All language subtitles for Bramwell - S02E07 - Episode 7

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I'm going to go.

Fuck.

Here?

I keep going!

It's being shutdowned everywhere.

Again!

Some help here.

You're a mess? Through here.

A little bit on the table.

What happened to her?

She ran into the street.

Carried you went straight into her.

What's your name?

I can't.

Can you tell me where it hurts?

Here.

Huh?

I can't feel anything through this corset.

Would you wait outside, please?

Yes, I'm sorry. This is going to hurt a little.

I asked the shop for you, Charles.

Yes, she ran right into it.

Do you think she's badly hurt?

Oh, it will do. You've had a bad knock.

Don't.

We have to examine patients every day.

No different to anyone.

Anyone else?

Sippy, a cup of tea for Mr. Sheldon.

No, I'm right.

You don't look all right.

Mr. Marshall.

It's a man.

A man?

A man in women's clothes.

Maybe it's for a church.

Joke.

If it's a joke, it's some poor taste.

The Empire's a short walk from where I found him.

He might be a performer.

Oh Lord.

What's his condition?

Oh Lord, what's this?

Are you a performer?

What?

You know, I believe I have seen him on the stage.

The Alhambra singing a comic song.

That's right, isn't it?

You won't get much out of him if he's concussed.

You fractured a number of ribs on this side and you're concussed.

We shall have to keep you in for observation.

No, it's car.

Find some night attire for this young man.

Mr. Marshall, look after Mr. Sheldon.

I'll attend to this.

You've already been kind enough to someone who is probably no better than a scoundrel.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Believe me, Charles, you don't come up against all sorts as we do here.

You know nothing of humanity in the row.

So, are you fit for the morning?

Six turns around the park.

Tomorrow?

Well, we won't be the harriers if we don't keep in shape.

But of course, if you're afraid of being outrun, very mad.

I'll meet you at the fountain.

Oh, and let me know about the boy.

I'd like to know what happens to him.

Well, if you think we'll find Mr. Sullivan an interesting dinner guest,

then by all means bring him along, Elizabeth.

But Edlin's work is solely medical.

And Mr. Sullivan is his spiritual.

They two complement each other perfectly.

I must say, I'm rather amazed that Mr. Sullivan's mission attracts so many contributions.

I'm making sure of that.

My life has been so much better since I was saved, Robert.

Yours could be too.

Me? No. I'm Mr. Hubble sinner.

Please stop looking like a Christian.

Course, Seth. They once lie that out east, you know.

One's like what?

That margarine.

You wouldn't credit what goes on out there.

This will need cleaning and dressing.

We can't allow it to become infected again.

The sun is the devil's lie that in Calcutta.

I'm sorry.

Only out there.

They've the decency to chop off their manly parts.

And how would you know?

Oh, it's... it's called a knowledge in the Virgin Navy.

Excuse me if I've seen Brubmus.

But who are you?

And Dr. Bramwell.

Where am I, Dr. Bramwell?

You're in the house.

Where am I, Dr. Bramwell?

You're in the thrift in Thermory.

Do you remember what happened?

What happened?

You had a blow to the head.

You may have lost your memory.

A blow to the head?

You ran in front of a carriage.

How very reckless of me.

Luckily you were found by Mr. Sheldon, who supplies our surgical equipment.

He brought you here.

Can you remember your name?

Frederick.

Frederick Hackett.

Good.

Well, Frederick, I want to make sure there's no bleeding inside your head.

So I'm going to keep you on the ward tonight.

Where do you live?

I lodge in Ship Street.

Have you been unhappy lately?

What a difficult question.

Have you?

So you didn't run in front of the carriage with the intention of taking your life?

I never do anything so dangerous as that.

If ever I decided to take my life, I'd jump in the dock where I could be sure a boatman would take you.

You're not the type we usually get in from Ship Street.

Why?

Well, you seem intelligent or perhaps it's a talent for repartee.

