The Knick (2014–2015): Season 2, Episode 4 - Wonderful Surprises - full transcript

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-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-(DOOR CLOSES)

This is it.

It's not a bad size.

It's a palace for a colored man in this city.

I think you'll find it comfortable.

You didn't even tell your own mother?

I didn't tell anyone.

So, I'm a secret, then?

This must be very inconvenient for you.

It's a wonderful surprise.

(SCOFFS) You seem overjoyed.



- Who is she, Algernon?
- Excuse me?

A man...

A man stops writing to his woman
for two reasons.

Either he's dead.

Or he's moved on.

You look very much alive to me.

So?

I did meet someone.

Of course you did. I can almost picture her.

But it was no meaningless affair.

She became pregnant.

And where are they now,
your girl and your baby?

She terminated the pregnancy.

She married someone else.



And you still love her.

I'm sorry.

I should have written you these things
so that you knew to move on.

Could have saved you the time
and the expense of coming here.

I will pay for all of it,
your return and any divorce fees.

Did you really think
you could run me off so easily?

I have never let anyone tell me
when it's time to walk away,

and you are no exception.

I'm staying.

And I'm keeping what's mine.

I assume you only have one bed
in your palace?

Don't expect to experience
any wonderful surprises any time soon.

- Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
-(LAUGHS)

DAISY: Let's kiss some more.

Kissing was fun.

- Oh, we will, we will. I promise.
-(DAISY LAUGHING)

But this will be fun as well, I promise.

Okay.

What is that thing, anyway?

This is a little bit of magic in a box.

Now, if you wouldn't mind standing, please.

And if you wouldn't mind
removing your clothes, please.

(LAUGHING) What?

Henry!

Oh, it's just in good fun.

So I'll have you with me always.

- Go on, Daisy. I dare you.
-(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

That's it.

That's great.

(SNORTING)

Yes!

Good girl.

THACKERY: So, once the pig's temperature
reached 107 Fahrenheit,

it killed off all the spirochete,
every last one in her system.

I then gave her a large injection of quinine,
and very soon the malaria fever broke.

She survived?

Happily rolling around in her pen when I left.

But, John, that's a pig.

How could you be certain it'll work on me?

No, syphilis has the same characteristics
no matter who or what it lives in.

So, you want to cook me?

Essentially.

I mean, a pig's normal temperature is 102.
Ours is 98.

You know, raising her five degrees
was somewhat easier.

I'd have to raise you close to nine.

(GASPS)

John, how can you be certain
that won't kill me in the process?

No, it's a risk, I know,
but I'll be with you the whole time

and I'll be ready to inject you
if the fever starts to take you.

(SIGHS)

I don't know.

Abby.

Abby, this is a chance to cure you.

You know, it would give you your life back.

But can you be sure
it won't take my life instead?

No.

I can't.

DR. MAYS: My father tended
to Secretary of State Seward

on the night Lincoln was shot.

Did you know he was attacked, too?

NURSE: I didn't.

DR. MAYS: Stabbed by a rogue Confederate.

Old Dad was doing exactly
what I'm attempting right now.

Back then you had to rely on your wits.

Draw the cricoid forward,

keeping the trachea steady and tense.

Tenaculum, please.

I've noticed you in the halls.

I'm new.
Mr. Robertson hired me two weeks ago.

Her larynx is moving around too much.
Let's give her a little more ether.

When I started in practice,

each surgeon picked out his favorite nurse,
and asked her to be exclusive to him

in the operating room.

I've heard that.

No shortage of them
ended up getting married.

Surgical knife.

Damn it. Where's the cauterizer?

Here.

I'd be happy to have you assigned to me.

You'd be mine, so to speak.

I could be very helpful in securing
a long future for you here at the Knick.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

-(CLATTERING)
-(GROANING)

(THUDS)

EFFIE: The flower arrangements
should definitely have blue in them.

The color would be beautiful
with the napkins we've chosen.

