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The drugs are all checked and safely locked away in those car and that's the last bandage

round Dr. Bramwell.

Sir, it's a doctor.

We're not open yet.

We're just having a drink and then this.

Shh.

We're sicked up first.

I'll take your bowl.

I'll go for the door, Mr. Benji.

What's his name?

Undertakers.

Frankly nice on his friend Maris and Miss.

They make no promises to him.

She'll be with Pine.

I thought he was going to go away.

He was holding his book.

He wasn't.

He's belly-mish.

He then looked at the docket.

I'm a doctor.

Yeah, a child.

You can take your hands off me.

You can do that to her.

You don't be able to.

Boy.

Give over.

You can pack that up straight away.

All right, come on.

Come on.

You bastard.

Do it, mate.

It's your bloody.

I will.

She soon so.

I think we've had enough of this sort of behavior.

Put that bottle down.

What she misses is a mad sod.

Give it to me.

You're very drunk and very foolish.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You've hurt us now.

Water's siches and mint, please, no scour.

I always hold in having it if you fancy it.

If you fancy it, that's understood.

I'll be dreaming while you spoon.

That I'm on my honeymoon.

I was a little of what you fancy, don't you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll be getting it if you don't behave yourselves.

Oh.

Oh.

I've got a headache.

Take a pill and I'll have it all so, yeah.

Only before of your life.

They'll eat you a few times, have you, love.

Well, seeing as we're all so ill,

I don't suppose there's a doctor in the house is there.

If there is, get yourselves up to the balcony.

Someone's having a baby.

No.

No worries, though.

You've got nine months.

No!

I always hold in having it if you fancy it.

If you fancy it, that's understood.

And suppose it makes you glad.

I don't worry over that person.

I'll have bought you a fancy, don't you?

Well, after three months apart, of course I'm a scotch.

I'd tell them, don't.

And beyond it?

Beyond it?

A little drop of randy.

A little much if I fancy it as you go.

And if you fancy it as you go.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

I'm sorry, Miss.

Disgusting drunk, Miss.

And don't bother coming back.

Meek is a lamb.

My first difficult patient and he was no problem at all.

Well, onwards.

My colleagues may not like a lady doctor,

but the patients don't seem to mind one little bit.

We must impress upon the bishop that the thrift is first and foremost a Christian undertaking.

So we are.

If he's going to fund an anesthetist, we have to convince him that we serve only honest, deserving people.

How do you assess a man's honesty before you start mending his bones?

Simple enough.

Church going sober, respectable people.

You don't realise what this infirmary views entails.

I know it's desperately needed and that's enough for me.

I fluting ideas about the deserving poor.

The poor have fouled, bad, tempered and drunk.

Why shouldn't they be?

What does temperance to do with health?

A great deal I should have thought late night.

Father, the Church is very welcome.

And when the bishop knows he'll be funding life-saving operations.

You've never done an operation in your life.

When I was a young soreburn amongst the Zulu's, we had no anesthetic.

So you're whisking down to the table.

Arms off, legs off, no nonsense.

You're a sweet old hard old pirate.

And we don't believe her, would you say?

Cora.

What an enthusiast.

She's turning out to be.

And what a grump you are.

Your first private patient arrives at two o'clock.

Don't be late home again.

A private patient? Who?

Very hard.

Miss Peggy Hart?

The Miss Peggy Hart.

You two did gently. She's not one of your ruffians.

How did you hear about me?

That's what we agreed.

New female patients to you.

Your first five bop.

Not much, but a start.

It'll be good to start paying my way.

At last.

Her education, best fruit.

And as my private practice grows, it can support my work at the thrift.

The work that really matters.

I just need something to ease the pain, Miss.

That stuff you gave me yesterday, that worked like magic.

Morphine?

I gave you that while we stitched your arm.

It's not something I prescribed just because the patient decides he needs it.

Mr Harrison, the pain is not from this arm and well you know it.

Your friend said that you were holding your abdomen.

Mr Harrison, won't you let me just examine you?

No.

You let me.

And the last one.

I can't take it off, Miss.

Not unless I'm lying down.

The pain's terrible.

The pain comes from an obstruction in your bowel.

In green will her near some distinction.

The pain comes from an obstruction in your bowel, probably caused by the hernia.

But you're not going to touch me all you miss. You're just going to give me something for the pain.

We need to do something about the hernia straight away. It's already irreducible.

