at the East London hospital at this time of night.

We're not the East London.

And you'd hate it if we were.

Why?

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Why?

The bigger we are, the more people we can help.

Why be content with six beds when we could have 16?

Or 60?

This isn't a sewing circle.

It can't just pack everything away tidally at tea time.

And if we had 600 beds, I'd still be people waiting at the end of the day.

600?

That really would be a monument to my husband's memory.

It doesn't matter how young he is of his spine's gone.

It's a death sentence at any age.

But we don't know yet.

We can't keep him here indefinitely, Nuss.

A good night's sleep and we'll see how you are in the morning.

Broken neck by the looks of it.

But there's a deal of bruising so I can't be sure.

Any other fractures?

None obvious, but with no feeling, so many injuries.

We'll just have to wait for the bruising to go.

It could take days.

We have people needing operations.

Then we could put him in an ex-radiography machine.

A beg your pardon, lady Peters?

Then you could look through the flesh into the very bone.

I learned all about it last night at dinner.

Ex-radiography?

It's a technique to reveal a living skeleton with no surgery.

I've read a paper.

Sir Herbert has a machine at East London.

I'm sure he has. He loves his new gadgets.

It's just patience he has no time for.

And female doctors.

Well, he's seeing me tomorrow. I could ask him if we may borrow it.

It's a massive contraption.

All you need is a little imagination, Mr. Marchum.

Even the wildest imagination couldn't see Sir Herbert helping us.

Too much work, dear lady. Too much bookkeeping and administration.

I enjoy it.

All I would if I could only settle this silly colic.

You are not always intended for what we enjoy.

You gentle souls on the discharge side, especially.

Ah, a milkhead diet.

Beef tea.

Rest.

And no more worrying.

And the pain?

Yes, I'll give you some lot, Nen.

Pain, you know.

His nature's warning, Bell. It's telling you not to work so hard on this charity of you.

You'll never call it an infirmary, will you?

Much as Miss Bramwell would like it to be one, wishing we'll not make it so.

She's doing her best in very difficult conditions.

And who's to blame for that, Prey?

She had the best of everything at the East London hospital, but no.

She has to set up on her own and write on my doorstep.

Well, the venture, apparently, thrives.

Of course it does.

A credit to the training you gave her.

I was wondering, dear Sir Herbert, now don't look at me like that.

I only look at you like this when you talk to me like that.

You're going to ask me for something.

No, I'm not.

Well, not on my own behalf.

Oh, my lips are red.

After looking at your bones, we'll get your hair dread trying to cure you, this football nonsense.

I have to be up by Saturday, Dr. Clappen Rose is in the cup final.

All this sneaking in early isn't necessary.

Sir Herbert really was most accommodating.

I'm sure he was delighted to have me returning Captain Hand.

Would you needn't be here, Mr. Marshallman, I can manage.

Oh, he'd love that.

Poor foolish Miss Bramwell frightened to show her face.

He never turns up until mid-morning.

We won't have to see him.

Here we are.

Allow me.

Look at this.

Quite a stitch.

Dr. Marshall, Miss Bramwell, good morning to both.

Gentlemen, here we have a possible broken spy.

And this unfortunate fellow was taken to a local...

Well, what would you call your little charity, Miss Bramwell?

It's an infirmary.

Yes, of course it is.

A small infirmary.

I know the one, sir.

I was saying only the other day that building would have made an excellent radio x-ray department.

And so it would.

Well, this young man could have received the treatment he needs in a properly scientific environment.

But Wolf has no money, so I doubt if you'd have seen him at all.

Unless you've changed your rules.

Isn't there a rule about women doctors in the operating theatre, Sir Herbert?

Oh, come, come, Mr. Caslow, let's not be ungracious.

I'm just saying, sir.

And she was the one to mention rules.

Well, well, you may be right.

You see, Miss Bramwell, after your dismissal, the board decided no more ladies, so perhaps you'd better wait outside.

Sir, you must.

Mr. Caslow, the door.

Now, this poor fella has a broken spy.

We are still not sure of that, Sir Herbert.

Quite.

Which is precisely why you brought him to me, Dr. Marshall.

Mr. Bram, may we please have the setting at maximum and the plate under his neck, if you please.

Can't fit, does it?

At this very moment, invisible rays are bombarding the patient's body, in this case the neck, and are imprinting an image on the glass plate below.

Am I correct?

Yes, sir. It's been ten minutes, sir.

Now, since this patient feels no sensations, we must make the best possible use of him.

