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Original subtitles

ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃ

ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən

ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃən ʃəth ʃən ʃən ʃn ʃən ʃcən ʃən ʃə

Ass pie buena, Rick Always

She thinks she's there

O' могутiardly

So she will sell pigs

Get накatha

So she 200

Thank you

She doesn't come

Worthy

She can shake her hair

And desert

Carry on

Ais, ais, ais.

How do you sign your name?

Bodeusia, who you know the British?

Just E. Bramwell.

Good. Edward Bramwell.

Or Edwin.

Or Ethelbert.

Let's keep your identity a small secret between just us.

Just you, me, Sergeant Reed, and a few hundred reservists.

Non-commissioned ranks never speak to officers

and even if they did, we wouldn't listen to them.

A lady doing army service and no one knows it.

Just a pity we can't actually enlist you.

You never told us.

Are you married?

I'm a widower.

Three little girls living with her aunt.

I see them only at Christmas.

But...

Not long now and I'll be married again.

I've been alone for what seems like.

What is it?

That only drying out.

Be a whale before the clock will...

She's lovely.

Is this your wife?

Ah, we'll soon have you back with her.

The lint's all but used up, Doctor.

You'll have to make do with Bordragg.

I think you're not sleep at the house.

There's Lysel and some balm.

Robinson out.

Is it important all over him?

Good God, no, Matt.

I've been driven to drinking days.

I've got something to eat, Doctor Martian.

Just coming.

That isn't as much as I thought.

I shouldn't have assumed.

It's always nice to be asked but the answer is no.

I didn't come into Doctor into recruits soldiers.

But I'll be turning away those who aren't fit for battle.

Isn't that a good doctoring thing to do?

You will not win me over with your feminine ways, Madam.

I know that I'm right on the goddess and my side.

What?

Just as the army and the Boer are both noise and theirs.

You can be very pig-headed.

I don't know why any woman should love you.

Neither do I.

A poor Scottish rum and Catholic upstair.

Nurse Cossars, you wanted.

Yes, thank you, Tom.

We both have watches. We were just coming.

We've been married 25 years.

She'll still do her level best to keep us decent there, probably.

Thank God, last son, a lot.

Here we are, Miss. Ready and waiting.

Rather more on mass than I expected, Sergeant.

But I admire your enthusiasm.

I'll leave you there.

I'll be there.

I'll come on, dear.

We are in South Africa, protecting the empire

against the fierce, willing, sausage-eating boar.

Some of our brave boys have been wounded in the heat of battle.

And the stretcher bear is risking their own lives.

Take them to safety and to the gentle administrations

of an angel here on earth.

She shepherds the hawk and the dying into the hospital tent.

The heartless boar has no honour.

And carrying nothing for the red cross,

he aims one of his deadly incendiaries at the hospital tent.

As the casualties are led out,

they under fire from the cowardly enemy.

And the soft, feminine heart of our brave nurse

struggles for its life.

But even now, our thoughts are only for our patience.

A dispatch, saying first aid, tent under fire,

is entrusted to private Jimmy Smith,

and he sets off to deliver it to a nearby garrison.

A bar, maddened by beer,

and he runs firing at young Jimmy,

wounded in the shoulder,

and in great pain, private Smith struggles to his feet.

According to his comrades, I will go on.

Yes!

A thaw a hand is raised,

and the evil scum begs for water,

for mercy.

As always, the British soldier has it in abundance,

and he parts with his own precious water.

But the enemy knows no honour,

and feels no gratitude,

and he takes his wicked aim.

Oh!

Bastard!

Oh, little people!

And so,

Jimmy Smith lies there in that foreign field among the enemy.

And tonight,

another British widow mourns,

while her father is child,

weeps.

He'll be fine!

Oh, boy!

Come on in!

Come on in, come on in,

move yourself.

Come on in, move, move, move.

50 yards away,

get them in your sights,

and bang!

You see, they smoke on the ground,

so you know what you're in.

But the force is easy, too, so he starts running,

bloody coward,

he just lifts your eye up all so much.

Bang!

Oh!

And there he is!

Dead!

Oh, she is?

Well, the enemy's the enemy, isn't it?

You don't have a favour?

Are you?

It will abolish better than cholera.

They're rotten with it.

And the women breed like bloody rabbits anyway.

Ha, ha, ha!

Go!

We don't care who you are.

You can be a murderer, a liar, a cheat, anything.

Whether you're on the run from the law or the army,

it makes no difference to us.

You're safe with us, whoever you are.

I promise you.

We promise you.

You understand that?

Clearly not death then.

Don't go.

Are you German?

You're Dutch, aren't you?

Near the land.

Call of the people!

We're all about it!

Call of the people!

We're all about it!

Call of the people!

We're all about it!

Call of the people!

It makes no difference, not a jot of difference.

You're safe and your secret is safe with us.

Calm yourself.

Oh, no.

Uncle.

Without dragging him to the X-ray machine at the East London hospital,

we have no way of knowing so I think we should treat it as a fracture.

Better safe than sorry, do you think?

Doctor Bramwell.

Yes.

Keep it in the splint.

He'll soon be mended.

Jan.

No.

