You haven't learned the basic secret,
the old must make way for the new...

particularly when he's suspected
of a touch of senility.

That's ridiculous, the directors
should realise you're much better.

You've been like a new man
since your vacation.

The board's as fair and all-knowing
as a hospital board can be.

I agree, I'm as able and brilliant
as ever, but having crumbled once...

-I might crumble again.
-You were overworked.

A charming diagnosis
for a broken down horse.

I shall always remember
your cheerfulness today as...

-a lesson in how to accept reality.
-Don't be taken in by my happy air...

it's the least difficult way of
saying goodbye to 20 years.

Yes, I know...
Come in.

Your mail, Dr. Petersen.
And Mr. Garmes.

Come in, Mr. Garmes.
You're not leaving today?
I'll see you again?

I'll hover around for a while...
Like a mother hen, at least until
Dr. Edwardes is firmly on the list.

-How do you feel today, Mr. Garmes?
-Somewhat better, Doctor...

the thing seems a little
less troublesome.

May I do that for you, Doctor?
No, thank you, no. I can
do this myself very well.

Please sit down, I'll be
with you in a moment.

-That's the mighty Anthony Edwardes.
-He's younger than I expected.

He's only brought one suitcase.
Perhaps he doesn't mean to stay long.

Leave those daydreams
to Dr. Mercheson.

Gentlemen, our new chief.
Dr. Anthony Edwardes.

-Dr. Floreau.
-How do you do?

-I'm Dr. Graff.
-How do you do?

-Dr. Hamish.
-How do you do?

There's still some staff members
missing, Dr. Edwardes.

These are your quarters.