The Time Will Arrive

Book and Lyrics by Elijah Cobb

Story Based on the life of John Snow

Special Thanks to Extra Credits, and Steven Johnson

Cast

John Snow... Doctor, Protagonist

William Farr…Doctor, Snow’s rival

Henry Whitehead…Priest of Broad Street

Charles Empson…Charitable Uncle of John

Frances Askham… John’s Mother

William Snow…John’s Father

William Hardcastle…Doctor Snow Apprenticed to.

Note: Because William Snow and Hardcastle are in the beginning and Farr and Whitehead are in the end they can be played in some combination by the same actors.

Ensemble and Small Part

Note: All Ensemble parts can be combined or split to apply to the number of actors. I would suggest a minimum of seven and a max of twenty.

Lecturer…

Henry Green…Posh miasmatist

Herbert Brown…Respectable Miasmatist

Worker

Joseph Leng… Sick Man

Robert Blackley…Cemetery Owner

Edwin Chadwick...Founder of Sanitation

Person 1… Female town member

Person 2… Town Member

Person 3… Male Town Member

P. Smith… Landlord

Paper Boy… Young Newsie

Broad Streeter 1

Broad Streeter 2

Broad Streeter 3

Guardian 1

Guardian 2

Guardian 3

Waitress

Messenger

Mrs. Lewis

Elizabeth

Note: These are merely the spoken roles. There should be other people to act as ensemble in some scenes.

What Do You Know, Snow.

Scene 1: Inside a lecture hall. A speaker sits behind a podium on one side while a group of dapper gentleman stand on the other side. SNOW is hiding in the middle. This song starts with a “Very model of a modern major general” style of lecture. It needs a simple melody and fast tempo.

Lecturer:

Welcome to the Royal Institute of Medicine’s lecture on Miasma and it’s effects on the spread of Cholera.

(Music Begins)

Miasma is a most noxious gas

Breathing the mass is a most cautious task

It is known to expel from rotting flesh, it excels at death

Do not take a single breath

Or it will be a great folly on ya’

For it can lead to release of the disease known as Cholera.

This poison of the air is hiding in plain sight

If that info is not enough to fright.

It’s the largest scourge on our nation's glean of health

It’s curse can rest upon the lowest of peasants to the queen herself.

Let’s move this discussion to what the disease entails

It seems to start in the entrails

The Illness comes quickly, sharply, and painfully

Playfully breaking the guts

It sharpens and cuts

Be wary of the rice-water

A foreboding liquid from digestion

It’s expelled at an alarming pace

Keep buckets around just in case

The symptoms of the disease include

Diarrhea, dulling skin, getting sick, and vomiting up food

The bloods not thin, it runs thick through the veins

This continues until the patient is finished, like a brick, slain

I hope you use this knowledge in your practice

Now from the audience, are there any questions?

(Snow raises his hand and stands up. End the motif)

Ah yes the young prodigy himself.

John Snow what do you ask.

John Snow:

I'm not sure miasma exists...

Lecturer:

What do you know,  John Snow.

(The men surrounding snow take this verse to walk away toward the lecturer leaving Snow alone on the side. The song takes on a jazzy feel with this “chorus” all the “ow” ending words are emphasized.)

All Men:

What do you know, Snow?

Welcome to the show, Snow.

Where’s this gonna go Snow?

You seem rather slow, Snow.

What do you know, Snow

If anything at all.

(Green walks into center stage)

Henry Green:

He was just a coal boy back in the day.

What dismally sorry dispaly.

He should hurry off some way

But from the looks of it he’s here to stay.

 What do ya know?

Snow

(Green returns to the crowd. Herbert goes to the center)

Herbert Brown:

How much money did he pay

So he could join us and play?

I wish he would just go away

But from the looks of it he’s here to stay.

What do you know?

Snow

Lecturer:

Let’s hear him out, hear what he has to say.

(Snow walks into the center. The men surround him.)

Snow:

My theory is

(What do you know)

That disease spreads

(What do you know)

Through

the

Water!

All Men:

Ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa

Green:

 (Takes a glass of water from the podium.)

Lookey here. I’ve got a glass of water. Snow

(Splashes face with water)

(Mockingly) Oh no, What do ya know,

I’ve got a disease

(Brown stands up on the other side of the stage)

Brown:

Oh Snow

What a fool are thee.

I bet

You don’t even have a doctor's fee.

Green:

Oh Snow

What a fool are thee

I hope you like your cup of tea

Green/Brown:

Oh Snow

What a fool are thee

You will

Never persuade me

All Men:

Oh Snow

What a fool are thee.

Oh Snow

What did you learn

What did you retain

Oh Snow

What do you know

John Snow

(Fade to Black)

 Curious

(Young John sits looking up toward the sky, France's Askham walks in. This is less of a song and more of a spoken part. All of the sung parts are distinct.)

 

Frances Askham:

John, John, John where are you!

Oh

What are you looking at?

Snow:

The sky

Askham:

(These lines are sung through. It’s like a lullaby. Askham’s line continue so until William enters)

You're staring at the sky?

Why?

What’s up there that you’ve never seen before.

What do you spy?

In the sky?

Why?

What secrets does it hold.

Snow:

I don't know

I want to know

Askham:

Your curious

Snow:

What’s that mean?

Askham:

It means you want to know more about…

The world you sit on

The sky you stare upon

Why the bluebird sings

And many more things

Snow:

Is there a way to learn about things?

Askham:

I think you should head to sleep

(Young Snow leaves the stage as William Snow walks on)

Our son John is growing up.

William Snow:

I wish I could see him and the rest.

Askham:

He was looking at sky.

William Snow:

What else?

Askham:

He was looking at the sky.

William:

Is he dumb?

Askham:

Quite the opposite he’s curious.

William:

(Sung in a jazzy style. It should be jarring from the overall style of the song)

Curiosity killed the cat.

Just remember that

All that's gonna do is make him cruel

Unless, we can pay for school.

I ain’t no fool. I ain’t your tool.

Curiosity killed the boy next door

He was looking for more

He fell down that hole so deep

Fell into an eternal sleep

He didn’t grab ahold of his life

My son’s not falling down, nor is my wife

Please honey understand my plea

We don’t have money to pay the school fee

Askham:

My Uncle died

William:

Which one.

Askham:

The one from London

William

London? Is there an inheritance?

Askham:

Quite a bit.

William:

We can move out this hell.

Askham:

What about John, it’s for him?

William:

Who cares? He will live in the coal slum

Askham:

That’s just cruel

We could pay for school.

William:

No! That boy has no future. We live in coal mines. Don't waste this on him

Askham:

He's going to school.

It's my inheritance

It’s his future

He’s your legacy

William

He’d better be worth every cent.

(William walks out, lights brighten, John walks in)

Askham:

Johnny. I have a surprise

Snow:

What mama?

Askham:

I'm sending you to school!

(John’s face lights up)

5 years pass

John, you need to get out in the world. You should apprentice for someone.

Snow:

Could I apprentice a doctor?

Askham:

That would be marvelous but,

I’m afraid we don’t have the money

A medical apprenticeship is 100 pounds

Snow:

100 pounds?

Oh that’s too much

Charles Empson:

Frances? Hello.

