"Are you the new assistant for Dr. page?" "That's right." "I'm Dr. manson." "I am old Thomas that drives the pony trap, and I got the pony trap here, unless you'd rather swim." "Oh." "Gee up, Jeffy boy." "Gee up." "You just got your parchment?" "Yes." "Mostly they don't stop." "Oh?" "Why?" "Work's too hard, for one thing." "For another?" "You'll find out." "Well, well." "This must be Dr. manson." "Come in, my dear." "Come in." "I'm doctor's wife, Mrs. page." "Take your coat off." "There's a love." "Or you'll catch a cold, and your first case will be your own self, isn't it?" "Yes." "Now, come along before you're a minute older and meet the doctor." "Here he is, love." "Our new one, I mean." "He's a new broom, and he'll sweep clean." "Come along, my dear." "Say how-do to doctor." "How do you do, sir?" "Glad to see you, Dr. manson." "I hope you'll find the practice won't be too much for you." "You're very young" "I know this is the first job I've had and all that, but I'm not afraid of work." "There now, David." "Didn't I tell you we'd be lucky with our next one?" "I hope you'll stay." "My goodness gracious!" "What a thing to say." "It's only because he's a morsel down today, but he'll soon be up and about again." "Won't you, ducky?" "There now, my dear." "I'll bring your supper up for you as soon as I finish mine." "Come along, then, Dr. manson." "For what we are about to receive, make us truly thankful." "I've got to watch my diet, doctor." "A bit anemic, you know." "I've got to have red meat and a drop of stout regular for the blood." "You'll do famous here, my dear." "You just remember you're working for Dr. page." "Don't listen to nothing nobody tells you, do your work proper, can't expect no fancy cooking here, you know." "Good, plain food never hurt nobody." "Oh, I forgot." "There's a call from number 7 glydar place." "Oh?" "Is it urgent?" "I don't know, for sure." "Come in about 5:00, I think." "I'll get along." "Oh, no hurry now." "But there, I forgot." "This will be your first case on your own, and you're anxious to get started." "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..." "Her temperature is a bit high, but..." "Did she have a chill?" "That's right." "3 or 4 days back." "Shivering terrible, she was." "We'll soon have her right." "Come round to Dr. page's in an hour's time, and I'll give you a bottle of medicine." "Thank you, doctor." "Thought I'd look in and welcome you." "I'm Denny, assistant to the revered Dr. Michaels, l.S.A." "That, in case you don't know it, is the licentiate of the society of apothecaries, the highest qualification known to God and man." "How do you do?" "Sit down, Hawkins." "Splendid!" "You've begun the good work already." ""One tablespoonful as required."" "Reassuring to meet the dear old mumbo-jumbery, but, doctor, why not 3 times a day?" "Don't you realize, doctor, that in strict orthodoxy, the tablespoonful should pass down the esophagus thrice daily?" "Sweet spirits of niter!" "Wonderful!" "Won't hurt them." "Won't help them." "Makes them feel they're being treated." "What do they say in the little red book?" ""When in doubt, give spirit of niter."" "Science apart, doctor, why have you come here?" "My idea was to turn blaenelly into a health resort, a sort of spa, you know." "Witty, witty, my dear doctor." "Unfortunately, I can't recommend the water here as being ideally suited to a spa." "As for the medical gentlemen in this valley, they are the ragtag and bobtail of a great, a truly glorious profession." "Including yourself, eh?" "Precisely." "Look here, manson," "I realize you're just passing through on your way to London, but in the meantime, there are one or two things about this place you ought to know." "There's no hospital, no X-ray, no ambulance, no anything." "If you want to operate, you use the kitchen table." "Page, your boss, was a good old doctor 3 years ago." "He'll never do a hand's turn again." "Michaels, my owner, is a tight little money-chasing midwife." "As for myself, well, I might as well anticipate the gay tidings." "I drink like a fish." "I think that's about all." "Come on, Hawkins." "We'll go." "By the way, some of those cases in glydar place aren't exactly typical." "If I were you, I'd look out for the typhoid." "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 5." "But do you really think gribley answered the telephone himself?" "I wouldn't have a word said against dear old grib, except that he's a lazy, evasive, incompetent swine." "Have a drink." "Well, I..." "No." "I thought you wouldn't." "What am I to do?" "Stop looking as if you'd swallowed one of your own prescriptions." "Would you care to have a look at that?" "Hmm?" "The latest slice!" "Must have cost a fortune." "Had to give up drinking 6 months to pay for it." "No." "Look at the slide, I mean." "Very clumsily done, of course." "Practically botched, in fact." "But you have to be a Jack-of-all-trades under this blinking system." "There's no mistaking what's there, though." "I should say not." "Have you got cases, too?" "4 in the same area." "Those bugs come from the Wells in glydar place." "The main sewer is to blame." "It leaks like the devil does gribley know that?" "Afraid to ask the council for a new sewer in case they should stop his blinking wages to help pay for it." "Then we must write to the ministry of health." "The life of men is but 3 score years and 10." "No." "I've thought it all out." "There's only one way to make them build a new sewer." "How?" "Blow up the old one." "But..." "You're mad." "They'd stop us practicing." "They'd have us struck off the register." "You needn't come in with me if you don't want to." "But you can't do a crazy thing like that." "Why, they'd land us in jail." "There must be some other way." "It's un..." "I know." "It's unethical." "I'm afraid that won't keep me awake at night." "One thing I do know..." "From now on, all the water in glydar place is going to be boiled." "Couldn't you arrange to have gribley in it?" "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." "You've certainly got plenty to do." "It seems a pity you have to keep little idris home from school, as well." "Miss Barlow said I needn't." "I beg your pardon?" "Miss Barlow said I needn't." "And who might miss Barlow be?" "The schoolteacher." "She came round to see me this morning, and seeing I was so hard-put, she said little idris could stop on in her class." "She did, did she?" "Yes, indeed." "Did she, really?" "I'm afraid that won't do." "That won't do at all." "I hope I didn't do wrong, doctor." "I must look into this." "You're boiling every drop of drinking water?" "Yes, doctor." "Kettle is never off the steam." "Terrible foggy in here sometimes." "That's as it should be." "That's good." "Are you miss Barlow?" "Why, yes." "Yes, I am." "And you're Dr. page's new assistant." "You have a contact here..." "Idris howells." "You know his brother has measles?" "Yes." "Yes, I know." "You know?" "But don't you realize it's quite against the rules to keep him here?" "But Mrs. howells was at her wits' end, and if idris had stopped off, he'd have missed his milk, which is doing him such a lot of good." "But it's not a question of milk." "He must be isolated at once." "Well, I have him isolated in a kind of a way." "That may be your idea of isolation." "I'm afraid it isn't mine." "Has it occurred to you that I am mistress of this class?" "You may be able to order people about in more exalted spheres, but