The Knick (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 6 - Start Calling Me Dad - full transcript

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The Chickering residence.

He's asleep.

Do you realize the hour, sir?

Hold the wire.

Bertram.

Bertram?

Yes, what is it?

- Telephone.
- What?

This is Bertie. Um, Bertram.

Yes.

Yes, Dr. Thackery.



I'll be right there.

And what did your esteemed
chief want so urgently?

- He needs me at the hospital.
- Now?

It had best be an emergency.

It's just some experiments.

What kind of experiment can't
wait until the sun comes up?

- Dr. Thackery.
- Ah, Bertie. Good.

You're finally here. Scrub in.

We got a lot of work to do.

Introductions... this is Lin-Lin

and this wonderful creature is Delores.

There's no chance in hell that's her
real name, but it seems to suit her.

Now, I once met a Thai
girl in the profession,

swore her name was Colette Bonaparte.



I suppose it's all part of
the transaction, you know?

She pretends, we pretend.

A good time is had by all.

How long have you been working in here?

What day is it?

Strictly speaking, it's Monday morning.

Two days.

All weekend without a break?

We took a few small breaks.

Doctor, I think you need some sleep.

Nonsense. If you please.

These ladies work by the hour

and their rate is on the high side

due to their cleanliness and good humor.

So scrub in, Bertie the Wise,

for I have many new
secrets to reveal to you.

Believe then, if you please,

that I can do strange things.

So what did Christiansen do wrong?

Besides blow his brains out.

I'm not sure what you mean.

All of those placenta previa cases

and the babies that he endeavored to save.

I pored over those papers

and there was nothing that
he did wrong surgically.

His problem was conceptual.

He believed that the one
variable he needed to change

was him getting faster,

but there was a second variable
he never even considered.

Come on, Bertie, you've
got to think bigger.

You know, widen your mental scope.

Are you tired? 'Cause I can
give you something for it.

What else could have
changed about the surgery?

The patient dying slower.

Precisely! Bertie the Wise indeed.

You know, it is such a shame

that your father doesn't
share your sort of curiosity.

That man seems to
practice medicine in 1885.

But how could that be accomplished,

the patient dying more slowly?

Pressure on the tear in the womb.

To slow the bleeding. We tried that.

A wrap around the woman's abdomen.

Pressing down on specific sites.

We even tried tight
bandages around the womb.

All attempted from outside of the organ.

I intend to put pressure
directly on the bleed in the womb

from the inside.

Right, but, okay,

short of crawling up in there,
I'm not sure that could be done.

Lord knows we've all wanted to
try that at one time or another.

But in this case, we're
just gonna have to rely

on pneumatics to do the job for us.

- You know what this is?
- A Champetier DE Ribes balloon.

Correct. Used in the vaginal
canal to speed dilation.

- But I don't like it.
- Why not?

Because it's French and I didn't invent it.

And it's also the wrong
shape for our purposes.

Good old American basketball.

Much more preferable.

What is that?

This is something that
I invented yesterday...

or the day before.

It's a sheath that allows the bladder

to keep its correct shape for insertion.

You know, if a penis
can make the trip one way

and a baby the other...

Look, this is what we do. We insert
the basketball bladder bullet,

the BBB, up into the
vagina, up into the uterus,

and then we leave the air tube
trailing and remaining outside.

We then remove the sheath
so that the bladder can open.

We then attach a pump to the air tube

and we pump up the bladder inside the woman

so that it expands and
hardens against the bleed.

We then add a weight to the tube

so that it puts pressure on the wound,

slowing the bleeding,
giving ourselves more time.

Brilliant. Does it work?

Well, I've been trying it on
the girls and we need more study.

That's why we're gonna spend
the rest of the night in here

inserting these into our lady friends

and testing all variables.

Um, right.

Well, they're not pregnant.

So there's gonna be a problem

with the difference of
the size of the uterus

- as well as the lack of Di...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- ...dilation of the cervix.
- That's all true.

But, you know, our budget won't
allow for pregnant prostitutes.

So we're just gonna have to
make do with what we see here.

