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You

You

Eight children in one tiny room five in another

Good afternoon is this your home?

Have you tuck in your heads?

It's all right, Nuss.

Don't all makes work for idle hands.

Felt the idle hands.

Good afternoon.

I'm Dr Brownwell from the Friften Firmery.

As you may know, tuberculosis is endemic in this area.

A lot of consumption around here.

Who is it?

If we might come in.

We're in a state, Miss.

Who the hell is this?

The lady doctor from the New East

Doctor's performing a medical survey.

She's looking for consumption birds.

You'll not find any here.

Come back when your husband's sober.

I haven't had a drop for days, you pompous!

Mrs. Chist, Miss makes him short.

Come on, sit up.

Your name?

Armstrong, Miss.

Oh, is he Armstrong?

I'll be back when I've tested his sputum.

In the meantime, open that window, get some of these covers off the bed to call his fever,

and throw away those rags.

Cleanliness costs nothing.

You show your pinch lip face here again!

I'll have the flesh off your back!

Initials will do.

VA.

Dreadful, man.

How is wife tolerates him?

Oh, no!

No!

No!

No!

If there's a blockage on one side of the heart,

the other chambers have an interrupting rhythm.

The blood builds up.

And according to you, let's know real problem.

temporarily, of course.

But if it's possible for a normal beat to be restored...

Isn't it that I argue with?

One day, electricity will save lives.

So will.

If only we explore the possibilities.

Oh, primrose!

There you are!

Oh, good lord.

Prill away, George.

Hug the damned thing.

A fatal mistake letting in non-medical members.

Oh, Mr. Grimes!

What an unexpected pleasure.

This scientific paper of yours,

the electro-massage, and it's reinvigorating things.

That's awfully dull stuff, do you blame, and I'm afraid?

No, no, no, no, not at all.

Fascinating, fascinating.

And all those symptoms, Jerome?

I've got all of them.

Every single one.

Rice skin, palpitations,

Blue nails,

Impedance?

I don't think this is quite the place to discuss these things, Mr. Grimes.

Ah!

Oh, no, no, you're right.

Your consulting room is in.

When? Later? Good.

I have boxed the finest mines in Europe.

But this is the answer.

Right here under my nose in London.

Electric therapy.

If they'd only let some fresh air into their houses.

All right.

There's only one way to cure tuberculosis from that slum.

Let's raise the place for the ground.

So we let them die and shake our heads and despair.

I have to do more than that.

If I could just improve conditions so that the disease stops spreading.

Well, then you could stop the tide coming in, the sun rising and the rain falling.

You should look at the new science ceremony.

That's where the future lies.

For those with money to burn on fancy equipment.

You should speak to Joe Marsh and he's all for technology and science.

Is it Rice pudding again, Kate?

Ah!

The children we tested seem unaffected, which is a blessing.

But our bad-tempered friend.

Yes, definitely.

Chebuculosis.

If they will live like beasts.

Thank you, Daniel. The 24-hour soap before you wash them, please.

You won't find one open window or one sweat room in that building.

Before the advice you gave them yesterday.

You tried it in the window in your already freezing room.

Makes a lot of sense, that does.

And if the treatments are success, I'll be your living advertisement.

Brief deeply, please. What have you got to lose?

You want to do your own research?

I am willing to be your guinea pig.

Are you confessing your shirt now?

You know, basically, well, before your age.

The genius in here knows no age.

I need a body to match this brain.

I want a full course of treatment, as recommended, in your article.

Not just a minute. I did not see recommend anything.

I merely pointed out the crying need for more research.

Then stop crying. I'll pay you to do your research.

A good deal, that. I have your article. I could employ anyone.

Mr. Grimes, I'm happy to treat you.

As long as you understand, I can't promise anything.

Right.

All benefits are, after all, improved.

It can't prove God, but we know he's there.

Quite.

When do we start?

It's coming!

It's coming!

The old bird, the naughty dog!