John.

Your name is John.

Sergeant Weitz here, Doctor Bramwell.

Coming.

And you must return to being a mute.

I still have a back in a minute.

Better see to them.

We have to talk about this.

My soldiers coming out of the prick punk.

Later.

I made it last night.

They say fruit cake improves after a few days, but...

It won't last that long with me, Miss.

Long time since I tasted home baking.

I'm ready when you are.

Breakfast, Nurse Car.

Why would that be?

When you've recovered, our mystery man needs attention.

I'd like to keep him comfortable in sitting up straight.

Do we have any of his clothes?

There's a shirt and a westerner top to shoot you to help, I know.

He's doing very well.

Ladiesmith, a stolen nurse!

A stolen bit for a trick!

A loss of soldiers!

A stolen bit for a trick!

You're doing very well.

I've just been down the high street.

Good of you to admit it, you won't want paid for this morning then.

It's all over the place in use.

Do you think I should tell a sergeant?

What news?

I mean, he's in with Doctor Bramwell.

He says, oh, stank.

He lost a column of infantry.

A lady smith.

What do you mean?

Rost.

I'm going to the night and they haven't come back.

Thousands of them.

Just gone. Dead.

Nonsense.

One of the messenger boys from the army was in the pub.

He said that the barracks gone mad.

Nobody knows what's going on.

Silly rumours then.

Exactly.

Nonsense.

Africa belongs to us and will always belong to us.

No one can stand against us.

If you've ever heard of Majibba, you know that the border stood against us quite successfully from time to time.

Well, that's nice.

You can't help it. He's a foreigner himself, isn't he?

You take the scot side of the British army and you can kiss goodbye to the empire forever.

I'm going to tell the sergeant.

Hail and hearty, Mr Fox.

Fuse the layer, Fox.

Get yourself outside, lad.

Send the next morning. Quick march.

So you've already been to Africa once, sergeant.

Five years back, mum.

Me and Majibba, fighting the ball.

And are these dreadful as we're told?

Don't miss. I don't talk to them. I just shoot them.

Majibba, now I used to play chess with some of the prisoners.

Want to go all watch one night?

Yeah, he said it was so...

Majibba, quarried, speak of the devil.

Dr Bramwell, I'm sorry.

Sergeant Copper and Wilson's relieving you.

We wanted the recruitment board.

Thousands of men have been lost in Africa.

Well, that's right. It's, sir, a whole column of infantry.

Situation is confused.

It seems that a column hasn't returned to the garrison when expected.

Out here.

Not thousands.

They may have wandered off the road where it got lost.

Might have been delayed by a skirmish. Anything.

After you, Sergeant.

Right, sound boy. Quick march.

Right.

Will you be sent home?

Will you miss me?

I've been here marked to stay behind in a minutes of the recruiting.

I'll leave you to it then.

You have made the mummator.

Oh, yes. Sorry.

Many more of these damn-lid sessions we've been doing.

Well, as many as they ask me to do.

They've lost a whole column of men, Joe. How many is that?

Just a couple of pages.

Bunny more where they came from.

Other not?

Mr. Brockmark.

Thank you, Corporal.

Well, the maza, who? The mute.

He's only got money, so I need to his wester's.

Look, this is tiny pockets all along the bottom.

See here?

There we are.

Foreign. They're all foreign. Look at that, ma'am.

They're Netherlands. Where's that?

Holland.

Oh, my God. Oh, my dear.

Dutch.

He's a boa. A filthy boa.

He might look harmless just now, Doctor.

But I've seen him on the bioscope.

There was this at English loud, giving a drink to a dying boa.

And soon as it's done, the boa only goes and shoots him in the back.

That film was made on Hampstead Heathnuss' car.

Half of North London turned out to watch them making it.

It was Africa. It was the war straight from the front line.

And a cameraman was there, was he, on the heat of battle.

And he did nothing to warn our poor hero that he was about to be killed.

Does he seem a little unlikely?

Anyway, that man's Dutch not boa. Can you understand the difference?

There isn't one.

Oh, for God's sake, we're not at war with a Dutch.

Is she being deliberately up to?

The point is, surely, whoever he is and whoever we're at war with,

none of us would wish him any harm.

Would we?

No, no, certainly not. I don't want to hurt him.

Just a...

Dester OEM out on his ear. Well, he's staying put and we're looking after him.

And you won't see a single word about our patient to anyone outside this room.

Oh, I will personally knock you unconscious with my fig man, my namenta,

and then a spatio with a pistol and the best burr, fashon.

And you such a pacifist.

I better get back to my accounts.

No, little homelays about the expense of taking on foreigners.

No. No, we are entrusted with the deserving poor of this foreigner and to them.

No, I hope the poor man recovers.

For a moment there, filthy look of his not up and lost in her thoughts.

Eleanor, remember you have a fitting for your wedding dress tonight?

No, I won't forget. Much as I'd like to.

There's a terribly tedious marriage, me.

Terribly? Horribly? You've no idea how much I suffer for you.

What shall we do about Jan?

Look after him, what else can we do?

We'll touch have great sympathy with the poor.

We don't know why he was in London.

He could be the enemy.

