All language subtitles for Casualty.1900s.S02E05_English

Henry?

No sensation.

MAN: Make way! Sister! Sister!
ADA: Excuse me.

(MAN GROANS)

Some kind of knife attack?

-You'll never believe -
mauled by a lion.
-Mauled by a lion?

In Bethnal Green.
(PATIENT GROANS)

He's just a bit chewed up,
that's all. Roarrr!

(THEY LAUGH)

Take him to Dr Ingrams.

(HE GROANS)

Sister Russell!

Acid burns.

MAN: This little maniac walked
into our polling station,

and smashed a bottle full of
acid onto the ballot box!

If you think you will achieve
the vote through terrorism,

you are mistaken!
This, madam, is a democracy!

WOMAN: For you. Not for us!

-Take them to Dr Culpin.
-And her?

All burns to Dr Culpin.

This way.

Henry?
No sensation.

What you expected to see?

You describe the scene
extremely accurately.

The exact nature of the stimuli
Mr Dean intends to deliver,

and where on my forearm,
are unknown to me.

Only by this meticulous
process...

..can we properly chart the
recovery of sensation to my
divided nerve...

or not.

I'd not accounted for the great
concentration it would require.

I try and let my thoughts flow
by like clouds on a windy day.

I must entirely detach myself
from the idea that there are

experiments in progress.

Suddenly, within this sea
of flowing thoughts,
there arises ...

.. a flash of pain, a wave of
cold, a flicker of heat.

It should appear with the
suddenness of a porpoise,

attract attention
and disappear again.

Remarkable.

This state is the most perfect
condition for psychological
investigation,

and I can now assume it at will.

However, we are continually
haunted by the fear that we've
forgotten...

..to test some important area.

But I tell you this -
once this experiment is over,

I shall know a great deal
about sensation and pain.

(MAN GROANS)
Easy, now.

I assume the lion in question is
not in the habit of attacking
its keepers?

Been with Sanger's Circus
for three years.

Never touched a hair on
a human head.

Perhaps he was disorientated
to find himself in Whitechapel

-as opposed to the African
savannah.
-Weren't Whitechapel,

Bethnal Green.

There can be no reasonable
explanation, then, can there?

(HE GROANS)

When you relate the tale
to your grandchildren,

be sure to tell them there were
casualties on both sides.

Hmm.

Doctor?

Artery forceps!

Let's hope this is a nick
and not a cut.

(HE GROANS)

Calm yourself, Henry.

I'm sorry,
I can't do this right now.

Was it my presence?

I don't believe so. Possibly.

For one moment, I thought he
would simply explode!

Implode, more likely.

Poor Dean battles with forces
that eat at him from within.

The cocaine.

In Dean's case, I would consider
cocaine but a symptom.

How long do we keep them in?

Until the burning stops.

Undo the cuffs, please,
so I can examine her hands.

The lady is under arrest,
Doctor.

I'm not a lady. I'm a woman!

I don't treat prisoners,
Constable, I treat people.

Kindly undo the handcuffs before
I hack them off with a surgical
saw.

Thank you.

Surely just pouring ink into
the ballot box would have made
your point?

The suffragists got precisely
nowhere with civilised
debate...

...and symbolic gesture!

It didn't occur to you that when
you smashed the bottle,

-the acid would go everywhere?
-I didn't intend to injure
anyone.

But they could have washed the
ballot papers before the ink
dried.

So you wanted to destroy them?

Until our vote counts,
no vote should count!

Perhaps next time, you might
consider injecting the acid
into the ballot box.

Much more precise. Less
reckless.

I assume there will be a next
time?

And a time after that.
Until you and I share
the same rights.

I sincerely hope the end
is not undermined...

..by the means through which
you seek to achieve it.

ETHEL: Miss De Burgh?

-Nurse Bennett, how wonderful!
-Why are you here?

For radiotherapy. A month after
the operation, I discovered
another lump.

If only we could have met again
under different circumstances.

The first time at my house.
The second,

here at yours.

I don't think I've met anyone so
determined to find the good in
everything.

Nurse Bennett?

Why were your hands
in contact with this patient's?

I'm sorry, Mr Dean, I...

I can assure you
my hands are very clean.

I will go and wash them
immediately.

-I took her hands in mine.
-That would be of little
consequence to an open wound..

that she might infect
in theatre.

Good day.

Where were we?

Bananas.

Bananas. Yes. Continue.

