All language subtitles for Vidor_King_The_Citadel_1938

Are you the new assistant
for Dr. page?

That's right.
I'm Dr. manson.

I am old Thomas
that drives the pony trap,

and I got
the pony trap here,
unless you'd rather swim.

Oh.

Gee up, Jeffy boy.
Gee up.

You just got
your parchment?

Yes.

Mostly they don't stop.

Oh? Why?

Work's too hard,
for one thing.

For another?

You'll find out.

Well, well.
This must be Dr. manson.

Come in, my dear.
Come in.

I'm doctor's wife,
Mrs. page.

Take your coat off.
There's a love.

Or you'll catch
a cold,

and your first case
will be your own
self, isn't it?

Yes.

Now, come along
before you're
a minute older

and meet the doctor.

Here he is, love.
Our new one, I mean.

He's a new broom,
and he'll sweep clean.

Come along, my dear.
Say how-do to doctor.

How do you do, sir?

Glad to see you,
Dr. manson.

I hope you'll find
the practice won't
be too much for you.

You're very young

I know this is
the first job I've had
and all that,

but I'm not afraid
of work.

There now,
David.

Didn't I
tell you
we'd be lucky

with
our next one?

I hope you'll stay.

My goodness
gracious! What
a thing to say.

It's only
because

he's a morsel
down today,

but he'll soon
be up and about
again.

Won't you, ducky?

There now, my dear.

I'll bring your supper
up for you

as soon as
I finish mine.

Come along, then,
Dr. manson.

Mrs. page: For what
we are about to receive,

make us truly thankful.

I've got to
watch my diet, doctor.
A bit anemic, you know.

I've got to have red meat
and a drop of stout

regular for the blood.

You'll do famous here,
my dear.

You just remember you're
working for Dr. page.

Don't listen to nothing
nobody tells you,

do your work proper,

can't expect
no fancy cooking
here, you know.

Good, plain food
never hurt nobody.

Oh, I forgot. There's
a call from number 7
glydar place.

Oh? Is it urgent?

I don't know, for sure.

Come in about 5:00,
I think.

I'll get along.

Oh, no hurry now.

But there, I forgot.

This will be
your first case
on your own,

and you're anxious
to get started.

[Speaks welsh]

Hmm? Oh.

[Dog barking]

Good evening.
I'm Dr. page's
assistant.

What, another?

[Door closes]

[Clock ticking]

I'm the doctor.

[Whispers]
Thank you.

Well,
what's the trouble?

I feel bad,
doctor,

awful bad.

My head aches
like there was
a hammer in it.

Could I have
some water, please?

Under the tongue,
please.

Doctor,
is she bad,
then?

Oh, no. She...

Her temperature
is a bit high, but...

Did she have a chill?

That's right.
3 or 4 days
back.

Shivering
terrible,
she was.

We'll soon
have her right.

Come round to Dr. page's
in an hour's time,

and I'll give you
a bottle of medicine.

Thank you,
doctor.

Thought I'd look in
and welcome you.

I'm Denny,
assistant to the revered
Dr. Michaels, l.S.A.

That, in case
you don't know it,

is the licentiate
of the society
of apothecaries,

the highest qualification
known to God and man.

How do you do?

Sit down, Hawkins.

Splendid! You've begun
the good work already.

"One tablespoonful
as required."

Reassuring to meet
the dear old mumbo-jumbery,

but, doctor,
why not 3 times a day?

Don't you realize, doctor,
that in strict orthodoxy,

the tablespoonful should
pass down the esophagus
thrice daily?

Sweet spirits of niter!
Wonderful!

Won't hurt them.
Won't help them.

Makes them feel
they're being treated.

What do they say
in the little red book?

"When in doubt,
give spirit of niter."

Science apart, doctor,

why have you come here?

My idea was
to turn blaenelly
into a health resort,

a sort of spa, you know.

Witty, witty,
my dear doctor.

Unfortunately,
I can't recommend
the water here

as being ideally
suited to a spa.

As for
the medical gentlemen
in this valley,

they are the ragtag
and bobtail

of a great, a truly
glorious profession.

Including yourself, eh?

Precisely.

Look here, manson,

I realize you're
just passing through
on your way to London,

but in the meantime,
there are one or two things

about this place
you ought to know.

There's no hospital,
no X-ray, no ambulance,
no anything.

If you want to operate,
you use the kitchen table.

Page, your boss,
was a good old doctor
3 years ago.

He'll never do
a hand's turn again.

Michaels, my owner,

is a tight little
money-chasing midwife.

As for myself,
well, I might as well
anticipate the gay tidings.

I drink like a fish.

I think
that's about all.

Come on, Hawkins.
We'll go.

By the way,

some of those cases
in glydar place
aren't exactly typical.

If I were you,
I'd look out
for the typhoid.

[Door closes]

[Whispers]
Typhoid. Of course.

[Knock on door]

Yes?

Hello.

Killed anybody yet?

I've come
to ask your advice.

You were right.
It is typhoid
and epidemic.

I ought to be shot
for not having
recognized it.

I rang the district
medical officer twice,

but I can't get hold
of him.

Dr. gribley's
gone to swansea

on important
business, eh?

How did you know?

I've had some.

Swansea
has a thundering
fine course,

and his handicap
is 5.

But do you really
think gribley answered
the telephone himself?

I wouldn't have
a word said against
dear old grib,

except that he's
a lazy, evasive,
incompetent swine.

Have a drink.

Well, I...

No. I thought
you wouldn't.

What am I to do?

Stop looking as if
you'd swallowed

one of your own
prescriptions.

Would you care
to have a look
at that?

Hmm?

The latest slice!
Must have cost a fortune.

Had to give up
drinking 6 months
to pay for it.

No. Look at
the slide, I mean.

Very clumsily done,
of course.

Practically botched,
in fact.

But you have to be
a Jack-of-all-trades

under this blinking system.

There's no mistaking
what's there, though.

Dr. manson:
I should say not.

Have you got cases,
too?

4 in the same area.

Those bugs
come from the Wells
in glydar place.

The main sewer
is to blame.

It leaks like the devil

does gribley
know that?

Afraid to ask the council
for a new sewer

in case they should
stop his blinking wages
to help pay for it.

Then we must write
to the ministry
of health.

The life of men is but
3 score years and 10.

No. I've thought
it all out.

There's only one way
to make them build
a new sewer.

How?

Blow up the old one.

But...

You're mad. They'd
stop us practicing.

They'd have us
struck off
the register.

You needn't
come in with me
if you don't want to.

But you can't do
a crazy thing
like that.

Why, they'd
land us in jail.

There must be
some other way.
It's un...

I know. It's unethical.

I'm afraid that won't
keep me awake at night.

One thing I do know...
From now on,

all the water
in glydar place
is going to be boiled.

Couldn't you arrange
to have gribley in it?

[Knock on door]

Yes?

[Door opens]

Well,
Mrs. howells,

and how are
Joey's measles
today?

The spots are out
something awful, doctor.

Oh, dear.

You're keeping him
nice and warm?

Oh, yes, indeed,
doctor.

That's right.

Under the tongue, Joey.
That's the way.

You've certainly got
plenty to do.

It seems a pity
you have to keep

little idris
home from school, as well.

Miss Barlow
said I needn't.

I beg your pardon?

Miss Barlow
said I needn't.

And who might
miss Barlow be?

The schoolteacher.

She came round
to see me
this morning,

and seeing
I was so hard-put,

she said
little idris

could stop on
in her class.

She did, did she?

Yes, indeed.

Did she, really?

I'm afraid that won't do.
That won't do at all.

I hope I didn't
do wrong, doctor.

I must look into this.

You're boiling
every drop of
drinking water?

Yes, doctor. Kettle
is never off the steam.

Terrible foggy
in here sometimes.

That's
as it should be.
That's good.

[Door closes]

Are you miss Barlow?

Why, yes.
Yes, I am.

And you're
Dr. page's
new assistant.

You have a contact here...
Idris howells.

You know his brother
has measles?

Yes. Yes, I know.

You know?
But don't you realize

it's quite
against the rules
to keep him here?

But Mrs. howells was
at her wits' end,

and if idris
had stopped off,

he'd have missed
his milk,

which is doing him
such a lot of good.

But it's not
a question of milk.

He must be isolated
at once.

Well, I have him
isolated

in a kind of a way.

That may be your idea
of isolation.

I'm afraid
it isn't mine.

Has it occurred
to you

that I am mistress
of this class?

You may be able to
order people about

in more exalted
spheres,

but here it's
my word that counts.

You're breaking the law.

If you keep
that child here,
I'll have to report you.

Then you'd better
report me

or have me arrested.

No doubt that would
give you immense
satisfaction.

But I...

There's nothing
more, is there?

Oh, stand up,
children,

and say,
"good morning,
Dr. manson.

Thank you
for coming."

Children: Good morning,
Dr. manson.

Thank you for coming.

That was very nice,
children.

[Doorbell rings]

Hmm?

It's the missis.

Oh? Right.

