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You

You

I

waiting for you.

I'm sick.

I'm dying.

I'm not going to help you.

Missed you, Miss.

You're drunk.

I'm dying.

Look at me.

Your rib kid just crushed and your stalom's broken.

What's your chest for?

The arms nothing.

You're young fool.

I've got dizzy.

I've went under the wheels.

Maybe you aren't like yours.

You need to eat in the morning.

She needs to grab the milk, may she?

Stop talking.

Mr. Bentley.

Dr. Bramwell.

And with that little pussy.

Mr. Bentley!

Still some pain on breathing.

I think I should give it up.

Help me get her into the treatment room.

I've got up.

Her pulse is strong.

A little erratic, perhaps.

Nothing of note here.

You know she's a common whore, I suppose, Dr. Bramwell.

I know she's very sick.

Drunk at best, alcoholic poisoning at worst.

Amanda, here she comes.

No, still, don't struggle.

I'll clean her head.

She'll need a few stitches.

She's going to be sick.

Hold it.

Mr. Bentley!

I'm up if you please.

Nick Jyn.

We all know how she gets the money for that.

She can't be more than 12 years old.

Could we temper the righteousness with some compassion?

All water and a suture trade, please, Nessa.

There you are, Missy.

Lie back.

Soon be better.

What's the matter if it talks?

Well, no.

It was a very ragged cuss.

It's going to be the scar.

She won't worry.

I don't know.

I don't know.

It's going to be the scar.

She won't worry.

I don't know.

I don't know.

It's a little meag's kit this then.

Superful's looking for that again, sir.

He's swearing to his wife who's left it on the on-de-bass.

We'll show a little compassion.

Show me, Mr. Bentley.

Thank you, Nurse.

I'll look after it.

Oh, no.

Have a private patient.

Mrs. Wilson, I'm late.

Donna?

Sorry to abandon you, Mr. Marsham.

Off you go.

I'll ask for a Montez chest and make a start on the waiting room.

Mrs. Wilson.

She's been waiting 20 minutes.

Huffing and puffing.

Just give in and say how frail she looked.

Her and her lumpen daughters.

Not all four of them again.

Neuristhenia.

It's anemia last month.

Before that, it was consumption.

Well, she reads a great deal.

She pays rather well.

All she needs is an understanding.

Understanding and tact.

Of course she does.

They'll have them in abundance.

I've described a bicycle for each of them.

A picnic in the park.

And a weekend brightening.

Vickie, my bag.

My husband will be writing to your father, Miss Bramwell.

Needless to say, we shall not be paying for this consultation.

And there will be no more.

You know, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson have been my patients for very nearly 12 years.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Why pay for a female doctor when they could have a grand and fine fellow like yourself?

Or perhaps they just want someone who won't herang them.

You know, you're in danger of becoming... I'm sorry darling.

A rude and difficult doctor of the worst and most traditional kind.

Even silly women like Daisy Wilson deserve some kindness.

Oh dear.

I rise that your heart is with your poor patients at the thrift and I accept that.

Are you an understander?

If there was something wrong with Mrs. Wilson or her daughters...

Then she'd pay somebody else for the treatment, wouldn't she?

I suppose so.

I know that money's not the bill and end or, but it does help.

Apart from which it's high time that you expanded your horizons professionally.

Yeah.

What's this?

Two clinical assistance required.

Three mornings a week.

Saturday to be agreed.

So choose.

Yes.

And Neil's the consultant, but you've been working to his registrar.

Joe Marshins has any or has quite a reputation.

But it's certainly a great self-publishers to live in my old medical journal.

But not by you.

You just try to show some interest in the job.

I am interested.

Stressful.

Would you like to do the interview for me?

Oh.

Look at you.

Look more like a skivvy than a dot-toe.

Men bespire, ladies gently globe the doctors very definitely swear.

It's sweat.

They won't give me the job if I look too delicate to get my hands dirty.

Will they?

Tell us what sort of conditions you deal with at your charity.

Everything.

Injured navies, girls with faucet jaw broken limbs.

At the moment we have a dream and brought to us on the point of death.

