The Knick (2014) s02e05 Episode Script

Whiplash

I told you, I'm fine.
I feel much stronger today and I'd feel much better still if I were at home surrounded by my things.
Well, I'd feel better if I could keep watch on you.
There could be some latent symptoms caused by the malaria.
Fever, chills.
Take a pinch of this at the first sign of any symptoms.
It's quinine.
Oh, now all I need do is lay in a stock of gin and limes and I can make a party of it.
Worry about your other patients, John.
I'll look in on you later.
One second.
Yes? In the last century, neurologists have revolutionized our understanding of the human brain.
Using electric currents, they discovered that precise points of the brain can be stimulated to reveal their specific functions.
Seated in front of you is Mr.
Sidney Carton.
Mr.
Carton was recently involved in an accident that resulted in the loss of the top of his cranium.
Fortunately, for the benefit of our experiments today, his brain was left unharmed.
I will now deliver small currents into the patient's brain to demonstrate.
We only have a vague idea of what happens in any given area.
As you know, the brain itself feels no pain, so Mr.
Carton won't feel a thing.
Electricity can also affect our emotions.
I will now demonstrate.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop it.
And what about desire? Mr.
Carton is a morphine addict.
He injects himself multiple times a day.
But for the past 24 hours, he has been denied the drug.
As you can see, his need for the morphine is immense.
Other than discharging electricity, this device, a rheoscope, can detect it.
Using it, I hope to identify the region of Mr.
Carton's brain that is stimulated by the morphine.
Gentlemen it seems that X marks the spot.
What's the matter with you? I I don't know.
Have you eaten anything today? It's her time of the month.
Cramps? You having your monthly? How old are you? Nobody's properly taught you about the functions of your body? All right.
I'll tell you what you're going to do.
You beg 20 cents off one of the nuns, walk if you can to the pharmacy.
Ask the man there to sell you a bottle of cannabis indica.
Cannabis indica.
I'll write it down for you so you remember.
Why not some hashish, too, while she's at it? Are you fit enough to continue with work? Yes, Sister.
At the very least, give the poor girl leave to fetch a couple aspirin.
Aspirin will not cure God's will.
It's the curse of Eve.
The curse of Eve is to bring forth children in pain, not to suffer menstrual cramps.
Much the same thing.
And I'll thank the likes of you not to instruct me in matters of theology.
I was just trying to help the poor girl.
Like you helped all those unborn babies? Don't let me catch you talking to these girls again, Dolan.
Did you hear me, all the rest of you? This woman is the worst kind of sinner an infanticide.
And you will not speak to her.
Not so much as a good morning.
Unless you don't want to eat.
Henry, this is inspired.
Imagine the fortune you'd make showing this on the Bowery.
You've single-handedly brought self-abuse into the 20th century.
Pun intended.
What I don't understand is why you didn't jump in there yourself.
Well, somebody had to crank the camera.
I volunteer.
What'll it be, sir? Care for a White Lion? Or perhaps a White Tiger's Milk.
Just a couple of whiskeys.
I'm sorry, Bertie.
I couldn't think of anywhere else to take you.
No, no.
It's a novelty.
My father will be scandalized.
So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about? I've had some bad news.
My mother has laryngeal cancer.
I'm sorry, Bertie.
That's terrible.
What course are you considering? I thought perhaps that you might have encountered more pioneering procedures during your years abroad.
Have you consulted with Dr.
Zinberg about this? No, Dr.
Zinberg is the kind of man who wears both suspenders and a belt, if you take my meaning.
He would never approve a procedure that hadn't passed years of rigorous laboratory experimentation and peer review.
I have to say I feel like it's because he's a Jew.
I believe being a universally despised race has stiffened their resolve to never act rashly and risk being thought a failure in the eyes of a hostile world.
Some months ago, I read a paper coauthored by Pierre Curie on the treatment of malignant tumors using radium and other radioactive substances.
I could translate it from the French if you could find a copy of it somewhere.
Bertie, you smell just like McSorley's Bar.
Have you been in a saloon tonight? How do you know what McSorley's smells like, huh? I didn't think they permitted women in there.
I have ways of getting into places.
Bertie, how on earth did you do that? Well, I, too, have ways of getting into places.
You find anything? No, but you're still researching adrenaline, aren't you? Yes.
