All language subtitles for Casualty.1900s.S00E01_English

Agh! Ooh!

Get out of his way,
for God's sake!

Agh!
Dad!

Shut your mouth, Bill.
Someone help him, please.
Help him!

Please, open these gates
or I'll knock them down.
We don't open till eight, love.

You'll have to wait three
minutes.

All right,
get the stretcher ready.

Please, please.

Hurry up, Nurse Rafferty.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(DOOR OPENS)
Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

You mustn't run in here.

Good morning, Wellington.

Good morning, Matron.

Let us pray.

Stand clear, please. That's it.

Keep your fingers pressed here
or he'll bleed to death.

Almighty and ever-loving God,

we pray thee as earnestly
as we can to bless the work done
at the London Hospital.

Help all those who are nurses to
have always present
in their minds,

the example of our
blessed Saviour, his love
and sympathy for the poor...

Miss Eastwood, I'll need gauzes
and cocaine hydrochloride.

-Quick as you can!
-Hallelujah!

He had the knife to his gizzard
before I could stop him.

He's a right two and eight.
Will he peg out?

-Please, stand back.
-Trachea's cut about
a third through.

-Chloroform!
-Yes, Doctor.

-The workhouse for her.
-And the nibblers!

Breathe steadily now.

We commend, O God,
the patients to thy loving care.

Give them strength in their
suffering and grant them a
happy ending to their trouble.

We pray you also to remember
the wives and the children
of the men here.

Grant this, O God, we humbly
beseech thee, for the sake
of thy son, Jesus Christ. Amen!

Amen.

Morning! You're looking a lot
more like your old self today.

-I'm feeling a lot better today
Matron, thank you.
-Good. Good.

-Who cleans here, Sister?
-Nurse Rafferty, Miss Luckes.

-Clean it again, Nurse.
-Yes, Miss Luckes.

There must
be no more infections.

Yes, Matron.

And how are we today?

You're not looking,
Probationer Eastwood.

-You won't learn anything
if you don't look.
-Sorry, Nurse Russell.

A piece of loose tissue
is hanging over the trachea.

Would you hold that clear,

-You can feel his breath coming
through the incision.
-Yes, Doctor.

If you want to be a nurse,
you must get over this.

-He's right-handed.
-How do you know?

The wound's deepest here.

A right-handed man always
makes the deepest incision on
the left side, like this.

In this case, the trachea and
the larynx have protected the
carotid from any real damage.

It's just a nick.

Er, could you apply the
forceps, Nurse Russell?

I'll tell you something
interesting.

In my experience, it tends to be
men who use razors and the like
who do away with themselves.

With the women, it's generally
the drinking of bleach
or some poisonous compound.

Perhaps it's in a man's nature
to attack his surroundings.

Find an enemy.

There! Haemorrhaging
has stopped. We can
begin sutchering, Miss Russell.

Thank you, Doctor.

Much obliged, I'm sure.

-Would you sign my book?
-Of course.

Thank you, Doctor.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Two o'clock tomorrow.

Mr. Wilson.

I'm sorry.

(HE MURMURS)
Nurse Russell!

(HE RETCHES)

Would you like a drink of water?

-I'd kill for a smoke.
-When you're on the ward.

Now, I'm going to finish
dressing your wound,
but you won't feel a thing.

Eastwood, cocaine spray, please.

They went and nicked me tools,
didn't they?

Open, please.

How am I going to earn
a crust without my tools?

Are you going to tell
the coppers about this?

Suicide is against the law,
Mr. Hills.

Lie back, Mr. Hills.

I'll have a word with the
doctor.

It's the best I can do.

(CHILD WAILS)

(PEOPLE COUGH)

It's my hunch,

if we can touch the hearts
of Daily Mail readers,

they will respond with
the characteristic generosity
of the British public.

The London Hospital is entirely
self-funded. I need the money.

These people need the money.

The money in the pockets
of your readers.

You must touch their hearts,
Miss Kenneally,
and open their pockets.

Thank you so much, Sister.

I know it's never been done
before, but...

This is the East End.

We're in the midst of some of
the poorest people on
God's Earth.

Out there, thousands upon
thousands are dying
of names, Miss Kenneally.

- It matters very little which
name you choose.
- Names?

Measles, Tuberculosis,
Diphtheria, Typhiod,
Scarlet Fever,

The list goes on.
Take your pick.

But do you know the real reason
they're dying?

