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Nurses and attendants.

Don't follow the false doctrine
that's told everywhere now,

even by the doctors at Charit�.

The fact that one believed
he'd found some bacilli...

...didn't get us a step closer
to healing diseases.

The body has to heal itself...

...with good nursing
and the help of God.

It seems the demon of so-called progress
has settled in the women's ward.

A tidying hand is needed.

That's why Sister Therese
is taking over management.

Nursing mustn't know rest,
frustration, or disgust.

If you wash the sick, remove excretions,
watch them at night, or scour the floor,

every job is equally important.

Even our savior humbly carried his cross.

And never forget what Charit� means.

Charity!

Right then. Get to work!

Special edition! Special edition!

The Crown Prince had
an operation in San Remo.

-Thanks.
-Thank you.

Special edition!

PART ONE
CHARITY

Hello.

-The name?
-Weidemann.

Don't look at it.

-Stop pushing!
-Get in line.

Please.

Didn't you hear me?

Come with me.

What are you doing?

Dr. Ehrlich!

What's your name?

Make way!

-Ida.
-Ida!

Ida what? Do you have a surname?

Careful.

She has fever and pain
in the left abdomen.

I suspect an acute appendicitis.

Call the porters.
she needs surgery.

I'm sure the girl has no money.

Direct payer or insured?
Direct payers are 3 Marks a day.

She has an appendicitis.
We'll use her for teaching purposes.

Bergmann will operate.

-The Professor isn't even here.
-Dr. Behring can also do it.

-Not Dr. Beh...
-Pardon?

-Not Dr. Behring.
-He'll take care of you.

Porters!

Behring, it's an emergency.

I've no time.

But the patient seems to know you.

She insisted on
not being treated by you.

I've more important things to do.
A meeting with Professor Koch.

But Professor von Bergmann isn't
there and it's acute appendicitis.

How could you resist?

No matter how revolutionary
this new operation method is,

I won't risk my career
with Professor Koch for it.

And Von Bergmann just arrived.

With the imperial carriage?
That means he's returned

from San Remo with
the Crown Prince's larynx sample.

He won't have time to operate.

-Where's assistant nurse, Stine?
-I don't know.

Stop!

Unknown patient,
about 18 years old, high fever.

Write down:
Lenze, Ida Lenze.

What are you staring at?

Take her to theater.

I'll demonstrate
an appendectomy.

An operation on a
patient in this state?

She'll die anyway.
You want to kill her faster?

Let me worry about that!

You want to take out her caecum.

No proof
that it heals the bowel.

Cold wraps are far more effective.

Respecting your superficial knowledge,

only the appendage
of the caecum is inflamed.

It must be removed for the
patient to recover.

If it isn't too late and the inflammation
got to the abdominal cavity.

So, hurry up!

-Are you finally ready?
-Almost.

Gentlemen!

Let's never forget how much easier
operations have become with chloroform.

In the military there were
operations without anesthesia.

Professor Von Bergmann and I only
did a few of these operations.

We were first in Berlin,

and the survival rate of our
patients was encouraging.

Tischendorf, don't sleep!
Retractors!

The appendix is cut off at
the bridge to the caecum.

The remaining stump is sewn
with a purse-string suture.

Hold the retractors correctly.

Seems civilian Tischendorf
doesn't like blood.

Only an appendectomy can
save you from an appendicitis.

This patient also has high fever.

20% is the highest survival rate.

If she survives the next 24 hours
and the fever drops,

she might have a chance.

Here.

The corpus delicti.

Tischendorf, you sissy.

He'll call you names now,
you cannon fodder.

But there are better things.

-Really?
-Yes.

The empire's destiny
is on our mind.

Does anyone care
about exclusive news

that concern Prince
Frederick's health?

Une Section du larynx.

Laryngectomy.

The French show
the German heir to the throne

in such a compromising state.

Lese majesty.
From where, Minckwitz?

Von Minckwitz.

Aristocratic snot.

Never mind lese majesty,
they're all curious.

Caretaker Edith?
This is my cousin, Mariechen.

What are you doing?

A bed lodger impregnated her.
But they already have 6 people to feed.

The father's dead,
mother's a prostitute.

Have mercy with the poor baby.

Somebody has to abort it.

Stine, a doctor goes to prison for that.

Don't ask anyone here,
or you'll be dismissed.

