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NARRATOR: To those of you who ask
who was this Florence Nightingale

and what did she do

you would have to understand the
world into which she was born.

It was England,
Dickens' England,

where the people were divided
into two classes,

the very rich and the very poor.

But whether rich or poor,
it was a time of great medical ignorance,

when to fracture an arm
or a leg was to lose it.

(WALTZ PLAYING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

Look at her, William,
the prettiest girl in the room.

No wonder Henry is so smitten.

Our other daughter does not appear
to be enjoying it quite so much.

Sisters are natural rivals,
all women are.

That's why you men
are so conceited.

Poor Parthe will have a much better
chance with Florence out of the way.

You still haven't
answered my question, Flo.

But, Henry, I have.

I've told you
time and time again.

Yes, but you never tell
me the same thing twice.

Dash it all, Flo,
I have loved you for so long.

Ever since we were children.

And I've told everyone we
were going to be married.

Henry, no!

Is it because we are cousins?

Now, many cousins marry,
Florence.

My love will sweep away
your fears about that.

Henry, you deserve more than a
bride full of doubts and dreams.

All the same, I won't stop
asking you till you say yes.

Now, what more could you possibly want
from life than what I will offer you?

Love, honor, comfort,
a beautiful home.

What man in this room, in this
world, could offer you more?

Mr. Milnes, you are admiring
my almost sister-in-law.

She and my brother, Henry,
are about to be engaged.

Could you be warning me
off, Miss Nicholson?

You are a gentleman, I believe.

Take it as a piece of advice to save
you possible trouble in the future.

Trouble, my dear, is the most
interesting thing about the future.

Would you...

Yes, of course, Flo. Excuse me.

Richard Monckton Milnes,
at your service.

We've not been introduced.

Now, these are modern times,
Miss Nightingale.

The 1840s are not the 1700s.

However, if you feel the
tradition is important to you,

I can arrange
a formal introduction

through your almost
sister-in-law, Miss Nicholson.

I'm not exactly
known as traditional.

Well, neither am I,
Miss Nightingale.

When I'm not attacking
my fellow parliamentarians

on their indifference
to the plight of the poor,

I'm working on an edition of
the collected poems of Keats.

And you?

When I'm not pursuing
the more womanly arts,

I'm learning,
trying to learn opera.

Opera?
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hMmm.

If it's your passion,
it becomes you, Miss Nightingale.

And in womanly arts,
you are clearly second to none.

Would you care to dance?

Yes. Yes.

(WALTZ PLAYING)

WILLIAM: Fanny, are both the girls
going to join us for this ride?

Florence isn't even down yet.
I think she's trying on her new outfit.

No, not Flo. She's not
interested in such things.

She has a man's brain.
She thinks.

She does not, Papa.

For a girl who complains about the
idleness of the leisured class,

I think she's
the idlest of us all.

FLORENCE: Am I then?

Good morning, Papa.

Good morning.

Good morning, Flo.
You look absolutely lovely.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hThank you.
WILLIAM: Breakfast is finished.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h(HORSE WHINNYING) FANNY:
Never mind. She can still have some tea.

Good heavens, what gall.

Henry, what's wrong?

Why, that Monckton
Milnes fellow is here.

But who could have invited him?

I did.

You? But you mean you
invited him here yourself?

No, he's my guest. I invited him.
Such a charming man.

I'm sorry, Henry, I simply
neglected to tell you.

Oh, Henry, do sit down.
Control yourself.

(INAUDIBLE)

Florence.

Good morning, Henry.

William.

Good morning, sir.
\h\h\h\hGood morning.

I understand Mrs.
Burbage is in a bad way, sir.

Indeed.

She got burned last night, sir, while
she was helping over at Winston's place.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so glad you could
join us, Mr. Milnes.

I hope the ride pleases you.

Everything about this day pleases
me, Miss Nightingale.

FLORENCE: This way.

Miss Florence?

Williams told us
about your accident.

I came to see if
I might be of help.

That's so kind.

May I see the burn?

No, dear.

It's a terrible burn I've got.
You don't want to see it.

It is fearful, ma'am.
She screams if you even touch it.

But her wound has to be
kept clean and changed.

Would you please
bring me some butter?

Oh, no. No, you mustn't!

Don't be afraid.

No, it isn't that, it's just...

(CRYING)

Pretty eyes like yours should
never have to see such a thing.

It's just a burn.

(MRS. BURBAGE CRYING)

Just a hurt that needs healing,
nothing bad. It will heal.

(SIGHS)

There. There now.

(SIGHS)

Forgive my curiosity,

but when you left the ride I
couldn't help but wonder...

You spoke of womanly arts,
Miss Nightingale,

but I had no idea they
encompassed such a range.

It seems you enjoy making fun of
people's feelings, Mr. Milnes.

Only when I'm fond of them.

How could you possibly be fond of me?
You don't know me.

You only see that side of
me that everyone can see.

Then tell me about the rest.

\h\h\h\h\hThat's impossible.
Why?

Because it is.

Well, try to explain it then.

When I was 17,
I heard a call from God.

He spoke to me, Mr. Milnes.

Now you can laugh if you like.

And what precisely did
God call upon you to do?

I don't know.
That's what torments me.

Something more. To be more than a
pampered, wealthy little girl.

Somehow,
to use the gifts I have to serve,

instead of going
dancing and to parties.

Does that sound strange?

Florence, listen to me,
it is not strange

that a strong, intelligent
girl who was blessed by fortune

should wish to be more than
just an ornament to society.

Remember you're not alone.

There are many gifted people who
believe they should use their talents

in the service of others.

Besides, I'm sure Joan of Arc
enjoyed dancing, too, you know.

Now you are making fun of me.

Florence,

my greatest wish would be
to see you every single day.

(ALL CHATTERING)

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hCharles.
Florence.

Selina. It's so good to see you.

I didn't know you were
friends of Richard Milnes.

Well, nor did we
until he invited us.

It seems that anyone who's a friend
of yours is a friend of Mr. Milnes.

Marianne, I'm so happy to see you.
Is Henry here?

Do you think he has no pride?
I only come out of curiosity.

What kind of man is
this Richard Monckton Milnes

to court a young lady under the
very nose of her intended husband?

Marianne, I'm not engaged to Henry
and I hardly know Mr. Milnes.

From the way he looks at you,
if you knew him any better

you would be ruined if
he did not marry you.

Florence.

Dr. and Mrs. Samuel Howe
from the United States.

Florence Nightingale.

Miss Nightingale.

Hello.

Hello.

Mrs. Julia Ward Howe
is famous in her own right.

She composes books and poetry, and
Dr. Howe works with the blind in Boston.

With the blind, Dr. Howe?

But what can one
do with the blind?

Why, he teaches them,
Miss Nightingale.

Dear friends,
it's time for breakfast.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Do you really
think it's possible?

Oh, Selina, if only...
She's already 22.

She's so beautiful,
so accomplished.

Many men admire her.

But she does not admire them.

She's so strong-willed.

Where would I be now if I'd
been as stubborn as that?

You used to be, didn't you?

Age does wonders for a woman's
sensibilities, you know.

(GIGGLES)

Dr. Howe,

you said you worked in a
hospital helping the blind.

Well, we do more than just help
them, Miss Nightingale.

We teach them to read.

To read?

But how is that done?

Allow me to show you.

But first, I have to ask

that you pretend to be blind.

I always thought
that would be horrible.

That is exactly why what we
are doing is so exciting.

Now, Miss Nightingale, you are
blind, you cannot see a thing,

so if I were to give you a
piece by William Shakespeare

and ask you to read me a few
pages, what would you say?

I would say
you were mad, Dr. Howe.

Mmm-hmm.

So, if I were to
give you another book

and asked you to read to
me what would you say?

Why, I would still
say the same thing.

Now, Miss Nightingale,
I'm going to give you this.

FLORENCE: What is this?

This is what we have devised in
the Perkins School in Boston.

Do you feel anything?

Yes. Paper.
There's a small bump on it.

That, Miss Nightingale,
is the letter "A."

Here is the letter "B."

And here is "C."

