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Nurse.

Clamp, please.

I didn't mean throw the thing at me, Nurse.

(chuckles briefly)

Not like it is in the damn manual.

I'm worried about Miss Mulligan's blood pressure,

Dr. Truscott.

I'm nearly there.

Mr. Powell,

I wonder if Dr. Truscott might have your opinion?

TRUSCOTT: Damn!

Everything all right, Dr. Truscott?

Mind if I have a look, old man?

The patient's in her early 20s,

presented with lower abdominal pain.

Ovarian cyst.

I think we might be better off with a Spencer Wells.

Thank you, Nurse.

All right, just let me come in here...

(snipping)

That should do it.

There we are.

Right-o.

Yes, exactly what I was about to do.

POWELL: Thank you, Theater.

(laughing)

No more "Yes, doctor, "thank you, doctor" for me!

No more bed pans!

WOMAN: Ladies!

Congratulations, Mrs. Richard Truscott.

(cheering)

Jean's getting married!

*

Excuse me!

Sorry!

(chuckling)

Right, Stebbings, you're first.

In you go.

(woman shouts in pain)

TRUSCOTT: Feel that?

You're not one of our usual miscreants.

You are...?

Wilson-- staff.

I transferred.

QAH Portsmouth.

Why?

Family, ma'am.

You'll find London full of temptations,

and this hospital is no exception.

I'm used to resisting temptation.

Try not to make a fool of yourself.

SISTER NEVILLE: Miss Mulligan, from theater this morning.

So, how are we this afternoon, young lady?

The doctor asked you a question, child.

Well, she certainly presents with a distinct absence of joy,

don't you think, gentlemen?

(laughing)

Mind if we have a look at our handiwork?

Sister, if you please?

TRUSCOTT: Of course, the moment I clapped eyes on her

I'm pretty bloody certain

I'm looking at an ovarian teratoma.

(faint voices behind the curtain)

Right as rain.

Next time we meet,

I will be delivering your first baby.

Jolly good.

TRUSCOTT: Right, who's next, Sister?

Or is it time for coffee?

NEVILLE: Just Mrs. Harcourt, Dr. Truscott.

Looking much brighter, I'd say.

TRUSCOTT: Oh, yes, hello, Mrs. Harcourt.

MRS. HARCOURT: Hello, Doctor.

TRUSCOTT: Can we have a look at you?

Madam.

Truscott.

I'm really not sure about her.

Quite.

Where's Nurse Meecher?

Jean sent me, sir.

MAN: This requires the utmost discretion.

You do understand that, don't you, Nurse?

(car engine starting)

Don't look so worried, Nurse.

Dr. Enderbury, please, what are we doing here?

WOMAN: Otto, is that you?

I've been such a silly muffin.

Why don't you take a seat?

So when do you think you conceived?

If Madam would care to wait over there.

TRUSCOTT: Darling!

My last day in that ghastly uniform

and you show up weeks late.

You are a very naughty boy.

This is my fiancée.

And if you must know, I was held up in theater.

Not the bar, sir?

Operating theater.

(machine whirring)

(gas whooshing)

Well, this is lovely.

You did your best with that girl, Ricky.

We all thought so.

Bloody Powell stepping in like that

made me look a right Charlie.

Oh, come on.

Let's dance the night away.

TRUSCOTT: Tell the boys to give it some life.

(band playing tango)

This is for you.

She's going.

Hasn't taken the money.

Where on earth did you find her?

(boat horn blowing)

(train rumbling)

(faucet dripping)

Jeanie!

Oh, Christ!

I'm late for the 6:26.

All right, Dad, you're all right.

I can always change at London Bridge.

Um...

(door opens loudly)

Ange!

DAD: Jeanie, I'm going to be late!

It's gone 7:30!

There is Dad's pot to do and you are going to be late.

You should've sodding well told me

it was an abortion, Jean!

I would never have gone!

That boy...

It is a bloody outrage!

All right, why don't you sit yourself down?

Jean, do you hear, it's a...

I'm glad you came back, Ange.

All right, Dad.

(yelling): That was wrong of you, Jeanie!

