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Those are well -made instruments you're looking at now, Doctor.

Yes, they are, Charles.

I didn't know you were going shopping. I'd have brought my own car.

What happened?

What are you doing in here anyway, and who's going to pay for this damage?

I'll be... I'll be very glad to.

You two, you're all... You

two,

you interns.

See, this man gets to admit in clinic.

Now the trick.

So we're on general medicine. We're late now. I'm sorry.

You're late.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen.

I don't need a hospital.

I don't. Will you please leave me alone? I want to sit down a minute. That's all

I... I want to sit down. Will you bring that journey over here, please?

I don't. Sit right here. I don't.

I don't.

Please won't you leave?

Please. I... What?

What? What?

I don't understand what?

Sir?

Huh? Lie down and think.

Why? Just lie down.

Another patient from a meeting service.

Surprised you got him up here.

Medical indigent.

Medical what?

Temporarily, monetarily embarrassed.

You know, impoverished, impecunious.

Without discernible financial resources.

Like an intern at the end of the month.

See, both wards are filled.

We can put him in 622 with Mr.

Delvecchio. Just a minute. I'll check that.

Hey, Jim.

Well, my pathologist friend again. Hi.

What about Delvecchio?

What about him? Have you gotten permission for the autopsy yet?

Art, I told you. There are no next of kin. He's not a coroner's case. There's

nobody to give permission.

Yeah, except him.

I won't have anything to do with asking a patient in his condition to authorize

his own post -mortem. I've checked the literature in this case right down to

bone. In the whole history of Blair, there have been two cases of regional

enteritis with a syndrome like Dovecchio's.

Okay, so he's unique.

Unique? I may never see another case like this as long as I live. Well, it

kill you if you don't.

I want that autopsy, doctor.

Art, my basic consideration is my patient, not your research.

Okay, he's in pretty fair shape, isn't he? Oh, look.

His nervous system is walking a tightrope. I won't chance upsetting that

for any reason.

Understand? Dr. Kildare!

Doctor, I've lost my patient!

What? I've lost him!

He's gone!

You check these rooms while I check the cross -corridor.

No, Mrs. Talmage, it is not that serious.

But you're in a hospital.

Mrs. Talmage, I fainted. Did you fainted? That's all there is to it.

I'm a little weak and I haven't got the taxi fare to get home.

Excuse me.

What do you think you're doing? Phoning.

These bureaucrats around here won't let me out until... unless someone calls for

me, Mrs. Talmadge.

I'd be glad to come, Max.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Well, here we are.

What's that, my child?

Mr. Keller.

You know what's wrong with you?

Sure, I'm pig -headed, arrogant and stubborn and I can't get along with

I mean physically.

General exhaustion, overworked, undernourished.

No rest, cold, sensorium, depressed.

A man my age can't live the way I do and not expect to get knocked on his tail

once in a while.

It's all right.

It's all right, doctor.

Nothing you can do about it.

Slight nystagmus.

Residual symptoms, Your Honor.

Mild dystonia on the right side.

Residual.

Encephalitis.

You seem to have all the answers.

Well, I... I have the important answer.

Time of release as soon as my landlady gets here, Doctor.

Mr. Keller, healthy people don't faint.

Pregnant women faint. Healthy pregnant women. You hardly fit into that

Harley, you're perfect.

No, I don't. I definitely am not a healthy pregnant woman.

Doctors, especially young ones, shouldn't generalize.

Put Mr. Keller in 622.

I'll be up as soon as you have him settled. I don't want to be in 622. Now,

on, Mr. Keller, now.

Come on.

After you.

Now, come on.

Can I have the admission form on that new patient, Keller, Max Keller?

So you see, Mr. Delvecchio, it's imperative that we learn more about the

disease.

I'm hoping that a comprehensive study of your case might give us some new

insight into its origin.

Yeah, sure, go ahead, study me.

I'm afraid it's not quite that simple. No, it is not quite that simple.

Go ahead, study me.

It's like this.

Now, we have every reason in the world to believe that you'll come through the

operation tomorrow with flying colors. Dr. Kildare told me. I'm sure he did.

However, if by any chance you don't,

I'd like permission to...

What?

What? What's that thing?

It's an authorization for an autopsy.

You want to cut me to little pieces?

No, mister. Hey, what are you trying to do to me, doctor?

Please. Get out of here. You told me I was going to be all right. You want to

cut me up. It's all been a mistake. Forget it.

Try to relax.

Relax.