We'll have upper torso, lower torso, and abdominal x-rays too, if you please, Mr. Bram.

There's a recommended limit to cathode ray exposure.

We are in the forefront of the battle, Mr. Bram, the vanguard.

And besides, I have students to teach.

Kindly reposition for the upper torso, if you please, sir.

And why must we frozen?

I can't feel the thing, Miss.

I don't care how nice he was to you, he tricked his patients like sides of beef.

Sir Herbert is a well-respected physician.

Arrogant and determined to slight his at every turn.

Please, I have a lord in him, headache.

Barely slept, Sir Herbert says I need calm and rest, and he knows with the after burning a damn great hole in Will's chest.

Never again.

We'll do without cathode rays in the future.

You didn't have a fracture spine before he's probably got one, though.

Well, we got was a blurred mess, which even the engineer couldn't understand.

Well, that is spine's broken or not. We can't discharge him with that bone.

Is that his dressing?

Have you seen it, Dr. Bramwell? How could they do that to him?

It wasn't, were any of us intended, Noss?

Exploration of the body by cathode ray. It's a new science.

Eventually, Sir Herbert will master it, after a fashion.

The Knighthood did wonders for his reputation.

Sir Pityon couldn't make him a better surgeon.

Well, he used to be good. People remember that.

Yeah, that's some influence.

You should learn from Lady Peters. Pamper the man's ego and he'll eat out of your hand.

A nauseating thought to him the day with. Thank you, Father.

Lady Peters, I thought you were resting today.

I have brought a long, old friend to see all the good we're doing.

Well, well. Here we are, Miss Bramwell.

Sir Herbert.

I had to come because I was aware the other day of some coolness between us.

Were you?

I've no objection to you or any other charming young lady being in my operating theatre, but...

You know, rules are rules and chaslaries and awkward fella.

I wanted to assure you of my good wishes and fella feeling.

I see.

Sir Herbert is very intrigued by our water supply.

Yes. Three sinks and a sluice, I'm told, for only six beds.

A hygiene not just for the patients, but for the physicians.

I think I can hardly persuade any of my students to touch water at all, unless it's in whiskey.

We have the advantage of being sober most of the time.

Well now, who's going to show Sir Herbert around?

He's about to ask medical questions. Mr. Martian.

Of course. Follow me, sir.

Very lucky.

The treatment room's vast and then the ward.

I have work to do, I'm sorry.

I refuse to flirt and gush all over him.

If it helped this infirmary, I would happily flirt with the devil himself.

But I must have a cup of tea before I gush any more.

Do you know Brian's vertical suspension methods?

Oh, my pupils would be familiar with it.

These are excellent.

How's this young man?

No change, Sir Herbert.

Apart from the ban?

Holmes is the best place for him, of course.

Die with his family around him.

Isn't that my own theatre, nurse? What's in it?

Car, yes it is.

I recognise the temper.

You type this.

Part of Lord Stanley's donation.

Really? The thrift is becoming quite a fashionable cause.

No future in it for an ambitious young man, of course.

There are still as many sick people needing us now as the world when we opened.

And there always will be.

So Herbert couldn't do anything about that.

He's more likely to bar people from the place than encourage them.

Don't be so silly.

Can't the night staff do all this watching?

They do all they can.

His reputation and his pride mean more to him than anything else truly.

You have no monopoly on caring.

He's already making my life easier.

Just mention his name and doors open.

We're doing very well without him.

Yes, with two overworked doctors and an exhausted administrator you're exaggerating.

Suppose one of us should fall ill.

How would this place continue?

I have to make provision for the future, regardless of petty squabbles between professionals.

I've accepted an invitation to talk with Sir Herbert and his hospital.

Governors, on Friday morning, you, me and Mr. Marsh.

What for?

To discuss how they and we can work together for the benefit of the sick.

I'll have a glass of hot water.

Seems to be the only thing we have in plenty here.

There are two options.

We could either provide your infirmary with those facilities not yet funded by public donation,

or we could open our hospital for your use.

I rather think that the ideal would be a mixture of the two.

It sounds very interesting.

Why, suddenly, after so long on our own with no help from anyone, why are you now so supportive?

Because colleagues should support one another.

Lady Peters has shown us your accounts and there are, while transparently honest,

disturbingly amateur.

Before the situation is beyond help, I think we ought to forget our past disagreements.

Disagreements? You sacked me.

Youthful enthusiasm versus age and experience to us ever thus.

As far as you're a concert concerned, we would help with wages and overheads.

