Mercy Street (2016–2017): Season 2, Episode 3 - One Equal Temper - full transcript

The medical exam.
Apparently you never took it.

Smallpox? It's a nigger disease.

You've seen these spots?
I've treated typhoid.

- She needs to be isolated.
- I am tending a patient!

You'll stay. I promise.

Tell Alice that I love her.

- I'll help you sneak through.
- You'd need a password, uniform.

I have a house guest
who's most friendly.

The current password at
the picket is "persimmon."

- You're a spy.
- No!

Ah!



An unfinished letter will be left

for the federal authorities

saying he contemplates desertion.

Get on.

Easy. Easy.

Whoa.

He's a man. Don't be so dainty.

Your vowels are too adorned.
Start again.

Father.

Keep going. It'll be light soon.

We'll put lumber over to cover it.

Later, I'll have men drag the oak desk

and some crates over here.

Nobody will want to move all that.



When you were a boy,

you used to run around
this place like a monkey.

Climb up in those rafters.

I'd chase you for hours.

You're not a boy anymore.

Belinda, is no one down
for breakfast yet?

Tired folks this morning.

- Oh.
- You spent the night over there?

I have a friend who's sick.

Let's check your fever.

I had strange dreams.

Visions.

What sort of visions?

As a child, when I got sick,
my father would recite a poem.

"One equal temper

of heroic hearts made weak by...

something something...

strong in will..."

I knew it so well once. I...

Strong in will and soon in body.

Isn't that so, Miss Hastings?

We certainly hope so.

I know sick nurses
are sometimes sent home,

but I don't want that. I must stay.

- Please?
- Don't worry.

I have nothing to return to.

You will remain here under my care.

When we argued...

about smallpox, about that night, I...

Not now.

Not now.

We'll talk about everything soon.

And had I no obligations,

I would stay with you all day,

tend you and you alone, but...

Yes. Go see your patients.

I shall rest.

Time's up. They want the room.

Ask me, you don't need
to learn nothing.

You know everything there is
to about a woman's body.

All right, Dr. Hale.

See you next time.

Mm-hmm.

Sorry you didn't get a chance
to go north.

But I ain't sorry we get to keep you.

You were here all night?

You have an objection to that?

I don't expect a man to work
himself to death.

Don't worry yourself over me.

It pains you, what you had to do.

I know. I feel for you over it.

But we've given up things...
or had them taken from us.

For some, it's what we were born to.

- Where you taking me?!
- Doctor says he's got the pox.

- Take me back!
- We can't keep him inside.

- Get his legs.
- Niggers!

- Nothing but niggers!
- Easy.

- They got no right to be here!
- Oh, quiet!

Okay. Easy. Easy. Easy, sir!

Get your damn, dirty hands off of me!

- Easy!
- You need to be here, sir.

In the black hell?!

I want to go back to
the white people hospital!

Sir. My name's Charlotte Jenkins,

and here's how this goes.

Those who do as we say
try to get better.

They end up walking out
that way, mostly.

Those kicking up a fuss get sicker.

End up being carried out back
and put in the ground.

So lie there now, Mister,

and figure out which way
you want to go.

Or else I just may have
to decide for you.

Nurse, do you have a moment?

Good morning, Sister. Good morning.

You look as if you spent
the night doing ungodly things.

Denied my usual company,

I sought camaraderie
at the City Hotel.

My, my. I would have thought

that den of inequity beneath you.

That den offers refuge.

By your breath, I'd say the refuge

was found in a bottle of whiskey.

Liquor lubricates my unending
lessons in human physiology.

I'm only trying to meet
your expectations.

Dr. Hale, a Confederate boy
was brought in

along with some Union wounded.

Could I prevail upon you
to examine him?

Certainly, Miss Green.

I'm likely to find more amiability

with the enemy.

Excuse me, Miss.

I have a message from Miss Dix
for a Major McBurney.

I will see that he gets it.

Miss, it's urgent business
related to a nurse here.

I'm supposed to--

Superb. We are in perfect accord.

She has agreed with your choice
for a new head nurse?

Hmm? No, nothing like that.

Miss Dix has dispatched
an escort to take her away.

To take who away, sir?

Miss Phinney.

Better she die at home than here,

where she might cause
so much more damage.

By spreading her disease, I mean.

Miss Phinney's on the mend, I believe,

and of some value here.

The calipers do not lie,
Miss Hastings.

Her brain is poorly shaped...

asymmetrical with a bloated
sense of amativeness.

