01x08 - Untapped Potential

[bunniefuu]

It's an aortic aneurysm, isn't it?

Yes.

And when it bursts,

this is all over?

I don't wanna leave this world

without knowing love fully.

DODGER: You are loved.

Fully.

Some consider me innately cruel,

but I simply see this as a

necessary part of justice.

For without the rope, society crumbles.

The rope is the brute girdle that

binds us up and keeps us safe.

Yet the rope offers not just

punishment, but salvation.

Would you like to be saved, Mr. Fagin?

Very much, yes. What do you want?

Jack Dawkins.

I know in my blood you

both stole the gold.

Now, if I hang you, I snuff a

vagrant no one much cares for.

But if I hold a public

trial of an upstart doctor,

I set an example that

keeps the brigandry at bay.

Bring him to me

red-handed with the gold,

I'll convict him and hang

him in the marketplace.

Do this for the Crown,

I'll release you now.

And I'll procure you a full

pardon. You will be a free man.

Bramwell.

FAGIN: Stop!

Where do you want him?

Bring him here, six of the clock.

Good boy.

We can fix it.

Astley Cooper performed

the surgery 40 years ago.

I read the case report.

- He k*lled the patient.

- I know.

I know, but medicine's changed.

We changed it.

Belle, there is a reason why the

best surgeon in the century failed.

You would die on the table.

I believe you can.

Please do not ask this of me.

So, what, you'll just hold my

hand and see me into the next life?

That's not good enough, Jack.

Not if you really love me.

- [DOOR OPENS]

- Here, darling, I've brought you some

- [GASPS]

- [BELLE EXHALES]

You're not to see my daughter

again. You pack your things,

hand over your current

patients to Dr. Sneed,

and leave town by the end of the week.

Belle is dying.

So, you tell her she's dying to

trick her into becoming your whore.

What?

Dr. Sneed examined her last

night and found nothing wrong.

Nervous strain.

Eleven London doctors examined her

supposed illness and found nothing.

They are fools.

But fools who can read.

She wants me to operate.

But that will k*ll her.

- I don't know what to do.

- You stay silent.

And you can thank God and my principles

that the Governor will

hear nothing of this.

Otherwise, he'd certainly

call for your head.

Get out.

Why don't you tell me about that time

you won the Amateur Agricultural

for best smoked trout?

That'll cheer you up.

Rosie.

I've lost a shipment of gold so

large, it doesn't bear thinking of.

My wife and daughters

think I'm a simpleton.

And they're probably right.

Nah. You ain't that to me, Eddie.

You're the dearest man I know.

I have to return to Whitehall

to resign in disgrace.

Don't you dare leave me for that

freezing misery of a country.

You're my one bright spot.

Anyway, they'll probably find the gold.

It's a small colony. Someone

will splash shigs around.

Just don't talk of

leaving, Eddie, please.

LADY JANE: We'll need

to watch your waist.

If it thickens,

I'll find an excuse for you to visit

your uncle in India for nine months.

As long as nobody knows,

we might be able to

salvage your reputation

You don't understand.

You're not dying.

But you are being ruined

and taken for a fool.

Mother.

My aorta is swelling. Mmm?

Unless I have this surgery, it will

rupture and I will bleed to death.

Stop it! Just stop it!

I won't let you hurt

yourself with that man.

Then you'll get me k*lled.

That's the rough end

of the feather, that is.

No doubt about it.

It's impossible.

I can't see how to save her.

You see, I have an

inkling of how that feels.

Well, look at this pie.

It's tasty, salty, bit of gristle,

but otherwise, full of gravy.

I'll enjoy it, it'll fill me

heart, but then, it'll be gone.

And I will take comfort

knowing that just around the

corner will be another pie.

You're seriously comparing the

woman I love to one of Rotty's pies?

Look.

There are times in this life

when we have to face the

loss of something so precious,

it makes the heart clench

just to think of it.

Love's frail, Dodge, it don't

last. Especially not in our world.

That's what gives it its pain.

And it's also what gives it its shine

because in the flickering

of a glim, it's gone.

I'm sorry, Dodge. Truly.

OLIVER: Seriously, what type of

security do you call this, Gaines?

This is just bloody incompetence!

Just steady on, Twist.

Now, how bad is it, really?

- It's catastrophic, sir.

- Oh, Christ.