What would you want in return?

Yeah, young lady, what could you possibly offer in historic institutions such as the East London?

There is nothing in this for us, but our byword is duty and our ambition is as ever to serve.

Absolutely right.

Wages for more staff would be wonderful. We are all very tired.

Before anything happens, we will discuss it all.

Yes, of course. And when you're happy, then we'll take the thrift street annex under our wing.

An annex?

You're talking about taking us over.

Protecting you, guiding you no more just as the Empire protects many a small and needy neighbour.

How could you let it get this far?

Miss Brownwell.

And you're an agreement, obviously.

No. We must not forget your patience.

My patience had no medical care at all until I opened the thrift, and you didn't care one jot.

Miss Brownwell, there's a very great deal to discuss today.

I don't want to be part of your discussions. I need more time to think.

Time I suspect my colleagues have already had.

But can't you see what it would mean to this place if the East London were to take it over?

How long would it be before the patients had to pay?

Sir Herbert said nothing about that.

They come to us because we're free and approachable.

We wanted to be different, not just another ward of the East London.

We're working-class men are only slightly more acceptable than women,

or had you forgotten that in your eagerness to please Sir Herbert.

Only in how good are yourself.

There's bad to hear. I want to know it.

There's plenty of bad, believe me.

Not far asked, are we?

We still need to pour, one may still need a nurse.

Oh, pour to a one foot, a nurse that walked out on Sir Herbert.

Give over. Miss Brownwell won't let anyone give us the push.

She'll be faster at that door.

With Mr. Marshham giving her a hefty shove.

He's always been ambitious, even when he was just an anisotist.

We're coping. That's all but the skin of our teeth.

We need another doctor to attend night-time emergencies.

If Sir Herbert guarantees free treatment-

If, if we could believe any promise from that man,

but you know him as well as I do, I think I'm going home now.

Home? When we're in this state, sleep on my day, and I think about it.

Talk it over between yourselves, discuss it with your father.

But I'm tired.

I realise that.

Tired of what we're achieving here, wanting something altogether grander.

Bone tired and rather ill, actually, Eleanor.

But your compassion is touching.

If your earl, I suggest you consult your doctor.

I'm sure he'll be only too happy to wait on you hand and foot.

I will. Thank you.

Because that's one of the responsibilities when you work somewhere like this.

To look after yourself so that you don't let your colleagues down when they need you most.

Mr. Marshham.

I can't bear women who plead exhaustion as soon as there are problems.

She looks ill.

Sir Herbert's her doctor. I'm sure he'll look after her.

Odious, man.

But you, Mr. Marshham.

I attended a meeting I was told to attend.

I barely opened my mouth and are you treating me like this?

Unfair, Ms. Brum.

I must expect sleepless nights when one has constipation, Lady Peters.

I'm sorry to bother you.

It's just that it's quite excruciating at times.

And there we have our country.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

And there we have our clue.

At times, the colon, dear Lady, works by Peristelsis.

Waves of activity.

Your colon is going into spasm.

Spasm passes.

The pain goes.

I just wish it would go for good.

So it will, if only you'll do as you're told.

I prescribed three things.

The first is rest and the second.

The third is rest.

The third is rest.

The thrift is wearing you out.

The sooner you hand the whole sorry mess.

It isn't a sorry mess.

It's occupied by hopeless cases in experienced physicians.

Rebellious staff.

It really isn't that bad.

It's just a rather uphill battle.

And for precious few things.

Hmm.

You don't realize how...

True that is.

I can so.

But those, I can feel them.

But you don't react to pain.

The reflexes are unchanged.

It's phantom pain has with an amputation.

Maybe his spinal cord isn't broken after all.

I can feel the sheet nose.

Sometimes when we really want something we fill ourselves.

I'm sorry, but you can't feel your toes.

I can nurse.

Doctors don't know everything.

Even if they think they do.

Nurse Carr, I'd like to re-measure this leg.

Miss Bramwell did it yesterday, Doctor.

And now I want to do it.

I need to rule in some more bandages.

Mr Bentley put that water back on the stove.

Miss Bramwell's not going to like a ward full of dirty wounds, but still.

Gangrene wants her in during the next ten minutes.

This is not your cosy kitchen, Noscarr.

This is a hospital where discipline has to be maintained.

When a patient says he can flow sensation.

You should have more sense than to raise his hopes.

There's nothing more we can do for Willf.

His bun ceiling nicely and he's going home at the end of the week.

To die.

Probably.

I know I'm unlike the usual doctor.