Okay.

She looks better this morning, more robust.

Look at her cheeks. They're pink.

That's a healthy pink.

Mrs. Gallinger,

I feel it's important
to be candid with you.

Lillian's fever has gone up.

That's the pink you see.

She's not responding to light or sound.

Her fontanel's protruding further,

telling us she's got enormous
brain swelling, and it's increasing.

She's going to get better.

We've all been praying for that

and you can't give up hope
your little girl will recover,

but you also need to know there's a chance

that the Lord will be calling Lillian home.

No. No. Everett will think of something.

There's really almost nothing...

You brought this into our house.

You admitted so yourself.

You have to fix this.

Do something for her, Everett.

Our daughter is dying.

Eleanor, please.

You said there was almost nothing.

That must mean there's something.

What is it, Everett?

Venesection.

What is that?

Bleeding.

It has very little chance.

I'll take any chance.

Chinatown. Mott Street.

So long.

Thank you, ladies.

You've been such a great help.

- See you tonight, Johnny?
- Possibly.

Could you tell Wu that I'll settle
my tab for your services then?

Mm-hmm.

Bertie!

You know, I think I need to make a
few small modifications to the sheath.

It might be a tad snug. Did you sense that?

I had to use a little
more force than I expected.

And those ladies aren't drums.

But the pressure on those
last few attempts felt correct.

I agree, but it's all just conjecture
until we get an actual previa patient.

I'm gonna have Sister Harriet

put out requests at the other hospitals.

Any chance we can give them is
better than what they're facing now.

You know, you might consider

using water instead of
air for the bladders.

It'll add more weight and might
conform better to the patient's anatomy.

Brilliant.

Bertie, fine work today.

You're making great progress.

Near as we can tell, the typhoid
started at Elihu Brown's house

eight months ago and moved to the
Cooke house on 5th a month later.

Next came the nine guests
at the Bedford Hotel.

Then it started taking it
back to your circle again

at the home of Roger Conaughton's widow.

Two of her grandchildren went down with it

as well as a garden man and scullery maid,

who may or may not have been cavorting.

You saw the look on her face, Jacob.

Cavorting was the least
those two were doing.

From the Conaughtons' to the
Abbott country home in Oyster Bay,

getting the young one and the father.

Next came Cora and Daniel Hemming.

How's the young girl doing?

There have been complications
and another surgery,

but the disease seems
to have run its course.

After the Hemmings?

The Vanderwerfs up in Riverdale got it.

And now the Selwyn Arms Restaurant.

That's at least 11 more right there.

So what's the link?

They got only one thing in common.

Something they all seem to
be enjoying these warm days.

- The ice cream?
- More like what's in the ice cream.

A peach. Or, specifically, peach Melba.

And the woman who prepared it

for every one of those
people who got sick...

Mary Mallon.

A lot of places to work
in such a short time.

Well, families often hire part-time
cooks for a week here or there

and then on to the employ of
some other home or restaurant.

In this case, to infect more people.

She must be a filthy thing and
sick as a cod in a cesspool.

Believe me, no mistress would hire
her if she looked the least bit ill.

Well, that's a conundrum we can solve
when we get our hands on the cow.

We got to find her first.

Families like these use only
two agencies to find their help.

Mrs. Grover's for the new money

and Bigsby's for the old.

If she's working for the
wealthy in New York City,

she's been through at
least one of those doors.

Then we're gonna have
to go through them, too.

Where are you, Typhoid Mary?

Where did you say this
machine was originally?

The fellas at Johns Hopkins had it.

They've since found a better model,

so I took it off their hands,

which is fortunate for you.

- And it works fine?
- Like it was new.

My children were taking dozens of
X-rays of themselves on it the other day.

Had the thing running for hours.

No trouble at all.

Seem to be some nicks and dents.

Well, that's to be expected
from a secondhand piece.

If you don't take my word for it,

try it out for yourself.

Never had an X-ray made.

Well, what would you like to see?

Your hand? Rib cage perhaps?

My head.

Why not?

Step right over here.