Relax. Relax.

Relax.

Relax. Relax.

Miss McLean, check vital signs on Delvecchio. Yes, Doctor.

That was a stupid stunt.

Watch your blood pressure, Kildare.

All right, in the lab, pathology, medical theory, you're a top man, but

don't know the first thing about people.

People aren't my business. Well, you better start making them your business

you're going to poke your nose into my service.

Bedlow, the next time you so much as look cross -eyed at one of my patients,

I'll... You what? I'll cut you down in spades.

Exactly what brought about this kindergarten display of temper?

Well, well, I asked one of Dr. Kildare's patients, Mr. Delvecchio, for

permission to perform an autopsy. You asked a patient to authorize his own

autopsy? That's right. What happened? He refused.

He also became extremely upset.

Miss McLean is in there with him now.

Sir, in view of the patient's condition, I... I know Mr. Delvecchio's condition.

As I understand it, you believe that such an autopsy would possibly benefit

medical science. Yes. You're aware that Dr. Kildare has every right to be

concerned about his patient's reaction to such a request?

Yes, sir.

And you're aware that any interested doctor can ask for an autopsy?

Yes, but I'd consider asking the patient himself to be in extremely bad taste,

sir. Bad taste?

Doctor, we'd still be using leeches and cauterizing with boiling oil if such men

as Vesalius and Hunter hadn't done business with grave robbers.

It was once considered bad taste for a physician to attend a woman during

childbirth. Tell him no.

Fortunately, our actions are no longer judged solely on a basis of good taste.

What I find appalling, gentlemen, is...

But you, a clinician, and you, a medical scientist, couldn't resolve your own

differences before the patient became involved.

He is the one who suffers because you could not meet on a common ground and

determine the best possible course of action.

I suggest that he would have reacted far differently if someone he liked and

trusted had asked him to sign that authorization.

Now, Bedlow, get back to your laboratory.

Let's check on this patient's condition.

How do you feel?

Terrible. Good. That means you'll go into surgery fighting mad. You know, I

don't think we'll use anesthesia.

What?

The years pass, the rains fall, and behold, even the faces of mountains

change.

Hello, Leonard.

Doctor, Mrs. Stokes in room 660. She's going sour.

Is anyone setting up oxygen?

I bet he is.

Let's get rolling.

I heard a few years ago you'd gone into private practice.

Yeah, that's right, I did. For a little bit over a year.

Was that a miserable time? Imagine me with bedside manners, holding hands with

patients and taking temperature.

I can't. Neither could I, for that matter. Neither could the few of my

patients. I went back into research, private, private research. I have my own

lab now.

How do you manage in the circumstances, your concentration, the encephalitis?

The other day I read something about a one -armed mountain climber over in

Switzerland somewhere. How does he climb mountains? You do it.

Limit yourself.

Move slowly.

Backtrack. Start over from the beginning.

Above all, he mustn't dwell on what you might have done if...

Leonard, for of all sad words, our tongue up in the

saddest of these, it might have been.

You're wonderful, Leonard. I have to keep up a good front for the patients.

You know, Max, I still have a copy of that paper you read at the symposium at

Chicago. It's in my office right now.

Symposium? In Chicago?

On epidemic influenza viruses.

I... Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yes. On epi... Yes.

Hey, Leonard, you better hold on to that paper. It's only 30 years out of date.

I keep it as an example of lucidity of thought and clarity of expression.

For a textbook, I'll never get around to writing.

What are you working at now?

Oh, I've got some very interesting experiments going right now.

Of course, I don't make the journals anymore, and I'm not connected with a

recognized laboratory.

You know, Max, would you like our chief of bacteriology to have a talk with you,

Dr. Woodhope?

I know he'd very much like to evaluate your work, perhaps make you an associate

to our laboratories.

It's very thoughtful of you, Leonard.

Thank you, Barry.

I've got to think that... Let me think that over, huh?

Well, I'm five minutes late for a meeting. I'll drop in later.

Leonard.

Don't.

Don't bother.

I'll drop in later, Max.

So my roommate is a doctor, huh? Mr. Delvecchio, that question is open for

debate.

Is a pianist with crippled hands still a pianist?

Yes? Dr. Kildare is on his way in with the lab reports on Max Keller.

Why didn't he leave them with you?

He wants to see you, doctor.

All right. All right.

Total serum protein is only 5 .5.

Hemoglobin 11.

Differential shows a marked anisocytosis.

Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? Yes, sir.