Let's not tell my

- Ah, darling.

- I need to speak with you, now.

Yes. Likewise.

Do you remember when I lost that

prized hunting dog back in Hampshire?

This is very similar.

LADY JANE: Hasten to the point.

- GAINES: The gold is gone.

- Gone?

Gone where?

Who knows where these

things go, darling.

There was a break-in during

the festivities last night.

So, the gold to mint for

the colony's new currency

has gone from under our roof?

This constant barrage of

mediocrity is exhausting!

Mr. Twist, as the Bank's man,

I'll assume you'll return to

London and take responsibility?

Well, I mean, that is to say

Very good, Mr. Twist, we accept.

Now, darling, may I have a word?

Just a dashed and salted minute.

I can't let Twist face the music.

I'm the bally Governor, I

need to return to England

Absolutely not! Mr. Twist

offered and he'll go.

I'm not actually sure I

I'll I'll pack.

Redress this, Gaines.

Find the gold and I'll make you a Major.

Might I say, it's good to have a

firm hand on the tiller, milady.

Our daughter has lost her senses.

Dawkins has convinced her that

she has some appalling illness.

Now, now, calm down, Jane.

I told her it's ridiculous.

- Well

- Well, what?

Well, I've often found that

the mad officer's turned

out to be right under fire.

And you did say he was rather good.

You're incredibly unhelpful.

- [WATCH TICKING]

- This is a waste of my very limited time.

Your mother asked for a full

examination. So, here we are.

Good news.

- You have a very treatable ulcer.

- Nonsense.

I have an expansive mass and a bruit.

My aorta is whooshing. Listen.

Please.

[HEART THROBBING]

Inconclusive.

You're an intelligent man.

Why are you being a coward?

I am a qualified doctor

with years of experience

and a degree from Oxford.

It's an ulcer.

To be a man, to not have

to beg a lesser mind,

to, "Please, sir, can you save my life?"

Try and get some rest.

And I'll consider this outburst an

emotional response to a trying day.

So, are you feeling better?

'Cause I wouldn't want

anything to happen.

Because I couldn't live with that.

[SOBS] I just couldn't.

She needs bed rest

for the ulcer to heal.

And this aneurysm, is

there anything in it?

Dawkins seems to think

it might be rather bad.

Yes, it would be, if it was.

But in my clinical opinion, your

daughter has a curable ulcer,

and Dawkins has a great

flair for the dramatic.

My concern is that Belle may

take matters into her own hands.

[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]

HETTY: Mrs. Patchet's

cough is worsening,

so Tim's made her a concoction.

TIM: Just do her a bit of

bushmeat, good for the chest.

Mr. Teignbridge needs

his wound dressing.

And Mr. Uttlesford's grown horns.

Big green ones, came on overnight.

- Hmm. Very good.

- Jack!

No hard feelings, Dawkins.

Belle just felt there was

a man of better quality.

And I'll need your patient list

for the handover. When you can.

Stop!

Describe her condition to me.

Sounds like a perforated ulcer.

"Perforated ulcer."

You stupid bloody toff!

- She has an aortic aneurysm!

- SNEED: Not possible.

If you could read the

medical literature,

you'd find no cases in

a patient of her age.

Sod the literature. Observe the patient!

From which I hear, you've been doing

quite a bit of observing lately.

ALISTAIR: Dr. Dawkins, unhand Dr. Sneed!

There'll be no more duels.

I know you admire Lady Belle,

but we medical men need

to keep our dignity.

As a young student, I worked with

a great man of guise in London.

He pioneered one of the best

I do not have time for your stories!

So, you really haven't

got the gold, Fagin?

With the greatest respect, Rotty,

do you think I would be

hanging around here if I had?

[RED CHUCKLES]

You don't see it, do ya?

Jack swindled you.

[SCOFFS] Dodger?

He's got access because

he's scrumping Moneybags,

and he needs cash to join her world.

Well, if he did, he did.

It's a rat-eat-rat world.

And I've always taught him

to look after number one.

Of course, you might just be

shifting suspicion away from yourself.

You have got something of a reputation

for grabbing the shigs before a

decent thief can get a look in.

Do you think I'd be asking for

it if I'd stolen it, you turnip?

I don't know, you're very crafty!

Just pack it in, you

two! Just pack it in!