Askham:

Chareles?

What? how did you get to York?

Empson:

I rode on a carriage. How else?

Askham:

But why?

Empson:

I wanted to see my nieces and nephews. There’s one.

John! How are you?

Snow:

Uncle!

Do you have 100 pounds? I’m want to be an apprentice to a doctor.

Empson:

I’m afraid I don’t have 100 pounds but I could give 50 pounds and we can finance the rest of it as time moves along.

Askham:

Chareles? You really are going to give 50 pounds

Empson:

Why wouldn’t I? A doctor is a fine profession that I would love to see John go into.

Snow:

Thank you uncle!

Askham:

Thank you Charles.

Empson:

John, there’s an excellent physician down in newcastle I would want you to apprentice to. I’ll tell him about you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he accepted. Start making plans to move to newcastle.

Bye now, I must be on my way. I have a shipment coming in to the north. It was wonderful seeing you Frances.

(Charles walks out. Light goes black)

Apprentice

William Hardcastle:

Hello, do you have an appointment?

Snow:

No, I'm your new apprentice.

Hardcastle:

Ah, The Snow boy. Welcome to Newcastle. Are you ready to learn?

Snow:

I guess so

Hardcastle:

You're my apprentice

My apprentice must be ready learn

(Coughs)

Get notes.

(Music start)

The human body is extremely complex

Our job is expel it of any hex

These diseases need to be exit the being

That’s my thinking

I am very knowledgeable in modern medicine

Here’s a mandible specimen from a skelton

Be my apprentice

My apprentice

Helps me save lives

We are magical mystery medical men.

I learn new things every now and then

Sometimes I invent, which makes a dent, when I once underwent surgery.

But he gave me consent, with which I was content,  it wasn’t my intent, I did try to to prevent it.

The judge agreed, I didn’t commit perjury.

He just had a slight scalpel injury

Even after that

I still have a success rate of 60 percent

Except with dysentery, cholera, smallpox, yellow fever, pneumonia, tetanus, typhus, typhoid, tuberculosis and some others, oh yes. Infections, they really aren’t easy.

Have you ever held a bone saw?

Snow:

What’s, what’s this for.

Hardcastle:

Amputations, a doctor’s best friend!

Got a tumor in the foot.

Line it right up and shoot

Top notch

For cutting feet off

Snow:

Cut off?

Hardcastle:

Yes, just dig the saw into the leg and drag it in opposite direction

(Every Shkkk sounds more psychotic)

Like SHKKK SHKKK SHKKK SHKKK

You may even not get infection, if you don't die on the table.

Snow:

Die on the Table!?

Hardcatle:

Well you must know it’s awfully painful.

Snow:

How’s it painful?

Hardcastle:

Well you're awake while a part of your body is being cut off. It’s a normal procedure.

Remember

You're my apprentice

My apprentice

Is here to learn

Snow:

So, how do diseases spread.

Hardcastle:

Miasma

Snow:

Pardon me?

Hardcastle:

A poison in the air.

Snow:

Are you sure?

Hardcastle

You can never be sure. It’s science

The job of the physician is to treat.

Prevention is not our need

You're my apprentice

My apprentice

Must treat patients

Snow:

And how do you treat?

Hardcastle:

Remember snow you want to get the ailment out of the body. We have found that blood carries the disease so we let blood. It’s a fine practice. All that’s necessary is to cut a vein and drip the blood into a bowl. Leaches can also do the task.

Snow:

Leaches?

Hardcastle:

Stop asking questions,

Unless it’s about infections

Doctors don’t ask questions

Have patience

With patients

(pause)

Sorry for the hesitation

I gave you some faulty information

A wrong motivation

Bad education

Please ask questions, to the patients

Just not to me

You're my apprentice

My apprentice

Stops asking questions

So that’s Medicine

Snow:

All of it?

Hardcastle:

The rest you’ll learn from watching me.

So welcome snow

You are my apprentice

My apprentice

(Coughs)

(Music breaks, we're talking a sudden flat)

  Into The Blackness

Hardcastle:

My apprentice

John

When do you turn 18?

Snow:

Why my birthdays in a couple of days.

Hardcastle:

When you turn 18. Take over some of my cases.

Snow:

What?

Am I ready.

Hardcastle:

Ready

You’ve always been ready.

Sometimes more than me

There’s this new disease in the mines

Cholera

Please

Go

(Scene changes, worker rolls out as Hardcastle rolls off)

Snow:

I’m looking for uh, Joseph Leng

Worker:

He’s working in the mine.

Snow:

But he has Cholera

Worker:

He has to feed his family somehow.

(Leng rolls out)

Ensemble:

There’s ghosts

In the darkness

There’s ghosts

In the mine

Snow:

He--Hello

I'm John Snow

I’ll be your doctor today

Is there anything you need

Joseph Leng:

Can you get this out of me.

Snow:

Um, I’ll try.

Leng:

Try?

 I need results.

Do you think my family

(Faints in pain)

Ensemble:

There's Ghosts

In the silence

There’s Ghosts

In the sound

Snow:

He-here

I’m going to let some blood

Hold still

Please

Ensemble:

There's ghosts

In us

There's ghosts

All around

Snow:

Herbs

Yes take these

Drink some water

Ensemble:

There’s ghosts

Somewhere

(Man wakes up)

Leng:

Thank you doctor

I feel a bit better

Snow:

Drink more water.

(John goes and sits on a step, Joseph pushes himself up and limps of stage)

Ensemble:

There’s ghosts

In the mine

There’s ghosts

In the sound

There's ghosts

In our minds

There’s ghost

In this town

There’s Ghosts

In the disease

Cholera Interlude

Snow:

So that’s it

Cholera

Cholera

Cholera

Cholera

Why

Cholera

Why

God

Cholera

What

Is going

Cholera

How will I

Cholera

Why then

Cholera

I have to stop

Cholera

I will stop

Cholera

Why

Cholera

Cholera

Cholera

Cholera

Worker:

Doctor he’s fainted again

Snow:

No, no, no

His lips are blue

His eyes are sunk

He’s dehydrated

Soul’s softly faded

There’s nothing to do

But wait

He’s gonna die

My first patient to die

My first patient will die

Oh god why

He doesn't need to die

Please don't die

Don't die

Die

He died.

Time of death

4:45 pm March 16th, 1831

Cause of death

Cholera

Ensemble:

 There’s Ghosts

(Cut to black, what? Wrong media? I don’t care…)

Lip Blue, Eyes Sunk

(Snow sits in a chair pondering. A knock is heard.)

Empson:

Hello, Nephew are you there?

Snow:

Uncle? What are you doing here?

Uncle:

Well I heard you're now 18 so I wanted so I thought i’d come along and help you celebrate. How do you feel?

Snow:

I have a question

Try to Forget

(Tavern)

Robert Blackley:

I’ve seen you around, you're a doctor?

Snow:

Yes. I mainly treat cholera.

Blackley:

That’s tough work, so many deaths

Snow:

Yes, that about sums that up.

What do you do

Blackley:

I work at the cemetery

Snow:

Well you know death more than anyone.

How do you cope?

Blackley:

Well

(Music Starts)

Death is dreary, weary, teary and dark.

