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To those of you who ask, who was this Florence Nightingay, and what did she do?

He would have to understand the world into which she was born.

It was England.

Dickens, England.

Where the people were divided into two classes, the very rich and the very poor.

But where the rich or poor, it was a time of great medical ignorance.

Into fracture and arm, or a leg.

We're still losing.

Look at her, William, the prettiest girl in the room.

No wonder Henry is so smitten.

Our other daughter does not appear to be enjoying it quite so much.

Oh, sisters are natural rivals, all women are.

It's why you men are so conceited.

Her party will have a much better chance with Florence out of the way.

Still have an answer to my question, though.

Henry, I have.

I've told you time and time again.

Yes, but you never tell me the same thing twice.

Dash it all flow.

I have loved you for so long.

Ever since we were children, and I've told everyone we were going to be married.

Henry, no.

Is it because we are cousins?

Now, many cousins marry Florence.

My love will sweep away your fears about that.

Henry, you deserve more than a bride full of doubts and dreams.

All the same, I won't stop asking you till you say yes.

I want more, could you possibly want from life than what I will offer?

Love, honor, comfort.

A beautiful home.

What man in this room?

In this world, good offer you more.

Mr. Mills, you are admiring my almost sister-in-law.

She and my brother Henry are about to be engaged.

Could you be warning me off?

You are a gentleman, I believe.

Take it as a piece of advice to save you possible trouble in the future.

Trouble might be a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

Trouble in the future.

Trouble, my dear, is the most interesting thing about the future.

Please, listen to me.

I'm not a pleasure.

You're a pleasure.

Yes, I am.

You're a pleasure.

You're a pleasure.

You're a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

I'm not a pleasure.

Building

Today

Richardering

coming home

We have not been introduced.

Not these modern times, Miss Nightingale.

The 1840s are not the 1700s.

However, if you feel the tradition is important to you,

I can arrange a formal introduction through your almost sister-in-law, Miss Nicholson.

I'm not exactly known as traditional.

Neither am I, Miss Nightingale.

When I'm not attacking my fellow parliamentarians on their indifference to the plight of the poor,

I'm working on an edition of the collected poems of Keats and you.

When I'm not pursuing the more womanly arts, I'm learning, trying to learn opera.

Opera?

If it's your passion, it becomes you, Miss Nightingale.

And in womanly arts, you are clearly second to none.

Would you come to dance?

Yes.

Yes.

I'm not going to dance.

Fanny, are both the girls going to join us for this ride?

Florence isn't even down yet.

I think she's trying on her new outfit.

No, not Flo.

She's not interested in such things.

She has a man's brain.

She thinks.

She does not.

Pa.

For a girl who complains about the idleness of the leisure class, I think she's the idlest of us all.

How am I there?

Good morning, Fafar.

Good morning.

Good morning, Flo. You look absolutely lovely.

Thank you.

Breakfast is finished.

Never mind. You can still have some tea.

Good heavens. What goal?

Henry, what's wrong?

Well, that mucked of mills, Flo is here.

But who could have invited him?

I did.

You.

What you mean, you invited him here yourself?

No, he's my guest. I invited him.

Such a charming man.

I'm sorry, Henry. I simply neglected to tell you.

Now, have we do sit down?

To tell yourself.

Good morning.

Good morning, Henry.

Good yum.

Good morning, sir. Good morning.

I understand Mrs. Burbage is in a bad way, sir.

Indeed.

She got burnt last night, sir.

What you was helping over at Winston's place.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so glad you could join us, Mr. Mills.

I hope the ride pleases you.

Everything about this date pleases me.

This night and girl.

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William is told us about your accident.

I came to see if I might be of help.

Oh, that's so kind.

May I see the burn?

Oh, dear.

It's a terrible burn I've got.

You don't want to see it.

Ah, it is fearful, man.

She screams if you even touch it.

But her won't have to be kept clean.

It changed.

Would you please be me some butter?

Oh, no. No, you mustn't.

Don't be afraid.

No, it isn't that. It's just...

Pretty eyes like yours.

You have to see such a thing.

Just a...

Just a...

Just a...

New tea.

Nothing there. It will heal.

There.

There now.

Oh.

Forgive my curiosity.

But when you left the right, I couldn't help but wonder.

You spoke of womanly arts, Miss Nightingale,

but I had no idea they encompassed such a range.

It seems you're enjoying making fun of people's feelings, Mr. Mills.

Only when I'm fond of them.

How could you possibly be fond of me? You don't know me.

You only see that side of me that everyone can see.

Then tell me about the rest.

That's impossible.

Why?

Because it is.

We'll try to explain that, then.

When I was 17, I heard a call from God.

He spoke to me, Mr. Mills.

Now you can laugh if you like.

And what precisely did God call upon you to do?

I don't know. That's what torments me. Something more to be more than a pampered, wealthy little girl.

Somehow, to use the gifts I have to serve.

Instead of going dancing into parties.

Does that sound strange?

Florence, listen to me. It is not strange that a strong, intelligent girl who is blessed by fortune should wish to be more than just an ornament to society.

Remember, you're not alone.

But a many gifted people who believe they should use their talents in the service of others.

Besides, I'm sure Joan of Arc enjoyed dancing to you.

No, you are making up on me.

Florence.

My greatest wish would be to see you.

Every single day.

I'm sorry.

Charles, what's the meaner?

So good to see you.

Why didn't you know you were friends of Richard Mill?

Not we until you invited us.

Is it anyone who is a friend of yours?

Mary Ann, I'm so happy to see you. Is Henry here?

Do you think he has no pride? I only come out of curiosity.

What kind of man is this Richard Monpton mill?

To call a young lady under the very nose of her intended husband?

Mary Ann, I'm not engaged to Henry and I hardly know Mr. Mills.

From the way he looks at you.

If you knew him any better, you would be ruined if he did not marry you.

Florence.

Doctor and Mrs. Samuel Herr from the United States, Florence Nightingale.

Miss. I'll be here.

Hello. Hello.

Mrs. Julia Ward Howe is famous in her own right.

She composes books and poetry and Dr. Howe works with the blind in Boston.

With the blind, Dr. Howe? But what can one do with the blind?

Why he teaches them is Nightingale.

Dear friends, it's time for breakfast.

Oh, you see?

Hello, Mrs.

You Comics?

Do you really think it's possible?

Oh, Selina, for only.

She's already 22.

She's so beautiful, so accomplished.

Many men admire her.

But she does not admire them.

She's so strong real.

What would I be now if I'd been a stubbornest there?

You used to be, didn't you?

Age does wonders for a woman's sensibility to me.

SCENT!

Doctor Hart.

You said you worked in hospital helping the blind?

Oh, well, we do, more than just help

them, Ms. Nightingale.

We teach them to read.

To read?

How is that done?

Allow me to show you.

But first, I have to ask that you pretend to be blind.

I always thought that would be horrible.

That is exactly why what we are doing is so exciting.

Now, Ms. Nightingale, you're blind.

You cannot say things, so if I were to give you a piece by William Shakespeare,

I'd ask you to read me a few pages.

What would you say?

Have to tell you a mad, Doctor.

Mm-hmm.

So, if I were to give you another book,

then ask you to read to me.

What would you say?

I would still say the same thing.

Now, Ms. Nightingale,

I'm going to give you this.

What is this?

This is what we have devised in the Perkins School in Boston.

Do you feel anything?

Yes.

Paper.

Has a small bump on it.

That, Ms. Nightingale, is the letter A.

Here is the letter B.

And here is C.

Now, Ms. Nightingale,

you are totally blind.

You cannot see a thing.

Yet, can you tell me what letter this is?

B.

Totally blind.

C.

