Casualty 1907 (2008–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

Remember ladies,
the London expects the
impossible - and gets it!

Stay out of our manor, Jew boy!

Understand?

Let's go! Let's go!

Dirty Jew!

Argh!

This is your first day
on the wards, ladies.

And over the coming weeks, some
of you may fall by the wayside.

Those of you who succeed,
however, will prove worthy of
the trust

that the hospital and the
patients have placed in you.

Just remember, ladies, the
London expects the impossible -
and gets it.



To your stations!

- Can I help?
- I'm Ethel Bennett, Doctor.

Are you indeed?

I'm a new probationer. I'm
supposed to report to Sister?

She's with my colonial
colleague, Dr Culpin, in that
room - over there.

Thank you, Doctor.

Don't mind if I do!

Good morning, Sister.

One in 500
Biniodide of merc...

Theatre two - I'll catch you up.

Marry me.

How do, all?

Stand aside, please!

Scissors.



Oi, Doc! That's a nice bit of
tweed, that is!

How am I supposed to walk
home without my trousers?

You won't walk at all if
you don't let me see to you.

Mind the crown jewels!

Sponges, please.

You've had a stroke
of luck, Mister?

Call me Nobby. Well, Nobby,
it looks to have missed the bone
and major vessels.

Care to explain how you came
by it?

It's the Derringer, see?

Went off in me pocket.

Contortionist, are you, Nobby?

What's that supposed to mean?

Exit. Entry. You were shot from
behind, 10, maybe 15 yards.

And this...
hasn't been fired.

And it's a lady's gun. Wouldn't
leave a wound as neat as that.

You see how the exit
wound is slit-like

and the edges aren't contused?
That's the work of a
high-velocity bullet.

How come you know so much
about it?

Cape York, Queensland, Australia

We all carried guns.
I mean, real guns. We had to.

I could shoot the dew off a
mosquito's eyelash at 100 yards!

But not with this.

Mosquitoes shoot
back round here, mate.

I need to explore, check for
fragmentation. Make sure it's
clean.

Morphine and ligatures.

NOBBY YELLS

This is going to hurt, Nobby.

Do you want to bite
down on something?

Little tighter. And tighter.
That's it.

Bastard!

Is this what you need?

You give that kike what for,
Charlie!

What the hell's going on?

I will not tolerate thuggery of
this sort in my hospital! Quiet!

You will either behave like
civilised human beings, or
you leave the premises now!

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, ma'am.

Good morning, Wellington!

Good morning, Sister.

For those of you who do not know
me, I'm Sister Russell.

And as of this morning,
Wellington falls under
my charge.

This ward is subject
to a new discipline - mine.

- Are there any questions?
- No, Sister.

Good. To details, then.

These curtains are dirty. Take
them down and send them to the
laundry.

The replacements
are to be pleated properly.

When were the reds last washed?

And when was this floor swept?

Sloppiness of this sort is no
longer acceptable. Do I make
myself clear?

Yes, Sister.

Now, to work.

- Probabationer Veveers?
- Yes, Sister?

We have this much in common
at least - we are both
starting today.

The only difference is, you're
going to learn and I'm going to
teach.

- Now!
- Nurse...

I'm in pain, here!

Mister...

Gould.

He will need an enema.

There we are, Sir.

Tidy bit of stitching, that.
Even if I say so myself!

Is there going to be a
scar, Doc?

Yes, I'm afraid there will.

Topper!

I was watching you earlier...

You can handle yourself,
you can.

I'd rather not talk about it,
if you don't mind.

You'd do alright down
the old Blackfriars ring.

I could put a word in.
And snip.

Thank you, Probationer.
See if you can find our friend
a bed on Men's Surgical.

No, I ain't hanging about.
I got business.

And besides, there's some
dirty sods up there.

You never know what
you're going to catch.

Post-operative distension
is normal, Mr Gould.

There's nothing to worry about.

Turpentine and enema solution.

Three parts to one, Probationer.

Have you greased the buttocks
and anus? We don't want
any burning.