It's sooner
than I expected, Joe.

I know, doctor.
Is that a bad sign?

No. Not necessarily, Joe.
Don't you fret yourself.

I know, doctor,
but this means a lot
to us, you know.

It's a long time
married we are now,

and it's
the first baby,

and it won't be easy
for her, will it?

She'll be all right.
Come along.

You will do
your best
for her,

won't you,
doctor?

If anything
should happen
to her, I...

Boy or girl?

It was a boy.

You must
go to sleep.

She wanted
a boy.

Where is
the child?

Get me basins quick.

Get me two basins quick!

Hot water and cold water
quick!

[Water pours]

The child is dead.

It is God's will.

Let it alone.

[Baby crying]

You've got a son, Joe

and the missis?

They're both all right.

Thank God.

I'm a doctor.

[People singing slowly
in welsh]

[Loud knocking on door]

Come in! Come in
or clear out!

Stop that
infernal row! Well?

Do you still want
to blow up that sewer?

I expected
you around
long before this.

Have a spot.
You may need it.

Don't mind if I do.

Where does this stuff
come from,

this dynamite
or whatever it is?

Mix 6 parts nitro
with 2 of glycerin.

Mm-hmm.

Success.

Success.

Now, where do we get it?

It's here already,

shaken up with
my own bare hands.

Here.

Fuses.

Uh-huh.

Not too close!

[Slurred]
Another drink,

I'm not sure
I won't blow up
the town hall.

[Slurred]
Good. I was always
fond of fireworks.

Will it make
a very loud bang?

Like thunder,
old boy.

Good.

Shh.

[Glass smashes]

[Whining]

Whew! Whew!

Come into the garden
more.

Take a look
at the cracks
in that wall.

Take a last look.

[Hawkins barking]

Shut up, you fool! Do you
want to end up in jail?

[Sniffing]

[Barking]

Hawkins! Hawkins!

[Explosions]

3...

5...

6! That's the lot.

Farewell to one bit
of rottenness.

[People all talking
at once]

[Whistling]

Morning, everybody.

Who's first?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Just take one look
at Lizzie Jane's
bandage, doctor.

I got our Jack home
in two ticks.

Lizzie Jane,
how are you today?

All right.
Thank you, doctor.

Does it hurt, Lizzie?

Not too much today,
doctor.

That'll be quite
all right till Monday.
Then we'll have a new one.

Thank you,
doctor.
Come, Lizzie.

Good day,
Mrs. Perry.

Good day, doctor.

Bye, doctor.

Good-bye, Lizzie.

Well, who's next?

I, uh,
I believe I am.

It's my throat.
It started yesterday
morning. I...

Inside, please.

No, no, no.
In there.

Sit down, please.

No, no. By the light.

Open your mouth. Wide.

Mm-hmm. Say "ahh."

Ahh.

Again.

Ahh.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

It's funny. This
is the second sore
throat I've had.

Last year,
I only had...

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Oh, would you...

Oh, yes.

Cough, please.

[Cough]

Again.

[Cough]

Once more, please.

[Cough]

Mmm.

Uh...

Nothing serious.

A little gargle
won't be any harm.

I'm glad of that.

Why do doctors

always write
prescriptions
in Latin?

So the patient won't
know what he's getting.

I didn't know that.

It's all part
of the good old system,
you know.

The patient
wants his medicine,
and he gets it,

even if it is only
burnt sugar,

soda bicarb,
and good old aqua.

Thank you.

I... i heard
what you did with
the Morgan baby.

Oh. When I first
arrived here,

I thought the practice
of medicine was bound
by ethics and textbooks.

I've learnt differently...

Thanks to you.

And to Philip Denny.

Do you know
Philip Denny?

Oh, yes.

Everyone's delighted
about the new sewer.

Yes, yes. I know
Denny. We often
go bicycle rides.

Oh?

Have you
a bicycle?

Have I got... yes,
I've got a bicycle.
Mm-hmm.

Oh. Well, yes.
Thank you.
Well, good-bye.

Good-bye. Oh... i want
to apologize about
that day in school.

I was rude to you.
You were quite right...
about the milk, I mean.

The kids do need it.
I'm awfully sorry.

Oh, that's
all right.

I'm afraid I was
a bit officious
myself.

Oh, no.

Not very helpful.
I'm awfully sorry.

That's quite
all right.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Oh...

How... Is school?

Well, rather quiet,
I'm afraid.

Oh?

Measles.

Mrs. page, shouting:
Dr. manson? I want you.

Doctor!

Yes, Mrs. page?

Are you deaf?

No, I'm not,
but if I were,

what is it, indeed?
I like that!
You asking me.

It's me that wants
to ask you something,
my fine Dr. manson.

What then?

It's this. Yes, my smart
young gentleman.

Perhaps you'll
be good enough

to explain this.

Where did you
get that?

From Mr. Reese,
the bank manager,

who knows how to protect
his clients' interests.

And you'd better
tell us double-quick

how you come
to bank that money
for yourself

when it's Dr. page's money,
and you know it is!

While you're getting
your breath back,

I'd just like
to point out that
Dr. page got his fee,

and this money
is a present to me
from Joe Morgan.

Very like.
Very like, indeed.

What for, a present?

For saving
his child.

Ohh, yes.
We heard about that,
if you please.

The baby was dead,
dead as a doornail,

and Dr. manson come along
clever as paint,
smacked the baby
on his back,

and the baby say,
"how do, Dr. manson?
Here is £5.00 for you."

A lot of dirty lies.
Dirty lies!

And you give that cash
back to Dr. page,
you dirty thief!

Have you finished?

I have.

Then I'd just like
to point out to you

that unless you apologize
for what you've just said,

I'll take steps
to sue you!

Sue? Police,
you mean?

Yes.

What for?

Defamation
of character.

Ohh...

I'll give that bank
manager of yours the worst
hiding he's ever had.

What do I do?

Say you're sorry.

I am... Sorry.

And now I'm
going to let off steam,
just for the change.

Out of the work
I do for you,
my dear madam,

you get £1,500 a year.

Out of this, you pay me
a miserable 250

and have a good shot
at starving me
into the bargain.

Yesterday, Joe Morgan
and some of his friends

told me they could
put a stop to this

by putting my name
on the company's list

and turning me into
a real, live doctor,

but on ethical grounds
which you couldn't
possibly understand,

I refused.

Anyway, I'm so
blankedy sick of you,
Mrs. page,

that I couldn't
stay on another week

because you're a mean,
guzzling, mercenary...

In fact, you're
a pathological case,
and I give you
one week's notice.

Notice? The cheek.
The dirty cheek!

Nobody ever
gave me notice
in his life.

You give me notice?
I'll smack your face, you!

The impudence.
I give you notice!

Ha!

And I said it first!

You are sacked!
Sacked!

Sacked!

Dr. manson?

Like a lamb
to the slaughter,
eh, doctor?

[Gavel bangs]

Good day,
Dr. manson.

My name's Owen, and
I'm the secretary
of the society.

I'll just explain
the position to you
very briefly
to save time.

Will you have
a cigarette?

No, thank you.

Go on. Might
make you
feel better.

Here in aberalaw,
we have a scheme
by which all
the miners

pay over
a certain percentage
of their wages

every week
to the society.

I see.

And out of this
money, we undertake
to provide

the necessary
medical facilities,

which are under
the charge of our
head physician
and surgeon here,

Dr. llewellyn.

I have 4 doctors
under me...

It's one
of those we're
replacing today.

And under our scheme,
you get paid
so much ahead

for every miner's card
on your files...

And every miner
picks his own doctor
that he give his card to,

and if he don't
like the doctor, he can
take his card away.

Oh.

All of which,
you will agree,
is very fair,

even though it
sounds a little
aggressive.

Any questions?

Why did you leave
blaenelly?

I was dissatisfied...

Dissatisfied, was it?
There isn't many soft jobs
around here, you know.

It wasn't a case
of wanting a soft job
or even the wages.

It was the working
conditions.

In what way,
precisely?

The whole place
is outlandish and
completely out of date.

I don't know
if you know it,
Mr. Owen, but...

No, but I've heard talk
of a Mrs. doctor page,

and I know
what you mean.

I don't want to say anything
against Dr. page... please
don't misunderstand me...

But my hands were
completely tied.

This is exactly
the sort of job that
I've been looking for.

Why?

Because I am
particularly interested
in mine conditions.

I've several ideas about them
which I'd like to discuss
with you in detail,
if I had the chance...

Several ideas which
I'm extremely anxious
to work on.

It's already obvious to me
that you've got everything
here a doctor needs.

Yes, but what we
want to know is, has a doctor
everything we need?

Man:
Yes. Tell us.

Do you speak welsh,
Dr. manson?

No, I'm afraid not.
I was brought up
on the Gaelic.

Man: A lot of good
that would be here.

I always found it
extremely useful
for swearing at my patients.

[Laughter]

We are very struck
by two testimonials
here.