Assorted nuts, steak and kidney
pie,

roast chicken, bread, cheese,
ham,

Battenburg cake,
two bottles of wine.

GLASS CLINKS

Now, I'm not able to find the
nuts.

Oh, I used them to underpin
the chicken

and buttress the pie up against
the ham.

If you ever fall out of love
with nursing,

you surely have a second
vocation as an engineer!

Nursing is my life, Matron.

All I've ever wanted to do
is look after the sick.

Orange and LIME marmalade!

I've always preferred orange
myself.

Still, one mustn't complain
about a gift...must one?

One mustn't.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yes, come in!

A message for you, Matron.

Thank you.

Where is Nurse Bennett?

And you have no idea
what the message was?

She said simply find you and
take you directly to
the nurses' quarters.

-She didn't say why?
-No.

And you didn't think to ask?

In Miss Luckes's office,
one does not think, Ethel,

one merely does as one is
instructed.

-What do you think,
Nurse Ansett?
-Doctor?

Of the suffragists' methods
compared to those of the
suffragettes?

I'm sure I don't know enough
difference to venture
an opinion.

Well, the former employ debate
and persuasion to achieve their
aims,

while the latter favour direct
action.

I... Well, it can't be right to
throw acid over people,
whatever you want!

It got their attention.

Speaking for myself, I think
everything works smoothly

when everyone knows their place.

Mrs Baker. Abdominal pain,
headache, chest pains.

Collapsed on the street,
apparently. Get her on the
table.

(PATIENT GASPS)

-Please don't let me die!
-I'll do my best.

(SHE GASPS AND GROANS)

Oh!

Agh!

Ohhh.

How many children do you have?

Five.

(SHE SQUEALS)

Another on the way?

I'm just going to have
a look in your mouth...

Uh-huh. Sister...

You see the purple-blueish line
along the gums? That's Burton's
line,

created by excessive lead in the
blood

reacting with sulphur
produced by the oral bacteria.

Lead poisoning.

Nurse Ansett, get me one-sixth
of morphia, please,

then prepare an olive-oil enema

and half an ounce of sodium
sulphate in a pint of water.

Yes, Doctor.

What's your name?

Anna Baker.

How many black and whites
did you take, Mrs Baker?

Please, Doctor, I've already got
five children I can barely
feed...

-I have to know how many you've
taken.
-Please...

Anna, I need to know if you've
tried to abort this pregnancy.

(SHE SOBS)

Sister Russell...

Once we've treated her
for the lead poisoning,

I'm going to need
to examine her uterus,

so keep everyone outside,
please.

And Sister...

I may need you.

The enema's ready, Doctor.
And here's the morphia.

Hold her, please.

(SHE SOBS)

There.

I'm relieving you
of your duties now.

Pack a bag and I will make
arrangements for transportation
to the Naval hospital.

Thank you, Matron.

Hurry now.

Matron, what's happened?

A strong cup of tea would be
nice, Nurse Goodley.

Yes, Matron.

(SHE RETCHES)

(SHE COUGHS)

Everything runs smoothly
when everyone knows their place.

If only that were true.

Fetch Sister Russell.

Yes, Doctor.

How do you feel?

I feel like death.

I will need to examine you,
Anna. I need to see what's
happened.

She has perhaps a month
of worthwhile life left to her.

Let's not make her
too sick to enjoy it.

Of course.

Before you begin the treatment,
may I see her?

I want to say goodbye.

Yes, certainly.

Miss De Burgh?

My dear child. I should
apologise for what happened
earlier.

There's nothing to apologise
for.

I have to go away for a few
days.

My brother is being taken
to the Royal Navy Hospital

direct from the ship from
South Africa.

I wanted to say goodbye.

He's injured?

His appendix was removed
in Johannesburg,
but there appears to have been a

complication with the operation.

He's very sick.

Our parents are both dead, so...

There are things we can affect
and things we cannot.

We cannot always tell them
apart, which is a blessing, I
think, because

the determination
to live without fear

is more purposeful
than passive acceptance.

Go and fight for
your brother's life.

-You must continue to fight
for yours.
-Until the very end.

The abortion's incomplete. The
placenta hasn't been delivered.

I can feel the cord, but...

..it may be trapped behind the
bladder.

Anna, could you empty your
bladder for me, please?

What, here?

Don't worry, we saw worse
before you had your breakfast.

I ain't had no breakfast.

(SHE STRAINS)

How's that?

No. Nothing.

I don't think there's anything
in there.

Speculum.