Poverty.

Now, tell me. Have you ever
seen inside a human body?

No operations,
Mr. Holland, you promised.

Not a single cut,
not a single drop of blood.

X-rays!

Miss Kenneally from
the Daily Mail.

Er, yes, yes, of course.
Now, calibrating.

Er, yes. Could you narrow the
spark on the induction coil,
please? Thank you.

Good. Now we're getting
a good colour now.

These plates are well-coated
so it'll be about
a one-minute exposure time.

By using X-ray, we can see
inside the body. The London
leads the field in this work.

Opening up God's Creation to
ever greater scrutiny, isn't
that right, Mr. Wilson.

Er, oh, yes, something
like that, sir, yes.

- Stand back!
- Can I see?

It's best if you stand back,
Miss, if you don't mind.

What's happened to the patient?

It's a sewing needle. We get
lots of these factory accidents.

With the X-ray, we can
see where it's lodged.

Needles in haystacks, really.
Now, you really must...

Now, how does it work?

Would you bear with me
for one second?

Er, well, the installation
consists of a ten-inch coil
there in a condenser.

Muller gas tubes
with a vacuum regulator.

And this fits under the patient.

This plate here, treated
with barium platinocyanide
fluoresces in the dark,

giving these images.

It's a little like a photograph.

And, if you stand back,
I shall demonstrate.

Now, now, easy.
There you go, there you go!

We should be getting
something through now.

Steady, steady.
That's it, well done.

-I've never seen the like -
it's magic.
-Magic indeed.

-It's science.
-Thank you,

Thank you.

The burns are from
working with X-rays.

Pioneering has a price.

Come along.

Relations between nurses and
doctors are forbidden under
standing orders.

- But I...
- Mary, I know you loved
him.

We've all been in love
at one time or another.

Nursing is a sacred vocation.

A gift.

Now you've acted selfishly.

You've betrayed those who
were entrusted to your care.

Do you understand?

Time is a great healer, Mary.

You'll get over him.

Now, have you made arrangements?

Very well. Goodbye, Mary.

Mrs. O'Connor, the doctor
will see you.

Mary!

Easy, son, easy!

He's an anarchist, Doctor,
foreigner.

-One of those Ashkenazi Jews.
-What happened to him?

He was down the Whitechapel
Road in the strike.

He's been whipping them right

He's in our care.
Leave him alone.

You've got to keep
your eye on these, Doctor.

(MAN CHANTS)
You must quieten down
and let the doctors work.

He's a Jew! Why don't you go
home, Jew?

Lord Rothschild's a jew,
and without his support,
this hospital would close.

He is not an anarchist, though,
is he? He's not laying
bombs all round the place.

This one's wanted down
the station for questioning.

He's not going anywhere.

Teddy, please come out.

-What's your name?
-Why do you want to know?

Just for our notes, we need
to know a little bit about you.

-There's nothing to know.
-Please.

What you tell me is completely
confidential. The police won't
see a word of it.

Abraham Goldman.
15 Gunthorpe Street.

-And your occupation?
-Tailor.

-Age?
-37.

There's nothing wrong with me.

We'll be the judge of that.

Now, where are you from
originally?

Russia.

I've been here three years.

-Family?
-Dead.

Murdered.

Novgorod.

May 17th, 1903.

I saw my children die.

-I'm sorry.
-Contusions to the upper torso.

We have...

fourth rib is fractured.
Maybe more.

They attacked us.

Your police. Animals!

Kicking! Please, I need to...

Excuse me, Nurse Russell.

-I'm so sorry.
-What is it?

-The boy with rickets.
-You should never
interrupt a doctor's diagnosis.

I know, but he's running a fever
and won't let me examine him.
Please, I don't know what to do.

Could be bruising
around the spine or worse...
I can't tell.

Eastwood, now you're here, would
you mind?

We're going to roll you over
now, Mr. Goldman.

Very gently.

This way.
(HE GROANS)

All right, all right, all right.
Refer him for an X-ray.

Teddy.

Teddy.

-I know you're in here.
-Get out!

Teddy, we can't help you
if you don't come out.

You'll make me stay here.
I want to go home.

You won't get better if you go
home.

I don't want to stay here.

-You can't make me.
-What do you want
for Christmas, Teddy?

-I don't know.
-Well, they're baking cakes
in the kitchen.

And there'll be goose
for Christmas dinner.

