The Citadel (1938) Movie Script

1
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.