You should ask around the students.

They like to take care of
their antics themselves.

-Gentlemen!
-Good morning, Professor Virchow!

Student Tischendorf will give you

an exact description of this lung now.

Tuberculosis of the lung.

Both the left
and the right lung are infected

and some spots are caseated.

So it was consumption.

But how did
that 17-year-old worker die?

You overlooked the tuberculous
erosion of the pulmonary artery, here.

So the guy bled to death.

You can sit down again.

But what lead to him getting
sick and therefore to his death?

Nothing but
his poor living conditions,

his lack of education, his hunger,

his life in a humid backyard flat,

where every bed is rented
to two or three lodgers

and 40 people share one privy.

So we mustn't wonder that

every fourth person in Berlin
now dies of tuberculosis.

Yes.

Von Minckwitz, Professor.

Don't Professor Koch's
research findings prove

that this epidemic is caused by bacilli?

Yes and the earth is probably flat.

Privy Councilor Virchow, let's not delay.

Professor Von Bergman
is expecting you now.

He comes from Crown Prince Frederick.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
My fatherland needs me. Let's go.

Frederick?

So?

I can't see any cancer cells.

Are you sure you took
the sample at the right place?

But his Highness definitely had cancer.

That may be true, but I can
only verify what I see.

Really?
So, there is no tumor in his larynx?

-The laryngectomy was superfluous?
-Virchow, use your common sense.

His Highness almost choked.

And the picture
in the newspaper is nonsense.

His Highness was operated on in his bed
because the Crown Princess was adamant

for her husband to lie on the table.

You can't operate like that.

What happens if Prince Frederick
has laryngeal cancer?

Hopefully he'll renounce the throne.
It's for the best.

Honestly,
Fritz as the Kaiser is a disaster.

But Frederick's son can't become Emperor.

-Why?
-He's hardly older than us.

Wilhelm is 28 and full of energy.

And he's national, that's what counts.

See you, Tischendorf.

Good sir, my cousin Mariechen needs
the talents of a gentleman like yourself.

A little procedure that can undo mistakes.

An abortion?

-That's forbidden.
-Then I'll kill myself.

I'm not a real doctor yet.

I wouldn't know how.

Here, feel the ill-treated heart
in my bosom.

You can do anything with me,
if only you get rid of Mariechen's child.

Please excuse me.

Privy Councilor!

There you are, Councilor!

I have to send a telegram
to Crown Prince Frederick.

Sure, no problem.

Can you say anything?

With all due respect, the medical secrecy
doesn't allow me to say anything.

It would be a blessing if
Frederick became the Emperor.

He'd finally push through
the necessary reforms.

Plans for a new sewerage
and the bill

to restrict child employment
are already in my drawer.

Put in a good word
for our desolate Charit�.

We urgently need to modernize.

What use are
our best surgeons

if they operate
in candlelight.

The only ones that don't complain
are the corpses in my pathology.

We'd need a drawing card
like Professor Koch.

-Well.
-Then we'd get money.

Bacteriology is the future. Trust me.

I think you're backing the wrong horse.

So far I can't see any practical
use of his hygiene institute.

The man is no clinician.

His bacteriology will probably
be history in two years.

Come with me.

This is Professor Virchow, head of
the Charit�'s pathological institute.

-Can you hear me?
-Loud and clearly.

I'm talking via manager
Spinola's device

and would like to send a telegram.

To his Majesty,
Crown Prince Frederick of Prussia

in San Remo, Zirio mansion.
This is the text:

"The roses bloom.

Virchow."

Did you get that?

Yes, you understood me.
Goodbye.

Now you hang up.

Please.

I'd never thought
you're one of the 99 fools

in Berlin who'd have such a device.

So far it's hardly been useful.

But I'm convinced of
the telephone's future.

I don't think it'll catch on.

People enjoy talking more
face to face.

My dear Virchow.
Your expression speaks volumes.

Come on.

Medical secrecy aside.

Can we hope for
the Prince to recover?

-Give the ball to me.
-Here.

Yes, shoot.

Can't I stay with you, Stine?
I'm so afraid.

You know that it's forbidden for
the caretakers to have visitors at night.

You have to go to your siblings, too.

Chin up! If six people can be fed,
a seventh one won't be a problem.

What will happen to me
if nobody aborts the child?

Don't do anything stupid.

