All language subtitles for The.Citadel.1938.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]bubulac

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.

- Only just got your parchment?
- Yes.

I knowed it. Last assistant only
stayed 10 days.

- 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.

Well, come along, then, Dr. Manson.

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

and you and poor little me
will get on a treat.

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, son,

and you're anxious to get started.

Hmm? Oh.

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

What, another?

I'm the doctor.

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...

uh... her temperature is a bit high, but...

did she have a chill?

That's right. Three or four 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, LSA.

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 three 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.

They can swill it by the tubful

whilst nature makes them well.

What do they say in the little red book?

"When in doubt, give spirit of niter." Ha!

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 three 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.

Typhoid. Of course.

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 five.

But do you really think Gribley
answered the telephone himself?

Oh, 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
six months to pay for it.

No. Look at the slide, I mean.

Very clumsily done, of course.

Practically botched, in fact.

I'm no lab merchant.

If anything, I'm a surgeon,

but you have to be a jack-of-all-trades

under this blinking system.

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

I should say not.

Have you got cases, too?

Four in the same area.

Those bugs come from the wells
in Glydar Place.

The main sewer is to blame.

It leaks like the devil and seeps

into half the low wells
in that end of the town.

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
three 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?

Yes?

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.

Well, 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.

- Oh, she did, did she?
- Yes, indeed.

Did she, really?

Well, 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.

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.

Now, you must send that child
home this minute.

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.

Good morning, Dr. Manson.

Thank you for coming.

That was very nice, children.

Hmm? It's the missus.

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 alright. 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!

The child is dead.

It is God's will.

Let it alone.

You've got a son, Joe.

And the missus?

They're both alright.

Thank God.

I'm a doctor.

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 six parts nitro with two 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!

Another drink,

I'm not sure I won't blow up
the Town Hall.

Good. I was always fond of fireworks.

Will it make a very loud bang?

Like thunder, old boy.

Good.

Shh.

- Whew!
- Whew!

Come into the garden more.

Take a look at the cracks in that wall.

Take a last look.

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

Hawkins! Hawkins!

Three...

Five...

Six! That's the lot.

Farewell to one bit of rottenness.

Morning, everybody.

Well, 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.

Well, Lizzie Jane, how are you today?

Alright. Thank you, doctor.

'Does it hurt, Lizzie?'

Not too much today, doctor.

Uh-huh. That'll be quite
alright till Monday.

Then we'll have a new one.

Thank you, doctor. Come, Lizzie.

Good day, Mrs. Perry.

Good day, doctor.

- Bye, doctor.
- Goodbye, Lizzie.

Well, who's next?

I, uh, I believe I am.

Uh, 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.

Again.

Once more, please.

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, goodbye.

Goodbye. 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 alright.

I'm afraid I was a bit officious myself.

- Oh, no.
- Not very helpful.

I'm awfully sorry.

That's quite alright.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Oh...

How... is school?

Well, rather quiet, I'm afraid.

Oh?

Measles.

Dr. Manson? I want you.

Doctor!

- Yes, Mrs. Page?
- Are you deaf?

No, I'm not, but if I were

I'd have heard you alright. What is it?

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.

Hmph. 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'm waiting, Mrs. Page,
and if you don't hurry up

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.

Well, 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.

But 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?

Good day, Dr. Manson.

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

I'll 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 four 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?

Well, I... I was dissatisfied...

Oh, 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 3 Mrs. Doctor Page

- and I know what you mean.
- Good.

There were no medical
facilities of any description.

I don't want to say anything
against Dr. Page.

- Please don't misunderstand me.
- No, no.

My hands were completely tied.

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

Why?

Because I'm 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?

Yes. Tell us.

Do you speak Welsh, Dr. Manson?

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

A lot of good that would be here.

I always found it extremely useful

for swearing at my patients.

We are very struck by two
testimonials here.

One is from a Dr. Denny,
who has the MS

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.