His chest crushed.

And you saved him.

I see why you're so filled with enthusiasm for your infirmary.

Perhaps you could tell us about your medical patients.

We have a young girl barely more than a street-touch.

You've a warm heart and a lively mind, Miss Brahmol.

Perhaps neither are I deal in a clinical assistant.

Are you suggesting we require a dull mind and no commitment at all?

Miss Brahmol.

Notwithstanding the admiration we all feel for you.

I really can't count on supplying a woman in this role.

Well of course the board will take your views into consideration.

It's the patience I'm thinking of.

Some poor shop clerk being intimately examined by a female.

Your nurse is a female, your shop clerk has no objection to them.

And then there's the rest of my staff.

Maybe you don't blush easily.

But poor Mr. Rolle's might find your presence difficult.

I'm sorry.

Miss Rolle by Keltz.

First marshal and then this oath, Lordy and Ovens.

I knew it was a wasted time.

And in your heart of hearts you knew it too.

But would you be told?

Ultimately of course the appointment's not down to him.

It's the board that makes the final decision.

Well they needn't bother.

I'm glad he doesn't want me because I don't want him.

There must be other jobs.

James was encouraging that.

They were all encouraging.

Encouraging me to stay where I am.

Whiskey Father.

You're giving up very easily.

No, but well, Jude isn't the only hospital.

Do you still want this job?

It was good to be back inside a large hospital.

Surrounded by medical people, a whole range of patients.

I think I'll send Dr. James a note.

Let's see what a good meal and an excellent cleric can do.

And then I simply tied off the superior cerebellar artery

and removed the offending tissue.

Simple.

That's where the thrift is limited.

We can't perform operations requiring a whole surgical team.

Oh neurology isn't everyone's cup of tea.

But so fascinating.

Cutting into a living brain.

Father's giving me the evil eye.

That means either I've been too outrageous

or he wants a few moments peace with the port.

Which do you think it is?

Well you haven't been outrageous.

Then I'd better leave you to your port.

But so that you don't forget that I'm waiting in lonely splendor.

I'll serenade you.

Well, cigar and brandy or port is the doctor ordered.

It's a damn shame.

Just clearly the best candidate for the job.

Brandy thank you.

Why the hell shouldn't she get this opportunity to pull herself?

Well you know Neil.

Once he's set his face again.

I'll be with you tonight.

Either the man has a plural effusion or he hasn't.

Don't do the doctor.

A diddering house man panics the patient and depresses the consultant.

Miss Bramwell?

Dr. Ania.

Good morning.

Dr. Rose.

I wasn't aware the appointments committee was sitting today.

Allow me to break the good news.

Miss Bramwell is to be your new clinical assistant.

I'm so very happy Dr. Ania.

I'm sure you are.

By far the best candidate.

So you said.

And employing a lady keeps us firmly in the public eye as forward thinking.

A political decision.

A fair decision.

I join you on Monday.

You should be in bed.

This is a hospital. Not a brothel.

That I'm not going for a walk.

Can't be yourself. I guess so.

And where did you get that cheese?

I get it.

I'm all right.

You're considered to do that all this is inadequate preparation for running my clinics.

Dr. Ania.

I'm sorry I had no idea.

This is not quite the truth you described in your interview.

It's not only the Irish you've been blessed with the blarney.

We are a little disorganized.

A little.

We're not as well equipped as.

It really won't do Miss Bramwell. The place is a beer garden.

You tricked your way into my hospital. Be wishing Mr. James.

For your own sake Miss Bramwell call it a day before you publicly humiliate us.

You're a bright and energetic young lady.

And Doctor of medicine just as you are.

Just arrive unannounced and dismiss everything we're doing here.

That man has a fever. We have several bad accidents.

The fever is a good morning Miss Bramwell.

We realize that.

You can patch him up until the cows come home with his lungs are what will kill him.

He should not be lying pro.

He's in terrible pain when he sits up.

Leave him as he is and he has no option for to get pneumonia.

You may think you're being kind but your kindness is killing him.

Good day.

Sir, that's the famous Doctor of Neil.

We have to elevate Monty's chest.

