Restoration
[ Chattering, Shouting ]
- [ Baby Crying ]
- [ Man Coughing ]
- Dr. Merivel.
- ln a moment.
- Doctor !
- ln a moment !
- Merivel, we must move on.
- l've sprinkled the lavell in to heal.
This will strengthen the hand. We must
not allow the tendons to atrophy.
- Merivel !
- l'll return this afternoon.
Old Mr. Parr is suffering from
an extreme shortness of breath.
What do you prescribe ?
Let's try some syrup
of sage flower.
- Citron pills to relieve coughing.
- Doctor !
- l shall be with you
presently, Mr. Watchurst.
- Mr. Hodges.
- Hodges.
- l'm starving.
- You can't be.
- l am.
- You've already eaten.
l had a piece of bread
and scarcely any cheese.
There's no time to eat !
For the five years we've worked here,
there is never time to eat.
There is no time to drink. There is no
time, even, to look after our patients.
[ Man ]
Samuel needs you.
Sam-Samuel ! Samuel !
Look-- Look at me !
lt's Robert. lt's Robert. Quiet now.
Be quiet. Be quiet.
Merivel ! You must see to Parr.
He'll only accept comfort from you.
Give him a complice for his head
and some camomile.
Mr. Parr !
Mr. Parr, tell me
how you're feeling.
ls there hope
l will get well again ?
There is always hope.
You must rest and allow
my medicines to do their work.
Dr. Merivel !
Doctor !
l-l do what l can
to treat them.
But our science gives us no hope
of curing most of them,
and l am frustrated !
No, l'm... frightened.
Of what ?
Their faith
and my ignorance.
That is why you prefer
a life of debauchery.
Your mother died believing
you were a man of honor.
And l beg her pardon every night, and
l am at the hospital every day for her.
You mean your whoring is interrupted
daily by the care of the sick.
You've not come to me for money
to spend on your medicines.
lndeed l have, in a sense.
The five shillings
l require are for--
well, for a pawnbroker so l can
redeem my case of instruments.
Father, l am sorry
to confess it.
- You should be damned for it.
- l should.
Look. Look at these hands.
Look at them.
Worked to the bone for
your case of instruments,
for your teachers and for
the books on your table.
Or have they
been pawned too ?
[ Sighs ]
So that the son of a glove maker...
should not be denied
the use of those gifts...
which marked you as a physician
before you could spell ''physic.''
My gifts ?
Your gifts, Robert.
Oh, yes, my gifts.
l cured him of jumping.
Now l can cure people
of breathing.
My gifts, Father, bring me
to dark despair in dark rooms...
so l can hear joy
in the street.
The King is restored to us,
the theaters are open,
the tailors and wig makers
are happy as whores...
and rich men
go to heaven again.
l would like to shake
the King's hand.
Take the hand of your
friend Pearce, Robert.
He is the example
to follow.
He may dress like a crow,
but he once infected himself
with scarlet fever,
the better to study
the disease.
Well, in my own small way,
l'm doing the same for the clap.
[ Dog Barking ]
Look at this glove.
Touch it.
This glove
is for the King.
And that is the closest
you will ever get...
to touching the hand
of the King of England.
Here are your
five shillings.
Redeem your case
of instruments.
And if you've a heart,
redeem your gift, Robert.
Thank you, Father.
And don't spend
the money on women.
[ Laughing, Moaning ]
[ Man Knocking At Door ]
Merivel ! l must prevail on you...
to come to the examining
theater this instant.
l won't be
a moment, Pearce.
[ Man Shouting ]
Merivel !
He's probably fled
because of your antics.
[ Merivel ] Pearce, you must not take
my romping as an affront to you.
l simply answer
the call of nature.
Yes, well, your nature,
like mine, is very much fallen.
That awful truth ought to go somewhere
towards discouraging your unsightly...
[ Together ]
bouts of debauchery.
l suppose you're right.
But l do very much enjoy them.
[ Panting ]
This is the fellow.
Shall l unbuckle ?
Please, yes.
[ Gasps ]
Good God !
A fracture of the ribs occasioned
by a fall from his horse...
was brought to
a terrible suppuration.
The doctors feared
You can see the sconce of
the old ulcer at the edge here.
Yes.
Merivel, we are witnessing
a living, beating heart.
Might a man touch it
with his hand ?
No one has ever dared.
Yes. Yes ?
Sir ?
l cannot.
- Pearce, it's just--
- Please ! l mean-- Just please--
Perhaps your friend.
Are you not afraid ?
l'm beyond fear, sir.
Are you ?
[ Gasps ]
You're touching
the organ, sir ?
Can you not feel my grip ?
l feel nothing at all.
No pain ?
Nothing.
Tell me, who is
Robert Merivel,
Your Majesty.
You will summon him to the palace
this very afternoon.
[ Chattering, Shouting ]
Watch where you're going,
you fool !
Your stockings.
lt's the young doctor,
Your Majesty.
Do you know why
l've summoned you here ?
l--
A great heaviness
hangs over me...
causing me a most
abject desperation.
Someone very close to me
is dying.
Someone without whom
l cannot live.
My doctors have
bled her repeatedly;
have tried, without success,
lesions, emetics and purges.
Shaved the hair off her body
in order to cup her.
But she does not rally.
[ Gargling ]
You are my final hope,
Merivel.
lf you can cure her, l will offer you
a place here as a court physician.
And if l fail ?
You must not fail.
Her name is Lou Lou.
''Lou Lou,'' Your Majesty ?
Your own name, by the way,
has a very pleasing cadence.
Thank you, Sire.
Merivel.
Very pretty to the ear.
Lou Lou ?
Oh, my darling is not well.
Come, Merivel.
Call for any medicines,
anything you deem suitable.
You will stay until the
little creature recovers.
Of course.
Do not disappoint me,
Merivel.
l shall not, Sire.
[ Howling ]
There was a time
she would've answered me.
[ Wheezing ]
What have they done to you ?
[ Merivel's Voice ]
My dear Pearce,
by the time you read this letter
my fate will be sealed.
This morning, my future
never glowed so bright,
and now it is sputtering out
in the life of a sick spaniel.
lf l save her, my life
will be changed utterly.
lf she dies,
l may as well go with her.
William Harvey.
Though l was often drunk at his
lectures, l remember his cry:
''Trust in the power of nature.''
ls that the best hope now,
for Lou Lou and me ?
To let her sleep and give nature
a chance to work quietly within her ?
But what if l'm wrong ?
How will l explain this
prescription to His Majesty ?
[ Bell Ringing ]
[ Dog Whimpering ]
[ Whimpers ]
This is well done.
l like you, Merivel.
Yours is a curious
and original mind.
And in this new age,
originality is of great value.
We shall open our palace
to you, Merivel--
its treasures
and temptations--
and we shall see
what you make of yourself.
Thank you, Sire.
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