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You can't just leave him there. Yes, I can. He's all yours. What's his name?

Charmin, you're welcome to him. And what happened to Tom? He went down to suicide and he didn't come back.

Found him down at a small name. Two days? Just tell your doctor.

Don't waste no time on him. If he croaks his one less skiver.

Now can I get on with my work? No, you can't.

No, I'm going, Mr Bentley.

We'll get this. Paul if you might onto a bed. Ready for the doctor when she comes.

Hey.

Hey.

You have a diseased heart as Dr Hunter diagnosed, but with rest and care, I'm not afraid of death, Miss Bramwell.

Hopefully you have years yet. Maybe not as a housekeeper.

I'm ready for my God whenever he may call.

I hope that won't be for a long time.

Dr Hunter is wise to give you a room in the main part of the house and not up another flight of stairs.

Oh, this has always been my room. Even before I became ill. But he is a kind man.

Only last week he saw this at a shop.

He thought of me.

Ladies?

Dr Hunter, I was about to call you. I'm quite finished.

Enlarged heart as you diagnosed and signs of mitral regurgitation.

She could stay in the same condition for years or she could suddenly worsen.

Well then we must make sure that she doesn't.

I don't think she should resume her duties.

Well she hadn't worked for some months.

We're a small household. Just me, a man, servant and a maid.

She may require nursing as her condition deteriorates.

It's already difficult for me, her employer, to also act as her doctor.

Which is why I asked you to call. Would you be willing to treat her?

Of course. Thank you.

And now I must go.

If there's ever anything I can do to assist you at your infirmary.

Really?

As a neurologist, I'm sometimes called out on emergencies. I've been delighted.

You know, the more I heard about the revolutionary lady, doctor, the more curiosity I had about this strange new creature.

You must be very disappointed.

No. No, I'm not. If there's ever anything I can do to help in any way at all.

Thank you.

His arm should heal now.

But if his skull is fractured, there's very little we can do.

It might as well get older to people than let this happen.

Are you sure there are things you've got to do, doctor?

And this isn't the music hall.

Gopin won't help the boy.

Lady Peters, I'm sorry I'm not able to attend the fundraising this evening.

I knew it.

He's slipping in and out of consciousness and if his condition worsens.

The water can come and get you.

Mr. Marsham will be there.

Well, there's terrible accent and skull. Wonderful.

I hope you don't think it's been easy getting so many influential people together.

That boy lay in a sewer for two days. He's starving and dehydrated.

Tell them? Tell the doctors, barristers, businessmen at the suire this evening.

Pull their heartstrings. Not mine.

Mr. Porter, what shall I do?

I want to go to the bathroom and take me on to prove.

Send me back to London as quickly as you can.

Oh, Mr. Porter, what a silly girl I am.

You look as though you're being tortured.

Sorry, I don't know what to say to these ladies.

It doesn't matter what you say, they have nothing between their ears anyway.

And you've got up with them, night after night.

Don't make a habit of it. And I wouldn't be here at all if we weren't raising funds for our salaries, Mr. Marsham.

Do try to be a little pleasant. Talk to someone.

I will be your own for life. You're given it to them little wife.

If you'll never tease me anymore.

You haven't speak trinity?

I didn't know you'd be here. I hate public speaking. I'm afraid it's going to be very dull.

I will be very attentive.

Send me back to London as quickly as you can.

Oh, Mr. Porter, what a silly girl I am.

Ladies and gentlemen, a pause in our entertainment.

While we turn to my dear friend, Dr. Eleanor Bramwell.

Some months ago, thanks to a generous donation from Lady Peters, I opened the thrift in

the air of his diploma, I already opened a jeans shoe and a

He's employer sent him down a sewer.

And when Tom fell from a ladder in that dark and terrible place, he broke his ribbed arm

and maybe his skull.

His employer annoyed that he didn't emerge from the sewer, went home.

Went home.

