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Good morning, Lord of Lady Paul Free.

Welcome to the 15th Armory.

Give me Shimani.

Bucket and more.

Yeah.

Couldn't have a look at this for us, could you?

Gambling, Mr. Bentley.

No, no, it's a Derby.

In.

Someone will be with you.

Mr. Bentley?

No, Harry.

Have you got somewhere to stay these days?

Yeah, I am.

Jacob's on.

What?

I'm in in Chinese.

In this country, we use a bow.

Nothing can come from.

Get me.

I'm getting back.

Get me.

Good God.

This place is a disgrace.

Oh, we do our best.

Man, introduce my daughter.

My name is Bramwell.

It hurts so much about you.

Brave girl.

Hope you don't mind my wife.

She has a fascination.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know.

Is it always like this?

Please.

Well.

Eh.

Do you hear not been poised, sir?

My wife believes the place is like the thrift,

encourage them, don't you, dear?

If you weren't here, neither would they be.

You're so right, Lady Paul Frig.

Most of them would be dead.

It would be dead.

It was very good.

For Anthony Peay is all well and good.

The committee is looking for something radical.

You have the reputation, Miss Bramwell,

of being something of a radical.

No amount of help can give a jellyfish a back burn.

Hello.

Do excuse me, Mr. Marshham.

We're really going to spend the day

entertaining that man in the house.

That boy has Conra.

Are you sure?

It's unmistakable.

This skin's slack, it's cold.

I assumed it was a good boy, isn't it?

There'd been any others.

Last night, I put two in the ward and sent the others home.

Let me try them.

You've got a blanket, freezing.

We're going to find you a bed.

What's wrong with me, then?

Not been a die, am I?

But if I can help you.

We'll keep Mr. Hurston at his banks on the ward,

also the Chinese couple, Thailand,

all the other patients will need to be moved

to the waiting area.

A special lime pit needs to be dug,

and be very careful when handling slops and waste.

Are we going to catch it, Miss?

You can eat it, you can drink it,

but you can't just catch it.

So when you have your next cup of tea,

Mr. Bentley, make sure the water is boiled.

I saw it when I was a child.

Thousands.

Some georgias, white chapel, whole streets, white tout.

This is 1896, Nazca.

We've learned a lot since then.

Yes, but there's still no cure for it.

Yes.

Cora, exciting.

The committee will be impressed.

We don't have much of here.

If there's any dilute sulfuric acid,

I can make up a formula used in India.

Courage, sir.

That's good.

You don't know you have to report it to the medical officer.

She has a fascination.

Good luck.

Doctor O'Neill is the medical officer.

Oh.

Is he?

Who else is going to take?

He's got a job.

A job?

Harry, that's excellent.

I can't hang around.

You don't have to stay, Father.

Mr. Marshall.

I think you're going to be a little bit more concerned.

You don't have to stay, Father.

Mr. Marshall.

I think you're Mr. Marshall.

Have any experience of Cora?

What is that stuff?

Why did you send Mr. Marshall to report to her new?

No, no.

I'll go.

Who described the pastore's jam theory as a...

Pops from a frog.

Or all those with letters after the names, I will explain it again.

Let's imagine that you, sir, are a gem.

Eating away, killing the body.

And I... I am a colored dye.

An Irish green dye.

I search for you, I chase you, and I find you.

What are you going to do?

Color me to death?

Oh, you're right.

What can I possibly be doing?

You're not allowed in here, Miss.

Please, I'm Jason.

No, ladies.

I'm a doctor.

Yes?

And I'm Lily Langtree.

But you see, this ridiculous dye is loaded with a poison.

Imagine what it is.

I search you out.

I get you into my sights, and I shoot you dead.

You see, Miss Vase?

We need you to sign us breakfast.

Well, well, you stand very on, lady, after that.

Dr. O'Neill, it is my duty to inform you that we have a number of cases of cholera at my infirmary.

We've had one reported.

Wouldn't be here otherwise.

How many have you got?

Five in the ward.

Three more known about.

Well, then.

What are we waiting for?

Oh, my God.

Put the sheep still, please, sir.

Pumps!

Come on.

Don't say it.

Don't say it.

You cannot come into this ward, sir, Mr. Bendy.

Get him out.