I don't know if the right accent manners are closed,

but I'm quite as well qualified as Miss Bramwell, and I prescribe treatments, not you.

I'm a trained nurse.

The East London hospital made it impossible for Miss Bramwell to work there because she's a woman.

You're every bit as bigoted against me for being who I am, but you won't drive me out.

All I want is to give Miss Bramwell some support.

What with Sir Herbert, Danglin and Axe over her head.

And some people playing on both sides.

If you want more between us, you can have it.

But if one of us has to go, it won't be me.

No.

Shall we declare a truce and go wrong with our wok?

I really must obey him this time.

I shall recuperate in the spa for a month.

After that, we can find out whether you and I can ever agree on the future of the thrift.

Of course we can agree.

We always do eventually.

I'll miss you.

You'll be glad to get rid of me.

But quite frankly, I'm not going to be a good friend.

I'm glad Sir Herbert is being so firm.

I do need the rest.

Yet rid of this silly, spastic colon.

Is that what he said you have?

Oh, yes.

You in pain?

Sometimes.

Employ a secretary while I'm away.

Did he examine you properly?

Well, he had a lot of time to do.

Do you want to examine you properly?

Well, he hardly examined me improperly, Robert.

Take this time to think very carefully about Sir Herbert's offer.

And don't alienate him more than you can help.

I hope I can leave everything in your hands.

Yes, of course.

We'll amaze you with our efficiency.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

Ergh.

Think about all the wages you lose here.

Imagine the tone moving and keep on trying.

I'll be back later.

Will you at least leave us an address so that we can write to you?

Oh, don't be so melodramatic, Eleanor.

Of course I will.

I'm not going into an unary.

Lady Peters.

Have you told Sir Herbert about these pens?

Oh, oh, Lady Peters.

Okay, let's get her sitting down.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, all right.

I'll send for Sir Herbert.

It's the pain going tall.

May I examine you?

I don't think it better.

Oh, it's never been quite this bad.

He could be anywhere in London.

He may take him hours to get here.

He'd be furious.

At least let us get some idea of what we're dealing with.

I agree.

No doctor could object to that.

I've done it, Nurse.

I'll move me toes.

Look!

Nurse, I've done it.

Just move me toes.

Viva.

I've never had a certain degree.

Sir Herbert said it was overwork, and strain.

Distention, tenderness, and pyrexia.

Have you been sick at all?

I thought it was Sir Herbert's tonic.

I have been taking Lordnham for the pain.

Verma form appendix.

I've absolutely no doubt.

How Sir Herbert missed the tenderness?

He never examined me.

Not in that way.

He never examined me.

Not in that way.

A patient presenting acute abdominal pain.

And he just talks to her.

Stop it.

I know you don't like him.

Liking has nothing to do with it.

And to mask your symptoms with laudanum,

then just send you on your way.

What is the matter with you, Bram?

Well, why must you always create problems

where there are nuns there, but did his very best?

I'm sure.

This is a serious condition, Cora.

He's negligent and incompetent.

Oh, enough, no more criticism.

It took too much hard work to get him on your side

to see you through it all away now.

Lady Peters, my dear.

I am so sorry to be such a nuisance.

You're nonsense.

You're no such thing.

What happened?

Nothing happened apart from the pain she's been suffering for days.

I told you to rest, my dear lady.

Have you been allowing yourself to become agitated?

No, not really.

We were just agreeing to disagree.

You may thrive on discord and excitement,

but not all ladies are the same, you know.

Lady Peters has an acutely engorged appendix.

We should be preparing to operate

not discussing her emotional state.

I think I know my patient.

You know her.

You don't even know what her temperature is.

Please, please, Elle, no.

Gentlemen.

I'll lie still, lie still.

If you would, I'd be happy to be here.

I'd be happy to be here still, lie still.

If you would, I would like to carry out my examination.

At last!

Well, maybe you're trying too hard.

See? Did you see, Nurse?

Well, my back isn't broke, is it, Nurse?

No.

Where?

Why, do we tell that miserable sort of a doctor?

I don't think we'll do that just yet.

Let's get you dancing like you first.

I thought it was to be ready.

Oh, no.

Here we go.

What on earth are you doing?

She shouldn't be on her feet.

Why, you're not too fast, Robert.

I've given Lady Peters a sedative.

Oh, thank you.

And now I'm taking her home to rest.

A coat, if you please.

A sedative, a purgative,

leeches to reduce the congestion,

and we shall be as right as rain.

I feel such a fraud.