You cannot see a thing.

A.

You see?

Ms. Nightingale,

if you have a passion,

I would suggest the only way to satisfy it

is to pursue it.

I am not going to do it.

Florence knew it was considered unthinkable

for a lady of quality to enter a hospital alone.

But what she didn't know

was that when she crossed the threshold

in Middlesex Hospital,

she would be changing her life for everything.

Can't go outside.

Hey!

Hey!

She's not here.

Look at that.

Oh.

Come on, get here!

Whoa!

She isSheno!

To this Center.

It's the future.

Is Weiss has his Kinder Judahstein?

Are your favorites?

congested?

GSA Steen?

Yes?

All right then,

I just wanted to know.

This is a man's voice.

They don't want the locks are you here anymore

than you want to see the locks are then.

Can you hear what he says?

Not what you want, is your horse fiddle

from down the flat fries.

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Tell me.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Hgeantor!

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Hey!

Huh?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh.

Did you say the middle sex hospital?

Yes.

You mean inside the hospital?

Not much to see on the outside.

without asking our permission went alone into all that filth and squalor.

That's a fair description of it, Mama.

How did you know?

Yeah, you addressed Mama in that fashion.

Would you have me contradict her and say that it was beautiful?

Or that the doctors and nurses were sober,

or that the flaws were sparkling and clean

instead of filthy and verminous,

and that the stench was almost enough to me.

Lauren's that quite enough.

Florence, if it is one thing that we have taught you,

it is good manners, which you seem to have lost.

Full amount.

Good manners demand that we never make anybody feel uncomfortable.

And I cannot help but believe that a lady of your bearing and class

made many people in that hospital feel very uncomfortable indeed.

So drinkfully posturing.

So precious, meddling about in a place like that.

Florence, you have a kind heart and mean well.

Visiting a cottage in the country is one thing,

but visiting a public hospital in London is another matter entirely.

Unfortunately, Mother, you are quite right.

Still as an island stood our ship, the waters gave no sound.

But when I touched her quivering lip.

I felt the world go round.

You wrote it.

I liked it.

Old with the quivering lip.

Why are women's lips supposed to quivering not men's?

I don't know.

I love you Florence.

Will you marry me?

Richard, I'm always so happy when I'm with you.

You know that, don't you?

Listen, didn't want to fall on a day like this to know that Flo is going to make the perfect marriage.

Of course the Nicholson's will never talk to us again.

Marianne cut me dead yesterday.

And Henry, a whole branch of the family.

Go on.

But Florence is happy, surely? That is the most important thing.

Richard, something happened the other day.

I think I learned something about myself I didn't know before.

I went to Middlesex Hospital. I was drawn there.

I wanted so much to learn how to heal the sick.

Instead of learning anything or seeing anything, I was frightened and ran away.

I want to be brave. I don't want to be a coward.

I don't want to be sheltered from the other side of life.

I used to think I was called to heal.

Now I'm certain of it.

But I have to learn.

Your friend from America, Dr. Howe, told me about a place called Kaiserworth, where they train women, mostly nuns to become nurses.

But my family will be horrified and forbid it.

Will you help me?

Will you be my friend, my ally?

Florence, you must believe me.

While others may oppose you in what you wish to do, I promise I never, never shall.

Then you will help me.

Of course, in any way that I can.

But you still haven't answered my proposal.

Oh, Richard, hold on.

Tell me that I'm not mad or morbid and that if I succeed, you won't stop not me.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad.

Richard, this is serious.

Do not let your love blind you to a very real danger.

I love my daughter too and I'm proud of her accomplishments.

About this business of hospitals.

To nastity has always been her downfall.

I'm sorry, William.

But that is a quality I especially admire now.

You have not yet tried living with it.

No, to effect, my wife and I are appalled by this hospital idea.

We had hoped that when we were in the hospital, we would have to be in the hospital.

But when she actually went to one, she would see how considerable it is.

And Heaven was that she's agreed to this idea in Europe with the brace bridges.

Florence is not in Rome or Paris eating bonbons or buying frocks, William.

Oh.

She's in Germany at the Kaiser with Institute.

She's trying her best to learn to be a nurse.

What the devil do you mean?

Florence has an idea that's very strong in her.

She's like a mother with a newborn child and hates to see that idea die.

And I, perhaps just as much, would hate to see that idea die in her.

That's understandable.

You're in love with her.

In Germany, Florence learned about hygiene and nutrition.

But above all, at Kaiser with she learned that nursing was more than just caring.

It was a science.

They're missing you by the end of the year.

We're organs, is he, my friend?

Is it not me to that?

Don't go.

Messer.

Messer.

I can see infest.

You're a boy, doctor.

No!

No!

No!

No!

Messer.

Messer.

Come, Planar.

As much to dendab aildish.

Lasty-darmon.

You love children, yes?

Yes.

You have children of your own?

No, not yet.

But surely, something?

If God wills.

Tell us, what were you trying to achieve in Germany?

In London, one sees the poor everywhere.

Here.

Oh, we look out on our lawns and beautiful trees, but behind them...

Up to the point.

What I mean is, papar, that none of the people we know do anything to help the poor, those in need.

Florence, do you know what goes on in those hospitals?

I didn't know, but I know now.

I mean what goes on between the nurses and the medical students and the doctors.

As far as they can say, nurses are just...

Harlots.

A therapy, will you be quiet?

If I were a fainting woman, I would faint.

Well, you're not.

Don't you see?

We have to change our attitudes towards the poor and the sick and towards women who would go among them and help them.

But how do you propose to do that?

By example, my own example, to give.

Not just money and things, but to give of oneself.

Are you trying to tell us that you wish to leave and live hard?

Go and work inside a hospital.

No one seems to mind the idea that I go and leave them to marry Richard Milnes and live inside his house?

Please not.

Listen.

Do you realize what you're proposing?

You're proposing to give up?

Everything.

But, uh, don't you see?

It's everything that I want to use.

Not throw away a waste on endless luncheons and tees.

Florence, all we ask is that you not throw away the chance to make a happy and successful marriage.

Yes, yes, yes.

Well, you settle it amongst yourselves.

I'm off to London to get some decent quiet.

William, please.

It's not truthfully that I do not care.

I do.

I will not be part of any more family rise.

See what you've done.

You can't come in here, Miss.

This is a gentleman's club.

I know that.

My father, Mr. Nightingale, is a member.

All I want to know is, is he here?

Because if so, I must see him.

I'm not permitted to say this, or madam, Mr. Case.

Maybe it's a rule of the club.

If you care to leave a note, I'll see that Mr. Nightingale receives it when he is next on the premises.

If I were a gentleman, you'd be able to tell me if he was inside.

Ah, if you were a member, which is to say, gentlemen, that would be a different matter, madam.

I agree.

And we'll remember, un-gentlemanly enough, not to wish his daughter to see him.

Would he cease to be both a member and a gentleman?

Un-I-Be.

You've got me mixed up, Miss.

Oh, madam, as the case may be.

I'd say, William, there's a young woman outside making an awful fuss about having to see you.

Oh, no, no, double in the end. What have you been up to, dear boy?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

No, no.

What have you been up to, dear boy?

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

No.

Thoughts?

They couldn't.

Oh, my dear, you know better than to come looking for me here.

But, Pa, since this is the place where you are, I surely looking for you anywhere else would be rather stupid.

Women are not alive in the club, and you know that.

But I'm not in the club. I'm in the lobby.

Anyway, you look radiant.

But, Pa, there's something I must discuss with you.

Unless I have your understanding in health, especially with Pa, the end of the march, what I mean.

Shh, shh, shh.