How many do you think I've seen

who had their kids aborted
and crawled here half-dead?

Go home now.

Careful!

-Very good.
-Thanks.

-Thanks.
-Professor Koch? Am I intruding?

Ehrlich! Come in!

What have you got there?

My latest vital stain.
Look at this.

-Indophenol blue.
-And Alizarin blue.

Indophenol blue is in organs
with high oxygen saturation

and alizarin blue in others.

This means colors
don't form the same everywhere.

Certain colors can
visualize certain organs.

If that finding could be
used in medicine,

the effect would only develop in
the diseased organ and nowhere else.

That... That's brilliant.

When did you find out?

After work, at home.

Professor Gerhardt,
thinks this is humbug.

Come to my laboratory
and work there.

Are you serious?

I'm hardly making progress
with my cure for tuberculosis.

Now that the congress is getting
closer, I could do with your support.

It would be like Christmas
and Hanukah on the same day.

May I take that as a yes?
I'm glad we have a deal.

I've got one more question.

Why is the press allowed
to print that lese majesty?

The medicinal imagination of the
press is quite adventurous.

They even said that all His Highness'
teeth had to be removed

to reach his throat.

That's not by a doctor,
not even by an English one.

I won't laugh.

Where do these indiscretions

about the Crown
Prince's health come from?

I'd bet my shirt on the discretion
of Bramann.

He had to do the laryngectomy
before I even arrived in San Remo.

All the time he had a
loaded revolver with him

for suicide if it went wrong.

Maybe done similar.

Let's hope the Crown
Prince will recover soon,

and influence
the empire's history.

Well...

Dr. Ehrlich.

-Behring!
-What are you doing here?

Where's Professor Koch?

He just left.

You could at least be honest and admit

you spoiled my meeting with Koch
to get promotion yourself.

You imposed that
appendicitis patient.

Even I can't magic up an emergency
to get on your nerves.

Yes, please?

Dr. Emil Behring,
staff surgeon

and physician with the
Graf Werder.

I'm currently a surgeon.

Professor Koch wanted
a meeting.

Which you missed.
Give me that.

But when will he...
I mean...

Prof. Koch has applicants
everywhere.

Yes, but no one like me.

It's time, Miss Freiberg.

Thanks.

Any time.

Master Graef?
You're painting Professor Koch?

I adore that man.

Wait a sec.

Here.

A plate with a picture of him.

Excuse me, but from an artistic
point of view that is rather poor.

Tell me,
what's the Privy Councilor like?

What am I supposed to say?

He's thoughtful,
almost melancholic.

The classic portrait of a hero
seems a bit misplaced for that.

But he is a hero.

I read about
how he returned from India

and discovered the cause of cholera.

From swampy, humid, cholera-ridden
countries, you've returned home.

Now you may breed bacilli

and enjoy the fruits
of your journey for a long time.

But fame and thankfulness shall
reach you, father of bacilli, Koch.

Is that from your new play?

Master Graef, do you think

Professor Koch could be interested
in my music?

Please don't...

Almost 42 degrees?

She won't die, right?

Please don't...

Restlessness is a sign of pain.
Give her opium.

So? Could you find
a student for Mariechen?

We women always
solve it on our own.

Could you lend me
your sewing scissors, Edith?

Look, Prince Frederick
with his whole family.

For five pfennigs?
The whole monarchy isn't worth that.

Edith.

The public doesn't care if it's Fritz,
Wilhelm, or Waldemar.

The emperor can go to hell.

You could end up in prison.

The light should be off by now.

And Stine?
Your cousin Marie has been admitted.

Mariechen, what have you done?

-What's wrong with her?
-Lower leg fracture on both legs.

-She fell out of the window.
-Impossible.

You didn't...

The children asked for you,
Miss Ida.

I miss them as well.

You should recover
as soon as possible.

I heard that the principalities already
thought about employing a new nanny.

Why? Tell them that I'll get
to work again tomorrow.

You can't leave tomorrow.

Sister Therese, please. I have to.

Miss Lenze just escaped death.

Tell your employers that.

And if he wants her to leave the Charit�
soon, he shall pay her medical costs.

Well, I just wanted to say...

I have to get back now.

Could you please give me my clothes,
so I can leave? Tomorrow?

-Otherwise I'll lose my job.
-Me too, Miss Lenze.