Get out.

Get him out, Mr. Bendy.

What?

Get out.

When is the cause of the wash?

Get him out, Mr. Bendy, please.

What's the real cause of the wash?

Mr. Bendy, please.

Mr. Bendy, please.

Mr. Bendy, please.

Mr. Bendy, please.

No, I won't.

Come on, come on.

Let's car dressings, please.

I'm not a swench.

I'm not a swench.

I'm a

bitch.

You're given the patience, Opie.

Of course.

And fluids.

Just Opie, I'm a star.

I say, what does it actually do?

The Opie?

Is this another?

Is this another?

It's a hundred.

All it does is sedate them.

He's the pain.

What do you suggest to me?

Shoot them.

I have a compound, Miss Brownwell, that goes through the body seeking out the color of

a solace.

And once that bacillus has been found, the poison in the compound attacks him and kills

him.

The Opieum seems to be doing the trick.

How's he doing?

I think he's fine.

Breathing.

Go!

Go!

Afternoon, Dr. Brownwell.

Dr. O'Neill.

This is Dr. Martian.

I've had a lot of days, sir.

It's all true.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, you're feeling good.

You'll be careful, Miss.

I just covered your dad.

Don't you worry about me.

You've obviously got a hymn to it, Lisa.

I've seemed to ask Poole through.

We need to find the source of the outbreak.

Have you asked these patients whether they live the nearest water supply?

I've never seen them.

I've never seen them.

I've never seen them.

We need to find the source of the outbreak.

Have you asked these patients whether they live the nearest water supply?

I've managed to ask a few questions.

I'll get my wood journal.

Good man.

Most of them seem to be in the early stages.

We need to get them as much fluid as they can take.

I'm sure not this time it should be empty.

Would all due respect, Dr.

One was the last time you treated a patient with color 20 or 30 years ago, may I?

Yes, but this area will need to be quarantined.

The patients in the other room there will have to be removed.

Where to?

Dudes if necessary.

This is not a fever, hospital.

That doctor is for me to decide.

It's a handsome waistcoat by the way.

You don't have to stay, Father.

I'll leave you alone with that.

The Irishman.

He believes he has a treatment.

Another one of only those great theories, eh?

Well, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Don't tell me.

A tincture of opium.

Dolute sulfuric acid, ether and...

...labam.

They swore by it in India.

They also spray the room but must have powered on, covered themselves in cowdom.

A quarter of Dr. Bramwell's patients survived.

They should be drinking, not sleeping.

What have you found though?

I've talked to most of the patients.

They see more people from the same area.

I've already told you so. You can't come in here.

Mr. Bentley!

Wait.

From say? Dudes?

I'm Bishin.

My nagansa familia is their crank.

Wait.

What?

What's the name of the...

...Vamioti?

Vore commonsy.

Virsint. Purnge. Funghambuk.

Does he live in Jacobs Island?

Yes.

Jacobs Island.

Come.

No!

People are familiar.

Some are situation.

They're not.

Don't stop.

They're not.

They're not.

They're not.

They're not.

What do you mean, Dr. R?

The sweet smell of color.

I'm enjoying this.

You saw those academics in my lecture. They've never seen this.

You've never seen this.

You've never seen this.

You've never seen this.

You've never seen this.

Dr. Reneo.

Mr. Finch.

Mr. Bramwell.

The district.

Sorry.

No, Bora Chief and Spector of News Assistant.

Chief Inspector of News and Business.

Good afternoon.

What are your names?

Is that a body, son?

Would you be requiring it for examination or is it mine for disposal, sir?

It used to have longed dead for me.

Eleanor.

No.

No.

No.

Yes.

There is evidence of simply...

Maria.

Take it up to Michelle.

Sasha.

Shall we start?

What are you going to do?

Everything has to be destroyed.

Can we move the patient's first, do you think?

Yes, please.

Move the patient's first.

I assume the fever wardens and jubbs are in the hospital.

The fever wardens and jubbs have been alerted, sir.

We're not taking them to jubbs.

Why have I not, sir?

The thrift is more suitable, I think.

Better not to move the patients.

Besides, the thrift has an excellent record of care.

I know what I've said in the past.

But first impressions can often be very misleading.

Better check the rest of the house.

