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Blair General Hospital Information.

No, sir,
I can't ring Mr. Boyd's room.

No, they operated
on him this morning.

Yes, an apen..
An apendi..

An apen..

Yes! I took it out!

Oh, Sally?

If you're not busy tonight,
how about you

and me grabbing a quick sandwich and
catching the early show at a movie?

Excuse me.

Blair General..

Oh, hello, Irene!

Sure, I had a grand
time last night.

I was out with Mr. Gustakis
in a Pittsburgh.

First to a classy cocktail bar

and then dinner at a hotel

where the soup
was two dollars a plate!

And then to a nightclub

with real champagne!

'Oh, well, good-bye!
See you later.'

Uh, what was you saying
about tonight, Joe?

Oh, I.. Nothing.

Nothing at all.

- Good morning, Dr. Lane.
- Good morning.

- Oh, hi, doctor.
- Good morning.

Uh, has Nurse Mary Lamont
checked in yet?

- Yes, ten minutes ago.
- Oh, thank you.

You know, I got half the notion
to take a good poke at that guy

trying to cut
in on Doc Kildare's girl.

Control yourself, muscle-bound.

If your pal Kildare
don't do anything about it

why should you stick
your nose in?

What's she giving him
a tumble for anyhow?

Why not? The way I see it there
are only two things she can do.

Jump off a bridge over
Jimmy Kildare or go out with this guy

in spite of the fact
that he's single

rich, and good-looking.

Yeah, he'll need his dough.

Up in brain surgery
they're commencing to call him

the undertaker's friend.

Emergency.

Yes, Nurse Lamont.

'Dr. Kildare?'

Yes, he went past the desk

but I don't remember
if he was coming or going out.

Thank you, Sally.

Is Dr. Kildare in?

Dr. Kildare
is in Dr. Gillespie's office.

And everything is okay.

Gillespie shut himself up
in the other room.

Thanks.

Mary, I get an hour off today.

How about having lunch?

Jimmy, that will be wonderful.

'Kildare!'

Uh, yes, Dr. Gillespie?

But I have to make
a phone call first.

'Kildare! Jimmy Kildare!'

Coming, Dr. Gillespie.

Mary, you have another date
for lunch, haven't you?

If you already have a date
then you mustn't break it.

Besides, I-I'm not sure
Dr. Gillespie will let me off.

- But, Jimmy, you know..
- Dr. Kildare!'

'Can't you hear me?'

I-I'll be right there,
Dr. Gillespie.

No lunch, Mary.

Kildare!

This is the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard of. Uh..

Jimmy, you've had a pretty
busy morning.

- Why don't you--
- What did you want, sir?

You were saying
something was ridiculous.

Aw! This report
on a Rufus Ingersoll.

Jimmy, Rufus Ingersoll's
been examined

by every department in this
hand-painted institution.

Here are 27 different reports

by 27 different doctors without
a mistake in one of them.

Why, it's impossible!

Parker!

Parker!

Uh, Mr. Rufus Ingersoll
should be treated

with kindness,
sweetness, and light.

Will you kindly send in
Mr. Rufus Ingersoll?

Yes, doctor.

Uh, let me handle this, Jimmy.

Good morning, doctor.

Well, Mr. Ingersoll,
good morning!

And how are you feeling today?

- Never felt better in my life.
- That's fine. That's fine.

Because your system's
in a state of collapse.

Sit down before you fall down.

Mr. Ingersoll, you're suffering
from a bad case

of what we might call
the dangerous age.

You've been living too young.
You've been eating too young.

You've been drinking too young.
You've been..

Yes, you've been thinking
too young.

And all because
you fancy yourself

to be in love
with a young girl in her 20s.

And what's the result?

Your stomach is overworked

your heart is overstrained

and your kidneys look like
the Battle of Gettysburg.

My age has nothing to do with it.

I'm still a young man.

Yeah, young enough
to make a fool of yourself.

Dr. Gillespie, I came here
for medical advice.

Okay, you take a large
dose of common sense.

Of course, your personal affairs
have got nothing to do with me

but medically speaking

my advice is that
you should lead the life

of a gentleman of 50
with his wife and children.

Otherwise, Mr. Ingersoll,
one of these fine days

you're going to drop dead.

Good day, Mr. Ingersoll.

This way, sir.

Next patient!

Next patient!