Everything will be fine.
Trust in God.

Good morning.

Dr. Behring's sent me.

He wants to show your recovery
to Professor Von Bergmann personally.

Dr. Behring was here?

You were lucky he operated on you.

Only Bergmann and him
can do this new procedure.

I can't remember anything.

Sister?

We did an appendectomy.

You removed my caecum.

How do you know?

I'm the daughter of a Doctor.

Well, your father should
have sent you a little earlier.

My father's dead.

Sorry for being tactless.

Georg Tischendorf.

I had the honor to assist
during your operation.

Good you're improving.

Private talk with the patients
isn't proper.

What's she doing here?

The poor soul tried
one sin with another.

Miss Lenze.

To be honest, I didn't dare to hope
I could present you alive again.

Thanks, Tischendorf.

Your chances were around 20%.

So I owe you now?

Or should I say we're quits?

Don't worry,
I'll leave the Charit� tomorrow.

Maybe you want to take a look at the
corpus delicti that almost took your life.

How exactly
is the surgery performed?

How do you close the wound
after the appendix has been removed?

How do you stop the bleeding?

Well... You have strange interests
for a woman.

Good morning, gentlemen.

What have we got, Dr. Behring?

18-year-old patient.
Inflammation of the appendix vermicularis.

Quite challenging,
due to the risk of perforation.

Post-operative healing?

Complicated.

Her temperature was near
41 degrees Celsius for 36 hours.

It went down
into the sub-febrile area.

Quick and spontaneous return.

Well done colleague.

Gentlemen!

Unfortunately, too few colleagues
master the appendectomy.

Some even doubt it being useful.

That way they leave the patient to
the natural and mostly deadly process.

But we at the Charit�
will give the progress its break.

You can sit down
again, Privy Councilor.

Thanks, Master Graef.

So?

How's your research going?

Well, Graef...

When I discovered the
tuberculosis six years ago

I thought it would
be easy to find a cure.

But even after hundreds
of tests, I still have nothing.

I feel like a charlatan.

With a consumptive disease,
you chose a powerful enemy.

My nymph's father
died of it as well.

Who is that?

Hedwig Freiberg.
A new young actress.

I can't remember
the last time I went to theater.

My wife's not fond of that.

Miss Freiberg might be right then.

About what?

That I should give you this ticket.

She sends her regards.

Thanks.

Look at that.

I've a bed all for myself.

Our youngest, little Berta.

She's so glad
she still has her big sister.

They need you.
And Stine loves you as well.

I probably have a guardian angel.
He'll help with the baby as well.

Alright!
Visiting time will end in five minutes.

Five minutes.

Miss Lenze?
Could you please follow me?

Why are you doing this to me?

You shouldn't leave yet.

Hurry up and you can leave
the house with the visitors.

Stop there, Miss Lenze.

Who gave you your clothes?

I did, Matron Mother.
Miss Lenze wants to go home.

I didn't know patients
discharge themselves.

Have you checked whether
the medical costs have been paid?

Not yet, Matron Mother.

-Holy Simplicity.
-I can assure you

that the Z�lows will pay my fee.

The money has already been sent.

If they didn't,
I'll return tomorrow.

No, you'll stay
until the money's here.

I'll send a message.

And we'll talk later.

? For eight groats, the mother ?

? Is standing in the courtyard ?

? To men and women alike ?

? She gives a chamber
Light and a bed ?

? In Berlin, in Berlin ?

? Where women cost money ?

? In Berlin, in Berlin ?

? Where women cost money ?

? From time to time, after three days ?

? She often feels regret ?

? I don't feel too good after all that ?

? Maybe I even got a souvenir ?

? In Berlin, in Berlin ?

? Let the evil men move on ?

? In Berlin, in Berlin ?

? Let the evil men move on ?

See you tomorrow.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Councilor Robert Koch.

It really is you.

I didn't dare
you'd accept my invitation.

What an honor.

Congratulations, Miss Freiberg.

Great performance.
I'm overwhelmed. I...

I've got a present for you.

Master Graef told me
that you're interested in my work?

Yes.

Bacteriological investigations
on different materials used as lingerie?

That sounds almost indecent,
Councilor.

No, it's thoughts
concerning hygiene.

I love hygiene.

What are you doing?

I'm reading.

What is the noble lady reading?

What, if I may ask?