You're coming with me.

Yes.

Yes.

We have no more opium, Doctor.

He was worried about getting to work.

No more worries now.

Father?

Harry.

He was doing so well.

I thought you said...

Clara, why don't you think you're winning the next...

Doctor O'Neill has decided that we're to take all the patients.

Well, I think we're going to take all the patients.

You're going to take all the patients.

I'm going to take all the patients.

I'm going to take all the patients.

Doctor O'Neill has decided that we're to take all the patients.

Don't you think it'd be easier for some dudes to take them?

There's no room at yours if the favour was completely full.

Any extra costs will be met.

And when we run out of space...

It's unlikely that there'll be that many, Father.

How can you be so sure?

It appears that Jacobs Island is the source the cesspit was contaminating the water.

Bring the boy in here.

What are you doing?

All topsy. All topsy!

But we know he died of cholera.

I'm a scientist, Doctor.

Seeing his believe.

Working together again, Miss Brummel.

So it would seem.

Here.

Take a look.

Nasty.

Vicious.

Does it respond to insults?

I've been cursing cholera for a long time.

It killed my sister nearly 20 years ago.

And now I can get my own back.

Poison.

What poison?

Compound 108.

You'll have to think of a better name than that.

What do you suggest?

Excuse me, sir.

Ah, Ross.

Zilly Langtree.

Doctor Brummel will tell you what needs to be taken.

You be very careful.

O'Neill's revenge.

Ah, sorry, no food.

No, no, no.

Bless us.

Oh, my gosh, my gosh, my gosh.

My gosh, my gosh, my gosh.

I'll see what I can do.

I don't care what you might or might not do it, St. Jude's.

Doctor O'Neill wants the floors disinfected.

Half of this ran the patients.

You can start in the water.

There goes a million.

Mr. Bentley.

Doctor O'Neill said no food, only water.

I'll keep it for you.

Clothes need to be burnt.

Yeah, just doing it.

And after that.

Slops of waste.

We should treat them as best we know how.

At least we know that opium works, which is more than can be said for this compound 108.

It has been tested.

I've read no paper.

If we waited for the great British medical establishment to give us the Nardby,

it would still be an argument that color is in my asthma,

prevented only by the sacrificial slaughter of a goat.

Here.

My journal.

I've no time to decipher this.

Yes.

The Chinaman has died.

Mr. Martin tells me you expect a quarter of your patients to survive.

At the very least.

We have 26 patients using your treatment doctor.

Nineteen of them are likely to die.

I thought you had a patient at ten, Father.

I can easily cancel.

You're going to carry out an autopsy?

No, Mr Finch will take care of.

Another patient into the ward.

Mr. Bentley?

I admire your father.

Of course, we disagree on almost everything, but he's a fine man.

It stands up for what he believes to be right.

Stubborn, you mean?

No bad thing.

I still believe you're wasted to him, Ms. Bramwell.

Nearly there, Mr. Martin.

How does it work?

The die.

It first locates the color of a sous.

And when it's been found, the compound,

which I've just added to the die, attacks it and kills it.

The number on the card corresponds to the patient's number on the bed.

We haven't told them.

We haven't told them what?

What we're doing.

We're treating them as best we can.

With an undried compound.

What choice do we have?

More than they do.

No, he's right.

We should tell them.

Let them know their options.

Life or death?

Ah, come in, Mr. Finch.

What news?

Foreign infection of the cesspit located in the rear courtyard of Jacob's Island.

As you so rightly supposed, the water supply was thus contaminated.

All articles have been destroyed the entire area disinfected.

Good work, Finch.

How these people live, sir.

Defies the imagination.

Right.

We've contained it.

No, it's killed.

Thank you.

Who'd have thought it?

I didn't realize you were so easily impressed.

He's a brilliant man, Mr. Marshall.

Here, I don't believe it.

No more bedpants.

It's a miracle, Miss.

Mr. Bentley believes it to be a miracle.

I want temperatures, pulse rates, respiration details of every patient.

Yes, Doctor.

Mr. Marshall.

Would you be so good as to do the ward?

Yes, Doctor.

And this area will need to be disinfected and the ward.

Again.

Again.

And then it's off home.

All of you.

Yes, I'm sorry.

You've all done extremely well.

