Casualty 1909 - Second Season

CLANGING

HAMMERING

MAN COUGHING

COUGHING

Sid! No!

Argh!

Get him out quick! Sid!

SID SCREAMING

Now, remember, four's on dram feeds, but don't increase too fast.

Mr Booth needs his truss fitting after lunch.

Mr Tremlett in seven - keep your eyes peeled,

you can't trust him for a minute

And ten started a suspicious vomit after breakfast.

- And you won't forget, will you? - What, Sister?

Six o'clock, Matron will be here for the inventory inspection.

SHE SIGHS I really should be here.

Don't worry, we can manage.

I hope you enjoy your party, Sister

Thank you, Probation Bowers.

Going somewhere interesting, Sister Russell?

- It's my father's birthday. - Ah, the great man.

- He's 70 today. - A party?

Well, join the queue to pay my respects.

Well, many happy returns to the Right Reverend Russell.

TOOTING OUTSIDE

Fathers...surgeons...we all have our crosses to bear, Sister.

There's fuel leaking into the intake manifold.

He's back.

Why does he have two motor cars?

In case one breaks down, of course.

Do not meet Mr Dean's eye.

Do not speak unless you are spoken to.

And if he asks you a question, answer with a statement of fact, never an opinion.

Do you understand? You have no opinion.

Do everything he says as quickly and quietly as you can.

- Don't lean on the bed. - Sorry, Sister.

And sleeves. You must wear your sleeves when addressing a surgeon.

SCREAMING Dr Culpin!

Stand aside. Stand aside, please.

CRIES OF AGONY

What is this? - Naphta.

- He was making electrical flexes, doctor - How did he get it on himself?

He was chucking it on the fire and it caught before it left his hands.

I tried to warn him, but he wouldn't listen.

We need to get him up to theatre right away. Right away!

- Where are we, Dr Ingrams? - All done.

And all before nine o'clock.

One scald, one impacted bowel obstruction,

and one duodenal ulcer.

- Left anything for me? - There's a Mrs Anderson in Room One.

- What is it? - Headaches and vomiting.

Why don't you see if you can add her to your list of successes.

All in a day's work.

HAMMERING

Blindin' they are,

like there's an iron band right round 'ere.

And the attacks - I have to keep a bucket by my bed.

I'm not surprised, Mrs Anderson.

This is Howard's anti-corpulent preparation.

It's a fat cure to be applied topically.

- Beg pardon? - You rub it on yourself. You don't drink it.

- Rub it? - Yes, on your...body.

But, frankly...you'd do better to pour it away.

I paid four pence a bottle for that!

Snake oil and it could've been made for ha'penny.

Your prescription, Maud, one cup of tea.

SHE CRIES Hey!

Hey...

What's the matter?

Howard's anti-corpulent preparation.

What are you doing with anti-corpulent preparation?

Drinking it.

SHE SOBS Look at me, Dr Culpin.

I am looking at you.

Have you ever heard of the Tuamotus tribe, Maud?

They're from the Polynesian Islands, South Seas

Now, the most beautiful woman in the Tuamotus tribe - you know who she is?

She's the largest woman in the tribe.

You are a large woman, Maud.

And you're a beautiful woman.

Now...

..drink your tea.

You are good to me, Dr Culpin.

WATER SPLASHES

Now, gentlemen...

We're using a chloroform and ether mixture.

- When you're ready, Johnson. - Yes, Mr Fenwick.

Pay attention. You'll be expected to do this yourselves, one day

Stand by, everyone.

No. No! - Don't try to fight it, my boy.

The struggle is quite normal. Just breathe now. That's it.

Subsiding...

Subsiding.

Good.

MAN COUGHING

CHOKING

Sister Russell?

Pull the pillow down, under his neck.

You're going to be fine, Mr Lewis, don't worry.

This sometimes happens with anthrax.

Bistoury knife, dressings and a basin, 1 in 60 carbolic.

Probationer Bowers, fetch a surgeon, run..

- But.. - Run!

Fire or haemorrhage, Probationer?

Sorry, Sister.

- Mr Dean? - Mr Holland.

Gentlemen. We weren't expecting you back until the 7th.

I never could live up to expectations.

So, tell me, how were the Italian lakes?

Oh...wet. And Italian.

But...restorative, I trust.

Yes?!

LABOURED BREATHING

RASPING

DOOR OPENS

- Sister. - Oedema of the glottis,

as a result of pulmonary anthrax.

- You heard the Sister. - Tracheotomy, sir?

Why do you wish to make more work for these angels of mercy?

And the patients are always coughing out their trachy tubes. Isn't that right, Sister?

No, I prefer scarification

or multiple puncture of the supralaryngeal structures.

It's simple, it's quick. No tubes, no fuss.

- Cocaine-adrenaline solution. - Already applied, Mr. Dean

Tongue depressor?

Thank you. Nice and wide for me. That's it.

Bistoury.

RASPING BREATHING

BREATHING STEADIES

Like falling off a log. Ha!

Towel.

Good. Thank you.

Is he always like that, then? Mr Dean, I mean.

More or less. It depends.

Depends on?

On the cocaine.

No!

Really, Probationer, you needn't be shocked.

Everybody knows.

SHE SCOFFS Honestly, you are a funny little thing.

SIGHS

TAPPING

Oh!

Shh!

Hello, there.

- What's your name? - Deborah.

So, Deborah, what's the matter?

Couple of broken bones, I think.

She's a lovely girl really, except when she's had a drop taken.

Can you climb into the chair for me, Deborah? Come on.

Do what the nice lady says, Deborah.

Good. Exam room one.

Take a seat, sir.

Get your bloody hands off me.

Unless you want to pay for it?

Did she bring up all the methylated spirits?

Ah. Good.

Someone's been to town on you. Who did this?

I fell down stairs.

Who brought you in?

Uncle Mick. He's my uncle.

How old are you, Deborah?

16.

And what do you do for a living?

- Seamstress. - You're a seamstress?!

Oh, Deborah, a seamstress has calluses - hands like a pincushion,

Not like these.

Half a gram of morphia, please, nurse.

Ah. Good.

No, I'll do that. I'll do that.

Why don't you come round here? Have a look.

Come on.

Tell me what you think.

Hold still, please.

Don't bloody touch me!

It'll hurt if you don't stay still.

That's a good girl.

WHIMPERING

EXPLOSION

RUMBLING, HORSE WHINNIES

Continue.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Receiving room.

The ninth and tenth ribs are broken.

And?

The chest expansion is asymmetrical.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Tell me.

- Explosion on Grange Road. - How many injured?

Can't say. They'll be here in five minutes

All right. All right. Have the trolleys standing by.

Alert the wards. I need to know how many beds we have and where they are.

Any spare nurses, get them here. And clear the road outside.

- Let's admit her. - What about the uncle?

He can wait but let the porters know.

And watch him. Watch him like a hawk.

KNOCK AT DOOR

DOOR OPENING

I've had a telephone call from Scotland Yard.

They think it might be a bomb.