Now, Miss Nightingale,
you are totally blind,

you cannot see a thing

yet can you tell me
what letter this is?

B.

Totally blind.

C.

Cannot see a thing.

A.

You see,

Miss Nightingale,
if you have a passion,

I would suggest the only way
to satisfy it is to pursue it.

NARRATOR: Florence knew
it was considered unthinkable

for a lady of quality
to enter a hospital alone.

But what she didn't know

was that when she crossed the
threshold of Middlesex Hospital,

she would be
changing her life forever.

(WOMAN CHATTERING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Yes. Begging your pardon,
what do you want?

I just wanted to know...

This is a men's ward.

They don't want
the likes of you here

anymore than you want to
see the likes of them.

Didn't you hear what she said?

Now what you want is the hospital
for the deaf and dumb up Blackfriars.

(ALL LAUGH)

I told her.

(WHEEZING)

(GROANING)

Help me. Help.

Help me.

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

FANNY: Did you say
the Middlesex Hospital?

Yes.

You mean, inside the hospital?

Not much to see on the outside.

You, without asking our permission,
went alone into all that filth and squalor.

That's a fair description of it, Mama.
How did you know?

How dare you address
Mama in that fashion?

Would you have me contradict her
and say that it was beautiful?

Or that the doctors
and nurses were sober?

Or that the floors were sparkling and
clean instead of filthy and verminous?

And that the stench was
almost enough to make...

Florence, that's quite enough.

Florence, if there is one thing that
we have taught you, it is good manners,

which you seem to
have lost for the moment.

Good manners demand that we never
make anybody feel uncomfortable.

And I cannot help but believe that
a lady of your bearing and class

made many people in that hospital
feel very uncomfortable indeed.

So dreadfully posturing.

So precious,
meddling about in a place like that.

Florence.

You have a kind
heart and mean well.

Visiting a cottage in
the country is one thing,

but visiting a public hospital in
London is another matter entirely.

Unfortunately, Mother,
you are quite right.

"Still as an island
stood our ship.

"The waters gave no sound.

"But when I touched
her quivering lip.

"I felt the world go round".

You wrote it?

Mmm-hmm.

I like it.

All but the "quivering lip."

(BOTH LAUGH)

Why are women's lips supposed
to quiver and not men's?

I don't know.

I love you, Florence.
Will you marry me?

Richard, I'm always so
happy when I'm with you.

You know that, don't you?

Isn't it wonderful,
on a day like this

to know that Flo is going to
make the perfect marriage.

Of course, the Nicholsons
will never talk to us again.

Marianne cut me dead yesterday.
And Henry...

A whole branch of
the family gone.

But Florence is happy,
surely that is the most important thing.

Richard, something
happened the other day.

I think I learned something about
myself I didn't know before.

I went to Middlesex Hospital.

I was drawn there.

I wanted so much to learn
how to heal the sick.

Instead of learning anything
or seeing anything.

I was frightened and ran away.

I want to be brave.
I don't want to be a coward.

I don't want to be sheltered
from the other side of life.

I used to think I was called to
heal, now I'm certain of it.

But I have to learn.

Your friend from America, Dr. Howe,
told me about a place called Kaiserswerth

where they train women,
mostly nuns, to become nurses.

But my family will be
horrified and forbid it.

Will you help me?

Will you be my friend, my ally?

Florence, you must believe me.

While others may oppose you
in what you wish to do,

I promise I never, never shall.

Then you will help me?

Of course,
in any way that I can.

But you still haven't
answered my proposal.

Oh, Richard, hold me.

Tell me that I'm not mad or
morbid and that if I succeed,

you won't stop loving me.

WILLIAM: Richard,
this is serious.

Do not let your love blind
you to a very real danger.

I love my daughter, too.
And I'm proud of her accomplishments.

But this
business of hospitals...

(TSKING)

(SIGHS)

Tenacity has always
been her downfall.

Well, I'm sorry, William,

but that is a quality
I especially admire in her.

You have not yet
tried living with it.

You know, to be frank, my wife and I
are appalled by this hospital idea.

We had hoped that when
she actually went to one

she would see how
unsuitable it is.

Thank heavens that she's agreed to this
idea in Europe with the Bracebridges.

(SIGHS)

Florence is not in Rome or Paris eating
bonbons or buying frocks, William.

Ah.

She's in Germany at
the Kaiserswerth Institute.

She's trying her best
to learn to be a nurse.

What the devil do you mean?

When Florence has an idea
that's very strong in her

she's like a mother with a newborn
child and hates to see that idea die.

And I, perhaps just as much,
would hate to see that idea die in her.

That's understandable,
you're in love with her.

NARRATOR: In Germany, Florence
learned about hygiene and nutrition.

But above all, at Kaiserswerth she learned
that nursing was more than just caring.

It was a science.

(DOCTOR SPEAKING GERMAN)

(DOCTOR SPEAKING GERMAN)

(DOCTOR AND NURSE
SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GRUNTING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SCREAMING)

(NANNY SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CHILDREN LAUGH)

(NANNY SPEAKING GERMAN)

You love children, yes?

Yes.

You have children of your own?

No. Not yet.

But surely some day.

If God wills.

(SCRUBBING)

Tell us, what were you
trying to achieve in Germany?

In London, one sees
the poor everywhere.

Here, all we look out
on are lawns

and beautiful trees,
but behind them...

Come to the point.

What I mean is, Papa,

that none of the people we know do
anything to help the poor, those in need.

Florence, do you know what
goes on in those hospitals?

I didn't know, but I know now.

I mean, what goes on between the
nurses and the medical students.

And the doctors. As far as they're
concerned, nurses are just harlots.

Parthenope, will you be quiet?

If I were a fainting woman,
I would faint.

Well, you're not.

Don't you see? We have to change our
attitudes towards the poor and the sick,

and towards women who would
go among them and help them.

Yes, but how do you
propose to do that?

By example, my own example.

To give, not just money and
things, but to give of one's self.

Are you trying to tell us that
you wish to leave Embley Park

and go and work
inside a hospital?

No one seems to mind the
idea that I go and leave them

to marry Richard Milnes
and live inside his house.

Look. Please, now listen.

Do you realize
what you're proposing?

You're proposing to
give up everything.

Papa, don't you see,
it's everything that I want to use,

not throw away or waste on
endless luncheons and teas.

Florence, all we ask is that
you not throw away the chance

to make a happy
and successful marriage.

Yes, yes, yes. Well, you settle it
amongst yourselves. I'm off to London

to get some peace and quiet.
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hPapa...

Oh, William, please.

It's not, truthfully,
that I do not care. I do.

I will not be part of
any more family rows.

See what you've done?

You can't come in here, miss.
This is a gentleman's club.

I know that. My father,
Mr. Nightingale, is a member.

All I want to know is, is he here?
Because if so, I must see him.

I'm not permitted to say, miss,
or madam, as the case may be.

It's a rule of the club.
If you'd care to leave a note,

I'll see that Mr. Nightingale receives
it when he is next on the premises.

If I were a gentleman,
you'd be able to tell me if he was inside.

Ah, if you were a member,
which is to say a gentleman,

that would be a different
matter, madam, I agree.

And were a member ungentlemanly enough
not to wish his daughter to see him,

would he cease to be both a
member and a gentleman or neither?

You've got me mixed up, miss.

Or madam, as the case may be.

I say, William.
There's a young woman outside

making an awful fuss
about having to see you.

Oh, now, now, W.E.N.,
what have you been up to, dear boy?

(MAN LAUGHS)

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hFlorence!
Thank goodness.

Oh, my dear, you know better
than to come looking for me here.

Papa, since this is
the place where you are,

surely looking for you anywhere
else would be rather stupid.

Women are not allowed in
the club and you know that.

But I'm not in the club,
I'm in the lobby.

(SIGHS) Anyway,
you look radiant.

Papa, there's something
I must discuss with you.

Unless I have your
understanding and help,

especially with Parthe and Mama...
What I mean is...

(SHUSHING)

I have reached the conclusion
that neither your mother, Parthe,

nor anyone else for that matter,

is capable of moderating or
controlling your interests,

which will free you from all feeling
of responsibility toward them.