You both look so worried.

We are.

No need.

Diphylitis.

Colic.

The pain's quite gone, as you see.

I'm sorry.

I see nothing of the sort.

And her temperature is that miraculously cured too.

A good night's rest and an enema of beef tea.

That's what we need here.

She needs an appendectomy.

At least try not to move her.

Would you be good enough to call my carriage?

Sir, Dr. Brownwell.

But we don't want to sharpen our knives unnecessarily.

She needs surgery immediately.

Her appendectomy's are rarely successful.

This colonic irritation could subside,

given rest and salvation.

The kitchen table scrubbed.

Everything's ready.

She is not having any operation.

Good God, are you both deaf?

What's the alternative?

Beef tea won't save her life.

Running out of rest.

You're afraid?

You're petrified.

Departiculous.

You lose twice as many patients as any other surgeon.

It's not her nerves that concern you.

It's yours.

Absolutely rubbish.

Be quiet.

Now let's keep this discussion professional.

You know you're no longer fit for the work,

but you're too damned greedy to admit it.

That's enough.

Say one more word, and I'll sue.

Eleanor.

You're more concerned with your reputation than your patient.

You're a disgrace.

Please.

Please.

Lady Peters, don't alarm yourself.

You think you're the only jealous upstart waiting for me to make a mistake?

I may well make as many as the next man, but not this one.

Appendectomy's a foolhardy and dangerous.

I will not permit you to experiment on this woman.

This dear lady.

Cora.

This is not an experiment.

We have to operate.

Father's right, Cora.

We cannot afford to delay.

This is intolerable.

She is my patient.

I'll have to be a doctor.

I'll be a patient.

I'll have the groom carry you to my carriage.

Sir Herbert, I have tried very hard to be polite,

but Lady Peters will not be moved in this state.

I've been your physician for seven years.

This operation is wild and unproofed.

You're all so kind and concerned.

Eleanor.

I've got a mode.

Do you have one, Father?

If you could both just leave us.

Yes, of course.

I'll not be far away, my dear lady.

Oh.

Okay, now, Miss.

Eleanor.

No.

What will happen if I walk out with Sir Herbert

and take the beef tea, Enema?

Your appendix is acutely inflamed.

It's going to burst.

If it does, quite simply you'll die.

I see.

Um...

What is an appendix?

Tiny part of your intestine.

You've no need of it.

You won't miss it.

You mean...

Do you really think you can save me?

Yes.

What's happening?

I'm sorry, sir.

Are the ladies ready for a zit, Kate?

No, sir.

She's talking to her, isn't she?

Bullying her, Lady Peters is indisposed to Herbert.

The woman's on the commode.

You can't go up yet.

It never occurred to me that you were so ill.

Hmm.

Not me.

I was just so tired after painful nights

lying awake.

Eleanor.

How are we going to manage this without alienating Sir Herbert?

We can't.

We have to forget about him and do what's right for you.

And forget the thrift.

Yeah, I never thought I'd hear you say that.

Oh, oh, God.

Oh, oh, my God.

Miss Sir Herbert, please.

Mm-hmm.

Please.

It doesn't matter who he reports us to.

We'll defeat him.

You and me.

Mr. Baldrige.

Comfortable, Doctor.

Changing his traction didn't make any difference.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Baldrige.

Comfortable, Doctor.

Changing his traction didn't make any difference.

And young Wilfred?

His mother's been warned to expect him.

Excellent.

How'd you feel about that, no?

No good.

Me feeling like anything, is it?

Doctor Martian, you wanted for an operation.

There will be consequences, Bramwell.

I'm sure there will be Sir Herbert.

You enticed her from my care when she was a child.

I'm sure she's a child.

I'm sure she's a child.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You enticed her from my care when she was delirious and confused.

If she dies...

If she dies, I shall see you in the coroner's court.

When you're young it's also easy.

Every week it's a new technique, a new machine, a theory.

Wait and see how easy it all seems in 30 years time.

Thank you.

An enemy for life.

I've told the men to take the kitchen table upstairs.

Mr. Martian, we're setting up now.

You better start the station now.

We've started half past 12.

We've started half past 12.

I think we'll become addicted to this mixture.

Note that, Mr. Martian.

Can't let the thrifted minister buy an addict, Lady Peters.

May you have to bash her on the head to knock you out.

I feel so safe in your care.

I was right to let my husband's legacy go to you.

We think so too.

You've taught me so much, both of you.

Go to sleep.

When you open your eyes, it'll all be over.