I like intelligent better.

I suppose you need a ready wit in your profession.

No more than in yours.

Mine?

As a lady doctor.

You're as odd as I am.

I suppose I am.

Most people soon get used to me.

You're lucky then.

Jack Bambish is in your back act as a ladsaw before.

I don't wish to hear about it, thank you.

He said there's a whole nest of them in Ship Street.

I don't want to know.

Say there's meat in the Prussia regal.

I knew some as they will.

Sydney.

I don't do what he does.

If ever much they pay me.

Why am I always late for my own dinner parties?

The new patient is here to be discharged.

He needs to stay overnight.

Are you aware of his true nature?

He's a singular and rather like boy young man.

Did he not talk to you about such things at medical school?

What things?

This is very difficult.

Mr. Marsham?

In man of the lowest type, the animal is a little bit more than a little bit.

Animal passions are given rain to a degree that most would think incredible.

And some men...

Go on.

Some men choose to use other men as they would use a woman.

And?

And?

There is no doubt that your patient is a sodomite who prostitutes his body to others.

That's unspeakable.

I know.

I'm sorry.

You must think me very stupid.

Mr. Hackett must be discharged.

He's concussed. We can't throw him on the street.

There's no telling what he could get up to on the ward.

He's in no fit state to get up to anything.

He will be.

When he is, he will be discharged.

There's nothing.

But I do think Mr. Sullivan can be of real use to animal.

I'm not a good one.

I do think Mr. Sullivan can be of real use to animal.

I do wish you'd come and hear him preach wrong.

You would see for yourself.

Religious meetings are not my cup of tea.

No, you're happy.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

Religious meetings are not my cup of tea.

No, you're happy.

You're at grace meetings.

Tell him what.

Do you not think he was striking, man?

I couldn't, sir.

It was my doctor who raised my eyes to the Lord.

Neither I know my colleagues have time for evangelizing at the thrift.

God chooses and suspecting instruments for his work.

Well, he chose me.

And the methods he uses are...

Also, surprising, let me tell you something.

There are two or three women in this room who would give their little finger for a kiss from me.

Mr. Sullivan, don't be shocked.

Because the gift I have of charming women is the means God uses to open their purses for his ends.

Have you two struck a bargain?

I don't think so.

I don't know. I'm sure I guess would love to hear you play.

Right.

Leave you here by yourself at night, do they?

I couldn't go after myself.

You sure?

What if someone came after you, eh?

I'd kick him.

You couldn't.

I could. I'd kick my dad when he'd come to strap me.

He didn't do it again.

And I'd wait to kick, see.

Where's that, boy?

Damn, damn.

Stop from dead, that does.

Good lad.

Hey, you're a good lad.

Go on with ya.

What's an extraordinary man?

Looking down his nose every time I picked up a wine glass.

I haven't known what the true gospel reform which he's like.

Prayers, cold baths, prayers, hard labor, prayers, temperance and more prayers.

It sounds like the ideal place for Sydney Bentley.

Hey, sir, fast for you.

Charles!

Hey!

What do you think?

It sounds out tomorrow.

Yeah.

But not trickery.

Trickery.

That was tactical.

How's the ladder brought in?

I should be off at Hans tomorrow.

Go treat.

Like an angel in a too pretty to eat.

How are you today?

I had a dizzy fit on my way to the privy.

Do you still have pains in your head?

It's like a... a dull ache here.

Let me see.

I'm still feeling the effects of the blow.

We'll look at you again at lunchtime.

Thank you, miss.

I don't warn you.

I know what you are.

What do you mean?

Don't you ever think about the way you lead your life?

That's got nothing to do with you.

That's what you remind me of.

I don't care about your infirmary.

Well, I do.

Let's cut this patient's hair.

Cut his hair.

Yes, cut a dot.

You don't want to do that.

Oh, yes, I do.

Are we to expect a famous victory, Mr. Marshham?

It is within our sight.