I have reached the conclusion that neither your mother, Pa, Thay, nor anyone else with that matter is capable of moderating or controlling your interests, which would feel you, for more feeling of responsibility toward them.

As for me, I am now totally on your side.

Pa, but for goodness sake, don't tell your mother or your sister.

Or the rest of my life will be made even more unbearable than it already is.

Now, remember, we are in the club. Not too much affection in public.

Boredom Lady Ashcroft, Florence Nightingale.

Our Lord and Lady Brielle.

Florence Nightingale.

Our Lord and Lady Mount Eagle. Florence Nightingale.

The Lady Mount Eagle is on the committee for the institution you may have heard of Florence, the hospital for distressed gentlemen.

Yes, and I've heard of Miss Nightingale.

From Miss Marianne Nicholson.

Oh, Mr. Greger.

Oh, Florence Nightingale.

Look at him.

My mother would all his nonsense out of her mind.

He may have her mind to marry him.

Never.

I will wager that she never does.

Richard is a very patient.

Martha, what was that you just said?

Ever since Flo was a little girl, she has always done precisely what she wanted and only what she wanted.

She'll never do things his way. And after all, that is what marriage is all about.

Really? I'd never noticed.

You know it's true, Pa.

A woman may say what parties to go to, or how a gown should be cut.

But the real decisions are not the same.

Florence will accept that.

She will have to. Of course she will marry, and so will you.

If I had Richard Mills paying court.

Now, there's the man I want you to meet Florence.

Sidney Herbert, the most gifted and influential man in England.

Secretary of War, brilliant parliamentarian, Vasti, which lives at Wilton to my mind,

the most beautiful house in England.

Newly married, she didn't make eyes at him.

And not very interested in husband affairs.

And why do you care so much about nurses and hospitals this night ago? What do you hope to accomplish?

Women should have some alternative to just being wives, Mr Herbert.

Alternative? Yes. Now they have none. Thought in England.

None they can be proud enough. Nursing in a hospital is considered disgraceful,

when it should be just the opposite for the good of hospitals and the good of women.

To change the condition of the one, it is necessary to change the condition of the other.

Bravo, Miss Knight.

There's a hospital that needs a new administrator, Mr Herbert.

The hospital for distressed, gentle women. If I could just be considered for the post,

I would attempt to do the rest on my own.

How do I look? Am I dressed all right?

Oh, you look wonderful. That's all.

I mean mature series, sober enough to be an administrator.

Oh, I must be mad even try.

I've said any hub, but I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

I'm sorry. Oh, I must be mad even try.

Well, Sydney Herbert doesn't think so, and he's an excellent judge of horses, wine, and sober series with me.

Please don't tease me. I'm frightened of death.

What if they laugh at me? What if they ask me questions I can't answer?

Richard, you know that Lady Mount Eagle is a friend of the Nicholson's

and is clearly against me for rejecting cousin Henry.

Well, I clearly am for you.

Richard, I'm serious.

Now darling, those biddies couldn't think up a question you can't answer.

Now what's the worst that could possibly happen?

You'd be turned down for this post but be offered another.

Mrs. Mount

I know these committees.

Don't respect you if they think they're serving you.

Richard, you have that sort of confidence.

But I'm so afraid I'm going to fail.

I'm not frightened of that Florence.

What scares me is what he's supposed to be.

I'm afraid I'm going to fail.

I'm not frightened of that Florence.

What scares me is what he's supposed to be.

I have tried to present the reasons I believe I would be a good administrator

and the ways I feel I can improve hospital conditions.

Mrs. Nightingale?

Yes, Lady Mount Eagle.

Your qualification will be the case.

I believe I will be a good administrator.

I believe I will be a good administrator.

I believe I will be a good administrator.

I believe I will be a good administrator.

I believe I will be a good administrator.

Your qualifications are well set out in Mrs. Herbert's letter of recommendation.

But your ideas, I believe, are quite unrealistic.

Which ideas do you mean?

Well, for one, your suggestion to install mechanical lifts for food delivery.

Well, our nurses have always brought the patients their food.

Of course they have.

These lifts can save much time and effort.

But bedside bells for summoning nurses.

Why, patients, would be calling every moment for all sorts of silly things.

Not at all. I feel...

What about your suggestion for piping hot water to the rooms?

We have cold water pipe to the rooms, and that is quite enough.

Yeah, yeah.

When hot water is required, the nurses carry it in jugs.

As they always have.

You speak of these women as though they were just pairs of legs, madam.

They have a higher calling than that.

Do they indeed?

A lower calling, perhaps.

My nurses will be dedicated to healing.

The health and care of the patient is the important thing.

Your nurses?

They are not your nurses yet, Mr. Nightingale.

Quite.

Frankly, my dear, you seem too young to take on these high responsibilities.

As evidenced in these well-meaning, but quite impractical demands.

Ladies, please. These are not demands, but ideas for bettering a lot for both the nurse and the patient.

Miss Nightingale, you have had only a few short weeks of training.

Yet you come here, you want to change everything.

I feel that this is...

I have come here in good faith to say I want to work with you, to make this hospital an even finer institution than it now is.

If you agree, I would be proud to be its administrator, and if you choose me, I will put into effect any good ideas I have to make the sick more comfortable.

And the nurse is more efficient.

Thank you.

On July 23, 1853, Florence Nightingale was declared superintendent of nursing for the Harley Street Hospital for General Women.

Say you're looking far less not to badness on the home than you were this morning.

You've made me laugh sometimes, Mrs. Florence.

Oh, no, no, like this, Mr. Remember?

One arm under the head and shoulders, the other in the smaller back.

Oh, dear.

Nurse Davis, would you come here, please?

This bottle is legal spirits of balsam.

Luckily, I smelt it before it was administered. It is myriatic acid.

That can't be.

From whom did you order this bottle, Nurse?

From the usual chemist? It gives us the best price.

No matter what the price, I want you to tell that man that we will not use him again.

I will not have my patience at the mercy of a careless man, no matter what the price.

Your patience?

I would have known this before. You were born.

I'm the good one too. I work for pennies because I cared whether the sick got well.

You just ask anyone about me.

And now you come accusing me like I want to come and cheat that took money from the chemist.

You're accused of nothing, Nurse. I too care.

There's a sick patient in that room who trusts us and could have died from this medicine.

We will not use your man again ever.

Is that clear?

What if it's not?

Yes. Experienced and well respected.

I had hope to have your support in my work here.

I am the administrator, and it is my job to protect and help the patients get well.

We'll have our own chemist and have a dispensary right here on the premises.

That way there would be a check on all medications.

Now if that is not agreeable with you, then just as we will hire a new chemist, we will hire a new head nurse.

Now, do you understand?

Yes, Miss Nightingale.

Good.

This difficult job needs both of us. Let us try to do it together.

My dear, your success at the hospital is the talk of London. You become a sort of heroine.

You've...

achieved what you set out to do.

No, I really don't. It grants the fame.

But quite selfishly, I wonder about our plans for the future together.

I need to ask you now, finally.

Will you be my wife?

Richard, you've been so kind and patient with me for so long.

Florence!

Please.

I beg you. Don't force me to announce her now.

I must.

I always believed we had an understanding.

But if you don't love me enough to want to marry me now, why should you in the future?

Richard, I've... I've only just escaped one kind of domestic life.

The life of family and I... I don't want to be nailed to it again so soon.

You're making excuses, Florence.

Have I ever tried to nail you down?

I have loved you truly as a friend.

But I have a passionate side of my nature too, and that side of me has to have an answer.

If you tell me again that you want more time, you're saying no, and I must take that no as final.

You choose to make it final, not me. Very well, then, if it has to be now or never, then let it be never, and I shall never marry.