Yes, Sister.

And hard soap under your nails?

Very good. Carry on.

Ready when you are, Nurse.

Place your finger
just inside the opening.

And...

Insert.

Now, you are not
to be nervous, old man.

And this patient
is suffering from?

Erm, Lupus Vulgaris, Doctor?

Very good! Tuberculosis of the
face. It's caused by the
same bacteria

that spread consumption in the
lungs. Nasty.

Do you know what the largest
organ in the human body is,
Probationer Goodley?

- Erm...
- It's the skin.

What a wonderful thing it is.

I used to employ sunlight to
treat conditions such as these.

It kills the bacteria,
of course.

But there's never enough of it.
Not in London, at least.

The Finsen is a new sun -
a more reliable one.

70 volts
at the flick of a switch!

Goggles, Probationer.

Stay still.

Don't let the light go in his
eyes. Now!

Let there be light!

Don't be afraid.

Let me explain how it works.

Have you ever seen
light shining on oily water?

How it shows up in
different colours?

Well, what we want is the
blue light.

Blue-violet light.

It's par excellence
for killing bacteria.

Just water. Keep the
machine cool.

One hour exposure.

Work on a small area,
the size of a sixpence.

- If you need me, you know
where to find me!
- Thank you.

He's ever so nice, isn't he?

How are we getting on?

It's all bit scary, isn't it?

I'll be alright, Miss!

Long as you're here with me.

10:03. Her Majesty should
have reached the gates.

National anthem. The band will
be a little way over there.

She'll then deliver a short
address.

I'll respond
with a few words of my own.

Further variations on, "Spare us
a farthing, Guv," no doubt!

- Bedford! Sorry I'm late,
Mr Holland.
- No, no, no, no.

Dr Bedford Fenwick, gentlemen.

He's kindly agreed to help us
with the formalities.

And very glad we are
to have him along.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Bedford, we've just heard that
her Majesty will be accompanied
on the day

by her cousin, the Dowager
Empress of Russia, no less.

- Dagmar?
- I beg your pardon?

Dagmar - that's her name.
The Empress of Russia.

Is it?

Is it? Well, Inspector Tomlinson
here of Scotland Yard...

Inspector...believes we
should be especially vigilant.

The East End, as we're always
being told, is full of Russian
immigrants

plotting outrages
of various imaginative sorts.

It's been suggested we place
members of the constabulary
about the place, incognito.

A patient, a painter...

- I see.
- Still, better safe
than sorry, I suppose. Onward!

What about some bunting, Norris?

On some of the railings behind
us and along here. Nothing
too gaudy.

And the banners should hang
from the archway.

Borough of Stepney,
Salvation Army.

And the
Railwaymen's Association.

And forward and back...

- Morning, Herr Koch!
- Morning!

Eccentric, but
brilliant. Swedish.

Now, this gentlemen, this is
where the main party will
line up.

I want Her Majesty
to meet the patrons,

Lord and Lady Derby,
the Rothschilds.

And a selection of staff.

Just about here.
All in subfusc, of course.

And the nurses.

Our life blood.

Would you liaise with matron
on this?

- Well yes, of course.
- Jolly good.

And then I think she should meet
one or two of the patients.

You still haven't
answered my question.

How did you get shot?

Bit of a misunderstanding
with some Russians.

I ain't going copper.

For the notes...

"a misunderstanding".

Couldn't have put it
better myself, Doc.

- Keep an eye on him.
- He won't be going anywhere.

Seven, eight, nine...
ten and another five this way.

One, two... Good day, Miss
Luckes.

..four, five...

..thought the residents' quintet
could set up shop here.

Tunes from the shows,
that sort of thing.

I saw the Girls of Gothenburg
last week - very good.
Very good stuff.

Dancing - we could arrange...

Will I be allowed to watch
the Queen from here, Miss?

Yes, of course, Oliver!

Mr Koba.

Twenty six.

Abdominal section to remove
a pyogenic abscess.

Just keep him in the
dorsal position for now.

Thank you, Doctor.
We know what to do.