Please don't stand up. Let's just keep the weight off your abdomen until the operation.

There ain't going to be an operation. You said your work going to touch me.

You mean trotches. Give me me a preachers.

You've already got an obstructed bowel. If the hernia strangulates, you could be dead in hours.

Really, just hours.

You're a liar. Slip of a girl. What do you know?

This hospital, it's a joke. So you a joke.

Fetch, Mr. Bed, you please nurse car.

You put the knife in me.

Oof! Faster!

Oh God.

Oh!

Give me something!

Your gut's going to go gangreness if we don't operate.

That's a posse word for a butcher. Give me something!

Cow!

Right, you abs on your right.

I'm an agony.

If you go now or I'll stick you in the cuss with it.

Mr. Bentley.

Olf, here is some morphine!

No.

Bye!

I'll get you.

I'll be back.

And I'll have that one.

You do an old shove your trusses up your arse.

The knife, Mr. Harrison.

She's here, Miss. Peggy Hart.

Look at this, Miss. One then French one, she said.

Lovely.

Where is she?

I'm so impressed with this young woman of science.

And what does this paraphernalia tell you?

That your heart is sound.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But your heart is sound.

But your ankles are swollen.

Used to be the shapeless in London.

And I suspect that you have too many late nights.

But you already know I'm on my pins till the small hours of the night.

Well, I'm afraid that you'll have to come off your pins if you want those ankles to improve.

What I want is a tonic.

Someone think to perk me up.

Even if it's only champagne.

Dropsy isn't cured by champagne.

You must try to rest more. Sit with your legs up.

Do you drink a lot of alcohol?

Drink it.

I have bath in the stuff if I could.

So, if I stop working and living, I'll be fit enough to go and work in a living.

Is that it?

Moderation, Miss Hart. That's what I recommend.

Five shillings, I believe.

I hope that this is the start of your fortune.

And one day when you have rooms in Harley Street, I'll be able to say, I gave her a first fee.

Thank you.

Your dad set up being pressed with all your science. And I certainly am.

Thank you, Doctor. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Miss Hart.

Is our patient with my father, Kate?

No, Miss.

Is she setting up?

D'Arts.

And in halation?

For goodness sake, Helena.

Look at this sleeve.

That woman is about as frail as a cart horse.

If you could learn to knock first and then talk in a coherent manner.

Father, she has no desire whatsoever to do.

She has no desire whatsoever to improve her health. I was wasting my time and hers.

She said she was unwell.

I won't have you going out on the highways and byways, coaxing people to come and pay me the odd five shillings.

Better have this back.

What's she got?

Nothing between her ears but champagne bubbles.

That oil will stain.

I think it made me a clubfoot, but he's still too young to be sure.

You haven't told her.

Nothing wrong with them.

The degree of deformity is slight.

What? You! Out! Now!

Oh, wait! I'm dying! Like she said, we're not fast enough.

Now, go on. On your way.

Mr. Bentley, leave him.

You'll file this place.

Is this man drunk? He's in pain.

Mr. Harrison, will you let me treat you?

Morphedon, give me the bloody Morphedon.

Yes, I think we've heard quite enough, Mr. Bentley.

And if we give you some, what about the operation?

Just give me the son and stuff and give me a hand off me!

Give me a sign.

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

Come along. The doctor will be ready for you shortly.

Are we paying you to stand and stare?

I think not.

And when he cries, he's seeing pain with it or what?

I can't bear to think of him in pain and helpless.

He's not in pain. Bring him back in three months.

Eleanor, I can't leave him to die.

If he so was up and is prepared to be even himself.

Eleanor!

Are we cracking this bottle now? Do we wait until the end of the performance?

Is that what I'm giving then?

Give me better than when you give on stage.

I think it may take my coat off.

Why not? I'm down to my birthday suit already.

You're feeling better?

Better. Not good.

Never good.

Not been good for years and years.

For that small mercy, I give thanks.

You won't know anything about it. We'll get an relief for this.

Someone who'll make you sleep all through the whole thing.

Really, I promise.

But I'll die, won't I?

It's fine.

Well, it happens I'm going to die.

Not if you let me operate.

The hernia is so swollen it can't slip back into your abdomen.

All I have to do is make a single cut, slip it back in and sew you up again as good as new.

Look at me, Mr Harrison.

I tell you, absolutely honestly, I haven't lost a single hernia patient yet.

No. Not one.