I'm proud to have worked alongside you.

There is no need.

You'll never make a scientist.

Why?

You don't like waiting.

I don't want to be a scientist.

What do you want?

For the treatment to save them all.

It won't save them all.

But what if it does?

Medical history here at the thrift.

The name Finbar O'Neill carved alongside all the greats in all the medical libraries across the world.

At last, a member of the Great British Medical Establishment.

The fame.

The glory.

The money.

No chance.

A French chemist will steal the formula and make the fortune.

No, no.

But German.

A German scientist will claim he found it first.

And challenge you to a duel.

You're right, I don't like waiting.

You've made the times.

You and O'Neill.

Color outbreak thwarted.

I thought I might come down later.

Why?

You don't have to.

Would you rather I didn't?

No, of course not.

You're busy here.

You're patients.

He's a very ambitious man, I don't know.

Ambitious men take short cuts, unnecessary risks.

They use people.

Anyone who's ever tried anything new.

You're surely not comparing the brave Dr. Neil with the likes of Pasteur.

Father, if this treatment works...

This is not about O'Neill's treatment and you know it.

Just because we've had differences in the past doesn't mean to say we can't work together when the need arises.

A close working relationship.

Is that all this is? I don't know.

Yes, Father. That is all it is.

There they are, Cybertik.

There they are.

108.

The pulse.

108.

97.

Are you ill?

I don't think so.

Good morning.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Still a way to go.

Don't know me to stop here.

I have elected this morning.

Clinic this afternoon.

I'll try and come back later if I can.

If not tomorrow.

I'm all right.

I just slipped.

How long have you had the area?

You were told to be careful.

I have been.

Come on. Let's find her a bed.

And look at her diamonds.

Dr. Neil is the leading authority on Colorado.

The thrift is by far the best in Burn to be in London.

You don't have to burn my coat, dear.

Mr. Bent is a strong man in injection of opium a few days rest.

You've seen me other patients.

Yes, they all seem to be doing very well.

And you would deny that to Mr. Bent.

I'm just saying it might pay to wait a while.

For what, exactly?

Until we are certain.

Look at these cards.

Pulse.

Temperature.

Respiration.

It's very impressive so far.

But a few hours, either way, it wasn't a way to go.

It was either way, it wasn't matter.

Father, you said we got to Harry and the Chinaman too late.

Yes, yes, we did.

I won't let that happen to Mr. Bentley.

Hello, ma'am.

What now?

Sorry.

Go home and get some rest.

Too much to do.

I have to be here.

Mr. Bentley will be fine.

There's nothing to do with this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

Thank you.

You will send for me.

I won't need to, will I?

I'll read the word again, no, Scott.

You can't go on just a name, Mr. Bentley.

You've got to study the pedigree, the form.

How do you know?

What did you think?

Do you ever think about death in that skull?

Yes, other peoples.

Here you are.

Personal.

How are you, Mr. Bentley?

Most cartridges of me are winners, sir.

Just a bit of fun, Doctor.

Personal to win.

Why personal?

I've got a good pedigree according to NASCAR.

He's owned by the Prince of Wales.

Can I get you anything else, Miss?

No, thank you.

You're the greatest bonus to future races!

Don't beiconcable!

Don't play animate.

That's okay, though.

Listen, don't play commercial.

Don't playazzoon.

Stop watching!

Emma.

I can't stop.

Come on, come on.

You stopped.

She was doing so well, little things.

My children.

I know you're still.

I know you're still.

I know you're still.

I know you're still.

I know you're still.

Come on.

Bye.

Yeah.

How could they lose her?

Ask Eleanor to come downstairs, Kate.

I think she's fast asleep.

Now!

Yes, sir.

Father, what's happened?

Only as compound.

What do you know about it?

Please, Father, we've been through all this.

Astic.

It contains an arsenic compound, yes.

You knew?

Of course. Poison with poison.

How much arsenic?

A very small amount.

What?

Do you know how much he gave his patient?

What's happened?

Did you see how much he gave each patient?

Did you check the amounts?

No, of course not.

He filled the syringes himself.

What has happened?

Two girls.

Same weight, same height.

Twins for God's sake.

This is the amount he gave one.

Four grams.

This is the amount he gave the other.