It's illegal, to start with.

(imitating gun firing)

(horn honking)

Daddy!

Mommy, Mommy!

Mrs. J, Daddy's home!

Breakfast first, young man.

Daddy!

Good morning, Master Powell.

Daddy!

What?

(whispering): It's my birthday.

It isn't, is it?

Really?

What is the date?

No, I am sure you are mistaken.

But it is my birthday!

No, I'm sure that's not right.

Happy birthday, Thomas, darling!

Cake for breakfast?

What's the world coming to?

Certainly not on a school day.

I wanted Mr. Powell to be here

and you won't be home for tea, will you?

I chose this one.

There you are.

You really should have told me, Jean!

You wouldn't have gone.

I do not want to end up in Holloway.

You won't get five pounds for any other private procedure.

I didn't take the money.

What is it about you, Ange?

You skedaddle down to Plymouth...

Portsmouth.

And I came back, if you remember,

to fend for Dad so you could get married.

Wedding ring.

Oh, shoot.

Still nothing from Joe?

Oh, Ange...

But you are going to be happy.

And I'm coming to that church.

Me, Dad and half the street!

You are sodding not.

(laughs)

I'm late.

It's for the best, Ange,

honestly.

They can't know about Dad.

Not like he is.

Richard would run a mile.

I know.

Well, it's the early bird.

You work so hard, darling.

This morning, Mrs. Enderbury, I am on a mission.

I can hardly believe he's eight already.

Yes, every parent must feel that way, I'm sure.

But we are different.

It was the best way, Elizabeth.

Yes, yes, I know.

I worry you're going

to exhaust yourself, Otto.

Well, Mrs. J's coffee keeps me alive,

if it doesn't actually kill me first.

Oh!

I, uh...

I shall be late tonight.

I hate that thing.

Just insurance.

Best be prepared.

Your fiancée has more money than sense.

Well, I wonder if this NHS of theirs runs to vases.

You gave me a fright, Maureen.

Getting ill like that.

I'm sorry.

All, uh...

Ship-shape?

I'm having a word with your father if not, dear.

She can be such a silly thing.

Father's not a flower man, is he, Mo?

Says all that money going to waste

after a few days.

(fading out): And a police inspector's salary is hardly paid in...

The next thing I knew,

a fireman was pulling me from the wreckage.

My sister, my father, dear Ma, gone.

Like that.

Thank you very much, Mr. Hitler.

A V2!

Really?

The whole street, gone.

So who took you in?

Well, I was evacuated to darkest Somerset.

The people had a pub in Crewkerne.

So are they coming?

To your wedding, silly?

Leave the poor girl alone, Lily, dearest.

Crewkerne is a frightful way away, isn't it?

But what about friends?

Who is coming?

You are.

You're my friends.

And the other nurses.

Now ladies, I have booked a table for some lunch,

and time is...

(sighs)

My treat, Lily, dearest.

You do look

completely ravishing.

Well, it's all thanks to you and Mr. Powell.

That'll be last night's dinner.

Richard really went to town.

Please don't think badly of me.

I knew there was something fishy going on!

You won't be the first nurse to go up the aisle expecting.

He said he'd be careful.

He's a gynecologist.

That hardly makes him an expert!

Lily, that really is too much.

LILY: Silly me.

I think I'm just happy for you.

Mrs. Powell, I'm so sorry.

But does Richard actually know, Jean?

Why else do you think he's marrying me?

Nurse Wilson.

Sir.

You have been warned

to be cautious around doctors.

Mr. Powell, whatever you may think,

what I found myself involved in last night

was not only illegal...

Forget it.

It never happened.

That patient had made a mistake.

I can help.

The law...

Makes miserable lives

and miserable women, whoever they are.

As easy as that?

I didn't say it was easy, but it's what I believe.

Look, at least take the money you earned.

Dr. Enderbury is never at his best agitated.

Good afternoon, Mr. Powell.

LILY: Dearest, we are very early.

ENDERBURY: Well, it's the early bird.

Mission, by the way, accomplished.

Gosh, darling, can we really afford it?

(sighs)

You're the tops, Mrs. Enderbury.