As for me, I am now
totally on your side.

Papa.

But, for goodness sake,
don't tell your mother or your sister

or the rest of my life will be made
even more unbearable than it already is.

Oh, Papa.

Now, remember, we are in the club,
not too much affection in public.

RICHARD: Lord and Lady
Ashcroft, Florence Nightingale.

Lord and Lady Breerly,
Florence Nightingale.

Lord and Lady Monteagle,
Florence Nightingale.

Lady Monteagle is on the
committee for the institution

you may have heard of, Florence.

The Hospital for
Distressed Gentlewomen.

Yes. And I heard of Miss Nightingale
from Miss Marianne Nicholson.

Come, dear.

Mr. Gregory. Hello.

Florence Nightingale.

Look at him. When will Flo put
all this nonsense out of her mind

and make up her
mind to marry him?

Never. I'll wager
that she never does.

Richard is a very patient man.

Parthe, what was that
you just said?

Ever since Flo
was a little girl,

she has always done precisely what
she wanted and only what she wanted.

She'll never do things his way. And after
all, that is what marriage is all about.

Oh, really? I'd never noticed.

You know it's true, Papa.

A woman may say what parties to
go to or how a gown should be cut,

but the real decisions
are made by the man.

Florence will accept that.
She will have to.

Of course, she will marry
and so will you.

If I had Richard
Milnes paying court...

Now there's the man I want you to
meet, Florence.

Sidney Herbert, the most gifted
and influential man in England.

Secretary at War,
a brilliant parliamentarian, vastly rich.

He lives at Wilton, to my mind the
most beautiful house in England.

Newly married,
so you needn't make eyes at him,

and very interested
in hospitals.

And why do you care so much about
nurses and hospitals, Miss Nightingale?

What do you hope to accomplish?

Women should have some alternatives
to just being wives, Mr. Herbert.

Alternatives?

Yes. Now they have none.

Not in England.
None they can be proud of.

Nursing in a hospital
is considered disgraceful

when it should be
just the opposite.

For the good of hospitals
and the good of women.

But to change
the condition of the one

it is necessary to change
the condition of the other.

Bravo, Miss Nightingale.

There's a hospital that needs a
new administrator, Mr. Herbert,

the Hospital for
Distressed Gentlewomen.

If I could just be considered for the post,
I would attempt to do the rest on my own.

How do I look?
Am I dressed all right?

You look wonderful, as always.

I mean, mature, serious,
sober enough to be an administrator?

I must be mad to even try.

Well, Sidney Herbert
doesn't think so.

And he's an excellent judge of
horses, wine and sober, serious women.

Please don't tease me,
I'm frightened to death.

What if they laugh at me?

What if they ask me
questions I can't answer?

Richard, you know that Lady Monteagle
is a friend of the Nicholsons

and is clearly against me
for rejecting Cousin Henry.

Well, I clearly am for you.

Richard, I am serious.

Now, darling, those biddies couldn't
think up a question you can't answer.

Now what's the worst
that could possibly happen?

You'd be turned down for this post but
be offered another, Mrs. Monckton Milnes.

It's bad luck to try
and read the future.

Florence...

Please, help me, advise me.

Tell me to be brave, but don't ask
me to make decisions about us now.

I was going to say

that you mustn't let them think for
a moment that you're their servant.

Now, I know these committees.

They'll only respect you if
they think they're serving you.

Richard, you have
that sort of confidence

but I'm so afraid
I'm going to fail.

I'm not frightened
of that, Florence.

What scares me is,
what if you succeed?

I have tried to present the reasons I
believe I would be a good administrator

and the ways I feel I can
improve hospital conditions.

LADY MONTEAGLE: Miss
Nightingale.

Yes, Lady Monteagle.

Your qualifications are well set out in
Mrs. Herbert's letter of recommendation.

But your ideas, I believe,
are quite unrealistic.

Which ideas do you mean?

Well, for one,
your suggestion to

"install mechanical
lifts for food delivery."

(ALL LAUGH)

Well, our nurses have always
brought the patients their food.

Well, of course they have.

These lifts can save
much time and effort.

But bedside bells
for summoning nurses.

Why, patients will be calling every
moment for all sorts of silly things.

Not at all. I feel...

What about your suggestion for
piping hot water to the rooms?

We have cold water piped to the
rooms and that is quite enough.

Hear, hear.

When hot water is required, the nurses
carry it in jugs, as they always have.

You speak of these women as though
they were just pairs of legs, madam.

They have a higher
calling than that.

Do they, indeed?
A lower calling, perhaps.

(WOMEN MURMURING)

My nurses will be
dedicated to healing.

The health and care of the
patient is the important thing.

Your nurses?

They are not your nurses yet,
Miss Nightingale.

WOMAN: Quite, quite.

Frankly, my dear, you seem too young
to take on these high responsibilities

as evidenced in these well meaning
but quite impractical demands.

Ladies, please,
these are not demands,

but ideas for bettering the lot
for both the nurse and the patient.

Miss Nightingale, you have had
only a few short weeks of training.

Yet you come here,
you want to change everything.

I feel that this is...

I have come here in good faith
to say I want to work with you,

to make this hospital an even
finer institution than it now is.

If you agree, I would be proud
to be its administrator.

And if you choose me, I will put
into effect any good ideas I have

to make the sick more comfortable
and the nurses more efficient.

Thank you.

NARRATOR: On July 23, 1853,

Florence Nightingale was declared
superintendent of nursing

for the Harley Street Hospital
for Gentlewomen.

I must say you're looking far less
"not too bad, miss" on the whole

than you were this morning.

(LAUGHS) You do make me laugh
sometimes, Miss Florence.

(EXCLAIMS)

No. No, like this, Miss Stewart.

Remember? One arm under
the head and shoulders,

the other in the
small of the back.

(BOTTLES CLATTERING)

Oh, dear!

Nurse Davis, would you
come here, please?

This bottle is labeled
"Spirits of Balsam."

Luckily, I smelled it
before it was administered.

It is muriatic acid!

Well, that can't be.

From whom did you order this
bottle, nurse?

From the usual chemist.
He gives us the best price.

No matter what the price,

I want you to tell that man
that we will not use him again.

I will not have my patients at
the mercy of a careless man,

no matter what the price!

Your patients?

I were a nurse before you were
born, and a good one, too.

I worked for pennies,
'cause I cared whether the sick got well.

You just ask anyone about me.
And now you come accusing me

like I were a common cheat that
took money from the chemist...

You're accused of nothing,
nurse. I too care.

There's a sick
patient in that room,

who trusts us and could have
died from this medicine.

We will not use
your man again, ever.

Is that clear?

What if it's not?

Nurse, you're experienced
and well respected,

I had hoped to have
your support in my work here.

But I am the administrator,

and it is my job to protect
and help the patients get well.

We'll hire our own chemist

and have a dispensary
right here on the premises.

That way, there will be
a check on all medications.

Now, if that is not agreeable with you,
then just as we will hire a new chemist,

we will hire a new head nurse.

Now, do you understand?

Yes, Miss Nightingale.

Good.

This difficult job needs both of us.
Let us try to do it together.

My dear, your success at the
hospital is the talk of London.

You've become a sort of heroine.

You've achieved
what you set out to do.

Now, I really don't
begrudge the fame,

but, quite selfishly, I wonder about
our plans for the future together.

I need to ask you now,
finally, will you be my wife?

Richard, you've been so kind and
patient with me for so long...

Florence!

Please, I beg you,
don't force me to an answer now!

I must!

I always believed we
had an understanding.

But if you don't love me
enough to want to marry me now,

why should you in the future?

Richard, I've only just escaped
one kind of domestic life,

the life of family, and I don't want
to be nailed to it again so soon.

You're making excuses, Florence.

Have I ever tried
to nail you down?

I have loved you
truly as a friend,

but I have a passionate side
of my nature, too.

And that side of me
has to have an answer.

If you tell me again that you
want more time, you're saying no,

and I must take
that "no" as final.

You choose to make
it final, not me.

Very well, then, if it has to be
now or never, then let it be never.

And I shall never marry!