There you go. Just right there.

Now, if you would, put that plate

up to your face.

Good.

Now, the trick is

to stay as still as possible

for the best results.

There.

This should take about an hour.

Very well done.

Now you'll always have a photo

to remember her by.

My condolences, ma'am, sir.

This looks like a very solitary
way to spend your lunch.

Are you coming or going?

Going. I'm meeting Inspector Speight

for some more interviews
about the typhoid cases.

Oh. How's that going?

We think we may have found the source.

We?

Sounds intimate.

Algie.

I don't blame you. He's ill-mannered,

his clothes are stained,
and he always seems to have

some food hanging out of his mouth.

Every woman's dream.

You think Phillip will understand?

A gentleman knows when he's
been bested and must step aside.

How's my mother feeling?

You wouldn't have to ask if you
came to the house more often.

I know. I know. I've
just been so busy here.

Well, she's fine.

In fact, she looks better than you.

Are you sleeping at all?

Not enough.

Working at the Knick all day and...

researching at night.

I don't know how Thackery does it.

Where does his endless energy come from?

You know all about stamina.

All those contests you,
Henry and I used to have.

That time we tried to stand on the roof

on one foot the longest, see who would win.

Ah.

I was out there for only a minute

before I felt the
slightest breeze and ran in.

Henry quit right after me,

but you, you stayed out there for hours.

Mostly in the rain.

The contest was over,
but you wouldn't budge.

I think you're tougher
than you think you are.

Dedicating yourself to the
Knick is no ladies' tea party.

Perhaps.

I should be going.

It was good talking with you, Algie.

Anytime.

And say hello to your secret love.

I feel like I'm looking into my soul.

Let's talk about your price.

Well, new, a machine like
this could cost as much as...

3,000. I am aware.

But it is not new,

which is precisely why I called on you.

The hospital has limited funds.

Well, I could give it to you for 2,500.

I was thinking more in the range of 1,500.

It's not just the machine.

It's the upkeep,

it's ordering the photographic plates.

And who knows how long the
uranium inside will last.

I'll meet you halfway.

2,000.

Well...

it is still more than I had hoped.

But we've gone long enough

without one.

So...

2,000 it is, Mr. Luff.

Wonderful.

- Is this the new machine?
- It is indeed.

Can we have a turn on it?

Be my guests, ladies.

- How does it work?
- Allow me.

All right, closer.

Closer. Closer.

Not that close!

All right, here we go.

So it's rest and healing for several weeks

until the flap fully attaches.

And no vigorous movement.

Sadly, I haven't had occasion

for vigorous movement in quite some time.

Oh, come now, John.

I won't pretend that this
isn't absolutely ridiculous.

So, I'll see you back here soon

and we'll finish the job.

Let's get you a cab.

I prefer to walk.

- Really?
- Of course.

It's a lovely day.

Well, it was looking like rain.

It always looks like rain

if you only look at the clouds.

Don't look at the clouds so much, John.

So you will let me know if
you receive a previa case?

Thank you, Dr. Rasmussen.

That is appreciated. Good day.

- Dr. Thackery.
- Mr. Luff.

So what will you be
attempting to sell me today?

I have all the surgical supplies I need.

I was actually hoping to interest you

in doing a little selling of your own.

Who are the new heroes in
America? Sousa and Joplin?

President McKinley? Cap Anson?

No longer.

People now believe passionately in
the men who will bring them miracles...

doctors, inventors, architects.

These are the new American gods.

Edison, Halsted, and Roebling.

Technology and innovation
will be the world's salvation

and the people know it.

They crave what's coming next.

And their faith... ah,
their faith is bottomless.

And you mean to exploit that faith.

No, I mean to give them the
solutions that they're looking for.

We are the supplier of the finest
medical products in the world.

We want to be the maker of the
best medicines and elixirs as well.

And with your help, we think we can be.

You want me to invent medicines for you?

That's not my field of expertise.

No need. The medicine's
already been crafted.

Dr. Thackery's Rejuvenation Liniment.