One is from
a Dr. Denny,
who has the m.S.,

which is a very
high degree,

and the other,
enclosed with it,
is signed by Dr. page,

and both these
refer to your good self
in very genuine terms.

There's just
one other possible
difficulty,
Dr. manson...

Might we ask
if you're
a married man?

No, Mr. Owen,
I'm not.

Because, you see,
the miners prefer
a married man.

Oh.

Dr. llewellyn:
When it comes
to attending
their families,

you understand.
Mmm. Too bad.

Owen: There's a
house that goes with
the position, too.

It's a pretty
good-sized house.

It's too big
for a bachelor.

Yes, it is too bad.

As a matter of fact,
gentlemen, I... i... Am
engaged to be married.

Oh, you are? Well,
splendid. Then I
congratulate you.

Hear, hear.
That's fine.

Oh? When is
the happy event?

Oh, very soon.
I was just waiting for
a suitable appointment

before we
definitely decided.

When could you
take up your duties?

The beginning
of next week.

In that case,
gentlemen,

I take it that
we are agreed

that Dr. manson
is unanimously
elected?

Aye! Aye!

I'm sure
the committee wish
you and Mrs. manson
that is to be

a great success
with your new life.

Thank you
very much.

Congratulations,
my boy.

Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, hello!

I was just
looking for you.

Were you?

Yes. I've just come
from aberalaw.

Have you?

I've landed
a wonderful
new job.

£500 a year.

And they've
got a hospital.
They've got x-rays.

They've even got
a fluoroscope.

How marvelous...
whatever a fluoroscope
may be.

When do you start?

Oh, I don't know.
You see...

Yes?

I haven't quite
got it.

But you just said
you had.

I know. There's
just one drawback.

What is that?

A question
of a... House.

House?

Yes.

They... they want
a married man.

Oh.

Yes. They don't want
a bachelor.

Oh, I see.

So... That
lets me out.

Yes, I see.

Well, I suppose
something else
will turn up.

I expect so.

I expect so.

Well, this is
where I live.

Oh. Looks
a nice place.

Oh, thank you.

Do you like teaching?

Oh, yes.
Yes, I love it.

Oh.

Don't you find it
a bit, uh, monotonous?

Not a bit.
The longer
you're at it,

the more interesting
it gets.

Oh.

I'm sorry
about the job.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Well, good-bye.

I say...

You wouldn't marry me,
would you?

Ha ha ha!

What's the joke?

You are.

Is it me
you want to marry,
or the job?

Both. I'd have
the things I've wanted
all my life...

The chance to work
and the right person
with me.

But how do you know
I'm the right person?

I'm willing
to take the risk.
Will you? Please?

You'd better
go and tell them

you're
fully qualified
for the job.

I've told them
that already.

You've told them
that already?
Ha ha ha!

You'd better
come inside.

Oh, yes.

Look, Chris.
It's all ours.

Isn't it
a grand sight?
A park...

A cinema...

And the gasworks.

No more
oil lamps. Oh!

It's a bit big,
isn't it?

No wonder
they wanted
a married man.

That's a rum-looking shop
if ever I saw one.

Let's go in.

What's your name?

Christine.

Christine what?

Christine manson.

What's that?

Why, it's
from Denny,

of all people!

Well, open it.

If I know Denny,
there'll be an old
boot inside.

Chris...

"I don't really
need this.

"I told you
I was a sawbones.

Good luck."

He's a good worker.
He is that,

and you can't
say he isn't.

That's right,
ned.

And a good looker
for a wife, eh?

That don't help
my cough, though,
do it?

I'd sooner one
of the old-fashioned
ones, meself.

Good afternoon,
everybody.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, gadge.

What's the good
tidings?

Mrs. pritchard
can't move her foot
off the ground,

Addie Griffith
says his stomach will
never come right,

and Mrs. Jones,
the grocer, has come out
in her spots again.

All right, gadge.
Who's first?

Well, what's
the trouble?

Certificate.
Beat knee.

Certificate that
he's not fit to work.

Oh. Let's
have a look.

Sit down, man.

Thank you.

Oh. All right.

Fill in the details,
will you, gadge?

Next, please.

Certificate.

What for?

'Stagmus.
The name's chenkin.

You remember me.
Ben chenkin.

Oh, yes.

I can't keep
my eye still.

That's 'stagmus,
all right, isn't it?

It might be.
It might be a lot of
other things, too.

Take your shirt off.

What for?

I want to
examine you.

Don't you think it
about time you were?

Come on.

All right.
Dress up, chenkin.

Ha! Thought you'd
let us have it.

Next.

Ha.

Evan Lewis.

Hey!

What's the meaning
of this?

Don't you
understand it?
I'll read it to you.

"This is to certify
that Ben chenkin

"is suffering
from the effects
of overindulgence
in malt liquors

but is perfectly
fit to work."

15 years
us got 'stagmus!

You haven't
got it now.

For the last time,
are you going to give
a 'stagmus certificate?

No, I'm not.

I'll take
my card away.

There are other doctors
will give me certificates
if you won't.

Gadge, give him
his card, will you?

I'd go easy, doctor,
if you don't mind
me saying so.

Chenkin's a big man
on the committee.

I'm afraid that
doesn't interest me
very much.

What's wrong?

It's my tubes, doctor.
Bit of a cough, like,
and short of breath, I am.

Open your shirt,
will you?

Deep breath.

[Men in waiting room coughing]

What's your work?

Driller.

Which mine?

Fantavlon.

Fantavlon.

Gadge, call those
other men in,
will you?

Gadge: Yes, doctor.
Inside.

How long has this
been troubling you?

Oh, getting on
for about 3 years now.

Do many of you
get this cough?

Most of us,
on and off.

Any idea where
it comes from?

We never
thought much, doctor.

It do get very misty at nights
up the valley,

and we think that is
what make us cough.

I should imagine. Are
there any others here
with the same complaint?

Gadge: One, sir.

Where do you work?

I work at
fantavlon, too.

I work
in pentiness.

Adam's west.

Pentiness.

What's your job?

Driller.

Holer.

Trimmer.

Holer.

Fantavlon's
anthracite,
isn't it?

We're all
anthracite men.

Do the men
in the soft
coal mines

get the same
trouble as well?

Reckon they do,
sometimes.

As badly
as you do?

Worse?
Not so badly?

Never
asked them.

Depends how much
beer they drink.

Look here,
I'd like
to keep you men

under
observation
for a bit.

What do that mean?

You'll have to go
to hospital.

Hospital? Then I'd
lose my wages.

You mean to say
there's no
compensation?

Not for sickness
of this sort.

Go figure.

It don't come
under the heading
of injury at work,

like when
the missis gives you
a black eye.

I see.

I'm afraid
you'll have to go
to hospital anyway.

You've already got
a slight atypical
pneumonia.

Gadge, make out
an entry card,
will you?

Complete examination
of chest, throat,
and blood.

Look here, I want
to examine your
chests every day

when you
come up from work.

Give gadge
a specimen
of your sputum.

Sputum?
What's that?

Spit.

But what about
our medicine, doctor?

There won't be
any medicine here
tomorrow.

What's that?

Dr. light always
gave us medicine.

Pink it was,
and sort of sweet.

He gave it
to us all.

I'm in charge
here now.

If I were
to give you
medicine,

it would only
make the symptoms
more difficult
to find.

Look after them,
gadge.

Gadge: Yes, doctor.
Outside.

He's not very backward
about asking a lot
of questions, is he?

No.

[Whistle blowing]

Adam's west.
Number 3 shaft.

[Telephone rings]

West dispensary.

Yes. Yes.
Right away.

What is it?
What is it? Quick!

Come on. Let's get
a move on. Quick!

Dr. manson: Gadge, give me
the chloroform, eh?

Thank you.

Make way for the doctor!
Make way for the doctor!

Am I in time?

Just in time,
doctor.

Anybody killed?

No, but there is one
poor little fellow.

Hurt badly?

We don't know.
Pinned under,
poor chap.

Can't shift him.
Loose rock.

That's why they can't
try anything.

Apt to go any minute.

Open seam.

This way, doctor.

That's blocked
through there!

We'll have to
cut through
the old shaft.

What about it, lads?

Get back then.
Let the doctor come.

Sam.

Can't we cut
the base of this?

That would take
4 hours,

and the roof's
giving way
all the time.

Well, then, Sam...

Go on, doctor.

Give me the bag.

Only get me
out of here quick.

I'm going to put you
to sleep now, Sam. When you
wake up, you'll be in bed.

[Creaking]

Hurry up, doctor,
if you want any of us
to get out from here.

[Rumbling]

All right. Let's
get him out.

Bring the stretcher.

Move fast, men.

That's it...
The rest of the roof.

Steady with
the stretcher.

Man: Are they
all out, Jim?

Aye, thanks
to the doctor.

Is he dead?

No. I had to
take his arm off,
but he'll be all right.

Andrew! Andrew.

[Sobbing]

There.
I'm all right.

What... what is it?

What's the matter?

I'm all right.

They told me that
the roof was down and that
you wouldn't come out.

Well, here I am.