Just thinking off it is a journey no one wishes to partake

A death at your hand is a dangerous mark

And not a mistake you want to make

So how do I cope?

How do I keep my cheers up?

I turn every death into a number

Put them together and what do you discover?

You regret

But you forget

it’s all the same to me

You move on

So long

Doc don't you see

Death is with you for good

But don’t let it take all that it could

You must think in proportion

You must think in abstract

I know it’s a hard proposition

But you’ll find it will soon attract

How many patients have you treated

Snow:

81

Blackley:

How many of those have died?

Snow:

36

Blackley:

Well that’s 4/9th’s that’s less than half

A single life means a lot

But many together in pot

Turn out to have got

The property of being forgot

Snow:

I should use mathematics to cope?

Blackley:

Statistics

A doctor’s best friend

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise ever again

 You regret

but forget

Death is hard, death is weary

But maybe take a step back

Death is hard, death is dreary

And look at the cold hard facts.

Death is hard, death is tearry

You won't have to have a lack

Or at least that’s just my theory

  Snow Rap

Snow:

5 years passed

I moved on

Death moves on

I didn't forget Cholera

I will never forget Cholera

So

Here I am,

What do I do

Where do I go

I gotta do some learn’n

Yearning

Doing

Shaking

Deeper into this world

it’s time fix

don’t ya know it’s 1836

I'm gonna get a scholarship to the Hunterian School of Medicine.

I probably shouldn’t brag but I’m digress’n

And honestly half that is from Mr.Empson

Or Charles as you would better know him

My mother's brother who

Seems to finance everything I do

I gotta head down to London

The center of economy

Philanthropy

Charity

I’m gonna pay a small fee

To change the world.

Change the world

I’m gonna change the world

So here I go to London

I can't stop till I graduate.

So wait right here while I illustrate

A picture

Of where I’m going

Down that mighty Thames I’m rowing

Time to dive into my education

Time to delve in

The Year: 1837

My studies are everything

I don't rest, no deceiving

I’m non stop, my gears are turning

I’m exceeding

Promptly paddling, plowing,

Propelling myself through the ranks

At this rate,

 I’ll graduate in 1838

I’m now a licensed general practitioner

Hold on, don't get weary

I’m gonna get a license for apothecary

Finally my M.B.B.S

Oh yes

I’m a bachelor

But i’m not quite done with my studious spectacular

What’s that over the horizon I foresee

Oh that’s right, a P.H.D.

I'm full M.D

But not required to be

You see a B is all a doctor needs

But I get an A for effort and and an plus for productivity

Prosperity and efficiency , effectively

I’ve been working every single second that I could manage

Using every ounce of advantage

I’ve set out a challenge and I went savage,

Salvaging my financial security

Simply

All my papers were early

While my nights were late

Let me remind you: It’s still 1838.

In summarization that’s a

G.P

A.L

M.B.B.S

And an P.H.D

All for me

In a time span less than 1% percent of a century.

It’s taken a lot of courage to get here

So I’d also like to thank the Royal College of Surgeons and be clear

My dreams won’t keep being dreams

I’m now a card carrying member of the number one medical society

I didn’t get in for free

It took work for me to see my future lighten up

But’s that’s enough of me

So sequesters my special study spree.

At least,

For the time being!

   A Lousy Town

All People:

The air in London is dull

The water in London brown

The density is overly full

And there is sewage on the ground

Person 1:

Honestly, why do I live here

That stench drives me to tears.

I just have to live with the air in this lousy town.

Person 2:

The fog follows you everywhere

Person 3:

The smell will drive you ill

Brown:

From the miasma

Person 1

That’s why keep perfume under my nose

Edwin Chadwick:

This town has gone to new lows

Person 2:

Take a boat down the Thames

Person 3:

Above the sewage out I suggest.

Person 2:

Take a whiff and have a think

Person 2/ 3:

Before rowing in the great stink

Person 1:

You don’t come here for the looks.

All People:

You just have to live with the pollution in this lousy town.

(Sung one word at a time. Each person sings one word.)

There’s too many people all around

There’s too many people in this town

It gets quite anaerobic

I'm getting claustrophobic

All People:

I can’t breath

In this lousy town

Edwin Chadwick:

 To put it bluntly

Here’s my thesis

You might not take it easily

But, the streets are filled with feces

Maybe we should fix it

It’s not sanitary fluid

For my name is Edwin Chadwick

Let’s rid the street of sewage

And friends!

Can you see the whole big black pit,

It’s our city

Our streets

Being covered in

Pover… Property

 

Attend the meetings

Attend the tales

Please take part in our

Unitary

Parliamentary

Constitutional Monarchy

Come on everybody!

All People:

Let’s make this lousy town into a lovely town

Let’s make this lousy town into a lovely town

Scavengers

Scavenger 1:

Do you think it’s that so easy bud

Do you think we just can forget about the duds

Clean our mud with suds

Or drudge up our blood

What about us?

What about us?

Scavenger 2:

What about the i

Bone-Pickers

Mud-Swimmers

Scrap-Men

Picking up the foil

As they toil

What about the

Night-Soil Men

Getting shit out of the pools

They clean this city and fend for themselves

What about us

What will ya give...

Scavenger 1

Shillings for

The ones below

Brandy for the

Ones in the shit hole

Bodies for the

Grave digger

Gets sicker

Scavengers

Inhabitants

Of it

Scavenger 2:

What’s it?

Scanvanger 1:

It’s the shit

London

The pinnacle of the species

But A lousy town to drown in feces

That’s why I spit

(Spits on Edwin)

Scavenger 2:

Alms, Alms,

Sound the alarms

I’m gonna do some harm

But not with firearms, but with my natural charm

I see your boots been tarnished

But be honest

The streets did more to your varnish

But you can go and get that polished

You know nothing of the carnage.

Both:

So What about us

What about us?

The scavengers

Scavenger 1:

Oh, he won't listen.

He’s deaf to reality

Attentive to royalty

Even though we're royally screwed

He better fix the shit

Or it will hit his pretty little face

Both:

Bastard

Edwin:

I’ll say the same to you. O

The difference is this time it's true.

Miasma

Brown:

Hello, I’m afraid I haven’t made acquaintance with you. I’ve seen you working in the hospital and I thought I should introduce myself.

Snow:

I’ve seen you around as well. My name’s John Snow.

Brown:

Snow? I’ve great things about you. Where are you headed?

Snow:

To the lecture hall down the street.

Brown:

I am as well.

Why are you going that way?

It’s right down this way.

Snow:

Oh I wanted to look at the city.

Brown:

Are you new to the town?

Snow:

You could say that. I’ve lived here for two years but, I spent those years in my housing writing papers. I haven't much of a chance to look around.

Brown:

Well I’ll follow you then.

(Music Start)

Brown:

So, what are currently studying?

Snow:

Epidemics and Anesthesiology

Brown:

Why so?

Snow:

You know

Something different

Brown:

What is there to study of epidemics?

Snow:

How they spread

Brown:

We know of spread

What we need is to decrease the dead

It’s miasma

Pollution

What's the solution?