Rub it on your trouble spots thrice daily,

your malady will disappear.

Look, that's your picture right there.

We're gonna run articles and advertising

in newspapers around the country.

Even send you to the Paris
Exposition this summer.

Dr. Thackery's Rejuvenation Liniment

treats rheumatism, neuralgia,

sciatica, crippled back, lumbago,

contracted muscles, toothaches, sprains,

kidney pain, liver troubles,

heart lameness, leg
swellings, and cataracts.

Is that all?

Those are very real claims.

Well, then perhaps you
won't mind telling me

the ingredients that make
up this miracle potion.

Let's not be coy with each other, Doctor.

This is a booming market.

We want our share of it.

Last year Dr. Ayers' Pectoral Plaster,

Brown's Bronchial Troches,
Dr. Corbett's Brain Food,

and Dr. Wordsley's Female Pills

accounted for $5 million in sales.

Dr. Pepper's Brain Tonic is doing so well,

they're serving it at
fountains all around the city.

As much a beverage as it is a remedy.

You are one of the most respected
physicians in the nation.

And with our help, we think we can
make you one of the richest as well.

And all I have to do is loan you my name?

Precisely. The money will
roll in by the shovelful.

You'll be one of the most
famous men in America.

Nothing, nothing will be beyond your reach.

Can you give me some
time to think about it?

Absolutely. How much time do you need?

Until hell freezes over.

In the meantime, would you be so kind

as to stick your head firmly up your ass?

Away, you mouldy rogue.

Away.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

If you'd like five or six more,

we can just keep making
circles of the park.

Making believe we've never met the vendor

every time we come 'round.

How much are your pretzels, sir?

Really? Well, then I'll try one.

So, how are you enjoying
the hospital so far?

It's been seven weeks.

You've been counting?

Well, the place did get a
bit rosier when you arrived.

Do you say that to all the new nurses?

No, of course not.

I was only teasing.

I know you wouldn't do that.

Because I wouldn't.

My mother says the first
time you meet someone,

in that moment, you can know their soul.

I wish I knew that when we first met.

You were helping an edema patient into bed.

Oh.

So you remember the first time you saw me?

Don't go getting full of yourself.

I also remember the first
time I saw Mr. Pouncey

and he was picking at his ear with a twig.

I'm not sure it's true you can
know someone from the first moment,

but maybe you can get to know
them from some other moment.

Even the hardest people can surprise you.

That's where Dr. Thackery lives.

I know.

It's nicer inside than you might think.

Have you been inside?

When you had me fetch
him for the bowel repair.

Right. Right.

The evening of Mr. Gentile's
miraculous nerve block.

He had me inside while he readied himself.

That was quite a day.

It certainly was.

There's no one like Thackery.

No, there isn't.

I tried to explain it to my father

and he just scoffs.

He wants me to join his
practice at Columbia.

But why would I do that

when I could be watching
the man invent the future

right in front of me?

To work so closely with
a surgeon of his genius,

- it's...
- Intoxicating?

Yeah.

It means a lot to me that you understand.

I do.

I just realized I don't even like pretzels.

I, uh...

I don't know why I bought that.

Best not fix on going
toe-to-toe with the Big Nig.

He ain't no free swinger

a fella your size can
get inside and surprise.

The man's trained. Professional-like.

Knocked out Jake Kilrain in five.

Floored Mexican Pete Everett
seven times before they stopped it.

And took Tom Sharkey all the way

to the bloodiest draw I ever saw.

The Big Nig will kill a
man like you in that alley

and never break a sweat.

...Thursday, then I might be too late.

You know? Hey!

What?

My deepest sympathies to you both.

Thank you, Sister.

I can only imagine the tremendous
pain in your hearts right now.

God knows your suffering.

I hope you know He's here with you.

She's going to get better.

Who, dear?

Lillian.

God will bring her back to us.

Eleanor.

You'll say a prayer, Sister?

A prayer for Lillian's return to health?

Of course.

Dr. Gallinger, may I have a
word with you for a moment?

Of course.

She won't accept it.