Will you
have a cup
of hot cocoa?

Mmm. That's good.

Good evening.

Oh, I'm Dr. manson.

Yes, doctor?

I just want
to see my patients...

Bantam, arm amputation;
Lewis, atypical pneumonia.

Well, perhaps
you'd better see
Dr. llewellyn first.

He'll be here
in just
a few minutes

if you'll wait
in his office.

Hello. Welcome to
the inner sanctum.

Thank you.

Jolly good job you did
on that arm,

considering conditions.

I just tidied
it up a bit.

Oh? Thank you.

What about a little
spot of Sherry, eh?

My own special brand...
Monte lardo, 1905.

Did you get a chance
to look at my
chest case... Lewis?

Nothing to worry about there.
He'll be as right as rain
in a day or so.

I had half a dozen
similar chests
this morning,

only not
so far advanced.

They're not a bit
like ordinary
coughs or colds.

I have a notion
that...

Yes, quite.

That all these...

Well, chin-chin.

That's good.

Yes. Yes.

Cigarette?

No, thanks.
I have...

Take a look
at that, manson...

From a grateful
patient. 20 guineas' worth
of solid gratitude.

Well, shall we
get along and see
my patients?

There's no need
for you to come up,
my boy.

I'll look after them.

You see, all hospital cases
come onto my list.

I can't have you assistants
pattering about the wards
in your hobnail boots.

Oh, there's
one other thing...

I wouldn't be
too difficult
about renewing

old "unfit for work"
certificates.

There are a lot
of chronic cases here.

We don't want to get
the men stirred up.

You don't expect me
to issue false
certificates, do you?

Not at all.
No, no, no, no.

Andrew: I wasn't
even allowed
to see them, Chris.

Dr. llewellyn
doesn't like
his assistants

clattering through
his hospital in their
hobnailed boots.

What are you supposed
to go down a mine in,
dancing pumps?

The whole valley can
cough itself to death
for all he cares.

But it's those
chest cases.

I've got to find out
what's causing
that cough.

And I know I can
do it, Chris.
I know it!

But it means equipment.
It means laboratory
tests, x-rays.

And that hospital's
got everything,

but I'm not
allowed to use it.

I won't
submit to it!

I'll hand in
my resignation
in the morning.

Andrew...

Do you remember
once telling me that
all a good research
man needed

was a notebook,
a microscope, and a room
with a roof over it?

Yes.

Well, your
microscope's
in there.

Chris...

We christen this
the manson lab.

It's my husband's knee.
He's scalded it.

There was a kettle
full of boiling water,

and it looked
sort of bad.

We called in
the district nurse.

Oh. Good morning,
nurse.

Good morning.

Let's have a look.

Nurse got it
pretty good,
eh, doctor?

Mmm. Well,
let's see now.

Neat dressing. What
did you use, nurse?

Carron oil,
of course.

Man: That is right,
isn't it, doctor?

Oh, yes. Yes.
Quite all right
for a first dressing.

Now I think we'll
try some tannic...

What's wrong
with carron oil?

If we don't use
an antiseptic here,
this knee will get
infected.

Then heaven help
that knee joint.

So my work is not good enough
for you, Dr. manson.

Now don't
misunderstand
me, nurse.

Can we talk about
this later?

No, indeed.
We'll talk it over now.

I've got nothing
to hide.

I've worked here
as district nurse
for over 20 years,

and no one has ever told me
not to use carron oil
for a burn or scald.

Listen, nurse,
carron oil is quite
all right in its way,

but there's a great danger
of contracture here.

That's why we're going to
try this dressing.

Tannic. Never heard
of the stuff.

It's a wonder you don't
feed him some of those
glass slides

you fuss with
up at your place.

I don't hold with
newfangled ideas.

If you don't want
to do the dressing
my way, nurse,

I'll come in
morning and evening
and do it myself.

You can, then,
for all I care.

I hope tom Evans
lives through it

better than the poor
Guinea pigs you torture
up at your laboratory!

Now, tom, I'm quite sure
this will be better.

I hope so.

There you are, Clara.

[Whistling]

Hello.

Chris:
Hello, Andrew.

Andrew: Hello,
Mrs. page.

I say, Chris.

Hmm?

I don't think
they like it.

Did anyone
ever try to help
a group of people

that the people
didn't object?

They'll never find
another doctor

who takes better
care of them
than you do.

I wouldn't bother
about it too much,
darling.

This arrived by post today.
It's the new condenser.

I got some more samples
of anthracite dust.

I was at the montevale head
on an accident case,

so I went down
the old coal vein.

Oh, good.
We needed them.

Will you make some cards
for these new
sputum samples?

Mm-hmm.

Slide number 365.

Sputum sample...

Of Mr. cly emmy.

Some tubercle bacilli.

Few fibrous
and connective
tissue cells.

A large amount
of crystalline silica.

Slide number 366.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I think we've
enough evidence now
to write a report.

Chris, why not
send a report
to the medical journal?

See what kind
of reactions we get.

Let some other doctors
with knowledge of the subject
shoot holes in our findings.

Then we can strengthen
our defense.

Oh, Andrew, what
a wonderful idea!

We'll start
straight after
supper.

I'll have
all the figures
ready for you.

[Door bell jingles]

I'll go.

Few tubercle bacilli.

It's rather important,
if the doctor's
not too busy.

Good evening,
Dr. manson.

Good evening, sir.

I heard the men
talking about some
rather strange
experiments

going on
around here,

so I thought,
if you don't mind,

I'd come
and have a good look
for myself.

You're very welcome.

It looks very
interesting to me.

You know this cough
that's so prevalent here?

Yes. I've heard it
all my life.

"I got trouble
with my tubes."

The number of
times I've heard
that expression.

Do you know what I think
is the cause of it?

What?

The dust in
the anthracite mines.

Yes, but there's
always been
dust there.

And they've always
had the cough, but it's
more than a cough.

It's tuberculosis caused
by the chemical reaction
on the lungs

of the silica
in the coal.

My goodness.

And yet when they
get laid up from it,

they don't get
a penny piece
of compensation.

Are you sure
of your facts?

As sure as I can be
without having completed
these experiments.

That's why I'm so keen
to get them finished

and have my facts
absolutely watertight.

Do you know we've been through
all the medical literature
on the subject,

and there's no
mention of any such
industrial disease?

It's the most important
thing I've heard
for a long time.

Do you really
think so?

Look here, doctor,
you carry on with
your business,

keeping it as quiet
as is reasonable,

and I've no doubt
that this rumpus will
die down in no time.

Good evening.
Business looks good.

Does it?

Gadge:
Have they
told you?

No. What's the matter
with them?

We want
our cards back.

Oh?

We want to take our custom
to some other shop.

I see. Why?

Because we don't hold
with all this rigmarole.

Everybody in aberalaw knows
as how the cough come

from the mist
in the valley.

Man: And everybody knows
what is the cure
for it.

And what's that...
The pink medicine?

That's right.

But medicine won't
do you any good

unless I know what's
causing the trouble.

Surely you can
understand that.

All right, gadge,
give them back
their cards.

Once this is out,

bit of a worry,
isn't it?

Gadge, ever heard
of sir John abbey?

Of course I have.

Now, listen to this.

"Dear manson,
thank you

"for sending me
a copy

"of your
very comprehensive
report

"on the effects
of silica
inhalation.

"I feel this to be

"a particularly
careful and original
piece

"of clinical
research

"and one which,
when completed,

"may have the most
far-reaching effects

"upon our industrial
legislation.

"Stick
to the good work.

"Take nothing
for granted

"where medicine
is concerned,

"and the very best
of good luck to you.

Sincerely yours,
John abbey."

Sir John abbey,
gadge...

One of the most
distinguished
physicians

in Europe.

Well, I'm not
going to be
influenced

by ignorance
and superstition.

I won't be
discouraged.

I'm going
straight ahead
to complete those
investigations.

After all,
I'm working
for these people.

When we've
made them understand
that, gadge,

I'm sure they'll
come running back
with their cards

so fast
we won't be able
to handle them all.

Oh, I hope so,
doctor.

Chris! Chris,
I've just had
a letter from sir...

Don't...

Try.

Darling, whatever's
the matter?

Come and sit down.
What is it?

Whatever's happened?
Tell me. What...

Well, I was at home

entering the latest
dust specimens
in the records

when they came.

Who came, dear?

A delegation
from the committee,
they called
themselves.

I tried
to stop them,

when they saw
the Guinea pigs,
chenkin let out a howl.

"Oh, them poor,
dumb creatures!"

And pointed to the stain
on the boards

where I dropped
a few stain bottles.
You remember, dear.

He shouted out, "oh,
look at that! Blood!"

"I'm not leaving those
poor suffering creatures
to be tortured anymore.

I'd rather have them
put out of their pain
than that!"

He ripped open
all the cages

and shoved
the Guinea pigs
into a bag.

I tried to explain
to him it wasn't
a question

of suffering
or vivisection
or any such rubbish,

but he simply
wouldn't listen
to me,

and then
they... they...