We should tell someone.

Poor Eleanor, it's your father's daughter.

I understand why you feel as you do, but you're a doctor and not a soldier.

Maybe when we're married, you'll find your life a little simpler.

Sorry?

When you're no longer torn between your medical duties and your father's expectations.

When all I have to worry about will be your expectations.

When all I'll have to worry about is yours.

And now I've told you how I feel about this matter.

It really should be enough.

Here they are.

They are bright, poor boys.

Come on, Acho-mi, don't be too harsh.

Great night.

Poor ladies, yes.

I'm so blessed here.

I thought you'd vanished, we were going to dredge the tent.

I've been to the barracks.

Well, if you've joined up, I shall expect half your king's shimming.

I went to see Major Quarry.

I thought I had to.

It's all very well saying we treat anyone, rich or poor.

I'm not suggesting for one moment that we...

What have you done?

I don't suggest that we stop treating him, of course I don't.

But I can't bear the thought that we might be harboring a spy.

What have you done?

I've asked Major Quarry to question him.

He speaks German and a smattering of dutch.

I promised him that he would be safe with us.

He is.

I've explained that we must treat him, that he must stay.

But Joe, the country is at war.

Our young men are dying.

Why are you telling me?

Get on with it.

Do whatever it is you're going to do.

I'm not going to do anything.

Major Quarry's downstairs.

He's just going to question the man.

It's just a few questions, Joe.

I've been up part of it.

He is your patient.

Don't look at anyone else. Look at me.

What is your name?

No?

Death, dumb and stupid.

Now listen to me.

You bag of scum.

Verbister, the Ashlock.

What did you say to him?

I repeated my question in German.

The Kans Erschossen, Verdund, the Kleiner, Schaise.

Nema.

Zopfmann!

No, I'm Richard!

He's been on Kaufmann.

Not on Kaufmann.

Well, he's a merchant.

Only a merchant.

And he's definitely dark.

That's enough.

You get out of this ward right now.

Wait, Joe.

You can't use a fray on the weekend.

Can't you be a little...

What, nicer?

I know who he is.

I'm what he's doing in this port.

I'll be as sweet as sweet can be.

Vomit, handraised door.

Tukka!

Kathy, I'm tickling Tukka.

Schuss, Waffen.

No, no, no.

Kind of Schuss, Waffen.

What's he saying? What's Schuss, Waffen?

He says he doesn't deal in guns, but then he would, wouldn't he?

Get your britch-up bloody hands off my patient again out of this hospital.

Major, Quarry, you promised me that you would respect our wishes.

So I will.

Your colleague had not taken that moment to interrupt.

We might, by now, have all the information we need.

A small moment of pain and fear.

Soldiers' life is full of them.

Please, a better.

My cargo was on the Isambela set free on Sunday.

Isabella, to Cape Town.

What, Elizabeth?

And the cargo.

These doctors saved your life.

The least you can do is show them some honesty.

You owe us nothing.

Countries at war, Joe, it isn't as simple as you'd like it to be.

I didn't tell them.

I told him I had to.

Tell us the truth and nothing will happen to you.

Lie and you'll be shot.

feeds as your wife of les miejaces.

And our son pressing the back axis of broken comrades...

When we get down to thatнять,

my brother,

do the same thing to your daughter...

And mother dead,

our son moved up to the streets when he lived.

How do you wish to last?

...beginning the law by keeping...

...self righteous.

Oaf!

How can you better work with him?

What you did...

...he didn't expect it.

Neither did I.

Don't you be taken in by him.

It may not be a bore, but he's selling them the guns that are killing our men.

Guns that make ours look like pea shooters.

I had my way.

He'd be locked up and left there until the war was over.

You wanted me, Sergeant.

I didn't.

I wanted to give you this. You're linen.

Oh, there was no rush.

Tom, you get back in there and throw the boiler.

Well, I've done it.

Then go down the market and get the milk.

It's too early, isn't it?

I'll make you another tonight.

You're a very kind lady.

Sator Sound.

Other stills are true.

And was he in a public hanging sun?

I'm just sure he won.

He's a nice man, I'm glad he's not a villain.

He may not be the enemy, but the...

...dubchant-rape popular in this neighborhood.

You should get rid of him as soon as you can.

We always do. You can't afford to...

...keep your feet on someone unnecessarily.

Yes, Tom, what do you want?

Will you do me, Doctor? Do what to you?

I'm showing you fit.

I haven't taken your 15, of course I won't.

I'm 16 in 7 months.

Then come back in 7 months and a day.

I'm begging off, I'm fighting for a sake.

What was that for?

You just failed your entrance.

If you're too slow to dodge a fist and you're too slow to dodge a bullet,

is anyone intending to do any walk at all today?

Make a good sergeant major if he did button, no?

There's a firework shirt, the regiment, for him.

Major, there's something I should tell you.

I've entered into an understanding, an unofficial engagement.

Tom, Mary.

Have you?

Well, I'm not surprised.

I thought it best to clarify.

Of course, and I'm heartbroken.

Devastated.

Now you're mocking me.

Not at all.

I'm sure you're intended husband,

it's much more suitable than a poor,

simple soldier could ever be.