Has anyone in your family ever suffered from tuberculosis?

Piss off!

He forbids it, not.

He's coming!

The old bird, the naughty dog!

Who knows?

Piss off.

He forbids it, Miss. Mention his family.

Consumption can be passed. Some family is a subject to the disease.

She's all right.

She's never had a day's sickness in her life.

Your family, Mr Armstrong.

I have no family.

We need to know if you contracted this disease here, or if you inherited it.

You do, do you.

Get out of my face, freakin' cow!

I'll come back when he's calm.

If you won't even talk to me, there's little I can do to help you.

Good.

Annie, where are you going?

I need to know as much as possible to complete the diagnosis.

If you want the doctor to help him.

And we do have you and your child to think of.

You don't want the baby ill.

Well, I know he's like got money.

The stew at Armstrong's.

He was an officer.

Not that he was an officer in the King's regiment.

That's all I know, Miss.

I'd better say to him.

I'll be busy most of the time with my usual appointments.

But if you can be available for an hour a day.

I'll squeeze it in between the East London

and the thrift somehow.

It'll be worth your while.

In more ways than one.

Cutting out of science, Martian.

You see, the theory is that with age,

the nerve roots through the body become sluggish.

Now, it may be that with electricity,

we can shock the nerves awake.

Rejuvenate the whole organism.

What the hell do we do with these?

Does Mr. Graham's complaint of constipation

where he complains of everything?

Then you may get the opportunity to find out.

How's the new electrotherapy department?

Miss Brownwell.

Hello, Mr. Martian.

So he twisted your arm.

It didn't need much twisting.

Mr. Graham's is paying very well for watching a few dials

and pulling a switch.

Come to hell.

I've got better things to do.

Above money, you see.

Sainted.

Father, you were with the King's regiment, weren't you?

Did you know the Stuart Armstrong's?

Good regimental family, why?

Bertie Stuart Armstrong is living in filth and scholar

and appalling ill health in Victoria Place.

The slums in Thrift Street.

Good god.

Are you sure?

Well, that's his name.

Bertie.

He's a horrible man.

But he's a horrible man with consortia.

How the hell did he end up there?

Frank, gambling, bankruptcy.

That happens.

We aren't all fitted for the class we are born into.

Park has to thrift street.

That's quite some journey.

Three miles on a whole world.

I'll hold the saddle for you.

No thank you, miss.

Kate, come on.

Bicycling is such fun.

Such freedom.

Why won't you even try?

I can't save me, Selena.

Why not?

Why not, Kate?

You know, miss.

You know.

What?

I'd best get these dancers' scullery.

Oh, Kate.

She won't lose your virtue on a bicycle.

Unless it's a tandem.

But if I'm dying, I'm well pleased.

I want no interference.

Please sit down, catch your breath.

She told me she'd been blabbing to you.

No more snooping.

No poking and prying.

And no bullying Annie behind my back.

I expect you to do all the bullying

that poor woman can bear.

What?

I believe you're a Stuart Armstrong.

I'm sure your family would hate to think of you

in these circumstances.

They'd hate to think of me at all, Miss Bramble.

Come on, you out.

Wait, Mr. Bentley.

I'm used to seeing people die because they live in conditions

your family wouldn't keep a dog in.

But to see someone who could recover,

turn his back on life and family.

How do you expect your wife and child to live when you're dead?

Let me pass.

Whatever mistakes you've made to bring you to this sad state,

I'm sure your family will forgive and forget.

I'm happy as dead.

Leave the pickings for the living.

Mr. Bentley, nurse carp, quickly please.

I've got some more opium in case he becomes breathless again.

You'll need to lock up the cupboard.

And if his wife comes, just tell her

we've taken him to his family.

You can hardly return him to that slum.

You best take this.

You know how opium makes him puke.

I can feel only the mileage tingling in my fingers.

Are you sure that contraption's working?

Well, it's not supposed to send your eyebrows

and tell you an else black.

Of course it's working.

Look at the dials.