WOMAN: Though we have to be sure
it's the right blue.

It would be awful to have them clash.

Yes, it would.

Should we match the flowers to the napkins
or the napkins to the flowers?

Cornelia?

Napkins to the flowers.

Very right. (LAUGHS)

Thank you.

Now, the other issues are discussing

the crystal, the silverware,
and the china place settings-.

Come in.

Come in, don't be shy.

- What's your name?
- Um... Tom.

Thomas. Tom.

Well, Tom Thomas Tom,

I'm Susie.

And there's no need to be nervous.
I won't bite.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Thank you. (STAMMERING) I've just...
I've never been to one of these before, so...

Oh, well, if I saw a gentleman on the street
as handsome as you are,

I wouldn't believe
there was a fellow more worldly.

I don't know if I would
describe myself as worldly.

Thank you.

I've, um... I've never, urn...

Well, I...

I... I've just never. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Well, to tell you the truth,

this is my first time, too.

Really? You've never?

This is my first week here
and you're my first client.

I saw you come in and I asked for you,

because I thought maybe you might
be able to help me through this.

(STAMMERING) Well, I... I could.

I do know a thing or two about...

About anatomy.

I'm very comfortable
with the human body and...

Then tell me,

-what's this called?
-(CHUCKLES)

- Your proboscis.
- Mmm.

And this?

Your scapula.

And this?

Your umbilicus.

(CLEARS THROAT)

And this?

Your pelvis.

Iliac crest, to be exact.

And this?

And this?

Oh, that's my...

It certainly is.

I don't think this is your first time.

It is with you.

(MOANS)

What's that?

- What happened?
-l'm fine.

You're not. What happened?

I'm none of your business, Doctor.
You made that quite clear.

This is medical, not personal.

You'll forgive me
if I don't want you examining me.

Lucy, what happened?

My father beat me.

Why?

Because I confessed my sins
and humiliated him.

Would you care to guess
what those sins might have been?

No.

- The next time I see that son...
- You're too late.

He said he made more than
enough money in New York

and left to go back home this morning.

Well, he's lucky.

I would have hurt him
a whole lot worse than he hurt you.

You think he's the one who hurt me?

GALLINGER: Mrs. Gianoulis, your son needs
to have his tonsils removed. They're infected.

What about the others?
You take them out, too?

No, just Alexi needs it, not the rest.

But I leave them with Alexi. I go to work.

- No, no.
-(SPEAKING GREEK)

Mrs. Gianoulis...

Look, look, Mrs. Gianoulis,
look, these are your children.

You had them, they're your responsibility,
not anyone else's.

You take them with you to work
or take them home,

or whatever, but they can't stay here.

They stay here. They clean, they cook.

- Just take them home.
- I can't pay.

I doubt that Barrow will want to add this room
to the tours that he's been giving to donors.

What did Abigail say?

She's considering it.

In the meantime,
I'm continuing with my addiction studies.

Anything interesting so far?

Not yet.

As far as I can tell,
addicts have no difference in their organs

or physical characteristics to non-addicts.

There's nothing that makes them
more susceptible to addiction

and nothing that can be removed
or treated to cure it.

Given the exterior state,
which we found most of these drunks,

you would assume that the interior
would tell some sort of tale as well.

Yeah, but aside from the typical scarring
of the liver, nothing.

Even my examination
of Dr. Mays' corpse was inconclusive.

And that man was most certainly a drinker
if there ever was one.

Well,

I can't say that I'm not relieved that his death
occurred on your watch, and not on mine.

Something is making them do it.

And if it's not the body,

it must be the brain.

Our fire insurance will cover
the damage to the surgical theater,

and I have started a memorial fund
in Dr. Mays' name.

For the benefit of the widow?

No, the new Knick.

And many of Dr. Mays' friends at his club

have already donated generously
to the new vented and fireproof

Dr. William H. Mays etherizing rooms

that will now be added to the plans
for the new hospital.