She even prepared breakfast
for Lillian this morning.

It's not uncommon.

Once you place Lillian in the ground,

I don't envy the powerful
wave of melancholia

that will engulf this house.

Perhaps there might be a solution

to help ease your loss.

What is it?

Recently a very young baby, a girl,

was found on the doorstep of the orphanage.

I understand my impertinence,

but I've seen many a grieving mother.

Death takes not only the soul of the child,

but can destroy the souls
of those left behind.

If Eleanor can hold a baby, nurture it,

you can begin to find
your way again to heal.

All I ask is that you consider it.

What are you doing here?

We have business to tend to.

- May I help you?
- Inspector Speight, Department of Health.

We were told by Grover's
Domestic Placement Agency

that a cook named Mary Mallon
is currently in your employ.

- That true?
- Oh, I don't know any of the help by name.

Of course not, but we'd like to come
in ourselves and meet your staff.

Of course. The cook is right inside.

We're just sitting down for lunch.

You're more than welcome to join us.

I'd feel safer biting
into a bag of horse shit

than eating anything that twat made.

Looks like we found her. Mary Mallon?

Who's asking?

Inspector Speight of the Health Department.

This is Miss Robertson
of the Knickerbocker.

- Officer Phineas Sears.
- Well, this ain't me kitchen.

I was just hired on in the last days.

You need to speak with Miss Nisbet.

Actually, we need to speak
with you, Miss Mallon.

What's your business?

Are you the Mary Mallon who was
employed at the Hemming residence?

- Yeah.
- And prior to that,

did you work at the Abbotts'
country home in Oyster Bay,

Elihu Brown's, the Haldemans',

the Bedford Hotel, and the Selwyn Arms?

What of it?

We believe, Miss Mallon,
that you may have infected

those families and
others with typhoid fever.

Typhoid?

Well, you're loony. Do I look sick to you?

No, however...

However we've got at
least a dozen infected,

many of them have already
gone to Abraham's bosom.

The one thing they got in
common: your filthy mitts.

Now, we need you to
come with us to the Knick

and give us your urine,
saliva, and feces for testing.

I ain't going anywhere with you people.

I'm working and these boys need to eat.

Not what you're cooking.
This ain't an invitation.

You don't want to come,
Officer Sears and me

can force you to comply.

Come now, lady.

Let's make this easy for all of us.

You want me saliva?

There! Now the other two
ain't gonna come so easy.

Grab the bitch!

- Get off of me! Get off of me!
- Stop her!

Can't you see I'm not
sick, you stupid woman?

Shut up!

Get the fuck off of me for fuck's sake!

- Shut your filthy mouth.
- Get off of me!

Jesus Christ!

I never seen a society girl
join the fracas that quick.

Definitely a new century.

Huh.

This is quinine.

A teaspoon every four hours.

If she develops any
pain in her lower region,

have her douche with creolin solution.

I'll make sure and check
on her in the next few days.

Bless you.

I don't know what we would do.

That'll be $8 for today, ma'am.

I can look forward to a
poor night of rest again.

Perhaps you need a fella by your side.

Stay out of that habit
for an hour or two longer,

you shall have no delay in finding him.

All right, Harry, what's
behind the sleeping trouble?

Half of the time I lay in bed

convincing myself that what
I'm doing is right by everyone.

Like that girl up there just now,

her floor boss forcing himself on her.

I'm guessing it's the other half
of the time that's the trouble.

That's when I lay there
wondering if I'm already dead.

Fate sealed.

And whatever good I think
I might do won't save me.

See? That.

That's the part that
helps me sleep the best.

If I'm going to the furnace, I'm going.

Besides, can't be worse

than the place I come from.

Where was that?

St. Joseph's Orphan Home in Enniskean.

The nuns were wicked cuntiballs.

Nothing like the house
you run at the Knick.

These sisters, they were happy
to whale on you all the day long.

What's that say?

It's chicken scratch.

Compliments of Sister Clarice.

She'd whale on my left hand

with a three-foot dowel
every time I tried to use it.

Forced me to use my right.