The east end of London is filled with people like Tom.

But there is only one thrift in Fermory.

I need help.

Dr. Marshham has been very kind, giving his assistance on a part-time basis as a charitable

act.

But the thrift needs him every day.

I'm unused to asking people for money, but tonight that is exactly what I must do.

And I'm sure you have our support, Mr. Bramwell.

And to start the ball rolling, I pledged £30 for Mr. Marshham's bread and butter.

It is time someone spoke out against unscrupulous employers.

You shame us all.

Oh, my daughter's good at that.

Sometimes I'm so bound down with shame I can barely eat my pudding.

The day you leave a morsel on your plate, you just get embarrassed when doctors admit

they care about the poor.

They all care, I don't know.

It's how much you do for them that wears me.

Yeah, I wish I had Mr. Bramwell's courage.

You have nothing to rebuke yourself for.

If the way you treat your housekeeper is anything to go by.

Well, she's been a faithful servant.

How could I abandon her?

I hope you're listening, Father.

And when Kate is weak and feeble, you'll be as kind.

Well, she's weak and feeble.

Now I indulge her at every turn.

You look much better than you did last night.

He's doing very well.

I thought a bit of help.

The men have to get every step down, isn't it?

All right?

Don't you?

Of course you don't.

You drank it yourself and forgot.

I don't remember seeing that show before.

She brought me from home.

That arm won't mend to be scold.

Simple nursing, Mr. Bentley.

Oh, then, innit?

No one else has got one.

Come on, this way.

Put them on the table.

There you are, Miss Bramwell.

Is it?

Your speech was very mover.

And my servants want to help.

So I told them to look out all their old boots and clothes.

Oh, it's the groom.

Oh?

The cook.

Oh, it's the cook.

Oh, it's the cook.

Look, matching knickerbockers.

It's the groom again.

Thank heavens he looks after the horses better than its clothes.

Dr. Bramwell, there's a Dr. Hunter to say.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Bentley.

I'm just coming.

Why on earth does he want?

These things.

Put them in the store room, please.

I'm glad he's here.

I need to talk to him.

How much do you choose us?

Miss Bramwell, I promise I'd visit you.

I'm used to people saying that, but it doesn't often happen.

Where should we start?

If he's awake and eating normally,

I doubt if he needs any treatment.

Are pupils reacting normally even sized?

His colours are not right, Doctor, and he's not sleeping well.

You're on your headache.

No, for his eyes.

Can you see normally?

It's probably blurred.

The nurse car, would you fetch the war journal, please?

It's on my desk.

Now young man, how many fingers am I holding on?

Free.

Not too terribly blurred then.

I doubt if there's any lasting damage.

You really are very kind.

It's a pleasure to help.

Any head injuries you get just call me.

You know, I admire everything you're doing here.

It can't be easy.

No, it isn't.

And your care seems to be working wonders with my housekeeper?

Oh, good.

I'm thinking of sending her to the coast for a few weeks.

Just what she needs.

See, yeah.

The straw hat and the bucket and spade.

The crucifix on the one arm and a prayer book and the other.

It's a mistake to become too attached to any patient.

In a few days, Tom will be well enough to leave us.

And where will he go?

There's the foundling home.

Better if we'd left him in the sewer.

Hardly.

Or maybe the chapel orphanage,

where he'll get a training and a decent diet.

I'm sorry, Doctor, but that child needs love.

You hardly open his mouth.

He has no need to.

You dole is talking for him.

A few more days.

And he must go.

The legs still nasty, Doctor, infected.

I should have left the dressing for you to see it.

Miss Brahma, I'm late.

I'm so sorry.

No, I'm sure you're not.

It's unforgivable.

Am I forgiven?

I'm such an early bird, I expect.

Well, no, which is probably wrong.

They're ten minutes, I knew it.

And I so wanted to make a good impression.

Oh, and another thing, Nurse, he beats us every day.