Mr Bentley, get some of those men to fetch one of the bed frames.

We'll get him back inside and lie down.

Down from the floor to keep the dust down.

No, perhaps not. We'll do that when he's under ether.

Boil every instrument we've got.

Tell Mr Bentley to scrub the table.

Give him some opium to quieten him down.

A fool does. I'll find an elitist. Just keep him still.

What if no one will come?

Someone will.

We're meeting the bishop this afternoon.

Four o'clock Eleanor. I'll be there, lady pieces.

I hope so. And do mind what you say to him.

He's not one of your raucous medical students.

I'll be a proper gentle woman. Not a word about Bladmungor.

I promise.

Oh.

No, excuse me. I'm sorry. I really must go.

We're going to use that first step then.

Oh, no.

Mr. Marshall.

What do you want, Miss Brownwell?

I have a man with a strangulated hanya. He's dying in its surgery.

You better find yourself a sodgeon.

I have. I just need an elitist.

Please, he'll die for the wander a few drops of ether.

What sodgeon have you got? Oh, no.

I've seen enough Ernie Ottomies.

I can't say it, woman. I can't as employer pay for him to come here.

He hasn't got a job.

Are you going to let him die because you can't spare an hour and then risk your job?

He's the father of five little babies.

They're only support and such a nice, gentle man.

You see what happens when you head off in your own?

You get put into all sorts of impossible situations, but all sorts of damned people.

You brought this on yourself. You know that?

Where are you going?

I don't know. I've never been to your damned thrift. You'll have to lead the way.

If we bought a small place together,

somebody discreet.

When even your daughter doesn't know about us,

if we decided to spend the night together, what would you tell her?

Well, I could always say I was staying at the club.

You could say that now and stay with me.

I know, I know.

Somewhere of our own, a haven for us, no more dressing rooms

and living to your house when the street is clear.

It's a lovely idea.

I'm not sure it's practical.

You're at your practice all day and I'm at theatre all evening and half a year.

I'm in the provinces.

And I miss you more. It's time you go.

It's the same for me.

I want something to change too.

I just don't know what.

You're like stuffing a struggling cat into a warm meat pie.

How vivid.

Right, what ether masks do you have?

No mask.

We have plenty of ether.

Very well. We'll have to manage as best we can.

Let's just think about it for a while.

I don't want to ruin what we've got.

We won't.

It's not as if we're in the first giddy flush.

Everybody needs a bit of looking after.

You tell luxury, a medical man who wants to look after me.

Ready?

What's she saying?

Cross it.

Damn it!

You've got to push off for this one.

Potiform quick.

No!

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die!

I don't know how long we'll keep him under.

Are you ready with this one, just nurse?

Of course, Doctor.

Perhaps she thought you said half past.

Maybe.

She's engrossed in her work, totally devoted.

There's a pore on the needy, the infirm.

Small children with...

Things wrong with them.

I'm sure she's very admirable.

And she's so looking forward to meeting you.

And I her.

She must be a very sweet creature.

Go in.

Go in, you horrible...

Can't you make some more room with those retractors?

You make a bigger incision, Doctor.

Yeah, I'll take this one.

You pull that one as hard as you can.

You can take it.

That's better.

No.

Come on, you slippery, slippery...

Shove it in, Doctor! Shove it in!

There has to be some degree of care.

No.

Nurse Carr is sitting within tonight.

She'll sleep when she can.

I shall have to bring someone in tomorrow.

Well, he's made it thus far, thanks to your determination.

I didn't realise how exhausting it would be.

Perhaps next time I'll hold the towel and you can do the hard work.

That's a serious offer.

Sorry, it isn't.

But we do need you as an anesthetist.

Oh, well, I'm already an anesthetist.

Like you, I want to be a sergeant.

There won't be enough operations to keep us both occupied.

I'm only going to have six beds.

I know.

Can I come back and see if you'd have a couple of us?

Of course.

I'll walk along with you.

I have to meet a bishop about some money.

I am.

I really am.

Very grateful.

Well, that makes me feel much better.

When I'm 60 and still pouring ether over some laborer's face and still living in rooms,

I'll remember your gratitude.

Your gratitude.

Lady Peters, your grace.

I'm so sorry.

Your grace, this at last, is Dr. Eleanor Bramwell.

Good light, hit Miss Bramwell.

We had our first operation to perform, and it was rather...

It took longer than we expected.

Then you should have left it till this evening.