(SHE GASPS)
Vulsellum forceps.

It's all right.
(SHE PANTS)

Doctor?

(SHE GROANS)
The cervix isn't sufficiently
dilated.

If I force my way through to the
uterus, we risk greater damage.

What's happening?

We can't free the placenta,
Anna, so,

we're going to have to try
and force it out manually.

Who's currently in theatre?

Mr Cooper-Fozzard.

Damn it! He won't do it. He'll
report it.

She's tried to abort.

But...

There are no buts. I've had the
conversation with the man many
times.

He won't do it,
so...we'll do it here.

-Where's Dr Ingrams?
-Next door.

I'll need him to administer
the anaesthetic.

-But...
-I know.

Get him in.

Yes, Doctor.

We're going to turn the uterus
into a piston,

and force the placenta
through the cervix.

(SHE MOANS)

No interruptions in room one,
Nurse.

She's ready.

And you?

-Everything is under control.
-Good.

All right. After three.

And one, two, three.

Again.

One, two, three.

Is she all right?
Mm-hm.

One, two, three...

It's over.

What would it have...?

What would have been
is not our business.

Dispose of it. Get her up to
Victor as soon as she comes
round.

Official reason for admission -
acute menorrhagia.

Yes, Doctor.

I'll buy you a pint after work.

-Two if you bring her back
round.
-That's not funny.

I thought you'd already left.

Oh, you've heard?

Yes. Sister Russell was informed
by Miss Luckes.

-I wanted to come and find you.
-But...?

But we've had no respite all
day.

And then...

I thought perhaps I'd missed
you.

Didn't you think I'd want to see
you before I left?

I wasn't sure you had the time.

It didn't occur to you
that I'd make the time?

I don't like to assume.

I wish you would.

What do you know of your
brother's condition?

Only that it's grave.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Are you coming for that drink?

I'll meet you there.

Ale or stout?

Er...stout.

Right you are.

I see you've made arrangements.

Just a quick pint
at the end of a difficult day.

Well...don't let me keep you.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

There's a cab waiting
to take you to Waterloo.

Have this hamper of good food
to keep up your strength,

and that of your brother.

I have reports that the food at
the Naval hospital leaves a lot
to be desired.

Take all the time you need.

Thank you so much.

Sister Jarvis?

Sister Russell?

The woman admitted
earlier with menorrhagia...

Mrs Baker. She...

I take it she recovered
from the anaesthetic.

Oh! Yes.

-Has she been moved?
-In a manner of speaking.

-She discharged herself.
-What?

I explained that she needed
complete rest,

that she couldn't leave
until discharged by a doctor.

But...?

But she told me to "shove that",
got dressed and walked out.

But she's not well.

Granted. Heavy menstruation is
unpleasant but it's hardly
life-threatening.

What was I supposed to do?
Tie her to the bed?

Hey!

Mr Fenwick!
To what do I owe the honour?

I have come about a private
matter.

I keep no secrets from my
sister.

I have not come
to discuss secrets, Mr Dean.

I merely feel that until
we have discussed what
I have come to discuss,

we should discuss it
between ourselves.

Would you leave us, please,
Edith?

Of course.

Miss Dean.

God knows, you and I
have had our differences.

He should.

On occasion, they have been
loud enough to carry all the way
to the heavens.

Mr Dean, I cannot stand by and
watch a superb physician destroy
himself.

Destroy?

Your behaviour around the
hospital has been erratic for
some time.

And then, today,

I saw at first hand how badly
it has started to affect
your nerves.

It?

From the lowliest scrubber to
the chairman of the Board
of Trustees,

everyone at the London
has become aware

of your habituation to cocaine.

The only thing I am habituated
towards is my work.

Do you deny you use the stuff?

I won't deny that I have used it
in the past.

But no more?

I admit only to having had
a predilection...

-n much the same way that you
have for malt whisky.

-But I can take or leave the
malt.
- As can I, cocaine.

Can you?

I am about to go out, Mr
Fenwick.

Why don't you accompany me...

and challenge the utter
..certainty

that you seem to enjoy
in your observations?

Accompany you where?

I have an appointment
in D'arblay Street.

(SHE CLEARS HER THROAT)

Excuse me.

I am here to see my brother,
Lieutenant Alfred Bennett.

(DISTANT GROANING)

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

(ANGUISHED CRIES)

(COUGHING)

Wait here.

(ANGUISHED GROANS)

-Miss Bennett?
-Yes.

I'm afraid your brother's
situation is not good.