Robert Koch
gave it to me. Personally.

-Councilor Koch?
-He was at the theater.

He wanted to see me on stage.

I can imagine what he wanted.

It's about hygiene.
I think that's a very interesting topic.

Mum, don't look at me like that.
You should read this.

Did you know that contact with old
clothes and rags can transmit diseases?

It's all in there.

Okay, listen.

The Potsdam report
by the government also says

that rags carried pox in two cases.

Others say that scarlet fever
and diphtheria emerged from rags.

Is my cloth no good anymore?

Nonsense, mum.

You turned every rag into
a beautiful evening dress.

Take care!

Such stories never end well.

He really likes me, mum.

Gentlemen!

When Berlin, Germany,
and France's cathedral

ring at the same time as
the castle's bells,

one of the royals
must have died.

Who?
The Emperor or the Crown Prince?

The Emperor's dead.

May he rest in peace.

Long live our new Emperor Frederick.

-God Almighty.
-God Almighty.

We thank you for sending us
illnesses as tests to purify us.

Don't just heal our bodies,
but our souls.

...but our souls.

We ask you to help us endure the pain.

We need a Doctor for Mariechen.

Did she drink
the alcoholic liniment?

Stine!

Stine!

It's impossible.
You don't die from a broken leg.

So, my colleague.
What was the cause of death?

I'd assume a lung embolism
with heart failure.

I'd like to confirm
Dr. Ehrlich's assumption.

The reason
for a pulmonary embolism is usually

a leg-vein thrombosis.

In this case
it was probably caused

by the immobilization
after the lower leg fracture.

Excuse me.

It's unusual that the patient
slurred before her death.

She would have been alive
if I hadn't injected her.

An abortion? You?

With your surgical skill,
she'd be just as dead now.

Gentlemen, I can show you
a rarity now.

It really is a leg-vein thrombosis,

but due to a congenital
defect of the cardiac septum,

the thrombus didn't get
to the lungs, but the brain.

The resulting stroke explains why
the patient slurred before her death.

Well, you won't see
that again in the future.

Gentlemen,
senior physician Ehrlich will leave us.

He'll become a rising star
at the Robert Koch Institute.

Nothing's been decided yet.

And here's an interesting
secondary finding.

A uterus gravid.

Which of you wants to dissect
this embryo for our pathologic collection?

Careful!

I told patients that they have
tuberculosis a thousand times,

but now that I myself am affected

I feel like an outcast.

Are you sure that it's tuberculosis?

With the amount you smoke,
you have good reason to cough.

Breathing at the top
of the lung are weaker,

the bloody sputum,
the loss of weight.

We mustn't fool ourselves.

What shall we do now?

I have to get treatment.

Egypt would be best.

The climate
is good for the healing process.

Some of my patients
cured their tuberculosis entirely there.

I'll go with you.

-In your state?
-We're doing fine.

And the girls?

They can stay with my parents.

I'll send mum a telegram.

Yes, fine.

Thanks.

Careful.

Your medical bills
still haven't been paid.

The Z�lows refused to pay you and sent
the message that you're dismissed.

Our messenger was also given your report

and possessions
with best wishes for the future.

So, you will have to settle
your debt of 137.10 Marks

by working here as assistant nurse.
You'll get third class rations

and work from 4:30 a.m.
to 10:00 p.m. every day

and two night shifts per week.
Sunday, time off from three till six.

But you're only allowed
to go out with my permission.

Visitors prohibited.

Sister Therese, show her
the bedroom and give her the uniform.

Miss Lenze is under your supervision,
don't betray me again.

Turn her into
a useful assistant nurse.

Hello, Doctor.

The school children only get
one free loaf of bread a year.

On the Emperor's birthday.

Couldn't God wait a little longer?

Surely those two weeks
weren't important.

The kids will have to wait for
Emperor Frederick's birthday.

No, that's in October.

I'm afraid God won't wait
until then again.

Whatever.

Miss Lenze.

I thought you'd
been dismissed?

You'll have to cope with me
a bit longer.

I must work my debts.

I'm sorry for that.

But after a while you'll realize
that a hospital is quite interesting.

Maybe for you,
but I'm an assistant nurse now.

If you hadn't failed me,
I wouldn't be in this situation.

After all you saved my life,

so we're quits once and for all,
Dr. Behring.

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