When it comes to attending

their families you understand?

Mmm. Too bad.

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.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Well, goodbye.

I say...

You wouldn't marry me, would you?

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?

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.

Aye.

Good afternoon, everybody.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon, (Badge.

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.

Alright, 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. Alright.

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, alright, 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.

I don't need examining.

I ain't been examined in seven years.

Don't you think it about time you were?

Come on.

Alright. 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."

Fifteen 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.

- What's your work?
- Driller.

- Which mine?
- Fantavlon.

Fantavlon.

Gadge, call those other men in, will you?

Yes, doctor. Inside.

How long has this been troubling you?

Oh, getting on for about three 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?

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.

X-rays, complete laboratory
tests, and treatment.

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 missus
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.
- Yes, doctor.

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 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.

Yes, doctor. Outside.

He's not very backward about asking

- a lot of questions, is he?
- No.

Adam's West. Number three shaft.

West Dispensary.

Yes. Yes. Right away.

- What is it? What is it? Quick!
- Mr. Boon,

manager of Adam's West.

Will you go to number three?

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

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?

We can't shift him nohow.
We've tried everything.

Get back then. Let the doctor come.

Sam.

Can't we crack the base of this?

That would take four 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.

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

Alright. Let's get him out.

Bring the stretcher.

Move fast, men.

That's it, the rest of the roof.

Steady with the stretcher.

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 alright.

Andrew! Andrew.

There. I'm alright.

What-what is it?

What's the matter?

I'm alright.

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, Manson. 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.

Twenty 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.

But you're young, Manson.

Don't try and tear down the
walls of Babylon in one day.

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.

That is right, isn't it, doctor?

Oh, yes. Yes. Quite alright
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 alright 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.

- Hello.
- Hello, Andrew.

Hello, Mrs. Page.

- I say, Chris.
- Hmm?

There's talk around the town

about what's going on in this room.

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 this.

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.

Good.

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.

So this is the dark place of mystery, is it?

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.

I think it's a disease caused
directly by the work they do

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?

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.

And everybody
knows what is the cure for it.

And what's that, the pink medicine?

- Of course, it is.
- That's right.

But medicine won't do you any good

unless I know what's causing the trouble.

Surely you can understand that.

Alright, Gadge, give them back
their cards.

Once this is out

tomorrow there will be more
wanting their cards back.

Bit of a worry, isn't it?

Gadge, ever heard of Sir John Abbey?

Of course I have.

Well, I studied
medicine under him in Scotland.

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,
but they just pushed past

through the hall and into the lab.

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.

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!

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

well, why do you men take white mice

and canaries down the mine?

- What's that got to do with it?
- Mind your own business!

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

We don't need you to tell us!

And when these mice get finished
by a whiff of gas

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

Ah, shut up!

Well, you don't call that
useless cruelty, do you?

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...

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!

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.

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 three last week

just as good at half the price.

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

Alright.

Alright, I'll give you the rest on Monday.

Good day to you.

Oh, doctor.

Yes?

I want to talk to you about my ears.

What's the matter with them?

Nothing.

They need piercing.

Yeah? Sit down.

How much are you
going to charge, doctor?

Seven and six.

Seven and six? My friend said

she had hers done for five shillings

and her doctor's highly experienced.

Alright, five shillings.

Okey-doke.

Well, lady Manson, how would you like

some spaghetti 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?

Cara, 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?

You will. You will.

Well, when I do get any patients

I'll put them on a diet of ravioli

and spaghetti a la Bolognese.

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.

Si.

Doctor, someone's at your door.
I heard the bell ring.

Oh, that's alright, Anna.

I don't want any Shoelaces,
silk stockings

vacuum cleaners,
instantaneous water softeners.

They rang two or three times.

For you, I hope someone's very sick.

No peace for the wicked.
Thank you, Anna.

Hello. Are you looking for me?