With your permission, of course.

It's a fitting tribute.

I will instruct the architect
to make the necessary changes.

I personally handle the hiring
of every contractor.

With each, I make a standard deal.

Give us the best, charge us the most,

and give me a small percentage back.

The more we spend,

the more I get.

And with a building this large,
there's no shortage of craftsmen needed.

An army of plumbers, electricians, masons.

There are the specialists, too.

Hinge-makers, glass blowers, wood-carvers.

And I keep the plans changing
as often as I can.

Never an opportunity missed. (CHUCKLES)

Every man has his talents.

Finding gold in the river, that's mine.

And how much gold have you strained
into your pan?

So far?

In the range of $12,000.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

That's a sardine in a fisherman's net.

We here at Tammany, we prefer whales.

But it's not a bad thing
to hold on to a sardine now and then.

So, from now on,
15% of your construction costs,

before your skim, comes to us.

That's a bit high, don't you think?
My contractors will balk.

No, they won't.

CROKER: It's the going rate

for keeping things running along smoothly
as they have been.

And we'll show you how to game it right.

You give us our share,
we'll make sure you have no trouble

with the city, politicians, cops,

unions, thefts,
anything that might come your way.

Building a hospital's a noble cause,
and we here at Tammany want nothing more

than to support you
the best way we know how.

Well, thank you.

(DOOR OPENS)

The oysterman was picked clean
by the time I got there.

I got some cod we can fry downstairs instead.

What are you reading?

(SIGHS) Nothing.

You're hiding everything from me these days.

It's just a book, Luce.

"Transactions of the Association
of American..."

"Obstetricians and Gynecologists."

It's about women's bodies.

I've been treating some special patients
on my own since one of the doctors died.

And I want to do right by them, so...

"The covering is quite vascular

"and appears like thickened..."

"Musculoperitoneal."

It's a membrane that lines the abdomen.

- Ew!
-(LAUGHS) It's not that bad.

If you want to be a doctor,
I suppose you have to like these things.

There are no woman doctors.

Then it's about time we had one.

I'm not smart enough.

You're smart enough to treat
those special patients on your own.

You haven't killed any of them yet, have you?

No.

Then maybe you know more than you think.

HENRY: Come on, we're late.
CORNELIA: (LAUGHING) You're a madman.

-It's fun, isn't it?
-(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

PHILLIP: Onto the 7:00 a.m. train
to New Orleans...

Phillip.

Yes, well, at least she'll make the barges
up by the river by the next day.

Well, it's better that than they limp east
for three days.

Damn it, man, get off that thing.
It's lunchtime.

You'd have one in your automobile,
if you could.

(SCOFFS) Give Edison some time.

I'll wager he'll figure it out.

So, this is a nice surprise.

We so seldom get to have lunch together.

(LAUGHS) This isn't the surprise.
They are waiting in the other room.

- AUGUST: (CLEARS THROAT) Ah, Henry.
- Dad.

AUGUST: Neely, I was worried
you two weren't gonna make it.

HENRY: Traffic. Now, if there was a subway...

AUGUST: Henry, not today.

Today we are celebrating
Algernon and his wife.

(AUGUST LAUGHING)

His wife?

HENRY: Surprise!

Our man went off and got married
and never breathed a word.

Cornelia, may I introduce Mrs. Opal Edwards?

Opal, this is Cornelia Showalter.

Very pleased to meet you.

Our first trip to Paris
was for the '89 exposition.

(CLEARS THROAT)

When they opened the Eiffel Tower.

What did you think?

- Oh, Cornelia and I nearly fainted at the sight.
-(AUGUST LAUGHING)

You saved that until they lit it up
in the evening.

No, it's a marvelous feat of engineering.

It's a stain on a perfect city.

That's a bit dramatic, isn't it, Opal?

She's a performer. There's always a flair.

No, it's how I feel.

You had reservations
about it yourself, Algernon.

What the tower shows to me is progress.