I'm sure you do.

That's... That's very good.

. Enter!

Dr Sequeira,
thank you for coming.

We've received a memo
from the palace.

There are two or three of your
patients Her Majesty would like
to meet on her tour.

Including Oliver Blaine,
I suppose?

Hard to refuse, after her
generous support, don't
you think?

That won't be possible, I'm
afraid, Mr Holland. Surely you
can see that.

Well...

Surely you can
appreciate that leaves me

- in something of a spot. Sherry?
- No, thank you.

After all, the light department
wouldn't exist without her.

Nonetheless, the boy is a
patient, Mr Chairman, not an
exhibit.

Yes.I'm appealing to your
better nature here.

Don't have one -
this is the best I've got.

I have to balance your scruples
with practicalities.

I have to balance the books.

And the coffers are empty.

Do you want to operate
on the Mile End Road?

Think about it.

Now, are you sure you won't
join me?

It is an Oloroso.

"Misunderstanding, see?

"With some Russians.

"I ain't going copper!"

And...snip!

"Here, mind the Crown Jewels!"

"Good day's work,
Probationer Bennett! Well done.

"Give yourself a pat on the
back!"

Don't mind if I do!

It's the longest day in
the world!

I'm dead on my feet! I haven't
had a moment's rest all day.

Hello, Ethel.
And the patients!

I mean, this is one boy -
he's quite a dear, actually -

but he's got this...

I mean, you've never seen
anything like it in your life!

It's like apple jelly
all over his whole face.

Couldn't look at him at first.

- But Dr Sequeira, he's a
real sweetie.
- Well, you're lucky, then.

The Sister on Wellington
is a complete dragon!

You know why though, don't you?

She was friends with a
probationer who died
of pneumonia.

So she's been an absolute shrew
ever since. How about
you, Ethel?

- Good day?
- I'm still here!

- We're closed!
- My friend! She's having a baby!

Congratulations! No - she's
not well!

Well, go and see the
midwives in Ashfield Street.

- I've tried. They're all out!
- Call your local doctor, then.

He won't come down our street!

- She's dripping like a tap
down there!
- I'll go.

You don't want to go down that
neck of the woods, Culpin, it's
not safe.

I'll come with you.
He'll be all right with me.

I'll fetch a bag.

What a hero!

Who's that?

Nobby Clark. Blind Beggars.

Let him pass - he's a doctor.

It's 'ere. Second floor.

I'm Doctor Culpin.

I'm here to help you.

No! No!

There's no point
in my being here if...

That's it, Bill! Give her
what for!

I'm close now.
I can feel it coming down.

What's this child here?

Leave that one - it's dying.

Let me take it to the hospital.
We might be able to
do something.

I said leave it!

I'm close now!

Looks like you need a snifter!

Do you know that family, Nobby?

There's a child up there,
can't tell how old it is,

but it needs to come
into the hospital.

- Still alive, is it?
- Just.

Nothing doing.
It's none of my business, Doc.

They're all at it. Letting them
die for the insurance.

For the 'oof, you see.

Go on!

No! Not like that, like this!

- My aunt taught me.
- Here, let me!

Good evening, Sir Charles!

How good to see you!

Shall we have a drop more?

Remember your
commandments, girls!

Thou shalt honour
thy chairman and thy matron.

Thou shalt do no flirting.

Thou shalt not become
engaged to a doctor.

Thirteen days shalt thou labour.

The fourteenth is thy day off,
but thou shalt be in by 10pm!

It's true!

I had to make do.

Sorry.

You shouldn't have!

You needn't have gone
to all this trouble.

It's no trouble, Ada.

I'd do anything for you,
you silly old stick!

You know that.

To us.

What if someone comes in?

Let them. What's wrong?
We're in love, aren't we?

- You are a fool!
- Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Not any more.

Of course it matters!

What if Matron were to...?

- I'm leaving the London.
- You?!

Well, one of us has to.

You know the rules.

But...where?

They want me at Harley
Street. Bart's.

I don't know.