You're talking like a child, Flo, and a spoiled one.

Of course you will marry.

I do have a passionate side to my nature.

And perhaps I shall satisfy it outside of marriage.

But I shall never marry.

Flo, don't say you'll never marry.

Say rather than...

You and I will never flee part.

I love you.

I love you.

And when I say it, I'm saying goodbye to one whole side of life and all of you.

Past and future in dawn upon right here.

And I'm doing the daring.

And now it's done.

I love you.

I love you.

As over half the armies casualties occurred, not on the battlefield, but in its hospitals.

But if the medical supplies were left behind at Varna and Calamita,

why in heaven's name haven't they been shipped to the main body of the army since?

They've had five, six weeks to do it in.

Surely something so obvious, something calling for no more than the simply shred of common sense,

doesn't require a direct order from London.

I wouldn't believe everything that this chap rustled right in the time, should I?

In fact, I do believe it.

And even if only half of it's true, it's still an outrage.

And one which the whole country will be reading about and justly feeling incensed about from this morning onwards.

Yes.

This night in the early years here to see you, sir.

My dear Flo, what can I do for you?

Sydney, I would like to help with the hospital in Scotari.

Scotari? Florence, there's a big difference between running a woman's hospital in London

and trying to merely survive in a pest hole in Turkey.

Here you're respected, practically a celebrity.

There? Well, have you any idea what life might be like for a woman?

Women are strong, stronger than you think.

I bow to no man in my respect for women, but Scotari is a living hell.

Besides, it is a British army installation.

No woman would be allowed to enter.

And even if she were, what could she possibly do?

Exactly what the wives and mothers and sisters of those young men would do.

Clean them, take care of them, nurse them back to hell.

Florence, I don't think you understand the scope of this tragedy.

But I do, Sydney.

I want to raise a core of nurses.

The best that can be found.

Pay them out of my own pocket if I have to.

Take them to Scotari with bandages and shirts and medical supplies.

Pound down the army's doors if they won't let us in.

And take care of those wounded heroes.

This whole war is a monumental embarrassment.

We wouldn't even be in it if the Russians didn't believe that on land we are vulnerable

as opposed to our might on the seas.

And to make matters worse, the time sends William Russell to record all of the army's blunders

and the mishandling of the wounded.

Florence, what do you suppose will be the reaction of the military?

If they heard that a woman worse, a band of women is on its way to rescuing the British army.

Give me permission to try.

And if you can, give me funds.

Enough funds to show the world that we won't let our soldiers rot away in some foreign land for lack of care.

Sydney, our soldiers are dying needlessly.

What you're talking about is pride.

What I'm talking about is saving lives.

Will you help?

Florence, you can't.

The boat sails in ten days.

You'd have to leave London in less than a week.

And if I tried, and if I succeed, you would be going to a country so vastly different from England.

You'd be in the most horrible of circumstances.

No, Sydney.

The most horrible of circumstances would be to do nothing.

No, do you want it?

I've used two sons I want to have a place.

I've never had a place to live.

It's so dedicated to any situation.

I've been ready.

Such a nightmare for anything else.

Experience?

Nurse, to warm your own family.

Spent four years and sit, Johns.

Oh, and I've done scrubbing and washing, too, to raise my kids.

That's perfect experience, Miss Katari.

The city's sit down.

Do you know where Scotari is?

Some heat and place?

No constant and noble in Turkey.

Are you married, Mrs. Brent?

I never exactly married.

I can go, or I please.

And I please to go to wherever it is.

Why do you please to go?

For the money, Miss.

Eighteen shillings a week.

I just always like Nurse in the sick.

It's sort of calling I have.

At least I think I have.

I don't really know much about it.

Nobody taught me, but I just seem to know how to make people feel better.

And I love it.

You know what I mean, Mom?

Yes.

Just call me Iris.

Have you had any experience in nursing?

Well, I sure like soldiers.

I own a lot of them, too.

They don't like to think of any of them being with lying in the awful place.

Wanting a human ant to hold, or a woman to sponge them off or make them better?

I feel the same way myself, Iris.

I thought my calling was to be a nun.

I tried, but it was wrong for me.

So my parents arranged for me to marry an Englishman.

He is in the army somewhere in the Crimea.

Perhaps.

In Scutari.

He looked surprised.

I am.

Please sit down.

It's the end of a long, hard day, and I'm sure you're tired, too.

I want to volunteer.

To tend the wounded soldiers in Turkey.

Are you sure?

Well, me, less than those others.

I've watched them in and out of here all day.

Am I only worse than them?

No.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm only worse than them.

No.

Of course not.

You're a competent experience nurse.

I'm just surprised.

They're surprised.

I want to go with you.

Well, don't be.

What do you say, Miss Nanking?

Will you take me?

Miss Nanking?

Lulee.

Dr. Bleedner.

I am a nurse.

I come to serve.

You have to go to scuttari?

There you go.

If I can be of help, Miss Nankinga.

Miss Narktinger?

If you can be of help, if you only knew how I've prayed for someone like you,

someone who understands who doesn't have to be taught,

you know, I'm taking 14 women halfway around the world,

nearly all with little training.

And I'm terrified I won't be equal to the task.

You will. You will be equal to any seat.

No, I hope so. I pray so.

And those boys, they pray too, I think.

And look, they are coming.

Sometimes I think they're answer.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Oh, my goodness!

You're gonna be on a sunny day!

There she is, over there!

I pray to the priest, which is all these women travelling to the conflict

that is stored without so many charters of the greed to go with them.

Otherwise, I'd never have allowed it to go.

Have you got any one of stock tickets?

Charles, play here!

Oh, hello!

Just go on, Snowy, over here.

No, we cannot get near her.

She really is remarkable.

I never could have imagined she was capable of organizing,

carrying out a venture like this.

Her editor, I expect. I am so grateful that you and Selena have agreed to go with her.

She'll need to be among friends. I have a strong ship, yes to be.

There's not a lady in that company apart from Selena.

No one of our class would go tomorrow. I certainly would.

Florence!

I'm so glad you come to see me now.

I'm glad to be careful. Turks do not respect women the way English gentlemen do.

I will be careful, Mama.

Florence?

My sister. My little sister.

I'm so afraid for you.

This all sounds so horrible. I could not bet.

Rosie.

I want to go. I'm not afraid.

I know what I'm doing.

Of course you do, Flo.

Father, I hope you understand.

Don't ask me that. I shall never understand.

But I shall always marvel with pride.

With awe, that the brave noble girl that we raised in our family without ever realizing that she was different.

God's speed, my gallant daughter.

Gallant daughter.

Richard.

I had to be here.

I'm so pleased.

Will you have the most adorable patriot I've ever seen?

I've missed you Florence.

Richard, I'm happy to hear that. And no, you're not angry at me any longer.

Will you write?

Of course.

And expect answers.

And I will send them.

I am afraid of what I had.

But this is what I was always meant to do.

I believe that in her. I want you to believe in her.

I do.

All theirs is stay together. No one can offer things.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

I am afraid of what I have.

Florence, my dear, hold your head high.

How many of us in our lifetime can ever say, I have made a difference?

You were one of those rare ones.

As for us, I have no regrets for what is.

Only selfishly at times for what might have been.

Love.

Richard.

The journey to Turkey took nearly a month.

By ferry from England to France,

by train to the port of Marseille,

and by ship to Constantinople.

Florence,

Brace Bridges and her group of 14 nurses

arrived at the Base Hospital Scutare, on November 4, 1854.

The Base Bridge is now on the Base Bridge.

I am Charles Brace Bridges.

My wife Selena.

Of course, it is Miss Nightingale.

I am Dr. Clark.