Well, how can I examine you
with your uniform on?

Examine me?
I don't understand.

Well, I called for the next
patient and you pop in.

You must be the next patient.

Have you forgotten Mr. Grayson's
waiting in the next room?

Why in the name of common sense
didn't you tell me?

Because you told me.

- Well, now, just shake a leg!
- Yes, doctor.

Now, wait a minute.

Uh, tell Grayson
we'll be in right away.

Yes, doctor.

Say, what's your
opinion on Grayson?

You think he's going blind?

Mmm, case history shows

an increasing pressure
on the optic nerve.

Every indication points
to an enlarged pituitary gland.

Um, that agrees
with my diagnosis.

What do you prescribe?

An operation.

Removal of the tumor.
The sooner the better.

- You positive of that?
- Yes.

Well, it's the only chance
he has outside of a miracle.

You're absolutely right.

But the final decision
to operate is up to the surgeon.

Well, that's one thing
we can do for Grayson.

Get him a good man.

Means you have an idea.

I wouldn't dare have suggested
anyone but you.

Doctor Gregory Lane.

- Gregory Lane?
- Yes.

I know there's been some talk

he lost several patients
in a row.

But people don't realize
that sometimes patients die

because there's no chance
of recovery.

What are you trying to prove?

Well, I'm not trying
to prove anything.

But I feel positive
that Lane's a fine surgeon

and the medical
profession needs him.

Well, what brought
Dr. Gregory Lane

to your eagle eye?

Didn't you once tell me
he was the most

promising young surgeon
ever came to this hospital?

Oh, I did say
he had a fine pair of hands

but his judgment's
worried me lately.

Well, there's one sure way
to check on his judgment.

How?

See what he says about Grayson.

Aren't you always telling me
that anyone who agrees with you

is a darned good doctor?

Ah, you're getting
too smart for me.

Go on, get in there.

- Good morning, Mr. Grayson.
- Well?

Mr. Grayson, uh..

It's as bad as I thought,
isn't it?

Mr. Grayson, our advice
is an operation.

A very delicate operation.

I understand.

I insist on the operation.

You see, I..
I'm not afraid of anything.

Except going blind.

We're going to send you to one
of our very best brain surgeons.

Will you tell Dr. Lane
I'll talk to him

after he's examined Mr. Grayson?

- I'm very grateful to you both.
- Never mind us, Mr. Grayson.

We'd be pretty bad doctors

if we didn't do everything
humanly possible for you.

I know that.

But we both know that the final
power of life and death

is still in the hands
of the great healer.

Yes, Mr. Grayson,
that doesn't change.

Dr. Carew is on the phone, sir.

Thank you.

Well, good luck, Mr. Grayson!

Thank you, doctor.

Hello, Carew!

Well, how is the head of
this gold-plated palace today?

Oh. Oh, I'm fine, Leonard.

Mr. Paul messenger just phoned.

You're to inveigle Kildare

out to the institute
this afternoon.

Dr. Squires will show him
the place and offer him the job.

Have you said anything
to Kildare about it yet?

No, not a word.

But in justice to everybody

I'm going to do my best
to make him accept.

That's more than generous,
Leonard.

You lose him, I know it will
be an awful blow to you.

Blow? It'll be an earthquake.

Well, since you're not gonna
take your hour off.

Am I right?

And I want to talk to you anyway

let's go and dig our graves
a little deeper with our teeth.

Miss Parker, lunch!

Drat that Molly Byrd.

If I don't drink at least
one glass of milk a day

she hides my cigarettes.

I know it's good for me,
but, ew, I hate the stuff.

Ah..

What made you hesitate
about Grayson, Jimmy?

For a moment, I wasn't sure.

'What made you decide?'

It was my best thought
on the subject.

That's the one most
important thing

for a doctor to know.

'To face situations
with nothing to lean on'

'but what he's learned.'

Yes, even in my short experience

there's been times
when my blood ran cold.

And yet you had to act
like the almighty.

With life in one hand
and death in the other.

You had to do it, and you did.

That's what I call
being a born doctor.

Couldn't have learned
that from you, could I?

Mm-hmm.

Aren't you going to drink
your milk?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

But don't try and change
the subject on me.

Jimmy, you'll make mistakes

but let them be your mistakes.

Use your eyes, your heart,
your brain, your instinct.

Make up your mind
and then go ahead.