Look, I know you need time to
come to a decision. I'm giving
you that.

Time.

Time to
look a gift horse in the mouth!

You... You're right.

I am a fool.

I didn't mean...

No. I've made demands of you
that were unfair.

But you see, I couldn't
help myself.

I'm a fool.

Thank you.

For understanding, I mean.

I shall be on tenterhooks,
of course.

But at least I shan't be
making a nuisance of myself!

Come on then!

Nuisance!

Come in.

So...if this represents
the hospital gardens...

- What?
- What?

No, what does? What represents
the hospital gardens?

- This.
- I see!

Sorry! Go on.

So... Sidney thought your nurses
should be positioned here.

There's the staff nurses, of
course.

The sisters.

And perhaps some probationers.

Yes, probationers.

Neat as a new pin.

And Her Majesty herself
will enter from here.

I hardly think
that's appropriate.

- I'm sorry?
- Well, I ask you!

Eva...

You forget yourself.

No, Eva, please.

What right have you to touch me?

Look, I am sorry.

But I...You would
rake over embers, Bedford.

Now you won't make a fuss,
will you?

- This might just sting a little.
- What is it?

I just put chloride
to clear up the...

On your trouble.

There you are.

Stay still.

Right...

Size of a sixpenny piece.

Even with one eye, I can see
you're the prettiest nurse in
the room.

But you can't see me
behind these goggles.

You can't see me behind this.

Lie still now.

Receiving room.

I understand.

Accident at St Catherine's Dock.

All hands!

We'll need full
muster immediately.

Probationer!

Back to your ward, ask them
to send everyone they can
to the receiving.

- And fetch Mr Fenwick, will you?
- Yes, Matron.

Look sharp, but don't run.

We'll need as many beds
as possible.

Mr Frobisher can be moved to
Harrison, likewise Mr Perry.

See if you can find space
on Raphael for Mr Salter.

- Yes, Sister.
- Clean sheets and dressings.

Bandages, dressings, splints,
syringes, morphia, got that?

I think so, Dr Carpenter.

Come on!

Me?

- Frightened?
- I'm not supposed to be here.

- You're supposed to be here if
I say you are.
- No, I'm not.

I'm a probationer.
It says in my standing orders...

I don't give a stuff
about standing orders.

Standing orders won't
save lives.
You will.

Quick as you can!

Quick as you can,
Doctor, please!

There's six or seven of 'em
trapped down there.

They're awful bad, Doctor.

They're trapped underground.

We're trying to clear away
through.

This way. Straight down here.

It was in the lift, Doctor.

The cable snapped, I think.

- How far did they fall?
-60ft must be. Maybe more.

Clear the way, the
doctor's coming.

They weren't supposed
to be in there,

but it's the quickest way out
at meal break.

COUGHING

Get that beam out the way!

- What is this? Rum?
- Yeah, shipment just come in.

One spark and the lot'll go up.

COUGHING

My name's Culpin, I'm a doctor.
How many of you are in there?

There's... There's seven of us.

But two ain't moving.

All right...

Too many for the ambulance.

We need a cart.
Something they can lie on.

Come on!

Get us out of here.

Hold on!

For God's sake, get us out of
here.

- Get us out!
- You heard the man!

Over here.

There's another one.

Are you all right?I'm still
here.

Put your backs into it.

Clear this stuff off the
top now.

The rest is gonna come down.

For God's sake, get us out
of here!

- What's your name, sir?
- Jim.

Where does it hurt?

- Jim, where does it hurt?
- My arm!!

He's got a fracture here.
Splints. Splints.

So sorry, I forgot them.

Newspapers, broom
handles, anything.

Get him back.

Jim?

Jim?

- Ammonium spirit.
- Yes.

- Keep him awake. No morphia.
- There's another one here, Doc.

Use the clovers if you have
to.!

Morphia.

Morphia!

Morphia!!

Another one!

As quick as we can.

Keep them coming.

It's gonna come down!

Stay with me, Bill, hang on.

Gotcha, you're next.