Why? Because here's a paper about it from the University of Krakow.
You read Polish? Yeah.
Very impressive.
Ah, voila.
The French Academy of Sciences, December 1900.
This is it.
So how often do you engage in criminal activity? Not often.
Please don't tell my mother.
If she found out that I'd become a second-story man, she'd be heartbroken.
Henry Robertson.
What? Yeah, let me call you back.
I'll go in the back.
- What happened? - Dynamite explosion.
Subway excavation on Park Avenue.
- How many injured? - Don't know.
They're still pulling bodies out of the ground.
But it ain't gonna end any time soon.
Thack, where should we put them? - The wards? - No, we'll need them for recovery.
Fetch every operating table in the hospital and get them into the theater.
Help him, Edwards.
No, I should stay and sort the patients.
No, Nurse Elkins is more than qualified.
Any questions? Should I use the hallways as a waiting room? Good.
Anything else, just make it up as you go along.
Yeah, up front.
You're driving.
You're gonna let me drive? I'm staying here.
Someone's got to ride roughshod over the likes of them.
- I don't believe it.
- Ambulances coming in from all over.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get the fuck out of here, man.
How in the hell do you drive this thing? - So what do we have? - His pelvis is shattered.
Need to resect the gut and set the bone somehow.
There's no time.
Splint the hips, staunch the bleeds, and shove the rest inside.
I don't need your advice, Edwards.
He's right, Everett.
Just do what he says.
How deeply embedded do you think this is? Hopefully not as far as the lungs.
I don't see any external trauma, but stand by just in case.
Lung's collapsed.
- Scalpel.
- Bring him in.
Trocar.
Dr.
Thackery.
- You got it? - Dr.
Thackery.
Okay, let's clean him up, see how deep they are.
Don't don't pull it out.
You'll bleed to death.
We're gonna get you right into surgery.
That compound fracture can wait.
Let's get some pressure under his head.
Nurse Beckman.
This is Henry Robertson.
Hello.
Look, we have an emergency.
We need all nurses here immediately.
You live with Nurse Nash, don't you? No need to get changed.
Report directly to Nurse Taylor.
She'll tell you where you're most needed.
And don't bother with normal admissions protocol.
Just sign them all in as John Doe and we'll sort it out later.
Nurse Taylor, I have four more sets of hands for you.
Orderly.
We're out of beds and gurneys.
I need you to find every couch, bench, chair, anything you can lay a patient on.
No room is off-limits.
Where the fuck do you think you're going? Out of my way, Cleary.
I need to see a man about my carting fees.
- Ah how many? - That was the fourth.
And they were all still breathing when I got here.
Your hospital administrator owes me a total of four simoleons.
- Now will you kindly let me pass? - No.
But I'll tell you what I will do.
I'll take your name down and I'll make sure that Mr.
Barrow's aware of the Knick's debt to you.
I'm sure he'll get around to paying it in three weeks or so.
Three weeks? Or you can have your money right now from me.
What's the catch? The catch is I'm offering two bits per.
Two bits per body.
So instead of waiting three weeks for the $4 I'm owed, you're offering to pay me $1 right now? Cash on the barrelhead.
Help me.
Help me.
You've got to help me.
- Take him straight to surgery.
- But I I have a wife and a little daughter.
Dr.
Thackery.
Finish up and dress the wound.
Yes, Doctor.
Put him under.
I can't go slicing around.
He's losing too much blood.
The X-ray is full.
No time for that.
What are you doing? I'm gonna use this wire as a probe.
If it comes in contact with any metal, then it'll close the circuit and we should be able to hear it.
Come with me.
Towel clamp.
I hear something.
- A crackle.
- Forceps.
Ambulances have begun arriving less often.
Good.
I had a look around the wards and they're full to bursting.
Just what I wanted to talk with you about.
Have you any thoughts as to how much we should charge the subway construction company? Charge them nothing.
Beg your pardon? This is nothing less than a civic duty.
We won't take a penny for it.
It would be dishonorable.
Nobody makes a profit here today.
Quite a day.
I for one am glad to see it end.
And now we come to the hour of our settlement.
That's 124 patients in total.
A new milestone for the Knick.
And myself personally, I don't mind saying.
Cleary, you can't honestly expect me to believe you carted 124 patients here by yourself.
Let's just say I made a little arrangement with the other fellas.