Snow:

Miasma seems to be broken

It seems to be a sorry excuse

It’s a doctor's explanatory token

No one’s on the sleuth

For a challenger to the theory

Something to give it fight

Set the notes for a history

One that’s a lot more bright

Something

You know

Something

Brown:

Snow

Something

Is already here

It’s the theory of miasma

As it’s been for many a year.

Snow:

Take a look at this street.

There’s sewage running through the cobbles

One well behind, one well ahead by a couple of feet

But honestly this theory is on wobbles

But what if it’s the water?

From that well

What it’s the water

Coming from the Thames

Brown:

I’d say you're delusional

But that’s not awfully unusual

Is your theory provable?

Or are you just delusional

Snow:

Maybe if there is more disease on one side over the other.

One that has sewage toward the well

Versus the one that goes away

But ah what the hell.

It’s just concept

Not an epiphany

I might come back

I’ll try this doctor thing a bit differently

Brown;

Snow, what do you know?

A Phd and yet you learned nothing

Do you know anything John Snow?

Or at least something

(Brown and Snow walk of stage. The melody of WDYKS plays. Snow enters while insults are being thrown from off stage.)

I’ll Prove It

Snow:

Those dirty little scumbags

Give me a bloody chance you wankers

Get ready for my come back

See if there’s any takers

Your theory of air pollution

Is completely absurd

If you don’t like my contribution

Get ready to feel your head on the dirt.

I’ll prove it

I gotta clean up this medical institution

I’ll prove it

Get ready for a medical revolution

I’m gonna get a case study.

Just in case I need to study

The dispersion of the disease

Time to take an excursion

I’ll do what I please

I gotta make a study

But first get some funding

For a different project

To create new prospects

For me

Don’t you see

This world's gone crazy

Time for someone to splash it in the face

Turn a new page

Take the stage

I got a war to wage

Time to initiate a new age

A modern age

A modern day

Where we can live when we want

And have a say

I’m in London

The center of physiology

Anatomy

Surgery

And soon with my contribution

Epidemiology

Anesthesiology

Don't be disillusioned

There’s a solution

So i’m doing all I’m doing

To change the world

Someone’s ‘bout to pay a small fee

For me to change the world

Guess what

I’m gonna change the world

 

It’s outrageous

How this

Contagion

Is anchoring this nation

To the ground

All around

They scream lies

And it drives

Me crazy

Turns my thoughts hazy

But I’m not lazy

It’s just fine

Although Cholera’s always on my mind

All the time

I gotta step in line

Try something status quo

Don't ya know

The names John Snow

So now

I'm gonna put you to sleep

Scientifically

Put you down deep

Time to revolutionize Anesthesiology

How they did this in the past

To put you under fast

Well, they didn't

It's only been two months since either ether or chloroform has been successfully tested

Before they would give you some brandy, opium, or wine

Thought that was fine

A line gets cut through in the place

Of the amputation

Use your imagination

If you were awake

Screaming bloody murder to their face

Yet they kept pace

This is where I start my case

It’s a disgrace

I know, horrible

Deplorable

Really

Sketchy

Messy

That ain’t my aim

Killed many from pain

So now I come along

Testing out different dosages

Into the middle of the throng

All for a peaceful narcosis

Doc’s mess up by making some people awake to quickly

It’s sickly when you awake up with half of your arm cut off

Other physicians commit tragedy

Become a mortician

They don't understand the properties at hand.

How gases expand when heated.

Temperature effect duration

That’s what I tested to make a table to put an end to this travesty.

My discoveries bring me fame

Now I’m in the game

People recognizing’ my name

Things around here won’t be the same.

I treat all kinds

All minds

Set into an unconscious

By my design

I put to sleep her majesty, queen Victoria

Now seems the time to end cholera

Did I prove to the world that i’m ready for this

Did I prove to the world that i’m a genius

Or do I have to prove it

Cause

I’ll prove it

Not Again

Paper Boy:

Cholera!

Cholera!

Cholera!

Person 1:

Not again

Person 2:

This again

Person 3:

What are we going to do

Person 1:

How are we going to fend

All People:

Not Again

Cholera

This Again

Person 2:

Everyone is dying

Dying in the streets

All People:

What are we are going to do

How are we going to fend

This again

Not again

Snow:

Why is nobody trying to fix this?

Why do I have to fix this?

How am I going to fix this?

Not This

Anything but this

Paper Boy:

Cholera!

Cholera!

Cholera!

Green:

Is it in the air

Brown:

Is it random chance

Green:

Is it me

Brown:

Is it you

Green/Brown:

Not this again

Snow:

If it’s by the water

Spread by the water

Something's gotta be in the water

I have to look harder --

Is it in the records?

I have to look in the records

I have to get some records

Farr

William Farr:

Hello, sir. Welcome to the general registrar. My name’s William Farr. What do you need to find?

Snow:

Uh, yes hello. I need some information of the water districts. If you have any records about death by disease that would be good as well.

Farr:

Why would you need that?

Snow:

A study of mine. My names John Snow. I’m a doctor.

 

Farr:

I have a series of weekly returns that present the births and deaths. As for water districts you’ll going to have to talk to the companies themselves.

Snow:

Yes I’ve seen the returns and they have helped but they are missing a few key variables.

Farr:

I have a very hard time believing that any connection exists. Do you think it’s like (whispers) germs...

Snow:

I prefer to call it a self replicating poison

Farr:

You can change the name but it’s still the same.

Snow:

And I assume your theory of Miasma is correct

Farr:

Why of course. What else could it be?

Snow:

Poison

Farr:

Miasma

Snow:

Poison

Farr:

Miasma

Snow:

POISON

Farr:

MIASMA

Snow:

POISON

Farr:

MIASMA

Snow:

P…

Farr:

MIASMA

Snow:

but

Farr:

MIASMA

Snow:

SO

Farr:

MIASMA!!!!

Snow:

well

Farr:

I think we are done with that

Snow:

Agreed

Farr:

I think we should partake in a gentlemanly debate

Snow:

Agreed

Because you suggested this conversation you can begin

Farr:

Well then

Here I am

Working at the general registrar

Well then

Time to prove you wrong

Here are my findings, by William Farr

Miasma

Exists

It can be found in rotting plants

Graves, sewers and where smell persists

Miasma

It’s been proven

Through statistical analysis.

Snow:

What were you proving with the study?

Farr:

That sickness

Exists

In higher concentrations

At lower elevations

Snow:

Wait that’s what you're proving. That miasma is produced more at lower elevations and thus elevation is a way to prove miasma.

Farr:

Why yes!

Snow:

I find that finding to be utterly preposterous

Farr:

Do you have anything better to suggest?

A better hypothesis?

Snow:

Sure why not!

It is to my understanding that cholera is not a gas but a self replicating poison

That moves from one person to another

It’s an odd new notion

But can be tested all together

Let me list out my procedures

The plan is

To find a correlation

The plan is

Get some inspiration

Then go around interviewing

To discover what the hell i’m doing

Get some hard data

To finally end cholera

Farr:

Quite the story

Snow:

But ‘nough ‘bout me

Because I have a problem with that theory

Elevation, I mean really?

Seems kind of silly?

Farr:

It’s true

I found beyond all reasonable doubt

Snow:

Maybe for you

But I can do without

Is there

Any other variables unaccounted for?