You're talking like a child,
Flo, and a spoiled one.

Of course you will marry.

I, too, have a passionate side
to my nature.

And perhaps I shall satisfy it
outside of marriage.

But I shall never marry.

Florence, don't say
you'll never marry.

Say rather that

you and I will never fully part.

I love you.

When I say it,

I'm saying goodbye to one whole
side of life and all of youth.

Past and future,
being torn apart, right here.

And I'm doing the tearing.

And now it's done.

(ALL SHOUTING)

(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE)

NARRATOR: While Florence's fame grew
in the world of British medicine,

England found itself entangled
in a war with Russia.

The glow of pride which followed
the first victories on the Black Sea

was soon to be replaced
by a feeling of national shame

as over half
the Army's casualties occurred

not on the battlefield,
but in its hospitals.

But if the medical supplies were
left behind at Varna and Calamita,

why in heaven's name
haven't they been shipped

to the main body
of the Army since?

They've had five,
six weeks to do it in.

Surely something so obvious,

something calling for no more than
a simple shred of common sense,

doesn't require a direct
order from London.

Well, I wouldn't believe
everything that this chap, Russell,

writes in the Times, you know...

In fact, I do believe it.

And even if only half of it's
true, it's still an outrage.

And one which the whole
country will be reading about

and justly feeling incensed
about from this morning onwards.

Yes, sir.

Miss Nightingale is
here to see you, sir.

My dear Florence,
what can I do for you?

Sidney, I would like to help
at the hospital in Scutari.

Scutari? Florence,
there's a big difference between

running a women's
hospital in London

and trying to merely survive
in a pest-hole in Turkey.

Here you're respected,
practically a celebrity.

There, well...

Have you any idea what life
might be like for a woman?

Women are strong,
stronger than you think.

I bow to no man in my respect for
women, but Scutari is a living hell.

Besides, it is
a British Army installation.

No woman would be
allowed to enter.

And even if she were,
what could she possibly do?

Exactly what the wives and mothers and
sisters of those young men would do.

Clean them, take care of them,
nurse them back to health.

Florence, I don't think you
understand the scope of this tragedy.

But I do, Sidney.

I want to raise a corps of nurses,
the best that can be found.

Pay them out of my own
pocket, if I have to.

Take them to Scutari with bandages
and shirts and medical supplies,

pound down the Army's doors
if they won't let us in,

and take care of
those wounded heroes.

This whole war is
a monumental embarrassment.

We wouldn't even be in it

if the Russians didn't believe
that on land we are vulnerable

as opposed to our
might on the seas.

And to make matters worse,
the Times sends William Russell

to record all of the Army's blunders
and the mishandling of the wounded.

Florence, what do you suppose will
be the reaction of the military

if they heard that a woman,
worse, a band of women,

is on its way to
rescuing the British Army?

Give me permission to try.
And if you can, give me funds.

Enough funds to show the world

that we won't let our soldiers rot away
in some foreign land for lack of care.

Sidney, our soldiers are dying needlessly.
What you're talking about is pride.

What I'm talking about is saving lives.
Will you help?

Florence, you can't!
The boat sails in 10 days.

You'd have to leave London
in less than a week.

And if I tried,
and if I succeed,

you would be going to a country
so vastly different from England,

you'd be in the most horrible
of circumstances.

No, Sidney, the most horrible of
circumstances would be to do nothing.

(WOMEN MURMURING)

FLORENCE: Experience?

MRS. BRENT: Nursed
all me own family.

Spent four years in St. John's.

And I've done scrubbing and
washing, too, to raise me kids.

That's perfect experience for Scutari.
Sister, sit down.

Do you know where Scutari is?

Some heathen place?

Near Constantinople in Turkey.

Are you married, Mrs. Brent?

I never exactly married.

I can go where I please,
and I please to go to wherever it is.

Why do you please to go?

For the money, miss.
Eighteen shillings a week!

I just always liked nursing the sick.
It's a sort of calling I have.

At least, I think I have.

I don't really know much
about it, nobody taught me,

but I just seem to know how
to make people feel better.

And I love it.
You know what I mean, ma'am?

FLORENCE: Yes.

Just call me Iris.

FLORENCE: Have you had any
experience in nursing, Iris?

Well, I sure like soldiers.
Known a lot of them, too.

I don't like to think of any I've
been with lying in that awful place,

wanting a human hand to hold,

or a woman to sponge them off
and make them better.

I feel the same way
myself, Iris.

I thought my calling
was to be a nun.

I tried,
but it was wrong for me.

So my parents arranged for me
to marry an Englishman.

He's in the Army
somewhere in the Crimea.

Perhaps in Scutari.

(DOOR OPENS)

You look surprised.

I am.

Please sit down, Nurse Davis.

It's the end of a long,
hard day and I'm sure you're tired, too.

I want to volunteer.

To tend the wounded soldiers in Turkey?
Are you sure?

Why me less than those others?

I've watched them in and out of here
all day. Am I any worse than them?

No. Of course not.

You're a competent, experienced nurse.
I'm just surprised that...

Surprised I want to go
with you? Well, don't be.

What do you say, Miss Nightingale?
Will you take me?

TRUDE: Miss Nightingale?

Trude?

Why, I can't believe my eyes.

What are you doing in England?

I have been here doing
work for Dr. Fleetner.

I am a nurse, I come to serve.

You want to go to Scutari?

Where you go, if I can be of
help, Miss Nightingale.

If you can be of help?

If you only knew how I've
prayed for someone like you.

Someone who understands,
who doesn't have to be taught.

Trude, I'm taking 40 women
halfway around the world,

nearly all with little training.

And I'm terrified I won't
be equal to the task.

You will. You will
be equal to anything.

I hope so, I pray so.

And those boys, they pray, too, I think.
And look, we are coming.

Sometimes I think
prayers are answered.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

There she is, over there!

But where are the Bracebridges?

All these women traveling to
the continent unescorted.

I'm so relieved Charles
has agreed to go with them.

Otherwise, I'd never
have allowed her to go.

PARTHENOPE: How could
anyone have stopped it?

Charles, we're here!

Hello.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Does Florence know you're here?

No, we cannot get near her.

She really is remarkable.

I never would've
imagined she was capable

of organizing and carrying
out a venture like this.

Hereditary, I expect.

I am so grateful that you and
Selina have agreed to go with her.

She'll need to be among friends,
however strong she appears to be.

There's not a lady in that
company, apart from Selina.

No one of our class would go, Mama.
I certainly wouldn't.

Florence!

I'm so glad you've
come to see me off.

Flo, do be careful.

Turks do not respect women
the way English gentlemen do.

I will be careful, Mama.

PARTHENOPE: Florence.

(SIGHS)

My sister, my little sister.

Flo, I'm so afraid for you.

This all sounds so horrible.
I could not bear to...

Parthe.

I want to go, I'm not afraid.

I know what I'm doing.

Of course you do, Flo.

Father, I hope you understand.

Don't ask me that,
I shall never understand.

But I shall always marvel,
with pride,

with awe, at the brave,
noble girl

that we raised in our family without
ever realizing that she was different.

Godspeed, my gallant daughter.

Richard.

I had to be here.

I'm so pleased.

You really are the most
adorable patriot I've ever seen.

I've missed you, Florence.

Richard, I'm happy to hear that, and to
know you're not angry at me any longer.

Will you write?

Of course.

And expect answers.

And I will send them.

I...
I am afraid of what's ahead,

but this is what I
was always meant to do.

I believe that,
and I want you to believe it.

I do, Florence.

CHARLES: All nurses stay together.
No wandering off, please.

RICHARD: Florence, my dear.

Hold your head high.

How many of us in our lifetime can
ever say, "I have made a difference"?

You are one of
those rare ones, Flo.

As for us,

I have no regrets for what is,

only selfishly at times

for what might have been.

Love, Richard.

NARRATOR: The journey
to Turkey took nearly a month.

By ferry from England to France.

By train to
the port of Marseille.

And by ship to Constantinople.

Florence, Bracebridges,
and her group of 40 nurses

arrived at the base hospital,
Scutari, on November 4th, 1854.

I'm Charles Bracebridge, sir.
My wife, Selina.