I mean, that even the impossible is possible.

That's a virtue I instilled in my children.

Algernon as well.

- OPAL: ls that so?
- Mmm.

Opal, we cannot emphasize enough

how impressed we are with what Algernon
has been able to accomplish.

ALGERNON: Well, I certainly benefitted
from your progressive thinking.

HENRY: Well, he means the world to us.
Doesn't he, Neely?

He does.

OPAL: lf that's the case,

then why are his parents
not invited to this lunch?

- Excuse me?
- Opal.

This is a celebration, as you put it.

So, why is it that they can't sit here with us

instead of having to stay beneath the house
waiting for a bell to be rung?

ALGERNON: Because
that's not how things are done.

(COUGHING)

OPAL: Pardon me, then.

I suppose we have different definitions
of the term "progressive."

Are we ready to clear plates for dessert,
Captain, sir?

What were you trying to prove back there?

Am I not allowed an opinion?

Or is that also too progressive?

You were trying to pick a fight.

They talk as though they are responsible
for your success instead of you.

He simply said that he was proud of me,
not proud of what they did for me.

There is a big difference.

It was unfair.

You're right.

I apologize for being unfair
to those rich white people.

-(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
- I got enough, I'll buy myself a decent bottle.

A little short, there's a rotgut hang,
Swedish, by the water.

Sells penny beers and two-cent whiskeys.

THACKERY: Jeez,
what's two-cent whiskey taste like?

Not like whiskey.

Wendell.

John.

I think I can help you.

I don't go in for no religion shit.

I don't either. I'm a doctor.

Not interested.

You interested in clean clothes,
three meals a day,

and a much more comfortable bed
than the one you're currently sleeping on?

Buy me a bottle, I'll let you know.

Mary.

Evening.

Glad all you fancy ladies could make it.

I'm sure there are lots of people uptown
who think you've gone shopping

or to the hair parlor.

I don't like being called here
by the likes of you.

And I don't give a good goddamn!

We're not out there anymore.
We're in here now.

Now listen.

My Harriet has got a real God-fearing
gavel-banger putting her on trial

and he ain't giving her a fair shake.

That's not our concern.

I'm making it your fucking concern.

Each and every one of you uptown ladies

came to me for the fix.

And my girl did it for you, safe and secret.

WOMAN: Secret?

Look around. We all know each other.

I doubt any of you will be tattling,

considering your shared circumstance.

But I know one girl
who could slabber on like the church gossip.

Lawyer puts her up there on the stand,
hand on the Bible,

swearing to God to tell the truth.

A nun like Harriet

is likely to have a bout of conscience,

confess to what she done,
and who she done it with.

Naming names.

Spilling the whole thing.

Newspapermen there,
writing everything down

for their evening editions.

By the next morning, you'll all be famous.

What do you want from us?
We can't stop the trial.

But your fellas can.

I doubt you was letting penniless shine boys
put the bat in the cave,

so I want you to go to these powerful fellas

who emptied their bags in you,

and let them know

that they can either use their money
to get this gone now,

or it's you and them on the stand next.

Off with ya!

You think they'll do it?

Your guess is as good as mine.

But as far as I'm concerned,
we're even on favors now.

THACKERY: So, when they finish their baths,
put them in a separate area of the ward.

And keep the medicine cart away from them.

Dr. Thackery, there's an emergency
in exam room four. Mrs. Alford.

What happened?

She had a seizure in her home.

Chimney sweep saw her through the window.

I insisted they bring me here.

Thank you, Dr. Grindin. I'll take over.

I'm so embarrassed.

I was making breakfast.

Next thing I know,
I wake up with cracked eggs all in my hair.

I'm really scared now, John.

I know.

It could be a while
before the malaria takes effect.

Looking forward to it-.

LUCY: My whole life, these men who were
supposed to show us how to live our lives,

we are supposed to respect
and trust and honor them.

Well, they've all disappointed me

and betrayed me and thrown me away.