Go on, dear.
Go on.

They pushed over
the tables

and broke hundreds
of our slides.

They tore up
the records,

smashed
our equipment...

Smashed all our
beautiful equipment
to bits, Andrew.

And then they...

They went away
and...

Oh, Andrew.

What did you do

with the Guinea pigs
you stole from my lab?

I put the poor creatures
out of their misery.

Painlessly?

Painlessly.

That's a lie!

[All shouting]

This "vivisection,"
as you call it...

Well, why do you men take
white mice and canaries
down the mine?

Man: What's that
got to do with it?

Mind your own
business!

To test... to test
for blackdamp.
We all know that.

Man: We don't need you
to tell us!

They save men's lives,
don't they? Perhaps
your own lives!

Man: Ah, shut up!

Course we don't!
Why should we?

Can't you see that that's
just exactly what I've
been trying to do for you

every waking minute
of my spare time?!

Go to sleep then!

Tuberculosis is
one of the greatest
scourges of mankind.

It's nothing to do
with us!

I will not let
these stupid prejudices
stop this work

because I believe
with all my heart

that it's
more important

than Guinea pigs
or doctors or any of you!

[Shouting and booing]

Gentlemen,
gentlemen,
gentlemen.

I consider
that the issue is
a very simple one.

We are all agreed,
I think,

that there is
nothing wrong
with Dr. manson

purely as a doctor.

Personally,
I regard him

as a very promising
and useful man.

Might I suggest,
therefore,

that we invite
Dr. manson
to carry on

as though nothing
had happened?

On condition,
of course, that
he agrees to give up

this little,
uh, hobby of his.

Man: Dr. llewellyn's
right! Vote!

Vote!

Very well, then,
gentlemen, vote.

Well,
that settles it.

Thank you,
Dr. llewellyn.

I'm very glad,
naturally,

that you don't
wish me to go,

but in expecting me
to stay on here

without trying
to finish this job,

you're asking
the impossible.

I'm very sorry.

I give the committee
notice from today.

Good riddance!

Shut your mouth,
Ben chenkin!

There goes the best man
we ever had.

This is
where we belong.

In a few months,
they'll all know

the name of
Dr. Andrew manson.

I could have bought
3 last week

just as good
at half the price.

That's
my last offer.
Take it or leave it.

All right.

All right,
I'll give you
the rest on Monday.

Man: Good day
to you.

Oh, doctor.

Yes?

What's the matter
with them?

Nothing.

They need piercing.

Yeah? Sit down.

How much are you
going to charge, doctor?

7 and 6.

7 and 6?
My friend said

she had hers done
for 5 shillings,

and her doctor's
highly experienced.

All right,
5 shillings.

Okey-doke.

Well, lady manson,
how would you like

some spaghetti a LA bolognese,
a nice bottle of chianti...

I'll get your lunch
for you, dear,

just as soon as
I finish
this curtain.

We're going to celebrate
the first anniversary

of our arrival in London
by going out to lunch.

Take that apron off.

Ah, buon giorno!

Good morning.

Hello,
Mrs. Orlando.

Come sta?

Oh, very well,
thank you.

And what medicine
have we

for the doctor's
health today,
please?

Oh, some spaghetti
a LA bolognese

and a bottle of chianti,
eh, Chris?

Anna, spaghetti
a LA bolognese

quickly
for the doctor.

Oh, ho!
Well done.

Ah, my Anna,

she has for the dance
a grand passion.

Always she hop, skip,
jump the whole day.

One day, she have
many good lessons,

but mama stupid.

Somehow she never win
sweepstakes. So what!

Oh, thank you
for the lady
with the earrings.

She not make
big insult for you?

Oh, of course not.
I was delighted.

You see, she not
a bad woman,

but also, she one
of the not so good
women, eh?

By the way,
there's some money
on account of our bill.

No, no, you cannot
owe that.

Oh, but...

Life is not good
for you.

People are not
sick enough.

Oh, please, please.
You've been so good to us.

How can we ever repay us
for all you've done?

Ha ha! You will.
You will.

Well, when I do get
any patients,

bravissimo,
bravissimo,
dottore! Ha ha!

You must have
performed

a major operation
on that lady's ears.

Well, I did
charge a big fee,
but she'd no objection.

Oh, thank you,
Anna.

Thank you, Anna.

Chianti
and bel paese

you love
so much.

Not more than
I love you,
Mrs. Orlando.

Ha ha ha!

Doctor, someone's
at your door.

I heard
the bell ring.

Oh, that's
all right, Anna.

Vacuum cleaners,
instantaneous
water softeners.

They rang
2 or 3 times.

For you, I hope
someone's very sick.

Ha ha! No peace
for the wicked.
Thank you, Anna.

Hello. Are you
looking for me?

Oh, are you
the doctor?
Yes.

And something's happened
to one of our customers.
She's rather important.

Is it urgent?

Oh, yes, very.
I should think so.

[Woman moaning]

Here's a doctor,
Mr...

Oh, thank goodness
you've come, doctor.

Toppy, will you pull
yourself together?

[Sobbing]

Do you think
I'd better get
the ambulance,
doctor?

No, I don't think
that will be necessary.

I would like the room
cleared, though.

Quick, quick.

It's all right.
You needn't leave.

Would you
clear that

for me please?

Come along then.

There now, there now.

You'll soon be
all right.

You'll soon be
all right.

Aah!

[Whimpering]

[Stops whimpering]

[Sobbing]

I want to go home.

I'm sorry,
but it was
the only way.

And it worked
beautifully.

I'm her sister.

How do you do?

Well, let her
cry it out.

She'll be all right
in a few minutes.

Oh, don't you think
you ought to see her home?

Oh, that's hardly
necessary.

I'd feel much better
if you did.

All right...

If you insist.

If I don't
have a drink,
I'll pass out.

Not twice in one day,
please.

[Toppy laughing]

Just the looks
on their faces...

The funniest thing
I've ever seen. Ha ha!

Oh.

I'm glad
you enjoyed it.

It wasn't funny
a bit.

It was a bad case
of willful hysteria.

What did he
call it?

Hysteria, darling...
Something that nobody else

has ever dared
call it before.

Now, look here,
young lady,

you sound like
father.

Well, she seems
perfectly safe now.

I'd put her to bed
if I were you.

You must have a drink
to celebrate.

Celebrate what?

Oh, I don't know.
Just celebrate.

One must have some excuse,
don't you think?

Otherwise one's
just a drunken sot.
Don't you agree?

If you take my advice,
you'll go straight
to bed and send for
your own doctor.

I can't.

Why not?

Because
I dislike him so much
he makes me quite ill.

"Don't drink.
Don't smoke. Don't..."

Well...

You know, why can't you
look after me?

Because I'd read you
just exactly
the same sermon.

In fact,
I'd go further.

You wouldn't!

I would.

Oh, Marjorie,
isn't he naughty?

I'd tell you
that what you need

is a husband
and children.

You're right.

Oh, how lovely.

How many
do you think?

Children, I mean...
Not husbands.

I think that will be
just about all.

Marjorie:
Dr. manson.

She's not bad, you know,
underneath all that.

Father spoiled her
dreadfully.

Evidently.

How very plain-spoken
for a doctor.

You ever heard
of the bedside manner?

I'm afraid
I'd be no good
at that sort of thing.

How do you know if
you've never tried?

Do you want
to get on?

Of course.

You mind
if I give you

a little personal
advice?

Not at all.

See a good tailor.

What's that got to do
with medicine?

Oh, don't snap
my head off.

It's only
a suggestion.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Thank you very much.
Good day.

Scruffy manson!

Freddy lawford!

Well, well, well!

Well, well, well!
Well...

What are you
doing in London?
I thought you were
in the wilds of wales.

I bought
a practice here.

Oh, nothing
so grand.

Who's your patient?

I don't know her name.
A miss Leroy, I believe.

Scruffy, you haven't
changed a bit.

"A miss Leroy, I believe."
One of the richest girls
in england!

Is she?

Ha ha! Yes. Have you got
your car with you?

No, I'm afraid
I haven't.

Well, come along in mine.
I'd like you to have a look

at one of my cases,
or are you frightfully busy?

Let's see. Yes,
I think I could
manage an hour...
half an hour or so.

Well, good.

She of
the wheezy diaphragm.

Oh!

You know this place,
of course.

No, I haven't...

Oh, it's
the most expensive
snob nursing home
in London.

Hello, Ida, darling.
Doing your sums?

Miss Sheridan runs
this joint, Andrew.
Dr. manson.

How do you do?
How do you do?

You'll overflow
into the blenham hotel.

Nonsense.
The blenham hotel
overflows into me.

Is lady raebank
waiting for me?

Waiting? My dear,
the suspense is
terrific.

You know
where she is?

Ha ha!
Yes, darling.

Absolute gold mine,
this place.

Looks like
a coal mine to me.

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon,
dar... uh, nurse.

You've no idea
the trouble I had to take
to get these pretty nurses,

and the food...
Absolutely first-class.