We can't give many more morphine.

Then he must bear the pain.

Stupid.

Aragon bloody fool of a man.

The first day.

And what are we reading so intently?

Pneumonia.

Your gentleman has survived the weekend.

Yes.

He has it in both lungs.

I'm sorry.

You needn't attend a clinic today.

You'd be much better off at home studying.

But I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

I'm on TV.

But I'm on duty.

Not just yet.

I can't let you lose my patience or my poor registrar until we know how competent you are.

Comptant?

Perhaps competent is any other Doctor.

Unlike other doctors you went to the London School of Medicine for women.

And we know nothing about the training they offer.

Presenters have at my office on Wednesday I'll set you a paper.

An exam?

You're setting me an exam to decide whether or not I may call myself a doctor.

You may call yourself the Archbishop of Canterbury if it makes you happy.

You can't force me to do this.

Wednesday, ten o'clock.

No.

Quite simply, no.

I'm not making any difference at all.

It's new my thought ex.

In 24 hours it can't be.

Damn it, it's new my thought ex.

It's doing so well.

Listen for yourself.

Damn it.

The book arrives.

I'm famous and bonious.

It cracks the...

I'm sorry.

You worked so hard.

I thought he was going to recover.

We should have learned, but no.

I'm sorry.

Doctor, any other's right.

This is no way to practice medicine.

I'm sorry.

You may dance across the piano in a tutu, but I'm plowing my way through every medical paper O'Neill has ever written.

You'll be there all week, then he's written so many.

I've got a headache.

You and O'Neill had a public correspondence.

Oh, yes, it's a long time ago.

Degenerative heart disease.

Didn't I mention it?

You know very well you didn't.

Father, you accused him of pseudo-medical blahnie.

Wow.

I've forgotten more about the heart than he'll ever know.

No wonder he doesn't want me working with him.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's a long time ago.

I'm sure it's forgotten.

You damn near knocked me over.

You rejected the idea so forcefully.

I'm afraid I have nothing prepared.

I can wait.

I'll have my pen and paper.

Set me whatever questions you like.

Miss Brown.

I have lots of work to do today.

Then allow me to prove what a good doctor I am and I'll do some of it for you.

Lonnie is here, isn't she?

Never, no, I am.

castle scene?

Exit atkh Edward.

lifted at sitting at her chest.

I want you to watch.

I want you to watch.

Miss?

Hmm?

Come on, ask you something.

Expect it.

When I was sick, you know, out of it.

Drunk.

Did they do trick?

I'm sorry?

The gin did it work.

And you've got to see kick in this morning just like a fool.

We can't still be caring, can I?

Enough to be in so seeking everything.

Carrying.

Lucy, are you saying that you're having a child?

I was, but mother's wearing a sort of set, don't it?

Stop it.

You shouldn't even be asking me to do such a thing.

If you don't, they'll send me up the docks. Get some old witch to do it.

And love if you've got a gun, she'll be like a stuck pig.

I'd die the next day.

It's wicked and dangerous.

It's not me, Miss. If I keep being sick, I can't work.

And when I can't work, I'll get a kick in.

You were beaten because you were sick.

No, because I didn't bring you no money.

Oh, God, Dolly was right. You know, I usually, I shouldn't have come.

Don't cry.

You're quite safe here. No one's going to hurt you.

They will do nothing to get out of here, though, won't they?

If I don't work, I don't eat.

We'll look after you.

Find a job for you.

What the duff, Miss?

No one will take me.

Someone will. You'll see.

And there are charities for people like you.

So, we'll have no more talk about losing the child God's given you.

We should have discharged that one days ago.

Not until the stitches come out, just I'd like to keep it clean.

Doctors have hanged for what she wants you to do.

Then I'll just have to make sure I don't do it, won't I?

Keep your voice down.

It's not me you want to worry about.

If that conversation was overheard by a constable,

she'll be down the police station by now.

Then let's hope there were no constables lurking beneath the beds.

Unnoticed? Excuse me.

What's that little madam after now?

Nothing to concern you.

What's all that stuff about a constable?

Mention the police and certain ears flap, don't they?