Oh, the patient seemed to have survived the night in the company of Mr. Hackett.

And he has to be discharged?

I still can't rule out some dual hemorrhaging.

So he's going to be staying on the ward?

Yes.

You could at least isolate him in the street.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I'll just let you stay still at him in the store room.

That's no place for a patient.

It's perfectly safe to keep in my use.

So what's he got there, Nursay?

I'm sorry, Mr. B. Miss?

You changed him. You should know.

What are you all about?

What's he got down below?

Under that dress?

Any more of that talk and I'll have Dr. Brown will throw you out on your ear.

Open wound or no open wound?

Where are you off to?

For a pipe.

They're all right.

I know, Dordlin.

I saw that Sydney Bentley.

How's that, Dr. Brown?

Much better.

You had no call to do this.

I don't know what you're complaining about.

You look at proper, gentlemen.

Your appearance was in the front.

My appearance is my own affair.

You chose your way of life.

You must take the consequences.

I never chose it.

It was forced upon me.

If I had tuppens for every time I've heard that story.

I couldn't get work.

I was 12 years old.

I was hungry. I was cold.

And one day I met a gentleman who was very good to me.

But he enticed me into wickedness.

Everyone who comes here is poor. They don't do what you do.

They didn't meet this gentleman, did they?

Look, it's not so bad.

There's a mirror in the sluice.

Why don't you go and have a look?

What's this?

A platform Miss Brown will scrum.

Lift for that...

Well, you know.

Take them to the store room.

And tell me how long it'll take to clean it up.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

You're bleeding again.

I'll fetch Dr. Marsh.

I'll be back.

Please.

Come here.

Fall.

Sit.

Sorry, Miss.

What are you doing in here?

Dr. Marsh from said I...

Then start lying.

I'm not lying.

Dr. Marsh, I'm not lying.

Don't take it here quick.

All right.

Get stank this over.

It's not the music horn.

It's the jug in.

God.

Oh, it's all right, then.

I'll help you.

He's lost a lot of blood.

It's all right.

Thank you, Sydney. Close the door.

It's quiet.

Please, I'm not a bad man.

I know.

I know.

We've tried to be still.

I think I can close this with a stitch.

He's weakening.

If I can, I would avoid secondary hemorrhaging later.

We might be losing him.

Rosie's feet nurse.

Infectious addresses.

Yes, Doctor.

You could paddle with all the blood in there.

Let's hope all this effort is not in vain.

If you ask me, Jack Bienmish was the best surgeon

at Mardry could have had.

From the toilet to Dr. Bram Hall.

There's almost no pulse.

What if we replaced the lost blood?

A transfusion.

My father's done it.

This chances our survivor would be minimal.

His chances are survivor would be minimal.

His chances don't improve if we do nothing.

A transfusion may save his life.

And who could be persuaded to give their blood to him?

I will.

Why?

I didn't realize what Frederick was when I did.

I kept him on the ward when he should have been protected.

It's my fault he's in this state.

If it was up to me, I wouldn't bother.

You should take the consequences of his own actions.

Now, way some, the people behave.

It's like a red rag to a bull.

Nothing to do with Bienmish, then.

Grab hold of the other end of this.

Come on, hurry!

Well, this is certain to provide the coroner with an interesting conundrum.

The depression died because of the actions of a bottle-wielding drunkard.

Or was he finished off by an unorthodox medical procedure?

Be quick. We don't want any clotting.

So, turn the tap.

Lift through the blood.

Turn the tap.

I'll transfer to a patient.

Look for any adverse reactions.

The first thing of any problems I'll stop is his pulse.

It's my refrain, Doctor.

Sydney?

Sir? Sir?

Sir?

Yes, could you tell Dr. Marshall, man, here?

Sorry, sir, it's busy.

Up right in there on the fellow you bought in yesterday.

Had his felt cut by a sider.

His throat?

Yeah, back it's a blood there, was.

