Syphilis is killing you, that is extremely serious and highly infectious,
I have to fight this... îpen a ward.
I'll write a compelling letter to the Zemstvo.
This is the dispensary.
This is the key.
Don't lose it.
I'm sure if we'll do this again it will be better.
We're out of cigarettes and I need to read a newspaper.
Oh yes, we do have a lot of fun here.
Only last month I heard a very amusing anecdote.
I have to operate, I have to cut open her throat and insert a metal tube.
I don't think I can do this.
Hours and hours of staring at the snow, only interrupted by horror.
I am a murderer.
Morphine withdrawal is an unpleasant business.
Nausea, insomnia... severe hallucinations...
You don't want to do that.
I am a doctor, I can handle it.
It will never be this good again.
A Young Doctor's Notebook
Episode 04
MOSCOW, 1934
"This is the end"
Get a doctor.
Oh! What do they want?
You. You're famous now, doctor.
Because of little Lidka and her metal throat.
Only eleven hours to go.
All right.
Right, who's first?
Gargle.
Drops.
Pea.
Next!
You have malaria, intermittent fever.
See the nurse and ask for quinine powder. Ten sachets.
Next!
Drops. Gargle.
Drops. Syphilis.
You all... have... Syphilis.
He just got cold, that's all.
No, you need treatment. Extensive treatment.
Here at the hospital, starting now.
But I have too much to do at home!
Can you give me something?
I can give you a spade...
to dig three little holes.
I'm opening a new syphilis clinic.
- Where? - Here, in Mur'evo.
But we don't have the room...
or the equipment... or the medicines..,
or the nurses, or the beds!
Details. I will write a letter to the Zemstvo.
Is this going to take much longer?
I mean... should I go and come by?
I can see the crown.
All right, let's hurry thing along, shall we?
- Was it... Was it supposed to look like that? - No,
but then you're not supposed to put forceps in the baby's eye.
Oh, yes.
Um... Tell you what? You take this to the ward,
and I will finish up in here. We've had quite enough excitement for one day.
- Not now, feldsher. - But he took the quinine powder
- that you prescribed. - And?
All ten sachets of it.
I'll get the stomach pump.
He thought he'd heal faster, you see? If he took all the medicine at once.
It's actually rather ironic, because...
Sun over the yardarm.
What sun?
Don't tell me you still got the stomach pain?
Strange.
Same time as last night.
You know, I don't think the morphine is working.
Have you tried drops?
I've had a long day.
A hundred and eleven patients...
fifty cigarettes. I just want to go back in my room...
and unwind.
Have you tried reading a book?
You know, Leopold Leopoldovich left an extensive library.
There's turkish erotica.
Good morning.
Oh... Oh. not again...
Doctor, are you there?
Yes.
- Um... Give... Give me a minute. - It's me, the feldsher.
I'm a miserable wretch.
Oh, God...
I'm pathetic...
and weak. I'm a disgrace to the...
Imperial Moscow University of Medicine and Dentistry.
I disgust myself.
I deserve...
to rot in a forgotten hell like this.
Here's the self-pity.
And the incontinence.
- Doctor! Doctor! - Yes.
Doctor!
- Doctor! - Yes, I'm coming.
Doctor!
Doctor, go back to bed, you're not needed.
- What? - None of us are, because of the blizzard.
It's official: the hospital is closed.
So you woke me up to tell me I could go back to bed?
You could have just not come.
You're right in there?
Would you like to call a doctor?
Unfortunately, the hospital is closed.
If just I had an atlas to read!
- So what do we fancy doing today? - "We?" Why can't he just...
Um... I don't...
You know, I just... I thought I might just have a bath.
Bath in home? Message understood.
Ok, you'll got it.
Really...
gentlemen!
I'll never thanks you enough, I had no idea it was so big.
It's stuck, you know.
No, you go down, I'll go up.
Couldn't we... couldn't we set and put it on its side, and...
- This is a riddle. - Just shove it!
Look at the state of this room.
What's that smell?
Smell? I can't... smell anything. What do you mean? What... smell?
No, no, no. You haven't...
left the lid off the jar of pickled sprats, have you?
Oh, yes, I have, I have!
Thank you.
- Give me those sheets will you, doctor? - No, no. don't worry, I know where the mangle is.
That... that is not mine.
Leopold Leopoldovich left that here.
- Watch out! - No, no.
- That is not going to fit. - No, no, she's right.
It was foolish of me, I don't need to have a bath.
No, no. A bath was requested, a bath you shall have.
That's not sprats.
Certainly is a big bath.
It's big enough for two men.
Actually, doctor...
you wouldn't mind if I...
went back to my room and left you to it?
What? No, no, no, not at all.
Please, go, thank God, thank... thank you.
That's it.
I'm done.
I'm gonna make a clean start.
Yes, I'll write that letter to the Zemstvo, today.
- Or, you don't think I can do it? - No.
- I don't. - Well, I can.
Now pass me the loofah.
Thank you.
Doctor! Doctor!
A letter for you, doctor.
From the house of the agronomist, no less.
Maybe it's an invitation to the wedding.
It's the social event of the year...
and this, in the year with the double hanging!
- Yes, but what does the letter say? - In good time, doctor.
Now, this is the funny anecdote I've been promising to tell you.
- Oh, what a timing! - Palchikov, the clerk,
- and the tale of the dazzling trousers. - I'm thrilled! But give me that and I'll read it.
Certainly not, you're naked.
Where was I?
Oh yeah... Palchikov, the clerk.
- He fell in love... - Really? - a humble clerk!
And she, the beautiful daughter of the agronomist.
