Casualty 1907 - First Season

Agh! Ooh!

Get out of his way, for God's sake!

Agh! Dad!

Shut your mouth, Bill. Someone help him, please. Help him!

Please, open these gates or I'll knock them down. We don't open till eight, love.

You'll have to wait three minutes.

All right, get the stretcher ready.

Please, please.

Hurry up, Nurse Rafferty.

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

You mustn't run in here.

Good morning, Wellington.

Good morning, Matron.

Let us pray.

Stand clear, please. That's it.

Keep your fingers pressed here or he'll bleed to death.

Almighty and ever-loving God,

we pray thee as earnestly as we can to bless the work done at the London Hospital.

Help all those who are nurses to have always present in their minds,

the example of our blessed Saviour, his love and sympathy for the poor...

Miss Eastwood, I'll need gauzes and cocaine hydrochloride.

- Quick as you can! - Hallelujah!

He had the knife to his gizzard before I could stop him.

He's a right two and eight. Will he peg out?

- Please, stand back. - Trachea's cut about a third through.

- Chloroform! - Yes, Doctor.

- The workhouse for her. - And the nibblers!

Breathe steadily now.

We commend, O God, the patients to thy loving care.

Give them strength in their suffering and grant them a happy ending to their trouble.

We pray you also to remember the wives and the children of the men here.

Grant this, O God, we humbly beseech thee, for the sake of thy son, Jesus Christ. Amen!

Amen.

Morning! You're looking a lot more like your old self today.

- I'm feeling a lot better today Matron, thank you. - Good. Good.

- Who cleans here, Sister? - Nurse Rafferty, Miss Luckes.

- Clean it again, Nurse. - Yes, Miss Luckes.

There must be no more infections.

Yes, Matron.

And how are we today?

You're not looking, Probationer Eastwood.

- You won't learn anything if you don't look. - Sorry, Nurse Russell.

A piece of loose tissue is hanging over the trachea.

Would you hold that clear,

- You can feel his breath coming through the incision. - Yes, Doctor.

If you want to be a nurse, you must get over this.

- He's right-handed. - How do you know?

The wound's deepest here.

A right-handed man always makes the deepest incision on the left side, like this.

In this case, the trachea and the larynx have protected the carotid from any real damage.

It's just a nick.

Er, could you apply the forceps, Nurse Russell?

I'll tell you something interesting.

In my experience, it tends to be men who use razors and the like who do away with themselves.

With the women, it's generally the drinking of bleach or some poisonous compound.

Perhaps it's in a man's nature to attack his surroundings.

Find an enemy.

There! Haemorrhaging has stopped. We can begin sutchering, Miss Russell.

Thank you, Doctor.

Much obliged, I'm sure.

- Would you sign my book? - Of course.

Thank you, Doctor.

Two o'clock tomorrow.

Mr. Wilson.

I'm sorry.

Nurse Russell!

Would you like a drink of water?

- I'd kill for a smoke. - When you're on the ward.

Now, I'm going to finish dressing your wound, but you won't feel a thing.

Eastwood, cocaine spray, please.

They went and nicked me tools, didn't they?

Open, please.

How am I going to earn a crust without my tools?

Are you going to tell the coppers about this?

Suicide is against the law, Mr. Hills.

Lie back, Mr. Hills.

I'll have a word with the doctor.

It's the best I can do.

It's my hunch,

if we can touch the hearts of Daily Mail readers,

they will respond with the characteristic generosity of the British public.

The London Hospital is entirely self-funded. I need the money.

These people need the money.

The money in the pockets of your readers.

You must touch their hearts, Miss Kenneally, and open their pockets.

Thank you so much, Sister.

I know it's never been done before, but...

This is the East End.

We're in the midst of some of the poorest people on God's Earth.

Out there, thousands upon thousands are dying of names, Miss Kenneally.

- It matters very little which name you choose. - Names?

Measles, Tuberculosis, Diphtheria, Typhiod, Scarlet Fever,

The list goes on. Take your pick.