Well...

He's... he's very different.

And the day of his new farm, I would diversion that a few Catherine,

Wills and Raymond candles.

I'm... I'm engaged to...

I'm engaged to Dr. Marsham.

The Scottish Oaf?

Well, yes, and I'm just about to marry the Zarina of Russia.

You can't.

I miss...

Branwell, you really...

You really can't.

You don't know him.

No, I don't.

Of course.

And I apologize.

Unreservedly.

I'm sure he's quite horrible.

He is.

I've worked alongside him for several years,

and he's the hardest working...

the most honest gentleman.

Ah, well then.

Hidden depths.

What Lady could resist.

And I've already been invited by your colonel.

I accepted the invitation.

I should have got you there.

Sure, Dr. Marsham's far too hard working...

for her relatives like Pahwa.

You're quite wrong.

Dr. Marsham will, of course, escort me.

I wouldn't dream of going without him.

Goodbye.

Good evening, Bonnie.

It's lovely, miss.

That's beautiful.

I hope Dr. Marsham has a good, best man.

He'll need a firm hand at the tailors.

You don't want to be shamed by him at the altar.

I imagine very simple flowers.

Kid loves, of course.

I don't know how you feel about a parasol.

We brought you a choice of them.

Come here.

Here you are.

She can sue.

Very much so.

She's very quiet on you.

Take her cold there.

Get me aவre.

M in the coffin !

How long must we be silent for?

There's no need for you to be silenced, et al !

You know that whatever you say to me will be treated with respect

and with necessary confidentiality .

Unfortunately, I no longer have that assurance anymore.

So, I choose not to speak.

Oh, don't be so po face to Jo !

Douigakiak lani Mitarbeitera benak ateti AF與ql.

He дал a fadli haliq!

Am lyan polom d stepuz aut appart mai潔tolim lookin.

burad aiosig蛋i echkai niet haiat pa 홍rust.

Dr Martin Kopk Room.

Fatih imcaも t begged me tot.

Vas Diosquifa.

Ella impl crucei.

27 o когда tu planta luna?

Tik Toko.

Da la cumbres.

De Chunmans-GItranzi lui.

B short soup babies...

...they burn their villages.

Da flu爷d man estamos qui fueron regue arco.

Uудl turn them and kill them beet.

Da you dont want that unpleasant

Red Bird didn't whisper?

Me behan a got to Bummull 00

А aku savisok nér!

Ui, hja c**k keeng na oor minileymaking tul

Writte naилuore!

Ui, anima ...

He, this is what happens when war entrudes on medicine.

Yes, you were right and I was wrong.

Well, that makes a change.

Usually, it's the other way around.

I am so sorry.

You're not a tall poe faced.

I am.

I am, I am, I am the poorest faced man I know,

but I am trying hard not to be.

...I'm just a little jealous.

...You find conversations so easy, you and people at Major Quarry.

...I find it so difficult.

Joe, will you come to the fireworks display at the regiment tonight?

Oh.

...All the other hospitals are sending representatives and I don't want to go on my own.

I know you don't like that sort of occasion and I know you hate the milletry.

I don't hate it.

...Can't you have a womanly headache and send your apology?

Woman!

Damn it.

Alright.

Go on.

We better move you out in that ward before they set fire to as bandages.

...Fuck it!

The board don't reap African women and the value of the coffee or child is asleep.

You wouldn't kill them.

How do you know so much about the board people?

I'm in trouble to find out.

I have a different perspective to most.

A walking man, tonne doctor, Scott living in England, a Catholic coffee on store Protestant.

You're a very good man, Joe Marshall.

So you keep saying we better lock him in and take the key.

You'll get some sleep now.

Sleep.

My children thank you.

My wife.

I thank you.

We know.

...Fuck it!

You want to believe your bandage?

That's the fattest little target.

I'm in long grass and bushes and stars.

Well as long as Mr. Borson's step was here stupid.

I'm making a noise.

Tom Watkins.

Whatever you're doing, whatever you're wearing.

Look at me.

I can see you. Where'd you steal that uniform from?

I know. I'm a fuzzle here and I'm enjoying now.

Looks good, Danny.

He looks wonderful, but you're only 15.

No worries. I know, Trich Lotto.

Are you going to miss me?

Of course I'll miss you.

Wicked boy.

Of course I'll miss you.

Bad, bad, rascal.

Look at you. Turn around.

I'm a figure of a man, eh?

I've spooked something all down the front. I've missed.

Look at your chin.

Why aren't you going to lick your arm key and wipe your chin out?

There.

He ain't gonna be gone.

My darling, I'm just a good boy.

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bagshaw.

Dr. Marshall has missed her enough ground well.

Lady picked Simon's and Mrs. Simon's.

The bullshit, the grace, the fish of the fuzzle.

A gentle camel out of the tree.

See you now, Yed.

Hey, Riddin.

This guy's leaving for her.

God, she's gone.

Yes!

You have to bribe him to get him here.

No.

No, not at all.

You had to throw a tantrum and burst into tears.

I thought you'd never arrive.

I told you I would not require you as an escort.

I wasn't looking for you. I was looking for him.