The amperage and voltage are in perfect balance.

And the electro resistance of your body

has reached a very satisfying peak.

That it?

You've had the recommended initial dose, Mr. Grimes.

You really mustn't expect immediate results.

Your heart beat has strengthened.

Your pulse is more certain.

Your skin is pincare.

Your eyes clearer.

He's working then.

Possibly.

Your next treatment is electro hydrotherapy.

Let's see how you've got on with that.

A charged bath.

When the electricity enters the skin through water,

it affects the whole body.

How?

I do feel invigorated.

I do.

I feel charged.

I've detected none of these changes

that you mentioned to Mr. Grimes.

But now I've told them about them.

They may feel so much better.

This is science of the mind.

Whether it's best kept on your own, where it does least harm,

this is an important scientific study.

We want accurate results.

Not fairy tales.

Now, how about a little malt to wash all this progress down?

The red room.

We'll need a fire, let's hear, sir.

Good lord.

All these years.

I couldn't think what else to do with him.

Close that door.

No, you did absolutely the right thing.

Is your Robert Bramworth, daughter?

Best regimental surgeon.

Cap!

Gently.

I'll get rid of the guests.

May I go up now?

Oh, yes, of course.

Cluely, make sure the doctor has everything she needs.

Yes, sir.

I'll make my apologies.

Thank you for bringing my home safely to us.

I'll be back.

Holding forward to me doesn't show.

What the hell?

What are you doing here, Bertie, my dear brother?

You collapsed at my infirmary.

I won't stay here.

I want my clothes.

I want to go home.

You can't.

Victoria Place, it's a slum.

He stands no chance whatsoever if he returns to that place.

This bastard hates me.

Bertie Magelange.

You're very dear to us.

Liar.

Victoria Place is where I elect to be.

It's where I belong.

I've given him some opium so you should sleep.

I'll call back in the morning.

Andrew, what is all this?

A Sylvia, my dear.

You must be strong.

He's quite changed.

Bertie.

Oh, my...

Bertie.

Dr. Bramwell, this is my sister-in-law.

Sylvia Stewart Armstrong.

Bertie's wife.

My brother has always been unsettled.

Rebellious.

At school and even later.

Consumption involves a fever, of course.

And a fevered mind is particularly emotional.

He's so thin.

And so angry.

We're happy to have him home and receiving care.

No matter how much time you have,

I wouldn't bear anybody to see him in this condition.

I really couldn't bear it.

He's too weak for visitors at the moment anyway.

How long have you been married?

Eight years.

He went on tour with his regiment on our first anniversary

and I never saw him again.

We weren't even sure if you were alive or dead.

Do you think he was a little bit of a fool?

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

You weren't even sure if you were alive or dead.

Just vanished off the face of the earth.

But to live in squalor and poverty.

Only three miles away while his wife worried and grieved for him.

To turn his back on all he has.

I'm sure when his health begins to improve he'll be more reasonable.

I'm so sorry to have caused you such distress.

No.

We must be glad that he's home and safe.

And pray that he'll soon be my dear Bertie again.

Sick.

You never seen anything like it.

In the cab, Danny, self, down a carpet all over the nice satiny bed.

And they took him in.

It's a relative, isn't it?

If you believe that you're even drefter than your look.

He's the long lost brother.

And I'll tell you something else.

He's the long lost husband too.

Is that mine?

Since when did you drink out the best china?

Long lost what?

Got a nice little Mrs. All neat and proper.

Nice house, nice Mrs. Nice brother and he ends like that.

Half dead in that slum.

He must be insane.

Very nice little Mrs.

Nice little ram face, big eyes, loads of money.

Absolutely mad.

If he was a dog you'd shoot him.

He's told everyone.

Ten years younger he says no longer...

Impedant for a start.

Twenty years younger than surely.

He's threatening to write a letter to the lancer, telling everybody about the treatment.

Make sure he names you.

Could be a little go-man.