But, big in the problem, sir.

What can't I let you in there?

Good God.

You shouldn't worry, sir.

Don't you devil like that?

Where are you, sir?

Hold him still.

Frederick?

Frederick, you're too late still.

I'm too shivering.

We've lost a lot of blood.

Dr. Brammall has given you a large quantity of her own blood to make you better.

You're too late still, do you understand?

I think we've filled it off.

You won't think there was that much blood inside, is would you?

Sydney!

Better cab and be quick about it.

Will I die?

You're doing very well.

If it wasn't for Dr. Brammwell, you would be dead by now.

I hope you appreciate what she's done.

May God help me for being so wicked.

If I live.

I'll change.

I swear to you, miss.

I'm not all evil.

I can do good.

I promise I can.

I say, you want me to do a bad thing.

I wouldn't do it.

I didn't know hospital.

I'm not all evil.

We've just achieved something quite extraordinary.

That is, chances are good.

Chances are excellent, medically.

What do you got there?

Oh, a sample.

Carbolic.

You're actually a doctor.

Thank you.

You're still rehearsing a speech to the coroner.

I don't think that'll be necessary, do you?

No one could have done a finer job.

Lonsons.

I won't forget it.

Will you let me know how Frederick gets on?

Off you go, driver.

Go go.

Stop fussing, Father.

Good God, you had a murder in the ward.

No one was murdered.

Only because of you.

Have you informed the police?

Beamish, we'll be half way to the continent by now.

Don't worry, I'll do it.

He should didn't be sending out.

Cook says you'll treat you all out.

What is it?

Jelly, Cook did it special. He goes straight to your veins.

I'm off all night, us.

Very well.

I'm not happy, Dr. Marshall.

Why?

Sometimes I think Dr. Bramore is our own worst enemy.

I don't know.

Anywhere else where such care would be taken over patients like we have here?

Shirley, you don't expect us to refuse them treatment?

We ought to pick and choose for our own protection.

You haven't eaten me sending out?

I can't. I told Cook you and T.T. here.

If I've brought you this, Cook doesn't know I bought it.

I'll kill you.

Angel.

It might not be as good for your blood, but you're selling my ear for a lot more cheerful.

My ribs still hurt.

You'll be sore for several days yet.

Put your strong and healthy. You've made an excellent recovery.

You're a very fortunate young man.

I'm sure if he would have fined a position and decent companions, he could lead a blameless life.

Perhaps you could find a position for him.

Eleanor, if you were to meet him, I'm sure you'd like him.

My dear girl, no one in their right mind would take into their household someone like him.

This is why Mr. Sullivan's reformatory exists to reform.

By washing the cenote with cold baths and continuous prayers, I know you think of Mr. Sullivan as a zealot.

But it's his zeal that leads him to do what others will not.

He has this Christlike quality that he rejects nobody.

Robert.

Yes. Yes, here I am. Talking your daughter to death.

No, I didn't say that.

But your face tells me everything.

Goodbye, my dear.

Next time we meet, I want to see the same old bloom on your cheeks.

No, no, no. You attend to your daughter.

Kate.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.

Did you talk to the police?

There seems little chance of them to rest.

They must say they don't seem to be pursuing the case with any vigor.

Patrick Hackett has had few friends in his life,

and those he has had have let him down badly.

Now you know better than to become involved in your patients' lives.

Especially retches of that type.

His throat was slashed in my infirmary. I am involved in his life.

In a medical capacity.

Any further acquaintance with people of that sort?

Well, I could only end a sorrow or disgrace.

I'm sorry, I don't think it's scandalous to help someone who's unfortunate.

What I'm saying, just be careful now.

I will for other.

If I spend one more moment resting, I shall turn into an invalid on the spot.

Miss Bramwell, are you strong enough to work?

Perfectly, thank you.

You look pale.

I don't feel pale.

I'm not sure.

What the earth are you doing?