Dr. Marshall.

Yes.

I want to learn the bagpipes.

Will you please go away?

I can show you the very best wanted point.

And I secreted a bottle of champagne.

And hadn't you better drink it before someone else was it?

Ah, when I hide I think it stays hidden.

I'm very mustard at undercover warfare.

One day, if you're a very good girl,

I'll show you how to steal up on a target unabserved.

Oh, I don't think you will.

This target saw your colours quite summertime ago.

My god.

Quick.

You'll be months before I send you Africa yourself, son.

Lucky if you see it this year it'll be

a solitary, solitary, solitary, solitary.

This stuff I didn't join up for bloody solitary.

I'll join up to kill the board.

Next year, son, when you got a beard, not bumflap.

You laterised an attachment you've run home crying

and heard a bloody car.

You wrecked, huh?

What if I told you I'd already seen a Dutchman

and he's right under your bloody nose?

Oh, the old woman down the market.

We've done her last week.

No, not women, right? A Dutchman.

I'm glad he's telling you.

They're hiding him.

I'll show you.

Well, here we go, boys.

Here we go.

Too many women marry because they're not able to face life alone.

My sisters are six ex-ompos.

Six sisters?

They all adore me.

But their lives are so narrow.

Well, stills is so generous.

You see, you have a real admirer.

I'll cheer you on.

Your champion.

How did I ever manage without you?

Lord knows.

When I saw you at the barracks,

I thought a beautiful woman of ministry, interesting.

Well, usually there are 50 bearded engineers,

and then I saw you at the street, and I thought,

fascinating.

And then you walked into that room for the soldiers

and as naked as the day of the report, and I thought,

superb.

What a woman.

Damn.

As you were, Major.

Madam.

It's all settled.

You'll address centers tomorrow and eatin' the day after.

Yes, sir.

Next year's officer's remember.

Lead everyone we can get if they go down the way they did last time round.

Well, I hope we've learned a few lessons this time, sir.

Wars like the sea guy, never the same.

That's why we love it, sir.

Not the only thing we love, I hope, Major.

Leave a little room for the ladies.

I try to, sir.

And for soldiers to leave the shores, madam.

But if it's true that we fight better when we're thinking

of the beautiful ones we leave at home,

it was already won.

Mm-hmm.

Dreadful old Rue.

In every corner of the empire, the fun lady of a certain age

claimed to be the one true love of his life.

I'm afraid it'll be cold, I got lost.

I'm just worried.

I didn't know you'd be here.

I just just minute arrived.

And I have to leave you just as promptly, ever, for you.

Let's grab on.

Just in time for the display.

We've got a path, a good view from here.

There's no need to walk across the dam.

Well, that's very thoughtful, but I'm not a china doll.

If that'd be straining across the matter with the British army, would you?

It's a law.

Anyway, I think it's only the onset then.

Everyone under 60, you mean?

Well, as an engaged couple, we hardly get young things anymore.

And when we're married, where shall we watch it for next year?

Satelly tucked up indoors with a dose of lordenum

to counteract the excitement.

I've never been to one of these occasions before.

I'm not used to such infamality.

I'm not sure they even made the...

It's an occasion, Joe. It's a fireworks display.

We're all just trying to enjoy the evening.

I'm just trying a bit harder than others.

Well, I'm sorry. But I don't belong with these people.

I'm not like you. I don't know where to stand or what to say or when to smile.

If you think you're so inadequate,

if you really do think you're so unseated or so unequal,

why don't you save us all the anguish and throw the towel in right now?

Don't you realise that every time you acknowledge how hopeless you are,

you underline that I must be absolutely desperate to even consider marrying you?

You still have that bottle of champagne.

The End

It's just Georgina who got it!

It's beautiful chill and so you.

Let's find you somewhere out in the cold.

I'm going to go to bed.

Only thing missing.

Well, sis.

She won't manage.

Excuse me, I just seen Dr. Ellen Abram.

I'm afraid I heard them, sorry.

I'm afraid I heard them.

You see, you can get a scene.

Come back tomorrow, shall we?

Not lastly, an ask for permission.

No, there's a window in the latch on the back.

I'll nip in and get the door open.

Mr. Ball, Mr. Ball.

Yes, come in.

We'll walk and we'll walk and we'll run again.

Hello again.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, my love girl Please, please, please Please, please please please, please, please please, please please Please please please please Please Please, please Why hurting her? Is it you holding her?

U go out now and I'll join you in a minute.

No, don't. I'll find Mrs. Bruce.

Please.

What's that dress doing there?

It's what the dressmaker said, Miss. Don't stuff it in the wardrobe and get it all creased.

Well, I don't want it standing there like a reproach.

Like a walmiss.

Put it in the guest room. Will you?

No, I'll do that.

And then will you help me?

No, I'll do that.

I'll put it in the wardrobe.

Why don't you put it in the wardrobe?

I'll put it in the wardrobe.

M'n gèstrum, will you?

Or the washroom or the scullery?

The scullery? It's your wedding dress.

The satin and lace doesn't have feelings.

Well, the boy and the laundry woman, if it gets splashed.

But it's in the attic.