I was told grave.

His appendectomy was performed
in less than satisfactory
conditions

in South Africa, and he now has
a high temperature.

-How high?
-Well...very.

No. I... No.

How high in numbers?

Come.

I assume you have measured
his temperature?

You only have to look at him to
see.

Oh, my dear Freddy.

We're trying to keep him cool.

His skin shows signs
of liver failure

and his breathing
is dangerously shallow,

and you are trying to keep him
cool? He's dying.

Is he drinking?

Um...If he doesn't drink,
he will dehydrate.

He needs as much water as he can
drink, with lemon juice.

What medication is he being
given?

He has acute sepsis.

Has he been given perchloride of
iron, or antifebrin?

-Not to my knowledge.
-Or quinine?

Has he received any antiseptics
or saline injections

to at least dilute
the toxins in the blood?

Again, not to my knowledge.

Thank you. But with all due
respect, that is doing little
good.

He needs systematic hydrotherapy

sponging of his limbs and trunk.

Or, better still, a continuous
wet pack.

I will need two new sheets
and two blankets.

I beg your pardon?

And a sponge, and two buckets of
cold water, and I need it all
now. NOW!

Papa?

Papa?

Sarah?

IN CHILD'S VOICE:Hello, Papa.

Is that you, Sarah?

I miss you, Papa.

SOBBING: Oh, my darling!

I miss you.

Is your mummy with you?

Yes, Papa.

I am so...

Anne, can you hear me?
Can you hear me, Anne?

Mummy can hear you.
She is with me.

Can she speak to me?

She loves you very much, Papa.

She is very proud of you
and your work in...London.

In...the London.

(HE SOBS)

I think we should stop this.

It's all right, Henry.

It's all right.

Something from the galley?

Thank you.
I've brought food for him.

I meant for you.

No. Thank you.

Suit yourself.

Haven't you finished yet?

I have to be very accurate.

If wards don't get allocated
the right number of tickets,

the nurses will cry foul, and I
will get assailed from all
sides.

What is this latest show that
we've been given tickets for?

-A light opera.
-Oh, I hate light opera!

Wouldn't it be wonderful

to see a show depicting what
life is really like for real
people?

No. It would have to be
unremittingly tedious,

as that is what real life is
like.. At least, that's what
mine is currently like

Is it so dreary in Matron's
office?

I used to be a nurse.

Now I'm a clerk
in a nurse's uniform,

endlessly shuffling bits of
paper, and ceaselessly making
cups of tea!

I don't know why Matron's
bothering to distribute these,
anyway.

Our curfew is before
the final curtain.

Who on earth wants to see
one half of The Merry Peasant?!

It's beyond my comprehension why
anyone would want to see either
half.

I'm going to turn in.

I wonder how Ethel is.

I have been thinking the same.

Eth?

I'm here.

-I'm so hot, Eth.
-You have a fever.

I was dreaming.

I dreamt I was in Bleriot's
flying machine, gliding across
the Channel.

We crossed the White Cliffs of
Dover...

so white beneath!

But instead of landing
among the cheering crowds,

the machine turned upwards,
heading straight for the sun.

The closer we got, the hotter
it became. It was burning.

It was burning!

Shush, shush.

Ssh, ssh.

You have a serious infection,
Freddy.

In your blood.

-You came to look after me?
-As soon as I heard.

In my blood, did you say?

Yes.

Well, that...that
doesn't sound very entertaining.

(SHE GIGGLES)

Well, I'm here now,

for as long as you need me.

And how long do you think
that's likely to be...

..Nurse Bennett?

-I should go.
-No.

Please.

It started with, of all things,
a preparation against hay fever

some years before Sarah
was even born.

Cocaine was one of its
ingredients.

Perhaps this is a conversation
we should have in...

Oh, Fenwick! Do you really
believe that Edith doesn't know?

She knows better than anyone the
effect that it's had on me
over the years.

Better even than myself.

It grew more pronounced
after they passed away.

Cocaine numbs, Fenwick.

Like all tropane alkaloids,
that's its chief property.

It numbs one to sensation.

And it stimulates certain
centres in the brain, energises,

and helps one to blast through
depressive thoughts...

And it is addictive,
and it destroys the nerves

with prolonged and excessive
use!

Yes.

That you have lost both your
wife and child to tuberculosis
is a tragedy.

But this habit threatens
everything that remains.

Help me.

Oh, Henry!

My dear man,
with everything at my disposal.