Is there

Any factors that might change the score?

What about the poor

Maybe it’s the Thames shore.

Farr:

I didn't twist the numbers sir

They're all correct I’m sure

Snow:

I’m not saying what you found is wrong but just the reasoning

Maybe the cause of the correlation isn't what you're envisioning.

Farr:

I’ll say the same to you

Whatever it is that you're going to do.

Snow:

Farr, d

Just keep publishing the weekly returns, soon the tables will turn

(Snow Walks Out)

The Split

Snow:

What do I see,

Water companies?

Two water companies

Southwark and Vauxhall

Lambeth

One is downstream

One is up stream

S&V is down

Lambeth is up.

The sewage out is above where the S&V water company gets its water!

 

Lambeth is above.

It's a perfect A and B

Lambeth and S&V

I have to write this down!

There is a split amongst the population of London Town

As sickly as the river it runs down

It is not defined by class, race, or ethnicity

But by a quirk of urban geography

You may not know of it’s whereabouts

You may not know how

It affects your life

So sit tight

It’s your water company

Your water company

That’s making your life a hell

Your water company

Water company

That’s making your life a hell

If you get pumped from Lambeth

Well, everything is swell

You have escaped death

Your life is not a hell

Hell

Hell

Hell

Hell

However if your supplier

Is Southwark and Vauxhall

Life will get dyer

You will lose it all

Because one is pumping Cholera

Right to your home.

Pumping death right to ya

Then you will forever be alone

You may deny it

But it’s supported by science

I am defying

The norm

I know

It’s correct so

It’s what I’ll show

I know

It’s correct so

I’m John Snow

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

I know it’s correct so

Your water company

Water company

Is why your life's a hell

I know it’s correct so

Your water company

Water company

That’s making your life a hell.

Now all I have to do is ask people if anyone has died in there house and who there water company is. Simple

The Study

Snow:

Hello, My name is John Snow

I have a study about Cholera

Did you have any inflicted with the disease?

Person 2:

No

Snow:

What is your water company?

 

Person 2:

How am too I know.

Ask the landlord for that crap.

Snow:

Yes, very well, uh who is your landlord?

Person 2:

He lives down near Westminster, P. Smith

Snow:

Ok. Thank you,

(Knock)

Hello, My Name is John Snow

I was wondering what water you contracted for 8 Mulberry lane?

P. Smith

I don't own own that house?

Snow:

Yes you do

The tenants sent me to you

Smith:

Well I don’t know of the top of my head.

I could get the records

Wait? Why do you care.

Snow;

I’m doing a study of cholera and need to know what water people use.

Smith:

Here it is, ah, Lambeth.

Snow:

Thank you very much sir.

One down.

So many more to go.

Hello my name is John Snow.

I'm working on a study.

Have you had any cases of Cholera in this household?

Person 1:

Yes one

Snow:

Oh, who

Person 1:

My son

Snow:

I'm terribly sorry for your loss

Person 1:

Thank you

Snow:

I'm a doctor trying to stop future outbreaks.

All I ask is what water company supplies you?

Person 1:

Oh I remember this!

Southwark and Vauxhall.

I hope I can help.

Snow:

Good day madam

Two done.

There must be a faster way.

A way to speed things up.

What if I can get the water to tell me.

Ha ha ha

(Scene of Snow putting water under a microscope)

The sodium…

S&V has more sodium.

I can look at samples under the microscope

Bloody good.

All I have to do is ask people for glass of water.

Simple

Hello, My name is John Snow

Has there been any cholera in this house?

Hello, My name is John Snow

Can I get some water from your house?

Hello

Hello

My name is John Snow

Hello

Good’ day

Can I ask you a question about Cholera

(Dance)

Now time to analyze the data. Simple

To Broad Street Interlude

(Snow is sitting and working)


Paper Boy:

Cholera

Cholera

Cholera

All People:

Not this again

Cholera

Why this again?

Paper Boy:

Cholera strikes broad street.

Snow:

Cholera

Why did it have to strike now, why did it have to stoke again?

This again.

No

I must finish what I started. This work will save more then my being there.

(Outside a woman collapses on the ground)

Broad Streeter 1:

Help! I feel sick.

(Snow looks at his books before quickly helping up)

Snow:

Where do you live?

Broad Streeter 1:

Broad Street

Snow:

Let's go

Broad Street

Broad Streeters:

Death looms over broad street

Your doom is on broad street

Broad Streeter 2:

Cholera has stretched its demon hand here.

We live in fear

In golden square

Broad Streeter 1:

The dead pile on the Hearst

They say this the worst

Day since

The Middle Ages

The Black Plague has

Returned

Broad Streeters:

Our simple life's

Our single lives

Are in fear

Here

Broad Street

Broad Street

Golden Square

Broad Street

Broad Street

Soho

Oh no

Broad Streeter 3:

My brother is at home

Sleeping  there alone

His life has come to it’s end

I was his only friend

Broad Streeter 2:

My mother is dying

Trying, crying

Her life has come to an end

It’s time for her to ascended

Broad Streeters:

Here we are on broad street

Fear for those on Broad street

Our life is at it’s end

It’s too much to comprehend

Cholera

This is it

Cholera

Now I Quit

Cholera

Cholera

Cholera

Why

God

Cholera

Why

In the name of all things holy

Would a god see us

As a folly

On ya

Cholera

Cholera

Henry Whitehead:

Good day my parish

Well it’s not been good

So many have perished

I'm here to do what I should

Pray for our street

Pray for your your family

Pray for poor

Pray for the wealthy

Pray for my sermon to heal

Pray that this isn’t real

Pray for the dead

My name’s Henry Whitehead

Pray for my soul

We’ve all seen the toll

I'm here to do good

I’m here doing what I should

God has a plan

I know that’s hard to understand

You all did not sin

You're sacrificing for your kin

Cholera is a demon

But that’s not the reason

It’s here

Broad Streeter 1:

Then why then did my baby die?

Broad Streeter 2:

Then why did my father cry?

Broad Streeter 3:

Then why am I alive?

Broad Streeters:

Then why?

Why?

Whitehead:

God has a plan

I know it’s hard to understand

Broad Streeters:

Then Why?

Whitehead:

We should repent

That’s time well spent

Broad Streeters:

Then why?

Whitehead:

I’m sorry to say

But my wisdom is small

I do not know why today

I don't know at all

Broad Streeters:

(Sung in round)

Then why!

Why did my brother die?

Then Why!

Why did my husband cry

Then why!

Am I alive

Then why

Why

Then why

Whitehead:

I do not know

I do not know

Broad Streeters:

Then why?

In the Tavern

Snow:

Sorry I didn’t help but notice you are drinking water.

Whitehead:

Well, I’m abstaining from drinking, I’m a priest.

Snow:

Oh, well I was asking because water could have poison.

Whitehead:

(Spittake)

This water’s poisoned!

Snow:

Well not so much poisoned as it can make you sick. From cholera.

Whitehead:

Water? But Miasma isn’t in water

Snow:

Ah well

Waitress:

Do you want anything? Wine, porter, rum?

Snow:

Do you have anything else?