I've lost my looks.

You're a man, you shouldn't have looked.

They're important.

They are to me.

Many shallow people think that.

Most people are shallow.

I don't know where you get your ideas from.

Come on, back to bed.

And stop touching your neck.

Most people are shallow.

You really are peculiar, fellow.

I only want to keep him in until I can make a suitable arrangement for him.

But he is ready to be discharged.

The disease he has is one we cannot yet cure.

He occupies a bed we could fill ten times over with less to pray for patients.

And Nuscar agrees with me.

Oh, you've canvassed her opinion, have you?

Well, I'm going to keep him in today until I can find out how best to help him.

Then my advice would be, that boy is trouble.

If you want to meddle, then he must be isolated from the other patients.

When you were dying, you expressed a wish to reform your life.

Do you know about my life, Miss?

I think so.

I don't like it that there are those about who would kill me as soon as blink.

In any case, I can't continue my formulary like this.

I knew of someone who was prepared to rescue you.

Would you be willing to be rescued?

Of course, you couldn't see your...

Gentlemen, again?

I've long wanted to get away from him.

He's the jealous sort, watching every move I make.

You must have known men like that.

He won't ever leave me alone, not even now.

Has he been here?

I'm sorry?

Who is he?

I can't tell you.

Did you haven't had any visible?

Do I know him?

Please, Miss.

No, don't I. I know him.

Is it Mr. Sheldon?

Please, Miss.

Good God. It is.

It's Mr. Sheldon.

Wait here.

Very good, Bob.

Come in.

Miss Brownwell.

Miss Brownwell.

This is not going to be a pleasant meeting, Mr. Sheldon.

Wait outside, please, Wilson.

It's the boy, isn't it?

He's told me of your unnatural friendship, yes.

There is nothing unnatural about the affection of an elder for a younger man.

Plato made it the basis of his whole philosophy.

It is the free association of pupil and loving teacher.

It is noble.

It is manly.

Manly?

To dress in women's clothes?

That was near playfulness.

Let me speak to him.

He doesn't want to see you.

Freddy does not know his own mind. Where is he?

I forbid you to see him.

If you attempt to, I shall reveal your secret.

Naturally, your business dealings with a thrifter terminated.

He needed no corrupting, you know.

I'm merely awake and feelings which are already there.

He was an eager pupil.

Nonsense.

It is not nonsense.

Now he showers his affections and other youths in a disgusting and sentimental way.

If this is true, it makes the deeds of his original seducer even blacker.

Good day to you, Mr. Sheldon.

I love Frederick, Miss Bramwell.

Back to thrift, Street, please.

No! No, take me to the true gospel reformatory on Wool Sack Lane.

Walk on.

There.

Looks like a good fit.

Miss Bramwell's groom must be about the same size.

I hope this is the right thing.

Can there be a doubt in your mind?

I hope you're not going to cause any more trouble.

Because we have no time for rogues here.

No?

No.

Let me tell you how once I was mired in despair.

Let me share with you this afternoon the depths to which I sank.

At one time, brothers and sisters, I craved strong drink.

I didn't care what I did to get it.

To such a degree that I deprived my wife and my child of the very bread to put in their mouths.

And because of my neglect, my small son, my innocent little boy.

Second, one died.

What a wrench I was.

I wish I was dead.

I ran to the river.

I threw myself in and they would have perished.

But for a passerby who rescued me and then, please be, called a doctor who opened my eyes to the Lord.

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Justice!

I was saved!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Thank you.

There was days I'd been saved.

I've been so happy.

I confess this drum.

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Mr Sullivan.

Mr. Sullivan.

Mr. Brown.

I'd like to speak to you on a matter of some delicacy.

Excuse me, please.

Have you changed your mind?

About one of my patients, yes.

A young person who has strayed from the paths of virtue.

I understand, Doctor.

It's a man.

A man?

Well, I trust that Jesus forgives all sinners.