Have you decided who's holding the knife?

My father.

At your service madam and raring to go.

Soon we'll have a dinner.

My will is lodged with nice solicitor.

The thrift is yours.

Don't tell her that. We ask him for trouble.

You'll be back there in a few weeks, bossing us all silly.

You're right about, sir, but don't let him in that talk.

May my chora, here we go. See you at a good long sleep.

Right in the dead.

Calm, deep breaths, my lady.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

We won't have to wait any more.

Trouble?

Damn.

It's perforated.

Sport, please.

It's going to be a long job, marshm.

She's got a stowt on her. Take her time.

It's just why I've been wetting it longer.

Get in here with me, please, I don't know.

She's like a use some tea, sir. Please.

I'm going to go.

All done.

You dorted at a good job of closing the wound.

Temperatures are going down.

Hey, Lushline's work.

This morning, I'd better be going.

Well, you won't get a cab now.

Look, I'm not going to bed, why don't you?

Stay with me. Give me a company by the fire.

She stands the chance.

Try to lie still, my dear.

Yeah.

Lovely cool cloth.

Father, Mr. Marshham, could you come, please?

I fell asleep.

Once the appendix had dropped it, we had little chance.

I'm going to go.

I've got a card here.

And the lungs are congested.

I hope she's not in pain.

Morphe and Anand are less make horrendous peaceful as possible.

I'll get her. You stay with her.

I'll get her.

If only we'd got her her sooner. Days ago.

I should have stayed awake.

I hope we don't have any difference.

I'll send her to the car now.

Excuse me.

We've got eight hours of surgery in front of us.

Will you manage?

I'll have to tell everyone.

Wait until after the operations.

No scar, I must have bently may as well be composed for the day, even if we are not.

Sir, her book will have to be told.

No.

She was your patient at the end.

It's none of his business.

Let's tell that gentleman as little as possible about the thrift.

When you suck with the devil best, use a long spoon.

Best not to suck with him at all.

Go home today, doctor.

So you are.

When are they coming for you?

Said I'll meet him at the front door, doctor.

Come on, sir.

Come on.

You can do it.

You can do it.

Girls, come on.

Girls, come on.

Good day, sir, for a broken back.

Very good.

We're playing for Clapman Rovers before we know it.

Noss car. Help him, please.

You knew about this little surprise.

He was so certain there was no hope.

So was I, but sometimes the swelling goes down and mobility returns.

Shame you had to tell him this way.

In front of everyone.

It was just a joke, Miss.

A cruel joke.

Mr. Martians been up all night as I have.

Lady Peters died at five o'clock this morning.

Please, sir.

I'll never get their respect.

In a big hospital like the East London, I'm just one of a hundred doctors.

I may be looking so wrong, but I can hide in the crowd.

Here?

I must have killed like a sore thumb.

But this is where you're needed.

You'll find someone else.

Mr. Martians, I've just lost one dear friend.

I don't have so many that I can afford to lose another in the same day.

Dr. Martians, Miss Bramwell, I'm very sorry.

I'll leave the three of you.

I'm very sorry.

I'll leave the thrift as soon as you get someone to replace me.

There's no need for that, not.

Why does anyone have to leave?

We must persevere.

We have to learn to work together for...

for Lady Peters' sake, as well as our own.

How will I fight off so her, but if I don't have both of you on my side?

When Lady is a tired, they're easily persuaded.

The coroner apportioned no blame, of course.

Last time I saw Lady Peters, she was fit.

Full of life.

A star in our fair moment.

You know, I looked after her for seven years.

She was a dear friend, as well as a patient.

You diagnosed vermiform appendix, sir.

It was transient colic.

Old-fashioned tiffy lighters.

Given... rest and conservative treatment.

But Miss Bramble is young and young people are impulsive.

Her father isn't young?

No.

Well, it's not so easy to forgive him, but we are all human

and we all are from time to time.

I just hope the thrift won't suffer too much from the loss of Lady Peters.

Oh, I think she lives a bit more.

Mr Bentley, hold on to that.

That's it.

I'd let these legs up with the master.

They're drowning hard, but they'll never be soulmates.

Well, you'll send her to unstuff.

One more thing, Cora, was quietly good at.

Well, she'd have to as strong as she could.

The legacy's yours.

The building's yours.

And the problems are mine.

Ah.

The stuff of medicine.

Well...

We'll manage.

We?

In the loosest possible sense.

I'll swing for her, yeah.

Goodbye, Will. Good luck.

Thank you.

Thank you.