Something the Lord Made Page #2

They got my money in there.

-Sir, that's my money for college.

-Your money's gone.

Gone?

-But what are they talking about?

-They talking about, it's gone, Ma.

We'll all just have to start over.

-Can't fight it now, it's done.

-lt just feels so wrong.

Took me seven years to save that money.

You're not the only one

who had money in that bank.

lt's done, it's over with!

We still got each other, Viv.

Yeah, we got each other.

That's all poor people ever have

is each other.

There's no cut down the cannula,

the femoral vein.

l showed you how to do it.

l figured out a way

to give it barbital intravenously.

-Where you putting it?

-ln the forepaw.

The manometer.

lt's all set up, Doctor.

Good.

-You can begin the incision.

-l'm not ready for that.

l say you're ready, you're ready.

l'll mark out the line. And you cut along it.

Just like you did for your old daddy.

Like this?

Just like that. Keep your hand taut.

Why are we making the incision here?

-To gain access to the pulmonary artery.

-And how will we find it, Vivien?

lt's the artery leading to the lungs

from the right side of the heart.

Not bad.

Now the rib spreader.

And why are we gonna damage

poor Brutus' greater vessels?

To induce traumatic shock, to study it.

Watch this manometer.

And imagine that Brutus

is a 16-year-old boy...

just fell out of a tree saving his mom's cat.

He's broken four ribs, he's concussed.

Dad's rushed him to ER.

But he's gone into shock.

His blood pressure's way down.

His vital signs almost nonexistent.

Can we save him?

Not if l use present methods of treatment.

See, conventional wisdom says

l should constrict the vessels.

l beg to differ. Let's break their rules.

Use my rules.

Body needs blood.

Let's give it some.

How's that gauge?

Still falling.

Maybe the experts are right.

Maybe l'm wrong.

Maybe l'll kill this boy

and break his mother's heart.

lt's rising.

That's life coming back.

-How's that make you feel?

-Good.

Very good, Doctor.

Let's look at the record of our work.

-Where's the smoke drum?

-l'm sorry?

The smoke drums.

-You didn't set the smoke drums?

-What is a smoke drum?

That's a smoke drum.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

l record all the information

l need for my research on a smoke drum.

l did not know that.

ls nobody listening to me?

God damn it!

l have to do everything myself.

A whole day's work goes down the toilet,

and l have to start all over again.

Do you have sawdust

or just plain sh*t for brains?

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Fine, get out of here.

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Fine, get out of here.

Vivien. Jesus.

-Hold on a minute, will you?

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