We are from Scotland Yard

and we are arresting you!

Ta-da!

The house does look lovely, Mrs. J.

Lily, dear.

Elizabeth!

Mummy, look what Uncle Charles gave me!

It's a Scalextric set!

When a chap is eight,

it is what every chap has to have.

Remember, not a word about Jean.

Oh, I'm not at all good at lying.

ENDERBURY: Yahoo!

Charlie's a grown man!

He's a wonderful godfather.

And you are a saint,

throwing a do for Richard and Jean.

But you are a saint, aren't you?

Oh, I rather doubt it, honestly.

(doorbell ringing)

Well, there is, I'm happy to report,

nothing amiss with Mrs. Baring.

You see, darling?

As I said, it's just a matter of time.

Your wife is virgo intacta.

Super!

The National Health Service.

For the newlywed.

(rock music playing)

* She comes on like a rose

* But everybody knows

* She'll get you in Dutch

* You can look, but you better not touch... *

Bed, dearest. Now.

Why, Mommy?

School tomorrow, for starters,

and for seconds,

some things are for grown-ups.

Come on, Thomas,

let's have no shilly-shallying.

He's shooting up.

Oh, dear, am I making an absolute nit of myself?

Not at all, it's marvelous!

* Poison ivy, poison ivy

* Late at night, while you're sleeping *

* Poison ivy comes a-creepin'... *

Thursday, yeah...

Hello again.

Can I, uh...

...give you a lift?

I'm happy on the bus, thank you.

Bugger this.

Look, there's a Lyon's Corner House

at Baker Street.

We wouldn't be breaking any laws having tea, would we?

Or a drink?

I don't.

Me neither.

So back to plan A?

For one thing, Mr. Powell, you're married and...

Maybe you're a married woman,

or at least an engaged one.

Happily?

My happiness has got absolutely nothing to do with you.

All right, we've got off on the wrong foot.

Again.

I'm just trying to do the right thing

and stay out of any more trouble.

Trouble chooses us, not the other way round.

In my experience.

Mrs. J.

Darling!

Sorry, sorry.

My list today was never-ending.

I'm sure all your ladies will be most grateful.

Nice to see you.

On your marks...

Get set...

That's cheating!

(laughing)

Are you being beastly to my husband,

Dr. Truscott?

Course I am.

It's a crime you left the NHS, Mrs. Enderbury.

You used to look an absolute fox in that uniform.

(laughing)

Oh, come and dance with me,

Charlie, darling.

Darling!

Oops, Lily, dearest.

I'm absolutely okey-dokey.

Well, I for one,

quite probably alone, am getting another drink.

I'll sit down.

I'll get you some water.

Miss Mulligan?

What on earth are you doing here?

You should be in hospital.

Where are you going?

You've just had a serious operation.

No, I'm... I'm all right.

I'm calling for an ambulance.

No, no, I can't go ahead with this wedding, Nurse.

You're supposed to love your husband, aren't you?

Aren't you?

OTTO: Richard, we all know for a fact there isn't a chap

that doesn't envy you bagging the delicious Jean.

And Jean.

I can only say Elizabeth and I

are honored to be giving you away.

To Saturday, ladies and gentlemen.

To doctors and nurses!

To marriage.

ALL: To marriage!

That was a very tricky procedure yesterday.

Yes, and you made me look a right Charlie, boss.

No time for business, gentlemen.

We are so lucky.

That's right.

I'm not entirely sure what we'd all do

without Mr. and Mrs. Powell.

Cheerio.

I'm sorry, he's a bit...

That new girl.

The one you palmed us off with.

What do you know about her?

Why?

She all right?

Oh, yes, excellent.

Not a patch on you, Jean.

You'll be wasted in the kitchen.

Don't go.

Please?

Sister, five minutes?

You need to get some sleep.

POWELL: Charlie?

Gave Thomas a Scalextric.

I bought it as much for me, I think.

That nurse yesterday, for the procedure...

Did you have a word?

Mm-hmm.

I suppose I'm a bit jumpy about tomorrow.

I don't know what it'll be like

striking out on my own.