Guilty conscience is a heavy burden.

I've got broad shoulders, therefore.

It didn't occur to me she might be in that condition.

Twelve years later, she was in the hospital.

I was in the hospital.

I was in the hospital.

I was in the hospital.

I was in the hospital.

I was in the hospital.

I was in the hospital.

I was in the hospital.

You're into that settled situation,

she was quarter bluesully.

There was a bell in her tent and it's pretty good.

Then the ending of the meeting seems to be quick.

With each one of you guys from record-talkable support.

I saw these notes from you to get your voice.

You open the phone.

Checking back at the room, you text me.

Where are the people in that condition?

Twelve years old.

No, when you were 12 years old your business wouldn't be using music practice.

You know everyone.

Hmm.

There are several charities I can think of.

And I'd rather you devoted to yourself to your new job than fit it away time on some helpless little wretch.

It's... it's... it's my good.

I can't contain myself.

Yeah. I just want a secrecy.

What? Father, what? Tell me!

Well, my clever little girl.

Rumor has it that O'Neill can't fault your paper.

Really?

You must be sick with disappointment.

The left ventricle is his tennis paper.

Now, one would imagine this to be from a gouty judge or a fat old woman.

But it's from a young Navi who dropped dead in a football match.

Some suggestions, gentlemen.

Please.

Come on. What's he in love?

Is this his broken heart?

Gentlemen.

Genetics, diet and infection.

Genetic influence is indicated by a high incidence of heart conditions in some families.

And the diet of the working man is often inadequate, which may, although this is contested, affect the cardiac muscle.

Your father's in the vanguard of those who can test it.

My father holds strong opinions. I've yet to be convinced one way or the other.

But there is also an infection of the cardiac endothelium. Endocarditis.

And what do you know about endocarditis, Miss Brahma?

Only what you've written about it, sir.

Good. Well.

I do continue.

Educate my ignorant masses.

Endocarditis. The Gospel according to Dr. O'Neill.

Lady Brompton's home will look after you until the birth.

And when the child is born, you could get a job as a scurry maid.

In time you could be a tweenie or even a housemaid.

Can't see it, sir. Not for Brahma.

You'll have to discuss the child's future with the ladies from the charity.

If I've got a weapon, I'm bloody well-keepinging.

Major language, Lucy.

How much would I get paid as a sculling in him?

I'm not sure. Maybe a shilling a month.

Don't know, sir. I can get a father-bubble a good night.

You'll have a uniform.

One bed, three good meals, friends.

It's nephrassie, you move from home.

And after that, she'll be housekeeper at Muckhouse.

You've discovered a secret love of my life.

And my father says I get too much of myself to my work.

That's the blood-circle for his own today.

Do you use it for testing vaccines, experimenting?

Sometimes I told over my aprons will press my students.

You work here to finance your infirmary.

I work here to finance all this.

I can see now where he was so dismissive of my little thrift.

It had been a long day.

And I was enraged that Mr. James and his cohorts had appointed you over my head.

The Celtic rage has passed.

I will do my work well.

I'm sure you will.

If intelligence, diligence, and compassion were all a matter.

What else is there?

The staples of medicine.

Unfortunately, not likely to be found in your repertoire.

Brute force and ignorance.

We could hardly claim Mr. Christmas as an unqualified success now, could we?

He came to us with a mild-case ventricina, fell out of bed,

and is in danger of leaving us a cripple.

Someone else?

Simson.

How's he doing, Miss Bramwell?

Well enough, Mr. Rose, but it has been 20 minutes.

Bend up.

Road.

Turn out.

Very good.

Now which shall we treat first, the dislocation of the fracture?

I've seen this done before, sir.

We've all seen it done before.

May I?

Miss Bramwell?

Don't look away, gentlemen. Be brave.

Good.

And now all we have to do is blend the legs together.

Miss Bramwell?

After you.

How are you facing a guy with students?

I'm not sure.

I'd like you to do my lecture for me, Friday.

Any subject you'd like?

A clinical subject?

Not necessarily.

Anything you have a particular interest in.

It's an unusual duty for a clinical assistant.