Come in.

Ah, there you are,
doctor.

Poor little me.
Such a long,
worrying wait.

Yes. I hope you don't mind,
lady raebank.

I've brought Dr. manson,
who specializes in lung.

I want him to examine
your chest.

Oh, I am glad.

I was only wondering
this morning,

"can it be the chest?"

I do believe it's the chest.
How do you do?

How do you do?

Perhaps you'll
examine lady raebank
at once, manson?

Right away.

At once.

Well, how
have we been
since yesterday?

Lady raebank:
I had one or two

oh? What sort of
peculiar feelings?

I've written them all
down for you.

I tried to remember
every little detail.

Oh, splendid.

What it is to have
an intelligent
patient.

Ha ha ha!

Cough, please.

[Lady raebank coughs]

Dr. every will be
here this afternoon

with the results
of his tests.

Oh, how good of him.
What do you think
his fee will be?

Take
a deep breath.

Oh, he'd do it
for me for 50.

[Andrew whistles]

Lady raebank:
That's very reasonable.

Cough, please.

[Cough]

[Lady raebank coughs]

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm delighted to be
able to assure you...

Perhaps, uh,
you'd submit

your report
tomorrow, manson.

Wait for me outside,
will you?

Thank you so much for coming,
Dr. manson.

Thank you very much.

And I may tell you
in strict confidence

that one only finds
flatus ventrus

in a highly
sensitive person,

but have no fear,
dear lady.

Rest, careful diet,

and half
a glass only
of champagne
night and morning,

and we'll have you
as fit as a fiddle
in no time at all.

I love you, doctor.

Lady raebank's
engaged with
Dr. lawford.

Oh, that's all right.
Lawford and I are
sidekicks.

I'm every, you know...
Charles every, surgeon.

Oh!

Lawford:
Oh, Charles, good.

Hi, lawford.

I want you to meet
an old school friend
of mine... Andrew manson.

How do you do?

You two ought to find
each other useful.

Manson's attending
to Jill Leroy's care, Charles.

Oh, really?

I tell you what.
Let's get together

and have a party
one night.

Oh, let's.

I should be
only too delighted.

Have you got
the results of the test
for the old, um...

Excuse me.

May I come in?

Lady raebank:
Come in!

Yes.

[Door closes]

Well, there's nothing
whatever the matter
with that woman's chest.

It's a treasure chest.

She owns half
the gold mines
in rhodesia.

I've taken nuggets
out of her.

Oh, by the way,
there's a check.

5 guineas?
Whatever for?

Well, it's a standard
consultant's fee.

Oh, but, Freddy,
I didn't...

Oh, put it away.

Let's have a nice lunch
at the grovehall club.

But, Freddy, I...

[Whistling]

[Door closes]

Hello, Chris.

Why, Andrew!

What on earth
happened to you?

Mrs. Orlando's
still keeping
your spaghetti hot.

Ha ha ha!

My, you look
prosperous
with that cigar.

We are prosperous.
Here, look at this.

Oh.

Open it.

Andrew...

It's yours.

Why, Andrew...

Do you like it?

Put it on.

Do you really
like it?

Oh, it's beautiful.

Go and look at it.

You're going to have
a lot of furs

and a lot of new clothes
and a small car.

A doctor's wife
ought to be seen
in a car,

and, oh, Chris, look at me.
Don't you think I should
get another suit?

See a good tailor,
get a nice new suit...
get two new suits?

Andrew,
what's happened?
Tell me.

Our luck's changed.

That's all.

I've got a feeling
I'm going to burn up
the course today.

Sorry, old man.

Rather
an elaborate
lunch.

Dr. manson,
Dr. deedman.

Oh, how do you do?

Deed knows all there is
to know about fevers.

Oh, really?

Oh, good shot.

You're next, deedman.
You're playing with every.

Oh, right.
Nice work, partner.

Well, this is going
about 250 yards.

Ha ha! He's feeling
rather significant

since he had to
fly out to Egypt

to attend a case
of sunstroke.

Ah, not bad.

Not good, not bad.

What are we
playing for?

Oh, the usual,
I suppose?

Yes, yes, yes,
that's all right.

Oh, pretty good
shot.

I wonder what
I did right.

You kept your eye
on the ball.

Usual bet's all right
for you, old boy?

Yes, yes.

Oh, good shot.

Oh, my, yes.

I say, Freddy...

Freddy, what is
the usual?

5, 5, and 5...
£15 liability.

It's easy money,
Andy, old boy.

Give me
my number two,
will you?

Thank you.

I'm sending in
Mrs. Lane
to see you tomorrow.

She thinks
she has a wheeze.
Have a look at her
for me, will you?

All right.
Quiet.

Pretty good, huh?

Good slice.

Thank you very much, sir.
I'd love to.

And I'll expect you
at the nursing home
in the morning

for the wingate child's
toe operation.

Splendid. But why, sir?

You don't really
need me there
for that, do you?

Fore. Fore!

I brought one
of those new
iradium lamps

at glickert's
yesterday.

Plain
highway robbery!
80 guineas!

Good shot.

You know,
I don't think

so much
of those lamps.

Did you read
abbey's paper
in the journal

on bogus
heliotherapy?

Those iradiums
have got absolutely
no infrared content.

They've got
a devil of a lot
of free Guinea content.

Anyway,
they bronze nicely.

Ah.

Honestly, old boy,
you can't beat
a good old hypo

when it comes to fees.
Left lift.

The moment you say
"hypodermic" to a patient,

she instinctively thinks,
"heavens, this means money."

Ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Well, like it?

Oh, Andrew,
it's terribly smart.

Hurry up,
or your kipper
will be cold.

Ooh! Kipper.
Good.

What on earth...

What?

It's from every.

Oh, yes?

"Enclosing a check
for 20 guineas."

What on earth for?

He says
for assisting
so splendidly

at the operation
on the wingate
child.

Oh. Jolly good
of him.

But you didn't
do anything
at the operation.

I was there.

It's just
a little extra

for the time
I gave up to it.

I see.

He's, uh, giving you
part of his fee.
Is that...

No, my dear girl.
You must never say that.
It's absolutely forbidden.

No. I earned the money
by being there,

just as the anethestist
earned his by doing his job.

Every sends it all in
with his bill.

I see.

I wish you'd
stop saying "I see"
in that maddening way.

The wingates are
tremendously rich.

To them, it's what
3 and 6 would be
to Mrs. Orlando.

I don't think
that has anything
to do with it.

"I told her mother

we'd better have
her tonsils out, too,
and she was delighted."

But you sent
the child in

about her foot,
didn't you?

Here have I been,
slaving away at my job
for years and getting
nothing out of it,

and now when the money
does begin to come in
and I'm making
a success of it,

you pull a long face
and treat me just as if
I were some sort of criminal.

Really, I'm getting
about fed up with it.

[Door closes]

Well, is our little
patient absorbing
her infrared quota?

Oh, it's such
a weight off my mind!

My back got the most
unbelievable color
in monte Carlo.

Oh, really?

If I lost it now,
I should go
absolutely crazy.

Yes.

You see what I mean,
don't you, Andrew?

Of course.

Mrs. Maxwell telephoned.
She says she has
a fitting

and wants to cancel
her appointment.

Shall I charge her?

I think we ought to.
It's usual, you know.

All right.

A Mr. stillman
wants to see you.

Stillman?

The American.
Oh, show him in.

Mr. stillman?

How do you do,
sir?

Dr. manson.

Yes. Mr. stillman.
Not the stillman...
the lung specialist.

"The American quack"
I'm afraid some
of your medical
journals call me.

Ha ha! This is
an honor, sir.
Thank you, nurse.

That will be all right
for a minute.

Dr. manson,
I've been promising
myself this pleasure

for a long time.

Really?

Yes. I just wanted
to tell you
in person

how much
I appreciated
your paper

on dust inhalation
in silicosis.

Did you read that?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, Mr. stillman,
coming from you,

that's praise indeed.
Thank you. Sit down.

What brings you
to england, may I ask?

Do you know
sir Herbert cranston?

Oh, the motorcar
manufacturer? Yes.

That's the man.
Well, he's built me

a small clinic
in the country
just outside London.

He seems to think
england can use
our methods.

Splendid, but look out
for the powers that be.

I don't think
they'll bother us.

How does it happen
that you've never taken
a medical degree?

I intended to be
a biologist,

but t.B.
Fascinated me.

I drifted into it
and developed
my own methods.

A degree seemed
unnecessary.

I see, and what are you
concentrating on here?

I have a new method
of collapsing
the lung

which should
interest you.

It's a great
advance.

Ah, you mean
the Emil vial.

Oh, no, no.
Much better
than that.

Oh, I beg
your pardon.

Oh, Mr. stillman,
this is miss Leroy.

Oh, how
do you do?

How do you do?

Pleased
to meet you.

For something
absolutely frightful, are you?

No, no. I'm afraid
if I did have any
kind of an illness,

this part of
the world would be
just a little bit
beyond my means.

