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ordinary cold he'd taken.

I:

- I put his stocking 'round his neck.

Keep him warm.

Keep the other children out

of this room, if possible.

I'll be back.

All of us have a right to be protected

from such-such license,

whether-whether

in the nature of-

of bad fish, polluted

water, or-or-or leaky roofs.

And we must particularly

protect our children,

with whom we are certainly

not in competition

from such license.

Children must not continue to be

the victims of our

greed and carelessness.

Profits, we want high profits,

but not profits at the

expense of their health.

Yeah.

A few more like that

during the next fortnight,

and we have nothing to worry about.

George. George, you were marvelous.

You go on. I have

something to attend to.

But, George, Mr.

Mangin's coming to dinner.

You go on, Olivia.

All right.

Now, let's start again.

Will the honorable Mr. Wayne...

don't you think you've had enough?

...again with Mr. Wayne.

You made your promise the last time...

fumbling, glorious, dobbling,

straw-headed council of

the town of greater Browdley

is in session to contemplate its navel.

One for each of them.

Give me the mayor.

I insist we vote ourselves into a stupor

by the correct and traditional

parliamentary procedure.

Dick.

Councilor Boswell has the floor.

Listen to him.

Did you hear what he said?

Aye, that's what he said.

The poor children must not continue

to be the victims of our

greed and our carelessness.

Did you hear that, gentlemen?

Dick, is it true

- profits we want, aye,

but not profits at the

expense of their health.

Has it started? Is it diphtheria?

The councilor has a question.

He wants to know if it's diphtheria.

What would you say to this, councilman?

Diphtheria, or just a slight

case of procrastination?

Get the mayor. Tell him to

call an emergency meeting.

I'll try and sober him up.

All right, then, you fool.

Get me some coffee.

May I remind councilor Boswell

that the report he

himself read in this room

not 4 months ago,

indicated that the

possibility of an epidemic was-

that report from Mangin was wrong.

Our medical officer's

report was more correct,

as we now see.

Aren't we being quick to assume

this is an epidemic?

30 or so cases doesn't

justify getting a-

...when a lighted match is

thrown into a dry wheat field,

it's not too quick to

assume there'll be a fire.

Come, come, Georgie, let's.

If there's talk of epidemic

in town, it'll scare the-

with 6 children to a room on mill street

and no real sanitation,

we can't stop it.

But a lot of it's

we're wasting time.

I'd like to hear what the

medical officer suggests.

I suggest you stop jabbering

like a monkey house on visitor's day

and open a free clinic immediately.

Then grab every little beggar

you can lay your hands on,

with our without his parents' consent.

Take a swab of his throat.

If he's got it, pump him full of serum.

If not, start immunizing him,

as you should have been

doing all this time.

Where would you get all this serum-

I don't know where you get anything,

or whether you get it or you don't.

Gentlemen, in my opinion,

it's time we began to

take this seriously.

We can't afford any

further procrastination-

tell Mrs. Morgan, this is no time

to be having anything.

All right, all right.

Tell her to wait 10 minutes.

Do you think you're sober

enough to drive my car?

Aye. Come on, then.

She'll need some help.

Is there a resolution

to the effect that the town of Browdley

will undertake a free and public clinic

for the purpose of immunization of

the entire child population?

Mrs. Morgan will be that happy.

She wanted a girl so much.

She's going to call her Julie.

Julie it is, then,

but she'll not be called

by Mrs. Morgan, I'm afraid.

Mrs. Morgan's dead.

All right, all right. We've

got one, we've lost one.

It's a fair average. Get Mr. Morgan.

Get out of here.

You'll be having the child

infected before she's born.

Well, where's morgan? I got work to do.

Mr. Morgan died 6 months ago

of his wounds from the war.

Then get somebody else.

She was all alone.

I helped her all I could.

For goodness sake.

Dr. Whiteside, can you come at once?

I think richard's taken ill, too.

All right. Give me that shawl.

You got any stomach

left, saving the world?

Aye, a bit, anyway.

Then take Julie to my home.

Tell Sarah

- you're not going to keep her, are you?

Tell Sarah that this is a

clinical experiment of mine-

see if it's possible to get a child

past the age of 10 in this town.

Then come back and give me a hand.

George.

Aye.

Mr. Mangin went back

to London on the 10:30.

Aye.

I don't really see how

this sort of behavior's

intended to help your career.

I went to a great deal of trouble

arranging dinner

tonight, and Mr. Mangin-

diphtheria's started.

It looks like an epidemic.

I've been helping Whiteside.

We've got a clinic started up.

Mr. Froy should be down

from London in the morning.

Take Martin in for an

injection as soon as you can.

Isn't it dangerous?

It's dangerous not to.

Couldn't I take him to a private doctor?

No, Olivia. Take him to the clinic.

We've got to set an example.

George, aren't you coming to bed?

We need some new signs

and posters right away.

I may as well get on with it.

Let me get you a cup of tea.

Uh, no, thank you very much.

George.

This letter of resignation.

You're not really

serious about it, are you?

You know what it means if you

withdraw from the election now.

It means you're finished

in parliament for good.

Darling, you're just tired.

You've worked very

hard. You can't mean it.

I read your man's

report to the committee.

They were impressed by it.

They thought it was more

accurate than Whiteside's report.

So did i.

I voted against condemning your houses.

I didn't think there

could be an epidemic,

but I turned out to be wrong.

Do you have any idea

how hard I've worked

to bring things to this point?

Just so you could casually

wave aside your future

like a second cup of tea?

And do you realize that it's also

my future and Martin's?

I know, Olivia, I know.

It's-it's too bad,

but there's nothing really lost.

I've made a mistake. I know that.

A terrible mistake, but

I've learned something.

Of what's important and what isn't.

Isn't it time we decided that together?

Isn't it time we decided

what we're trying to do?

But-you know what I'm trying to do.

To rebuild mill street

and make it beautiful.

Aye, and all that means.

I'm trying to dig out

all the rottenness I hate.

That you alone hate?

George, have you any idea how I hate it?

How I've watched that

rottenness from Stoneclough.

A filthy sludge eating at the

fringes of the green hills,

and I hate it still,

because now it threatens

you and me and Martin.

I want to save him from it.

No more than I do. I want to save

all the children in Browdley from it.

And then their children's children.

Yes.

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