This, of course,
is Miss Nightingale.

I'm Dr. Clarke. Welcome to Scutari,
or as much welcome as it offers.

This is where you'll be.
Barracks Hospital.

This used to be a Turkish barracks,
now it's a British hospital.

Strange, this war.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hGood God!
This way.

We have at present
some 2,000 cases.

The wounded, some cholera,
some simple dysentery.

Hard to tell
the difference, really.

You'll be staying in the Barracks
Hospital, if you stay.

And I apologize in
advance for the stench,

but, well, these are rough
military quarters, you know.

I'll escort you to Dr. Menzies'
office, if you're ready.

Now this Dr. Menzies, sir,
just who is he precisely?

Our chief medical officer, sir.

He will give you
your instructions.

Our instructions, Doctor, come from the
Secretary at War, Mr. Sidney Herbert.

Certainly
Dr. Menzies knows that.

With all due respect,
Miss Nightingale,

you and your party are a long,
long way from home.

Dr. Menzies gives
the orders at Scutari.

Who is that?

DR. CLARKE: That,
Miss Nightingale, is the man

who gives Dr. Menzies
his orders.

Dr. John Hall, the man in charge of
all medical services for the Army.

He is here on a tour of inspection.
He just arrived from the Crimea, actually.

Doctor, please,
don't let us disturb your dinner.

You've had your dinner, madam?

No, sir.

I'll see that a meal is laid
out for you and your ladies.

Later on, when you've rested,
perhaps tomorrow or the next day,

we'll have time to talk.

Thank you, Doctor,
but we rested quite enough on the ship.

We are eager to begin our work.

Perhaps tomorrow, Miss
Nightingale, or the day after,

something can be
arranged for you to do.

Something can be
arranged for us to do?

Miss Nightingale,
our problems here are enormous.

We're already overloaded with patients
and are about to receive more.

There's been a big battle at Balaclava
near Sebastopol, with a great many wounded.

That means a mountain
of administrative work.

We're literally snowed
under as it is with forms,

indents, purveyor's warrants,
accounts to the paymaster general.

Now if you'd
brought us 40 clerks

instead of 40 nurses,
we could've put them to use.

(MEN MURMURING)

Sir, we are not clerks.

We've come a long way
to tend the sick and wounded

who, by your own description,
need us very badly.

DR. HALL: Miss Nightingale,

let me make myself very clear.

Why ever you've come,
you are now under my command.

What you suggest is,
of course, quite impossible.

No female has ever been allowed
to nurse in the British Army,

and that is that!

Have I made myself plain?

Florence,
we're wasting our time.

Dr. Menzies, I understand all too well
the restrictions of the British Army.

However, common soldiers who
have fought with uncommon courage

are lying just a few
steps away from here,

suffering for the lack of
what I have brought with me,

medical supplies
and dedicated nurses.

Surely you wouldn't
let your feelings about women

prolong the suffering
of wounded soldiers?

They are not my feelings
alone, Miss Nightingale.

There's a good deal of opposition,
prejudice, if you will,

among my divisional officers against
female nurses going into the men's wards.

Well, in that case, sir,
what the devil have we come here for?

I would ask you
the same question, sir.

Doctor, when can we at least get
acquainted with the hospital?

We are medical persons, as you are.
Tending wounds is our profession.

Very well, Miss Nightingale.
Your curiosity shall be satisfied.

Immediately after dinner, my aid,
Dr. McGregor, will escort you himself.

But, Major, it will be dark
at that hour.

The wards will be
as black as pitch.

Miss Nightingale will light them
up with her presence, no doubt.

(MEN CHUCKLING)

Or better still, bring a candle.

And Miss Nightingale,

I wouldn't eat too much
beforehand, if I were you.

SURGEON: Chloroform.

Don't you know, sir?
I gave orders!

No chloroform to be used in
any hospital under my command!

But this man's leg's in a terrible
way, sir, mangled to the thigh.

He's got to lose it, sir.

Smart use of the knife, sir,
is a powerful stimulant.

For it's far better
to hear a man bawl lustily

than to see him sink
silently into the grave.

Sir.

Gag.

(CRYING)

I've got him, sir.

(SCREAMING)

(RATS SQUEALING)

NURSE: 12 of us in here?

We've only been allotted
these three rooms.

Mrs. Bracebridge,
would you mind coming here, please?

My God, what is that?

A dead man from the look of it.
Russian, and a general, I should think.

Would you mind giving
me a hand with him?

Oh, God, I can't. I can't.

Well surely you can try. Come on.
Come on, take some of the weight.

Come on, lift him.

Come on, help me. That's it, that's it.
Sit him up, sit him up, sit him up.

Right, Trude,
we're gonna need help!

Charles!

Help us lift.

Got him? Now, lift.
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hYeah, yeah.

All right.

TRUDE: He's so heavy.

All right, got him.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hNURSE: You got him?
Yes.

Dr. McGregor,
be frank with me, please.

Why are you doctors so frightened
of letting nurses into the wards?

What do you imagine we can do?

It isn't a question
of being frightened,

it's just that women tending
common soldiers in the army,

it's not done.

Doctor, have you ever done things
in your life that aren't done?

Of course.

So have I. That's why I'm here.

Now, please show me the wards.

(RATS SQUEALING)

(SOLDIERS GROANING)

(SOLDIERS COUGHING)

SOLDIER: Have mercy.

(RAT SQUEALING)

What's that sound?

It's rats, madam.

I see they lie here for the most
part just as they were brought in.

No sheets or blankets?

None.

They're left where they landed.

Shirts?

What they've got on.

Laundry?

There is none.

Dr. McGregor, we have clean
shirts and bedding with us.

Please help us distribute
them to the men.

It would seem simple,
wouldn't it?

But the purveyor
must approve it.

The truth is, if your shirts were for
the officers there would be no problem.

But for the common soldier...

Well, you've already had some introduction
to the prejudice of the British Army.

Yes.

(SOLDIERS MOANING)

SOLDIER: Water.

(SOLDIER EXCLAIMS)

Are the windows ever opened here?
Floors ever cleaned?

No.

Are the dressings ever changed?

Are the wounds
ever cleaned at all?

Are the men ever
cared for in any way...

SOLDIER: Doctor.

...or are they just
brought in here to die?

SOLDIER: Doctor!

Have you finished?

No, I have not.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hMa'am.
Yes?

Have you come to
look after us then?

What's your name?

Tom. Tom Miller, ma'am.

Where are you from, Tom?

Cornwall, ma'am.

Cornwall is beautiful, isn't it?

Tom, we will be coming to look after you.
Try to get some sleep now.

I'll come to you soon. Yes.

SOLDIER: I don't want
to die here.

That boy's wound is infested.

Most of them are.

Better maggots than gangrene.

What are you going to say?

"You ought to be
ashamed of yourself"?

Would that help?

Miss Nightingale,
I do the best I can.

Believe me,
if I worked night and day,

if I begged and fought
for medical supplies...

If I killed myself
fighting conditions here,

do you think it would help
these poor wretches one bit?

No, they would simply be worse
off, with one less doctor.

So I do my best to
live with it, and I stay.

Dr. McGregor, I beg of you,
please help me to do the work I came to do!

Madam, there are centuries
of prejudice to overcome.

Only one thing has ever changed
anything in the British Army.

And what is that, Doctor?

Disaster.

My God, isn't this
disaster enough?

FLORENCE: Dear Sidney,

the conditions of the sick and
wounded arriving from the battlefront

are even more appalling
than this hospital itself.

Tragically, most never survive
the 12-day journey from the Crimea

across the open sea.

Those that do are so ravaged by
gangrene, cholera and exposure

that there is little
anyone can do for them.

Surely, someone
must appeal to Dr. Hall

about this inhumane treatment
of our wounded boys.

For the most part,
they are just boys.

Where's Mrs. Bracebridge?

Gone for her morning
walk, I shouldn't wonder.

Why must you always pick on her?

Because she deserves it.

She's got no stomach for this
kind of work and you know it.

When do we start work,
Miss Nightingale?

We can hear the men on the wards,
miss, calling out they are.