It's someone who knows the

comings and goings of the port.

When the gold's arriving,

when it's leaving.

BOTH: Darius!

Morning, Bill.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Fagin.

Well, butter my parsnips.

How royally good to see you.

I'm almost proud of you, my dear.

You connived this right

from the start, didn't you?

Isn't it scrumptious?

You know, I always thought you was

a whiny, mealy, flowerpot of a kid

with nothing in your head but

snot, but I have underestimated you.

I think back on my time with you

and the Dodge with such fondness,

that I do really see this as a tribute.

You awakened something dark

and glorious in me, Fagin.

My passion, my genius for crime.

A good master will do

that for his apprentice.

You see, the only dung

beetle in the butter

is that Captain Gaines is itching to

scrag someone for all this purloinary,

and I just as soon it not be me.

So, I might be pushed and I

never want to, I assure you,

but I might just be pushed

to drop a little word

about all your perfidious escapades.

We're not playing by

Clerkenwell rules anymore.

Before I left London, I found these

lovely memories. [CLEARS THROAT]

The Crown v. Jack Dawkins.

Fifteen years for theft.

Prisoner escape report for Jack Dawkins.

Death warrant for Jack Dawkins.

So, if you'd like to

whisper about me to Gaines,

then, well, I'd have to

pass these memories on.

As you say, "Always

look out for number one."

It's a goodly motto.

One I hold to.

Though, I suspect

it'll see you in Beelzebub's

clutches come the end of things.

God rot you, Oliver Twist.

I hope the Devil chews your bones.

Oh, no, Fagin. God wouldn't

do that to an Eton man.

[DARIUS SCREAMS]

Fagin! You

You scream again, I will cut out

your tongue and feed it to the cat.

Now, I want to know everything about

your rank dealings with Mr. Twist.

Nah!

Aputi, old mate, I was a

good employer, wasn't I?

- Not really.

- [DARIUS SCREAMS]

[MUFFLED SCREAMS ECHOING]

Where's Jack? He

wouldn't let this happen!

No, Jack's not around.

But Aputi here has the

makings of a fine surgeon.

- He just needs some practice.

- One hand or two?

- It's your choice, my friend.

- Thank you.

I think two.

No! Stop!

He's switching ships.

- Where's he going?

- Tahiti.

Not London. The gold

would never make it.

FAGIN: Obviously. I'd

worked that one out.

And I presume you're being paid

not to inspect Lady Fanny's luggage.

Yeah. Just wave it on through.

Thank you.

Oi! Fagin, you have to let me go.

I gave you everything you need!

I'm not sure it works like that.

I'm gonna leave you in the capable hands

of my colleague,

Aputi, to stitch you up.

[GRUNTS]

ALISTAIR: I was a young man

about town with all the trappings.

But not the wherewithal to

clad myself as I'd have liked.

And Astley Cooper let me know that.

He was very particular about shirts.

- Astley Cooper?

- Yes.

"Oh, McGregor," he'd say, "Wearing

a cheap shirt again today"?

Sorry, sir. The man you worked with

You worked with Sir Astley Cooper?

You weren't interested in

my story before, Dawkins.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Did you happen to see the

- Operation on the aortic ane?

- Yes.

- Could you tell me about it?

Sit down, Dr. Dawkins.

- Port?

- DODGER: No. Thank you.

Do you have any clinical notes?

Oh, God. Somewhere.

No matter, I remember it clearly.

It was rainy that day

and I'd forgotten my coat

and Cooper said I look

like a drowned rat.

He was a brilliant bastard.

The surgery, sir. How did he do it?

The challenge is to tie the ligation

tight enough to fix the aneurysm,

but loose enough to sustain

blood flow through the body.

What's he been drinking?

The old Parsons.

Old That'll knock out a bloody whale.

[OBJECTS RUSTLING]

[GASPS] Mother of God!

Sir.

What was the ligation?

How did he tie it?

What was that you gave me,

Dawkins? It's quite moreish.

Please, sir, try to remember.

What was Cooper's solution?

He didn't have one. Patient d*ed.

Bloody awful mess.

"Principle challenges to "

What?

Here, he goes on about a lovely

Sauternes he drank in 1817.

After that?

Something about a duck pâté.

Oh. "The spinal cord and the aorta.

It's extremely dangerous if you "

Some muck all over it.