Albert Miss Bramwell, you're the most unusual clinical assistant I've ever known.

Is there a rule about women doctors in the operating theatre center?

This profession has no role for rampaging females with grand ideas.

The female brain being smaller and weaker is not suited to science if it matters.

God made women for other painters than medicine.

Medical students have to learn somehow, don't they?

Sit still.

I'll tell them about how you didn't get enough to eat when you were a child and about your anemia.

You'll be there all the time, then.

We'll face them together.

Oh, come now, it's not that bad.

I'm going to be just as nervous as you.

Bleeding kills.

Can it help you me, Beena?

I can't do it without you.

It's the least you can do after all Dr. Bramwell was doing for you.

My father will be there too.

There's another one.

Put myself out for an ungrateful little wretch.

She's been in our care for some days.

Twelve years old, on the weight and anemic.

She was abandoned at birth.

She has scabies and ringworm and has had them for some time.

Witness the scars.

She is pregnant.

And the child she will bring into the world if female will most probably be in this very state herself

in twelve years' time.

So, inured to morality and to normal life,

that her one ambition on discovering her pregnancy was to procure an abortion.

Why such shock, gentlemen?

Must we persevere in the pretense that abortion,

that street butchery does not exist?

So, what are we to do with this?

Modern woman. Where do we start?

Telling them about me wanting an abortion, you get me locked up.

But then I explained. I had to show them.

She's been sobbing her heart out.

He said I was going to be alright,

that the baby was going to be alright. So it is.

No! You just said she'll end up like me in a few years.

You've used this child shamefully.

You've undone all my good work with her just to further your own interests.

And if it is a girl, I can let no one do this to her.

I'd soon a smother her at birth and a womb to.

What on earth is happening to you?

Come on, Lucille. Let's get you back to the thrift street.

Well, we get to our points in different ways.

I take the globe with you while you will end the individual patient.

But we both get there in the end. You're a woman after my own heart.

Thank you.

Mr. Rolz is moving on to greater things.

Are there any greater things than being a registrar of deuce?

My words exactly. What a perceptive woman you are.

So, I must persuade some new registrar all over again that I am, in spite of my sex, a good doctor.

Not at all. All you have to do is take us place.

And be the first female registrar in London.

Maybe in England. Maybe in the whole of you.

Oh. He's now high office safe.

My registrar sets the tone of my clinics. He helps me to decide policy.

I'm sorry. I'll have to start saying she.

She instructs my medical students and housemen.

Well, everything you see in Mr. Rolz, we...

It's the more the proof of my appointment.

There are all greater causes of yours.

And I was to fly in the ointment. Now I've been squirted completely.

I've become used to making my own decisions, setting my own policies.

Well, with Dr. Marshm, but we're generally in agreement.

And so would we be.

We are absolutely identical, Dr. Brown. No, we are. We really are.

Soulmates.

But I do have my infirmary to think about.

I'd have to inform my staff, find someone to take my place.

It is after all a full-time job. And I'd have to tell my father.

In fact, that's the very first thing I have to do.

Does he beat you very much?

Only on Sundays.

It may become a daily occurrence.

When he knows you're going over to the enemy camp.

I am not enemies.

Why do men always make everything a source of battle and contention and timber?

Are you telling me you were allowed to delete?

No one allowed her to do anything.

You delivered her to the front door and as you walked into the treatment room,

she walked out of the back door.

I was hanging up my damp coat.

Sure you could see the stakes he was in.

I thought she was in tears, but I didn't know why.

I turned my back for one moment.

I had no idea you'd taken her away to be part of some freak show.

It was hardly that.

Whatever it was, it distressed and frightened her so much that she ran away.

And now you demand an explanation of me?

You can ask Mr. Bendy to go and look for her.

We could offer a reward of ten pounds and scour every brothel in the East End.

I have a child with a strain of gut needing an operation.

And Lucy?

I'm sure she'll be back for her.

I'll leave this to you, Eleanor.

I'm going home.

Bleeding night shirt.

As all she had to her name.

All she needed.

I gave her some, make the old dress from the store's.

Assel.