Well, I'm not taking any new patience to see what long-term effects it has on our enthusiastic friend.

Good morning gentlemen.

You're sitting here getting older by the hour are we?

T-t-t-t-t.

This afternoon Dr. Remwell.

Look forward to Mr. Grimes.

How on suvers in the name of research?

I'm not sure.

He's at a grand house.

Very grand I mean.

It's not a palace.

Very gracious.

And his family were most welcoming.

Good. I'm glad.

He don't mean to be so unkind Miss.

No.

And you're not to worry about him. He will rally I'm sure.

Of course he will.

Miss.

Do you think I should go rent here or what?

I don't think so. He's very weak, very ill.

I think it best if you try to be patient. Wait until he sends a message.

Yes, Miss. This best.

He'll want his any when he starts getting right.

Mr. Armstrong.

It's good to see you so much, Karma.

How do you feel today?

How long have you been coughing blood?

I need to know.

Look long.

When can I go home?

You are home.

Home with your rightful wife.

Sorry, wrong room.

Are you sure it's safe to leave him in the bath all on his own?

Perfectly.

And beginning to doubt it has any effect at all.

Pals, temperature, blood flow. Just the same.

Nope.

If there's no improvement in the week I just have to tell him it's a waste of time.

Surely not. When he's feeling so much better.

If an article claimed that smearing donkey dung on his head would do him good, he'd swear by it.

My excuse for exploiting the old fool.

I wouldn't keep any client integrants any more than I lied to them.

Never have, never will.

Bring me my clothes!

I'll try to walk in the streets.

Stop! Follow me! I tell you and her!

I'm going to turn the relators in the house.

Preciate Sylvia!

Better listen and learn how the world forms your world, maybe.

Take that tray from him, who knows you.

I'll go straight up. Thank you.

I'm sure I'll find him.

No!

Oh, Miss Rammel, thank God. Have you anything to calm down a madman?

What's happened?

Let's do it, Elsa! Oh, God!

My God!

I think you're holding him too tightly.

She'll his down zone, brother, her behind bar!

You wanted to walk London naked.

I wanted my clothes. They've taken my clothes.

You're not fit to walk anywhere.

Appoisingingly. Taste that much.

We don't know what to do with him next.

If I could examine him.

Look, examined by a daughter of the regiment.

A spinsed, as cold fingers poking and prodding.

No!

Your do is your told!

I'm sorry, Miss Rammel.

Cluella.

You must be cold.

When did you get back into...

That's me!

I wanted to leave you touching.

Try not to excite yourself. I'll give you something to calm.

You want to be calmed? I have to get away from here.

My job's strong!

You can't drug me forever!

You're right. I can't do anything with him if you could just help us.

My God, you'd have made a good soldier, Miss Rammel.

Never ask why. Just do as you're told.

Living as man and wife.

And the woman is about to have his child.

I didn't know how to tell you.

From bad to worse.

He seems to be oblivious to either his disease or his living conditions.

How do we know it's his child?

They've been together for more than a year. I have no reason to doubt it.

She probably thinks he's going to keep her in luxury forever.

I don't think so.

This is intolerable. A bastard by so?

Don't upset yourself, Sylvia.

I'm so sorry to bring this news. I didn't know what else to do.

You were absolutely right. You must take steps. A bastard.

The woman is without support. She has no idea your brother is already married.

Whether you decide to divorce or not, he has a moral obligation to look after.

No, no, no.

My family can never tolerate a divorce. We can't keep him here.

We cannot keep that man under this roof.

He's a wild beast with the morals of a beast.

He should be taken into safekeeping for his own protection and for the sake of everyone around him.

Not least his poor wife and this woman.

There are hospitals.

Well, how will they contain him amongst decent invalids?

We must do something. He's ill. He needs nursing care and rest.

But he's right. I can't keep on sedating him.

Very well.

We have no choice.

He must be committed.

Your husband needs to be protected from his own worst excesses.

In an asylum, he'll get that care and protection.