How much did you pay them? Two bits a head.
Not a bad return.
$124 from a $31 investment.
Unfortunately, I think you'll find you squandered your capital.
The fuck are you talking about? The president of the hospital's board of directors has decreed that no one will profit from today's calamity.
And that, I'm afraid, includes you, Cleary.
If you have any complaints, you can take it up with Henry Robertson.
Fuck me sideways.
Hey, sorry I'm late.
How are you feeling? Rather anxious, to tell you the truth.
I've been tossing in bed for hours.
Here's laudanum.
Help you sleep.
Three drops in a glass of water.
Is there anything I can help you with? Just the bedclothes, please.
Put that away, John.
Please.
- Abby - Not here.
The only thing I can think to do for her now is to help her sleep through the pain.
She could never abide laudanum, you know but I don't know what else to do.
Dad, I've been studying a paper that was published this past year in Paris about radium and the treatment of cancer.
It's largely untested.
Do it.
Well, well.
Now what do you have to say? I bet you'd feel the prize booby today if I had let you invest in that subway scheme.
What ships are expected today? The Phoenicia out of Hamburg and the L'Aquitaine out of Le Havre.
The L'Aquitaine was expected last week.
She suffered mechanical difficulties.
Needs a month in dry dock.
The entire fleet needs a month in dry dock.
Well, what about all the new ships, Henry? What the hell is taking so long? They'd already be seaworthy if you built them when I first told you to.
Now in order to keep the old ships afloat, I've had to dip into the funds we borrowed to finish the new ones.
You can imagine how we stand with our creditors.
Now is not the time to be timid.
We should sell at auction every last rusty bucket and put the money into new technologies.
Such as the subway? The city will be settling lawsuits from now until the day we can fly to work.
Let me remind you what Baron Rothschild said.
The time to invest is when there's blood running in the streets.
I need to get going.
Of course.
Thank you, Abby.
For everything.
Well, you cure my syphilis, I make you breakfast.
Seems like a fair trade.
What will I have to do for dinner? Sorry.
Old habit.
You can come down now, Lin-Lin.
You're fine.
No sores or warts.
What do you see? Nothing that's bad.
- That's from me? - Mm-hmm.
You're lucky.
We're gonna have to start the two other girls on mercury treatment.
Thank you.
If you ever have any burning, itching, or pain down there, you come to me immediately.
No work.
Maybe work a little.
No, no sex.
You don't have to have sex to make money.
Well, you can't guarantee that a customer won't want intercourse and that's a problem.
I make him want other things.
When he's in my hand, I control him.
That's when I can get anything I want.
Quite a weighty tome for a delicate dove like you.
It's a medical textbook.
You know, I noticed an interesting phenomenon associated with medical textbooks.
Whenever I chance to open one, I'm always convinced that I suffer from whatever disease happens to catch my eye.
I don't think you'll suffer this one.
Oh, God.
It's just a disease of the uterus.
Surely you're not unacquainted with that part of a woman's body.
Whatever do you mean, Nurse Elkins? You've been through the nursing staff like Grant through Richmond.
And you think that has acquainted me to an unusual degree with female anatomy? Stands to reason.
My adrenaline research.
I look forward to reading this over the weekend.
But if it's all I expect it to be, consider your position here significantly improved and in short order indeed.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Here's a paper published by the French Academy of Sciences on the treatment of cancer using radioactive substances, and it found that malignant tumors are more susceptible to the influences of radiation than normal tissue.
And I was wondering if it might be possible to use that fact to isolate a tumor and improve its chances of successful removal.
An intriguing hypothesis.
Let's talk about it after you've finished your work with adrenaline.
Well, we're all here.
Gentlemen, may I introduce Edward Croker, chief of the fire department of the city of New York.
Chief Croker.
There will be an investigation, of course, after which they'll convene a grand jury.
But I can tell you right now, the upshot is the poor bastard responsible for the dynamite storehouse on Park will be posthumously charged with criminal negligence.
And that, for all practical purposes, will discharge us from any legal responsibility.
However, I believe it will still be necessary to buy out the residents of Park Avenue whose homes were damaged.
By my reckoning, $1 million should do the trick.
Can I rely upon you gentlemen for a third part of it each? Henry, will that be a problem? No.
No, it won't.
I paid a visit to Mr.