With some poor soul in such need, it must be difficult to turn your back on them.

Especially when you've got the patient opened up before you realize that the bishop is already waiting.

I am sorry.

I do hope that you'll come and visit us soon.

See how much our little infirmary needs your Sunday fund.

Do you promise not to frighten a poor cleric if I do?

Do you have a specific gravity meter?

Good.

My hernia man isn't the healthiest.

You carry that all the way from the thrift.

It took it to Lady Peters drawing room two.

I daughter the one-on eccentric.

I get it from you if I am.

Look at us.

A lovely evening, and here we are, testing urine together.

Well, it's not the best social life I admit.

I've been neglecting you, haven't I?

All caught up with the thrift.

How long has it since you went to the music hall?

Weeks and weeks.

I've been very busy.

What a lot of work to do.

Nonsense.

I'm taking you to the theatre tomorrow evening.

I don't imagine my mother would have left you here languishing night after night, and neither will I.

A man with your responsibilities can't afford to leave the swaddled early.

But thanks to Dr. Bramwell, you have every chance of looking after your children for many years to come.

Fat charge?

Let him look after himself.

Less than...

Wherever they are.

You're five little children.

Two sure grown up now.

You won't be able to do any heavy manual work in the future.

It suits me, Miss. I act a bleeding stuff.

He's not made for it.

Well, you can see that for yourself.

I wanna say I'm sorry, Miss.

For the fight and all that.

When I've been on the bevy, you know.

He's only human.

I got carried away.

I should never have gone for you, Miss.

You attacked Dr. Bramwell.

It was a scuffle, really. It was nothing.

I'm a drunken rogue, Miss.

But I would never harm you.

You remind me of me, first wife, Miss.

Till her teeth dropped out.

Dr. Bramwell has crippled about allowing someone like you to die.

I'm sorry, Miss.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Bramwell has crippled about allowing someone like you to die.

I have no such cripples.

If you so much as raise your voice, I will personally throw you out onto the street, wound and all.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Sure, sir.

Your head is a charity case.

And you will behave like one.

I had to say something to get you here.

And he's a harmless old thing, really.

You're an innocent, Miss Bramwell.

But it won't last long in this place.

I've been thinking about you still being an anesthetist when you're 60.

When we get the Bishop's Sunday fund, will you come as an anesthetist two mornings a week for a few?

I've already told you.

No.

And as a surgeon for no fee on one.

You'll have to take whatever cases I've got waiting.

But...

Sajari.

One morning a week?

Hello.

Hello.

Who's your lady friend?

Who's the little girly?

Who's the little girly by your side?

Who?

I've seen you with the girl at two.

Oh, oh, oh.

I am surprised at you.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

You're still feeling little games.

Don't you think you're way as you were to mend?

Who?

Who?

Who?

Who?

Who?

Who's your lady friend?

Who?

Who?

Who's your lady friend?

Who?

Who?

Whoa.

Whoa.

I don't know.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Oh.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa.

The fun isophan.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Marbike Y assar.

Tarara Bumde will be, sir.

APPLAUSE

It's not in stylish girl, you see.

Bell of good society.

Not too strict, but rather free.

Yet is right as right can be.

I'm not too young, I'm not too old.

Not too timid, not too bold.

Just the kind you'd like to hold.

Just the kind for sport I'm told.

APPLAUSE

Tarara Bumde!

Tarara Bumde!

Tarara Bumde!

Tarara Bumde!

Tarara Bumde!

Tarara Bumde!

APPLAUSE

Sadly, my mother...

Oh, and the doctor, Harry.

APPLAUSE

APPLAUSE

Oh, the help of bring the curtain down.

I had down.

Send some supplies quickly.

It's a matter with her.

No, the curtain.

Try the lock to pop.

Bring the curtain down now.

APPLAUSE

The sick room, Kate.

Is it ready?

It makes me sick of course.

There's no fire, huh?

Staring with a vest?

No.

Get off all the head.

Kate, dressings, old sheets, anything you can find.

And he does.

Lots and lots of lights.

Go to Billingsgate. Run!

You've got your lap.

It's a...

Oh.

It's not pulmonary hemorrhage.

No, I don't think so.

How long seemed clear?

The ice helps.

I need to get you sitting off.

That's it.

Thank you.

There we are.

Send him out.

Miss Hart, we must get you into bed.

Have you lying down?

Ouch!

Picking.

My dear.

Don't let him see me like this.