The stench in this place is
enough to give a man a fever,

let alone cure him of it.
And there are rats! I saw them.

Why can't they give
us decent quarters?

I just bet the officers
don't live like this.

Ladies, hear me out.
Mr. Herbert is thousands of miles away.

Our patients are here.

If we are to be
allowed to help them,

then we must bite our
tongues, do as we are told,

and show the Army that we, too,
can endure suffering without complaint.

But I never came all this
way to sit and sew blankets

while men are dying
for want of care.

If you can't make
them let us work,

why don't we just pack up
our things and go home?

Nurse Davis, you signed an
agreement to accept my orders.

My orders are to be patient,
silent and dedicated as a nurse should be.

I'm as good a nurse as any,
better than most.

But I'm not here
to waste my time.

I hear the men crying out in
there, and my stomach turns.

Get us in there,
or let's be gone!

You want to do what?

We want to clean your floors.

There are no brushes.

We have 200 in our store.

If we may not cleanse
and disinfect the men,

may we not at least go in and
scrub and disinfect the floors?

And throw open the windows to stop
the spread of cholera and typhus?

We have four miles of beds.
Four miles of floors.

And do you realize
how filthy they are?

Do you, Doctor?

It seems such a disgrace to let
the women do it by themselves.

We're not asking to
do it all by ourselves.

That's why we have
200 brushes, Major.

DR. MENZIES: Very well,
Miss Nightingale. Go ahead.

(ALL SHOUTING)

(TRUMPET PLAYING)

(EXPLOSION)

(GUNFIRE)

(SOLDIERS GROANING)

(GROANING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANING)

(EXPLOSION)

Miss Nightingale, there's been a heavy
battle at Mount Inkerman above Balaclava

I've been told to expect
over 1,000 wounded here

within the next seven days.

A thousand? But the wards are
hopelessly overcrowded already,

and the deaths from
cholera are still rising.

I was hoping we could
improvise something.

If your good ladies would help
out, as they did in the wards.

In the past several weeks,
your nurses have done tremendous work.

Really.

Few men would have the courage
to do what you have.

Dr. Menzies, we can help you.

But only if we are allowed
to attend to the wounded.

Is this a bit of blackmail,
Miss Nightingale?

Furthermore, we want
the purveyor's permission

to distribute free all the
shirts that we brought with us.

And your permission to hire
enough Turkish workmen to help us.

We have not got the funds.

We have. Over 29,000 pounds
raised by the Times.

Well, in that case,

if you could do all that, my dear lady,
it would be something like a miracle.

The miracle, Dr. Menzies,
will not be what my nurses can do

but that we will
finally be allowed to do it.

(COUGHING)

This man's shoulder looks to be shattered.
Place him over there, please.

Up the stairs, please.

Yes, ma'am.

NURSE: This way,
bring him through.

(GRUNTING)

Over there.

I shall look after him now.

You've had a long journey.

Now you're going to stay here with me, and
I'm going to be beside you all the time.

And you're going to rest.

That's right.
Close your eyes and rest.

Keep holding my hand.

Do you have a family?

I have a wife.

If she were here,
she'd want to hold you as I am.

Care for you
and help you to get well.

I'll help you
write a letter to her

and you'll see how
much better you'll feel.

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

NARRATOR: During that
terrible year of 1855,

over 2,000 soldiers
wounded in the line of duty

died in the arms of
Florence Nightingale.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

CHARLES: Florence.
It's us, Selina and I.

Come in.

Selina has something
to say to you.

Flo, I've asked Charles to
take me back to England.

Which, well, I suppose
I have no choice.

It seems like such a betrayal of
you, Florence.

Selina, why?

I'm not a nurse.
I have no purpose here.

What possible reason can
there be for me to stay?

For that matter, Charles,
what possible reason can there be for you?

I resent that.
We are here to support Florence!

SELINA: We're not supporting
her, she's supporting us.

Flo, I know it's you who's had to
cover up for all our inadequacies.

Selina, you have not been...

I am not as strong as you.

I cannot suppress my
feelings the way that you do.

Suppress them?

Is that how you see me?

How else have you managed to
survive and do what you have done?

Nearly a score of nurses that you brought
with you have gone down with cholera.

Half a dozen have died.
And yet you go on.

It requires a hardness, Flo.

You're different from us,
different from what you were.

I wonder sometimes how
you'll manage to go back.

Well, at least she's not going back
until she's done what she set out to do,

which is more than
you can say for us!

I mean, ever.

To that world we all once knew.

I suppose the answer is you'll manage
to do without it perfectly well,

as you'll manage to
do without us perfectly well.

CHARLES: For God's sake, Selina.

I'll say goodbye now, Flo.

I'm sorry I failed you.

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye, Flo.

Safe journey home.

Miss Nightingale.

That patient, the gangrene on Ward
Two, I'm going to amputate shortly.

I shall be there, Doctor.

I'll need the chloroform.

Dr. McGregor.

You should know
the symptoms by now.

For God's sake, for the sake
of this whole bloody hospital,

stay away or you'll
catch the cholera, too.

(SOLDIER SCREAMS)

Stop! You will please treat
these men with dignity!

God bless you, miss.
Are you Miss Nightingale, miss?

Yes. Nurse, will you
please see to this man?

Everybody knows your name,
Miss Nightingale.

What the world has not
yet seen is your face.

And who are you, sir?

William Russell of the Times.

And you are
Florence Nightingale.

I'm honored to meet you at last.

I can't believe the
change you've made here.

In the three months
since you came here,

you've brought some sense of order,
where before there was only chaos.

I have not been alone,
Mr. Russell.

Do you know that the soldiers
speak of you in hushed voices,

almost as if you were an angel?

At the front, you're
all that they talk about.

What's been done here was done by
ordinary people doing ordinary things.

It's the work of my nurses that has made
the difference, Mr. Russell, not mine.

And how do you explain
the quiet when you pass?

I can't. Sometimes,
listening to that quiet, I'm amazed,

because of the
suffering, the squalor,

and because in the
middle of it all,

there is this extraordinary
gentleness among men.

And they're the ones the grandees of
the Army call the scum of the earth.

I've got to know a lot of
them since I've been out here.

And you're right.
They're brave and they're good.

But I know no one who's braver or better
than the woman I'm looking at now.

That sounds like
newspaper talk, Mr. Russell.

No, it's not.
Indeed, you are brave.

And important to the British people.
You deserve the credit.

And it's my job to
see that you get it.

So you're attempting to
make me a hero?

I'm just trying to describe the truth,
Miss Nightingale. Only the truth.

I have to leave for
the Crimea in the morning.

Could we go somewhere and talk?

A man is about to have his leg amputated.
I promised to be by his side.

Well, maybe afterwards.
I could wait for you.

May not be an afterwards,
Mr. Russell.

That man's probably going to die by
morning. No man should die alone.

By tomorrow, you'll be gone.

If you're ready to wait
all night with that man,

I'm ready to wait all tomorrow on the
off chance that you might be free,

even for an hour,
Miss Nightingale.

All right.

NARRATOR: Now William Russell knew
what Florence had told me years ago,

that she had a calling.

This lady, who carried herself
with such dignity.

This lady, who carried herself
with such grace

that men kissed her
shadow as she passed.

This lady with the lamp.

WILLIAM: Fanny, here's another article
from Mr. Russell on conditions in Scutari.

Oh, read it, Papa.
Please, read it.

"Due to the heroic exertions of
Miss Nightingale and her nurses

"conditions of the Barracks Hospital,
so catastrophic but for a few months ago,

"have improved out of all
recognition and are still improving."

What an amazing girl.

Yet I shouldn't be surprised. Her
whole life has been leading up to this.

I am so proud of her!

(ALL MURMURING)

Robert! Robert! Robert!

Oh! Oh, no! Oh, Mother of God.

(CRYING) Oh, no! No!

My darling! My darling! No!

(CRYING)

No!

I know I had given
him up in my heart.

I began to think I'd
never see him again.

And I did see him again.

FLORENCE: Richard, though I am
hardly ever alone in this place,

I feel very much alone.
Everyone here has felt the strain.