here it's my word that counts." "You're breaking the law." "If you keep that child here, I'll have to report you." "Then you'd better report me or have me arrested." "No doubt that would give you immense satisfaction." "But I..." "There's nothing more, is there?" "Oh, stand up, children, and say, "good morning, Dr. manson." "Thank you for coming."" "Good morning, Dr. manson." "Thank you for coming." "That was very nice, children." "Hmm?" "It's the missis." "Oh?" "Right." "It's sooner than I expected, Joe." "I know, doctor." "Is that a bad sign?" "No." "Not necessarily, Joe." "Don't you fret yourself." "I know, doctor, but this means a lot to us, you know." "It's a long time married we are now, and it's the first baby, and it won't be easy for her, will it?" "She'll be all right." "Come along." "You will do your best for her, won't you, doctor?" "If anything should happen to her, I..." "Boy or girl?" "It was a boy." "You must go to sleep." "She wanted a boy." "Where is the child?" "Get me basins quick." "Get me two basins quick!" "Hot water and cold water quick!" "The child is dead." "It is God's will." "Let it alone." "You've got a son, Joe and the missis?" "They're both all right." "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 6 parts nitro with 2 of glycerin." "Mm-hmm." "Success." "Success." "Now, where do we get it?" "It's here already, shaken up with my own bare hands." "Here." "Fuses." "Uh-huh." "Not too close!" "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!" "3... 5... 6!" "That's the lot." "Farewell to one bit of rottenness." "Morning, everybody." "Who's first?" "Good morning." "Good morning." "Just take one look at Lizzie Jane's bandage, doctor." "I got our Jack home in two ticks." "Lizzie Jane, how are you today?" "All right." "Thank you, doctor." "Does it hurt, Lizzie?" "Not too much today, doctor." "That'll be quite all right till Monday." "Then we'll have a new one." "Thank you, doctor." "Come, Lizzie." "Good day, Mrs. Perry." "Good day, doctor." "Bye, doctor." "Good-bye, Lizzie." "Well, who's next?" "I, uh, I believe I am." "It's my throat." "It started yesterday morning." "I..." "Inside, please." "No, no, no." "In there." "Sit down, please." "No, no." "By the light." "Open your mouth." "Wide." "Mm-hmm." "Say "ahh."" "Ahh." "Again." "Ahh." "Mm-hmm." "Mm-hmm." "Uh-huh." "It's funny." "This is the second sore throat I've had." "Last year, I only had..." "Uh-huh." "Uh-huh." "Oh, would you..." "Oh, yes." "Cough, please." "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, good-bye." "Good-bye." "Oh... i want to apologize about that day in school." "I was rude to you." "You were quite right..." "about the milk, I mean." "The kids do need it." "I'm awfully sorry." "Oh, that's all right." "I'm afraid I was a bit officious myself." "Oh, no." "Not very helpful." "I'm awfully sorry." "That's quite all right." "Good-bye." "Good-bye." "Oh..." "How..." "Is school?" "Well, rather quiet, I'm afraid." "Oh?" "Measles." "Mrs. page, shouting:" "Dr. manson?" "I want you." "Doctor!" "Yes, Mrs. page?" "Are you deaf?" "No, I'm not, but if I were, what is it, indeed?" "I like that!" "You asking me." "It's me that wants to ask you something, my fine Dr. manson." "What then?" "It's this." "Yes, my smart young gentleman." "Perhaps you'll be good enough to explain this." "Where did you get that?" "From Mr. Reese, the bank manager, who knows how to protect his clients' interests." "And you'd better tell us double-quick how you come to bank that money for yourself when it's Dr. page's money, and you know it is!" "While you're getting your breath back," "I'd just like to point out that Dr. page got his fee, and this money is a present to me from Joe Morgan." "Very like." "Very like, indeed." "What for, a present?" "For saving his child." "Ohh, yes." "We heard about that, if you please." "The baby was dead, dead as a doornail, and Dr. manson come along clever as paint, smacked the baby on his back, and the baby say, "how do, Dr. manson?" "Here is £5.00 for you."" "A lot of dirty lies." "Dirty lies!" "And you give that cash back to Dr. page, you dirty thief!" "Have you finished?" "I have." "Then I'd just like to point out to you that unless you apologize for what you've just said," "I'll take steps to sue you!" "Sue?" "Police, you mean?" "Yes." "What for?" "Defamation of character." "Ohh..." "I'll give that bank manager of yours the worst hiding he's ever had." "What do I do?" "Say you're sorry." "I am..." "Sorry." "And now I'm going to let off steam, just for the change." "Out of the work I do for you, my dear madam, you get £1,500 a year." "Out of this, you pay me a miserable 250 and have a good shot at starving me into the bargain." "Yesterday, Joe Morgan and some of his friends told me they could put a stop to this by putting my name on the company's list and turning me into a real, live doctor, but on ethical grounds which you couldn't possibly understand," "I refused." "Anyway, I'm so blankedy sick of you, Mrs. page, that I couldn't stay on another week because you're a mean, guzzling, mercenary..." "In fact, you're a pathological case, and I give you one week's notice." "Notice?" "The cheek." "The dirty cheek!" "Nobody ever gave me notice in his life." "You give me notice?" "I'll smack your face, you!" "The impudence." "I give you notice!" "Ha!" "And I said it first!" "You are sacked!" "Sacked!" "Sacked!" "Dr. manson?" "Like a lamb to the slaughter, eh, doctor?" "Good day, Dr. manson." "My name's Owen, and I'm the secretary of the society." "I'll just explain the position to you very briefly to save time." "Will you have a cigarette?" "No, thank you." "Go on." "Might make you feel better." "Here in aberalaw, we have a scheme by which all the miners pay over a certain percentage of their wages every week to the society." "I see." "And out of this money, we undertake to provide the necessary medical facilities, which are under the charge of our head physician and surgeon here," "Dr. llewellyn." "I have 4 doctors under me..." "It's one of those we're replacing today." "And under our scheme, you get paid so much ahead for every miner's card on your files..." "And every miner picks his own doctor that he give his card to, and if he don't like the doctor, he can take his card away." "Oh." "All of which, you will agree, is very fair, even though it sounds a little aggressive." "Any questions?" "Why did you leave blaenelly?" "I was dissatisfied..." "Dissatisfied, was it?" "There isn't many soft jobs around here, you know." "It wasn't a case of wanting a soft job or even the wages." "It was the working conditions." "In what way, precisely?" "The whole place is outlandish and completely out of date." "I don't know if you know it, Mr. Owen, but..." "No, but I've heard talk of a Mrs. doctor page, and I know what you mean." "I don't want to say anything against Dr. page... please don't misunderstand me..." "But my hands were completely tied." "This is exactly the sort of job that I've been looking for." "Why?" "Because I am particularly interested in mine conditions." "I've several ideas about them which I'd like to discuss with you in detail, if I had the chance..." "Several ideas which I'm extremely anxious to work on." "It's already obvious to me that you've got everything here a doctor needs." "Yes, but what we want to know is, has a doctor everything we need?" "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 m.S., which is a very high