I think he's going.
Come on, give me your hand.

There are no more stretchers.

Hurry!

Hurry up!

That's the last.

Give me your hand.

- Come on boys, lets get Tom out.
What's your name?
- Hooley.

Thomas Hooley.

CRASHING

SCREAMING

Come on.

Come on, move it.

- We've got to move them now.
- What's wrong?

That's all we've got.

Get those on the cart.

Are you all right?

I'm...

I don't know, I'm...

Excited?

Is that wrong?

It's good.

You're safe.

Look where you're going,
you silly girl.

Examination room quickly.

Swabs.

Saline infusion, quickly.

The pulse is fading.
Come on. Come on!

Troubles?

Puncture wound
to the sterner mastoid.

He's lost a quantity of blood,

but there's no sign of arterial
damage... Well, none I can see.

Compression fracture to the
skull, I think,

but I can't find any
sub-conjunctival haemorrhage.

Scratches.

All right, all right.

Colour?

Red.

Red. What does that mean?
Crimson, cardinal,
scarlet, vermillion?

Diagnosis is detail man,
be precise.

Red. This is scarlet.
Rubies and pillar-boxes.

Arterial blood is much darker.

The spleen is perforated -
get him up to theatre.

I... I missed that.

Easily done, easily done.

Bloody student.

Damn.

How's this chap? Thomas Hooley.

Comminuted fractures to
both legs.

Crepitus but not
too much blood loss.Theatre.

You are a brave man, Hooley.

Gown.

He calls for his pipe,
he calls for his bowl,

he calls for his fiddlers three.

I've been told this man put the
lives of his friends before
his own.

Is a hero's life worth more
than a coward's??

Probably not.

I suggest we do our damnedest
for this fellow.

Let's get to work.

Dr Laws, can you take over
for me in here, please?

I'm not one of your
precious nurses, Culpin.

I'm the receiving room officer.

Concentrate on your patients
and not on your position.

I'll pretend you didn't
say that.

Keep a civil tongue in your head
or it's back to Botany Bay
for you.

And with a little pressure...

There.

Well, they're in accurate enough
a position.

I've done the best I can.

There are still some splinters
around the condyles of the
tibia,

but it would do more harm than
good to go fishing about.

His soft tissue is damaged
enough as it is.

We'll close up

and keep a careful watch on him.

Sutures.

BELLS PEAL

Everything's in order.

This one's only just come
up from theatre.

Thomas Hooley, both
legs splinted.

I've put them under a cradle.

Check the dressings hourly.

Can I help you?

I was hoping to see Mr Hooley.

I was with him at the
site of the accident.

Mr.Hooley is resting after an
operation and not to be
disturbed, as you should know.

Yes, Sister.

Sister Russell,
I wanted a word with you.

Dr Laws.I understand
congratulations are in order.

I saw Dr Walton last night
and he spilled the beans...

Just to me of course. On the QT.

You must be thrilled.

Why?

Jolly good.

Jolly good, you had me then.

He's a damn good egg that one.

He'll go far, mark my words.

You've done very well
for yourself, my girl.

Yes, I have, haven't I?

Have you set the date yet?

'Sister, I have the other party
on the line.

'Connecting you now.'Thank you.

'Ada?'James.

Is anything wrong?

Well, actually, yes.

'I ran into Dr Laws this
evening...

I know. I know, I know.

The thing is I've been
positively bursting to tell
someone for days.

I'd had a couple of whiskies...

'I'm sorry.

'Are you terribly angry with
me?'

No.

Yes.

Is the idea of being
Mrs James Walton so dreadful?

James, don't. It's...

If you'd only make up your mind.

It's more complicated than that.

How complicated can it be, Ada?

James...

LAUGHTER

'I'm sorry, Ada, I have to
dash.'

Goodbye...

James.

Sister, I brushed the reds
with carbolic

and prepared milk jellies
for the convalescents.

The reds and the milk jellies.

Yes. Very good.

Well, carry on.

With what, sister?

Whatever you're doing.

It's so dark in here.