Do you know what amativeness is?

It means her organ is
overly attuned to love.

That...

is a weakness.

Which brings me to my next subject...

that malcontent Foster.

Sir?

Ah, Captain. So prompt.
You continue to delight.

Yes, well, uh, there is something
I wish to address with you.

And I with you.

Yes, well, shall I... go first?

You go first. Proceed.

My concern for a patient
prompted certain words

and actions for which I now feel
the need to apologize.

No mere patient.
Our own dear Miss Phinney.

Rest assured, it was all well
within my understanding.

Good.

Then perhaps we can speak of
Miss Phinney's care.

I've recently read the findings
of Dr. William... Budd...

on the... contagion of typhoid fever.

Precautions can be achieved
with minimal disruption.

Precautions? Interesting.

Now, General Schnaetzle
of General Pope's army,

encamped nearby awaiting orders
to move on the enemy,

has fallen ill.

Duty precludes him coming to us.

I'd like you to go provide treatment.

Miss Hastings will accompany you.

- I-I may be required by--
- Miss Hastings?

My most brilliant doctor
and my finest nurse.

The general will feel well tended to.

And tomorrow, we will discuss
Miss Phinney's care.

Now, as the Russians say,
"bystro, bystro."

It means "quickly."

Miss Hastings.

Do not return before dark.

By then the deed will be done.

It's all for the best.

I'll be back before nightfall.

Tell her I'll come by then.

Peritonitis. He won't make
it through the night.

- Someone should inform him.
- You mean...

I'm to tell him?

It would be more acceptable
coming from someone

in sympathy with his cause.

Are you sure he'll die?

Yes.

But I hope I'm wrong.

Oh. Drifted off.

What'd the doc say?

He, uh...

He said he has hope.

At times like this,

it is important that
preparations be made.

No. No, that's terrible.

Corporal, your condition
offers scant promise

for recovery, so...

You were at prayer?

No.

I needed a moment of my own.

And I was hoping to find you.

I've been tasked with a duty that...

I am unsure how to accomplish.

What sort of duty?

Telling a boy he's about to die.

I steel myself.

I have words ready, but then...

when I look at him...

I feel a dread as I have never known.

Let's see him together.

Got your horse over here.
All watered and fed.

So, you're staying on with us, I hear?

I would not pry as to the reasons.

Some things just have to be.

Prepared for our journey?

Yes.

Let's make haste.
We must be back before dark.

Not too fast now.
I have a capricious stomach.

Where'd you get the blue jacket?

One of our lodges.

He won't miss it?

I don't expect so.

I can't wait to get back out there.

I can do some good.

You feel all right, Alice?

Fitful sleep.

This is an act of valor.

Valor of a true hero.

Halt!

- Captain.
- Corporal.

Where you journey, sir?

My purpose?

It's required that I ask, Captain.

When an officer and a lady enjoy
an afternoon ride,

is it not impolite to inquire
as to their purpose?

Indeed it is, Miss. Indeed it is.

I still need the password.

The password.

Persimmon.

Would you slow down a tad?

The bounce of the horse,
bumps in the road.

My stomach.

You are concerned for Miss Phinney?

Perhaps the hospital is not
the best environment

for her to recuperate.

It is sometimes beneficial
to remove the typhoid patient

to a more pristine environment.

Remove Miss Phinney, you mean?

- For her own recovery.
- No.

No, Miss Phinney is best cared
for by us, at our hospital.

Typhoid was one of the first
calamities I faced.

In the Crimea.

I nursed a man all the way
from the brink of death.

He was able to return
to the battle, valiantly.

Two weeks later, he was dead.

"Made weak by... fear"?

- What was it?
- "Time and fate."

It's "Ulysses"
by Alfred Lord Tennyson,

the poem Miss Phinney's
father recited.

Tennyson? Really?

"Made weak by time and fate,
but strong in will."

"Ulysses."

Yes.

Yes, thank you, Miss Hastings.

Now, if you will, a tad slower?

"'Tis not too late to seek
a newer world."

"Though much is taken, much abides...

And though...

we are not now that strength

which in old days
moved earth and heaven,

that which we are, we are.

One equal temper of heroic hearts..."

Are you here for Miss Dix?

Major McBurney?

I'm Lisette Beaufort.

I believe you received
the letter from Dr. Maynard.

Oh, yes. I apologize.

I was expecting...

You're the artist.

An illustrator.