The study, the understairs cupboard, please, just take it away.

Yes, miss.

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...i don't want you both wasting your time on it.

I'll perish the thought we should spare a moment on a dead patient.

Oliver.

I mean, I'll go to the police.

I'll go to the station and make a statement.

There's no need for you to...

...I'm just trying to take some of the weight of my doctors.

Are they the same?

I'm not sure.

Ah, the good nurse, Car.

You'd be glad to know there's no longer any dilemma of conscience for you working here, nurse.

A Dutchman is no longer a problem.

About time, he should have gone days ago.

He's dead.

Beaten to death last night, upstairs.

Where he should have been safe.

We're about to lay him out, so that's one more service you won't have to give him.

Well, I'm very sorry, but I don't know why you're so angry with me.

It wasn't me, killed him.

Every other fool has waved flags and cheered the troops and repeated stupid myths and lies.

Together you've all murdered an innocent man.

A Dutchman, Doctor.

An armed stealer.

That's enough, Nurse Car. Please go about your work.

But he's accusing me of all sorts.

I'm sure the patients will be glad to see you.

And you were off yesterday afternoon.

I waited for you until midnight.

I've been there still for Mrs. Bruce that she saw you leave.

I'm sorry.

Is this to be my life from now on forever in the wrong, forever apologizing?

I don't want apologies.

I don't want...

I don't know what to do anymore, Alan.

Neither do I, too.

I'll see you again.

No, I'd rather do it on my own.

Is Paul Wife?

We don't know where she is, do we?

We know he's shipping company.

All right to them.

May I?

I'd like to.

Yes, of course.

My mother's family are Dutch.

My grandparents. They died when I was very young.

But I still have family over there.

Not that I know them.

I can say only two things in Dutch.

Welcome to my house.

And God bless you.

I didn't say either of them.

I'm sorry.

I always shove the poor soul into a pulpous breath.

Proud of all that we've done for the stranger in our midst.

Leave it.

I'll get it.

Go and get your car.

And if you see young Tom and your travels, tell him to get up here and give you a hand.

I'll get it back to you.

She'll need it.

I'll get it back to you.

Doctor?

Tom, you're out.

Your mother can't get you up in time.

And I suggest you to step in the store.

What have you done, boy?

I can't work today, Doctor.

I wish I could.

Oh, you silly child.

You're underage. We can get you out.

They kill me, be mates.

I ain't a coward.

It's nothing to do with cowardice.

You don't understand.

I've got to stop in now.

Right. That does it.

Here, that's mine.

Mr. Marshall.

You may. You'll sleep.

Where?

Hello, Tom. You look very grown up.

Have you come to say goodbye?

What was the name of the doctor who signed you fit?

I don't know, Miss.

We never even saw him. We never even went in the hospital.

The sergeant just took the list in and said that was it.

We was done.

Which sergeant? The one who came here?

He's our boss, Miss.

I can get you out of this.

He doesn't want out. He's afraid of his new friends.

And your mother?

She's just as proud as a bunch, Miss.

I'll ask Nurse Carter to get you some breakfast.

I've got to go.

Sorry, Doctor. I'm really, I'm really sorry.

After yourself, Tom.

You come back and show us how well you've done when you get your first leave.

Doctor, I couldn't.

What?

It's all right.

Do we just let him go?

Well, letting thousands of them go, he's no different.

The army will probably be the making of him.

And up, sir.

I'll think you'll do it.

That's right, let's move to the space to move.

Inside?

Move to the space to move.

That's life you're gonna have.

Yeah, I'm here.

Move to the space to move.

I'm ready, Sergeant.

Let's see who we have today.

Hurry, we march.

Good morning, your name.

Frederick Mills, Miss.

Oh, yes, sir, it is.

Underage.

No, aye.

You're underage.

Off you go.

Next, Sergeant.

All right.

Nine synopsis is done, Miss.

No, and you make unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Open.

It's not a tooth in his head.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Corbrou, get yourself inside here. Take over.

You're one of the Riley boys, aren't you?

Unfit.

Next.

All right.

Unfit.

There we are, Corbrou.

You'd better take your flag and bits and pieces with you.

As you are, Corbrou.

Doctor Bramwell, good morning.

How are you?

It's all in order, Sergeant.

Every name recorded.

There you go, sir.

Not a single mother, son, fit to serve her majesty.

What a nuisance.

Oh, well.

You'll just have to take them all down to the East London hospital, as usual.

Where 15-year-old boys age miraculously at the stroke of a doctor's pen.

I'm sorry. I understand why you're angry.

Everything I've done here has been a waste of time, hasn't it?

You didn't want these men examined.

You wanted their names ticked.

Not at all.

But a recruiting officer has set discretionary...

How many men do you have at the barracks at the moment?

Three hundred odd? Why?

And how many of them were free to go out in the evening last night?

Lord knows. Any that went on guard, do you, I suppose? Why?

My Dutch patient has been murdered.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

By soldiers.

And I want them found and punished.

Good God. The city has full of soldiers.

Four retirements that I know of.

I want them punished.

All of them?

Are you laughing? Is it funny?

A helpless man battered to death deliberately, cold bloodedly.