degree, and the other, enclosed with it, is signed by Dr. page, and both these refer to your good self in very genuine terms." "There's just one other possible difficulty, Dr. manson..." "Might we ask if you're a married man?" "No, Mr. Owen, I'm not." "Because, you see, the miners prefer a married man." "Oh." "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." "Good-bye." "Bye." "Well, good-bye." "I say..." "You wouldn't marry me, would you?" "Ha ha ha!" "What's the joke?" "You are." "Is it me you want to marry, or the job?" "Both." "I'd have the things I've wanted all my life..." "The chance to work and the right person with me." "But how do you know I'm the right person?" "I'm willing to take the risk." "Will you?" "Please?" "You'd better go and tell them you're fully qualified for the job." "I've told them that already." "You've told them that already?" "Ha ha ha!" "You'd better come inside." "Oh, yes." "Look, Chris." "It's all ours." "Isn't it a grand sight?" "A park..." "A cinema..." "And the gasworks." "No more oil lamps." "Oh!" "It's a bit big, isn't it?" "No wonder they wanted a married man." "That's a rum-looking shop if ever I saw one." "Let's go in." "What's your name?" "Christine." "Christine what?" "Christine manson." "What's that?" "Why, it's from Denny, of all people!" "Well, open it." "If I know Denny, there'll be an old boot inside." "Chris..." ""I don't really need this." ""I told you I was a sawbones." "Good luck."" "He's a good worker." "He is that, and you can't say he isn't." "That's right, ned." "And a good looker for a wife, eh?" "That don't help my cough, though, do it?" "I'd sooner one of the old-fashioned ones, meself." "Good afternoon, everybody." "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon, gadge." "What's the good tidings?" "Mrs. pritchard can't move her foot off the ground," "Addie Griffith says his stomach will never come right, and Mrs. Jones, the grocer, has come out in her spots again." "All right, gadge." "Who's first?" "Well, what's the trouble?" "Certificate." "Beat knee." "Certificate that he's not fit to work." "Oh." "Let's have a look." "Sit down, man." "Thank you." "Oh." "All right." "Fill in the details, will you, gadge?" "Next, please." "Certificate." "What for?" "'Stagmus." "The name's chenkin." "You remember me." "Ben chenkin." "Oh, yes." "I can't keep my eye still." "That's 'stagmus, all right, isn't it?" "It might be." "It might be a lot of other things, too." "Take your shirt off." "What for?" "I want to examine you." "Don't you think it about time you were?" "Come on." "All right." "Dress up, chenkin." "Ha!" "Thought you'd let us have it." "Next." "Ha." "Evan Lewis." "Hey!" "What's the meaning of this?" "Don't you understand it?" "I'll read it to you." ""This is to certify that Ben chenkin" ""is suffering from the effects of overindulgence in malt liquors but is perfectly fit to work."" "15 years us got 'stagmus!" "You haven't got it now." "For the last time, are you going to give a 'stagmus certificate?" "No, I'm not." "I'll take my card away." "There are other doctors will give me certificates if you won't." "Gadge, give him his card, will you?" "I'd go easy, doctor, if you don't mind me saying so." "Chenkin's a big man on the committee." "I'm afraid that doesn't interest me very much." "What's wrong?" "It's my tubes, doctor." "Bit of a cough, like, and short of breath, I am." "Open your shirt, will you?" "Deep breath." "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 3 years now." "Do many of you get this cough?" "Most of us, on and off." "Any idea where it comes from?" "We never thought much, doctor." "It do get very misty at nights up the valley, and we think that is what make us cough." "I should imagine." "Are there any others here with the same complaint?" "One, sir." "Where do you work?" "I work at fantavlon, too." "I work in pentiness." "Adam's west." "Pentiness." "What's your job?" "Driller." "Holer." "Trimmer." "Holer." "Fantavlon's anthracite, isn't it?" "We're all anthracite men." "Do the men in the soft coal mines get the same trouble as well?" "Reckon they do, sometimes." "As badly as you do?" "Worse?" "Not so badly?" "Never asked them." "Depends how much beer they drink." "Look here, I'd like to keep you men under observation for a bit." "What do that mean?" "You'll have to go to hospital." "Hospital?" "Then I'd lose my wages." "You mean to say there's no compensation?" "Not for sickness of this sort." "Go figure." "It don't come under the heading of injury at work, like when the missis gives you a black eye." "I see." "I'm afraid you'll have to go to hospital anyway." "You've already got a slight atypical pneumonia." "Gadge, make out an entry card, will you?" "Complete examination of chest, throat, and blood." "Look here, I want to examine your chests every day when you come up from work." "Give gadge a specimen of your sputum." "Sputum?" "What's that?" "Spit." "But what about our medicine, doctor?" "There won't be any medicine here tomorrow." "What's that?" "Dr. light always gave us medicine." "Pink it was, and sort of sweet." "He gave it to us all." "I'm in charge here now." "If I were to give you medicine, it would only make the symptoms more difficult to find." "Look after them, gadge." "Yes, doctor." "Outside." "He's not very backward about asking a lot of questions, is he?" "No." "Adam's west." "Number 3 shaft." "West dispensary." "Yes." "Yes." "Right away." "What is it?" "What is it?" "Quick!" "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?" "Get back then." "Let the doctor come." "Sam." "Can't we cut the base of this?" "That would take 4 hours, and the roof's giving way all the time." "Well, then, Sam..." "Go on, doctor." "Give me the bag." "Only get me out of here quick." "I'm going to put you to sleep now, Sam." "When you wake up, you'll be in bed." "Hurry up, doctor, if you want any of us to get out from here." "All right." "Let's get him out." "Bring the stretcher." "Move fast, men." "That's it..." "The rest of the roof." "Steady with the stretcher." "Are they all out, Jim?" "Aye, thanks to the doctor." "Is he dead?" "No." "I had to take his arm off, but he'll be all right." "Andrew!" "Andrew." "There." "I'm all right." "What... what is it?" "What's the matter?" "I'm all right." "They told me that the roof was down and that you wouldn't come out." "Well, here I am." "Will you have a cup of hot cocoa?" "Mmm." "That's good." "Good evening." "Oh, I'm Dr. manson." "Yes, doctor?" "I just want to see my patients..." "Bantam, arm amputation;" "Lewis, atypical pneumonia." "Well, perhaps you'd better see Dr. llewellyn first." "He'll be here in just a few minutes if you'll wait in his office." "Hello." "Welcome to the inner sanctum." "Thank you." "Jolly good job you did on that arm, considering conditions." "I just tidied it up a bit." "Oh?" "Thank you." "What about a little spot of Sherry, eh?" "My own special brand..." "Monte lardo, 1905." "Did you get a chance to look at my chest case..." "Lewis?" "Nothing to worry about there." "He'll be as right as rain in a day or so." "I had half a dozen similar chests this morning, only not so far advanced." "They're not a bit like ordinary coughs or colds." "I have a notion that..." "Yes, quite." "That all these..." "Well, chin-chin." "That's good." "Yes." "Yes." "Cigarette?" "No, thanks." "I have..." "Take a look at that, manson..." "From a grateful patient. 