And she promptly ran away in it.

I hold you directly responsible.

You were going to be at St. Jude's three mornings a week.

Yes, it has taken wrong.

So I left the cope with the waiting room that's costing at the seams.

And to cap it all, your father talks to me as he'd never dream of talking to his groom.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Martian.

Please, I know I've neglected my work here.

Spencer Wells force-ups, please.

I've been offered a position.

A full-time position.

Thanks.

That's injured.

Yes.

A good position.

Congratulations.

Two preparets, please.

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.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No.

Please, please.

I have some Dr. O'Neill's registrar.

I think we're ready for the child.

I'm very ingracious.

I'm sorry.

I do congratulate you.

Really.

Really.

Of course I won't leave the three of you.

Oh, it's not a big problem.

I don't know.

But you've done it.

There's a lot of time.

It's been fun.

I've never done it.

I've never done it.

I've never done it.

I've never done it.

Of course I won't leave the thrift until you've found someone to replace me.

We're not the only ones who want to work with the poor.

You know what I am here.

Ambition young doctors won't be queuing up, will they?

I know it won't be easy.

But that's not your problem anymore, Dr. Bramwell, is it?

I started this infirmary, Mr. Martian.

It seems quite right and just that I should be the first to leave.

If Dr. O'Neill offered you this opportunity, would you turn it down out of loyalty to me?

No.

But I might turn it down out of loyalty to our patients.

I doubt that.

And so in your heart are you.

One day you'll feel as I do today and you'll find someone to take your place.

We're neither of us indispensable.

I'll get the child.

I'll get the child.

Sometimes you make hasty judgements about people, Father.

Not just Mr. Martian.

I can fill it in my bones.

You're gonna nag me about O'Neill again.

He says that I'm wasted as a clinician, that my mind is similar to his own.

And that...

But she knows that it only knows you.

Whatever your fault...

And there are many.

You are not driven by ambition and self-interest as he is.

Well...

Not until you gave that dreadful travesty of a lecture.

That's stop a moment. It was not dreadful.

Not when I'm winning.

Through this last hoop, you owe me a florin.

He said enough.

Cook said he's not chill proper.

Never mind Kate, we'll cope. Just leave it on the table.

What do we celebrating?

Lucy going missing?

Father, if you could just put your prickles away for one moment,

we are celebrating our future.

A very different future from our past.

Defeating disease and infection, gaining knowledge.

What are you doing?

Come out on hang on, I know you're there. Throw your voice.

Allow me to finish, Dr. Bramwell.

And earning a good and respectable salary.

I feel better already.

Father, your daughter is to be Dr. O'Neill's registrar.

Who ended this up?

It was offered yesterday. I haven't accepted the appointment yet, but...

I'm very tempted.

See?

I know you'll never like Dr. O'Neill, but...

You never like anyone I work with. Look at you and Marsham.

Yes.

You should be glad. It would mean I'd have to say farewell to the thrift...

after a year of nagging me to do so.

Would it?

I thought you'd be glad for me.

Aye. Of course I am.

I forgot to say,

respect and consideration are overdue to you.

Good luck to you.

My sweetheart.

Hello, brother. His heart rate seems to be seven.

Good morning.

Good morning, Miss Bramwell.

Do you have good news for me?

I think so.

Don't worry, Neil.

I'm delighted.

Absolutely. Please, do go on. I'll be with you in five minutes.

I think we'll increase the food mix. Rain back in the road, Richard.

Miss Bramwell, I couldn't catch up with her.

Miss Sue? Just come in. I've got to see her.

You haven't got to see anyone.

I have your care.

Right. Miss, Miss!

Are you going to go?

Now, then.

What sort of dreadful row is this?

I'll get a port, sir.

No, Neil.

Miss Bramwell is busy, girl.

Far too busy to be wasting time on a noisy little madam like you.

Be off home.

The cheek of the devil.

Well, then, this is a momentous event.

In years to come, people will talk about an Abramwell.

They did that already.

They'll have a larek statues of you.

Great big ones in the middle of Parliament Square.

Was your father pleased, Neil?

Yes. No, he was, really.

