I don't know anything about paralysis. You will learn. Become an expert. I'm a PT...

[Sergeant Hills has been posted to the Spinal Unit] Sergeant 'Q' Hills: I don't know anything about paralysis. Dr. Ludwig Guttmann: You will learn. Become an expert. Sergeant 'Q' Hills: I'm a PT Instructor, not Jesus Christ. I don't raise men from the dead. Sorry. [Hills salutes and walks away] Dr. Ludwig Guttmann: You are a soldier. This is your posting. Sergeant 'Q' Hills: No. There's been some mistake. Dr. Ludwig Guttmann: Of course. I should be Head of Neurosurgery in Breslau, while watching children playing in the Oder. My friends and family should be enjoying the autumn in Silesia. But "some mistake" happened and most of them are in SS camps while I am here with you. So we must make the best of it.

These men are paralyzed seven days a week. I don't know anything about paralysis. You will learn. Become an expert. I'm a PTI, sir, not Jesus Christ. I don't raise men from the dead. Sorry. You are a soldier. This is your posting. No, there's been some mistake. Of course. I should be head of neurosurgery in Breslau or watching children playing in the Oder. My friends and family should be enjoying the autumn in Silesia, but some mistake happened, and most of them are in SS camps while I am here with you. So we must make the best of it. I just don't see the point. I'll see you Monday morning, 8 a.m. We want to know all about you, Philip. What you did, what you liked, who you were. I mean...who you are. Oh. Don't worry about your mother, son. She's--she just can't get over the difference, that's what it is. You could barely open your eyes last time. I'm off the morphine. Are you in pain? I'm all right, Mum.