Why do I let them?

Why do we let them?

It doesn't make any sense.

And I'm sick of it.

God tests us all.

All I know is I'm not getting what I deserve.

What is it you think you deserve?

Something better.

(CLICKING)

My daughter Ethel attends
the Brearley School.

Her Latin is coming along.

And Leonard attends Trinity.

Quite the sportsman.

And he's named after my father.

The fishmonger.

My father not only sold fish, sir,

he smelled of fish, he talked to fish,

he dreamed of fish, he was besotted with fish.
(CHUCKLES)

He actually believed
he could breathe underwater.

(ALL LAUGHING)

It's true. It's true.

But I wanted something else.

This, to be quite frank.

And I think we can all agree
it beats the fish business.

We'd like to think so.
Now, who's your sponsor?

It was Dr. Mays,

but I think we're all aware
of the recent tragedy.

A dead man can't sponsor a live one.

It's in the bylaws.

-(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
-(lNDISTINCT CHATTERING)

It takes a little while to get up here,
but it's worth it.

OPAL: Do a lot of Negroes
live this far uptown?

ALGERNON: Starting to,
especially after last year's riot.

Don't need to live cheek by jowl
with people who are trying to kill you.

Maybe you should consider it as well.

There are new buildings going up everywhere.

There are barely any farms left.

But with the Knick moving uptown,
this might not be a bad location for me.

That's if they take you with them.

They will.

You're so sure of your patrons,
the Robertsons?

lam.

And Thackery knows my worth.

What's this area called?

Harlem.

RUSSELL: Algernon.

Russell.

Hello there. Hi.

Good to see you.

-(OPAL CHUCKLES)
- ALGERNON: What?

You have a gray hair.

Where?

It's right there.

(LAUGHING)

I haven't told you,
but I have a terrible disease.

What disease?

-It's called aging. Mmm.
- Oh. (LAUGHS)

Very slow, but eventually
all my hair will turn gray,

I'll lose all my teeth,

I'll have to walk with a cane
and inevitably die.

There's no cure.

- Maybe I shouldn't be near you.
- Mmm. It's too late.

It's highly contagious.
And, sorry to say, you've caught it.

Even with my eyes,
I can see the first signs right there.

You say one word about a hair or a wrinkle,

I will break your fingers.

Sorry, my hearing isn't
what it used to be either.

What was that about your wrinkles?

I'm finally being let out of the lab,

if only for one procedure.

Bertie.

To assist Dr. Zinberg in the removal
of a traumatic keloid of the median nerve.

What's that?

It's extra tissue on a nerve in a woman's arm
that causes her not to have any use of it.

- So, it just hangs there?
- Mmm-hmm.

Ew.

- DR. CHICKERING: Clara.
- She probably doesn't have much sensation.

Could you imagine not
being able to feel things with your fingertips?

DR. CHICKERING: It's routine work.

Clearly he's not going out
on much of a limb with you.

I think it means Bertie's
passed Dr. Zinberg's initial test.

He knows what he's got in the boy.

I'm not sure it's that spectacular, Mother.

Ag reed.

Bertram's still a long way
from getting the man's trust.

(WHISPERS) He knows you're special.

Are you all right, Mother?

Of course.

Who wants more peas?

BERTIE: I'll definitely have some. Thank you.

Cigars and scotch.

This is a first for us.

I suppose I should
have done this with you sooner.

You're a man now.

And you'll need to be, as I have good reason
for having you here for a talk.

You do?

You noticed your mother struggling at dinner.

Yes, I did.

It's been going on for a while
and it's gotten worse.

Has she seen anyone?

We've been to Presbyterian Hospital,
Women's Hospital, and Roosevelt.

Two experts at Columbia as well.

And? What's the diagnosis?

An esophageal mass.

When was this taken?

Last week.

It has to be removed.

How?

It's taken over her esophagus.

There's no way to remove it
without tearing out her throat.

Well, it can't stay in there.