Waitress:

Water

Snow:

(Aside)

Um

So

Sorry to stop the story but I have something to say. All of those drinks are undesirable. I’m a teetotaler so all that booze just won’t work out for me. You see, my dad was a bit of a drunk. The water is a whole other issue as it could have cholera in it.

Waitress:

And what would you like to eat?

Snow:

Ohhhhh

(Aside)

If there’s one thing you can eat in London it’s meat. I mean pigs roam the street freely. The only problem with this abundance of meat as it relates to me is that, I don’t eat meat. It’s not that I can’t it’s that I just don’t like how it makes me feel. This would be fine if meat wasn’t everywhere. Also try explaining to one of these blokes that you don’t eat meat.

Snow:

I’ll have a potato

Waitress:

Do you want ham on the side?

Snow:

No.

So priest, I see that you have an interest in Medicine

Whitehead:

Well since this outbreak I have to keep up with the latest theories. I don't practice, I’m leaving that to you and the rest of the physicians. I’m here to pray to God that my parish will soon see the end of this epidemic.

Snow:

I understand, but it doesn’t seem like you're getting anywhere. People on this street are dying. We have to help.

Whitehead:

I’m praying and visiting the houses.

Snow:

Is there anything else?

Whitehead:

God doesn't need anything else. He will hear us and take away this plague.

Snow:

If he’s going to take it away, why did he bring it in?

Whitehead:

God has a reason

Snow:

But we don’t know the reason and we will never know the reason. So if he’s sending a message we can’t listen. This is why i’m looking for a reason. To understand. Someone needs to be a messenger for God.

Whitehead:

Why would it be for a doctor who doesn't have faith in the common theory? I'm the messenger.

Snow:

Well if you are you better get going.

Whitehead:

I’d say the same for you.

Snow:

Well, yes. I must be on my way That was a nice conversation Priest. I’ll see you at the end of it all.

Whitehead:

Pray for us.

Snow:

Ok

The Study (Reprise)

Snow:

Hello, I’m John Snow

I’ve come here to help.

I’m a doctor

Broad Streeter 1:

Oh thank god

Please come in here

My daughter

She’s sick

Snow:

Hello

What’s her name?

Broad Streeter 1:

Elizabeth

Snow:

Ok

Elizabeth

We're going to give you water. Please don’t let the sickness take over. Stay alive.

Elizabeth:

I feel like my insides have betrayed me.

Snow:

Drink water, you need hydration

Broad Streeter 1:

Thank you doctor

But I’m sorry, I don’t have money to repay you.

Snow:

That’s quite alright. I’m studying the spread of cholera. Your daughter will help rid the disease from London. Do you know of any deaths?

Broad Streeter 1:

The women across the way died. She was one of the first ones.

Snow:

Thank you

(Snow knocks on the next door. It opens on the knock.)

Hello, I’m John Snohhhh no.

Ensemble:

Evacuated

(Snow moves to the next door. Knocks on the door. No one opens)

Died over night

Snow:

There must be a better way. A simpler way.

Farr.

Farr:

Oh no look

It’s snow

Snow:

I need a book

Any records on broad street give them to me.

Farr:

You're not the first doctor to come around here.

Snow:

Oh dear

I need to get some data.

Farr:

Oh snow

What a fool are thee

Still trying to prove that preposterous theory?

Snow:

I’m not here to fight. By my calculations a person dies in that neighborhood every 35 minutes, yet you still wish to get into petty medical debate. This is not merely life and death. This is hundreds of lives which we could save death.

Farr:

Here

It’s the official death record. I have my own but you don’t need that.

The Broad Street Rap

Snow:

This is it

This my time

History gives few this chance

I’ve studied the medication.

I’ve made the case study.

It’s time to face a world of humiliation

Or prove my theory

No one is going to stop me

Let’s hope no one tops me

Whitehead

 He can stay along the sick beds

Farr

Frankly, his analysis is not up to par

It’s my time

It’s not like there’s someone else

I’m the only one

What’s on the line

My entire life's work, what else?

It’s time to be done

It’s my time

I did this by myself

Not anyone else helped

I'm spreading around my wealth

I'm making this world healthy

I didn't grow up in high society

Didn't follow the social policy of piety

I just quietly

Spent nights studying human biology

I need no apologies

I’ve paid my college fees

And this is where it got me

Changing the world

I'm gonna change the world

In a broader sense

This street

Broad Street

Saving this street will be quite the feat

I’m in the heat

no shit

I can’t quit.

The water is sourcing the poison

I know that’s a broad jump

But with the circumstances pending it’s the safest notion

It’s all from the broad street pump

This social dump

Will never be forgotten

When it’s found out

What lies within

That’s it

It’s the pump

Pumping water

Water with cholera

Cholera that’s killing

Killing this street

A street of others

Others who will get ill

Illness bereft of stillness

Stillness of eternity

Death

The ultimate end

That’s what I’m paid to trick

Cheat out of a prize

Life or death, I have to pick

What is this life?

It’s a life that will save the world

A life because poor lives matter

I’m doing what I should

Before the state of things get sadder

So that’s why I’m livin’

As a physician

I know it’s just livin’

But it’s the life I choose to live

This life is too give

So people can keep on livin’

And don’t get me livid

About the life I’m livin’

Ain't fitting in

Your ideas

So

Here I am, I’ll prove it all

Because if not i’ll lose it all

And be known never again

But I won’t be forgotten

This streets unkempt

but through all of this time i’ve spent

It’s my time to make a dent

This life i’ve lent

That’s the precedent i’ll present

at the present

About this probing pestilential product

I need no practice as my practice has prepared me professionally and practically for this pronounced problem

I’m past pondering

I’m proving

Using p-hat probability that’s probably gonna produce my prediction

Proving that poison is propelling out of

That pump

The broad street pump.

A Meeting and Map

Messenger:

Hello, yes, I’m looking for snow?

Snow:

Hello

Messenger:

I have been sent by the board of guardians to request that you testify your theory of -- self replicating poison to the board tomorrow.

Snow:

Thank you sir.

(Messenger Leaves)

Is it finally that time

Have I hit my stride

Is this my prime

It’s that time

Presentation

On Sanitation

I need some station-

ary

To finally prove the theory.

The words can set the scene

But there needs to be

A graphic representation

For this presentation

A chart

A graph

A painting

A map

Basically here’s the plan

Find the areas close to the water sources

And draw a line

To distinguish the sickening forces.

Little will they know that this map

Will be a common place

I just gave it a shot

And attempted to stay on pace

With the outbreak

I’m giving it all it takes

It’s to go

To a meeting with a map.

And that’s that.

The Testimony

Guardian 1:

Do you practice as a medical man in the Metropolis?”

Snow:
”Yes, on Sackville Street.”


Guardian 1:
What do you wish to present… Related to sanitation?

Snow:

I have spent my life looking at epidemics, particularly cholera.

Which is the center of my current investigation.

I don’t personally believe in the Miasma

Guardian 1:

Are you proposing that even the most foul of establishments,

ones that release the gases of corpses

have no effect on the spread of cholera.

Do they not spread poison?

Snow:

That is my opinion.

Guardian 1:

Does this extend to all organic substances?