Have you ever eaten goose?

No, I blooming haven't.

Well, you can, if you stay.

With roast potatoes
and parsnips.

And bread sauce.

And gravy?

Oh, shut up, you old git!
Get out of it!

You're burning up, little man.

What are we going
to do with you, hey?

Now, sit on the bed, Teddy,
and take off your shirt.

There's a good lad.

Won't.

Remember the gravy?

Poor boy!

Mmm.

We'll have to get those bites
seen to. They're septic.

We need anti-toxins.
I'll go to the dispensary.

I only came here for
my X-ray with Mr. Wilson.

I'll let Mr. Wilson know.

Shall I sterilise the bites?

Yes, 1 in 40 carbolic lotion.

Very good, Miss Eastwood.

You be good, Teddy.

-Will I have to stay here, Miss?
-The doctor will decide.

Who's going to fetch the bread
for my ma?

You mustn't worry about that
now. Your Ma needs you well.

This will sting a little bit.
You be a brave boy for me,
won't you?

I can't keep them off me.

Rats, everywhere.
Running all over us.

I'm supposed to stay awake
and keep them off
my brothers and sisters.

But it's when I'm sleeping, see?

Easy, easy, there now.
No one's going to hurt you.

What are these machines?
They'll see what's wrong.

Now, you'll need to keep still
for me.

If you can, just for
a few seconds.

The tube is still flickering.
Could I have 40 milliamps,
please? Thank you.

We're not going to get an image.
I'll have to restrain him.

Nurse, it's really fine.

Just pop yourself behind the
screen. Go on.

Now, now, come on.

Still as you can, now.

Steady as you can. That's it.

Everything's going to be all
right.

Move your hand aside.

There. There's fluid
in the cavity around the lung.

There's a haemathorax.

You may be bleeding internally.

In your chest, Mr. Goldman.
We need to give him
surgery straightaway.

*The boy I love is up
in the gallery

* The boy I love
is looking down at me... *

There he is!

* Can't you see?
Waving of his handkerchie'

* As merry as a robin
that sings on a tree!

* Come, come, drink some port...

This is a hospital.
I know it's cold outside
but you're being a nuisance.

-Would you please leave?
-Awfully shocking,
these lower classes, ain't they?

Disgusting, really.

* Oh, the boy I love is up
in the gallery... *

(SHE HUMS SOFTLY)

* Looking down at me...

He's acute haemathorax, you say?

The X-ray showed bleeding
in the pleural cavity.

-He may have arterial damage
because of his broken ribs.
-I see.

I know you'd normally wait for
the blood to clot before opening
but...

-He deserves a chance.
-If I put him under,
he won't sustain breathing.

Not if he's bleeding
that heavily.

You know the secret of
successful surgery,
Dr. Walton?

A good nailbrush.

Let's get started, Dr. Burgess.

And, er...

Thank you, Dr. Walton.

Good work.

Good day, gentlemen.

One, Abraham Goldman.

Apparently, our patient has
sustained compound fractures

to the vertebral ribs and
appears to be suffering from
a heamathorax.

He has been anaesthetised with,
um...
Dr. Burgess?

Standard alcohol, chloroform
and ether mixture, Mr. Fenwick.

Jolly good.

I'm afraid I'm old enough to
recall seeing an operation
performed

with no more anaesthetic
than a bottle of Scotch.
The patient died of shock.

But he died happy!

We are ably assisted this
morning by a representative
of the Constabulary.

Our patient is something
of an anarchist, I'm told.

Nevertheless, he must be
put right so that he may
return to his anarchy, no doubt.

I need a trocar
and cannula to drain the fluid.

And a warm...

-Saline infusion.
-Good!

Saline infusion.
Plenty of sponges.

It's going to be bloody.

Now, we enter between the third
and fourth ribs, avoiding the
intercostal nerves, of course.

There we are.

Good, good, that's it.

Thank you.

Now, once it's clear,

we set the ribs and repair
any damage to the
lung's surface.

Start the saline.

Final suturing
to the tear in the lung.

(HE GROANS)
Oh, a wee bit twitchy,
Mr. Burgess.

Yeah. That's better.

Let's get on with tying
off the minor vessels.

He's too deep.

There's no pulse.

Right.

If I can't save him,
then no bugger can.

Scalpel.

Once more into the breach.

Going into the abdominal cavity.