I have to get him away from the thrift.

It's a matter of urgency since the man who corrupted him knows he's there.

I beg you to admit him to the Reformetry immediately.

How old is he?

Eighteen.

They've usually joined the army by that age.

But there are some exceptions.

Bring the light to me.

Thank you.

I must confess, when we first met, I thought you were bigger.

I was wrong.

I shall light a candle of understanding in thy heart,

which shall not be put out.

I love that.

What do you think?

The crit is a picture.

Sydney, go and clean the privy.

Now.

You've been fiddling with those bandages again, haven't you?

Uncomfortable.

Doctor doesn't do them as well as you.

Don't give me that soft soap.

You know, if you set your mind to it, you could make a fine fellow.

Why you should want to dress up in those other things, I'll never understand.

It feels all right to me.

What created this man and woman?

Differences are easy to see.

Anyone should wish to pretend to be other than they are.

Goes against the law of nature.

If God created man and woman, then why did he create me?

Feeling like I do.

You've become like that by giving into your own wicked desires.

Then why did he give me those desires?

How can I do this for the old jaw going up and down?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Well, I found a home for you.

Where?

A reformatry on Wal-Sach Lane.

A reformatry?

It's a good one.

But rather go back to Ship Street.

It's a well-run institution where you can restore some order to your life.

So it's Pentonville Prison.

With the difference that you enter voluntarily and can leave when you choose.

At least visit it with me.

See what you think.

That's a sensible idea.

I think you'll find Mr Sullivan a sympathetic man.

Mr Sullivan, please.

What have you got there?

Nothing. Let's see this nothing.

It's for my sister.

She can't wear this.

She'll be taken for a harlot.

And Alicia beeping and I'm her own money.

Instead of eating off more wages, didn't he?

You know I'm not a Frederick home.

No, but I don't want to.

He can afford oranges.

Yes, and it cost him his good name.

I'll give that more good name of our good eat oranges.

Miss Bramwell.

Mr Sullivan.

Welcome to the true gospel reformatry for buyers.

This is the young man.

Frederick Lekett, Mr Sullivan.

Don't worry, we'll soon make a healthy young man of you.

Come this way.

The work show.

The boys spend their days in useful labor.

The others are in the refractory.

This one's missing dinner today.

We won't see a sense.

We'll get on with it, Jackson.

The chapel.

Are you feeling it here?

Here the boys are tempered in the furnace of redemptive enough.

Better than the fires of hell, eh?

When he sees them, it's either.

This one was up to a pint of gin and day when we found him.

But he's off it now.

Aren't you a prosser?

Yes, sir.

Show Hackett the routine.

You can wait here with him till prayers.

Sir.

I'm Miss Bramwell.

I should like to say goodbye to Frederick.

Very well, I'll be in the refractory.

Don't leave me here, Miss.

It's horrible.

He's a biker from the south.

He's a good man.

I'd rather be out on the streets.

There's the prospect of a better life here.

There's no future for people like me.

Of course there is.

I'm not cut out to be a soldier.

I'm just a margarine and a note.

Stop this.

I've helped you.

Are you going to turn your back on me at the first difficulty?

It's not that I don't appreciate what you've done for me.

Have I wasted my time on you, Frederick?

I wouldn't want that.

No.

Are you sure it'll be all right?

You have my word.

Dr. Martian, we're almost out of carpooling.

If that orders to go to Sheldon...

It is?

I've decided rooms change our suppliers.

What?

I've approached the first in a morris.

But we've always dealt with Sheldon.

Well, no, it's time to try elsewhere.

And what has Mr. Sheldon done to fall out of favour so suddenly?

I just think it's a bad idea to remain tied to one's supplier.

Aren't you?

Come on!

There's nothing wrong with you!

I've got a pony me gap!

You think I'm actually peeping in your state?

That's a thing all right, Nurse.

It is now, thank you.

We've had more than enough trouble with drugs lately.

And they're victims.