I think it's the pâté.

And the rest is all in Latin.

For God's sake!

You love her, don't you?

Then I can see why you

wouldn't want to do it.

I will k*ll her.

What if she dies and you don't try?

How is any of this fair?

Fair?

You've never really

loved anyone, have you?

You peel the skin off your

heart and it always hurts.

No matter what you do.

Thank you, Hetty.

- [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

- [SIGHS]

- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- FANNY: Belle?

Belle, are you all right?

- [BANGING]

- BELLE: Splendid!

Would it cheer you to hear of

my love for Mr. Oliver Twist?

BELLE: Go away!

Belle, just let me in.

BELLE: If it were that simple,

I'd be letting myself out.

No, I mean, emotionally.

BELLE: You think I'm a madwoman, too?

FANNY: No. You're the most

brilliant person I know.

Although quite rude.

And if you think you have

this, then I believe you.

And I'm scared because I do love you so.

Even if you find me a bit annoying.

Fanny?

I need your help.

- [PANTING]

- Milady. Milady?

Thank you.

I feel quite fine now.

Take your hands off me. I'm affianced.

CROOKY: It was

magnificent, Brother Fagin.

I witnessed her ascend unto

the heavens with the relic.

Thank you. You've restored my faith.

- [COUGHS]

- Well, it's what I do, it's what I do.

That's a terrible cough you got

there. That's very likely her curse.

Curse?

These visions, they don't come for free.

There are terms.

If you don't make a pilgrimage

within good time of sighting her,

the saint is very likely to

strike you down with her curse.

What did they teach you in seminary?

- [COUGHS]

- I mean, it's not the worst curse.

It's not demons out of your

bunghole, it's more like this.

You know, your racking

cough, your itching boils,

and perhaps worst of all,

most indecorous for a

man of the cloth, worms.

They'll crawl out your gut

and out through your nose.

I suppose that is quite a bad one.

What must I do?

Guide me, Brother, in

the way of Her Holiness.

Well, I presume you've spoken

of her to your congregation?

- Yeah.

- Yes, I thought so.

I noticed some of your flock gathering

for a pilgrimage this afternoon.

You know, you are the bishop of

their hearts, if not in actuality.

So I think you ought to be leading 'em.

Yes. A pilgrimage.

Bless you, Brother Fagin,

you righteous man of God.

FAGIN: Yes, He has taken

quite a shine to me.

Have you got any more of these?

Yes. [CHUCKLES]

Jack.

If you think it can be done and it

is what you want, then I will try.

For you.

You can read Prof's notes.

Yes. Yes.

Disagree with that.

That's just plainly

wrong. I don't need these.

Found it from First Principles.

What's important is to

get the hand positions.

- Cut into the linea alba.

- All right. I've got that far.

Good. Now,

make a small aperture

into the peritoneum,

insert your finger into the abdomen.

Pass your finger between

the intestines to the spine.

And now, push the needle

with the ligature behind it.

So, just shove a needle

through your entire body

without piercing anything.

Take care not to nick the aorta

- I can't.

- or break the spinal cord.

I can't do this blindly.

I will paralyse you or I will k*ll you.

No, it's doable. Watch.

There. Ligation's tied.

No damage to the aorta

or the spinal cord.

Assuming that I can do this, how

do I tie it tight enough to fix it,

but not so tightly, it cuts

your circulation off completely?

We'll fill the aorta with water and try.

Come on, we are so close.

Move. Clamped. Jack!

Jack!

- Belle. Please, Belle, stop.

- No!

- Stop. It doesn't work.

- No.

It doesn't work.

- I'm so sorry.

- [GASPS]

FANNY: With those, thank you.

And those over there, please.

Poppy, no, put that down, please.

Can you put that there?

Thank you very much.

And where are the umbrellas?

No, don't touch that.

Just there. Thank you.

Where is the chest with my jewellery?

Oh, my God. What happened?

It's all right. It's someone else's.

Did you do a m*rder? Is

that why I broke you out?

This will seem like cruelty, my darling,

but I promise you, it's care.

Don't bother locking it.

I'm not going anywhere.

[GASPING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

I think we should have damasks

for the tables. Don't you?

- Hmm?

- Damasks for the tables, of course.

Wouldn't that be lovely?

Now would be a good

and holy time, Father.

Forward, pilgrims!