She is welcome to Scutare.

She is welcome as it offers.

This is where you will be.

Barak's Hospital.

There used to be a Turkish Barak's.

Now it is a British hospital.

Strange this war.

Good God.

This way?

We have a present some 2000 cases.

The wounded.

Some cholera.

Some simply dysentery.

I have to tell the difference, really.

You will be staying in the Barak's Hospital.

I apologize in advance for the stench.

But, well, these are rough military quarters, you know.

I'll escort you to Dr. Menza's office if you're ready.

Now this Dr. Menza, sir.

Just who is he precisely?

Our Chief Medical Officer, sir.

He will give you your instructions.

Our instructions doctor come from the Secretary-at-war,

Mr. Sidney Herbert.

Certainly Dr. Menza knows that.

With all due respect, Miss Nightingale,

you and your party are a long, long way from home.

Dr. Menza's gives the orders at Scutari.

Who is that?

That Miss Nightingale is the man who gives Dr. Menza's his orders.

Dr. John Hall, the man in charge of all medical services for the army.

He is here on a tour of inspection.

Just arrived from the Crimea, actually.

Dr. P.D., don't let us disturb your dinner.

You've had your dinner, madam?

No, sir.

I'll see that a meal is laid out for you and your ladies.

Later on, when you've rested, perhaps tomorrow or the next day,

we'll have time to talk.

Thank you, Dr. P.D., we will have time to talk.

Thank you, Dr. P.D.

We will have time to talk.

Thank you, Dr. P.D.

We rested quite enough on the ship.

We are eager to begin our work.

Perhaps tomorrow is Nightingale all the day after.

Something can be arranged for you to do.

Something can be arranged for us to do.

Something can be arranged for us to do.

Miss Nightingale, our problems here are enormous.

We're already overloaded with patients and are about to receive more.

There's been a big battle at Balaclava near Sebastian.

There are great many wounded men.

There's been a big battle at Balaclava near Sebastian,

with a great many wounded.

That means a mountain of administrative work.

We're literally snowed under as it is with forms, indents,

purveyors, warrants, accounts to the paymaster general.

Now, if you'd brought us 40 clerks, instead of 40 nurses,

we could have put them to use.

Sir, we are not clerks.

We've come a long way to tend the sick and wounded,

who by your own description need us very badly.

Miss Nightingale, let me make myself very clear.

By over you've come, you are now under my command.

What you suggest is, of course, quite impossible.

No female has ever been allowed to nurse in the British Army,

and that is that.

Have I made myself plain?

I'm sorry.

So, let's wear a whisking our time.

Dr. Menzies, I understand all too well the restrictions of the British Army.

However, common soldiers who have fought with uncommon courage,

are lying just a few steps away from here,

suffering for the lack of what I have brought with me.

Medical supplies and dedicated nurses.

Charlie, you wouldn't let your feelings about women prolong the suffering of wounded soldiers?

They are not my feelings alone, Miss Nightingale.

There's a good deal of opposition.

Prejudice, if you will, among my divisional officers against female nurses going into the men's wards.

Well, in that case, sir, what the devil have we come here for?

I would ask you the same question, sir.

Doctor, when can we at least get acquainted with the hospital?

Well, your medical persons, as you are, tending wounds is our profession.

Very well, Miss Nightingale, your curiosity shall be satisfied.

Immediately after dinner, my aide, Dr. McGregor, will escort you himself.

But, Major, it'll be dark at that hour.

The wards will be as black as pitch.

Miss Nightingale will light them up with her presence, no doubt.

Or better still bring her candle.

Oh, Miss Nightingale, I wouldn't eat too much beforehand if I were you.

Chloroform?

Don't you know, sir? I gave orders.

No chloroform to be used in any hospital under my command.

But this man's legs and her terrible ways are mangled to the thigh.

He's gonna lose it, sir.

Smart use of the knife, sir. It's a powerful stimulant.

It's been as far better to hear a man ball-lustly than to see him sink silently into the grave.

Sir?

Gangt.

I've got him, sir.

I've got him.

Twelve of us in here.

We've only been allotted these three rooms.

Mrs. Bracebridge, would you mind coming here, please?

My God, what is that?

A dead man, can I look at it?

Russian? In a general, I should think.

Would you mind giving me iron, with him?

Oh, God, I can't, I can't.

Oh, sure, you can try. Come on, come on, take another way.

Come on, lift him.

Come on, now.

I'll sit, sit him up, sit him up.

Sit him up. Sit him up.

No, no.

Right, truly!

We're gonna need help!

We're gonna need help!

Charles!

Help us, lift you!

You've got him, it's not lift!

Yeah, right.

Right.

Got him.

Got him? Yeah.

Oh, God.

Dr. McGrier, be frank with me, please.

Why are you doctors so frightened of letting nurses into the wards?

What do you imagine we can do?

It isn't a question of being frightened.

It's just that women tending common soldiers in the army.

It's not done.

Dr. have you ever done things in your life that aren't done?

Of course.

So have I, that's why I'm here.

Now, please show me the walls.

Just come up, you're not there.

Where are we going to see?

What's that sound?

It's Rotsmott.

It's Rotsmott.

I see they lie here for the most part.

Just as they were brought in.

No sheets of blankets?

None.

They're left where they landed.

Shirts?

What they've got, huh?

It's Andre.

There is none.

Dr. McGrecker, we have clean shirts and bedding with us.

Please help us distribute them to the men.

It would seem simple, wouldn't it?

But the purveyor must approve it.

The truth is, if your shirts were for the officers, there would be no problem.

But for the commons, would you?

Well, you've already had some introduction to the prejudice of the British Army.

Oh, good way.

The walls are...

The windows ever opened here?

The floors ever cleaned?

No.

The dressings ever changed?

Are the wounds ever cleaned at all?

Are the men ever cared for in any way?

Doctor?

They just brought in here to die.

Doctor?

Have you finished?

No, I have not.

No, I have not.

Mom?

Yes.

Have you come to look after us, then?

What's your name?

Tom.

Tom Miller, man.

Where are you from, Tom?

Come on, Mom.

Come on, it's beautiful, isn't it?

Tom, we will be coming to look after you.

Try to get some sleep now.

I'll come to you soon.

Yes.

My mom.

You're going to die.

I'm going to die here.

That boy's wound isn't fasted.

Most of them are.

Better maggots than gangrene.

What are you going to say?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Would that help?

Miss Nightingale, I do the best I can.

Believe me, if I worked night and day, if I begged and fought for medical supplies,

if I killed myself fighting conditions here, do you think it would help these poor wretches one bit?

No, they would simply be worse off with one last doctor.

So I do my best to live with it.

And I stay.

Doctor, look, Redder, I beg of you.

Please help me to do the work I came to do.

Not even.

There are centuries of prejudice to overcome.

Only one thing has ever changed anything in the British Army.

And what is that, Doctor?

Disaster.

My god.

Isn't this disaster enough?

I'm not sure.

Dear Sydney, the conditions of the second movement arriving from the battle front are even more appalling than this hospital itself.

Tragically, most never survived the 12-day journey from the Crimea across the open sea.

Those that do are so ravaged by gangrene, cholera, in exposure that there is little anyone can do for them.

Surely someone must appeal to Doctor Hall,

about this inhumane treatment of our wounded boys.

For the most part, they are just boys.

Where's Mrs. Bresbridge?

Going for the morning walk, I wouldn't wonder.

Why must you always pick on her?

Because she deserves it.

She's got no stomach for this kind of work and you know it.

Why do we start work this night in game?

We can hear them in on the wards, Miss.

Calling out, they are.

Stentionless places enough to give a man a fever, let alone the curum of it.

And there are rats.