For God's sake, it's a war.

There's no cold blood left in London.

It's all been heated up boiling point by good people like you.

Cheering, waving, rousing them on.

You torment a dog until it goes mad. You must expect it to bite.

Son, take that ledger back to the barracks.

Sergeant, leave it where it is.

That ledger is military property.

The

...aiglea in the park of an afternoon.

Yes, I do.

Which one?

Erm... anyone? Queen's park?

I'll meet you there then, shall I?

I don't know. Which afternoon were you meaning?

Today? 4 o'clock.

The ointree.

4 o'clock.

...aiglea in the park.

What's up, baby?

I don't like that.

Here we are.

You're probably been catching the big army from here to the bank of Lovato.

I engaged and respected doctors.

I doubt that very much.

Well, the hell would a woman get that kind of training?

What are you thinking of? Her ankles or her big brown eyes?

Madam, I've spent enough time on you. Your service is no longer required.

There's a boy in your regiment. Tom Watkins.

You may go, Miss Bremwell.

He's underage. I want your word that he'll be discharged home.

I'll give you more than my word. I'll have you removed from this barracks' forthwith.

You've no right to enlist a boy of 15.

Hold your tongue.

Hold your tongue and mind your own business.

Colonel, there's a killer in your regiment. Probably more than one.

Well, I bloody well hope so. I hope we have hundreds of them.

A murderer.

A group of soldiers was seen running away from a defenseless man beaten to death.

Madam, you have a choice.

Either you leave now or I have you thrown out.

Colonel, regardless of your opinion, I am a doctor.

You have military discipline and I have ethics.

And no matter how you rant and rave and bully, I will have my say.

My patient had no one in the world to look after him but me and my colleagues.

We failed him. The least I can do now see that his murder as a brought to justice,

with or without your help.

Madam, I don't know what sort of family you come from,

but a lady does not comport herself as you do.

A lady does not lower herself intimately to examine the crude soldiery,

nor should she even acknowledge them in the street as she rides past.

A lady has no place renting and raving and laying down the law.

Nor does she flounce into my barracks to be ogled by every corporal and private.

And a lady, Madam, wears a hat.

As for our recruiting practices, whom we enlist and how we treat them as entirely our business,

if we have to send men to their deaths, we will do so in whatever way we think best serves our purposes.

And for most of them, death is a downside kinder and cleaner than the wretched lives they live outside the army,

for all your pious interventions.

Now gather up your pitty goats, give your mouth shut, Madam, and get out of my sight.

I'm so sorry he spoke to you like that. There was nothing I could say.

Mr. Marshall understood that speechless he would have spoken up.

Mr. Marshall has got nothing to lose, but a shabby suit and a meager wage.

Whereas you have a bright red tunic and a shiny toy sword.

I wish I'd listened to him and I wish I'd never met you.

Ah, there it is. The night was dark. You were tired. The champagne went your head and I took advantage.

No, no, no, no, no, no, Major. I don't play those games.

I'm not crippled by guilt or regrets. Last night was my decision. I said to you, and I've no regrets about it.

I wish I'd never met you for Tom's sake.

My infirmary was turned upside down for you so that young boys could be sent to their deaths.

No, your recruits don't go to Africa.

Your tumble-dose training, put on a bit of weight and then be posted to maybe India or the Sudan.

The Sudan? Well that's much better.

A Sudanese spear through the chest is so much more acceptable than a burb bullet.

Now that I know you and I do know you, I cannot imagine anyone anywhere ever loving you.

The Sudanese one thunderstorm over than another begins.

I feel grubby and bad tempered and a little tired of everything.

Quick, bath and a change of dress before I return to the fray.

Bath's running miss. Thank you, Ronnie.

I was going to move it, Miss. I wasn't going to leave it here.

Don't worry, Ronnie. Just leave it. Please.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

All right.

One, two, three, four.

I have a young lady waiting for me and I'm sure the major query

has a whole baby of beauty's weight everywhere.

A man who was dragged from his bed and beaten to a pulp.

If you don't step forward now, and we subsequently find out that one of you was involved...

...another hour, son. Move on to the next platoon.

A, Nurse. I'm afraid that we won't be doing any more work with the army.

But the sergeant said he'd be here nearly all next week.

Yes, well the plan's changed.

Oh, for goodness sake. An innocent man is dead and Tom, who couldn't be sent to the market without someone to keep an eye on him, has gone to war.

To war!

I know that, Doctor.

And if I encourage him while I couldn't be prouder, I'll see you tomorrow then.

It's pointless, Doctor Brownwell. The woman's blinke'd.

I wish I'd listen to you.

Otherwise, this man I know.

I wonder if you would do something for me, Eleanor. Stop calling me good and wise. Stop telling me that I'm your rock.

Don't tell me how sensible and right I am.

I'm sorry.

Every time you do so, I think of the gentleman you would find other words for. Gentlemen like...

I'm French!

Everybody else? Don't follow your father!

Is that your father's murderous? Yes.

I'd better wait here for you. Okay, you should come across the Colonel.

I don't need protecting.

But he might.

This isn't a social court.

Shall we try to remember why we're here?