Well, perhaps you're naughty.

I wasn't.

You're not naughty, are you?

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

I'm not naughty.

Dr. Hunter, am I early?

No, not at all.

I'm sorry if you kept waiting.

It's the maid's day off.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You're not worried, is she worth?

Oh, it's probably nothing.

She's just tired.

Perhaps it's a simple cold.

I wonder where she's hiding itself.

Oh, allow me.

I'm afraid we're a very informal household these days.

I'm afraid we're a very informal household these days.

I'm afraid we're a very informal household these days.

I think she must be in the kitchen.

Mary?

It's like one moment.

Mary?

She must be in a room.

I'm sorry.

Mary?

Mary?

She must be in a room.

Mary?

Mary?

Hey, I call him.

Thank you, Robert.

What a success the evening was.

Mr. Marshm's wage is safely tucked away, even though there is still one donation to come.

And that's wrong.

We may have some time waiting for it.

Dr. Hunter made a great show of promising 30 pounds, but nothing's materialized.

And according to Reginald Bird, who should know, being the man's solicitor,

Hunter is just about on Queer Street.

Just as we thought, her heart simply stopped.

No sign of pain or distress.

Death due to heart failure, poor soul.

And a post-mortem?

I don't see any point.

Is there anyone I can inform for you, her family?

No, no, no, I'll do it.

I'll be arranging the funeral anyway.

Make sure she receives the full rights at all Saints Church, where everyone knew her so well.

She was fortunate to have an employer and friend like you.

If you need anything, anything at all.

Perhaps your company, when you can spare the time.

Of course.

That would be...

Well, this is an emotional day.

Perhaps I should say no more today.

Beauty in the center of London.

Oh, far, it's very lovely to you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

The man is in financial straits.

I heard it from a dependable source.

For once it's not gossip.

She heard it from his solicitor.

I hope our solicitor doesn't spread so much.

The solicitor doesn't spread so much about us.

Well, mate, we have the same man.

Reginald bird. That pompous gossip.

And even if he was right, lots of doctors have financial problems.

Not doctors who pay court to my daughter.

He doesn't pay court to me.

Well, every time I see him, you're either rushing to his side or running from it.

Father, I'm breathless from bicycling, not from passion.

His housekeeper died. It's hardly a lover's trist.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize.

And anyway, he's not in financial trouble.

He's paying for a lavish funeral for her, something he's in no way obliged to do.

You should be careful what you say about fellow professionals, Father.

The eggs of a young Tom poached.

And to make sure Tom gets the butter.

I shall ask him what he had.

I'll just look at your dressing.

There.

You see it well, and I'll see you tomorrow.

And this party will be Viking.

I think that's a good subject.

Hello Reginald.

Bramwell.

Just a man.

Yeah.

A word to the wise.

It's not raw scamful, Peter.

My daughter will skin me if I read her for dinner.

She may have worse to worry about.

He's in the drawing room, Miss.

Shall I take up to her dinner bag?

I don't know.

Probably.

I'll let you know.

He's very nice, Miss.

Dr. Hunter.

What a pleasant surprise.

Now, I've already called her late, but I'd like to get the funeral arranged and make

sure we can get the church and the organist.

My forename was...

Mary Agnes.

Warner.

Age 48.

Poor woman.

No age at all.

Won't you stay for some refreshment?

Or dinner?

There's always enough for a guest.

Thank you, no.

Perhaps it's another evening.

He married Mary Warner two years ago.

There's no doubt about it.

According to Bird.

You've seen the marriage lines.

There will be read in a week's term.

Wait, Father.

He married his servant.

Why should he do that and pretend?

Well, hardly a match to be proud of.

Socially or professionally.

He married her for money, Eleanor.

She may have married him for his.

Seems she was a wealthy woman.

She left thousands.

But I wrote the death certificate.

Mary Warner.

How could they have been married?