(RAIN PATTERS)

Where is it?

I said, where is it?
Where is what?

I brought a hamper of food
with me for my brother,

which I put under his bed. When
I came back from fetching
more water...

-...to cool him. The hamper...
-Miss Bennett.

Someone must have stolen it.

-Are you sure it isn't
misplaced?
-It's been stolen!

Do you know where it is?

Do you?

Does anyone know where my hamper
is?

Miss Luckes gave it to us...
to help us.

I turn my back for five minutes
and it's gone!

Tell me, please!
How is this possible?!

(SHE WEEPS)

MAN: Orderly!

Orderly!

(BELL RINGS)

Mrs Baker!

She's lost a lot of blood,
Sister. Down below.

Maud,

every time you come in here,

it's as a consequence of your
drinking too much gin and
falling off something,

or bumping into something, or
seeing two of something speeding
towards you,

not knowing which of them
to jump out of the way of!

And your point is?

Haven't we each got better
things to be doing with our
time?

Do you enjoy being a doctor,
Doctor?

Yes.

Well, I like drinking gin.

So the answer to your question
would appear to be "no".

Nurse Ansett, you find it
amusing that this woman is
wasting our time?

No, sir.
I'm not a woman!

-I am a patient!
-All right...

On your way!

Thank you kindly, Doctor. Nurse.

-Disinfect the table.
-Yes, Doctor.

I don't know why
this has haemorrhaged so much.

-Will she need surgery?
-No, I don't think so,

but she'll need several days'
bed rest if she's to heal
properly.

-I'll get her back up to Victor.
-No... No.

Mrs Baker, you've lost a great
deal of blood.

If she leaves now, there's every
probability she will die.

Anna, you have to stay here.

You think you're better than me,
don't you?

-Of course not.
-Yeah, I see it.

The way you look at me.
Like, from above. Down on me.

-That simply isn't true.
-None of you know how I live.

None of you could survive it,
neither!

Sister... Sister.

The bleeding's stopped, but you
need to get her on to a ward

-and keep her there.
-She's a law unto herself.

Leave the nurse with her until
they're ready to admit her.

MAN: Prevailing thought suggests
that abrupt stoppage rarely
works.

A successful outcome is most
likely where the cocaine dosage

is gradually reduced to zero
over six weeks.

I have prepared a table
indicating the precise amounts
for each daily dose...

This is your bible
for the next six weeks, Edith.

To exorcise your brother of
this demon,

you must keep the cocaine in a
secure place, known only to you.

From this point on, you must
treat it like a controlled
poison.

There may be times when Henry
demands more than you will have
given him,

or screams that he needs to stop
this process altogether.

It is the cocainomania speaking.

Stand firm.

EDITH:I will. Thank you.

(WHEELS OVER COBBLES, TROTTING
HORSES)

(SHE SOBS)

My dear child, you should have
sent word about the funeral.

We lost our parents
at a very early age, so...

I wanted to be alone with him.

I understand.

The hospital had so little
by way of pain relief.

I'm sorry!
(SHE SOBS)

Oh, Ethel...

You're quite sure of the dose?

I have measured it out according
to Mr Fenwick's instructions,

and then checked it again.

Very good.

You may not want to watch.

I want to oversee it all, Henry.

They had no quinine, little
opium, so Freddy was exposed

to the worst effects of delirium
and pain.

Men like my brother give life
and limb for this country!

Something ought to be done about
it! Yes, but what?

Well, we should write letters
to the Admiralty.

Oh, which the Admiralty will
file under "letters of protest"
and ignore.

Well, we should stage a protest,
then.

How, when thousands upon
thousands of suffragettes are
ignored..

over a much greater issue?
We should send nurses.

If my career has taught me one
thing, Nurse Goodley,

it is that leadership
is best conveyed by example.

Nurse.

-Where is Mrs Baker?
-She got up and left, Sister.

Left? She was waiting to go up
to Victor.

I tried to persuade her to stay,
but she said she was needed at
home.

She called me... Please, don't
make me repeat what she called
me. Truth be told,

I was glad to see the back of
her.

And will your gladness persist
when she succumbs to her
condition

and is brought to the hospital
mortuary?

I'm sorry, Sister.
I...I didn't mean any offence.

That was unfair of me.

Carry on.

Yes, Sister.

Edith!

Edith!

-Henry?
-What have you done to me?

I can't stop! What in God's name
did you put in the syringe?

The correct dose of cocaine
solution, of course!
No, no, no!