Don't you go wrong about him?

He's well off where he is.

He'll soon sort himself out.

I do hope so.

They came in his rogues and retches.

And the army transformed them to good men.

Discipline.

He teaches a person's self respect.

Coming.

We're selling now.

There's a message from Mr. Sullivan.

I do hope we're not going to be plagued by Mrs. Quail and her friends wanting us to save more souls.

Father, I shall be late for dinner.

There was a bit of horseplay.

I'll see you at the door, sir.

They stripped me and shoved my head down the hallway.

You can't watch them all the time.

I'm covered in stuff.

Did it get onto your dressings?

Bring me dressings and cubolic.

I'm in trouble with this term, aren't I?

An infection has got into your blood.

I don't like it here.

I want to see Charlie, Miss Brumwell.

Fits Charlie for me.

Are they sterile?

Well, they've been washed.

And cubolic?

We seem to have run out.

He's asking to see his friend.

He should put the past behind him.

He may be dying.

Then he must not be in the state of sin.

We can't allow him to die alone without a friendly face.

He isn't alone.

I thought we'd sing the last of you tonight.

Frederick has sent the singing in.

Is he bad?

Yes.

The sick bay is poorly equipped.

The dressings are a disgrace.

Mr. Marshall, do you think it entirely impossible that love can exist between two men?

I'm talking of Frederick and his friend.

And which friend is that?

Between men there can be comradeship, but at a no way resembles love.

Love can only exist between a man and a woman.

And I should think so too.

What's the matter?

Can't keep away.

Believe me, I'd like nothing better.

But Frederick is ill.

How will?

He's gravely ill.

I abhor the life that Frederick has led.

But I couldn't deny what maybe his dying wish.

Where is he?

You may go to bed now, so I'll sit with you.

Frederick.

Frederick.

There's someone to see you.

Freddie?

Freddie, it's Charlie.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

That's all right.

That ran away from me.

Didn't mean anything.

Hold my hand.

It's all right now.

I'm scared.

If I don't need to be scared, I'm ill.

I'm sorry, miss.

I know my life.

Charlie is the only one that ever loved me.

Is everything all right?

Yes, thank you.

This is Dr. Sheldon.

I've left something to eat on the refectory table.

I'm going to bed.

I know he's in good hands.

Good night, Dr. Bramwell.

Dr. Sheldon.

Let's get these off.

I'm so scared.

It mustn't be brave.

What are you doing?

I'm going to change the bandages.

They'll help me.

It'll make you more comfortable.

I'd be most comfortable if I could just hold Charlie's hand.

If that's all the same to you.

Thank you, miss.

Thank you, miss.

I think you stopped breathing.

Freddy?

Oh, no, Freddy.

I'm sorry.

You should be sorry.

Where there is affection you only see indecency.

Frederick should never have been brought here.

You should have brought him to me.

I'm sorry you feel like that?

I loved Frederick, miss Bramwell.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were asleep.

I don't sleep well, Dr. Bramwell.

Bad conscience.

We all have those.

Yes.

It's unavoidable.

Do you think so?

We come into the world ignorant.

And we learn from our mistakes.

And when we make mistakes, we hurt people.

Fortunately, God squares the circle. He forgives us.

Even when we don't forgive ourselves.

I hope he does.

Oh, he must.

He made the rules.

I hope he will.

I hope he will.

I hope he will.

I hope he will.

I hope he will.

I hope he will.

I hope he will.

No running today, Mr. Martian.

No.

I hope my decision to find a new supplier has caused no difficulties between you and Mr. Sheldon.

We were both deceived and Mr. Sheldon.

I think I may have been a little hasty.

He's a man with many good qualities.

To continue to associate with him, knowing of his conduct would be impossible.

The patients are ready for you, Dr. Bramwell.

I'll see you to witness.

We are all of us tempted in different ways.

Our lot is to resist temptation and suffering silence.

Or pay the price.