Why? Sir, this patient needs rest.

Diet therapy, a good medical regimen. Care he won't get outside the hospital.

He's all alone. His personal history shows no relatives, no friends.

What do you expect me to do about it?

Well, sir, you two obviously know each other. I thought perhaps you could

persuade him to remain in the hospital for further treatment.

You think I could persuade Max Keller to do something he had no intention of

doing?

Does the name Dr.

Maxwell Keller mean anything to you, doctor?

No, sir, except the patient's name.

But you've heard about Dr. Jonas Salk.

Sabin, Kaprosky?

How about Morris Brody, John Coleman?

They experimented with the first polio vaccine in 1935. The first?

Max Keller was experimenting on a brain stem polio vaccine in 1932.

He contracted encephalitis as a direct result of inoculating himself with that

vaccine. What do you know about encephalitis, doctor?

Well, I've only seen one or two cases, sir.

Uh...

An inflammation of the brain caused by a variety of viruses or a sensitivity

phenomenon. The principal sequelae are those of the Parkinsonian syndrome.

How does it affect the mind?

Oh, numerous minute lesions, sir. The mind, not the brain?

Well, it doesn't necessarily impair intelligence.

There is a marked proclivity toward lethargy, both mental and physical.

Beyond that, well, it depends on the type of infection, the extent of

involvement, and the patient's prior physical, emotional, and mental state.

Any impairment of the power of concentration, mental coordination?

Yes, sir, sometimes.

How would it affect a research scientist so afflicted?

Well, he couldn't function. He'd have to quit.

Max Keller didn't quit.

During the late 30s, there wasn't a laboratory in this country that didn't

to close its doors in that man's face, and that didn't stop him.

I find it hard to believe, but he's still doing research.

You're being overly optimistic if you think I could advise a man like that how

to run his personal affairs.

Yes, sir. I see.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Mrs. Tomlinson.

Dr. Kildare.

This is Mrs. Thomas. She's been waiting to see you. What can I do for you? I

know you're busy, Doctor.

But all I want to know is about Max Keller.

Is it all right for him to go home or isn't it?

Well, he should stay, Mrs. Thomas.

Ah, that's all I wanted to know.

Thank you, Doctor.

First room on your left, 622.

Thank you.

I wish everybody took my advice that easily.

Oh, that's a laugh.

I never knew an intern yet who didn't like to show off his vocabulary in a

argument.

Well, hooray, it's about time. You're not coming home, Max. What?

The doctor says you must stay.

Oh, blast him for meddling anyway. He's not meddling. You're sick and he's a

doctor. Look, Mrs. Talmadge. No, Max.

Mrs. Talmadge. No, Max. Mrs.

Talmadge, repulsive as the thought is to me, I cannot get home without

assistance. Aha, exactly. Mrs. Talmadge, my experiments, please.

One day of neglect and the whole experiment can go south.

Max. What?

Why do you make such a fuss?

Why don't you take Dr.

Gillespie's offer and let his people take care of your experiments?

Look, please, Angela, will you keep out... Did he offer to do that?

Dr. Gillespie did, yes.

Well, that's what you've always wanted, Max.

Someone in a big laboratory to look over your work. Now, you've always said that

if... Mrs. Palmage, I... I intend to leave my notes to the Carey Foundation

I die.

Oh, but that was only because you didn't have anyone to look after me. My

sister, I know what I'm... I beg your pardon. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my sister.

But believe me, I know what I'm doing.

It just wouldn't do to have the wrong people pry into my experiments right

It just wouldn't do.

A man cannot bear his soul.

I must have time to think.

Let's try it again.

After using a clean pipette each time... Pipette?

Yes, dear. Look, I'll show you. This is the glass tube, the point at the end,

the bulb, calibration.

That's a pipette. See? Oh, yes, Max.

Pipette. Pipette. After using a clean pipette each time, you transfer two cc's

of cubic centimeter from the medium of medium into the flask. Two tenths cc of

medium. Two tenths cc of medium into the petri dishes from the flask. Two tenths

cc of medium.

Max,

I can't do it.

I'm dizzy.

I don't know your agars from your pea trees. Well, then save us both from

madness and take me home, will you? What's the trouble?

Well, I could take care of this, if you like.

It'll be your own stubbornness, not mine, if the experiments go bad.

I'm not a lab specialist, but this is simple enough. I could handle it.

Those experiments important, huh?

Don't drag your feet, Max.