Will you continue to supervise his tuberculosis treatment?

If that's what you wish.

A few of people involved in this sad affair are the better.

This really is for his own good.

We'll need another doctor to sign the committal papers.

Well, of course it's sad.

You have all the facts.

Well, then you've made your decision and now you must trust in it.

It's harder on his family than on him.

Of course it is.

I doubt if he's even aware of what's happening to him.

Make it a rule editor, never humor a madman.

Mr. Gramsci, if we change it, sir.

Ah, yeah. Thank you, Kate.

Ex-entricity is a noble tradition, my dear. It's very British.

Besides, he's too old to learn new tricks.

Hey, welcome to Prince Edward's Minute.

Yes, sir?

Thanks, huh?

Thanks.

Let me know.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Morning, Miss.

I'll take you through to him.

There he is, Miss.

There he is, Miss.

Now you satisfied?

What's happened to him?

He needs a firm, Miss. Not to distress yourself.

How much are they paying you?

Who?

My wife and her lover.

Doesn't she deserve better from you than that sort of terrible accusation?

Seven years, then they declare you dead.

It was there. Two marriages just out of reach.

Perhaps if you rest your voice, you'll find breathing easier.

Now you've got me in here, locked away, dying in secret unworn.

That's ridiculous. You're not dying, and this is hardly secret.

You haven't told Annie.

Just one more poor bloody lunatic dying of consumption.

If you do as your advice, there's every hope of a full recovery.

How many go from your tender kid on a cemetery?

Is there somewhere I could examine him?

The lady wants this to you, my bruisey.

You've had your time?

I haven't started yet.

Up!

I must insist.

Mr. Butcher said two minutes you've had him.

Hey!

Something never left.

Sign them out this mess.

This is your doing.

Sorry, Tracey.

You're the need to come.

You can't breathe.

You can't breathe.

You can breathe all your life's when he bays himself.

They're killing me!

They're you worry-bees!

But soon come and kill!

No! No! No!

I'm sorry.

Major Armstrong, Dr. Prem will be here to see you soon.

I don't see what's so terrible in giving the old devil what he wants.

We'll give him one session with the apparatus turned off then when he says he feels better.

We'll tell him what we've done.

Demonstrate this mind of a matter.

I presume I'm dismissed.

Certainly not. He likes you.

So now I'm to play bar?

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

So now I'm to play bar?

No.

We'll devise a regime of diet and exercise, keep him happy.

We tell him diet will make him young whom you know it won't.

But we mustn't say this will even as a chance it might.

Good diet's better than nothing.

Disappointing though it is my mind is made up.

I don't think I've made myself very clear.

They're doing absolutely nothing for his illness.

He was manhandled very roughly.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, he's causing so much trouble.

The staff must be used to worse.

The staff are brutal.

You've seen Bertie in a temper.

He's very difficult.

Can I offer you a sherry, Miss Bram?

He'd been crying.

Will you just leave him there?

My husband is aggressive, amoral, and contagious.

If you can think of anywhere better suited

to his particular strengths than.

Is that the way that?

That sherry.

Then you must give us your account.

Lucy?

My account.

Well, there are several consumptive patients at the asylum.

The staff are well able to treat Bertie.

I see.

You really have been a blessing in this whole side of her.

We'll be recommending you.

Let's go.

It upsets me to have to tell you.

And you must be very brave.

Bertie's already married.

I'm so sorry he was married eight years ago.

Is that he?

Look at God, I thought he was dead.

He thought he was tiny, he was dead.

And was never divorced.

He's not a free man, Annie.

Married?

Not that just married.

We had to place him in a private hospital.

I'm sorry, an asylum.

He was very agitated.

His family couldn't control him.

I can control him?

Where have you put him?

Where is he safe and cared for?

Really, we had no alternative.

He could have sent him back to me.

He's married, Annie.

He sold that.

I love him.

He loves me.

He's not in his right mind.

Because he wants me instead of his posh family.