Mrs. fitzgreen
and Dr. lawford

are waiting for you
at the nursing home, doctor.

All right,
thank you.

No, not at all,
Mr. stillman.

I enjoyed very much
hearing about
your experiments.

You know, I think
it's really too bad

that after such
a brilliant start
in our field,

you weren't able
to go on with it.

Oh, thank you.

Doctors must live,
you know.

Yes, of course.
Well, good-bye.

Good-bye. Perhaps
we'll be able to have
a real talk sometime.

Yes. I'd like very much
to have you come down
and see my apparatus.

Thank you.
I'd love to.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, sir.

Who was the funny
old thing?

Oh, a very brilliant
man.

Unfortunately
not qualified,
though.

A quack, you mean?

Hmm?

Quack! Quack, quack,
quack, quack!

Ha ha! Yes,
I suppose so.

Come to dinner
tonight.

I can't.

You haven't been
to see me for a week.

You haven't been
needing any medical
attention.

Do I have to be ill
for you to come
and see me?

Well, after all,
I am a doctor,
you know.

Oh, I see!

You're afraid
of being accused

of professionally
infamous conduct.

Is that it?

Ha ha!
No, no, no.

I'll expect you
tonight
just the same.

I think you'll be
quite safe.

It's difficult to be
very infamous

at a dinner party
of 10 people.

I'm dining out!

No, you're not.
You're dining
at home. I've seen
your engagement pad.

You little devil!

It wouldn't be
at all a waste
of time, either.

Two surgeons
you've never met,

Hungarian
film producer,

and sir Roger
martineac.

If you don't come,

I'll lie on the floor
and scream again.

You'll be
late for your
appointment

with
Mrs. fitzgreen,
doctor.

All right.
Thank you.

[Telephone rings]

May I expect you
tonight?

I'll telephone you
later.

Mrs. manson.

Yes, Chris?

Well, no,
as a matter of fact,

I shan't be able to get
back to dinner tonight.

[Quietly]
I'll put you
on my right.

Good-bye.

Yes... Business...
To meet sir Roger martineac.

Hello, Chris.

You're home early.

Yes. Come here.
I've got a surprise
for you.

Come along.

Now close your eyes.

Look.

Whose is it?
I don't
recognize it.

Why should you?
It's brand-new.

It's not...
Not yours.

Ours, if you like it.
Let's go for a ride.

Quite apart
from being the most
beautiful car

you've ever seen,
she's fast...

Does 95 Miles an hour
without even trying.

She's absolutely
amazing.

I've never seen
anything like her.

Well, if it isn't...

How marvelous.

Well, how are darby
and Joan getting on?

Like a house
on fire.

Denny, I can't tell you
how nice it is to see you.
Where have you been?

Two years India,
one year Australia,

and a weekend
at Brighton.

Chris, you're
prettier than ever.

But tell me... this
well-dressed bloke
sitting next to you,

this isn't really
Dr. manson, is it?

Isn't it
a lovely car?

Denny, what are
you doing now?

Working down
the east end.

I've done 16
operations today,

16 different
streets.

If I start
scratching,

I'm warning you now,
it'll be fleas.

You sound
as if you need a drink.

Denny, you aren't.
Oh, how wonderful.

It's true.
I'm lemon squashed
every night
of the week

right up to here.

Now, where shall we eat?

I know where we'll go.
We haven't been there
for ages.

Take the first
turning to the right.

You remember...
Orlando's.

Ah, signore dottore.

Hello, Mrs. Orlando.
How nice to see you.

Signora.

It's so good
to see you.

Welcome to my house.

Well, what have you
got to eat for 3
hungry strangers?

No strangers. You have
everything in my shop,
everything for nothing.

No, no,
not this time,
Mrs. Orlando.

By the way,
this is our oldest
friend... Mr. Denny.

Mr. Denny,
very nice man. Sit down.

I go to the kitchen,
make you something
very beautiful.

Oh, we're sure
of that.

Pleasure.
It's a pleasure.

Best cook anywhere.

Now, Denny,
what was it

you wanted
to tell Andrew
about?

Oh, yes,
what is it?

About the clinic
I'm going to start.

You know the idea,
Chris.

I want to form
a little team of specialists.

We'll all work together.
We'll tackle everything.

I've got a bacteriologist;
An ear, nose, and throat man;

and an obstetrician
all lined up already.

Great chaps.
Crazy to get started.

And I'll handle
the surgery.

Where's the money
coming from?

We're all chipping in
what we've got.

The idea is, we open up
in some particular area,

open a register,
list everyone who wants
to come on our books.

We charge each individual
a small monthly fee,

not much,
a few shillings.

Hang it all,
we only want to live.

They'd come to us as often
as they jolly well like.

We run the rule over them
periodically,

advise them about diet,
exercise, and so on.

That's preventative medicine
and keeps them from falling ill.

If they do fall ill,
we offer them not one
antiquated, overworked g.P.,

but a whole firm
of specialists,

with all the advantages
of a modern laboratory

and our hospital
if necessary.

Now, what do you think
of that, my lad?

Well, first of all,
Denny,

you're going to
have some of those
hors d'oeuvres.

They're the finest
in Europe. I'll go
and get you some.

Ha! I was just
getting up steam.

He'll be back
in a minute.

Oh, Denny,
I think
your idea

is absolutely
marvelous.

Do you? I am glad.

I only hope your old man
thinks the same.

He's changed,
hasn't he?

Has he?

Russian salad,
pickled walnuts...

Always I know
you was clever doctor.

Oh, thank you.

Mushrooms...

Always I tell Anna
that someday...

Oh, Spanish fish
fit for a king.

How is little Anna?
Still dancing mad?

No, she no dance.

She in hospital...
Queen Caroline hospital.

Oh, I'm sorry.
What's the matter
with her?

Something trouble
with her lung.

Oh.

Of course, doctor,
when Anna first ill,

we think of our
so great friend you.

But Anna
say you so very busy.

But I say perhaps
he will remember.

Ah, the bel paese,
my favorite cheese,
you remember?

Yes, I remember.

Don't worry.
I'm sure she'll
be all right.

Here you are, Denny.
Try those.

If you've
ever tasted better,
I'll throw you out.

If you say a word
against my scheme,
I'll throw you out.

What do you
think of it?

Your scheme?
Oh, your scheme.

Denny, do you want me
to be absolutely Frank?

Of course.

Well, I'm afraid
it won't work.

It's working
at this very moment.

Where?

Several places
in the states.

Ha! America is
a long way from here.

But we can do the same
in this country, too.

We'll only have
a few beds to start with,

but it'll grow
as we grow.

I know it's right.

It sounds
perfectly grand.

How will people
be able to pay
for all this?

In America, they pay
$2.00 a month, not a penny more.

Those that aren't ill
help to carry those that are.

The doctors do
better than average,
and it's sure income.

We've been into the statistics.
I know it's right.

The people get more
than they pay for

because it's an efficient,
concentrated system.

It's really
following the scientific,
humanitarian ideal,

and I want you to come in
with me for the chest work.

Will you?

Me? Sorry, old man.
I can't.

You can't?

No. You see, Denny,
I've got a very good
practice now.

Without undue boasting,
I think I can say that
it's really first class.

I've had a bad time,
as you know. Things
haven't been easy.

I sympathize with
your ideas most sincerely,
most sincerely,

but you must see surely
that I can't possibly

throw away everything
I've built up

on some
fantastic scheme.

Such as blowing up
a sewer?

Ha ha!
Well, can I?

No, you can't.

Zuppa minestrone,
nice and hot, eh?

Chris: What
will you have
to drink, Denny?

Lemon squash?
Ginger beer?

Do you think you
could possibly get me
a bottle of whiskey?

Si, signore.

Nice little bus,
isn't she?

But, Chris,
did you notice

that white roadster
pass us on the hill?

I think I'll get
one of the faster
models next year.

One of the faster ones?

Surely you're not
already planning...

Why not? Why not?
We could easily
afford it.

In case you don't
realize it,

my dear
little schoolmarm
from blaenelly,

we're rapidly
getting rich.

Yes, I know we are...

But do we want
to be rich?

I know I don't.

Oh, Andrew, what is
all this talk about money?

When we had scarcely any,
we were wonderfully happy.

We never spoke of it then.
Now we never speak
of anything else.

Look here, Chris,
if you're going to start
reliving the past...

I've been so unhappy.
Please let me talk
to you, Andrew.

All right.

Your work isn't
making money.

It's bettering humanity,
and you know it.

Don't you remember
the way we used to
talk about life?

It was an attack
on the unknown,

an assault uphill
as though you had to
take some citadel

you couldn't see
but you knew was there.

An operation
on a kitchen table

or a microscope
in a back room...

That was you.

That's why I married you,

not... Not all this.

All this? What's
wrong with all this?
What's the matter?

Andrew, darling,
can't you see you're
selling yourself?

No, I can't,
but one thing
I can see...

I'm making a success
of my life,

and it's hard to tell
who resents it the most:

My best friend
or my wife.