My laboratory really doesn't have all the fine equipment that Blair Hospital

has. Oh, I can manage.

Seems I have little choice, do I, Doctor?

Good enough.

I might be able to get off right now.

Oh, would you like a ride home? Yes.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll be here to visit tomorrow.

I'll get my sweater.

A gavel.

Do you have anything more to do?

Yeah, I have my right hand. In that case, you're covering for me. I won't be

more than an hour. Mr. Talmadge?

Uh -oh.

Max appreciates what you're doing for him, Doctor.

He acts like a bear, I know. But I'm sure Max appreciates what you're doing.

sure he does, Mrs. Tomich.

You're very kind.

But I didn't think doctors could get out of the hospital this easy.

I let him park somewhere. Now, let me see. Oh, here it is.

Dr. Kildare, just what are you doing for Max?

Well, sir, we're going over to his lab. He has this very important experiment.

Oh, so you're going to his laboratory.

You have an amazing knack for becoming involved with your patients, doctor.

I suggest you give it some thought while you buy Mrs.

Talmadge a cup of coffee.

If you can wait, that is. I'll join you in five minutes.

We'll take my car.

I seem to remember riding in yours.

You know, Max Keller and I were professional acquaintances rather than

friends. Did you ever meet his wife?

No. Oh, wonderful woman. She lived and breathed for Max.

He's been going downhill ever since she passed away.

Neglecting himself. A piece of bread for breakfast.

Imagine, up till all hours of the night, working himself to death.

Deliberately, it's my opinion.

Oh? When she was alive, they had each other and they had his work. She used to

help him.

After she died...

Now he only has his work, and that's not enough.

It never is when there's no one to share it with. Ah, exactly.

She used to help him, and she talked to him.

Well, I try to be friendly, but we speak a different language, him and me.

The best I can do is get a hot meal into him now and then.

Will you turn right here?

Into the alley.

Watch out for the puddle.

He leaves those drapes drawn to keep out the coal dust.

Out of what? Where's the lab?

That's it.

Mrs. Talmadge, what source of income does Max have?

Well, I let him live here and $30 a month for taking care of the furnace.

Nothing else?

Well, he used to work at a movie house, but he quit after his wife died.

And then he moved down here in the furnace room.

Just turn out the light and pull the door shut when you leave.

You know, Doctor, this scene is either infinitely ludicrous or infinitely

heroic.

I, for one, do not find it ludicrous.

How easily we accept the present and push the past away.

When I first entered medicine, there were major hospitals that couldn't boast

the equipment that Max Keller has crammed into this old cellar.

Sir, do you think he could accomplish anything of...

importance under these circumstances?

I doubt that he feels he could.

Anything useful?

Hard to say. I'm not a microbiologist.

Couldn't something be done for Dr.

Keller? What do you suggest?

Well, I don't know. It seems to me that he's made his contribution to his

profession, his sacrifice, and I can't help feeling he's gotten a pretty raw

deal.

Downtown Civic Theater, there's a stagehand who once danced before the

heads of Europe.

Yes, but he's still involved in his profession. He's not dying of

A medical degree is no warranty against misfortune or injustice.

Courage, dedication, self -sacrifice.

They've never guaranteed any man a place in the sun.

But I know what you're feeling.

I feel it too.

A sense of personal indebtedness that every good clinician feels towards the

Kellers of medicine.

They devote their lives to the unknown, to the development of new tools that you

and I eventually will put to use.

The sad part about research is that one success is usually the end result of

innumerable failures.

This world gives very little in return for failure.

Art, does the name Max Keller mean anything to you? Dr. Maxwell Keller?

He's a patient upstairs.

622, same room as Delvecchio.

Would you like to meet him?

Nope.

You're not even interested?

What are you up to, Kildare?

Well, I understand he was once... That was before he got sick.

Art, for Pete's sake.

He still does research, you know.

He has a dingy little lab in a furnace room.

A furnace room is very funny.

Well, keep laughing. He just might be working on something important. It's

possible.

I don't know enough about these things to judge.

Oh, but I do. Is that it? You two might have something in common.

Look, the man is 15 years behind his times.

Today, it might as well be 100. Not to mention what the encephalitis did to his

brain. Now, those are facts.

I have neither the time nor the temperament to be a humanitarian like

As far as I'm concerned, Dr. Maxwell Keller is a footnote I once read in a

textbook. That's it, nothing more.

As far as medical science is concerned, Dr. Maxwell Keller is past history.