Snow:

I believe that only specific

Substances

Are injurious

To humans

Yet decaying matter is not one of these substances

Guardian 1:

Are any there any harmful gases that come from an an animal in the middle of rot?

Snow:
I believe not.

Guardian 1:

Is the blood poisoned by inhaling putrid matter?

Snow:

Blood is poisoned by wounds, that’s my answer.

Guardian 1:
Never by inhaling putrid matter?

Snow:

People will not die from gases. That’s my answer

Guardian 2:

There are no negative health effects from breathing air which is tainted?

Snow:

”I am not aware that it is, unless it be in such quantities as to produce actually fatal effects at the moment; but to produce those effects it would be very highly concentrated.”

Guardian 2:

But it’s common knowledge that tainted causes sickness when in contact.

It’s a proven theory

Snow:

Yes, when the gases are in a very large quantity

Guardian 2:

But does it cause long lasting effects? What’s your analyses?

Snow:

No fever or special disease

Guardian 2:

But this decomposing matter can cause vomiting.

Snow:

For a short time but not ongoing.

Guardian 2:

Do you not know that offensive smells can cause vomiting?

Snow:

For the last time.

It’s only when there is a lot of gas in a small space

Like a cesspool or anyplace

Most of the time it’s due to imagining.

Guardian 2:

Where are you living?

Snow:

I am living on Sackville Street, Piccadilly

Guardian 2:

You frequently administer sleeping gases?

Snow:

Yes

Guardian 2:

So you know about the administration of gases?

Snow:

Yes

Guardian 3:

Have you turned your attention to the effects of the late outbreak of cholera in London?

Snow:
Yes, I made special enquiries throughout Lambeth and Southwark and Newington.

Guardian 3:

Are you satisfied with what you have found relating to the spread of cholera

Snow:

Yes, I am fully satisfied. The mode of transport is water not miasma.

Guardian 3:

Is swallowing water how the disease is to progress?

Snow:

Yes

Guardian 3:

How did cholera get into to london?

Snow:

I consider that the baltic fleet is the cause of the outbreak

For cholera is the cause the cholera

Each case always depends on the previous one.

Guardian 3:

How did this theory of yours come to be?

Snow:

Through observation and experiments of the theory

Guardian 3:

What was the nature of your studies?

Snow:

To find out how the deceased died and their water company

Other inquiries.

Guardian 3:

Do you dispute that disease hangs about open sewer lines?

Snow:

Sometimes

Guardian 3:

However there is a greater amount of disease there. How do you account for this?

Snow:

It’s coincidence. The areas there are more dense and thus have higher rates of communication of the disease. There is, sadly, more human waste, feces.

Guardian 3:

You have made very extensive statistical inquiry as to the diseases which you have mentioned?

Snow:
I have.

Guardian 3:

Has miasma in any way, in your mind, lead to propagation?

Snow:

I do not believe miasma to be the causation

Guardian 3:

So, in your opinion, where is the current outbreak the cause of?

Snow:

The pump on broad street.

A Single Life

Snow:

Sir’s! Sir’s! Gentlemen!

Do you not see the problem.

The epidemic is centered about the pump

It’s all around the pump

the broad street pump

Guardian 1:

Snow, your reasoning is sound but faulty

The water is hardly

our care!

Guardian 3:

Snow, it’s the Miasma

In the air

Snow:

Enough of Miasma

Sir, do you know anything

Look at my chart, Sir

Look into your heart, Sir.

Guardian 2:

Snow I see your point

The map makes sense

but the outbreak is on it’s last legs.

Is taking away people's water worth the pains?

Is taking away people's water worth the pains?

(Music becomes somber #composeroutof10)

Snow:

How much pain is this worth.

How much pain will you bare

What if

You could save a city

What if

you could save a slum

What if

You could save a street

What if

You could save a life?

What would you do for a single life

What would you sacrifice for a single life

I understand the pros and cons

But do you care when you're gone

What would a single life mean to you

Do not abstract this idea

Do not think in terms of proportions

Just understand the grave consequences

Of a single life.

What if your children drank that water

What if you bathed in that water

What if that was your water

What if?

You say you live to protect public health

So protect everyone

Even the ones with diminished wealth

Because they are someone

As you are someone

As we a something

We must share the songs we sing

Would you not risk everything

Do anything

For that single life.

Oh Oh, Oh Oh

Oh Oh, Oh Oh

A single life

A single life

A single life

A life worth living

A life worth giving

A life for you all

A life not to fall

A single life. 

(spoken)

It’s for the good of all mankind that I request board of guardians to remove the handle from the Broad Street Pump

Break the Handle

Guardian 3:

John Snow, we have taken your testimony into account. The board of guardians believes that the Broad Street Pump should be made unusable until the outbreak passes.

(Snow acts ready to defend his ideas)

Snow:

Wait?

Did you say what I just heard

Because if so that new to me

It’s been awhile since I’ve heard those words

Do you believe in my theory?

Guardian 2:

The evidence suggest that it is true.

But were still not with you

It’s an experiment for us to do

Snow:

That’s something new

Guardian 1:

We will be sending a plumber to take the handle off tomorrow…

Snow:

No

It has to be today

It has to be right now

This is not okay

How?

A single life is ruined today

 and yet you think that’s okay

I’ll break that handle

Br-Br-Break the handle

Break the handle

Right off this

If I need to

because I need to

Because

That’s should be done

Were killing london

Instead

I’ll break the handle

Br-Br-Break the handle

Break that handle

right off

Guardian 1:

Snow, it’s tomorrow or nothing

I’ll break the handle

We can’t handle

This

I’ll break the handle

Get a handle

On this

Guardian 1:

Snow it’s just not possible.

Snow:

Can I do it?

Guardian 1:

You? I don’t think so.

Snow:

I’ll break that handle

Break the handle

It’s time

To break a handle

Break a handle on the machinery that leads to ignorance

Break the handle to create more tolerance

Hand me a sledge hammer

I’ll break the handle

Guardian 1:

Snow!

You can't do that

Guardian 2:

(Holds guardian 1 back)

What can we do?

Snow:

I’ll break that handle

I’ll break that handle

I’ll break that handle

I’ll break…

(Time stops)

Realise what’s about to happen. This action may only save a few lives directly. But it certainly won’t hurt this neighborhood any more. No, that's not why this moment will be retold. This pump is a symbol of progress. This removing is a symbolic gesture to the future. This handle levers a new era onto the world. I may not be remembered but this pump will be. My name won’t be in common history but my ideas will be. I may not prove this theory completely but my contemporaries will make the end of contamination. Knowing what you know now may make this seem like the small thing it is. But this handle will be used to smash into time and break our current theories. A paradigm shift that will bring change now. This may not save many directly, but in terms of the total profit that germ theory when it comes to lives saved. Well It might be the reason you are sitting today. This pump is the precedent for sanitations, vaccinations, modern civilizations. This handle taken off a pump which is spewing forth water filled with cholera will make this, all of this, happen. This is the first step to a modern age.

It’s a modern day.

Modern Day

(Spoken)

Snow:

Ah, Priest Whitehead. What the toll.

Whitehead:

I have visited no one. The Outbreak is almost gone.

(Snow moves to the Registrar General)

Snow:

Farr, do you have the death records.