Taught me left-handed
were wicked, sinister-like.

She'd whack me, giving it
out till I puked myself.

A couple of years of
that will turn you against

them evil goats, God, the whole thing.

You can't paint us all
with that brush, Cleary.

I serve God my way.

I do His work and remain true to His cause.

Except for the abortions and all.

- I meant...
- I know what you meant.

And I know you ain't them.

I don't know much,

but I would wager that God

will put you far ahead of Sister Clarice

when it comes to passing
through the pearly gates.

Ah, she'll have one.

How long have you been bleeding?

On and off for the last few months.

And this didn't occur with
your previous pregnancies?

Not with any of the other five.

Is there a problem?

Your lower uterine wall has thickened.

And that, I'm afraid, is
your placenta out of place.

Should I call for the surgeons?

Yes. No.

Someone else.

Dr. Thackery. Bellevue just called.

We got one. It's coming in right now.

Ready?

Equipment is aseptic and ready for use.

Are you sure we're ready?

Having doubts?

It's to be expected.

Not from me.

How can you be so certain?

Perhaps a few more trials with the...

female subjects.

I could help pay for their time.

I miss them, too.

They are more proof of
God than anything else

I've ever seen on this Earth,

but their usefulness to
us, at least medically,

has passed.

What you choose to do with them

on your own time is entirely up to you.

Dr. Chickering is now
inserting the deflated bladder,

which is sheathed to keep the shape small

while entering the vaginal canal.

We are now entering the uterus.

With this new procedure,

there is no danger of exsanguination,

as our bladder

has slowed the bleeding to a trickle.

Retractors.

The baby is alive.

The patient will live to mother it.

Gentlemen,

I give you the Christiansen-

Thackery-Chickering

Placental Repair.

Bertie.

To Dr. Jules Christiansen...

who deserves to be here with us.

Ah.

Is the paper finished?

Almost.

I left some of my notes in the lab.

- Should I fetch them?
- No, no, no, I'll go.

You should go home, get some rest.

Have breakfast with your father

and tell him all about how you'll
soon be a published surgeon.

- Good night, Doctor.
- Night, Bertie.

What the hell is this?

...how long the wax has
been impacted in there.

But that sodium bicarbonate
solution should help loosen...

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

I sincerely hope I'm in a state of delirium

because this cannot be what it appears.

- Get them out of here.
- Just let me...

Out, Edwards, now!

This way.

The unbelievable brass on you
to think you can run a clinic

for Negroes in my hospital like
some goddamn Underground Railroad.

Full disclosure?

It is much, much more than just a clinic.

What do you mean?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

These people needed help
and I needed to do it.

This goes beyond disobedience
into outright negligence.

I was never anything of the sort.

Stolen equipment, unregistered patients,

procedures performed
in unsterile conditions

with unqualified people.

I hope you don't believe
that your association

with the Robertsons will
save you from termination.

What was I supposed to do?

Huh?

Wait around for you to allow
me into your lily-white theater?

You are a man of science.

Show me... show me any proof

that says that I should not be allowed

to work alongside you as an equal.

This is not about a disparity

between the ability of blacks and whites.

This is about lies. It's about duplicity.

This is about your lack of morality.

Morality?

Morality from a man whose own morality

allows sick and desperate
people to be turned away

because he believes them
to be less human than he.

Edwards, you are finished.

These people cannot stay here.

You find them another place to go.

Yes, sir.

What is this?

It's for suctioning.

No cranking?

No. Frees up a hand.

Did you invent this?

Modified it from an existing product.

That's not the only thing
I've come up with down here.

My solution

for the inguinal hernia.

I then separate the cord from the sac

and continue for one-half inch around
the inside of the interior ring.

And what happens if you find

that the hernia is congenital?

I separate a strip from the back,

the bottom of the sac from the rest,

and catch the cord and the testicle

using a continuous silver suture.

- Silver?
- It has incredible holding power.

Where'd you find silver suture?

Another item I had modified.

How many hernia patients have you seen?

They're not hard to find

considering most of the
jobs colored folks can get

involve heavy lifting.