If I want money,
it's only a means
to an end.

People judge you
by what you have
in this life,

not what you are.

If you're one
of the have-nots,
you get ordered about.

Well, I've had
quite enough
of that in my time,

and now I'm going to do
some of the ordering.

Now please don't
mention this nonsense
to me again.

Let's get in the car

unless, of course,
you prefer to go
by tram.

Denny, you're...
You're...

Don't say it.
I'll say it for you.

I'm drunk... beautiful,
glorious drunk.

First time in two years,
and it's wonderful,
beautiful, glorious.

I still don't have
a Rolls-Royce, old boy,

a cigar or morning coat,
monocle, spats, carnation.

This little visit's
costing you 45 guineas.

I've forgotten
my stethoscope.

My forceps don't work.

I want 45 guineas
just the same.

Pull yourself
together.

I won't pull myself
together. Why?

I like me
being apart.

Shall I tell you why
I'm plastered?

I can say
something to you now,
Dr. Mayfair manson,

I couldn't say
while I was sober.

Way back in bracing blaenelly
millions of years ago,

you had hope in your eyes
and courage in your heart.

That's why I gave you
my microscope...

Beautiful,
beautiful microscope.

The world's full
of mean people,
millions of them.

When your pal goes
and joins them, it hurts.

It hurts more
than you'll ever know.

That's all I wanted
to say. Good-bye.

[Denny falls]

I'm all right.
I'm all right.

Denny...

Glass of Sherry?

No, thanks.

[Street noises,
man shouting, horns honking]

[Tires screech]

There's been
an accident.

Andrew,
I think it's...

I think it's...

I braked as quick
as I could.

All right.
I'll take that
down later.

Andrew: This is
a friend of mine.
I'll take care of him.

Officer, telephone
Dr. Charles every

to go to the Sheridan
nursing home at once.

[Ambulance bell ringing]

Clamp.

Once we've stopped
this internal bleeding,

his other injuries
aren't serious.

It's a pretty
simple affair.

Scissors.

Thank God. That's
what I thought.

Clamp.

A patient of yours?

No, a friend...
My best friend.

Oh, really? Clamp.

So you will
do everything...

My dear chap, he'll be
as right as rain.

Spleen, most likely.

[Clock chiming]

I wish you could
hurry, sir.

His pulse
wasn't too good.

How is it now?

Man: Very faint.

Hadn't
we better try
a transfusion?

Every: We can't stop
at this stage for that.

Swab, please.

Man: I'm afraid
he seems to be going.

I told you he's
getting too weak.

We must do
something.

Adrenaline,
quick!

Quick!

Any better?

He's gone.

The Sheridan thought
you might like
some tea.

Thank you.

Really unfortunate.
I imagine it was shock.

Probably.

I'm sorry, manson.

These accident cases
are always difficult.

Cigarette?

You killed him.

What did you say?

You killed him.

My dear fellow,
one can't foresee
complications.

It was one
of the easiest
operations

a surgeon
could take on.

You said so
yourself.

And you did
the worst job
I've ever seen.

I don't recommend
this line of talk, manson.

Of course you don't
recommend it.

It's the truth.

I realize now
that all the cases
I've sent you in the past

have been child's play.

But you're no surgeon.
You never were.

And Denny's dead... dead
through your incompetence,
your dishonesty.

Shut up, you fool.
You'll be heard.

I don't care
if I am heard.

It's the truth...

The truth.

You know as well as I do

that there are
mistakes in surgery
as in everything else.

This wasn't surgery.
It was murder.

I believe they're
finished now.

Oh, thank you.

Andrew?

[Ambulance bell ringing]

[Tires screech]

Man's voice:
Dr. manson. Dr. manson.

This isn't
your individual sorrow.

You can't take
this responsibility alone.

You're not one man
fighting a battle alone.

You're only one
of a great profession...

A profession
continually fighting

for the benefit of health,
of life, of humanity.

You can't stop now.

You understand that,
don't you?

You'll see many deaths,
many heartbreaks,

many tears
before you've finished,

but you must carry on.

You must keep on hoping
and trying.

That's a doctor's job.

That's your job,
Dr. manson.

Where did
you say she was?

She's very ill.

I'm afraid that...

Where is she?

Anna.

Mamma Mia.

Signore dottore
is here, darling.

I'm the matron here.

Has Dr. thorngood called you in
on this case?

No, I'm afraid
he has not.

Now, Anna, dear,
I want you to take
a deep, deep breath.

But, doctor, there must
be some mistake.

Nurse, go and fetch
Dr. thorngood at once, please.

Once again...
Big, big breath.

You know quite well
that if Dr. thorngood
hasn't called you in,

you can't come in here
and interfere.

Blanket. This
pleural effusion

should have been
tapped days ago.

But if Dr. thorngood
hasn't called you in,

you can't come walking
into a hospital like this.

What are you doing,
doctor?

You must be mad.
Put her down. Oh!

Here we go,
Anna.

What does this mean?

You've no right
to attend this patient
without my approval.

Mrs. Orlando,
are you satisfied

with this
doctor's treatment
of your daughter?

No, doctor.

Do you wish
to change
your doctor

and put her
in my hands?

Yes, doctor.

Then, sir,
she's no longer
a patient of yours.

Good morning.

Hemothorax,
immediately.

That lung should
have been collapsed
weeks ago.

We may be too late.

The only thing to do
is go right ahead.

I quite agree.

But I shall need
an anesthetist.

I'll give
the anesthetic myself.

Good.

Excuse me, doctor.
Are you going to
give the anesthetic?

Yes. Will you prepare
the hypodermic?
1/100 of atropine.

But, Dr. manson,
you know Mr. stillman
isn't qualified,

and you'll be
assisting him
at an operation.

I know
it's not my place,

but you must think
of your career.

You'll be ruined.

Shh. Hurry, nurse.
1/100 of atropine.

Well, Anna,
you're going to have
a nice little sleep now.

When you wake up,
you'll feel so much better.

When you went to
the queen Caroline
hospital,

did you or did you not
influence Mrs. Orlando

to remove her daughter?

I suppose I did.

As a doctor,
would you call that
strictly in order?

Perhaps not.

With reference
to Mr. stillman,

were you aware
that he was not
a qualified man?

I was.

You knew that he was
not a doctor?

I did.

So that you
deliberately went
out of your way

to violate the code
of an honorable
profession?

I deliberately did
what I thought best
for my patient's health.

Thank you,
Dr. manson.

After what
you've just heard,
gentlemen,

you must be convinced
beyond doubt

that Dr. manson's name
should be struck from
the medical register

for unprofessional conduct
in working with a person who...

I will not mince matters,
gentlemen...

Can only be described
as a quack.

Did you say quack?

I did.

A quack being somebody
practicing medicine

who is not
a qualified doctor?

Well, of course.

Have you ever heard
of Louis pasteur?

Naturally.

Would you call him
a quack?

No.

Would you perhaps
call him

possibly.

Well, he wasn't a doctor.
Neither was ehrlich,

the man who gave medicine
the best and most specific
remedy in its entire history.

Nor was haffkine,
who fought the plague in India

better than any qualified man
has ever done.

Nor was metchnikoff,
nor was...

But perhaps that's enough
to be going on with,

just to remind you,
Mr. boon,

that every man fighting disease
who hasn't got his name
on the register

isn't necessarily
a knave or a fool.

Mr. president,
is Dr. manson
to be allowed

to compare
stillman with these
illustrious names?

Dr. manson...

Please. Why not?

They're only illustrious
because they're dead.

Koch was laughed at
in his lifetime,

just as stillman
is being abused now.

Stillman has had to fight
prejudice and jealousy

in his own country
and has overcome it,

but apparently not here.

Richard stillman
is a great man.

He has done more for
tuberculosis than any man
living in this country,

but because he is
outside the profession,

he has to be hounded by men
inside the profession

who have been fumbling with t.B.
All their lives.

Sir, I protest.
This is strictly
out of order.

Do you realize
what you are saying?

I do, sir.
I am supposed to have
done something infamous

by assisting stillman,
an unregistered man

and probably the best man
in the world on this
type of case.

I ask you gentlemen,
is it infamous

for a doctor
to be directly instrumental

in saving a human life?

Gentlemen, it's high time
we started putting
our house in order.

We're everlastingly saying
we'll do things, and we don't.

Doctors have to live,
but they have a responsibility
to mankind, too.

If we go on
trying to make out

that everything's right
inside the profession

and everything's
wrong outside,

it'll be the death
of scientific progress.

I only ask you
to remember the words
of our own hippocratic oath:

"Into whatsoever houses
I shall enter,

"I will work for the benefit
of the sick,

holding aloof from all wrong
and corruption."

How many of us
remember that?

How many of us
practice that?

I have made mistakes...
Mistakes I bitterly regret...

But stillman
isn't one of them.

And if, by what has been called
my infamous conduct,

I have done anything,
however small,

to benefit humanity,

I am more than proud,
gentlemen;

I am profoundly grateful.

Thank you, sir,
for letting me speak.