Twelve grams.

That can't be right.

Twelve grams are almost certainly...

Killer.

Yes.

O'Neill has killed her.

What's happened?

I think you know.

Identical twins.

Identical symptoms.

Completely different doses of compound.

How did you choose?

Choose what?

Between the girls.

Or was it random?

Pick a card, any card?

What are you suggesting here, Miss Brown?

You experimented on them.

They were both extremely ill.

I knew the treatment could save them.

You used these patients like rabbits in a cage.

I tried to save them.

Did you genuinely believe that the amount of compound you gave to Maria would save her?

Shall I tell you what really happened?

A few days ago, I poured cholera into the water supply at Jacob's Island.

Well, I wouldn't put it past you.

What the hell did you think we were doing?

A bit of drift, patterned men?

Any new treatment entails a certain amount of risk.

And for your information, the only person I have ever experimented on is myself.

I can't believe that.

What are you doing?

I prefer milk and sugar.

What have you done?

Two girls about to die.

I have to try something. Anything to save them.

Yes, one is dead.

But the other one is still alive.

I admit, and I took a risk.

I didn't know how much compound would save them.

But save when I did.

Here.

Well, that...

That amount of cholera should be enough to kill me.

But there's no telling.

I might be lucky.

I might not.

I believe this could save me.

But once again, it's an educated guess.

So what's it to be in this realm?

Life...

or death?

Don't do that.

A Spoiler notebook.

Here.

Everyone seems to doing well, Nuss.

It's evil, Doctor.

Collara.

Evil.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

Looks like a beautiful morning.

What's up, sir?

Come on, we haven't got all day, man.

How are they?

Temperature, pulse rate, respiration, or normal.

Oh, good.

What does O'Neill have to save himself?

I think we may have jumped to conclusions.

I saw the amounts he gave, Eleanor.

I know, Father.

But...

Your port are in the ward.

Mr. Benetley?

I've just checked him. He's doing fine.

Miss Coward, can I see it?

Did you inject him?

No, Nuss carded.

I made up the compound.

How did you calculate this amount?

I took his height and weight.

The same equation I used.

It's not a problem.

The equation assumes a greatly reduced body weight.

Patients who have suffered days of diarrhea, vomiting, not...

Mr. Benetley hasn't suffered that much.

You mean I've given him too much?

Your compound has poisoned him.

No, we don't know that.

Just like it did the girl.

So... no antidote.

I knew it.

Please, Father.

The amount you gave him is proportionately less than I gave the girl who died.

What does that mean?

The compound has worked on a majority of patients.

There's a good chance it will do the same for him.

We must be able to do something.

Well, when he wakes, plenty of liquids.

What about a strong saline solution?

Not to ask her the poison. The compounds in the blood.

All he'll do is get rid of vital fluids.

What do you suggest we do, Doctor?

Just hit them weight.

I will take a look at the dead girl.

Take samples.

Find out how the compound works to her body.

I've been talking to Mr. Finch.

A man who takes pride in his work.

I thought you said that the fever ward at St. Jude's was full.

You people amaze me.

I don't understand why you're using the thrift.

I know what this is all about.

When I cut this girl open, I expect to find her heart's day in her blue dye.

Now, if I was to cut you open, I wager it would be a dark, miserable, envious green.

I dare you, sir. Me?

You're the married man, Mr. Marshall.

Miss Bramwell's asked me to fetch your doctor.

Excuse me. I wanted to.

He's waking up.

That's good.

Mr. Bentley?

I like Miss.

What are you doing here?

How do you feel?

I think I want to come out, Miss.

It will when it's ready.

Harcom's too feeling.

You got bread.

What bread?

A pole's giving it to me for the twins.

That was dreaming about the Derby.

Oh, Misty, how far?

No, Mr. Bentley. Next Wednesday.

Here.

Have some water.

I prefer a cup of tea here, full.

It'll be thankful you get anything.

What's it?

Boy, what's it?

Just drink it.

Cheers.

Be careful where you went to that, Miss.

Oh, Mr. Bentley.

He's come both, Miss.

Smelling to us.

No, inject them with strict names.

No, no, no, no, no, Mr. Bentley.

Mr. Bentley.

He's trying to be safe.

Get over on your side.