It's your life.

Come on! Come on!

I need you to help me come to a decision about this.

What is that to decide? If they guilty, they must be punished.

It's not quite as easy as that. Military law is a strict master.

Maybe we could consider some alternative.

I see no alternatives.

Very well, no sure.

Sergeant!

He's going to get me!

What?

This is an informal interview, Macon.

Did you attack a patient of thrift on Wednesday night?

No, sir. I was in the swamp with my mates.

And they'll back you up on this.

We were all here, give us a shot.

No reason why I shouldn't.

You can go now.

But you barely asked to menethy.

There were two others who were exactly the same as you just heard now.

According to them, they couldn't have killed your duchess.

They weren't even calling them.

Then you were wasting my time.

Why did you send for me?

Because I have a confession.

Helmboe, on you go.

Take my arch.

Head up straight.

Oh no.

No.

I'm sorry, doctor.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

I didn't mean it.

According to him, he was only one in a group of four.

And all he did was take the others to the victim.

According to others, backed up by their crannies,

they had nothing to do with it.

And so he must have been alone.

You could see how confident they were.

But he wouldn't hurt anyone.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

They put the book in.

I could hear them.

I didn't know what to do.

Oh, God.

This is the only couple that we can bring to justice.

However much he weeps and shakes, he won't melt any military heart

with the death sentence.

Oh, God!

How could you do this to a child?

How could you do this to me?

Is my daughter in this child?

Yes, it's mine.

It's mine.

Have you the correct time?

It's four o'clock.

Come on, man.

Think your face up.

You'll have your boot scratched the boot.

Come on, come on.

It's mine.

It's poor mother.

The sergeant will he be kind.

He's the soft heart itself.

It'll be quite safe.

Drink your tea.

What do we do now?

Depends upon the action that you'll be pursuing.

How can I take any action at all?

I can't bear your lack of compassion.

You insisted on justice.

You jumped into a world.

Didn't understand because it was exciting, colourful.

Everything the rest of your life isn't.

Well, here we are.

Lama.

Adventure.

War.

Now you don't like it.

I understand your world very well.

I grew up in the company of soldiers.

But the ones I knew didn't take pleasure in cruelty.

I am ashamed of what our men did to your Dutchman.

And what they're trying to do to Tom.

You take no further action.

You will be quietly transferred from this regiment.

Considering the experiences had at your infirmary,

we thought we'd send him as an ambulance attendant.

Why don't you just discharge him?

He accused East End Thugs of murder.

If he goes home, he'll last five minutes.

Transfer as the best we can offer.

Yes?

Yes.

You friends again?

I must get back to work.

God, you have listened to me because you know I'm right.

You can't marry Martian.

And I have to send a message to Tom's mother.

God, forget the man's character.

I have nothing against it.

Then I pity the poor man for whom you do bear a grudge.

To marriage, I don't know.

A lifetime.

Not just in the woods.

Not just professionally.

Not just on every social occasion, but every night.

Behind closed doors.

In your room.

In your bed.

Goodbye, Major Corey.

I can't bear to think of it.

To how I helped you.

I'm sorry.

Ethelka.

Sochron, ladies?

Nelson.

Nelson, ladies.

You should have been a sailor then.

Can't abide this evening.

I'll kiss you.

Per Tom.

You look like a 12-year-old.

Like a frightened child.

And that little Christian of form?

Yes.

I can't bear to see you so unhappy.

Well, but none of us full of joy and laughter.

First the war then, Jan.

Now this?

Those things.

Well, they make you sad and angry.

But that's how it should be.

It's me that makes you unhappy.

Last night I tried to imagine us together in ten years' time.

You and me were the fireside.

A child or two.

And I couldn't.

We've worked together for so long.

We have an ease and an honesty with each other,

and I've mistaken that for...

...for love.

That's my fault. I'm not good at these things.

No. Joe.

You're very good at these things.

If you were to tell me that you wish to be released from our engagement.

Thank you.

You better go home.

I'll do the war right.

I'll do it.

She was the best little wife of mine could wish for.

We were just children.

Playing at a house.

She was nothing to look at.

I know like you.

But I doubted her.

She couldn't cook like you.

She didn't have your mind.

We were just children.

Don't make little of her.

I'd like to have a great deal, I'm sure.

But I've been the greatest of friends.

The second Mrs. Reed, you don't need to fear from the memory of the first.

Mrs. Reed, that is...

If you were to be the second Mrs. Reed,

I hope you would be the second Mrs. Reed.

I'm trying to say it will come as a shock to you.

It might have half an hour ago.

Just ask me now.

If you're ready.

Will you marry me, Ethel?

You might be the most handsome misman in the world.

And I might be the best cook on bottle washing you've ever met.

But something else is needed.

I earn good money.

I'll do it.

I'll be back.

Ethel, I am so fond of you.

I can only get a wink of sleep at night without thinking about you.

Fund, where I need to go overboard.

I'm out of practice with courtship.

You should take a few hints from your major quarry.

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Thank you.

I knew there was a reason for living.

Good night, Mrs. Briss.

Good night, Dr. Marshall.

I'm not going to marry, Mr. Marshall.