20 guineas' worth of solid gratitude." "Well, shall we get along and see my patients?" "There's no need for you to come up, my boy." "I'll look after them." "You see, all hospital cases come onto my list." "I can't have you assistants pattering about the wards in your hobnail boots." "Oh, there's one other thing..." "I wouldn't be too difficult about renewing old "unfit for work" certificates." "There are a lot of chronic cases here." "We don't want to get the men stirred up." "You don't expect me to issue false certificates, do you?" "Not at all." "No, no, no, no." "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 all right for a first dressing." "Now I think we'll try some tannic..." "What's wrong with carron oil?" "If we don't use an antiseptic here, this knee will get infected." "Then heaven help that knee joint." "So my work is not good enough for you, Dr. manson." "Now don't misunderstand me, nurse." "Can we talk about this later?" "No, indeed." "We'll talk it over now." "I've got nothing to hide." "I've worked here as district nurse for over 20 years, and no one has ever told me not to use carron oil for a burn or scald." "Listen, nurse, carron oil is quite all right in its way, but there's a great danger of contracture here." "That's why we're going to try this dressing." "Tannic." "Never heard of the stuff." "It's a wonder you don't feed him some of those glass slides you fuss with up at your place." "I don't hold with newfangled ideas." "If you don't want to do the dressing my way, nurse," "I'll come in morning and evening and do it myself." "You can, then, for all I care." "I hope tom Evans lives through it better than the poor Guinea pigs you torture up at your laboratory!" "Now, tom, I'm quite sure this will be better." "I hope so." "There you are, Clara." "Hello." "Hello, Andrew." "Hello, Mrs. page." "I say, Chris." "Hmm?" "I don't think they like it." "Did anyone ever try to help a group of people that the people didn't object?" "They'll never find another doctor who takes better care of them than you do." "I wouldn't bother about it too much, darling." "This arrived by post today." "It's the new condenser." "I got some more samples of anthracite dust." "I was at the montevale head on an accident case, so I went down the old coal vein." "Oh, good." "We needed them." "Will you make some cards for these new sputum samples?" "Mm-hmm." "Slide number 365." "Sputum sample..." "Of Mr. cly emmy." "Some tubercle bacilli." "Few fibrous and connective tissue cells." "A large amount of crystalline silica." "Slide number 366." "Mm-hmm." "You know, I think we've enough evidence now to write a report." "Chris, why not send a report to the medical journal?" "See what kind of reactions we get." "Let some other doctors with knowledge of the subject shoot holes in our findings." "Then we can strengthen our defense." "Oh, Andrew, what a wonderful idea!" "We'll start straight after supper." "I'll have all the figures ready for you." "I'll go." "Few tubercle bacilli." "It's rather important, if the doctor's not too busy." "Good evening, Dr. manson." "Good evening, sir." "I heard the men talking about some rather strange experiments going on around here, so I thought, if you don't mind," "I'd come and have a good look for myself." "You're very welcome." "It looks very interesting to me." "You know this cough that's so prevalent here?" "Yes." "I've heard it all my life." ""I got trouble with my tubes."" "The number of times I've heard that expression." "Do you know what I think is the cause of it?" "What?" "The dust in the anthracite mines." "Yes, but there's always been dust there." "And they've always had the cough, but it's more than a cough." "It's tuberculosis caused by the chemical reaction on the lungs of the silica in the coal." "My goodness." "And yet when they get laid up from it, they don't get a penny piece of compensation." "Are you sure of your facts?" "As sure as I can be without having completed these experiments." "That's why I'm so keen to get them finished and have my facts absolutely watertight." "Do you know we've been through all the medical literature on the subject, and there's no mention of any such industrial disease?" "It's the most important thing I've heard for a long time." "Do you really think so?" "Look here, doctor, you carry on with your business, keeping it as quiet as is reasonable, and I've no doubt that this rumpus will die down in no time." "Good evening." "Business looks good." "Does it?" "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?" "That's right." "But medicine won't do you any good unless I know what's causing the trouble." "Surely you can understand that." "All right, gadge, give them back their cards." "Once this is out, bit of a worry, isn't it?" "Gadge, ever heard of sir John abbey?" "Of course I have." "Now, listen to this." ""Dear manson, thank you" ""for sending me a copy" ""of your very comprehensive report" ""on the effects of silica inhalation." ""I feel this to be" ""a particularly careful and original piece" ""of clinical research" ""and one which, when completed," ""may have the most far-reaching effects" ""upon our industrial legislation." ""Stick to the good work." ""Take nothing for granted" ""where medicine is concerned," ""and the very best of good luck to you." "Sincerely yours, John abbey."" "Sir John abbey, gadge..." "One of the most distinguished physicians in Europe." "Well, I'm not going to be influenced by ignorance and superstition." "I won't be discouraged." "I'm going straight ahead to complete those investigations." "After all, I'm working for these people." "When we've made them understand that, gadge," "I'm sure they'll come running back with their cards so fast we won't be able to handle them all." "Oh, I hope so, doctor." "Chris!" "Chris, I've just had a letter from sir..." "Don't..." "Try." "Darling, whatever's the matter?" "Come and sit down." "What is it?" "Whatever's happened?" "Tell me." "What..." "Well, I was at home entering the latest dust specimens in the records when they came." "Who came, dear?" "A delegation from the committee, they called themselves." "I tried to stop them, when they saw the Guinea pigs, chenkin let out a howl." ""Oh, them poor, dumb creatures!"" "And pointed to the stain on the boards where I dropped a few stain bottles." "You remember, dear." "He shouted out, "oh, look at that!" "Blood!"" ""I'm not leaving those poor suffering creatures to be tortured anymore." "I'd rather have them put out of their pain than that!"" "He ripped open all the cages and shoved the Guinea pigs into a bag." "I tried to explain to him it wasn't a question of suffering or vivisection or any such rubbish, but he simply wouldn't listen to me, and then they... they..." "Go on, dear." "Go on." "They pushed over the tables and broke hundreds of our slides." "They tore up the records, smashed our equipment..." "Smashed all our beautiful equipment to bits, Andrew." "And then they..." "They went away and..." "Oh, Andrew." "What did you do with the Guinea pigs you stole from my lab?" "I put the poor creatures out of their misery." "Painlessly?" "Painlessly." "That's a lie!" "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!" "They save men's lives, don't they?" "Perhaps your own lives!" "Ah, shut up!" "Course we don't!" "Why should we?" "Can't you see that that's just exactly what I've been trying to do for you every waking minute of my spare time?" "!" "Go to sleep then!" "Tuberculosis is one of the greatest scourges