Night Nurse

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- Car smash?

- Yeah.

Cement truck hit one of those baby Austins.

Fractured skull, I guess.

You know, a man's a fool to

ride in those miniature cars.

Be yourself. This is the

guy that drove the truck.

Aww.

- Boy?

- Little girl.

Ah. Ahem. Uh-huh.

Gee, I hope my baby's a boy.

- I'll do my best, Archie.

- Attagirl, Mumsy.

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?

Why, nursing people has always seemed

sort of a 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 about hospitals.

What does he mean

"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 can make it up easy.

I can go to night school.

You'll have neither the time nor

the strength with work here.

- Oh, I'm sure I would...

- Besides, it wouldn't be allowed.

But 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.

- Oh, 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 7.

But you're to be in bed

and lights out at 10.

There are no exceptions.

This decision is final.

- I, ahem, see.

- Ahem.

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?

Take 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, you have no

one sleeping in your room.

Miss Hart may go with you.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Yes, Miss Dillon.

Yes, Miss Dillon.

Hype, 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.

Well, if you hate it so,

why do you stay?

It's the only job I know

where they pay you to learn.

Oh, I'm sure in your

heart you love it.

- Says you.

- Yeah, says me in a big way, sister.

Oh. Goodness.

Isn't there a smaller one?

If you don't like it, 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, are 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'd you like to go

back to your sick horses?

Sometimes I don't like you,

Maloney.

If only I could

make that permanent.

What do you say, newcomer?

The score is 2-0,

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?

There's only one guy that can do a

nurse any good, a patient with dough.

Catch one with a fever and a low pulse,

make him think you saved his life...

- ...and you'll be getting somewhere.

- Will I?

- And 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 office when he starts practice...

...and play nurse the rest

of her life without pay.

- Oh, I shouldn't like that.

- Thing to do is to land an appendicitis case.

- They've all got dough.

- Oh.

Gee, you look like an

ad for Sloan's Liniment.

I don't care. As long as it means

I'm not gonna be a probe anymore.

Oh, dear.

Don't cry.

Yes, it's a shame.

Yes, it's a shame. There, there.

Gee, it's half past 1. I was afraid

old hatchet-face would see us.

You sap. She'll be in here

to see if we're in bed.

Oh. We better get in

with all our clothes on.

No, no. Slip your dress off,

put it on the end of the bed here.

If she sees that, it's okay.

Gee, 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 makeup 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.

Jump in bed. I bet hatchet-face heard you.

Oh, I can't. Not with that.

Psst. 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, l...

Take two weeks on the night

shift at the emergency clinic.

I thought so.

You've both just come in.

- We had to walk home.

- This isn't your first offense, Miss Maloney.

You'll take four weeks

on the same night shift.

- Thank you.

- And take two more for impertinence.

See what you get for yelling?

Say, suppose you found

a skeleton in your bed.

If I could dodge that night shift,

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