Such a union was impossible.
- Or wasn't? - No. - No! - No.
Because, he hatched a plan.
He went into town...
and purchased a most unusual item.
- Was it a dazzling pair of trousers? - An item of clothing.
- A most dazzling pair of trousers. - ...dazzling pair of trousers.
So dazzling, in fact,
that she agreed to become his bride.
- Very dazzling. - I will do so, this weekend.
It's a fairy tale.
Oh dear, she fractured her skull.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
This isn't good.
"I cannot cope,
I beg you honestly to come soon."
- Me? Who sent this? - Um... doctor.
Um... I can't read his name.
Oh! He thinks he can see her...
brain.
Well, I mean she shall be death before I get there, won't she?
And you said he was in Grachyovka? And there's a blizzard.
"I appreciate that Grachevka is a great distance to travel, especially in a blizzard..."
But I've just got in the bath!
Um... No, it doesn't say anything about a bath.
I'm gonna get a pneumonia!
Does look cold, in there.
Morphinum hydrochloricum.
It is definitely...
habit-forming.
But... A little...
habit, it's not the same as a morphine addiction.
Is it?
Then you want to see electric lamp?
It's at the Postmaster's house now.
You can't really see them tonight.
They haven't got a generator yet.
Anything else to see in Grachevka?
I was told they have a whore, now.
Oh, that's nice.
Actually, I think will be long to the agronomist's house.
Hello?
Oh, you're here for the wedding.
- I'm sorry, there's been a terrible accident. - I hope so, I came all the way from Mur'evo.
Oh, you're the doctor?
- Yes. - Sorry, I had no idea, you're so...
- So pleased you're here. - Just tell me what happened. - Right.
- Well. I'll start from the beginning... - I already know about the trousers.
Of course! Yes, um...
- It's a cranial... - Cranial...?
It's a really big hole in the head.
And several cracks...
everywhere. I put a bandage on it, but... um...
I've really just graduated.
I scored thirteen fives.
Stop saying that.
It means nothing, out of there.
And I got fifteen.
Gosh.
You don't mind if I take notes, do you?
It's actually quite exciting, this will be my first operation.
Do you have morphine?
Yes, yes, I do... It's right there, in my bag.
It's brand new.
The bag.
Mor-phine.
How many units you're going to give her?
All of it.
Gosh, that's a lot, isn't it?
But then I suppose you want her to be asleep for the intracranial...
What are we going to use to take out shards?
Well I don't mean the bone fragments.
I mean the gate parts.
Should I sterilize the...
A second one.
I see.
That is a lot of morphine.
Then I suppose that...
we're actually not going to do the operation, don't we?
Gosh...
Can't we do anything for her?
I suppose not.
- Is she... - Not yet.
She is...
now.
- Oh God, I feel... - Releaved? - ...sick.
Did I see a ham, back there?
I missed dinner.
So much blood...
There's blood everywhere.
I don't think he's worried about his trousers, I think is rather about his dead wife.
She's dead?
I'm a murderer!
Can we do anything for this poor soul? Would morphine help?
- I'm a murderer. - I don't know.
Not as much as...
Just a little bit... you know... half unit.
Well, you have the morphine.
I'm a murderer.
You... you do it.
It will make you...
She died, the whore.
Last week, syphilis.
Excellent.
Thank you for your help.
Come on!
What is it?
What do we stop for? Have we lost the road?
Road?
What road?
We've gone across fields for hours!
Now we lost fields!
Wait here.
I thought you wanted to see Grachyovka.
I thought you wanted to have an intelligent conversation.
I... I did. With this little notebook.
Who's gonna want to read that juvenile memoirs?
You were like that once.
But now look at you.
About to die in the snow for a shot of morphine.
You do know it'll get worse than this, don't you?
You think this is bad? This is nothing!
Wait until you find yourself... at a Goryelovo farmacy, lying...
in another man shit, picking the inside of the bin.
- I knew you couldn't handle this. - Shut up, shut up!
The key is not there, you threw it away!
- What are you doing? - It's here, somewhere!
What do you mean, "here"?
Don't know even where "here" is! Where did you last see it? Russia?
You're not going to find it!
You have ruined me! You've felt a life!
And bliss in the soft grass.
And what about me?
I've lost everything!
My livelihood, my dignity, my friends...
You know who my friends are now? Pelageya!
Demyan, Leopold!
Because they're all dead!
Because I can write them a prescription for morphine that they will never need!
Shut up!
I said shut up!
Go ahead!
Do it!
You have as good as killed me already.
Cigarettes!
God!
What...?
PROMISING YOUNG DOCTOR FOUND DEAD IN SNOW
Morphine withdrawal is an unpleasant business.
I am a doctor, I can handle it.
Help me, doctor, I have a strangulated hernia.
Young man...
I have vast experience of strangulated hernias.
Ask me anything.
Leopold Leopoldovich!
There is one thing I would like to ask you.
Why don't you just fuck off?!
It will take you...
to a lush meadow with the high summer where you lie in the soft grass,
and bask in the sun.
And feel nothing but bliss.
And you will never want to return to this frozen pisshole in the snow.
I brought you a piece of ham...
- fat. - Thank you.
- It's better? - It is worse.
Doctor, let's finish this in the morning.
Esteemed colleagues of the Zemstvo,
as you know, I run a small hospital in Mur'evo.
During my short time in this post, I have become aware of a serious problem in the region:
syphilis.
And it is my intention to fight this scourge,
and set up the "Leopold Leopoldovich" Syphilis Clinic.
I have the staff in situ to realize this dream, but I lack equipment.
Attached is a list with the most pressing...
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