It should be possible to massage
the heart through the diaphragm

and maybe get it restarted.

Retractors, please.

Hold the incision wide.

Sponges.

(THUD)

Your patient, nurse.

I can't reach it. Um,
I'm going to incise the
diaphragm.

Scalpel.

Thank you.

I'm going to reach up into
the superior mediastinum,

taking care to avoid
the innominate artery.

Come on, come on!

Anything?

I can feel it.

It's going. It's going.

There's a pulse.
There's a definite pulse!

There she blows!

Abies Nordmannia.

Gift of the King of Denmark.

Cut from his own estate, you
know.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,
I must take this opportunity

to thank, once again, Lady Derby
for her boundless generosity.

80 Christmas bundles and six
new beds on the Charlotte Ward.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Chaps, please, I need the
collecting buckets on this side.

Please, thank you.

Well, there they are. Everybody,
who is going to set
the ball rolling?

Me, I suppose. Fair enough.

Um, please don't be shy.

Then we can embark
on my petit tour de l'hopital.

First rehearsals for the
Christmas celebrations
this afternoon, Nurse Russell.

Did you see the notice?

I did but I'm afraid
I can't make it tonight.

Someone else calling
the tune, eh?

Something like that.

Ah, Nurse Hammond.

(THEY WHISPER)

(BELL RINGS)

(CLOCK CHIMES)

You'll have to come
back tomorrow.

Here you go, Mr. Wilson.

Thank you very much.

-Sorry I missed my
appointment and all.
-Hmm.

Now, um...

I've looked in on your ma,

and I told her
I'd see you're all right.

She said she'd pop in
and see you when she could
and you're not to worry.

Do you hear?

-I know what you're like.
-Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

Don't mention it, old man.

Ta for the smoke.

Life of luxury in here,
you know.

I don't know what you're
complaining about.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

(SHE SIGHS)

Tea, Nurse Russell?

Much obliged, Dr. Walton.

Milk first,

Really!

Sugar?

Let me treat you.

I long for you, Ada.

Oh, James!

There's something I need to say.

Let's look somewhere else.

-I'll speak to her.
-You must.

My work's at stake,
my patients, everything.

That's it.

(MAN COUGHS)

Can I see your ward report,
Sister Spencer?

Thank you.

Is there anything else?

Nothing out of the ordinary,
Miss Luckes.

We're out of calves' feet jelly
for Mr Heaton and...

-Any recurrence of the
erysipelas infection?
-No.

Not at all.

If there had been, I'd have
informed you staright away,
Miss Luckuss.

Of course.

You won't forget Mr. Hill's
dressings, will you, Nurse?

Nurse.

-Hands.
-Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Luckes.

You must enforce cleanliness,
Sister Spencer.

* Golden slumbers kiss your eyes

* Smiles will wake you
when you arise

* Sleep little darling.
Do not cry,

* And I will sing a lullaby.

* Sleep little darling.
Do not cry,

* And I will sing a lullaby.

* Sleep pretty darling.

* Do not cry,

* And I will sing a lullaby.

(BELL RINGS)

"I shall pass through
this world once

"Any good thing therefore I can
do, or any kindness that
I can show.

"Let me do it now, for I shall
not pass this way again."

Dad! Dad!

What did they give you, Bill?

2 lb of coal.

-And a loaf of bread.
-It's something, isn't it?

-Who's this one of?
-Me brother.

He was taken a month ago.

Me ma says he's with Jesus now.

I keep drawing him,
so's I can remember his face.

You can keep it, Miss, if you

Thank you.

Make sure you open wide
for me, please.

Open.

Good.

Good.

Holly Binns.
Suspected diphtheria bacillus.

Er, notes.

-Really!
-Sorry, Dr. Walton.

One brother dead which means she
sleeps with the remaining ten.

This is the sixth case I've seen
this week, and they are
all from that street.

Culture taken...

10am, December 21st,

and as soon as possible, please.

At the tearoom, I think
you may have misunderstood.

Um, or arrived at a hasty
conclusion.

-You see...
-I arrived at no conclusion,
hasty or otherwise.

I haven't given it
another thought, Doctor.

Shall I see if there's a bed
for Polly on Charlotte Ward?

Please do.

Nurse Russell!

Ada.

Are you mad? We can't talk here.

I've spoken to Eastwood.
She'll keep our secret.

It's not Eastwood, it's me.
Ada.

Creeping about, lying to
everyone.