Many would argue
that is not an artist.

Your work serves
an anatomical reference.

Art serving science.

I call that art of the highest order.

You are too kind, Major.

Are you a believer in la phrenologie?

Yes. Yes, I am.

I did some sketches
for Jean Pierre Flourens

at the College de France.
Do you know him?

Well, he was-- How to say--

skeptical about the scientific
basis of Gall's theories.

But who knows?
The brain, c'est mysterieuse.

Yes, well, Dr. Maynard wrote
that you'd be in Alexandria

- for a number of weeks.
- Indeed.

I would like to sketch
some of your patients.

I will try not to d?ranger--
Disturb you.

You mustn't be here like this!

You must return to your room!

Stop. Stop!
Miss Phinney, calm yourself.

- Nurse Mary.
- I saw him.

- He was walking down the hall.
- Miss Phinney.

He was walking down the hall.
I could hear his voice.

To your room!

I saw him.
He was walking down the hall.

I could hear his voice!

I saw--

Who did you see, Miss?

My father.

Tell me about him while we go
back to your room.

It's too cold out here to be
dressed like that.

Who are you?

Lisette.

I'm new to this place.

Won't you acquaint me?

Dennis, I'm Chaplain Hopkins.

Uh-oh.

I know what it means when
they bring the holy man.

Sorry. I tried to tell you earlier.

Don't be. I saw you.

Your eyes spoke softer
than your words.

I'd like to learn more about you, son.

Your likes and interests.

So you can speak for me when I'm gone?

Can you praise the cause
I'll have died for?

Pray for God-sent victory
over your own?

I can praise the man who dies
for what he believes.

Don't want it. Don't need it.

You do me a disservice, son.

Better my death go unsung
than be eulogized by the enemy.

Corporal, I will find a preacher
to your likin'.

I figured you for one of us.

Mr. Green...

Who the hell is this?

Wait by the horses.

And you would be?

I work for General McClellan.

Had the pleasure of meeting
your daughters

as part of an investigation.

Investigation into what?

The attempted murder of
a steward at the hospital.

We believe that the assailant

may be involved in bigger plans.

I cannot say I know him.

Perhaps it's a poor likeness.

No, it's quite good. I met the man.

Oh. So you let him slip away?

Saw him with your daughters.

What are you implying, sir?

That a father might know a man

keeping company with his daughters.

Are you trying to provoke offense?

No, sir. Never that.

What did you say your name was?

I didn't, but it's Pinkerton.

Yes, sir.

That Pinkerton.

"Made weak by time and fate
but strong in will."

A wonderful poem. I read it in school.

I prefer the "Charge
of the Light Brigade."

"When can their glory fade?

O, the wild charge they made!"

Well, here we are.

Or a good sonnet.

General Schnaetzle,

Captain Foster from
the Mansion House Hospital.

Why is this lady present?

Uh, Nurse Hastings will assist me.

General, please feel no discomfort.

I served with the British
military in the Crimea.

My condition is of a male derivation.

I have only ever nursed men, sir.

No need to worry.

If you could speak of
your symptoms, General.

I I have pain upon passing water.

- Pain here?
- No, no. Further down.

Do not touch.

I will point.

Ah.

Can you lower your trousers?

Have you noted any discharge?

Discharge?

The meatus is inflamed.

Signs of discharge are evident.

You have gonorrhea, sir.

The boys call it "gleep" or "clap."

It's these dirty whores
that follow us around.

No fault of my own.

The treatment involves introduction

of a small catheter.

Are-- A-Are you certain this is safe?

Absolutely.

The catheter was in fact invented

by Benjamin Franklin for use
on his brother.

Once inserted, the urethra is flooded

with a silver nitrate solution
to kill the infection.

You might wish to advise your men

not to be alarmed should you cry out.

It can be quite painful.

Captain, this is man's business.
I demand you do this on your own.

Breathe.

Ohh. Oh! Aah.

Aaaaaah!

Whoa.

Place looks abandoned.

We'll stay here
until the gunfire subsides.

We should keep going.

Doesn't serve anybody's purpose
if we get ourselves killed.

Frank.

Came off the road seeking shelter.

There were gunshots in the woods.

Began before dawn.

My wife, Grace, and our boy, Joshua.

I am Solomon.

Alexander Kimbel.

This is my sister-in-law,
Miss Martha Banks.

Thy horse and carriage are best
hidden in the barn.

Soldiers are given to theft.

Most obliged.

Thou need not fear.