of mankind." "It's nothing to do with us!" "I will not let these stupid prejudices stop this work because I believe with all my heart that it's more important than Guinea pigs or doctors or any of you!" "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 3 last week just as good at half the price." "That's my last offer." "Take it or leave it." "All right." "All right, I'll give you the rest on Monday." "Good day to you." "Oh, doctor." "Yes?" "What's the matter with them?" "Nothing." "They need piercing." "Yeah?" "Sit down." "How much are you going to charge, doctor?" "7 and 6." "7 and 6?" "My friend said she had hers done for 5 shillings, and her doctor's highly experienced." "All right, 5 shillings." "Okey-doke." "Well, lady manson, how would you like some spaghetti a LA bolognese, a nice bottle of chianti..." "I'll get your lunch for you, dear, just as soon as I finish this curtain." "We're going to celebrate the first anniversary of our arrival in London by going out to lunch." "Take that apron off." "Ah, buon giorno!" "Good morning." "Hello, Mrs. Orlando." "Come sta?" "Oh, very well, thank you." "And what medicine have we for the doctor's health today, please?" "Oh, some spaghetti a LA bolognese and a bottle of chianti, eh, Chris?" "Anna, spaghetti a LA bolognese quickly for the doctor." "Oh, ho!" "Well done." "Ah, my Anna, she has for the dance a grand passion." "Always she hop, skip, jump the whole day." "One day, she have many good lessons, but mama stupid." "Somehow she never win sweepstakes." "So what!" "Oh, thank you for the lady with the earrings." "She not make big insult for you?" "Oh, of course not." "I was delighted." "You see, she not a bad woman, but also, she one of the not so good women, eh?" "By the way, there's some money on account of our bill." "No, no, you cannot owe that." "Oh, but..." "Life is not good for you." "People are not sick enough." "Oh, please, please." "You've been so good to us." "How can we ever repay us for all you've done?" "Ha ha!" "You will." "You will." "Well, when I do get any patients, bravissimo, bravissimo, dottore!" "Ha ha!" "You must have performed a major operation on that lady's ears." "Well, I did charge a big fee, but she'd no objection." "Oh, thank you, Anna." "Thank you, Anna." "Chianti and bel paese you love so much." "Not more than I love you, Mrs. Orlando." "Ha ha ha!" "Doctor, someone's at your door." "I heard the bell ring." "Oh, that's all right, Anna." "Vacuum cleaners, instantaneous water softeners." "They rang 2 or 3 times." "For you, I hope someone's very sick." "Ha ha!" "No peace for the wicked." "Thank you, Anna." "Hello." "Are you looking for me?" "Oh, are you the doctor?" "Yes." "And something's happened to one of our customers." "She's rather important." "Is it urgent?" "Oh, yes, very." "I should think so." "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 all right." "You needn't leave." "Would you clear that for me please?" "Come along then." "There now, there now." "You'll soon be all right." "You'll soon be all right." "Aah!" "I want to go home." "I'm sorry, but it was the only way." "And it worked beautifully." "I'm her sister." "How do you do?" "Well, let her cry it out." "She'll be all right in a few minutes." "Oh, don't you think you ought to see her home?" "Oh, that's hardly necessary." "I'd feel much better if you did." "All right..." "If you insist." "If I don't have a drink, I'll pass out." "Not twice in one day, please." "Just the looks on their faces..." "The funniest thing I've ever seen." "Ha ha!" "Oh." "I'm glad you enjoyed it." "It wasn't funny a bit." "It was a bad case of willful hysteria." "What did he call it?" "Hysteria, darling..." "Something that nobody else has ever dared call it before." "Now, look here, young lady, you sound like father." "Well, she seems perfectly safe now." "I'd put her to bed if I were you." "You must have a drink to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" "Oh, I don't know." "Just celebrate." "One must have some excuse, don't you think?" "Otherwise one's just a drunken sot." "Don't you agree?" "If you take my advice, you'll go straight to bed and send for your own doctor." "I can't." "Why not?" "Because I dislike him so much he makes me quite ill." ""Don't drink." "Don't smoke." "Don't..."" "Well..." "You know, why can't you look after me?" "Because I'd read you just exactly the same sermon." "In fact, I'd go further." "You wouldn't!" "I would." "Oh, Marjorie, isn't he naughty?" "I'd tell you that what you need is a husband and children." "You're right." "Oh, how lovely." "How many do you think?" "Children, I mean..." "Not husbands." "I think that will be just about all." "Dr. manson." "She's not bad, you know, underneath all that." "Father spoiled her dreadfully." "Evidently." "How very plain-spoken for a doctor." "You ever heard of the bedside manner?" "I'm afraid I'd be no good at that sort of thing." "How do you know if you've never tried?" "Do you want to get on?" "Of course." "You mind if I give you a little personal advice?" "Not at all." "See a good tailor." "What's that got to do with medicine?" "Oh, don't snap my head off." "It's only a suggestion." "Oh." "I'm sorry." "Thank you very much." "Good day." "Scruffy manson!" "Freddy lawford!" "Well, well, well!" "Well, well, well!" "Well..." "What are you doing in London?" "I thought you were in the wilds of wales." "I bought a practice here." "Oh, nothing so grand." "Who's your patient?" "I don't know her name." "A miss Leroy, I believe." "Scruffy, you haven't changed a bit." ""A miss Leroy, I believe." One of the richest girls in england!" "Is she?" "Ha ha!" "Yes." "Have you got your car with you?" "No, I'm afraid I haven't." "Well, come along in mine." "I'd like you to have a look at one of my cases, or are you frightfully busy?" "Let's see." "Yes, I think I could manage an hour..." "half an hour or so." "Well, good." "She of the wheezy diaphragm." "Oh!" "You know this place, of course." "No, I haven't..." "Oh, it's the most expensive snob nursing home in London." "Hello, Ida, darling." "Doing your sums?" "Miss Sheridan runs this joint, Andrew." "Dr. manson." "How do you do?" "How do you do?" "You'll overflow into the blenham hotel." "Nonsense." "The blenham hotel overflows into me." "Is lady raebank waiting for me?" "Waiting?" "My dear, the suspense is terrific." "You know where she is?" "Ha ha!" "Yes, darling." "Absolute gold mine, this place." "Looks like a coal mine to me." "Good afternoon, sir." "Good afternoon, dar... uh, nurse." "You've no idea the trouble I had to take to get these pretty nurses, and the food..." "Absolutely first-class." "Come in." "Ah, there you are, doctor." "Poor little me." "Such a long, worrying wait." "Yes." "I hope you don't mind, lady raebank." "I've brought Dr. manson, who specializes in lung." "I want him to examine your chest." "Oh, I am glad." "I was only wondering this morning," ""can it be the chest?"" "I do believe it's the chest." "How do you do?" "How do you do?" "Perhaps you'll examine lady raebank at once, manson?" "Right away." "At once." "Well, how have we been since yesterday?" "I had one or two oh?" "What sort of peculiar feelings?" "I've written them all down for you." "I tried to remember every little detail." "Oh, splendid." "What it is to have an intelligent patient." "Ha ha ha!" "Cough, please." "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." "I love you, doctor." "Lady raebank's engaged