That makes him mad, does it?

He's disturbed.

Look how he treats you.

How?

How does he treat me?

He's never laid a finger on me.

He's...

He is.

I want to see him.

Please mistake me to see him.

I'm sorry, I can't.

I'm carrying his child.

I'll see his family.

I'll try to arrange something for you.

Some sort of financial support.

I don't want no money.

I want him.

I should never have opened the door to you, should I?

To Branwell's sin, that Annie woman again.

I won't have anything to do with her living in sin.

Why, I thought the bloke lies through his teeth.

Having a child by a man who hardly knew without the blessing of the church.

She's no one to blame but herself.

He's the sin and not her.

The man's mad.

Anyone can see that, but she has no excuse.

Women like her should be locked up to keep them away from decent people.

Replete with the milk of human kindness as usual, Nuscar?

Can I interrupt your high-model flow to ask you where you've hidden the inhalations?

The kitchen, where they've been since reopened.

And I make no apologies for my morals.

No, I'm sure you don't.

Never mind.

She made me feel as if this is all my fault.

As if it's not mad at all.

You can't expect her to share your standards.

Poor walking woman and a privileged young lady.

Is that water boiling yet?

Nearly. I don't see myself as some privileged creature.

Healthy, well-educated, nourished.

Unlike Purani and her class.

If I'm so spoiled, I'm surprised you spend so much time in my own fernery.

I'm not criticizing you.

I wish every woman were as well-educated and not so does you are one day.

I hope there will be.

Anne, I spend my time here because unlike others of your class,

you're helping the Puri instead of just pitying them.

Do you think Mr Armstrong's mad?

Oh dear Dr. Bromwell.

What?

The man's locked up, committed, helpless.

Should you not have asked that question long before now?

I did.

Of course I did.

I'm still not sure.

So you're locked him up anyway.

Excuse me.

I have the legal right to continue to see my patient.

Your superintendent gave me permission.

He said he was to be refused.

I can wait while you ask him.

Two minutes then.

Same as last time.

Stop there.

I'll get the key.

I'll get the key.

I'll get the key.

I'm sorry.

My hands.

Oh my God, my hands.

I shall go for a swim in the serpentine before lunch.

Brisk and invigorating.

So you feel a definite improvement?

Certainly, certainly.

I was very liveryish when I woke up and felt every one of my years.

But now.

Mr. Marshm.

Mr. Grimes, you've not had electrophotear of you today.

Nonsense. Nonsense. Look at me.

You're not connected.

I've come to realize that this charge has no effect at all on your well-being.

Then you crease it.

Turn up the charge.

I can't do that.

You're 87 years old. For God's sake, start acting your age.

It's true, sir. All you've had today is a hot salt bath.

You can't do this.

I'm paying for this new treatment.

But with very particular and new bath salts.

From Germany.

Germany?

Badenbaden, I believe.

Badenbaden?

And they're absolutely new.

Yes.

And the advantage is that you can have a treatment every day.

It is, after all, what you want.

Badenbaden.

Good.

Good.

Try to calm down.

Try to breathe deeply and slowly.

I came home.

Found them together.

I'll give you the stimulant to help ease your breathing.

So Annie looks after me now.

I know.

Be alright, of course, if I wasn't the eldest son.

Oh, yes. I'm the heir.

Haven't you realized?

That's why they've got me in here.

Andrew's afraid I'll return and claim everything from me and my bastard.

All done, then, Miss?

Get me out of here.

Take me with you.

I'll talk to the superintendent.

You won't listen.

I'll die in this bloody place.

No, I'll have you released, but it may take a few days.

Now, they're missed. It's kinder if you don't promise things.

You won't be delivering.

And it's us that has to deal with attentions when your soul goes away.

It's the Armstrong.

Pay some money. Take it. Go to the thrift.

The thrift.

You insisted on going into his room. You removed his restraint.

Into his cell. And it was a straight...

An all-am-mad man is loose, thanks to you.