Speight's residence and I think you'll be interested to learn that his family and all of his belongings are nowhere to be seen.
I found that in the fireplace.
It's a second-class ticket on the Ardlethen out of Rotterdam.
I can't make out the holder's Christian name, but his surname is Petrizzi.
I looked it up and the ship arrived here just last month, so there's a possibility Mr.
Petrizzi is still in town.
I found that in the inside pocket of Mr.
Speight's jacket after the coroner sent over his clothes.
The pages have been mostly washed clean, but there is one entry there.
Pasteurella pestis.
Well, that's bubonic plague.
Is that the brain of Mr.
Carton, your morphine addict? No, no, no, no.
This is a lab sample.
Mr.
Carton is still very much alive.
So this corresponds to the part of his brain that lit up like a Roman candle when he was given the morphine.
I'm working under the hypothesis that by detaching the affected area, his cravings may be eliminated.
The risk is accidentally damaging another part of the brain in the process.
May I offer an alternative? Like what? Something far less drastic.
Vasectomy.
Everett, unless you know something I don't, I really don't see how severing the tubes of his testicles will cure Mr.
Carton of his morphine addiction.
No, but it'll certainly prove effective of curing society of the likes of him.
That sounds like the eugenicist line.
If we can prevent those unfortunates from producing their own offspring, the amount of congenital defectives will be decreased.
Subsequent generations of our race will be that much better going forward.
Your race? Well, I suppose this is progress.
In the antebellum South, they would cite the Bible as justification for Negro inferiority.
Your point? Well, now instead, you justify your racism using some asinine pseudoscience.
I can understand why you're emotional.
Future knowledge always sounds like pseudoscience until it's accepted.
Oh, I have something you should accept.
For God's sake, gentlemen.
Even this brain is getting bored of this horseshit.
Please.
I think the Corton Clos Du Roi '93 with the meat, then the Meursault-Perrieres '87 with the fish and Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label '93 with dessert.
You'll like dessert.
Sherry's makes its own ice cream in the basement.
Ah.
Sweet nectar of the gods.
What is it? Oh.
The latest thing.
Something I brought back from San Francisco.
Equal parts vermouth and Old Toms gin.
It's called a Martinez.
Well, it tastes like cherry-flavored kerosene.
You possess a very discerning palate, Lucy.
Do you know the history of this type of cocktail glass? Well, it's modeled after the glass from which the Greek gods drank ambrosia, which is said to have been molded originally from the actual breast of Aphrodite, goddess of love.
You see that little indentation between the bowl and the stem? The explanation for that is on account of the old girl's nipple.
Mr.
Robertson Henry, I don't see any such thing.
While it is a very pretty glass, certainly, I believe you're suffering from wishful thinking.
Are you blushing? You weren't such a delicate flower earlier today when we were discussing a certain point of female anatomy.
You're a practicing nurse.
Are you by any chance acquainted with a phenomenon called whiplash? Because I believe I'm suffering from it right now.
Actually, I find the sensation rather enjoyable.
There they are.
Now, good night, Leonard, and good night, Ethel.
Sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite.
All right? Oh, my.
Oh, my goodness.
It's been ages since we've been together and I know that men have needs for hygienic purposes.
Especially a man like you who works so hard.
Yes, I do work hard, my dear.
So what's wrong? Nothing.
Nothing's wrong.
I'm very lucky to be married to you.
Everyone says so.
So what's the matter? I just What are you doing? I'm afraid I have some business to attend to.
Now? I'll be late.
No need to wait up.
Herman? Oh, God.
Oh, God.
We're inferior.
We're condescended to.
We're taken for granted.
We're made fun of.
We're attacked.
We're ignored.
We're worthless.
We're a pestilence.
We're invisible.
That's the story of the Negro in America.
That's the tale they tell.
That's what they say.
Does what a man says matter? We were born in this country, the land of equality by birth.
That's what it says.
That's what the man says it says.
So again, does what a man says matter? Yes.
Do his words matter? Do his laws matter? - Yes.
- Yes.
Yes! Because when a man's words or laws don't matter, that's when you have chaos.
That's when you have conflict.
That's when you have corruption.
When a man's words or laws don't matter, forget about justice because people don't even know where to look to for justice.
So does it matter what a man says? Yes.
The story of the Negro in America is the story of America.