They have already come, taken
from our larder, and gone.

The Yankees did? Our men?

From both sides.

Solomon asked me to bring this in.

Over there, if you please.

Thy sister's husband has not yet
been called to serve?

I'm not much for fighting, ma'am.

But our fear of it drives
our prayers for victory.

Quakers see no victory in conflict.

We pray only to end the killing.

Slavery is an evil,

but more evil is the taking of life.

Someone loved like
this child is loved,

taken forever from those
who have loved them.

Do you believe God punishes them?

Punishes who?

Those who kill,

cause life to be taken.

Even the fallen are children of God.

There is no child the
Holy Father cannot forgive.

"Whore" is such an unkind word.

Wielded in the most injurious ways.

To him, they are the whores.
To me, women trying to survive.

Off we go.

Time we move on, Miss Hastings.

Oh, no. Mustn't leave him like that.

Please, we are due back.

How old is this dressing?

Can't rightly recall, Miss.

You must keep it clean.

- Looks suppurated.
- Indeed.

But localized still.

Do you want to lose a limb, soldier?

Or even expire?

You must maintain a sanitary field.

If you have no one
to dress it for you,

you must do it yourself.

Or have your friend here do it.

I will be back again to check on you.

You intend to come back here?

No, but fear makes them vigilant.

Well, well. Quite good, Miss Hastings.

N-Now, may we?

Another moment, please.

My father gave me fortitude
when I was sick as a child.

He died soon after I married.

I'm sorry if I alarmed you.

Why do you do this, sketch me?

It is my work. And my habit.

You take care of people.

I draw them.

You have a husband at war?

No.

I'm widowed.

It's been...

well, quite a while now.

Or do you have an amour?

Forgive me. I am too inquisitive.

Painters are very aware of color.

For example, your cheeks
just turned pink.

It's complicated.

It's not a doctor.

Oh, no. Pauvre.

I once knew a doctor
who could say precisely

what I felt by the pulse
of a single vein.

He sounds most observant.

He came to Salpetriere
to be a surgeon.

Well, they all come for that.

But more than the skill
with his hands,

his greatest gift was his mind.

Diagnostique... seeing subtle
signs of malady.

His treatment was very imaginative.

Did you love him?

Do you love yours?

Miss Mary, I'm sorry.

I've... been told
to prepare you for travel.

Travel?

No, I-I'm to remain here.

Major McBurney ordered it.

What?

No! You...

You tell him I want
to see him immediately.

I'm not going anywhere. You tell him!

Oh, there's granddaddy
right over there.

Hi, Grandpa.

Hi, little one.

Have you brung me a treat?

Topsy, any biscuits for me?

Come on. Didn't your mammy teach
you about being generous?

Leave her be now! Leave her be.

Give me some of those!

Keep your hands off her!

Hey!

No, no, no! Sit down. Sit down.

Come on.

Help hold him down.

Get some help!

Artery's intact.

He must have poked through a vein.

Go get a doctor out here.

Grab that sheet. Tear it in strips.

- How do you know what to do?
- I just do.

Aah! I don't want no nigger
hands in me!

Mother. What are you doing here?

I received your message
about needing a pastor.

I didn't mean for you to come.

I've summoned Reverend Burwell.

Now, where is this sick boy?

Corporal, this is my mother.

I've brought you some nice cakes.

I have no appetite, ma'am.

The Reverend Maurice Burwell,

a believer in our cause,
is on his way.

Perhaps some news of our victories

will help invigorate you.

Forrest has beaten them
in Murfreesboro.

We've got the Yankees on the run
down in Tennessee.

I'll die with a victory prayer...

on my lips.

We shall pray for it together.

Three souls bound by the glory
of this cause.

Nothing here to suture with.

So we'll have to do it
a different way.

- Here, hold this.
- Aah!

Hold him firm.
Don't let him flop around.

No! No! No!

No! Aah.

No!

No. Wha-- No!

No, no, no.

This is gonna hurt, sir.

No, no, no. No!

No! No, no, no. No, no. No!

- Good.
- No! No!

No, no, please.

Aah!

Good Lord.

Samuel!

Wha--

Femoral vein was punctured, sir.

He was losing too much blood.

You cauterized it?

Yes.

Charcoal on his burned flesh?

That nigger tried to kill me.

A poultice would have been better,

but there was no time.

The charcoal stanches the blood,

fights against infection.

So, you knew this was a vein, then?

Yes, sir. Femoral.

