Night Nurse

- Car smash? - Yeah.

Cement truck hit one of those Baby Austins.

Fractured skull, I guess.

You know, man's a fool to ride in those miniature cars.

You mean yourself.

This is the guy that drove the truck.

- Aww, boy? - Little girl!

Ah. Ahem. Uh-huh.

Gee, I-I hope my baby's a boy.

I'll do my best, Archie.

'Attagirl, Mumfie.'

Why can't my son have a screen around his bed?

- It's against the rules. - But this man has one.

- Yes. He's dying. - Oh.

Oh, nuts!

What makes you think you want to be a nurse?

What, nursing people has always seemed

sort of second nature with me.

This is your only recommendation?

Who is this gentleman? What's his business?

- 'He's a grocer.' - A grocer?

I'm afraid, he knows more about groceries

than he does about hospitals.

What does he mean by, the time you were at high school?

'Didn't you graduate?'

No, I had to leave when my mother died in the third year.

Probationary nurse must be a high school graduate.

I'll make it up easy enough. I can go to night school.

'You'll have neither time nor strength with your work here.'

- Oh, I'm sure I would have-- - 'It wouldn't be allowed.'

I'm sufficiently well educated.

- There must be some way. - Not here.

Oh, I'm sure I can make good if..

My decision is final.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You are in a hurry, aren't you?

- Did I catch the name? - Hart. Lora Hart.

Hart. That's a good name for a nurse.

Sturdy instrument, the heart.

- Hello, Miss Dillon. - Good afternoon, doctor.

Now, what can we do for this young lady?

My dear, why didn't you mention the doctor?

Of course, doctor, anything you say.

Well, now, suppose you telephone the principal

of Miss Hart's high school and if everything is satisfactory

we'll waive the rest.

Oh, thank you, doctor.

I hope you realize what you're letting yourself in for.

Nothing can be too hard.

Now, you take care of her, will you, Miss Dillon?

I've gotta be going.

This lady will take care of you.

By the way, Dillon, you're doing something wonderful

with the hospital.

Everything runs like a clock.

Thank you, doctor.

'I'm sorry, you didn't mention Dr. Bell in the beginning.'

You'll find life here pleasant enough.

But there's one thing you must understand thoroughly.

Rules mean something.

I understand.

You'll be told about them later.

You'll have one hour to yourself each afternoon

and your evenings after seven.

But you're to be in bed and lights out at ten.

There are no exceptions.

This decision is final.

I..

...see.

You have one night out a week until 12

and quite a severe penalty if you're out later.

Miss Maloney, this is Miss Hart.

How do you do?

Pick Miss Hart to the wardrobe

'and help her select some uniforms.'

'She hopes to be a probationer.'

'Miss Maloney will show you.'

Thank you.

'Miss Maloney, uh, you have no one sleeping in your room?'

'Miss Hart may go with you.'

- Yes, ma'am. - 'Yes, Miss Dillon.'

Yes, Miss Dillon.

I like the new probationer.

- Heads or tails? - Tails.

Heads. Life is going on for you in the same old way.

Say, I was afraid the hospital would burn down

before I could get into it.

Now, I have to watch myself with matches.

If you hate it, why do you stay?

'Cause, it's the only job I know where they pay you to learn.

Oh, I'm sure in your heart you love it.

Hm...says you.

Yeah, says me in a big way, sister.

Oh, goodness! Isn't there a smaller one?

Well, if you don't like it, why don't you buy your own?

- I can't. I haven't any money. - Broke?

In a big way, sister.

Any advice?

What were you doing with the big shot?

- Who? - Dr. Bell.

- Say, you kidding me? - No. Why?

You don't know Bell?

He's the chief of staff.

One of the biggest surgeons in America.

Really?

Why, he just stopped me in the hall and offered to help me.

Hmm, for a beginner, you're not doing so bad.

We'll see if we can find one that fits.

Here, try that.

Oh, that's much better.

You better slip off your dress.

- Oh, it's okay. - Oh, I suppose so.

I guess, everybody around here has seen more than I've got.

Oh, don't be embarrassed. You can't show me a thing.

I just came from the delivery room.

What are you doing here, baby frightener?

I come on behalf of this big institution

to welcome the new sister to our midst.

You'll find, we're just one big happy family here.

- Beat it, Eagan. - You're not sore, are you?

I'm not laughing, veterinary.

How do you like to go back to your sick horses?

Sometimes, I don't like you, Maloney.

Hmm, if only I could make that permanent.

What do you say, newcomer?

The score is two to nothing, favor of the lady.

Hmm.

Take my tip and keep away from interns.

They're like cancer, the disease is known, but not the cure.

Really?

Only one guy in the world who can do a nurse any good

and that's a patient with dough.

Catch one with fever and a low pulse

make him think you saved his life and you'll get somewhere.

- Will I? - Doctors are no good either.

- Oh, no? - What for?

They never marry nurses.

And the trouble with interns is they do.

All a wife means to an intern is someone to sit

in his front office when he starts practicing.

Play nursemaid the rest of her life without pay.

Oh, I shouldn't like that.

The thing to do is to land an appendicitis case.

They've all got dough. All.

Gee, you look like an add for Sloan's Liniment.

I don't care, as long as it means I'm not a probe anymore.

Oh, dear.

Don't cry.

Yes, it's a shame.

Yes, it's a shame. There.

Gee, it's half past one.

I was afraid old hatchet face would see us.

You sap! She'll be in here to see if we're in bed.

Oh, maybe we better get in with all our clothes on.

No, no, you'd better slip your dress off

and put it on the end of the bed here.

If she sees that, it's okay.

If she switches on the lights and sees my makeup, I'm sunk.

Well, turn your face to the wall.

Oh, don't get funny.

My make up goes around the back of my neck.

Hurry up, kid.

If we're caught this time, it means a month of no nights off.

Oh, some of that goofy Eagan's comedy.

Well, jump in bed. I'll bet old hatchet face heard you.

Oh, I can't. Not with that.

Get in.

Come in.

Miss Hart, is it possible you have a man in here?

You worm. I hope you get caught in the nurses quarters

you know what you'll get for that.

Boo!

Here he is again.

Let him have it, and make it a bull's-eye.

Come in.

Who threw that slipper?

What, ma'am?

What, Miss Dillon?

What, Miss Dillon?

'Did you throw that slipper?'

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Well, Hart? - Well, you see, I didn't--

Take two weeks on the night shift in the emergency clinic.

I thought so. You both just come in.

We had to walk home.

This isn't your first offence, Miss Maloney.

You'll take four weeks on the same night shift.

Thank you.

And take two more for impertinence.