Original subtitles

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."