Lady needs a bit of dignity.

Father, please.

Could you get the scope?

I don't want him seeing me like this.

He is a doctor.

Never let him out.

See, you were the best.

Don't let him focus.

Lister.

Is there anything you need?

She's quite calm now.

You won't forget to keep renewing the ice.

Of course, Father.

I don't know what to do.

Well, I'll be my study if you need me.

There's no need to stay up.

I prefer to.

Just in case.

How will do you know, Miss Hart?

Well, how did it all happen?

How did it all happen?

I'd buy her voice.

Her vitality.

Ouch!

Thank you.

What do you think?

I think you should suck some more ice.

Or taste of fish.

What's the sentence?

No, I just want you to rest.

I'll be back shortly.

That's it then.

I'm done for.

I'll bring yourself to tell me.

Press me that marinade.

It's unmistakable.

The bleeding comes not from her throat, but from her stomach.

How I missed it.

Well, I've never seen it this bad once before myself.

Lord Colombo.

It was the drink with him.

I think it's the drink with her.

Her liver feels enlarged.

She admits to drinking heavily.

Under that make-up, she's jaundiced.

So, what did you do for Lord Colombo?

I came and I dressed at his funeral.

Oh, it can't be the same for Miss Hart.

I think I better examine her myself.

She doesn't want you to see her father.

Well, I...

She doesn't want you to see her.

There really is no doubt at all.

Colombo was a fat red-faced old sod.

She's so...

so enchanting.

She'll make a good recovery if only she'll do as she's advised.

Father, I hope that you and Miss Hart...

I hope that you haven't brought someone to my mother's house.

My house, Eleanor.

Someone who has some call on your affections.

I didn't bring her here.

I wouldn't have done so.

But you took charge.

Her.

Oh, father.

Eleanor, I need no lectures.

If you'll excuse me, I have a patient arriving at 10 o'clock.

So a patient of mine sleeping under this roof is your...

What, father?

Your mistress?

Thanks to your management of this situation, she's here and we must take good care of her.

She came to you for help barely a week ago.

But you were so busy disapproving of her that she got none.

So don't you let me, young lady!

You must have no more drink. I do mean no more.

And you need rest. You have to stop singing.

I can't give up singing.

You must be able to do other work.

I've worked the whole since I was eight.

You don't understand what my audience mean to me.

You could have died the other night. Your audience was in uproar.

If they mean anything at all to you, you won't want to risk or repeat performance.

You don't think very much of me, do you?

You think I'm loud and vulgar, foolish.

But I'm making honest living being loud and vulgar.

It's what the men want.

Some it appears.

Most of them.

All sorts of men.

I care only for your health, not your morals.

I'll send Kate in with your tea.

Well, the bishop should be impressed.

I think we've done everything, Ma.

One, the senior member of staff present will conduct daily prayers at 7 a.m. and 8 p.m. promptly.

Two, that patience will not partake of alcohol.

Any patience so doing will be summarily discharged.

Three, visitors will only be allowed at the discretion of the staff and will comport themselves with dignity.

Are you going to the thrift? Is she safe to leave?

I do have other patience.

You still think it's alcohol with her?

She has all the stigmeter of liver disease. She's a drinker, among other things.

She's vervacious, defiant, brave, and warm.

You've always said that my mother was warm.

So she was.

Time will come, Eleanor, when being a doctor isn't enough.

Even for you, you could learn a great deal from Peggy Hart.

If ever you got down from your high horse long enough.

I've promised Miss Hart that you will respect her privacy.

In the circumstances, it would seem wise.

Can't see your bishop, Eleanor. We have a lot in common.

And hopefully when you have your wards open, there will be moral guidance for your patience.

But if we tend only the body, can neglect the soul.

As we're in your diocese, we would hope for some religious guidance from you and your ministers.

I can see that this small infirmary will soon be a jewel in the crown of Christianity.

Although our ward is not yet open, we do have one surgical patient.

Dr. Marshham acted as my anesthetist in a life-saving operation.

Pleasure your grace.

The ward is this way.

You'll see that the patient is post-operatively still very weak and drowsy, but essentially well.

Oh no.

Repeat the very young.

The poor little makarijo you want to start to try and listen to the power.

Oh, wait, you're the fidgety.

Hello, Miss. You joining the party?

Well, that's good, because there's a shortage of women in this bloody place.

Boy, I ain't going to England.

Boy, I'm with you now.

Shit.