Oh, James, I do love you.

We can't go on like this.

Think of the consequences. One
of us will have to leave
their career.

Can't you see that?

Of course.
But Ada, I want you to be...

Which will it be, James?

Which one?

Dr. Walton!

It came on very suddenly.

She said she couldn't breathe
and her lips went blue.

You did the right thing.
Thank you.

-What's happening to her?
-The diphtheria bacteria
enters the lining of the throat.

The skin peels away and forms
a membrane that
blocks the airway.

I'm going to help you breathe,
do you understand?

Just sit very still, and
the doctor will have you
right as rain in a flash.

Can you see what I'm doing?

-I've identified the...
What's this called?
-The cricoid cartilage, Doctor.

Very good. I shall hold it
just below the trachea.

I shan't let go until I feel air
running through the opening
I make in the anteriorwall...

Now, try to stay still.

Thus.

Retractors.

There.

Good. There.

Make sure it's clear.

And the thyroid gland
is out of the way.

And we open the wound.

There it is.

Ah, Mr Wilson.

Good of you to drop in.

How could I refuse?

No doubt many of you chaps
have had dealings with our
friend here,

and his box of tricks.

How many fingers is it
today, Mr Wilson?

Just the two, apparently.

Leave me something to pick
my nose with.
Won't you, Mr. Fenwick?

We'll see what we can do.
Over to you, Burgess.

Settle back.

Just breathe normally.

-You know the routine.
-Yes.

-A commendation!
-You saved her life.

-Your patient, Mr Fenwick.
-Thank you.

Let me tell you something
about this man, gentlemen.

We practise medicine.

Mr. Wilson has advanced
the cause of medicine.

He's one of the finest
practitioners of the art
of the X-ray in the world.

If any of you young men
saved half as many lives
as our patient has,

you'll be doing damn well.

This man is a hero.

Would you mind lifting
your blouse? Come on,
we haven't got all day.

For heaven's sake, what's the
matter with the wretched girl?

-She doesn't speak English,
Doctor.
-Look I'm trying to help you.

Are you pregnant?

(SPEAKING IN YIDDISH)

My friend on the Hebrew ward
has been teaching me
a few words of Yiddish.

Jolly good.
Well, I will need to...

Look! You needn't be
embarassed.

I've seen it all before.
(SHE TRANSLATES)

I haven't got time for this.
I've other patients to see.
Keep trying.

And call me
if she decides to cooperate.

Help me.

Keep him still, Nurse.

104.

Sister!

It's a skin infection
again.

Erysipelas, I mean.

It's three weeks since we lost
Morrison and the coster,
isn't it?

Yes, Sister, or thereabouts.

Then it can't be.

The incubation is up to seven
days. It's impossible.

This is the cleanest ward
in the hospital.

Oh, God, it's Mr. Fenwick.

Er, Sister, Mr. Goldman.

Anarchist chap.

Problem?

-His notes, please.
-We haven't had time
to have him diagnosed.

I said the notes,
please, sister.

Skin lesions, blisters, fevers.

(HE GROANS)

This is erysipelas.

-Good God. That's your third
infection in a month.
-What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting this place is
dirty.

A bloody disgrace.

How dare you use language like
that on my ward!

Your ward, Sister, is closed.

You've no right to close wards.
Only Miss Luckes
has the authority...

I'll see Matron.

Do you know
how dangerous this is?
This man will die.

Get your patients onto isolation
before you lose
any more of them.

Well, jump to it.

Come, gentlemen.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Could you part your legs
for me, please?
(SHE TRANSLATES)

That's it.

Now just relax.

(SHE GASPS IN AGONY)

(LIQUID FLOWS)

Miss Eastwood, please.

Sorry, Nurse Russell.

Sponge.

How many children does she have?

(SHE TRANSLATES THE QUESTION)

-Six.
-Six.

Thank you, dear.

We're all done now.

I'll fetch you a cup of
tea in a minute.

I fear it's a self-inflicted
abortion.

The smell
was the sepsis from her womb.

I should think the wound was
caused by a knitting needle.

Shall I fetch Dr. Lawes?

Yes.

Tell him that the peritonitis
has spread from the womb.

Find out if there's a husband,
and then inform the morgue.

48 to 72 hours.

Seal all openings
with brown paper.

Windows, fireplaces, doors.
Strip the beds.

Wash all the linens in
carbolic of soda,
one part to 50.