Farr:

I have nothing. There’s no more deaths. The outbreak seems to have burned itself out. Not that the pump handle had anything do with it.

Snow:

What day is it?

Farr:

Monday

Snow:

Modern Day?

Farr:

What are you talking about? (Snow exists the building.) Snow? Snow?

(Music Begins)

Snow:

It’s a modern day.

Oh

It’s a modern day

Oh woah oh

The month is September, the month is a modern month.

The year is 1854. The year is a modern year.

It’s a modern day

Oh

It’s a modern day.

Oh

(Spoken)

An investigation committee was formed

We looked into how the outbreak began.

Whitehead:

I joined the committee. I wanted to once and for all find out what had caused this ravaging of my humble parish.

(Singing)

I made a list.

I made a list of all possible theories.

I was going to debunk them one by one.

Green:

It’s god’s wrath to the uncivil poor.

Whitehead:

Sir, if you think for a moment that these people are any lower then you, you are the sick one.

Green:

How do you explain how the death count was larger for the poor.

Whitehead:

There are more impoverished on broad street

They couldn't leave broad street.

 They couldn't walk away from the plague on broad street.

Brown:

it was a random set.

Everyone got unlucky.

The dead got unlucky.

Whitehead:

Then how did an entire street get unlucky?

How did you get lucky.

How did I get lucky?

Snow:

The Broad Street Pump had a strain of a Cholera poison. Anyone drinking from it would be possessed of the sickness.

Whitehead:

Then how did the Workhouse of 40 not have one death?

Snow:

They had their own pump.

Whitehead:

The Brewery?

Snow;

Beer

Whitehead:

The three children who lived away from the pump?

Snow:

They went to school near the pump.

They drank at the pump.

Whitehead:

 Then tell me this. How did cholera get into the well?

Snow:

That’s what I need you for.

Whitehead:

Wait what?

Snow:

The first inflicted was a baby.

Whitehead:

Yes I remember that boy.

Snow:

I need to speak with the mother.

Whitehead:

To prove your propitious theory?

Snow:

We’ll see

Mrs.Lewis:

It was all so long ago.

Snow:

It was only a month ago

Mrs.Lewis

It felt like a different age.

Snow

It was a different age

It’s a modern day

Mrs.Lewis

After,

Died,

Threw

Rags

Cesspit

Whitehead:

You threw the babies rags into the cesspit under the house?

(Mrs. Lewis nods)

Well there we go.

How would the baby's soiled rags get into the well water?

Snow:

That is confusing. The well comes from groundwater. The pump is over groundwater.

Mrs.Lewis, where is this cesspit?

I’d reckon this is no more than a meter away from the well water.

Whitehead:

You're not saying that the cesspit leaked into the water?

Snow:

Seems like the only way.

Whitehead:

Or it could be Mia--

Snow:

Stop spouting that spoiled speculation.

 I’m sick of it, but i’m not getting sick from it.

 Miasma is a thing of the past.

A past that people will look back at with embarrassment for humanity.

Whitehead, don’t you see.

 The data is undeniable.

This theories unreliable

This ancient thought is killing. It's killing you, it’s killing me.

 I won't hear another mention of miasma if I still live.

So just stop

Am I clear?

Whitehead:

By all means. Let’s go.

We dug up the cesspit,

Inspected the cesspit

Worker:

Seems like there’s a leak.

Whitehead:

What.

Snow:

It all makes sense.

The babies rags fell in the pit

The pit leaked into the well.

People drank from the well.

Those people were drinking poison.

The pump was pumping poison.

Oh my god.

It came together.

Whitehead,

You and I may live to see the day

And my name may be forgotten

but the time will arrive

Oh the time will arrive

 when great outbreaks of cholera will be things of the past;

and it is the knowledge of the way in which the disease is propagated

 which will cause them to disappear.

And when that time arrives they will cheer

It’s a modern day

It’s modern day

It’s modern

Day

Farr:

The rags of the baby had miasma.

Don't you see

The people were breathing in Miasma

Snow, don't you see.

Snow:

Farr, who are you fooling?

 Ah yourself and everyone else.

It’s a modern day

You're yesterday's news,

You're stuck in yesterday

Today is a modern day.

A day we understand what Cholera is.

A day we clean the water, the ground and the air.

A day where we pick lives up instead of hanging on.

It’s a modern day.

Farr:

What are you blabbering on about, Snow?

A modern day, Snow?

To me it’s seems like any old day, Snow.

you think too much of yourself, Snow

Snow:

It’s a modern day

Whitehead and Snow:

It’s a modern day.

Oh

(All the cast walks on)

It’s a modern day

It’s a modern day

It’s modern day

Farr:

It’s modern day?

600 people dying! Is that a future fable of fertility from you or me.

Modern day

Ha

Although

No one died today.

All I can say

Hooray

Is that a modern day?

Is this a modern day?

Is it a modern day?

It’s a modern day.

Huh…

(Farr leaves)

Entwined

(Optional)

Farr:

History

Has a strange paradox

Whitehead:

Where the knowing of another set’s your destiny.

It’s puts your history

Into their box

Farr;

People will never know your name unless they know theirs.

Whitehead:

Little did we know

That little John Snow

Would be that man

Farr:

Little did we know

That we couldn’t go

Along without that man

Both:

We got entwined in his history

Whitehead:

And now I’m a mystery

Unless you know his theory.

Farr:

Jesus has Judas

Julius has Brutus

Hamilton has Burr

And Snow has Farr

No one’s gonna write a play about Judas

Unless Jesus is the superstar

No one’s gonna write a play about Brutus

Unless it’s titled Julius Caesar

No one’s gonna write a play with the third Vice President

Unless it’s about the first treasury secretary

And no one’s gonna write a play with Farr

Unless it’s about Snow’s theories.

The enemy’s

Whose histories

Got entwined

Both:

Usually we remember the one who killed them

But we didn’t kill him

Usually it’s the one who married them

But nobody married him.

Farr:

I’m a physician

Statistician

Yet my positions

are only known

As the ones that weren’t snow’s

Whitehead:

I’m a priest who was contended

With being forgotten

Yet my preaching

Means nothing

But my name

Means something

In the grand scheme of things

All because a man

Studying

Found my perish

And found me

Both:

We got entwined in his history without consent

But that doesn’t matter cause now we're dead

And nobody cares about us more

Then the man named before.

We got entwined

Into to time

That’s not mine

It’s his

Whitehead:

All because I disagreed

Farr:

All because of my theories

Both:

All because of his actions

And none of ours

Whitehead:

We got entwined into Snow’s theories

Farr:

We got entwined into Snow’s mysteries

Both:

We got entwined into Snow’s stories

We got entwined into Snow’s history.

Song List:

What do you know Snow.

Curious

Apprentice

Cholera Interlude

Lips Blue, Eyes Sunk

Try to Forget

Snow Rap

A Lousy Town

Scavengers

Miasma

I’ll Prove It

Not Again

Farr

The Split

The Study

To Broad Street Interlude

Broad Street

In the Tavern

The Study (Reprise)

The Broad Street Rap

A Meeting and A Map

The Testimony

A SIngle Life

Break the Handle

Modern Day