There's no procedure.

We've been to all the best men in the city.

If it comes out, it kills her.

If it stays in, it kills her.

Does she know?

I haven't told her yet.

But your mother was
an exceptional nurse in her day.

She knows something's very wrong.

ZINBERG: How old is She?

Forty-nine.

Terrible.

I am sorry.

My grandmother
unfortunately died of the same

when I was in primary school.

And in all the years and with all the advances,

we still haven't licked it.

The best we can do for your mother
is make her feel as comfortable as possible.

Various opiates to ease her pain.

I know a very good private nurse
who could stay with her at your home.

Thank you, that's very kind.

But I'm not prepared to surrender her just yet.

I came in early this morning
and read what I could find

on procedures that have showed promise.

Promise is not proof.

It's all still more hope
than anything else, I'm afraid.

Well, I would at least
like to look into it further.

Of course.

As long as it doesn't
take you away from your duties here.

She's your mother.

But I caution you, Dr. Chickering.

Don't let that cloud your judgment.

(SIGHS)

Cornelia, there's something
Phillip wants to tell you.

There is?

I have to do some traveling for my father.

Well, where are you going?

Allen County, Ohio, near a place called Lima.

We have an oil refinery and the kerosene
we're producing isn't selling like it used to.

AUGUST: Edison's killing us
with his electric bonanza.

Nobody's lighting with kerosene anymore.

Yes, we need to find a use for all that oil
or shut it down.

Well, how long will you be gone?

A few weeks. A month, maybe.

EUNICE: Well, you can rest easy, Phillip,

knowing that we'll take delicate care
of your sweet Cornelia while you're away.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I'll be back shortly.

Just have to run a few errands
and then we'll have lunch.

That's fine.

Come on.

Spare some change, Miss?

- I can't.
- We haven't eaten today.

- Just a penny.
- No, leave me alone.

(SHRIEKS)

(SHIVERING)

Temperature is 103.

That's up two degrees since this morning.

Vomiting?

Four times already.

Headaches are constant.

She's in the throes of it now.

My big concern is the jaundice.

Do you think it's cirrhosis?

That's incredibly rare.

Afraid so.

We thought all we had to deal with
was a hurricane,

but now we've added a twister in the mix.

Dr. Gallinger?

There's an urgent call for you downstairs.

I tried to get away, but then I tripped and I fell-.

And they came towards me,
so I started screaming.

- GALLINGER: Are you hurt?
- I don't think so.

Where were you?

I had an appointment.
I didn't know she had gone out.

ELEANOR: I'm sorry, Everett.

I just wanted some fresh air.

GALLINGER: It's all right.

What happened to the thieves?

One slipped into a sewage drain
and got away,

but we got the other one right here.

Let me see him.

Name's Paulo.

Dago. Born over there.

Come here a little while back.

We've picked him up a time or two before.

Mostly kid stuff.

GALLINGER: Stand up.

Filthy little bastard.

(GRUNTS)

Not so brave, are you now?

Let's go.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Where's Mr. Whitting?
- He ain't coming.

What do you mean he's not coming?

I had a bit of trouble with the finances.

I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry.

Where's your attorney, Miss Dolan?

He's sick, Your Honor. He's got the flu.

I don't think he'll be
defending me, Your Honor.

And I can't rightly defend myself.

I know you think little of me, but...

lf you'll just shut your trap, Miss Dolan,

I'm dismissing the case.

Dismissing the case?

I've reviewed everything and
found there to be no more reason to proceed.

PROSECUTOR: Your Honor,
the state strenuously objects.

We have evidence,
corroborating witnesses, a good warrant.

Used for the purpose of entrapping a citizen.

Miss Dolan is to be released
and her record expunged.

(SCOFFS) I think we deserve
more of an explanation than that.

I don't.

You are free to go, Miss Dolan.

- Case dismissed.
-(BANGS GAVEL)

(MRS. ALFORD GROANING SOFTLY)

Oh, that son-of-a-bitch spirochete
is still wiggling away.