with Dr. lawford." "Oh, that's all right." "Lawford and I are sidekicks." "I'm every, you know..." "Charles every, surgeon." "Oh!" "Oh, Charles, good." "Hi, lawford." "I want you to meet an old school friend of mine..." "Andrew manson." "How do you do?" "You two ought to find each other useful." "Manson's attending to Jill Leroy's care, Charles." "Oh, really?" "I tell you what." "Let's get together and have a party one night." "Oh, let's." "I should be only too delighted." "Have you got the results of the test for the old, um..." "Excuse me." "May I come in?" "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." "5 guineas?" "Whatever for?" "Well, it's a standard consultant's fee." "Oh, but, Freddy, I didn't..." "Oh, put it away." "Let's have a nice lunch at the grovehall club." "But, Freddy, I..." "Hello, Chris." "Why, Andrew!" "What on earth happened to you?" "Mrs. Orlando's still keeping your spaghetti hot." "Ha ha ha!" "My, you look prosperous with that cigar." "We are prosperous." "Here, look at this." "Oh." "Open it." "Andrew..." "It's yours." "Why, Andrew..." "Do you like it?" "Put it on." "Do you really like it?" "Oh, it's beautiful." "Go and look at it." "You're going to have a lot of furs and a lot of new clothes and a small car." "A doctor's wife ought to be seen in a car, and, oh, Chris, look at me." "Don't you think I should get another suit?" "See a good tailor, get a nice new suit..." "get two new suits?" "Andrew, what's happened?" "Tell me." "Our luck's changed." "That's all." "I've got a feeling I'm going to burn up the course today." "Sorry, old man." "Rather an elaborate lunch." "Dr. manson, Dr. deedman." "Oh, how do you do?" "Deed knows all there is to know about fevers." "Oh, really?" "Oh, good shot." "You're next, deedman." "You're playing with every." "Oh, right." "Nice work, partner." "Well, this is going about 250 yards." "Ha ha!" "He's feeling rather significant since he had to fly out to Egypt to attend a case of sunstroke." "Ah, not bad." "Not good, not bad." "What are we playing for?" "Oh, the usual, I suppose?" "Yes, yes, yes, that's all right." "Oh, pretty good shot." "I wonder what I did right." "You kept your eye on the ball." "Usual bet's all right for you, old boy?" "Yes, yes." "Oh, good shot." "Oh, my, yes." "I say, Freddy..." "Freddy, what is the usual?" "5, 5, and 5..." "£15 liability." "It's easy money, Andy, old boy." "Give me my number two, will you?" "Thank you." "I'm sending in Mrs. Lane to see you tomorrow." "She thinks she has a wheeze." "Have a look at her for me, will you?" "All right." "Quiet." "Pretty good, huh?" "Good slice." "Thank you very much, sir." "I'd love to." "And I'll expect you at the nursing home in the morning for the wingate child's toe operation." "Splendid." "But why, sir?" "You don't really need me there for that, do you?" "Fore." "Fore!" "I brought one of those new iradium lamps at glickert's yesterday." "Plain highway robbery!" "80 guineas!" "Good shot." "You know, I don't think so much of those lamps." "Did you read abbey's paper in the journal on bogus heliotherapy?" "Those iradiums have got absolutely no infrared content." "They've got a devil of a lot of free Guinea content." "Anyway, they bronze nicely." "Ah." "Honestly, old boy, you can't beat a good old hypo when it comes to fees." "Left lift." "The moment you say "hypodermic" to a patient, she instinctively thinks, "heavens, this means money."" "Ha ha!" "Ha ha ha!" "Well, like it?" "Oh, Andrew, it's terribly smart." "Hurry up, or your kipper will be cold." "Ooh!" "Kipper." "Good." "What on earth..." "What?" "It's from every." "Oh, yes?" ""Enclosing a check for 20 guineas."" "What on earth for?" "He says for assisting so splendidly at the operation on the wingate child." "Oh." "Jolly good of him." "But you didn't do anything at the operation." "I was there." "It's just a little extra for the time I gave up to it." "I see." "He's, uh, giving you part of his fee." "Is that..." "No, my dear girl." "You must never say that." "It's absolutely forbidden." "No." "I earned the money by being there, just as the anethestist earned his by doing his job." "Every sends it all in with his bill." "I see." "I wish you'd stop saying "I see" in that maddening way." "The wingates are tremendously rich." "To them, it's what 3 and 6 would be to Mrs. Orlando." "I don't think that has anything to do with it." ""I told her mother we'd better have her tonsils out, too, and she was delighted."" "But you sent the child in about her foot, didn't you?" "Here have I been, slaving away at my job for years and getting nothing out of it, and now when the money does begin to come in and I'm making a success of it, you pull a long face and treat me just as if I were some sort of criminal." "Really, I'm getting about fed up with it." "Well, is our little patient absorbing her infrared quota?" "Oh, it's such a weight off my mind!" "My back got the most unbelievable color in monte Carlo." "Oh, really?" "If I lost it now, I should go absolutely crazy." "Yes." "You see what I mean, don't you, Andrew?" "Of course." "Mrs. Maxwell telephoned." "She says she has a fitting and wants to cancel her appointment." "Shall I charge her?" "I think we ought to." "It's usual, you know." "All right." "A Mr. stillman wants to see you." "Stillman?" "The American." "Oh, show him in." "Mr. stillman?" "How do you do, sir?" "Dr. manson." "Yes." "Mr. stillman." "Not the stillman..." "the lung specialist." ""The American quack" I'm afraid some of your medical journals call me." "Ha ha!" "This is an honor, sir." "Thank you, nurse." "That will be all right for a minute." "Dr. manson, I've been promising myself this pleasure for a long time." "Really?" "Yes." "I just wanted to tell you in person how much I appreciated your paper on dust inhalation in silicosis." "Did you read that?" "Yeah, sure." "Oh, Mr. stillman, coming from you, that's praise indeed." "Thank you." "Sit down." "What brings you to england, may I ask?" "Do you know sir Herbert cranston?" "Oh, the motorcar manufacturer?" "Yes." "That's the man." "Well, he's built me a small clinic in the country just outside London." "He seems to think england can use our methods." "Splendid, but look out for the powers that be." "I don't think they'll bother us." "How does it happen that you've never taken a medical degree?" "I intended to be a biologist, but t.B. Fascinated me." "I drifted into it and developed my own methods." "A degree seemed unnecessary." "I see, and what are you concentrating on here?" "I have a new method of collapsing the lung which should interest you." "It's a great advance." "Ah, you mean the Emil vial." "Oh, no, no." "Much better than that." "Oh, I beg your pardon." "Oh, Mr. stillman, this is miss Leroy." "Oh, how do you do?" "How do you do?" "Pleased to meet you." "For something absolutely frightful, are you?" "No, no." "I'm afraid if I did have any kind of an illness, this part of the world would be just a little bit beyond my means." "Mrs. fitzgreen and Dr. lawford are waiting for you at the nursing home, doctor." "All right, thank you." "No, not at all, Mr. stillman." "I enjoyed very much hearing about your experiments." "You know, I think it's really too bad that after such a brilliant start in our field, you weren't able to go on with it." "Oh, thank you." "Doctors must live, you know." "Yes, of course." "Well, good-bye." "Good-bye." "Perhaps we'll be able to have a real talk sometime." "Yes." "I'd like