Femoral, and not the, um--

Popliteal artery?

Yeah, that... that one.

How did you... How did you know that?

An even flow. No pulse like
there'd be with an artery.

He was trying
to save him, Doctor.

You can't be angry at him.

Clean him up. Come see me.

Suppose he thinks of death?

They tried.

Baltimore, now there's rumors
again in Alexandria.

They give me that in town.

Funny-looking fella.

I see him as a lost soul.

It's a bad thing he did,

but even this man can be forgiven

if he stands before God and repents.

It's getting farther off, I think.

But safest for thee is to remain
with us a short while longer.

That farmer knows who I am.

He has the flier with my face on it,

a picture of Abe on the wall,
and I found a gun.

You're just nervous, Frank.

A Union Army issue Colt pistol.

It's for protection or hunting.

Their sympathies are not with ours.

They pray only for peace.
They favor neither side.

What if you're wrong?

What if they turn me in?

Maybe they think that'd be
an act of peace.

They wouldn't.

There's a reward, Alice.

These people are poor as church mice.

He doesn't know.

Dinner's ready.

No need.

Thank you.

We'd best prepare our departure.

I-I'd suggest waiting until tomorrow.

For thy safety.

I'll go hitch up our wagon.

Hon, they need that.
Why'd you take it?

If they tell that I was here,

people will be looking for us.

We'd both end up hanged.

You're right.

Let's go. They don't need the gun.

But...

leaving them alive means
that we get caught.

Wait here.

No, Frank.

Frank...

don't.

They're peaceful people.

They have a baby.

Frank. Frank, please.

Oh, God.

Oh, please, God. No, no.

Not them, not like this.

It wasn't right to take their gun.

These folks were good to us.

Your various delays
have made us late already.

It would be inhumane
not to let the horse rest.

I am still hopeful to return
before nightfall.

I promised.

I saw this at the sutler's tent.

I thought you might want it.

Tennyson.

Well...

that's kind of you.

Miss Phinney has, at times,
expressed concern

you felt enmity towards her.

But I am sure she will be
touched by the gift.

I didn't last long, you know.

With Miss Nightingale in Scutari.

The boy I told you about who
got better only to be killed,

I loved him.

I fell in love with him
while sitting vigil.

And when he died,
I could not hide my sorrow.

Miss Nightingale, she knew.

She saw my secret.

And she told me to go.

I am sorry, Miss Hastings.

And I am sorry if I've been impatie--

She's being sent home.

You must ride hard.

If not, she won't be there
when you return.

I was told... promised by Dr. Foster
that I would be treated here.

This is in your own best interest.

No, it is not!

And you must understand

that typhoid threatens
patients and staff.

Is he aware of this?

Even Miss Dix agrees.

Does he know?!

Miss Green, please inform
Miss Dix's envoy

that Miss Phinney is ready to go.

No, I am not ready to go.

Dr. Foster will be back soon.

I'm not asking!

Tell the lady we're ready.

- Major, please, don't...
- Miss Phinney.

Don't send me away. Please. Please.

Please. Please.

You heard me, Miss Green.

Now.

Hyah! Hyah!

Does Dr. Foster know?

Tell him I said goodbye.

May God make you well, Nurse Mary.

What will you do?

Mrs. Fairfax has a cottage nearby.

I'll spend the night there.

She said she'd fix it with Mother.

Those are our boys over there.

I meant to give you this...

after Tom died.

I couldn't do it then, but...

you should know that he was
thinking of you when he went.

Those Quakers got me wondering--

What if none of this
is what God wants?

Why would he?

It's harder and harder to see
any good coming from it.

And I'm tired...

of all the killing.

Be safe, little sister.

Enter.

I know I shouldn't have laid
hands on that man,

but he was in peril.

You have hidden abilities, it seems.

You've studied.

Are you familiar with these?

Some.

Yes, sir.

I once read Latin.

Caesar and Tacitus.

I was never a great student,
but whatever I acquired,

it is now gone, forgotten,

along with a good deal of anatomy.

I...

uh, I'm soon faced with an examination

wherein that knowledge
would be of great importance.

You have the right books, sir.

Yes, I've tried on my own
to memorize, but, um...

Well, I f--
I feel I would fare better

if someone were to act as tutor.

You're thinking I could tutor you?

Shh. On the quiet.

I could offer a tangible
expression of my gratitude.

Here I thought you called me
in for a wood shedding.

Yes, well, the Peninsula
didn't go quite as planned.