Perfectly legal to use a maiden name.

Married to one woman flirting with another.

Can't you see what sort of man that makes him?

I don't understand.

He's a liar and a woman, Izer.

It's as simple as that.

She wasn't beautiful, Father.

Or young or amusing.

Maybe he married her out of pity.

Is that so terrible?

I'm sorry, Miss.

What are you waiting?

Oh, but they're really aware of me.

I'm sorry, if you want, they are all being

trans sensors.

I got a worry about just being in family.

I want to come ship.

We need to be a ship.

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

Eight years old, I'm past it.

Except for me.

Are you poorly, Miss?

No, Kate. Thank you. I'm quite well.

Oh, the groom says do you want the carriage to the thrift?

Yes, but please tell him I have a call to make on the way.

He's missing now.

You don't deny it then. She was your wife.

Why should I?

And you married her for her money.

If she'd been the honourable Miss somebody,

that would have been quite acceptable.

But because she was a servant, I... it's so hypocritical.

How could you pay court to me all the time married to her?

If I never paid court to you.

I'm sorry if you thought I did.

I know you did.

The daisy.

The daisy?

It's hardly a declaration of love.

No.

And has she to be buried?

It's done this morning.

But the certificate wasn't written until last night.

You had so much to arrange.

I seem little point in delaying the ceremony.

Eleanor.

Eleanor.

Your wife has been dead less than 24 hours.

The simple truth is I need another housekeeper.

A housekeeper?

Did you ever love her?

She's dead.

What good are Agoula's trappings to her now?

You have no grief at all.

I'm surprised you even bothered burying her.

Why not just bundle the body up in one of these sacks?

Save yourself the expense.

I'm sorry.

But you misjudged our friendship.

Now let's pardon without female hysteria if you please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

He must have been in terrible pain walking on that leg.

It's ultra-synthetic.

It'll be that dreadful old man. He'll have made him.

No one makes that one do anything.

Anybody give him a good fresh and he'll think twice next time.

You struck a patient.

He needs a strong hand there. It's not your soft heart.

I won't tell him in this once.

I hope it's taught you not to be bored by him.

He's dead.

Try your eyes.

Excuse me. There was a burial this morning. I'm Mary Hunter.

Or Warner?

Not for you, then.

There must be some more.

Well, no, unless it's a pool for you looking for.

I'm Mark, shared plot.

Oh, that lot was done today.

Oh, of course.

There's ten of them in that plot.

I'm sorry.

Who shall we start with first?

Tom!

I do Tom's dressing.

Dr. Bramwell said I could.

What was that before I was on the staff or after?

Now I'm here officially.

She may just want me to do everything you used to do,

rendering you obsolete.

The leg still infected, Dr. Flubitus and Alsace.

I know how she wants it treated.

I can see we're not going to get rid of you until this leg's better.

Look at that.

Look at that.

A miracle.

But to assume the bodies think what that looks like,

you've been seen together quite openly at lunches,

walking our galleries.

I mean, quite happily wrote out the deaths until we go.

And now I want to be sure.

And now when you're friendship's over, you make these accusations.

I assumed too much.

My examination was too routine.

I trusted his diagnosis too readily.

Because you liked the land.

Exactly my point.

You thought a great deal of him.

You had... I don't know.

Heroic ideas about him.

And I heard rejected.

I can't turn my back on this for fear of what people may think.

And I can't let her lie in her grave if there's the slightest shadow of a doubt over her.

Perhaps we misjudged the man.

Maybe he did love her when...

What if you forgive me when she was younger?

More to his taste.

For all your worldly ways, you're innocent when it comes to men.

I was her doctor and I owe her a duty even in death.

I have to do what's right.

Dig up her grave.

You know how she died.

Where and when?

I want to know why.

Heart. You know it. Heart. Heart, heart, heart.

Or murder.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You hate me so much.

How could you do this to me?

Doctor Hunter.