- What's her temperature?
- Holding at 106.

Needs to go higher.

She's cooking to death as it is.

Given her other complications,
we can't wait any longer.

I know, I know. Just let me think.

What is there to think about?

Show her some mercy.
You're frying her brain.

Give her the quinine.

(GROANING)

Edwards, wait.

- Get the door.
- Jesus Christ.

This will get her fever higher.

What drugs are you taking?

- Nothing.
- Bullshit.

No sane person would do... This will kill her.

What's the alternative? Huh?

More seizures. More spasms.

Headaches that feel
like knives twisting in her skull.

I know about living
on the edge between life and death.

It's a matter of will and she has plenty of it.

I won't stand here and watch her die.

We swore to first do no harm

and we violated that
the moment we began this.

It's over.

Not until I say.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Quinine, now.

So, this is your famous truck.

This is her. Hop on in.

We'll go for a proper celebration.

No more cornmeal mush.

What you need is a nice big T-bone

with some suds to wash it down. I'm buying.

- You don't have to do that.
- Ah...

I want to.

What's better than being free? Huh?

And after that, we'll go
for a nice warm piece of pie on the way home.

- Home?
- Yeah.

You're staying with me.

I got my place all fixed up.

Put an extra bed in the parlor for you.

Had a lady down the hall
make a curtain to go around it.

You want me to live with you? You're joking.

No jokes, Harry.

You need a place to live and I'm offering.

Besides, I owe you
for keeping me out of it with the cops.

I need a place, but not with a man.

Ah, come on, it's on the up and up.

Besides, the church
ain't watching you no more.

They may not be,
but I won't bring any more shame to my faith.

And I won't be sharing any home with a man.

It's not a fucking lovebirds' nest.

We'd be roommates is all,
sleeping in different rooms.

It doesn't matter.

Well, where will you go, then?

There's a home for fallen women

run by the Little Sisters of Mercy
on Bank Street.

Could still go for that slice of pie.

All right.

I'll get the apple,
you get the peach and we'll share.

Deal.

(CLEARY LAUGHS)

(TICKING)

Well, it's getting late.

I'm going to go to bed.

Are you staying up?

CORNELIA: For a bit. Good night.

Good night, dear.

You get one meal a day.

You'll have a week to find a job
and start paying towards your keep.

You'll also be responsible
for 20 hours of work around here every week.

I'm a decent cook and I was a nurse.

You're on toilets.

We didn't want you here.

I'm getting that.

It's only by the grace
of our charitable Christian hearts

that you were allowed to come here.

- And I'm grateful.
- I don't care what you are.

Here's your bed.

It'll have to do you for now.

Are there any sheets and pillows?

Dreadful. What kind were they?

Italian.

Dark-haired, dark-skinned?

Yes. And small.

Southern, most likely, then.

An entirely different breed
than what comes out of Florence or Milan.

Criminals, all of them.

They see vulnerability
in someone good and decent like Eleanor

and they can't help themselves.

Why aren't people outraged?

Eugenics is a new science.

It's up to us to sound the alarm
and spread the word.

However, it is not enough
to get the people to see the problem.

It's getting them
to have the will to do something about it.

Closing the ports to all immigrants
would be an excellent place to start.

It would be, but that requires political power

and the courage to act

and not be taken in
by the pitying hand-wringers.

We know we need
a more permanent approach,

a medical solution

to stop the growth of what has already
passed through our doors.

(SCOFFS) How? They breed like animals.

And how do you stop
an animal from breeding?

You neuter it.

Sterilization.

On a mass scale.

Excuse me.

I was told that the Speight family lived here.

Inspector Jacob Speight.

Oh? He's dead.

I know, but the family?

Up and left all of a sudden right after.

Maybe off to her family somewhere.

They got out so fast, I didn't have time to ask.

Thank you.

(BLOWS)

ABIGAIL: John?

John.