Eh..

Do you think I'll ever learn
half what you know?

Well, you'll have to begin
where I leave off.

And do you think
you're being fair to me?

To yourself?
To the medical profession?

Well, what do you mean?

You haven't seen Dr. Lockberg

in two months. Why?

Because I'm a good doctor

and I know
what's the matter with me.

Cancer isn't
necessarily hopeless.

Well, every time
I intend to call Lockberg up

something important turns up.

Nothing is that important.

Look, if I'm to finish any part
of what you've started

you'll have to stay here
and teach me as long as you can.

Alright, Jimmy.

I'll call him this afternoon
to come over.

I already told him
to be here at five o'clock.

Why, you I'm..

Come on, come on,
drink your milk.

Ah..

The things people do
for the sake of their health.

Don't think you can hide
from me, Dr. James Kildare.

Now, look here, Molly Byrd

this is my bedroom

and even the superintendent
of nurses

hasn't got any right
to come barging in--

Oh, be quiet.

Dr. Kildare,
Nurse Morgan informs me

that you supplied patient 1124
with a new suit of clothes

from the hospital emergency fund.

Oh, yes, I did.
But you see, Miss Byrd, I--

I see everything.
You had his old suit burned--

I ordered that suit burned
as a public precaution.

Oh, public precaution my foot.

Why, the man had nothing more
contagious than a broken arm.

I personally examined
that suit of clothes

and found definite
traces of leprosy.

- Leprosy?
- Leprosy.

Bubonic plague, house maid's knee

and a slight trace
of Scandinavian hookworm.

Scandinavian hookworm, you fool.

Besides, Molly, there was a job
waiting for him

if he had a good suit of clothes.

Leonard Gillespie,
you haven't drunk your milk.

Molly, no matter what else
you can say about me

I'm a man of honor.

I said I'd drink
one glass of milk

and one glass of milk I drank.

Give me my cigarettes, please.

Then how is it
the bottle's still full?

'You'll drink this glass of milk'
or no cigarettes today.

Ah..
Now give me my cigarettes.

Well, they're still in your pocket.

I forgot to take them out
this morning.

Oh, what friends.

When you've been
trying for 25 years

to force somebody
to take care of himself..

...it's a little hard
to break the habit.

Well, if you can get along
without me for a while

supposing I run up
and have a talk with Dr. Lane.

Yes, Grayson's
in pretty bad shape.

Let me know when Lane
wants to talk to me.

That's what I meant to do.

Then later in the afternoon

we're going for a drive
in the country.

Well, now you're beginning
to act sensibly, sir.

It'll do you a world of good.

Well, maybe.

I've ordered a nice big car

so the three of us
will be comfortable.

- Three of us?
- 'Uh-huh.'

You and me and Nurse Mary Lamont.

Yeah, well, why not Mary Lamont?

She isn't engaged to Dr. Lane

even though she did
go out with him last week.

'What do you expect her to do?'

Die an old maid because
you only get $20 a month?

I don't expect her
to do anything of the sort.

Oh, Dr. Gillespie, I guess,
it's pretty obvious to you

how I feel about Mary Lamont,
but I can't and I won't

say anything to her about it.

After all, $20 a month
is $20 a month.

- We're ready, Dr. Lane.
- Good, let's go then.

I want to see you
after this operation.

Dr. Lane, a package arrived
for me this morning.

It contained a dozen pair
of beautiful silk stockings.

- Silk stockings?
- Silk stockings.

I'd send them back
except for three things.

I don't know where they came from
I can't prove you sent them

and besides,
they're awfully pretty.

I don't know a thing,
but I'll admit anything

if you'll have dinner
with me tonight.

Alright, Greg.

We'll celebrate
a successful operation.

I need a successful operation.

Oh, it's only the fools
who were talking.

Anyone knows mortality
in brain surgery is high.

Yeah, but you can't explain
that to a dead patient.

Dr. Gillespie still believes in you.

You're operating on his patient,
aren't you?

Mm-hmm.
I still believe in myself, Mary.

But this time, I've got to..

We've got an operation to do.
Come on, Nurse Lamont.

How are you feeling, Mr. Grayson?

Sleepy.

That's from your shot in the arm.

I'm going to do my best
to fix you up as good as new.

Oxygen.

Adrenaline.

Hurry!

Never mind the adrenaline.