They say I have to identify her.

Next of kin, yes sir.

It's cruel.

I've heard of past Doctor Hunter.

Everyone knows why, of course.

A bitter, frustrated spinster.

Come on, I know.

I don't want her touching the body.

She could do anything to it, get the results she wants.

We'll be watching her, sir.

We'll be stepping away.

Thank you, Constable.

Miss Brownwell.

A little formaldehyde in each.

All right.

Well, Eleanor.

I knew that there'd be an explanation.

It seems your past Mary was a brothel keeper.

That's where she got her money from.

Hunter was terrified that if her past was revealed, he'd become a laughing stock.

That's why it was all so secret.

That's everything ready.

The mortuary attendant will be here this afternoon.

I said we'd start as soon as he arrives.

I wish we'd known about her past before we applied for her ex-emission.

Where the Mary Warner was a brothel keeper or a nun means nothing to me.

I care only about what caused her death.

The man's a lion of fool.

Why does he also have to be a murderer?

The police already suspect that you're acting out of spite in this.

You have to examine your motives very carefully.

I already have.

Very well.

Mr. Martian, we have work to do looking out for the living.

I don't want a girl.

It's a good school where you'll learn a trade with lots of other orphans.

Oh, nice day!

Lady Peter has given you a change of clothes, a nice warm overcoat for the winter, and five shillings.

Not for porter or stout or ale.

And your very own prayer book.

I want to stay here.

You can't stay here. This is for sick people.

She said I could.

He could live with me.

Go with Lady Peter's tongue. She'll take you all the way to the school in her carriage.

Now.

Give nice car a kiss then you little.

Jealousy after me.

Jealousy, Jesus, meek and my face.

Look out!

I could have looked after him, Miss.

Nurse Car, I see I shall have to deal with this here and now.

And you too, please, Mr. Martian.

You're my right hand and my right hand deceived me.

These beds are for the sick, Nurse Car. Not for any waives and strays. The staff may take a fancy to.

His leg had been bad, Doctor. But then it started to heal so quickly and I was sure if we could just wait a bit, I'd find a way to help him.

He's a good boy.

Mr. Bentley tells me he went out overnight. He drank alcohol. He tried to smuggle some back in. He stole money. His motherless and undisciplined.

And you want to be his mother?

How can you be to an arch in like that? You work here 16 hours a day. You've no husband. You live in one room and a scullery.

Can you imagine the merry dance he'd lead you?

Kind of managed. I just think it's wrong to send him off to an apprentice school eight years old.

What do you feel is really neither here nor there? Please just get on with your work or find other work to do elsewhere.

She knows what the lads like, really. They'll be on our way.

None of us chooses who we lose are hard to.

Well, suddenly you understand women very well.

You know she's out there in tears now, don't you?

Well, she's out there in tears now, don't you?

Well, she's out there.

She's out there.

She's out there.

She's out there.

She's out there.

She's out there.

She's out there.

You know she's out there in tears now, don't you?

Well, she's very fortunate then. Some of us can't allow ourselves such luxuries.

Yeah.

Let's start with the heart first. See what that tells us.

No, no, no, that's 1.5 ounces.

Telling you anything at all yet, sir.

Just the least diseased and worn out. Look at the mitral valve.

Phil, let's carry on and do the job properly.

Superintendent said to be sure on a check what she'd eaten.

Yes, well, I think we can manage that, but thank you for the suggestion.

Fancy a run in a brothel, why?

Opened then too, they reckon.

It's actually made her money.

Oh, the superintendent says that's how they met.

Well, why aren't they getting open for a gentleman?

Superintendent Ranker's head are worse, sir. Doctors.

Women being like putty in their hands, sir.

And once again, Constable, thank you for your superintendent's experience.

The superintendent's going to be very disappointed, Miss.

You wanted the poor woman murdered, did he?

It's not that, sir. Mr. Rotten, there's threat to sue everyone involved, sir.