very much to have you come down and see my apparatus." "Thank you." "I'd love to." "Good-bye." "Good-bye, sir." "Who was the funny old thing?" "Oh, a very brilliant man." "Unfortunately not qualified, though." "A quack, you mean?" "Hmm?" "Quack!" "Quack, quack, quack, quack!" "Ha ha!" "Yes, I suppose so." "Come to dinner tonight." "I can't." "You haven't been to see me for a week." "You haven't been needing any medical attention." "Do I have to be ill for you to come and see me?" "Well, after all, I am a doctor, you know." "Oh, I see!" "You're afraid of being accused of professionally infamous conduct." "Is that it?" "Ha ha!" "No, no, no." "I'll expect you tonight just the same." "I think you'll be quite safe." "It's difficult to be very infamous at a dinner party of 10 people." "I'm dining out!" "No, you're not." "You're dining at home." "I've seen your engagement pad." "You little devil!" "It wouldn't be at all a waste of time, either." "Two surgeons you've never met," "Hungarian film producer, and sir Roger martineac." "If you don't come," "I'll lie on the floor and scream again." "You'll be late for your appointment with Mrs. fitzgreen, doctor." "All right." "Thank you." "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." "Good-bye." "Yes..." "Business..." "To meet sir Roger martineac." "Hello, Chris." "You're home early." "Yes." "Come here." "I've got a surprise for you." "Come along." "Now close your eyes." "Look." "Whose is it?" "I don't recognize it." "Why should you?" "It's brand-new." "It's not..." "Not yours." "Ours, if you like it." "Let's go for a ride." "Quite apart from being the most beautiful car you've ever seen, she's fast..." "Does 95 Miles an hour without even trying." "She's absolutely amazing." "I've never seen anything like her." "Well, if it isn't..." "How marvelous." "Well, how are darby and Joan getting on?" "Like a house on fire." "Denny, I can't tell you how nice it is to see you." "Where have you been?" "Two years India, one year Australia, and a weekend at Brighton." "Chris, you're prettier than ever." "But tell me... this well-dressed bloke sitting next to you, this isn't really Dr. manson, is it?" "Isn't it a lovely car?" "Denny, what are you doing now?" "Working down the east end." "I've done 16 operations today, 16 different streets." "If I start scratching," "I'm warning you now, it'll be fleas." "You sound as if you need a drink." "Denny, you aren't." "Oh, how wonderful." "It's true." "I'm lemon squashed every night of the week right up to here." "Now, where shall we eat?" "I know where we'll go." "We haven't been there for ages." "Take the first turning to the right." "You remember..." "Orlando's." "Ah, signore dottore." "Hello, Mrs. Orlando." "How nice to see you." "Signora." "It's so good to see you." "Welcome to my house." "Well, what have you got to eat for 3 hungry strangers?" "No strangers." "You have everything in my shop, everything for nothing." "No, no, not this time, Mrs. Orlando." "By the way, this is our oldest friend..." "Mr. Denny." "Mr. Denny, very nice man." "Sit down." "I go to the kitchen, make you something very beautiful." "Oh, we're sure of that." "Pleasure." "It's a pleasure." "Best cook anywhere." "Now, Denny, what was it you wanted to tell Andrew about?" "Oh, yes, what is it?" "About the clinic I'm going to start." "You know the idea, Chris." "I want to form a little team of specialists." "We'll all work together." "We'll tackle everything." "I've got a bacteriologist;" "An ear, nose, and throat man;" "and an obstetrician all lined up already." "Great chaps." "Crazy to get started." "And I'll handle the surgery." "Where's the money coming from?" "We're all chipping in what we've got." "The idea is, we open up in some particular area, open a register, list everyone who wants to come on our books." "We charge each individual a small monthly fee, not much, a few shillings." "Hang it all, we only want to live." "They'd come to us as often as they jolly well like." "We run the rule over them periodically, advise them about diet, exercise, and so on." "That's preventative medicine and keeps them from falling ill." "If they do fall ill, we offer them not one antiquated, overworked g.P., but a whole firm of specialists, with all the advantages of a modern laboratory and our hospital if necessary." "Now, what do you think of that, my lad?" "Well, first of all, Denny, you're going to have some of those hors d'oeuvres." "They're the finest in Europe." "I'll go and get you some." "Ha!" "I was just getting up steam." "He'll be back in a minute." "Oh, Denny, I think your idea is absolutely marvelous." "Do you?" "I am glad." "I only hope your old man thinks the same." "He's changed, hasn't he?" "Has he?" "Russian salad, pickled walnuts..." "Always I know you was clever doctor." "Oh, thank you." "Mushrooms..." "Always I tell Anna that someday..." "Oh, Spanish fish fit for a king." "How is little Anna?" "Still dancing mad?" "No, she no dance." "She in hospital..." "Queen Caroline hospital." "Oh, I'm sorry." "What's the matter with her?" "Something trouble with her lung." "Oh." "Of course, doctor, when Anna first ill, we think of our so great friend you." "But Anna say you so very busy." "But I say perhaps he will remember." "Ah, the bel paese, my favorite cheese, you remember?" "Yes, I remember." "Don't worry." "I'm sure she'll be all right." "Here you are, Denny." "Try those." "If you've ever tasted better, I'll throw you out." "If you say a word against my scheme, I'll throw you out." "What do you think of it?" "Your scheme?" "Oh, your scheme." "Denny, do you want me to be absolutely Frank?" "Of course." "Well, I'm afraid it won't work." "It's working at this very moment." "Where?" "Several places in the states." "Ha!" "America is a long way from here." "But we can do the same in this country, too." "We'll only have a few beds to start with, but it'll grow as we grow." "I know it's right." "It sounds perfectly grand." "How will people be able to pay for all this?" "In America, they pay $2.00 a month, not a penny more." "Those that aren't ill help to carry those that are." "The doctors do better than average, and it's sure income." "We've been into the statistics." "I know it's right." "The people get more than they pay for because it's an efficient, concentrated system." "It's really following the scientific, humanitarian ideal, and I want you to come in with me for the chest work." "Will you?" "Me?" "Sorry, old man." "I can't." "You can't?" "No." "You see, Denny, I've got a very good practice now." "Without undue boasting, I think I can say that it's really first class." "I've had a bad time, as you know." "Things haven't been easy." "I sympathize with your ideas most sincerely, most sincerely, but you must see surely that I can't possibly throw away everything I've built up on some fantastic scheme." "Such as blowing up a sewer?" "Ha ha!" "Well, can I?" "No, you can't." "Zuppa minestrone, nice and hot, eh?" "What will you have to drink, Denny?" "Lemon squash?" "Ginger beer?" "Do you think you could possibly get me a bottle of whiskey?" "Si, signore." "Nice little bus, isn't she?" "But, Chris, did you notice that white roadster pass us on the hill?" "I think I'll get one of the faster models next year." "One of the faster ones?" "Surely you're not already planning..." "Why not?" "Why not?" "We could easily afford it." "In case you don't realize it, my dear little schoolmarm from blaenelly, we're