How many have you lost?

- One.
- One?

Mm-hmm. And solely because
he disregarded my instructions

to refrain from strenuous activity.

Did you come up with the
idea for this booklet as well?

I did. It was easier than relying

on my staff down here to take all my notes.

Where'd you get the camera?

I bought it, like most
of what you see down here.

One of the reasons I'm
still living at that hotel.

My salary got diverted.

You endangered your entire
career with this stunt.

What if it wasn't me
that stumbled across you?

What if it was Barrow or Gallinger?

Right, because you were so
charitable when you discovered me.

I never planned on this
going as far as it has.

It started with me wanting
to help one or two people.

And once the discoveries began, it...

You had to see it all the
way through. I understand.

You know, this is good.

This is better than good.

So where do we go from here?

Well, all of this ends.

But not until these
people are fully recovered.

And until then, I should be able
to treat my other patients as well.

You just make sure you
keep that door locked

so that no one else stumbles in here.

What about my findings?

Well, I think we'll be making that

the new standard hernia procedure.

Well, if it's the standard here,

shouldn't it be the standard everywhere?

Meaning you want this to be published?

Oh, I could never get published
in this country on my own.

But if I had a co-author...

Oh, you want me to
co-author with you on this?

As lead or as equals?

As long as it gets my name out there,

I don't care what my accreditation is.

And one more thing.

I think it's time I be allowed

to work with you officially in the theater

as your deputy chief of surgery.

I don't want you just to get me

when you can't find someone else.

And if I don't allow you?

Then I'll take my future
discoveries elsewhere.

And you will miss out on all the fun.

- Dr. Edwards.
- Hmm?

May I officially welcome you to the Knick?

Cards.

That's a nice one. And that is a nice one.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Neely.

Come to bring your dad some good luck?

Hobart's taken all your inheritance.

Is that true, Mr. Showalter?

Perhaps just dented it a bit.

You'll get it all back when
you and Phillip are married.

Is that an incentive for
me to keep losing to you?

Just look at me as a
conveyer of your wealth

to my future daughter-in-law.

If you don't mind, I'd prefer
to cut out the middleman

for the next few hands.

And how are you doing?

Will we begin our marriage penniless?

No, only down a bit, but
to my father and yours,

so we'll likely see it again.

How's the Knick? You still on the hunt?

Oh, Cornelia's been
playing a bit of detective

alongside a health inspector.

We got our girl today.

Inspector Speight and I apprehended
the suspect this afternoon.

Apprehended? Listen to my girl.

She sounds like Big Bill Devery
down at police headquarters.

You think she can be bought as easily?

It was exciting, Phillip,

to get out into the
street and do some good.

I don't know. It was
wonderful to feel so useful.

What's wonderful is to see
such a flush in your cheeks.

Congratulations, Neely.

An epidemic has been
averted because of you.

- Yes.
- A toast to my little girl.

I agree. To you, my love.

Perfect way to wind down
your tenure at the Knick.

My wife will always have the best stories

to tell her lady friends at lunch.

Well, thank you all.

It's been a long day.

- Good evening.
- Sweet dreams, dear.

Phillip, it's to you.

- 100.
- Ooh!

Come in, Gertrude.

My dress is ready to be hung.

Mr. Showalter?

Dear, I've known you since you were born.

You're going to be my daughter.

Why don't you start calling me Dad?

I don't think your own father
would mind too terribly much,

do you?

Very well.

I always wanted a daughter.

We lost two in childbirth.

I'm sorry.

But now I have one of my very own.

I suppose that's true.

Phillip has given us a beautiful,

beautiful daughter in you.

I've invested a tremendous
amount of money with your father.

I believe in the union of our two families.

I know he's grateful...

I don't want his gratitude.

I did it because I
believe our coming together

is a wonderful thing that will provide

rewards and pleasures for all of us.

Do you think it's a wonderful thing, Neely?

Of course, Mr. Showalter.

Dad.

Open or closed?

What?

The door... open or closed?

Closed.

Sleep tight.

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