Dr.
Everett Gallinger, may I present Mr.
Samuel Reid.
- Pleasure to meet you.
- How do you do? We were just discussing a most distressing problem concerning mental defectives in our community.
Your advice on the matter would be invaluable, Everett.
- Won't you have a seat? - Thank you.
Dr.
Gallinger, I operate the Idiot House on Randall's Island.
It's a state-financed home for boys the courts have deemed to be morons.
Sounds like a worthy institution.
The problem is once the boys reach manhood, we are legally bound to release them, which, unfortunately, leaves them free to engender more idiots like themselves.
I see.
Well, gentlemen, I believe I have a solution for you.
So then he said to her, "Well, I'm not Mark Twain.
" All right, dear? Maybe a little port.
Forgive my appearance, Miss Everidge, but I didn't want to miss you.
Bertie's given me clippings of all your stories.
Oh.
And did you have a favorite? I think it's the one where you dined with the red Indians.
I'm just glad you came back with your scalp intact.
Oh, Bertie.
Didn't you read the clipping? They were very civilized hosts.
They would never scalp a guest, especially such a lovely one.
Bertie was telling us that Genevieve also translated a paper for him from the Polish.
Yes, Dr.
Zinberg was duly impressed.
A linguist as well as an adventuress.
How did you come to learn Polish? It's my parents' native tongue.
I spoke it growing up.
Your parents are Polish? Mm, Galician Jews.
Oh.
I hope that doesn't present a problem.
After all, your savior was also a Jew.
There's some debate about that.
No, he was a Jew, all right.
You know how you can tell? His mother thought he was a god and he thought she was a virgin.
I hope I wasn't being too presumptuous, but I saw you hiding your hands earlier.
It's very kind of you.
I'm afraid I haven't had the strength lately to take proper care of myself.
Well, I could come back next week and varnish them, if you'd like.
You mean paint them? Good heavens.
I've never in all my life painted my fingernails.
My mother would turn over in her grave.
You know, I don't think I've ever seen quite such a large handbag.
Well, tool of the trade.
"Allzeit bereit," as the Germans say.
"Always prepared.
" Would you like to see? If you don't mind.
Well, my reporter's notepad and pencil, of course.
Press credentials.
Uh, my billfold.
A lucky kachina doll given to me by the Hopi.
This is a photograph of my parents.
And a photograph of Bertie.
I don't know how my family's going to get on when With help.
Well, thank you for the best meal I've ever eaten.
Well, the first of many, I hope.
Whiplash.
An injury caused by a sudden strain to the muscles of the neck.
Who died, Mr.
Barrow? What do you mean? My father told me riches and honors depend upon heaven.
Ah, well I hardly knew my father.
Consider yourself fortunate.
Mine was a violent man and a son of a bitch.
Did he come here to work on the railroad? The California gold rush.
He insisted I be educated in accordance to strict Confucian principles in expectation of the day he would strike it rich and we would return to China.
He wouldn't even permit me to learn English when I was still young enough to master it.
But he never struck the mother lode and I fell in with gangsters.
I suppose I was a great disappointment to him.
Your debt to me is now repaid in full, Mr.
Barrow, and this part of our business has come to an end.
Not quite.
I'd like to discuss a remedy to Junia's indentured state.
A remedy? Do I understand you to mean I am some kind of disease? Forgive me.
I spoke thoughtlessly.
You spoke like a man who runs a hospital.
Done.
Very good.
Oh, I'll have the money for you shortly.
Then rest assured I will keep her safe and gainfully employed until you do.
Gentlemen, the source of addiction.
The place is perfect for a man such as yourself.
A family man of means.
That's how you would describe yourself, isn't it, Mr.
Barrow? Beg your pardon? I believe you said you have two children.
That's right.
The nursery is on the ground floor and this is the parlor, a gracious stage for your wife to entertain upon.
My wife will never see the inside of this room, I assure you.
I'm sorry? Nor even my kiddies.
How much? The ones facing the park are somewhat more.
A steal, I assure you.
Once the subway opens, your investment will soar.
Mr.
Carton? Mr.
Carton, can you hear me? Let's get started.
Will you come with me, Moishe? Do what the nice man tells you to do.
Your name is Moishe? You're a Yid? Uh, yes, sir.
Very good.
Remove your trousers and hop up on the table.

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