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And I, the sceptic,

regard them as my equals?

How was your last

spell of duty, Betty?

Well, you don't have to be mad

to work here, but it helps!

What happened?

Well, Johnny, er, Mr Monk,

as doing a thoracoscopy

on the spontaneous pneumothorax,

and had decided on

an insufflation of iodized talc,

when Mr Boyd came into the theatre

and started giving advice.

Oh-oh!

Well, Johnny... Mr Monk, just said.

"Don't bug me, Mr Boyd."

So quiet, you know?

And eventually, the old man went out.

But he was shaking, Cleo!

You don't think he feels threatened,

do you. because of Johnny being...

Being black, you mean?

This is not paradise, Neil.

This is Greater London.

And in Greater London

it is not yet common practice

for a senior white-skinned

house physician

to be seen off-duty

with a black-skinned nurse.

Now, just a minute!

You'll not only hurt Nurse Norton,

you'll hurt Sister Macarthur.

- Sister Macarthur?

- Sister Macarthur, yes.

Have you forgotten the promise

you made your mother?

No, I've not forgotten.

That you'd marry Mary

and make her one of the family.

But mother was dying.

Yeah.

She was hallucinating.

She had to be humoured.

Have a care what you are saying, Neil.

If she were alive today, she wouldn't

expect us to keep that promise.

- You think not?

- I know not.

And Mary? What about Marys feelings?

While you're so busy

with your noble sentiments,

have you given one thought

to her? To Mary?

Father, I think that I

ought to tell you

that Mary and I...

Boyd.

Okay. I'm on my way.

This conversation will have to wait.

Our haemophiliac's haemorrhaged.

Come along, ladies, come along!

Knickers on! Stand by your beds!

Them as can't stand, lie to attention!

Oh dear, oh dear.

Come on, Doctor, hands off!

Give it a rest, you'll be going blind.

- Ssssh!

What?

- Dr Bird.

- Oh.

Do you get cramps at all?

Funny you should mention that. I do get

these, er, what I call cramps, in the leg.

Have trouble getting

your foot off the ground?

Funny you asking that, I've said

I don't know how many times,

I have trouble getting

my foot off the ground.

Shocking sight, a man being fed

like a baby, through a spout.

Is that a lovely drink then,

Mr Flagg?

I can drink my tea and eat my dinner!

Yeah, course you can.

- Oh, Mr Barnet, be a good fellow.

- What?

You could get them to get a move on

with my shoes and socks, couldn't you?

Where can I go without them?

Yeah, well, perhaps your wife'll

bring 'em in when she comes, eh?

Till then, what about a spot

of fresh air on the balcony?

Rely-poly, on your bot-bot!

'Ere, and when she does come,

no funny business!

- What do you mean?

- Well, pulling her into bed, eh?

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