It could be worse. I could be marrying him.

Here we are. Time for the announcement.

The appointment hasn't been ratified by the board yet.

I've written them a very long letter. I told them they were right and I was wrong.

I've lavished so much praise on you. I had their falter and ease when you walked through the door.

Just watch this.

I'm not sure what it is.

But there again they can be terribly slow on the uptake.

Gentlemen, may I announce our soon-to-be-appointed registrar, Dr. Eleanor Bramwell.

Dr. Bramwell.

Mr. James.

What's up, Mr. Bramwell?

Who are your hours?

Nurse, she's chapped her out to us. She dragged herself back.

Lucy?

Miss. I've done it. I've got reads.

I've got a mill, Miss.

Take her back inside.

Going up to the workhouse, Miss.

Kyle, the sick is miles away.

I take full responsibility. She's staying here.

Rules are rules. My hands are tiled.

We treat respectable working people here.

And she could hardly be said to be either, could she?

Then what is she to do? Die from neglect?

Did anyone say she should be neglected? I sent her to the workhouse in Fermi hours ago.

You sent her away?

I didn't know she was ill. She was asking for you and you were busy.

It's too late now. There are no sources on call.

And these slides need to be set straight away.

Well, if it's blood you're after and yours is so stale you could have hers.

There's plenty of it, still warm.

This really isn't achieving anything.

There is a child bleeding to death in your grand entrance hall.

If you turn her away I'll report you to every ethics committee and every medical organisation there is.

I'll write to every medical journal.

Barrup, every lecture you give, I'll take you to court.

I'm a physician. What can I do? She needs a surgeon.

She isn't fussy. She'll make do with us.

That pulse is weakly.

The hemorrhage isn't. It's pouring from her.

Split uterus. Pulls tactical trolley nice quickly.

The hand that she's fizzing you.

The missing eagle? Nice. Anything else you could lay her hands on?

She did this to herself.

Will you cut or will I?

Try to avoid a hysterectomy if you can.

She's so young.

Doctor O'REAL!

Cheers, lads. I've done sojourn.

Don't ever be anesthesia.

Keep her absolutely still. No twitches, no waking.

What's happened?

Thank you for coming.

She boarded the child and gave herself a split uterus.

I'm sorry to ruin your afternoon, father.

Let me see.

We have to take it to the thrift.

I thought we could slide the stretcher across the carriage.

Oh, little ratchet.

No subtle girl.

We're ready for you.

I'd better see her into the carriage.

I'd better see her into the carriage.

I do appreciate the honor you paid my daughter, O'Neill.

I'm sure she'll justify the faith you've shown in her.

It's been a long time since I've seen her so excited about her work.

I'm just coming.

What shall we do now?

I don't know.

I'm willing to pretend this never happened.

But you must promise never to put me in such a predicament again.

I didn't see a predicament. I didn't even see a choice.

Our hospital has to have rules. We can't admit everyone.

I can. At the thrift, we don't ask them who they work for or how often they go to church or how much money they have.

You're very fortunate.

Yes, I think I am.

You knew our admissions policy.

There's one thing to know about a policy. It's quite another to let a child bleed to death.

Is she had done it? She was told.

But she didn't. People like Lucy don't.

I'm sorry.

I was seduced.

This whole place, your enthusiasm, the possibilities opening up.

I must go home.

And you must find yourself another registrar.

I am very sad about this.

So am I.

Not quite so much after all.

No.

You want me there?

It's just the frog. It's what's inside it that worries me.

She'll drop off in a minute.

She's ravenous.

Death's door yesterday and demanding a steak dinner today.

I've sent for the mother.

You're off duty for three days.

I'm not sure.

And I'm on duty. Go home, Mr. Martian.

What's happened?

Nothing.

I've decided not to take the job at Jude's.

Have you?

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm not.

This is where I belong.

Is it? Good.

We've all missed you.

Thank you.

I've brought Lucy back.

Good God, woman. Will you never learn?

We should be up to now.

Nothing. Stop blustering and go home.

Just go.

Please?

Dad, how'd Dr. Brownwell?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

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Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.