rapidly getting rich." "Yes, I know we are..." "But do we want to be rich?" "I know I don't." "Oh, Andrew, what is all this talk about money?" "When we had scarcely any, we were wonderfully happy." "We never spoke of it then." "Now we never speak of anything else." "Look here, Chris, if you're going to start reliving the past..." "I've been so unhappy." "Please let me talk to you, Andrew." "All right." "Your work isn't making money." "It's bettering humanity, and you know it." "Don't you remember the way we used to talk about life?" "It was an attack on the unknown, an assault uphill as though you had to take some citadel you couldn't see but you knew was there." "An operation on a kitchen table or a microscope in a back room..." "That was you." "That's why I married you, not..." "Not all this." "All this?" "What's wrong with all this?" "What's the matter?" "Andrew, darling, can't you see you're selling yourself?" "No, I can't, but one thing I can see..." "I'm making a success of my life, and it's hard to tell who resents it the most:" "My best friend or my wife." "If I want money, it's only a means to an end." "People judge you by what you have in this life, not what you are." "If you're one of the have-nots, you get ordered about." "Well, I've had quite enough of that in my time, and now I'm going to do some of the ordering." "Now please don't mention this nonsense to me again." "Let's get in the car unless, of course, you prefer to go by tram." "Denny, you're..." "You're..." "Don't say it." "I'll say it for you." "I'm drunk... beautiful, glorious drunk." "First time in two years, and it's wonderful, beautiful, glorious." "I still don't have a Rolls-Royce, old boy, a cigar or morning coat, monocle, spats, carnation." "This little visit's costing you 45 guineas." "I've forgotten my stethoscope." "My forceps don't work." "I want 45 guineas just the same." "Pull yourself together." "I won't pull myself together." "Why?" "I like me being apart." "Shall I tell you why I'm plastered?" "I can say something to you now, Dr. Mayfair manson," "I couldn't say while I was sober." "Way back in bracing blaenelly millions of years ago, you had hope in your eyes and courage in your heart." "That's why I gave you my microscope..." "Beautiful, beautiful microscope." "The world's full of mean people, millions of them." "When your pal goes and joins them, it hurts." "It hurts more than you'll ever know." "That's all I wanted to say." "Good-bye." "I'm all right." "I'm all right." "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." "All right." "I'll take that down later." "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." "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 if Dr. thorngood hasn't called you in, you can't come in here and interfere." "Blanket." "This pleural effusion should have been tapped days ago." "But if Dr. thorngood hasn't called you in, you can't come walking into a hospital like this." "What are you doing, doctor?" "You must be mad." "Put her down." "Oh!" "Here we go, Anna." "What does this mean?" "You've no right to attend this patient without my approval." "Mrs. Orlando, are you satisfied with this doctor's treatment of your daughter?" "No, doctor." "Do you wish to change your doctor and put her in my hands?" "Yes, doctor." "Then, sir, she's no longer a patient of yours." "Good morning." "Hemothorax, immediately." "That lung should have been collapsed weeks ago." "We may be too late." "The only thing to do is go right ahead." "I quite agree." "But I shall need an anesthetist." "I'll give the anesthetic myself." "Good." "Excuse me, doctor." "Are you going to give the anesthetic?" "Yes." "Will you prepare the hypodermic?" "1/100 of atropine." "But, Dr. manson, you know Mr. stillman isn't qualified, and you'll be assisting him at an operation." "I know it's not my place, but you must think of your career." "You'll be ruined." "Shh." "Hurry, nurse." "1/100 of atropine." "Well, Anna, you're going to have a nice little sleep now." "When you wake up, you'll feel so much better." "When you went to the queen Caroline hospital, did you or did you not influence Mrs. Orlando to remove her daughter?" "I suppose I did." "As a doctor, would you call that strictly in order?" "Perhaps not." "With reference to Mr. stillman, were you aware that he was not a qualified man?" "I was." "You knew that he was not a doctor?" "I did." "So that you deliberately went out of your way to violate the code of an honorable profession?" "I deliberately did what I thought best for my patient's health." "Thank you, Dr. manson." "After what you've just heard, gentlemen, you must be convinced beyond doubt that Dr. manson's name should be struck from the medical register for unprofessional conduct in working with a person who..." "I will not mince matters, gentlemen..." "Can only be described as a quack." "Did you say quack?" "I did." "A quack being somebody practicing medicine who is not a qualified doctor?" "Well, of course." "Have you ever heard of Louis pasteur?" "Naturally." "Would you call him a quack?" "No." "Would you perhaps call him possibly." "Well, he wasn't a doctor." "Neither was ehrlich, the man who gave medicine the best and most specific remedy in its entire history." "Nor was haffkine, who fought the plague in India better than any qualified man has ever done." "Nor was metchnikoff, nor was..." "But perhaps that's enough to be going on with, just to remind you, Mr. boon, that every man fighting disease who hasn't got his name on the register isn't necessarily a knave or a fool." "Mr. president, is Dr. manson to be allowed to compare stillman with these illustrious names?" "Dr. manson..." "Please." "Why not?" "They're only illustrious because they're dead." "Koch was laughed at in his lifetime, just as stillman is being abused now." "Stillman has had to fight prejudice and jealousy in his own country and has overcome it, but apparently not here." "Richard stillman is a great man." "He has done more for tuberculosis than any man living in this country, but because he is outside the profession, he has to be hounded by men inside the profession who have been fumbling with t.B. All their lives." "Sir, I protest." "This is strictly out of order." "Do you realize what you are saying?" "I do, sir." "I am supposed to have done something infamous by assisting stillman, an unregistered man and probably the best man in the world on this type of case." "I ask you gentlemen, is it infamous for a doctor to be directly instrumental in saving a human life?" "Gentlemen, it's high time we started putting our house in order." "We're everlastingly saying we'll do things, and we don't." "Doctors have to live, but they have a responsibility to mankind, too." "If we go on trying to make out that everything's right inside the profession and everything's wrong outside, it'll be the death of scientific progress." "I only ask you to remember the words of our own hippocratic oath:" ""Into whatsoever houses I shall enter," ""I will work for the benefit of the sick, holding aloof from all wrong and corruption."" "How many of us remember that?" "How many of us practice that?" "I have made mistakes..." "Mistakes I bitterly regret..." "But stillman isn't one of them." "And if, by what has been called my infamous conduct," "I have done anything, however small, to benefit humanity," "I am more than proud, gentlemen;" "I am profoundly grateful." "Thank you, sir, for letting me speak."