- Oh, are you the doctor?
- Yes.

Could you come at once, please?
We couldn't get our usual doctor

and something's happened
to one of our customers.

- She's rather important.
- Is it urgent?

Oh, yes, very. I should think so.

Here's a doctor, Mr...

Oh, thank goodness
you've come, doctor.

Toppy, will you pull yourself together?

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 alright. You needn't leave.

Would you clear that for me please?

Come along then.

There now, there now.

You'll soon be alright.

You'll soon be alright.

I won't 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 alright 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.

Alright...

if you insist.

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

Not twice in one day, please.

Just the looks on their faces

the funniest thing I've ever seen.

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

I'd advise you to take yourself
seriously in hand.

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.

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.
- Have you, by Jove?

It must be a good one if it
brings you to this place.

Oh, nothing so grand. 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?
- 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.

Might be something
in your line, Lady Raebank.

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?

Take a good look at him.

He'll soon be sending you so
many patients

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?
- Yes, darling.

Absolute gold mine, this place.

Looks like a coal mine to me.

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon.

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 lungs.

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?

I had one or two
very peculiar feelings in the night.

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.

Cough, please.

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.

That's very reasonable.

Cough, please.

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.

Thank you, doctor.

Lady Raebank's engaged
with Dr. Lawford.

Oh, that's alright.
Lawford and I are Sidekicks.

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

Oh!

- Oh, Charles, good.
- Hi, Lawford.

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

- How do you do?
- 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.

Anytime you'd like me
to see a case with you, Manson

I should be only too delighted.

Thank you very much, sir.
I'll send you one of mine.

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

Excuse me.

May I come in?

Come in!

Yes.

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.

Five 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...

- Hello, Chris.
- Why, Andrew!

What on earth happened to you?

Mrs. Orlando's still keeping
your spaghetti hot.

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 alright.

Oh, pretty good shot.

I wonder what I did right.

You kept your eye on the ball.

Usual bet's alright for you, old boy?

Yes, yes.

- Oh, good shot.
- Oh, my, yes.

I say, Freddy...
Freddy, what is the usual?

Five, five, and five, £15 liability.

It's easy money, Andy, old boy.

Give me my number two, will you?

Thanks.

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?

- Oh, I...
- 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 iridium 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 iridiums 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."

You'll notice Freddy's parsing of the word

"patient" is always feminine.

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 anesthetist
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 three and six
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?

Now, look here, Chris, I refuse
to be cross-examined like this.

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.

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.

Alright.

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.

This is an honor, sir.

Thank you, nurse. That will be
alright 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.
- I say, you're not in the middle

of being operated on 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.

Alright, thank you.

Dr. Manson, I'm sorry
to have intruded on you

- when you're so busy.
- 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, goodbye.

Goodbye. 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.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, 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?
- 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.

Alright. Thank you.

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.

I'll put you on my right.

Goodbye.

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...
- Denny the bad penny.

Right the first time.

- Oh, Denny.
- Denny.

How marvelous.

Well, how are Darby and Joan
getting on?

Like a house on fire.

We're just trying a new car. Come along.

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.

No, thanks. I'm on the wagon
since I saw you last.

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 three 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.

Yeah, 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?

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 alright.

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,

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?

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?
- Hmm.

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.

Alright.

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-note,
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. Goodbye.

I'm alright. I'm alright.

Denny...

Glass of sherry?

No, thanks.

There's been an accident.

Andrew, I think it's...

I think it's...

I braked as quick as I could.

Alright. I'll take that down later.

I'm a doctor. 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.

Dr. Charles Every, Mayfair-9967.
Sheridan Nursing home, quick!

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.

I wish you could hurry, sir.

His pulse wasn't too good.

How is it now?

Very faint.

Hadn't we better try a transfusion?

We can't stop at this stage for that.

Swab, please.

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?

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 it
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.

That's it.

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

the greatest figure in scientific medicine?

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.