3,000 pounds a year

will certainly oil the wheels, won't it?

You give us what-for at the board tomorrow morning

and you'll have the chair of anaesthetics

before you know it.

I need this job, Otto.

I really do.

You'll be there tomorrow?

Charlie.

You're always so sure things will work out, aren't you?

Because they do.

For you, Otto.

And you, old man.

Plain sailing.

If no one rocks the boat.

Boss, Mrs. Boss, really super do.

Can't thank you enough.

Oh, come on, Jeanie, let's get you home.

Let's hope the roads are empty.

God, I hope they don't end up wrapped around a lamp post.

I'm going up.

Good night.

Good night, one and all.

Oh, you go up too, Mrs. Powell.

I'll finish up here.

Mrs. Powell?

Really, it's quite all right.

Oh, and thank you, Mrs. J.

JEAN: I know it's silly, but ...

Mmm?

I'm quite nervous about Saturday.

Well, then, don't be.

Come on, let's go up to your room.

The house is full of nurses.

You'll get distracted.

An atom bomb couldn't distract me.

Anyway, what's so secret in there?

I'm worried it'll harm baby.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

Darling, you do...?

What, Nurse?

Love me?

Well, I'm marrying you, aren't I?

Of course I do.

I love every... tiny... inch of you.

Now run along

before I take the law into my own hands.

Go on.

(door opens)

ANGELA: Jeanie?

Jeanie, what on earth's the matter?

All I wanted for years was to be married.

To get away from here.

Well, on Saturday...

Have you ever wanted something so much

you forget to think about where it might end up?

No, you're too level headed for that.

I ran away and married Joe.

A sailor, for God's sake!

I do love Richard.

Oh, Jeanie...

You are going to be happy.

It's just nerves, I'm sure.

We should get some sleep.

Do you think Richard would go through with this

if he saw Dad for half a second?

I'm pooped.

Ange, I'd love you at the wedding.

Honestly.

But I couldn't keep all this up if you were.

When Mom died, I decided.

I'm not going to get left behind.

Nurse Wilson, a word, please.

That nurse. Wilson.

She's just been called into Vosper's office.

And?

Lovely morning.

Are you all right, Dr. Enderbury?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Otto, Otto, can I have a word?

Sister tells me that you rescued a young woman

who'd discharged herself

and then spent half the night on the ward

calming her down.

Well done.

Thank you, ma'am.

You won't survive a week here

if you worry about every unhappy woman.

Our job is to change dressings and to fulfill prescriptions.

Don't go getting delusions about changing people's lives,

Nurse Wilson.

You may go.

Thank you, Matron.

Prolapse, gentlemen, and its grizzly consequences.

Nine little Brownes!

Time to say no, Mrs. Browne.

Or is Mr. Browne simply too persuasive?

Come on in, folks, everybody gather round.

Right-o, let's have a look, shall we?

Not for the faint-hearted, I'll warn you...

Maureen?

Miss Mulligan?

(crying)

Maureen?

What are you doing in there?

I'm all right.

Sister's going to have your guts for garters, Wilson.

Have you got a ha'penny?

What?

Have you gone mad?

Okay, sh, sh...

It's okay, come on.

No, I can't, I can't.

I can't go through with the wedding.

Please, Miss.

Please just tell them I'm sorry.

What do you mean?

They're coming here today to take me away

just because I'm better.

Who is?

My mother and my father.

I can't.

I can't, I can't, I can't...

Right, can you tell Sister you couldn't find me?

That way I'll get it in the neck, not you, okay?

And you, Maureen, you go straight back to bed.

We're going to sort this out once and for all, okay?

You take her.

TRUSCOTT: Very good, gold star for observation, Symonds.

(footsteps approaching)

Excuse me, am I at the right place for the board?

Mehta.

How do you do?

Enderbury.

Sorry, you are...?

You are...?

Oh, I'm just a humble candidate for the chair of anaesthetics.

You on the panel?

Uh, no.

No.

Always jumping to conclusions.

(laughs): Yeah.

Dr. Enderbury, please.

Mr. Powell?

Mr. Powell, I've been looking.

I need you.