Sovereign.

Why can't they give us decent quarters?

I just bet the officers don't live like this.

Ladies, hear me out.

Mr. Herbert is thousands of miles away.

Our patients are here.

If we are to be allowed to help them, then we must bite our tongues, do as we are told,

and show the army that we too can endure suffering without complaint.

Well, I never came all this way to sit and sew blankets while men are dying for want of care.

If you can't make them letters work, why don't we just pack up our things and go home?

Nurse Davis, you signed an agreement to accept my orders.

My orders are to be patient, silent, and dedicated as a nurse should be.

How much good a nurse is any?

Better than most, but I'm not here to waste my time.

I hear the men crying out in there and my stomach turns.

Get us in there.

Oh, let's be gone.

You want to do what?

We want to clean your floors.

There are no brushes.

We have 200 in our store.

If we may not cleanse and disinfect the men, may we not at least go in and scrub and disinfect the floors?

And throw open the windows to stop the spread of cholera and typhus.

We have four miles of beds, four miles of floors.

And do you realize how filthy they are?

Do you, Doctor?

It seems that she disgraced to let the women do it by themselves.

We're not asking to do it all by ourselves.

That's why we have 200 brushes of nature.

Very well, Miss Nightingale. Go ahead.

Go ahead.

No!

No!

No!

No!

Miss Nightingale, there's been a heavy battle at Mount Incomen.

Above Balaklava.

I've been told to expect over a thousand wounded here within the next seven days.

A thousand?

But the water hopelessly overcrowded already in the dust from cholera, still rising.

I was hoping we could improvise something.

If your good ladies would help out, as they did in the wards.

In the past several weeks, your nurses have done tremendous work.

Really?

Few men would have the courage to do what you have.

Doctor Menzies, we can help you.

But only if we are allowed to attend to the wounded.

Is this a bit of blackmail, Miss Nightingale?

Furthermore, we want the purveyor's permission to distribute free all the shirts that we brought with us.

And your permission to hire enough Turkish workmen to help us.

We have not brought the funds.

We have. Over 29,000 pounds raised by the times.

Well, in that case, if you could do all that, my dear lady, it would be something like a miracle.

The miracle, Doctor Menzies, will not be what my nurses can do, but that we will finally be allowed to do it.

Please.

This man should be shut.

Please, he'll help there, please.

Up the stairs, please.

Yes, ma'am.

This way, bring him through.

Over there.

I shall look after him now.

No.

You've had a long journey.

Now you're going to stay here with me and I'm going to be beside you all the time.

You're going to rest.

That's right.

Close your eyes and rest.

And keep holding my hand.

Have a family.

Have a wife.

If she were here, she'd want to hold you as I am.

Care for you.

And help you to get well.

I'll help you write a letter to her.

And you'll see how much better you'll feel.

You're going to be

here.

During that terrible year of 1855, over 2000 soldiers wounded in the line of duty, died in the arms of Florence Nightingale.

Florence, it's us, Selena.

Come in.

Selena has something to say to you.

Hello, I've asked Charles to take me back to England.

Which, well, I suppose I have no choice.

Seems like such a betrayal of you, Florence.

Selena, why?

I'm not a nurse.

I have no purpose here.

But possible reason can't let be for me to stay.

For that matter, Charles, what possible reason can there be for me to stay?

For that matter, Charles, what possible reason can there be for you?

I resent that.

We are here to support Florence.

We are not supporting her.

She's supporting us.

Hello.

I know it's you who's had to cover up for all our inadequacies.

Selena, you have not been.

I am not as strong as you.

I cannot suppress my feelings the way that you do.

Suppress them?

Is that how you see me?

How else have you managed to survive and do what you have done?

Nearly a score of nurses that you brought with you have gone down with cholera.

Half a dozen have died.

And yet you go on.

It requires a hardness flow.

You're different from us.

You're different from what you were.

But sometimes you'll manage to go back.

Well at least she's not going back until she's done what she's set out to do, which is more than you can say for us.

I mean ever to that world we all once knew.

Suppose the answer is you'll manage to do without it perfectly well.

As you'll manage to do without us perfectly well.

For God's sake, Selena.

I'll say goodbye now, Flo.

I'm sorry I failed you.

Goodbye right here.

Goodbye, Flo.

Safe journey, Helen.

I'll be back.

There's nothing else.

That patient, they're ganguey in a war II. I'm going to amputate shortly.

I shall be their doctor.

I'll need the chlorophyll.

Dr. McGregor.

You should know their symptoms by now.

For God's sake, for the sake of this whole bloody hospital.

Stay away.

Or you'll catch the cholera too.

Stop!

Please treat these men with dignity.

You'll promise you miss.

Will you miss nothing, Countess?

Yes.

Nurse, will you please see to this man?

Everybody knows your name this night in Yale.

But the world has not yet seen as your face.

And who are you, sir?

William Russell of the Times.

And you were Florence Nightingale.

I wanted to meet you at last.

I can't believe the change you've made here.

In the three months since you came here, you brought some sense of order.

Before there was only chaos.

I have not been alone, Mr. Russell.

Do you know that the soldiers speak of you in hushed voices?

Almost as if you were an angel.

At the front you're all that they talk about.

What's been done here was done by ordinary people doing ordinary things.

It's the work of my nurses that has made the difference, Mr. Russell. Not mine.

And how'd you explain the quiet when you pass?

I can't.

Sometimes listening to that quiet unamazed because of the suffering, the squalor.

Because in the middle of it all there is this extraordinary gentleness among the men.

And they're the ones the grandees of the army call, the scum of the earth.

I've got to know a lot of them since I've been out here.

And you're right. They're brave and they're good.

But I know no one who's brave are all better than the woman I'm looking at now.

That sounds like newspaper talk, Mr. Russell.

No, it's not.

Indeed you are brave.

And important to the British people.

You deserve the credit.

And it's my job to see that you get it.

So you're attempting to make me a hero?

I'm just trying to describe the truth, Miss Nightingale.

Only the truth.

I have to leave for the crimeier in the morning.

Could we go somewhere and talk?

A man is about to have his leg amputated. I promise to be by his side.

Well, maybe afterwards I could wait for you.

It may not be an afterwards, Mr. Russell.

Had man's probably going to die by morning.

May a man should die alone.

By tomorrow, he'll be gone.

If you're ready to wait all night with that man,

I'm ready to wait all tomorrow on the off chance that you might be free.

Even for an hour, Miss Nightingale.

All right.

Now William Russell knew what Florence had told me years ago that she had a calling.

This lady who carried herself with such dignity.

This lady who carried herself with such grace that men kissed her shadow as she passed.

This lady with the lamp.

Tranny, here's another article from Mr. Russell on Conditions in Scutari.

Oh, really? The power, please, read it.

Due to the heroic exertions of Miss Nightingale and her nessies,

Conditions of the Balax Hospital so catastrophic, but for a few months ago,

have improved, but of all recognition and are still improving.

What an amazing girl.

Yet I shouldn't be surprised. Her whole life has been leading up to this.

I am so proud of her.

Oh, no! Oh, mother of God! Oh, no!

Oh, no! No! My darling! My darling! No!

No! No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

I don't want to give him up in my heart.

I began to think I'd never see him again.

And I did see him again.

Richard, though I am hardly ever alone in this place, I feel very much alone.

Everyone here is here.

If there is a hell on Earth, this must be it.

And when I think of you, and what our life would be together,

I feel I must be mad, possessed by the dead.

I feel I must be mad, and I feel I must be mad.

I feel I must be mad.

And what our life would be together.

I feel I must be mad, possessed by the devil himself to be here.

I miss you, Richard.

I love you, Richard.