I can't see. I can't see.

No!

Mum.

Terribly sorry, old chap.
Get him ready, would you?

'Dear Lord.'

We pray for the sick and the
dying.

'We pray especially for the men
who lost their lives in the
accident at St Katharine's Docks

'We pray for their families, we
pray for the men who were
injured.'

Dear Lord, in your mercy. Amen.

Amen.

Thank you.

I prefer what's known
as the flap method...

Since it avoids the scar
forming opposite the end
of the bone spur, here.

Neat little peg.
Now we need to maintain a decent
flow of blood through the flap,

so the posterior muscles
are transected thus
at the level of the bone cut.

Irrigate, please.

Ensure you've got rid of
any debris, bone, so forth
before closing up.

Yes. Thank you.

..before closing up and using
what type of sutures?Figure of
eights.

Good, excellent, well done.

Right, one down, one to go.
Sutures.

There remains the question of
the tradesmen's bills. Butchers,
bakers, candlestick makers.

We owe a considerable sum of
money.

Then we'll find a considerable
sum of money.At the end of the
rainbow?

Morris, you are such a
hand-wringer.

The Lord will provide.Which
Lord?

Blasphemy, Morris.

There's only one Lord.
Rothschild.

We are nurses now.

Can you believe it?

Yes, I can believe it...

But not for ever, not for me.

What do you mean?
I want to be a doctor.

All right then, if I can't
be a doctor, then I'll be a
surgeon like Mr Fenwick.

Morning, Mr H. Good day today?
Morning, Tommy.

Blimey, I feel like a right
toff.

And so you are, Tommy, so you
are.

That's not straight.

Where are the other hangings,
the streamers - have they not
arrived?

We need something here,
some flowers.

Morning, you're going to
be meeting Majesty in person
I understand.

15 minutes everybody - come on.

All hands to the pumps.

Ready for parade, Miss Luckes?

SHE LAUGHS

Chop chop, sister.

A little bit to the left. That's
good. Now, very still, please.

But what if I get, you know,
caught short?I'm sure you'll be
fine.

I never learned my letters,
miss.

D'you mind?Of course.

It's from the Clydeside
Shipping Company.

Right.

"To Mr Thomas Hooley
of 3 Mansell Passage. We would
like to take this opportunity

"to offer you our sincere
condolences for the
loss of your colleagues.

"At this sad time, our thoughts
are with you and your family."

Morning, Inspector Tomlinson.

Nice clobber

"Following instructions
from our solicitors,

"we regret to inform you that,
by being present
in an unauthorised location,

"you were acting contrary
to company regulations
and therefore... "

Go on.

"..are ineligible for
compensation."

I wonder if I could ask you to
stand a little more to the
right?

Excellent.

CHEERING

Perfect.

Mr Hooley.

Mr Hooley...

And hup, hup, hup.

And hup, hup and hup.

He's Swedish, ma'am.

And turn and hup, hup,
hup, hup, hup, hup, hup.

D'you know what?

I wish I'd died with me mates.

What good am I to
anyone without me legs?

The missus, the little 'uns.

Look on the bright side, mate,
you can always sell your
slippers.

At this point,
I feel I must say a few words,
with your permission, ma'am.

Your Majesty, my lords,
ladies and gentlemen,

without your generous,
unstinting support

there would be no London
Hospital.

We rely on your goodwill,

perhaps now more than ever.

I don't have many opportunities
to say this in public

and never before
such an august company,

but I'd like to offer
a heartfelt thank you.

Thank you.

London, three cheers
for Her Majesty the Queen.

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

I wanted to thank you, James,
for allowing Blaine
to be photographed.

Against my better judgment.

I know Her Majesty will be
grateful.

She's an ally, James.
We need allies.

Thank you so much.

I don't suppose this will be
on the Queen's tour.

I've been looking for you.
There's something I wanted you
to have.

Here. I thought you might
find it interesting.

That's it. Very still now,
please.

That's it, Your Majesty. Thank
you.

Blind Beggar, I think.

My round, boys.