No, I imagine not.

Jimmy!

Remember Mr. Pinkerton?

Twice in one day. What a surprise.

The pleasure's mine, I'm sure.

Apparently, Jimmy,
Captain Van der Berg,

who was staying in
the guest room upstairs,

well, he-- he failed
to report for duty.

Did he? I saw him just yesterday.

Desertion is not uncommon
among enlisted men,

but an officer...

Needless to say,
there's some perplexity.

Strange coincidence,
you having two separate matters

to discuss with us
on the very same day.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

At least, I hope it is.

Might I see his room?

Our girl can take you up.

I'd... prefer to review it on my own.

That's quite a lump you've got.

I was hit by some lumber.

Furniture can be a dangerous business.

Where's Mother?

With Emma.

Trouble over a rebel patient.

Chaplain Hopkins,
this is Reverend Burwell.

How do you do, sir?

I have comforted this brave young man

forced to face his final hour
among the enemy.

I'm glad he had you to guide him.

Shall we proceed with the eulogy?

The noble struggle in which
Dennis Ray Bryant has fallen

was sanctioned by God Almighty.

"God shall enlarge Japeth

and Canaan shall be his servant."

Thus, in Genesis 9,

God decrees the dark-skinned
sons of Ham to bondage.

Dennis Ray Bryant died
defending the Bible's holy word

against those who would defy it
and sin against God.

We are the army of God.

God's warriors uphold His word,

keeping the sons of Ham in bondage.

I lost my leg serving God's law!

Scripture proves your loss
was not for His will!

This can't go on.

Your fight is both unworthy
and unholy.

Reverend, please.

Our cause alone is validated

by the word of God.

You are wrong, sir.

Matthew 7, the words of Jesus.

"Whatsoever ye would that
man should do to you,

do ye even so to them.
For this is the law."

I was speaking for the fallen hero.

As you would do to others,
must be as is done to you.

Would you have yourself
made a slave, sir?

You dare to challenge me?

What right have you to interrupt
this eulogy?

To falsely sanctify the abomination

of slavery with holy scripture!

Mother, by what right are wounded
shamed for what they believe in?

- It is wrong, sir!
- And what you believe as well?

Have you fallen so far
from this family, Emma?

Chaplain Hopkins,
this is Mrs. Everett,

Corporal Bryant's aunt.

I've come too late.

My sympathies for your sadness, ma'am.

This is Reverend Burwell.

My deepest condolences.

Oh, Denny.

What did they do to you?

In her grief is found our purpose...

to comfort, not to confront.

Doctor reprimand you?

No.

He wants me to tutor him.

- Tutor him?
- For an exam.

- He'll even pay me.
- Figures.

Now he won't have to reveal to
an "equal" what he doesn't know.

You're a hard case, Charlotte.

Schooled by masters.

'Course, to me, they were "massa."

How long has it been
since you escaped?

October, 1853.

I ran for days...

weeks.

I didn't know where I was going.

Hiding, hurting, hoping.

Till someone told me about a woman

that wanted to help make people free.

They called her "Moses."

That's how I found Miss Tubman.

Taught me what it meant to give.

No husband for you?

I never desired motherhood.

A blessing, I'm sure it is,

but I could never bear the thought

of a child of mine being sold
or put in chains.

You almost done?

I need the soap.

Easy.

Whoa.

Dr. Foster.

Mary... Where is she?

Mary? Mary!

- Sir--
- Step aside. She's my patient.

I'm here. I'm right here.

She's feverish. Get a moist cloth.

Her ship's leaving soon.

I don't give a damn about the ship.

Bring her something.

I thought I might not see you.

If I'd known, I never would have left.

Look.

Miss Hastings found the poem.

It's called "Ulysses."

The one your father recited.

Sir, we must board now.

"That which we are, we are."

"One equal temper...

of heroic hearts made weak by--"

"Time and fate.

But strong in will

to strive, to seek, to find--"

"And not to yield."

Will he be there?

My father, will he be waiting?

Will he be waiting?

I shall see you before long.

This great, big war...

So many hospitals
and you show up at this one?

I see you two have been
previously acquainted.

Samuel plans to become
a doctor himself one day.

- You may yet save many lives.
- Yes, we may.

Your work is at the bedside, Chaplain.
Not in the battlefield.

You're not going out there.
They'll shoot you!

- These people are marked for retribuition.
- They shall get what they deserve.

Your own brother is on this list!