Dr. Maxwell Keller is dead.

Get Torres for me, will you please? I think he's in 812.

Yes, doctor.

Oh, Dr.

Kill there.

Examination room. What's up?

Agursky cut his hand.

Three stitches, doctor.

And make sure he feels them.

Here you are, doctor. Thank you. I never even nicked a patient. I really cut

myself pretty good.

Hey, what's wrong with you anyway? I'm telling you, I almost amputate my hand.

All you think about is this Dr. Keller.

What has he got that I haven't got? I'm broke, too.

Wait a minute. You really worried about him, Jim?

Why don't you call a physician's aid association?

Oh, I don't think they could help.

Why don't you call them and find out? Ask a few questions. They might come up

with some answers you never thought about. Like what?

Like what? You call them. That's how you find out like what. Look, I'll give you

a dime.

Wait a minute. I don't have a dime. Use your own. I'll owe you.

Oh, oh, oh.

Wait a minute. Everything's gone black.

Take me to an empty examination room.

What I really want is information on how you work.

Uh, Dr. Max Keller.

K -E -L -L -E -R.

You can understand why we haven't handled many cases like this one lately.

But I'm positive something can be done.

I'll check into it right away.

Goodbye.

Well?

Well, they do have a setup to handle this kind of thing.

There you go, see?

Oh, what's the matter with you? What are you frowning about now?

I assume he's going to call me back, but he didn't say so. They wouldn't contact

Keller on their own, would they?

Well, did you ask him to give you information?

Yeah. Well, then he'll call you back.

Well, I suppose so.

I'd hate to have him get this thing rolling before I have a chance to

with Gillespie.

Dr. Keller?

Yes?

I'm Mr. Dorsey.

I'm glad to know you.

Why?

Doctor, I represent the Physician's Aid Association.

Now, please, I don't intend to intrude, but

it's been... called to our attention.

Who called it?

I beg your pardon?

Who called it to your attention?

Dr. Gillespie?

No, as a matter of fact, it was a Dr.

Kildare. Oh.

I don't... Physicians Aid Association?

What could Dr.

Kildare have been thinking of? I'm certain you're not interested in men who

are... Still actively engaged in their profession and certainly do not need any

help. In fact, I'm very actively engaged in research and have my own

laboratory, sir.

Obviously, there's been some sort of misunderstanding.

Obviously.

Thank you for your time.

My pleasure.

Mr. Delbecchio. Go away. We don't want to talk. Who's we?

We. Us.

Everyone. Go away. Go away. Go away. Just a moment, Angelo. Angelo. Dr.

Bedler, perhaps if you left, I could talk to him. Dr. Keller, stay out of

Now, it's very important to me. I'm only trying to be of help. Thank you, but

you can't. Oh.

Well, if you want to talk to me, you talk through Dr.

Keller. Now, that's ridiculous.

Ridiculous?

Ridiculous? How is it ridiculous?

What's ridiculous about it?

This man, this man doesn't want to talk to you. No, that's his right. Is that so

ridiculous? Is that so difficult to understand? So amazing, doctor, that he

wants me to talk for him?

You're interfering, Dr. Keller. Now, please, don't get involved.

Just a moment, just a moment. I insist upon it. Do you imply, sir, that I'm

ridiculous? This is a matter between Mr. Delvecchio and me.

Now, please, you're intruding where you have no right to intrude. Right.

Just a moment, young man.

And who assigns these rights that you so glibly talk about, Doctor?

Angelo, you know, he's not so old or so experienced that he doesn't have

something. Couldn't learn a few things, huh? Well, I won't learn it from a has

-been.

You're a child, Doctor Bedlow.

You're a child.

Get away from us with your innocent childlike cruelty.

Mr. Delvecchio. Bedloe!

I'd like to talk to you for a moment, if I may.

Doctor?

Pretend it didn't happen.

And it didn't happen.

It happened.

Maybe.

I don't know.

You know, perhaps I'm like that old man in our neighborhood who folds tinfoil

and collects scraps.

Upstream.

Imagines he's collecting something very precious.

Angelo, could you lend me bus fare home?

You have to go?

Mm -hmm.

There's money in my stand.

Take a taxi, Max.

Thanks, Angelo.

Thanks.

Dr. Bedlow, I don't demand from future pathologists the same bedside manner I

expect from future clinicians.

So this morning I gave you the benefit of the doubt.

I accept full responsibility for that mistake.

It won't happen again. In future, you will get permission from the resident in

charge before you approach any patient. Understood?