Dr. Enderbury?

Well, I'm supposed to be grilling these gentlemen.

Mr. Powell...

Maureen Mulligan, the, uh, ovarian cyst.

She's being transferred to a private nursing home today.

I'm worried that she'll harm herself.

The psychiatry department is that way.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I do need to appoint a new chair of anaesthetics.

Mr. Powell...

What I witnessed you doing...

If I went to the authorities, the police...

(sniggering)

Why are you laughing, Mr. Powell?

Come along, let's see what we can do, shall we?

(buzzer)

Well, you can dry your eyes, young lady,

because I am happy to see you moved today.

Thank you so much for sending Nurse Wilson to fetch me.

Do you mind?

Dr. Truscott, gentlemen, good morning.

Miss Mulligan.

Do you mind, old man?

Let's have a look, shall we?

Sister, I don't want Miss Mulligan moved anywhere

for at least 48 hours.

Yes, Mr. Powell.

TRUSCOTT: Miss Mulligan is

my patient, Mr. Powell.

She's perfectly fit to be moved.

Not in my opinion.

Sister?

Miss Mulligan can be transferred to a nursing home.

She's fit for that.

Will you excuse me?

For crying out loud!

NEVILLE: Dr. Truscott, please!

WOMAN: Ronald, dear?

Oh!

The incomparable Nurse Wilson.

Were you laughing at me?

You were absolutely terrifying.

Well, thank you for what you did.

Well, I certainly infuriated Dr. Truscott,

which in itself was worth the price of admission.

I wonder if you might reconsider my invitation to tea?

Nurse, please...

Look, I'm obviously two left hands

at this sort of thing, but...

You doctors have a frightful reputation.

I'm already in enough trouble

without being late back on the ward.

Did you knock them for six?

Where were you?

MAN: Dr. Mehta, please.

Well, it was nice to have met you all.

Good show. Adieu.

I'm sure you did your best, old man.

(Thomas imitating airplane)

ANGELA: You'll be safe here.

What's going to happen

when my father finds out I've gone missing?

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

You can't marry a man you don't love.

Now, you need to get some rest.

Have you ever thought of getting married?

I am married.

But Joe disappeared.

So now I'm here, keeping Dad out of embarrassing himself.

Now you need to drink your tea and get some rest.

Shall I take it?

Careful with the veil.

(phone ringing)

The Powell residence.

It's Dr. Enderbury, Mr. Powell.

Right-o.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me, Mrs. J.

Charlie?

CHARLIE: You let me down.

Oh, relax, please.

You owe me!

Well, it's probably for the best.

What, that Mehta got the job?!

Charlie...

This is not the time.

Remember Cyprus, Otto?

Otto?

(dial tone)

Elizabeth helped me buy it.

With you getting promoted,

I thought we could afford it.

Whatever's the matter?

You look wonderful.

Mommy, did you have a dress like that

when you married Daddy?

(groans)

Thomas, dear, please, will you check the cars are here?

(cries out)

Now, darling.

Please.

(gasping)

I'll fetch Otto.

(bells ringing)

Mother dearest!

Richard.

Well...

POWELL: It's gone, I'm afraid, Jean.

We need to get you to a hospital, do a D&C.

I'll call an ambulance.

I'm so sorry.

Otto...

I want to go ahead with the wedding.

You should be in a hospital.

Mr. Powell, please, I...

It's out of the question.

I'll never have a chance like this again.

Please, Mr. Powell?

Elizabeth?

Do it, Otto.

Help her.

Jeanie! Jeanie!

Jeanie's gone.

And I need your help.

Mo?

It's all right.

Dad, this is Mo.

Now, I'll be back in a little while.

Will you show Mo the ropes, okay?

Where are you going?

To see Jeanie, Dad.

But listen, Mo's not feeling 100%.

Can you look after her for me?

So...?

Divide and conquer?

(bells ringing)

You can do this, Jeanie.

Thank you, Otto.

You are a remarkable woman.

PRIEST: Do you, Richard Arnold Truscott,

take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?

To have and to hold, in sickness and in health,

for as long as you both may live?

TRUSCOTT: I do.

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