When did that bed become vacant?

Early this morning, ma'am, we took him away.

Isn't he the third man to die in that bed in two weeks?

That's right, ma'am.

It's kind of a hard luck bed. I'm glad I'm not in it.

It smells bad down there, too.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

Nurse, doctor.

Nurse, stay calm out of that bed.

Put him at the far end of the ward.

Don't put any new patients in this area.

But we're so short of space.

Nurse, please do as I say. You may save lives.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

I'm glad I'm not in it.

Also, Fahrenheit, living in LDL.

Feelings without sin.

I'm glad I'm not in it until I hear it.

Do you know?

I love honey bears.

I love Little

So, Doctor Clark, how long have you been out in this infidel wilderness?

Too long, sir. I assure you.

What is that?

I believe it is Florence Nightingale.

The lady with the love.

Mayor present Doctor John Sutherland, Doctor Hector Gavin,

and Mr. Rawlinson of the Special Commissioner.

Gentlemen, you could not have chosen a more opportune moment.

When I explain to you why, it will not explain to you my appearance.

I think your appearance is just grand, Miss Nightingale.

You do.

Then please follow me, Doctor Sutherland.

Gentlemen.

My God.

Shocking.

Doctor, this entire building is a veritable death trap.

The gases from the sewerage channels are killing our men.

But that's impossible.

Doctor Menzies.

Once you have done that,

beneath this imposing structure is a sea of decaying filth.

The sewerage channels are hopelessly blocked by the bodies of dozens of dead animals.

Every breeze, every puff of wind blows poisonous gases into the airworks,

killing all those whose beds are near the vents.

Worse yet, Doctor, it appears your water supply passes right through the carcasses of two dead horses.

Doctor Menzies.

We will hire workers to clean these channels right away.

Or I am telegraphing London to demand your immediate resignation.

Is that clear?

Sir?

She's trying again.

There's a soldier asking you who would be.

She just left.

She should be there by now.

She's doing too much.

She wears herself out.

I can't bear to see her pain, she looks.

No pain at the nuss.

Locked up in this dungeon, eighteen hours a day.

I'm sick of your complaining.

Who are you to say where I belong?

You're no nurse.

You're just a common thief, a slut.

Here, take a look at your eighteen shillings.

It's easier than earning them on your back.

What? You scoot!

Get down!

Ahh!

Come on!

Hey!

Don't do it all!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Take it off!

Oh!

Oh my god!

Yes!

Ah!

Hey!

Go!

Go from here!

You disgrace your calling!

Wait!

She called me names, Miss Nightingale!

Terrible names!

I'll see how it's if that ain't the truth!

And I'll say them again!

Thief!

Woman!

No!

No!

You're a nurse, David!

You're a nurse!

Why do you torment your sister's soul?

You're a fine nurse!

But ever since we came here, your hand that is so gentle with the soldiers seems to be

sat against us.

Not against them.

Against you.

But why?

If I'd been born in your place, I'd be the leader here.

Shame on you.

The shame!

You think that's such an enviable job.

Then take it.

But when my power alone, I would gladly give it to you.

This has been a terrible burden on all of us.

Let us all try to get some sleep now.

It is Christ that died, yea, rather that has risen again.

It was even at the right hand of God who also made good intercession for us.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?

She tribulation, a distress, a persecution, a famine, a nakedness, a peril, a sin.

As it is written, that thy sake we are killed all the day long.

We are accounted as sheep for the sword.

Nay, in all these things, we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, and powers,

nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor death, or any other creature shall be

able to separate us from the love of God.

On September 7, 1855, John Sutherland wrote Sydney Herbert in London.

You little know what daily anxiety it causes me to see her die by inches.

This woman who tends to the soldiers and to her nurses.

This woman tends to every but herself.

Miss Nightingale, since I arrived, I have done everything you asked me to.

True. Yes, Doctor. True. And more than true.

Well, now I want you to do something for me. Will you grant it?

Haven't I better know what it is first?

And what if when you'd ordered me down the sewers, I'd say?

I think I'll know. I'll have to know what's down there first.

I trust that's an illustrate, Peritel, Doctor.

Far from it, I'm hoping.

Tell me.

How long has it since you enjoyed a decent meal?

Served on China plate with knives and forks that weren't bent out of shape and a good size glass of wine.

I... I can't even remember.

Well, there's a small cafe down in Scutari, I'm told.

Now, you need.

In fact, we both need a few hours to get to the end of the day.

We need a few hours outside of this place that will go mad.

And then what use will we be to anybody?

Doctor Sutherland, is that an invitation to dinner?

If you prefer, not so much an invitation as a prescription.

You persist in calling me Doctor.

Well, what have I said in that capacity that your work is suffering from a lack of recreation?

Is that true?

No. But what if I were to say it?

Then I suppose I would have to do what you want me to do and... come.

Dressed?

What?

None of that nurses garb.

The real benefit only comes when you're all dressed up.

At eight, Miss Nightingale, if you please.

And by the way, thanks very much for the honor.

Thank you.

My dear friend, I hesitate to write this yet I know I must.

I hesitate because I sense that in the turmoil that surrounds you, you are much alone and face many problems.

Yet, and before anyone else knows about it, I feel in duty bound to tell you that I'm going to be married.

If my dear Florence we could live forever, I would wait for you to come to me.

But I cannot make time stand still for either of us.

I love you and will always.

Richard.

To the future. And us. To us tonight.

Somehow this makes me feel silly.

I'm good for you to feel silly once in a while Florence. You've been cooped up in that place for far too long.

I was joking earlier about being your doctor, but your hand is trembling.

Is there something wrong with you Florence?

Nothing.

You must tell me you know.

Nothing that is a doctor you'd need to know about. I promise.

Then perhaps may I ask not as a doctor.

Today I received a letter from the man I once thought I would marry.

Only he's going to marry someone else.

Forgive me. He has every right to marry and I have no right to shed a single to you.

You loved him?

Yes I loved him.

But when he proposed I could not say yes. I put him off again and again.

I think I knew even then that if I gave myself to him wholly and completely.

I could not do my work.

One passion would cancel out the other.

One of the reasons I invited you here with me was that even though I see you surrounded by people, I feel you're very lonely.

One has to be alone to be able to think in the midst of all this turmoil.

I don't mean being alone to think.

I mean this as though the path you've chosen in life is lonely.

I am lonely.

I do want to be.

Sometimes in the middle of the night I belong to clean to someone.

Then I get frightened and I feel that if I give myself to someone I'll lose my way altogether.

It seems the only thing you're afraid of is love.

Doctor Southerce.

Do you really believe that a love will take you away from your work?

That will never be.

Florence, you're a divinely gifted healer.

Whatever you want to do, you'll do.

Wherever you want to go, you'll go.

Don't go.

And I would be most grateful if in any capacity you choose you would allow me to go with you.

Forgive me, John. I must get back.

Florence, it won't help those people hungry at the hospital if you eat well tonight.

I know that, but don't you see I can't swallow it down.

I don't choose to be as I am. This is not what I wanted.

This kind of curse.

I can never have a life like other women.

When I was 17, I heard a call from God.

I hear that voice still.

Go your own way, John.

Don't ask to go at mine.

As Florence's fame continued to grow,

a vengeful Dr. Hall took steps to relieve her of her command.

Left with no other choice, Florence made preparations to confront the man,

who clearly was her enemy.

The nightingale, before you leave, I should like to take this opportunity of wishing you a safe journey.

Thank you, Dr. Mensis.

I also want to tell you that I owe you an apology.

And not just because you're to see the Inspector General.

We did not receive you very graciously when you came. I'm the first to acknowledge that.

That your pluck and persistence are...