You've cheated me on the dose.
You've cheated me! I can't stop!

Was it cocaine at all?

It wasn't, was it? It can't have
been! It's you and Fenwick!

You've concocted some
alternative plan using a
placebo!

Henry, listen to me. The
literature I've been reading
warns of this reaction.

The sensation of insects
crawling beneath the skin.

Duped using a placebo!

No. Henry, please,
you must stop scratching.

I'm being eaten alive!

You're bleeding! Stop!
Get away from me!

You're trying to kill me!

Admit it! Admit it!

I shall do no such thing, Henry.

Did Dean give any indication
how long he might be away?

His sister is apparently subject
to periodic bouts of
incapacitation.

He suggested it could last a
week, or anything up to six.

Are you prepared
to take his place for six weeks?

It's quite a commitment
for a man as busy as you are.

I could ask one of the others.

All I require are the steady
hands of a surgeon.

My dear Dr Head, it is a
privilege to assist you in your
great work.

-I wouldn't have it any other
way.
-Very well.

Open the ledger...

..and record the date and time.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Pub?

Not tonight, Ingrams.

Third night in a row, old chap.

Not going all Temperance on me,
are you?

Things on my mind.

Drown them with beer!

Not tonight.

Very well, suit yourself.

Do you have everything?

Everything except the words I
need to persuade the other
nurses to do as I ask.

There are two expressions
that I've used to great effect

since I was made Sister.
The first is "please". And the
second is "thank you".

I will try to be like you.

Just be yourself, Laura Goodley.

Just be a good nurse.

That is all I've ever wanted to
be.

The London will miss you.

I will think of you every day,
in the receiving room.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(SHOUTING AND DOGS BARKING)

(KNOCKING)

Slight pain!

The body has found a way

to re-engage this tiny part of
itself with the world once more.

But how?

Speaking to you now, I don't
know.

But what we've seen here,
my dear Harry...

..is nothing less than the
triumph of life over death.

I should make a note in the
ledger?

You should indeed.

Never thought I'd be so happy
to feel pain!

"Sing, O goddess, the anger of
Achilles, son of Peleus,

"that brought countless ills
upon the Achaeans.

"Many a brave soul did it send
hurrying down to Hades,

"and many a hero did it yield
a-prey to dogs and vultures...

"for so were the counsels of
Jove..."I love you...

I love you, Anna,
I love you, Sarah.

DEAN:I love you, Anna,
I love you, Sarah.

DEAN:I love you, Anna,
I love you, Sarah.

DEAN:I love you, Anna, I love
you, Sarah. I love you, Anna,

I love you, Sarah.

I love you, Anna, I love you,
Sarah... I love you, Anna...

Mr Woodcott?

I thought you'd gone, Dr Head.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Slight sensations, slight pain.

Sir?

The relationship between
sensation and pain, Mr Woodcott,

takes us to the very root
of human suffering.

Do have a very good evening.

(COUGHING)

I had to come home.

Anna, there are things you can
do to prevent yourself from
falling pregnant

Trust me, they don't work.

Trixie?

Wait for me in there, love.
Be in in a minute.

Feeding her.

Put another one of your coals on
the fire for when I get back?
It's freezing.

-Anna!
-What?

Don't!

-Looking down on me now?
-Never.

I won't be long.

(BABY CRIES)

(DOG BARKS)

(STREET BUSTLE)

I've learned the symptoms for
severe sepsis, if you'll hear
me.

Severe sepsis occurs when sepsis
leads to organ failure,

low blood pressure, or
hypotension,

or insufficient blood flow,
hypoperfusion to one or more
of the organs,

causing, for example,
lactic acidosis,

decreased urine production,
or altered mental status.

Sepsis can also lead to septic
shock, multiple organ failure,

or in my brother's case, death.

How did I do?

When did you get back?

This afternoon. It took
this long to come and see me?

I didn't want to interrupt
your work.

What are you talking about?

You make it abundantly clear how
important your work is to you.

I thought I should wait
until you'd finished.

My work is important to me.

But it's not as important
as you are to me.

If that were true, why did you
not come after me the evening I
left?

And say what? How much I'd miss
you? How much...

How much I love you?

I would like to have heard that.

Saying it then would have
diminished it. It would have
meant...

Do you sometimes think that you
think just a little too much?

It's been said.

What are you thinking now?

How much I'd like to come over
there...

Hold you.

(METALLIC CLANKING)

CULPIN: The scrubbers...
(DOOR CLOSES)