Cleaners, walls to the height
of the dado to be washed down
with perchloride of mercury.

One part to 500.
Lysol on the floors.

I want the bed frames taken down
to the yard to be disinfected.

And all splints and dressings
to be burnt.

All staff will need
to be disinfected
and your uniforms sterilised.

This infection is fatal.

Get Teddy out of here.

I'm sorry, you can't take that.

Come on.

I came to see how
you were getting on.

Bang up now, Miss. Thank you.

It's good to see you smiling.

Would you mind?

Miss Eastwood!
Are you all right?

Morning, Mr H.

And a good day to you.

Are you well, Charles?
Very well.

Ah!

Snappy!

Pneumonia has advanced.
We using strychnine and
digitalis every four hours.

Potassium iodide every 18.

Leeches to the upper chest
to try and draw off the fluid.

We can't stop the infection.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yes, come in.

Dr. Walton.

What can I do for you?

It's a matter of some delicacy,
Miss Luckes.

Excuse me, Nurse Russell.

What is it?

Probationer Eastwood,
there's been a deterioration.

I don't know how long she has.

I thought you should know.
Thank you, Doctor.

-Ada.
-What do you think you're doing?

-I need to speak to you.
-Have you heard
about Miss Eastwood?

-I have some news.
-She's...
-I've spoken to Matron Luckes.

About Eastwood?

About us.

Ada.

I love you.

I want you to be my wife.

* Silent night,

* Holy night,

* All is calm.

* All is bright.

* Round yon Virgin,
mother and child.

* Holy infant,
so tender and mild.

* Sleep in heavenly peace.

* Sleep in heavenly peace!

That night, in the teashop

I saw how he looked at you.

Shhh!

He loves you.

(SHE BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SHE STOPS BREATHING)

She would have made
a good nurse.

When you've composed yourself,
come and see me in my office.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Enter.

Nurse Russell.

Tea?

-No, thank you, Miss Luckes.
-Perhaps something
a little stronger.

To better times.

Sister Spencer has had
to leave the service.

I'd heard.

Let me counsel you,
Nurse Russell, to think very
carefully about your future.

I know Dr. Walton has made
you an offer of marriage.

I told the gentleman that
his gain would be my loss.

One of you would have
to leave the hospital.

But you've discussed
this, of course.

Well...

Nurse Russell, if you should
wish it, there's a
great career for you here.

Nursing is a gift.

But it's also a sacrifice.

You may find that the
reward of a life caring for
others outweighs that sacrifice.

I'm offering you
Wellington Ward.

You may give me your answer
in the morning.

Thank you, Miss Luckes.

Leave the door, Nurse Russell.
I like to hear the children.

Busy bee, busy bee, what have
you got in the hive for me?

Mmm!

Busy bee, busy bee, what have
you got in the hive for me?

Everyone!
Busy bee, busy bee...

What have you got in the hive
for me?

Right! You know what's in here,
boys and girls, don't you, eh?

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Right!

Agh!
(CROWD LAUGHS)

Now, boys and girls, watch very,
very closely. Three eggs.

I'm going to make
one of them disappear.

Oop, ah! Oop, ah!
(CRUNCH)

Yes, well, it looks as though
the yolk is on me.

Thank you, Nurse. Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Here you are, boys and girls.

Ho, ho, ho!

There you go, my lovely!
All right

* Amazing grace,

* How sweet the sound

* That saved a wretch like me.

* I once it was lost,

* But now I'm found.

* Was blind but now...

God bless this hospital.

* ...I see

* Amazing grace,

* How sweet the sound

* That saved a wretch like me.

* I once was lost,

* But now am found.

* Was blind...

Mr. Wilson.

I just wanted to say,
I hear the operation
was a success.

Yes, splendid.
I lost two more fingers.

No...don't waste your breath.
I know what you
were going to say.

-What am I going to say?
-Oh, that the committee have
reached a decision.

Regrettably we have
to let you go.

Appreciate your dedication.

I haven't spoken to the
committee. I'm not going to.

What I wanted to say was that
the London will take care of you
somehow. Financially, I mean.

I don't want you to
worry about the future.

The London is my future.

Ernest, do you really think
you can hold your position...

Hold my position.

I can't hold my bag.

Here. Let me.

You're a brave man.

Do you know what?

Even if I'd have known,

I'd do it all again.

"I shall not pass

"this way again."