Help me, Mr. Marshall. Help me.

He's aphyxiating.

Hit him on the back.

Harlow.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

You've done it.

Oh.

Good man.

Easy.

Easy.

No.

Miss Helt stopped.

Hello.

Hi.

Mr. Bentley.

What can we do?

I thought we had him.

I thought he was breathing.

I don't know.

Not Dan.

He's dead.

I don't know.

Practice is not dead.

When I was a girl, they used to put little bells in the coffin in case they woke up buried

alive.

Don't cover him up.

Not yet.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How long?

High key.

You can't move.

GLASSuc

Eleanor.

Please, just go.

I will help to examine his body.

What?

Learn from the feet, Eleanor.

You will not touch, Daniel.

I know how you must be feeling.

No.

I too have lost those clothes to me.

I can't.

Just go.

It's my duty.

All body is infected by color.

Arsenic.

He was killed by Arsenic.

I killed him with your magic bullet.

Is that what's going to happen to all of us?

No, Mr. Baxter.

Most of you will be walking in a few days.

Nasty business.

I'll take it on to home.

Then I can see Mrs. Bentley.

What about her, Neil?

He's gone.

Morning, Father.

Morning.

I have a letter from Lord Paltry.

Oh.

He says his committee has thought long and hard.

I find that hard to believe.

But unfortunately, the funds will not

be available for the thrift as all monies

have been donated to the Darwin Foundation.

Dr. Mackenzie believes that he can make monkeys talk.

Well, he can certainly make them donate money.

I saw Neil last night.

Despite what happened to the child and Mr. Bentley,

I have to concede that his results were impressive.

Very impressive.

Without his new treatment, it's certain more people

would have died.

Something wrong, Miss.

Not hungry.

When he can stop blaming his self for Mr. Bentley's death.

It was my fault.

Only on Miss Ledd you.

It wasn't even there.

It was a genuine mistake, Eleanor.

Yes, Father.

And I made it.

Well, at least I won't have to see him anymore.

I don't believe it.

Personal.

I'm the Derby.

Oh, I fight with me.

I must fall free from time.

I'll fall free from time.

Is that the lot, sir?

There it is.

How many patients are left, sir, if you don't want me asking.

Six.

I'll call back in a week.

I'll sort the line, Peter, at the same time,

if that's convenient with you, sir.

Would you like a beer?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Tod la champion.

No, it's yours.

Please, she won.

God, it's Maria.

We have Zasha.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Anyway.

Oh, I love her.

Oh, I love her.

We have to go to the

area.

Nice car. Just coming.

I don't normally approve of gambling, Miss Bramwell,

but I put a little something on the Derby.

For Mr. Bentley, you understand.

I'm not sure.

I thought it might come in useful for his family.

Sure it will.

Miss Bramwell.

Miss Bramwell.

I've come to collect.

Oh, he is.

I could have just sent the porter.

I needed to see him.

Whatever for?

I have to make a full report.

I'm sure you've everything in your journal.

Not everything, Miss Bramwell.

I made a misjudgment.

I should have kept you more fully aware of what I was doing.

You could say I suppose I abused your trust.

Not only my trust, but the trust of my staff,

and most importantly, the trust of my patients.

Most of whom survived.

I too made a misjudgment.

I believed you were genuinely interested in saving lives.

What the hell are you talking about, Waller?

My whole life has been dedicated to that one thing.

No, Dr. O'Neill.

Your only interest in life is in killing a piscillus.

A vibrio.

I find the cause I treat the patient.

It all comes to the same thing.

I was so impressed.

When I watched you work.

But in the end, it's just about numbers and results.

Mr. Bentley's death is just a mistake to be learnt from.

Why did you use the thrift?

It was more convenient.

No, no.

Not too many prying eyes at Jude's.

I wanted to be here.

They don't particularly like their physicians using the hospital as a laboratory, do they?

I wanted to be with you, Eleanor.

Yes, I know.

And I wanted to be with you.

Nothing's changed.

Is it really so easy to forget everything that's happened?

Not about us, it's not.

It's past.

It's gone.

It doesn't have to be.

Yes, doctor in here.

It does.

Mr. Marshall needs your help, doctor.

Yes, nurse.

I'm on my way.

I'm on my way.

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