I'm not frightened by him or his threats.

No, they haven't no help. Frightens my daughter. Good night.

This could ruin us.

Woman Doctor signs death certificate.

Changes her mind, disinterse heart-fict him,

and wrongly accuses the husband of murder.

Are you sure that we have tested for all the poisons?

Absolutely nothing abnormal detected.

He is a doctor after all.

We're all doctors, Eleanor.

But we don't rush about trying to murder our nearest relatives.

I've attempted the prospect. The heart, Eleanor. The heart.

Perhaps if you paid more attention to hers, unless to your own.

I'll clear this up.

No. We must decide how to limit the damage.

I think you and I should go and see Hunter. Tell him he's cleared.

He isn't cleared. The man's as guilty as sin.

There is no sign of physical injury and no sign of poisoning.

Now it is my post-mortem and I am satisfied with the results.

We will go to Hunters and you will apologise unreservedly.

Perhaps as best left to the police. You don't know how he'll react after what he said this afternoon.

Well, I think we can allow a man wrongly accused of murder or little anger.

Anyway, I'll be with you.

No, I'll go, Eleanor.

Can you be trusted, Eleanor?

You do realise how vital it is that he is pacified.

Yes, Father, I do.

It's my mistake. I must be the one to admit it. I'll go and learn.

Thank you for all your time, Mr. Mosham.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good luck.

Bye, Mosham.

I promised I'd apologise and I do.

I apologise to Mary's memory because I failed her.

You will apologise to me.

I'll take you to court. I'll make sure you never practice again.

I'll extract the most fulsome retraction.

And risk appearing in the scandal sheets.

Can your past life bear the scrutiny?

The brothels, the opium. It's entirely your choice.

And will you still insist that I murder her?

Still drop snide little hint here and there, when you get the chance?

I won't make allegations. I can't prove.

But we both know that Mary Warner was killed for her money.

The only difference is that you know how and I don't.

Yes.

You can do some stuff.

I totallyoping for her.

In the past you have been

Okay.

Just plain.

With this you ready what needs so fresh?

Pure.

Then just pick it up and drizzle.

Jo!

Let me see.

Who's there?

Joe Marshall, Dr. Brownwell.

Thank you, sir.

His Miss Brown.

We've got it.

You were right.

He killed the you were right.

How?

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.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How?

How?

Tell me.

Overdo's of opium.

That policeman in his never ending chatter.

I looked in the stomach and there was a smell.

I opened her stomach.

I didn't smell opium.

There are so many smells on a puss mortar, I'm not surprised.

But the number of addicts we get at the East London I knew at straight away.

So I did the tests.

Simple.

It is if you're someone who doesn't give up as easily as the rest of us.

My pleasure.

I never liked the man.

Too smooth for me.

You knew her heart was in a terrible state.

But you couldn't wait just a few months.

I've already waited years.

Years and years with a past hymn singing skinflin.

If I played the same for a bit longer I'd have fooled you completely, wouldn't I?

Play your cards right, Marshams.

You'll take anyone.

The corner to your house on a plate of scones.

Mr. Marshall you say the nicest things.

Thank you.

Charming man, never believe what they say.

Good or bad?

I do understand why you acted as you did.

It was wrong.

But it was done with the very best of intentions.

I still think that Tom would have been a terrible handful for you.

That maybe you had a lucky escape.

I'm sure you're right, Miss.

I know it doesn't feel like that at this moment.

And that you're missing him.

A little scamp like that.

I was taking him home for his own good, not my pleasure.

I'm not missing him.

No, of course not. I'm sorry.

Dr. Bramwell, I've not slept a wink all night.

I was too harsh.

I'm sorry, I had my mind on other things.

Not you, doctor. I couldn't sleep for aggravation.

That heartless little thief he took my watch, my brooch, my hair slide.

After everything I did.

If I could get my hands on him.