Bless you in the name of St. Coccyx.

She felt the popes to make you whole.

And for God's sake,

did we sinners look up.

Oli Popkins, the dear rustics

are blessing our engagement!

Bless you.

Bless you, in the name of St. Coccyx

Moving on now.

and made them whole and blessed

OLIVER: Driver!

CROOKY: Bless you.

Bless you.

Belle, I've had an idea.

[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]

- Drive. Fast.

- [g*n CLICKS]

Hetty! Prepare the surgery!

Catgut, ether! Carbolic acid, now!

[BELLE WHIMPERING]

- I love you.

- [BELLE WHIMPERS]

[BELLE GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[BOTTLE SPRAYING]

[GRUNTS AND BREATHES HEAVILY]

LADY JANE: Stop!

Don't you dare! [GASPS]

If I stop now, she dies.

Rainsford, step in!

- You must let him finish, madam.

- No, you do it, Rainsford!

- You do it!

- Let Dawkins work.

- It's the only way to save her.

- GOVERNOR: Let him, Jane.

If she dies, you die.

Do you understand?

Retractors, now. Move.

Hetty, catgut. Quickly!

OLIVER: No!

No! No!

Where is it?

No! No!

In the safe?

I need you to look after it

while I run a little errand.

Right, Redfordshire. If this is

to be done, let's have it done.

Charlie?

Fetch the Governor. I got

something that belongs to him.

She's losing too much blood.

Forceps.

Hook.

[HEART b*ating]

Scissors.

Tighter. Tighter.

- [BREATHING HEAVILY] We got it.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

Stitching.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Belle?

Belle?

Belle Come on, wake up.

Wake up, Belle!

Please!

- Unhand me! Belle!

- You finished the stitching.

Allow me, milady, it's all in hand.

Hetty, is she breathing?

- Lady Belle.

- Is she breathing?

Is she breathing?

Lady Belle?

- Belle?

- Will she live?

I don't know yet.

But you just sent the best surgeon

I've ever seen to his death.

Lady Belle?

Please.

Lady Belle.

Please, at least let

me see that she lives.

I don't think you have

enough time on Earth for that.

Mr. Fagin!

You said you'd deliver him at 6:00,

but as you see, I've had

to do half the work myself.

You bastard!

I said red-handed. Where's my evidence?

DODGER: I trusted you!

Papers from London proving

he's an escaped convict.

There's a death warrant in there.

Signed. No need for a trial.

I didn't think you had it in you.

Fagin, look at me.

- His papers for my pardon.

- DODGER: Look at me!

Sorry, Dodge.

It was you or me.

Like I always said,

it's about number one.

And you was always my number one.

Her name is Keira.

You tried to hang us both.

Enjoy your hell.

"Some consider me as innately cruel

but I simply see this as a

necessary part of justice."

[GAINES GROANS]

Please, help me, Dawkins.

You can save me.

I don't want to die.

I told you I'd never

give you up. Come on.

- [WHISTLE BLOWS]

- There he is!

They're coming. Run, run!

You have yourself a life.

- Go!

- REDCOAT: Got 'em!

Come and get me, you red bastards!

Oh, Lord, our God, our

strength and our salvation.

Bless her, Lord, and protect her

from all the perils of the night.

Let her wounds with

your ever-loving care.

End her suffering.

Restore her light.

BELLE: Jack.

[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, that went smoothly.

I told you to leg it. It's the

one noble thing I've ever done.

Yeah, that was quite

impressive, actually.

What got into you?

I had to see if she was alive.

Ah. Fancy skirt.

- Are you all right?

- Oh, couldn't be happier.

We pulled it off.

For 23 minutes, Norbert Fagin

was the richest man in England.

Maybe in the world. Not

many can say that, Dodge.

No, but we are also now in prison.

Don't blame me this time, I

was trying to keep you out.

The m*rder aspect of your plan

worked against you, didn't it?

That's hurtful.

I did that for you.

Yeah, I know you did.

- Thank you, Fagin.

- Piss off.

I suppose we just rot here

until they send us the

next Gaines to hang us.

I shouldn't have thought so.

After I give the guard

this little pardon,

I'm a free man

of some means.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Assuming they don't scrag you,

I'm pleased to say,

I'm appointing you my

new convict servant.

No.

I see untapped potential.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]