But do you know the real reason they're dying?

Poverty.

Now, tell me. Have you ever seen inside a human body?

No operations, Mr. Holland, you promised.

Not a single cut, not a single drop of blood.

X- rays!

Miss Kenneally from the Daily Mail.

Er, yes, yes, of course. Now, calibrating.

Er, yes. Could you narrow the spark on the induction coil, please? Thank you.

Good. Now we're getting a good colour now.

These plates are well-coated so it'll be about a one-minute exposure time.

By using X-ray, we can see inside the body. The London leads the field in this work.

Opening up God's Creation to ever greater scrutiny, isn't that right, Mr. Wilson.

Er, oh, yes, something like that, sir, yes.

- Stand back! - Can I see?

It's best if you stand back, Miss, if you don't mind.

What's happened to the patient?

It's a sewing needle. We get lots of these factory accidents.

With the X-ray, we can see where it's lodged.

Needles in haystacks, really. Now, you really must...

Now, how does it work?

Would you bear with me for one second?

Er, well, the installation consists of a ten-inch coil there in a condenser.

Muller gas tubes with a vacuum regulator.

And this fits under the patient.

This plate here, treated with barium platinocyanide fluoresces in the dark,

giving these images.

It's a little like a photograph.

And, if you stand back, I shall demonstrate.

Now, now, easy. There you go, there you go!

We should be getting something through now.

Steady, steady. That's it, well done.

- I've never seen the like - it's magic. - Magic indeed.

- It's science. - Thank you,

Thank you.

The burns are from working with X-rays.

Pioneering has a price.

Come along.

Relations between nurses and doctors are forbidden under standing orders.

- But I... - Mary, I know you loved him.

We've all been in love at one time or another.

Nursing is a sacred vocation.

A gift.

Now you've acted selfishly.

You've betrayed those who were entrusted to your care.

Do you understand?

Time is a great healer, Mary.

You'll get over him.

Now, have you made arrangements?

Very well. Goodbye, Mary.

Mrs. O'Connor, the doctor will see you.

Mary!

Easy, son, easy!

He's an anarchist, Doctor, foreigner.

- One of those Ashkenazi Jews. - What happened to him?

He was down the Whitechapel Road in the strike.

He's been whipping them right

He's in our care. Leave him alone.

You've got to keep your eye on these, Doctor.

You must quieten down and let the doctors work.

He's a Jew! Why don't you go home, Jew?

Lord Rothschild's a jew, and without his support, this hospital would close.

He is not an anarchist, though, is he? He's not laying bombs all round the place.

This one's wanted down the station for questioning.

He's not going anywhere.

Teddy, please come out.

- What's your name? - Why do you want to know?

Just for our notes, we need to know a little bit about you.

- There's nothing to know. - Please.

What you tell me is completely confidential. The police won't see a word of it.

Abraham Goldman. 15 Gunthorpe Street.

- And your occupation? - Tailor.

- Age? -37.

There's nothing wrong with me.

We'll be the judge of that.

Now, where are you from originally?

Russia.

I've been here three years.

- Family? - Dead.

Murdered.

Novgorod.

May 17th, 1903.

I saw my children die.

- I'm sorry. - Contusions to the upper torso.

We have...

fourth rib is fractured. Maybe more.

They attacked us.

Your police. Animals!

Kicking! Please, I need to...

Excuse me, Nurse Russell.

- I'm so sorry. - What is it?

- The boy with rickets. - You should never interrupt a doctor's diagnosis.

I know, but he's running a fever and won't let me examine him. Please, I don't know what to do.

Could be bruising around the spine or worse... I can't tell.

Eastwood, now you're here, would you mind?

We're going to roll you over now, Mr. Goldman.

Very gently.

This way.

All right, all right, all right. Refer him for an X-ray.

Teddy.

Teddy.

- I know you're in here. - Get out!

Teddy, we can't help you if you don't come out.

You'll make me stay here. I want to go home.