30 had lost the feeling in his arms. He couldn't breathe properly.

He is consumptive.

Major Armstrong, my daughter's first duty to preserve the life of her patient.

You'll hear more of this.

Assisting a committed man to escape.

Where is he now?

I have no idea.

Major Armstrong, your brother ran away from me quite as much as he ran away from the asylum.

You may have noticed that he doesn't trust me.

And for once I find myself in agreement with him.

If he's run back to his slum, we'll find him.

Is this man dangerous?

No. He's a bit of a fool, but he's not mad.

But the next one may be.

Eleanor...

You have no experience of the world you're entering.

There are wicked people everywhere, Father.

One of them just left this house.

I got the window opening.

Not for a while, Annie.

Your heart is weaker and the congestion is worse.

Not very much good, has it?

Being in your tender care?

And I dare say I've lost my job.

You can't work. You've got a rest boat.

What you starve?

A few more days of bed rest at least, and then we'll think about the future.

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

I wish you both just face the truth and be done.

Is it your mother? Is she you?

Is it Mr. Marshall? As he said, Sam, it's you.

I want my tears on him.

How is that poor man?

Mr Armstrong?

And that poor woman?

What, the mad man and the slut?

I never caught him there. I didn't, Mr Bentley.

Maybe I was a little.

Cool.

Hey, Steve.

But to watch someone slipping away like that...

I'm gonna get some wood for the fire.

Am I a hard woman, Mr Bentley?

It's after the shit, love.

That's not the treatment completed, Mr Grimes.

You're not your carest.

Oh, my God.

Telegram from Baden Baden, Mr Grimes?

We've enough salts on the way to last you.

A lifetime?

I've sent her to the coroner, so you can take the body straight there.

Yes, sir?

87, father. It's not going to come as a shock to anyone.

You might have waited till he was in the club.

You're not seeing any patients now, are you, Ellen?

Dr Brownwell.

I must talk to you.

You're consulting room, Ellen.

We have nothing to say to each other, Mrs Armstrong.

I'll take the lady into the parlor and say your nothing's in there.

I don't believe you for one moment.

I think you know exactly where that man is.

I've already told you.

But I'm very glad you do.

As you obviously know Major Armstrong and I are in love,

we want to marry.

So you'll sue Bertie for a divorce?

I haven't seen Bertie for six years.

There was a poor man who claimed to be my husband, but he was sick and deluded.

As a charitable act, I've opened a bank account for him, in the name Bertie Strong.

It contains a hundred pounds, and another hundred will go into it every year for as long as my husband is missing.

For as long as he's dead.

A hundred a year?

For the heir to the Armstrong fortunes.

Which my husband always took great delight in despising.

It should be enough for Mr Strong to get the fresh air and good food you claim that he needs.

I'm sure that he'll be more than satisfied with the arrangements.

Him and his wife.

You could have made a small fortune with it.

Look at all the people Grimes told about.

There's wonder therapy. They'd pay whatever you choose to ask.

Until the here is dead.

But at a good age, I'm not as a result of the electricity.

No, Mr. Marshham.

I thought there was a miracle waiting to be found.

I was wrong.

Oh, well. Back to the sick and the poor.

Still, this isn't real medicine, is it? And that's what I trained for.

Sorry, sir. I didn't mean...

Don't worry, Marshham. My daughter says worse. Much worse.

And a small house in Margate, if we find one we like.

You must find a physician there, Mr. Armstrong.

Mr. Strong.

Master.

Well, we'll see.

With the right treatment, you may still recover.

Your carriage is here. You ready, woman?

Goodbye, Annie. I'll be thinking of you both, aren't you, baby?

Thanks to everything, Miss.

Bad too, Dr. Franwell.

Unnecessary.

Yes. I am sorry.

When are for thee, I'm grateful.

If he dies, I'll have hastened his death by putting him in that place.

And if he lives, I'll have made his recovery that little bit harder.

Strip his bed and boil the sheets, nurse.