If there is a hell on earth,
this must be it.

And when I think of you and
what our life would be together

I feel I must be mad or possessed
by the devil himself to be here.

I miss you, Richard.
I love you, Richard.

When did that bed become vacant?

Early this morning,
ma'am, took him away.

Isn't he the third man to
die in that bed in two weeks?

That's right, ma'am.

It's kind of a hard-luck bed.
I'm glad I'm not in it.

It smells bad down there, too.

(SNIFFS)

Nurse, Doctor.

Nurse Davis, take Tom out of that bed.
Put him into the far end of the ward.

Don't put any new
patients in this area.

But we're so short of space.

Nurse, please. Do as I say.
It may save lives.

(RAT SQUEALING)

(GASPS)

(RAT SQUEALING)

So, Dr. Clarke, how long
have you been out

in this infidel wilderness?

DR. CLARKE: Too long, sir,
I assure you.

What is that?

I believe it is
Florence Nightingale.

The lady with the lamp.

May I present
Dr. John Sutherland,

Dr. Hector Gavin and Mr. Rawlinson
of the special commission.

Gentlemen, you could not have
chosen a more opportune moment.

When I explain to you why,
it will explain to you my appearance.

I think your appearance is just
grand, Miss Nightingale.

You do? Then please follow
me, Dr. Sutherland. Gentlemen.

DR. SUTHERLAND: My God!

(RATS SQUEALING)

DR. GAVIN: Shocking!

Doctor, this entire building
is a veritable death trap.

The gases from the sewerage
channels are killing our men.

That's impossible.

Dr. Menzies.

What you have down there
beneath this imposing structure

is a sea of decaying filth.

The sewerage channels
are hopelessly blocked

by the bodies of
dozens of dead animals.

Every breeze, every puff of wind

blows poisonous gases
into the air works,

killing all those whose beds
are near the vents.

Worse yet, Doctor,
it appears your water supply

passes right through the
carcasses of two dead horses!

Dr. Menzies, we will hire workers
to clean these channels right away

or I am telegraphing London to
demand your immediate resignation!

Is that clear?

Miss Nightingale, there's a
soldier asking for you in Ward B.

She just left.
She should be there by now.

She's doing too much.
She'll wear herself out.

I can't bear to see
how pale she looks.

No paler than us,
locked up in this dungeon 18 hours a day.

Oh, I'm sick of
your complaining.

Why don't you leave then
and go home where you belong?

Who are you to
say where I belong?

You're no nurse,
you're just a common thief, a slut,

here to collect your 18 shillings.
It's easier than earning them on your back!

Why, you!

(BOTH SHOUTING)

NURSE: Iris!

(ALL CLAMORING)

NURSE: Let go!

Oh, my God!

Go!

Go from here.
You disgrace your calling!

Wait!

She called me names, Miss Nightingale.
Terrible names.

Ask the others if
it ain't the truth.

And I'll say them again.
Thief! Woman of the streets!

Don't you dare...

Nurse Davis!

Why do you torment your sisters so?
You're a fine nurse,

but ever since we came here your hand
that is so gentle with the soldiers

seems to be set against us.

Not against them, against you!

But why?

If I'd been born in your
place, I'd be the leader here.

Shame on you. For shame!

You think that's such an enviable job?
Then take it.

If it were in my power alone,
I would gladly give it to you.

This has been a terrible
burden on all of us.

Let us all try to
get some sleep now.

"It is Christ that died,
yea rather that has risen again.

"Who was even at the right hand of God,
who also maketh intercession for us.

"Who shall separate us
from the love of Christ?

"Shall tribulation, or distress,
or persecution, or famine,

"or nakedness or perils?

"As it is written, for thy sake,
we are killed all the day long,

"we are accounted as sheep
for the slaughter.

"Nay, in all these things, we are more
than conquerors through him that loved us.

"For I am persuaded
that neither death nor life,

"nor angels, nor principalities,

"nor powers, nor things
present, nor things to come

"nor height, nor depth

"nor any other creature shall be able
to separate us from the love of God."

NARRATOR: On September 7th,
1855,

John Sutherland wrote
Sidney Herbert in London,

"You little know what daily anxiety it
causes me to see her dying by inches.

"This woman, who tends to the
soldiers and to her nurses.

"This woman tends to
everyone but herself."

Miss Nightingale, since I arrived,
I've done everything you asked me to. True?

Yes, Doctor. True.
And more than true.

Well, now I want you to do
something for me. Will you grant it?

Hadn't I better
know what it is first?

And what if when you'd ordered
me down the sewers I'd said,

"I think I'll have to know
what's down there first"?

I trust that's not a strict
parallel, Doctor?

Far from it, I'm hoping.

Tell me, how long is it since
you enjoyed a decent meal,

served on china plate,

with knives and forks that weren't bent out
of shape, and a good-sized glass of wine?

I can't even remember.

Well, there's a small cafe
down in Scutari, I'm told.

Now you need, in fact, we both need a few
hours outside of this place or we'll go mad.

And then what use
will we be to anybody?

Dr. Sutherland,
is that an invitation to dinner?

If you prefer, not so much an
invitation as a prescription.

You persist in calling me doctor.
Well, what if I said in that capacity

that your work is suffering
from a lack of recreation?

Is that true?

No. But what if
I were to say it?

Then I suppose I would have to do
what you want me to do and come.

Dressed.
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hWhat?

None of that nurse's garb. The real benefit
only comes when you're all dressed up.

At 8:00, Miss Nightingale,
if you please.

And by the way,
thanks very much for the honor.

RICHARD: "My dear friend,"

"I hesitate to write this,
yet I know I must.

"I hesitate because I sense that
in the turmoil that surrounds you,

"you are much alone
and face many problems.

"Yet, and before anyone else
knows about it,

"I feel in duty bound to tell
you that I'm going to be married.

"If, my dear Florence,
we could live forever,

"I would wait for you
to come to me.

"But I cannot make time
stand still for either of us.

"I love you and will always.
Richard."

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

To the future and us.
To us tonight.

Somehow this
makes me feel silly.

It's good for you to feel silly
once in a while, Florence.

You've been cooped up in
that place for far too long.

I was joking earlier about being your
doctor, but your hand is trembling.

Is there something wrong
with you, Florence?

Nothing.

You must tell me, you know.

Nothing that as a doctor you'd
need to know about. I promise.

Then perhaps,
may I ask not as a doctor?

Today I received a letter from the
man I once thought I would marry,

only he's going to
marry someone else.

Forgive me.

He has every right to marry,
and I have no right to shed a single tear.

You loved him?

Yes, I loved him.

But when he proposed,
I could not say yes.

I put him off again and again.

I think I knew even then that if I gave
myself to him wholly and completely,

I could not do my work.
One passion would cancel out the other.

One of the reasons I invited
you here with me was that,

even though I see you surrounded by
people, I feel you're very lonely.

One has to be alone to be able to
think in the midst of all this turmoil.

I don't mean
being alone to think.

I mean, it's as though the path
you've chosen in life is lonely.

I am lonely,
but I don't want to be.

Sometimes, in the middle of the
night, I long to cling to someone.

But then I get
frightened and I...

I feel that if I give myself to
someone, I'll lose my way altogether.

It seems the only thing
you're afraid of is love.

Dr. Sutherland... Florence.

Do you really believe that a love
will take you away from your work?

That will never be.

Florence, you're
a divinely gifted healer.

Whatever you want
to do, you'll do.

Wherever you want
to go, you'll go.

And I would be most grateful
if in any capacity you choose

you would allow me
to go with you.

Forgive me, John,
I must get back.

Florence.

It won't help those people hungry at
the hospital if you eat well tonight.

I know that, but don't you see?
I can't swallow it down.

I don't choose to be as I am.
This is not what I wanted.

This, it is kind of a curse.

I can never have
a life like other women.

When I was 17
I heard a call from God.

I hear that voice still.

Go your own way, John.

Don't ask to go at mine.

NARRATOR: As Florence's fame
continued to grow,

a vengeful Dr. Hall took steps
to relieve her of her command.

Left with no other choice,

Florence made preparations to confront
the man who clearly was her enemy.

