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Hello, Father.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Charlotte...

Emily, hello. Love you.

Good evening, Charlotte.

Molly, hello?

Staying out of trouble, I heard?

Most days, miss. Wine?

Yes, please.

You remember my daughter, Charlotte Dalrymple...

Daughter?

- My new assistant, Dr. Mortimer Granville.

Oh, hello. Lovely to meet you properly.

Careful not to prick yourself, Doctor.

What...oh!

You are aware that the dinner begin at six.

I'm so sorry.

Lizzie Burke had her eighth baby today. A little girl.

She was turn the wrong way

around, it took forever to get her out.

It was unbelievable.

Must we speak of such things at table?

Emily.

Dr. Granville.

How is your fish?

Very fresh and very flaky, thank you.

And Emily, are the parsnips to your liking?

Oh...that's enough, Charlotte.

Only trying to make the

conversation sufficiently benign.

Dr. Granville

What say you?

Childbirth. Nasty, uncomfortable

topic best avoided at supper

or a miracle of life suited for any setting?

I believe that serious medical matters,

are best left to those who're trained in them.

The lane Doctor remind me,

but can only study his scalpel with a quart of gin.

What say you, then?

Charlotte is the mistress at the Eastern Settlement,

House of Heaven for the less fortunate.

yes, unfortunately,

the experience's left her without a sense of

punctuality or decorum.

Oh, that's probably true.

I suppose I should've said to Lizzie,

"Hold tight darling,

won't be a minute. Just got to pop home.

Mustn't be late for supper"

I don't know why you bother coming here at all

if your sole intention is to be disruptive.

It isn't my sole intention.

We're out of coal again and I need ten pounds.

No, no, no, no.

I already told you yesterday,

I'm not giving you any further support in that regard.

I know you did but I didn't think you mean it.

Well if that what it takes to

bring to your senses, so be it.

I've been dodge you too long.

I've allowed you to roam the

street of London late at night.

Streets that I would be frighten

to go into in broad daylight.

I've taken into my own home the employer...

inexperience maid at your request. But no more.

Then father please give me my dowry.

Haha...

What...To be wasted on

prostitutes and factory workers? I don't think so.

No, no. Not until you marry.

I would rather offer

myself to a band of ravenous Cossacks.

- The parsnips are delicious. Are they not?

I do find they work wonderfully

with the fish. Don't you think?

it's not the Middle Ages.

She will able to marry whoever she pleases.

No! It's not proper.

Now you give up this settlement house

and step up to your responsibility.

And until you do so,

I will not give you another penny.

And I won't come here anymore.

Not the charity or the company.

And you may threaten me with

privation, with bankruptcy,

with a life that knows only hunger and squalor.

But I shall never veer, from what I know

to be my own true path.

And don't slam...

Does she slam every door?

Very difficult case, that one.

Good night, Doctor.

How is it, Miss Dalrymple that...

you are so much the ideal one.

And your sister is so...

so volatile?

well, I'm hardly ideal, Doctor. And...

Charlotte, she just...

feels everything so strongly.

If you truly knew her, you would see she's

terribly clever and wonderfully charitable

If she's earn such love and admiration

from one so kind and gentle as yourself,

I should never speak faultily of her.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Miss Dalrymple.

Don't, Frank.

How are you, this morning?

We doing fine.

He just misses his mother.

You know what...I was thinking about you this morning.

Do you know what we going to start with?

Drawing.

Pardon me.

It's quite alright, handsome.

Molly, is it?

That's right, sir.

But my friends call me Molly the Lolly.

And I think that we can be friends.

Molly the Lolly.

That's an unusual nickname.

Fancy a lick?

No, no. Thank you.

Only six buck for the gentlemen like yourself.

It will only take me a minute.

Well, it's a generous offer, I'm sure.

But I have a very busy day ahead of me.

So, so, so...perhaps another time, okay?

No, no, no. What I mean to say is...

Will if you excuse me.

Suit yourself.

You alright, Fannie?

Yeah...

It's nothing.

Fannie, what is it? What?

It's George.

Again.

I think he's gonna land us on the street.

This time

- Oh, no, no, miss. I can't

- No, take it. Take it.

Straight to the landlord.

No stopping.

I'll see you tonight.

Mrs. Bellamy, is it?

I'm Dr. Granville, Dr. Dalrymple new associate.

Good morning.

Very pleased to meet you, Doctor.

You've been here before?

- Yes.

So you are aware of the procedure?

Indeed.

Going well?

Yes, quite. Thank you.

As I said before, I'm leaving you

in very good hands, Mrs. Bellamy.

Oh..hahaha...

Thank you, doctor.

Good day.

Shall we begin?

Sorry about that.

- You alright, Doctor?

- Yes, quite. Thank you.

Here we go, then.

Please let me know if anything is uncomfortable.

That's very nice, Doctor. Thank you.

Very nice, indeed.

Don't you understand? It's an emergency.

The situation is desperate.

It's completely impossible, madam.

I'll do anything.

Mille grazie.

You are very welcome, Signora.

Next.

You knew they turning patients away.

Really? I hadn't notice.

I think because of you.

This may be broken.

Something wrong with your hand?

Just a twinge.

Allow me.

You seem to have settled in nicely, Dr. Granville.

Now, you may have noticed that I'm

not getting any younger.

And with only two daughters,

I have no one to carry on the practice.

I was wondering whether you might like to consider

becoming a partner.

Papa, that's a wonderful idea.

I...I'm speechless.

And who knows if things go well,

this practice may end up yours.

Since my dear wife Melodia, passed away...

God rest her soul.

Emily has diligently and

professionally managed the household.

I've no doubt that one day

she would make a fine Doctor's wife,

with that experience.

Lovely.

I do hope I'm not expected

to stay here until after supper, everyday.

I'm very sorry, Ms. Smalley,

I'll be on schedule tomorrow. I promise.

I do hope so.

Right. Just in here.

We'll sit you down.

Miss Dalrymple, what a surprise?

I'm afraid that your father isn't here.

Good.

Well in that case I must tell you

that we work only to appointment.

Fannie has broken her ankle.

I was hoping to persuade you to treat it?

I'll have the fish n chips.

That's the rum talking.

It's all I had to ease the pain.

Normally I don't recommend extreme drunkenness,

but it's probably a very good choice.

Let have a look at it.

I should tell you, we've no money.

Good night, Mrs. Smalley.

Oh..Good night.

Let's take her inside.

- Thank you.

I'm not wearing any knickers.

Well, I'm sure it's an honest mistake.

You want to look?

- What are these for?

- I'll explain later.

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