She's nothing to look at.

But I'll give you a go.

Hello.

Yes, who is it?

It's me, pig.

Go away.

I thought maybe I'd...

Mark her off.

I don't want you looking at me like that.

My dear, we none of us look our best in it.

I'm picking my dear.

I was my darling girl.

I am so sorry, Your Grace.

No, I'm sorry. I wish I could have released some funds to you.

The man is ill.

The man is as drunk as a lord. He obviously obtained the spirit while he was in the care of this establishment.

It won't happen once we're open, Your Grace.

If you've all been so busy and preoccupied, getting ready...

I'm sorry, Lady Peters. I really must attend to my ceremony, duties.

You're entering a harsh and difficult world.

And if Miss Bramwell can't look after one patient, I doubt very much if she'll cope with more.

There are many worthy causes, and it's my duty to decide where our funds will do the most good.

And on this show...

He was only celebrating his operation.

Well, now he can celebrate, losing the Bishop's Sunday fund for us, can't he?

Let's go!

Will you take me now, you old bat?

You're on the mend now. You're recovered just as well at home.

You cover? I mean so much, Paane. I'll be better off with me earlier.

Dr Bramwell saved your miserable life, you are.

This is the colour life and smell of the East End, is it?

Well, as far as I'm concerned, the colour is lurid, the life flow, and the smell is indescribable.

I've got both.

So, that's it. No money, no anesthesia, no surgery, no doctor marshm.

There are other charities.

You must think me a fool for allowing this to happen.

Not quite.

But this hospital is for people like him. Exactly like him.

Then this is just your fuss battle of many. I hope you win some of them.

Mr Bentley, take that list of regulations down, a dad. No singing at any time.

We can still get a house together. With the garden for you to sit in.

It might have been nice, till it went wrong.

You became ill, nothing went wrong. How could that make anything wrong?

Look at me, Robert. A tired old trooper in your grand house.

Your daughter knows about us, you're ashamed and guilty.

Not shamed.

You've got responsibilities, Robert. A profession. Look at me.

I love you.

Then let me be. Don't make a fool to me like this.

I never want anyone else looking at me like you're am.

I know I did.

I'm not sure to keep her up in this to herself.

No, she shouldn't.

She's right. I want to go home now.

I don't want you to go.

But more than anything, I want you to be happy.

Then let me go home now.

I am sorry about the outcome. And for not handling him better.

But I won't apologise for admitting Mr Harrison.

How can I?

And if three Mr Harrison's come barging in tomorrow.

We may need to send out for some more ether.

People don't come to us because they love us. They come because it's us or the mortuary.

Would you really have sent Frank Harrison to lie on the slab?

He cost us a hundred pounds.

A hundred pounds.

We share the same good intentions Eleanor, but there are ways of doing things.

Oh, very well.

The minor clergy of Islington asked about wooing them.

Thank you.

But just say when you want me to dance attendance.

Thank you Eleanor. But I think not.

When did she leave?

Don't worry, she'll do whatever's necessary to recover.

Give up her theatre.

When she comes to life on stage.

You take her away from it.

I'm very sorry for that.

So you should be.

It's one thing misdiagnosing a charity case, but when you've been paid five she thinks of it.

I didn't realise she meant so much to you.

No, they'd lie.

I suppose I'll see her again.

You expect too much of people that I know.

I judged her very harshly.

And with not much thought.

It's not only the poor and dirty that new compassion.

No.

A medicinal draught then, father.

Small whiskey?

Well, I'm feeling very weak, Eleanor.

I think a small one might be a mistake.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, you know her.

You love her. You've been asking for her.

She's been away for a while, but she's back now.

She's bold. She's brazen. She's beautiful.

She's Miss Peggy.

I'm never was a one to go and stint myself.

If I like your thing, I like it that's enough.

All there's lots of people say that if you like a thing a lot, it will grow on you.

And all that sort of stuff.

Now I like my drop of stout as well as any one.

But a drop of stout's supposed to make you fat.

And there's many a lardie-dardie madam.

Doesn't dare to touch it.

Cos she mustn't spoil her figure.

Silly cats.

My darling's. It's more than a young girl can cope with.

Come on, son, old son, she can't be too innocent.

I was holding, having it if you fancy it.

If you fancy it, let's undisture.

And suppose it makes you fat.

I don't worry, all that.

Cos selling for the boy in fancy.

Cos she's good.

Cos she's good.