Miss Nightingale,
before you leave,

I should like to take this opportunity
of wishing you a safe journey.

Thank you, Dr. Menzies.

I also want to tell you
that I owe you an apology,

and not just because you're
to see the Inspector General.

We did not receive you very
graciously when you came.

I'm the first to
acknowledge that.

But your pluck and persistence,

well, those virtues are two
I particularly admire.

Every soldier does.
No man could have shown more.

That's what I wanted to say.

And you saying it
means a great deal.

NARRATOR: Of the original 40 nurses
that Florence brought to Turkey,

only 12 had survived
when she left Scutari.

Now, sick with fever, Florence led
her small band of travelers to Russia

for her meeting with destiny.

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

God bless you, ma'am!
You're a saint!

Florence, you look exhausted.
The journey was far too long.

I am a little tired but
pleased by our reception.

The men seem so encouraged
that we're here.

You're like a miracle to
them, Flory.

Is that you, Miss Nightingale?

Yes.

How long ago were you wounded?

A couple of hours.
Stray bullet it was, miss.

This man's wound should have
been cleaned on the spot

and the clothing
round it cut away.

Why has this not been
dealt with immediately?

Well, do it! Don't you have orders to do
that as soon as the man is found wounded?

Yes, ma'am. Very good, ma'am.

Florence, gently does it.

You told me that when I was so angry
with Menzies I wanted to hit him

because of the conditions
of the sewer. Remember?

I remember, John. Yes.

You Miss Nightingale, ma'am?

Yes, I am.

Where's Dr. Hall, please?

His tent is just
over there, ma'am.

Thank you.

Bless you for coming, ma'am.

SOLDIER: Sir,
Miss Nightingale, sir.

Ah.

Miss Nightingale.
A pleasure, indeed.

Forgive me, Doctor. But there was
a wounded man being brought in.

They said he was picked up
over two hours ago,

but in those two hours his
wound had not been cleaned,

the clothing round it
had not even been cut away.

\h\h\h\hlsn't it possible that...
In that case,

I trust you gave the orderly in
charge a thorough dressing down?

Dr. Hall, we've sent so many
letters and reports

imploring your men to take these
elementary measures at the frontlines.

Do you know how many
hundreds and hundreds

of cases of gangrene
we've had at Scutari?

Miss Nightingale,
I do not intend to be subjected

to a harangue by
a hysterical woman.

If that's the method
that got results at Scutari,

then I must warn you that I'm a
much sterner man than Dr. Menzies,

and far less susceptible
to the wiles of a woman.

Miss Nightingale, are you quite all right?
Would you like tea?

Yes, please.

Orderly!

Sir.

Tea for Miss Nightingale.

Sir.

(TRUMPET PLAYING)

(SOLDIER BARKING ORDERS)

Oh, well, you feeling better?

Yes.

Yes, you're a frail little thing.
I can see that now.

I'm not trying to belittle your
work, Miss Nightingale.

But when I read the papers,

with the magnificent achievements
attributed to you and you alone at Scutari,

it does grit one's teeth a bit.

Believe me, Dr. Hall, I have never
made any such claims for myself.

Well, you do not appear to disavow
them, all the same.

You have no real authority here at
all, I've told you that before.

Your report states that you're
the superintendent in charge

of the female nurses at Scutari.
That's Turkey, this is Russia.

British-occupied Russia,
but Russia nonetheless.

I did not come to exercise any authority,
Dr. Hall, but to discuss my ideas with you.

And to try, with your help,

to prevent the tragedies of last
winter from happening again.

Dr. Hall, much has been
accomplished at Scutari.

I had hoped to ask your
permission to stay on there.

But I see...

Oh, how softly you speak
now, Miss Nightingale.

Well, you may visit
my hospitals, if you wish.

It's the least you deserve. But I shall
need no help from you or your nurses.

I have a well-trained staff, thank
you, who don't coddle our soldiers.

We are not interested in your
wildly applauded ideals on morale.

We do not have
a little girl's army.

We have come here to gain a victory, madam.
We're interested in glory.

Men who can bear pain without
flinching, obey orders without question.

Something you might think about.
My advice to you would be

to spend a few days here, enjoy our
hospitality, and then go back to England.

But, Dr. Hall, I...

Miss Nightingale,

the British Army has a long,
long history.

And it will flourish long after you and
your nurses have disappeared and left...

Dr. Hall, don't speak to me
of the British Army!

The army is men, sir!

Unless we see every soldier,
every single one, as a human being

deserving of proper treatment,
medical or otherwise,

deserving equally,
whether he be of high or low degree.

Unless we do that, Dr. Hall,

your British Army will become
what it was but a few months ago,

an army of well-fed
officers who make wars,

and dying soldiers
who have to fight them.

I am interested,
not in prejudice,

and certainly not in conceit,

but in proper
treatment of human beings,

bodies and even minds.

I have come here to
ask you to help me,

not to learn the rules of the British
Army, but to change them.

Or the proud, great country that we
both love will one day be humbled

and lost because
of men like you!

Miss Nightingale!

She will get well, she must.

It is in God's hands.

Aye. If we can only
bring the fever down.

We have done all we can.
What is there left now but to pray?

Like us, all the soldiers,
they are praying, too.

I've come to relieve you.

No, no. I'll stay
a little longer.

You'd best get some sleep.

What good is it if you get cholera, too?
Who'll take care of her then?

She is right, Doctor.
You are exhausted.

I sleep to get
strength to serve her.

Without us, she's helpless now.

I will sleep for an hour.

I'll be here when you get back.

You're on fire.

Well, little Nightingale,

you're brought low now,
aren't you?

Not so pretty now.

Sickness can do that, can't it?

To the rich and the poor alike.

One thing to do
they haven't done.

They'd never believe it
weren't for spite, though.

What would you do
if you were me?

What would I want if I were you?

I'd want to live, little lady.

I'd want to bring
that fever down.

You heard the news?
Miss Nightingale's been taken very bad.

Go on.

They think she'll die.

Dear Mother of God.

Don't say it's that cholera.

They said it was
the Crimean fever,

that's what they said.

Richard.

(SHUSHING)

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hRichard.
(SHUSHING) It's all right, Flory.

It's all right.

My hair.

It had to be done to
break the fever, Flory.

And it is broken.
You'll get well.

Who?

Nurse Davis and Trude.

They've been in here,
faithful as mother hens, tending you

and coaxing you back to life.

You, you look like a Madonna.

Beautiful lady.

The lamp shines on your hair,

on your gentle, sweet face,

on your eyes.

Let me comfort you now.

Let me love you now.

OFFICER: Come on, pick them up there,
pick them up. Left, right, left, right...

It is Lord Raglan to see you.
The commander-in-chief, Miss Nightingale.

Major Sutherland.

Lord Raglan.

Miss Nightingale.

I'd heard you were better,
but I had to come and see for myself.

Very kind of you, Lord Raglan.

I should've come sooner,
but I've had a message from the Queen.

From the Queen?

Asking me to make sure that "that excellent
and valuable person, Miss Nightingale",

"is making a safe recovery."

I should like to
telegraph her tonight

that you have indeed made the recovery
which she and all of England prays for.

May I?

Yes.

I'm also giving you a copy of
today's general orders, signed by me.

Because it concerns you.

I have also sent a copy to Dr. John
Hall, whom I believe you know.

"Miss Nightingale is recognized
by Her Majesty's Government

"as the general superintendent of nursing
of all military hospitals of the Army.

"The principal medical officer will,
therefore, communicate with her

"on all matters connected
with that establishment

"and will give and receive
orders only through that lady."

Miss Nightingale,
I believe this is also for you.

This brooch was created in your
honor by Her Majesty, Queen Victoria.

I've been asked to present it
to you on her behalf.

The inscription reads,
"Blessed are the Merciful."

NARRATOR: Six months later,

the war with Russia
was finally over.

Though a hero's
welcome awaited her,

Florence chose to slip
quietly back to England.

Back to her home.

FANNY: Florence!

Mama.

PARTHENOPE: Florence.

Florence!

I'm home.

I'm home.

Oh, my darling Flo.