Yes, sir.

You don't think too highly of Dr. Keller, do you?

No, sir, I have no reason to I want you to read this I want you to read it again

I want you to keep reading it until you find yourself wanting to read it Does

that make sense?

Yes, sir, if it happens You can go now Sir Now

Say, Angela, are you really so set against signing this thing?

What I am set against is that doctor.

But I can understand. Sign it anyway. He won't get a chance to use it.

You think not, Dr.

Keller? No.

I think not.

For you, Max.

Okay. Good.

I'll leave it at the desk, boy.

No.

Take it with you.

Make him come to you for it.

If he doesn't come, he doesn't get it.

Make him sweat.

Sunday I'll come back and visit you, Angela.

I'll pay back the money.

I'll leave it at you, Nico.

Ciao, Max.

Art, I've got a message for you from Delvecchio.

He signed the autopsy authorization.

All you have to do is pick it up.

From Dr. Keller.

Keller, huh?

All right, I'll go right up. He isn't up there.

Where is he?

Well, thanks to us, you and me, he got a bellyful.

He walked out.

I'm going over to his place now to pay off an apology.

You want to ride over?

Or isn't that authorization quite so important if you have to eat a little

humble pie to get it? All right, all right. Let's go.

Mrs. Talmadge? It's Leonard.

You didn't have to come, Leonard. Yes, I did.

Kildare wasn't moved by pity, Max. He was moved by a sense of indebtedness

I helped nurture.

An indebtedness which I feel deeply.

For you, others like you.

And which I want my interns to feel.

But I forgot something.

I forgot how impatient young men can be to settle accounts.

Kildare isn't aware that when a man makes a gift, you don't try to pay him

it. Besides, you've already been paid, haven't you, Max?

Yes, Leonard.

That's right.

Look in the pages of medical history and you'll find my mark there.

It's a small one, to be sure.

But it's there.

You can't erase it.

I've created knowledge.

Knowledge. That's a precious word, isn't it? Knowledge. I have created

knowledge, and no other man can claim my contribution.

You know,

That was 30 years ago.

What have I done since then, huh?

Afraid to find out. Yes, I'm... Today, for the first time, I was

forced to... to accept it and admit it.

Afraid.

Afraid to find out.

The Max Keller I knew would have to find out.

Oh.

Dr.

Bedlow. I assume you came for the autopsy permit, eh?

That's right.

All right.

Before you get it, you will have to tell me what, if anything,

is in this book.

I didn't come here to play games.

This is no game, Dr. Bedlow, and I strongly advise you not to regard it as

Here.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You found nothing?

Just a moment.

Yes.

Doctor, this means nothing to you?

Well, it's interesting, that's all. It doesn't lead anywhere.

You don't know exactly how it happened.

Oh, it's interesting, but...

You would dismiss it just like that, I mean, without a second thought because

doesn't lead anywhere. You don't know how it happened or where it might lead

It isn't important anyway, no?

I tell you, I tell you, Leonard, this man is less of a scientist than I am

half a mind left.

Let's get this straight.

You wouldn't take a trip without knowing where you're going and how much you get

paid, is that it?

Now you listen to me, young man.

One day, Sir Alexander Fleming picked up a contaminated culture.

He was about to throw it away, and then he stopped.

And then he picked it up, and then he said, this is an interesting

culture. Mind you, he did not say, aha, I have discovered penicillin. No, no,

no, no. He didn't even say this is something useful.

He just said the one thing that he could truthfully and honestly say, this is

a... an interesting contaminated culture. But then he sat down and

he studied and he experimented and he theorized. He

worked and worked and worked and worked.

He saved a couple of million lives.

You would have taken that contaminated culture.

You would have thrown... penicillin into the wastebasket because he didn't know

where it would lead to and how it all came about.

Come on. Take that book. Throw it in there.

Throw it in the fire. Burn it.

After all, Doctor, it's only knowledge.

Just nothing. It's knowledge.

The most precious thing that God ever gave to man.

I know there's no penicillin in there. I know that.

But if there's... Artie, your name is Artie, isn't it? Look, Artie, if there's

anything in here worthwhile, halfway worthwhile, take it. With my

it's a present.

You know, I can make bricks.

I can't build houses.

I'd like to have seen the houses you might have built.

Dr. Bedlow, I think you'd better spend a couple of hours with Dr. Keller.

Come on, Gilder.

Good.

Doctor?

Let's start.

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