Well, those virtues are too, I particularly admire.

Every soldier does.

No man could have shown more.

That's what I wanted to see.

And you who's saying it means a great deal.

Of the original 40 nurses that Florence brought to Turkey, only 12 had survived when she left Scutari.

Now sick with fever.

Florence led her small band of travellers to Russia, for her meeting with Destin.

abre,

have a blessed round of immers

No!

Florence, you look exhausted.

The journey was far too long.

I have a little time.

But please, by our reception.

The men seem so encouraged that we're here.

You're like a miracle for the party.

Is that you, Miss Nautingale?

Yes.

How long ago were you?

I've come far too long.

This man's wound should have been cleaned on the spot

in the clothing-rounded cutaway.

Why has this not been dealt with me today?

Well, I'll do it!

Don't you have orders to do that as soon as the man is found wounded?

Very good, Florence.

Gently, does it?

You told me that when I was so angry with men's

I wanted to hit him because of the conditions of the sewer.

Remember?

I remember, John.

Yes.

You missed Nautingale, ma'am.

Yes, I am.

Where's Dr. Hall, please?

His tent is just over there, ma'am.

Thank you.

You blashed you for coming, ma'am.

Sir, Miss Nautingale, sir.

Ah!

Miss Nautingale!

My pleasure.

Indeed.

Don't give me, Doctor.

But there was a wounded man being brought in.

They said he was picked up over two hours ago.

But in those two hours his wound had not been clean.

The clothing round it had not even been cut away.

Isn't it possible that...

I trust you gave the orderly in charge of thorough dressing down.

Dr. Hall.

We've sent so many letters and reports imploring your men

to take these elementary measures at the front lines.

Do you know how many hundreds and hundreds of cases of gangrene

we've had at Scutari?

I do not intend to be subjected to a harangue by a hysterical woman.

If that's the method that got results at Scutari,

then I must warn you that I'm a much stoner man

than Dr. Menzies and far less susceptible to the wilds of a woman.

Miss Nautingale, are you quite all right?

Would you like tea?

Yes, please.

Haudelom!

Sir, tea for Miss Nautingale.

Sir.

The

Mabra, go!

There in the gobble.

There in the gobble!

There in the gobble!

Oh, well.

You feeling better?

Yes.

Yes.

You're a frail little thing.

You might can see that now.

I'm not trying to belittle your work, Miss Nautingale,

but when I read the papers

with the magnificent achievements attributed to you

and you alone at Scutari,

it does, sir.

But once teeth did.

Believe me, Dr. Hall.

I have never made any such claims for myself.

Well, you do not appear to disavow them, all the same.

You have no real authority here at all.

I've told you that before.

Your report states that you're the superintendent

in charge of the female nurses at Scutari.

That's Turkey.

This is Russia.

Pretty shock-ified Russia, but Russia nonetheless.

I did not come to exercise any authority, Doctor Hall.

But to discuss my ideas with you,

and to try with your help to prevent the tragedies

of last winter from happening again.

Doctor Hall, much has been accomplished at Scutari.

I had hoped to ask your permission to stay on there.

But I still...

No, how softly you speak now, Miss Nightingale.

Well, you may visit my hospitals, if you wish.

It's the least you deserve, but I shall need no help from you.

All your nurses, I have a well-trained staff.

Thank you, who don't coddle our soldiers.

We are not interested in your wildly applauded ideals on morale.

We do not have a little girl's army.

We have come here to gain a victory, Madam.

We're interested in glory.

Men who can bear pain without flinching.

A bay orders without question.

Something you might think about.

My advice to you would be to spend a few days here,

enjoy our hospitality, and then go back to England.

Doctor Hall, I...

Miss Nightingale, the British Army has a long, long history.

And it'll flourish long after you when your nurses have disappeared.

Doctor Hall, don't speak to me of the British Army.

The Army is men, sir.

Unless we see every soldier, every single one, is a human being.

Deserving a proper treatment.

Medical or otherwise.

Deserving equally whether he be of high or low degree.

Unless we do that, Doctor Hall.

Your British Army will become what it was but a few months ago.

That army of well fed officers who make wars.

And dying soldiers who have to fight them.

I am interested.

Not in prejudice.

And certainly not in conceit.

What a proper treatment of human beings.

Bodies and even minds.

I have come here to ask you to help me not to learn the rules of the British Army,

but to change them.

For the proud, great country that we both love will one day be humbled.

And lost because of men like you.

Mr. Jim.

She will get well.

She must.

It is in God's hands.

I...

I forgot only to bring the fever down.

We have done all we can.

But it's there left now but to play.

Like us all these soldiers, they are praying too.

I have come to relieve you.

No, no. I will stay a little longer.

You'd best get some sleep.

What good is it if you get colour at all? Take care of her then.

She is right, Doctor. You are exhausted.

I sleep to get strength to serve her.

Without her she is helpless now.

I will sleep.

For an hour.

I'll be here when you get back.

I'll be here.

On fire.

Well, little Nightingale.

You brought low now, aren't you?

Not so pretty now.

Sickness can do that, can't it?

To the rich and the poor alike?

One thing to do, they haven't done.

They'd never believe it weren't for spygo.

What would you do if you were me?

What would I want if I were you?

I'd want to live, little lady.

I'd want to bring that fever down.

You heard the news? Miss Nightingale has been taken very bad.

Go on.

They think she'll die.

Dear mother of God.

Don't say it's that colour.

He said it was the crimey and fever.

That's what they said.

I'll be here.

Richard.

Richard.

Richard.

Richard.

It's alright, Florie.

It's alright.

My hair.

I had to be done to break the fever, Florie.

And it is broken.

You'll get well.

Narcs Davis and Trudy.

They've been in here faithful as mother hands, tending you

and coaxing you back to life.

You look like a Madonna.

Beautiful lady.

The lamp shines on your hair

on your gentle, sweet face,

on your eyes.

Let me comfort you now.

Let me love you now.

Come on, pick him up there.

Pick him up.

It is Lord Ragglin to see you.

It's a commander in chief, Miss Nachtinger.

Major Sullivan, Lord Ragglin.

Miss Nachtinger.

I'd heard you better, but I had to come and see for myself.

Very kind of you, Lord Ragglin.

I should have come sooner, but I've had a message from the Queen.

Of the Queen.

Asking me to make sure that that excellent and valuable person

Miss Nachtinger is making a safe recovery.

I should like to telegraph her tonight,

that you have indeed made the recovery, would she?

And all of England prays for.

May I?

Yes.

I'm also giving you a copy of today's general orders signed by me.

Because it concerns you.

I've also sent a copy to Dr. John Hall,

whom I believe you know.

Miss Nachtinger is recognized by her Majesty's government

as the general superintendent of nursing of all military hospitals of the army.

The principal medical officer will therefore communicate with her

on all matters connected with that establishment

and will give and receive orders only through that lady.

Miss Nachtinger, I believe this is also for you.

This bridge was created in your honor by her Majesty Queen Victoria.

I've been asked to present it to you on her behalf.

The inscription reads,

Blessed are the merciful.

The war with Russia was finally over.

Though her heroes welcome awaited her,

Florence chose to slip quietly back to England.

The war with Russia was finally over.

Though her heroes welcome awaited her,

Florence chose to slip quietly back to England.

Back to her home.

The war with Russia was finally over.

The war with Russia was finally over.

The war with Russia was finally over.

The war with Russia was finally over.

The war with Russia was finally over.

The war with Russia was finally over.

The war with Russia was finally over.

The war with Russia was finally over.

Nacht!

Nacht!

I am home.

I am home.

I am home.

I am home.

My darling, flow.

I am home.

I am home.

I am home.

I am home.