Mary.

Jimmy, do you have a cigarette?

- Oh, Mary.
- Please, Jimmy!

Give me a cigarette.

Alright.

By the way, Dr. Gillespie
wants you and me to..

Thanks, Mary.

Dr. Lane,
I was in the gallery, and I--

The operation was a success
but the patient died.

Mary.

They're so new, aren't they?

Just off the assembly line
this morning.

Forty one brand-new lives.

Sort of evens things up,
doesn't it?

- You mean about life and death?
- Mmm.

I didn't think about it that way.
I just happened to come here.

Well, your instincts were right.

It's the best place
you could have come to.

'This is what it's really
all about.'

Jimmy, Dr. Lane
did everything he could.

No one could have done any more,
could he?

No one.

See, Mary,
I prescribed an operation.

Lane agreed and performed it.

We both knew how,
how slim the chances were.

That's our job and it's one
of the hardest things

we have to learn.

- I haven't learned it yet.
- Oh, neither have I.

Mmm! That's what people need.

Pure sweet air
to fill your lungs with

and open up your pores
to the sunshine.

What's the matter with you, Mary?

You look as if you hadn't
opened a pore for months.

I did surgery today under Dr. Lane.

Oh, Mary, that patient
had one chance in 100

of living through the operation.

One chance in a million
of living without it.

You're absolutely right.

I reported that fact
to Carew, too.

What did Dr. Carew say?

Well, what could he say?

Too many people dying.

Dr. Gillespie, Greg needs help.

Dr. Lane, I mean.

You're right, Mary.

Something ought to be done
about it.

Isn't anybody interested
in where we're going?

We're going to the Messenger
Institute at the university.

Who told you?

It wasn't me, Dr. Gillespie.

I suppose you told him why, too!

No, sir.
I didn't know that.

Well, then I'll tell you.

We're going to the Messenger
Institute for medical research

because I've got business there.

And I'm taking you two along
for the ride.

Of Mr. Messenger's
open-handed generosity

this building,
with its magnificent equipment

'is a shining example.'

Now, listen, egghead.

Uh, the eminent
and imposing Dr. Squires

was known as egghead
in medical school

for reasons you're both
too young to know.

Leonard, I once busted you
in the snoot for that

and I'm just the guy
who can do it again.

Now, listen here, Squires

we all know this is
the finest institute in America

but come to the point.

Very well. The point is,
I have a job for Dr. Kildare.

Job for me?

Well, if it hadn't been for me

it would have taken him
two hours to tell you that.

Dr. Kildare, Mr. Messenger feels

'that he owes to you
his daughter's sanity'

'perhaps her life.'

Yours was a remarkable instance

of correct diagnosis
and treatment.

I congratulate you.

Tell him the job
pays 500 a month.

$500 a month!

'And you'll have a free hand here'

'to pursue whatever
research you choose.'

And if you tend to your knitting

and when you're an old
married man

you'll inherit egghead's job

20,000 bucks a year.
That ain't hay.

Well, why don't you
say something?

Don't stand there
like a bump on a log.

How.. Well, it's..

The sort of thing
you dream about.

I.. I..

Dr. Gillespie,
you knew all about this?

'That means
you want me to take it?'

Do I want him to take it.

You hear that, egghead?

These youngsters
are hard to please.

You show him the house
that goes with the job.

- House?
- 'Oh, yes.'

'Shall we go see it?'

- I've ordered some tea.
- Tea!

When I first knew him

he thought clean shirts
were effeminate.

Now he drinks tea.

It's Mr. Messenger's idea

that a man does his best work

when his home
surroundings are ideal.

Thank you, George.

You think you could
be happy here, Dr. Kildare?

Happy, why..

You'd be crazy if you couldn't.

Well, you show her around, Jimmy.

It's your party, you know.

I feel a little tired.

I think I'll stay here
and have a spot of tea

with Dr. Squires.

Maybe a crumpet or two.

Well, egghead, how am I doing?

If I hadn't known differently

I'd have thought you really
wanted him to take the job.

This is the greatest opportunity

Jimmy will ever have in his life.

And if he takes it,
well, all I've planned

will come tumbling
down around my ears.

Well, all jokes aside, Leonard

won't you have a cup of tea?

Oh, suppose I get
you a glass of milk.

Milk!

I'm so full of milk now

I'd be afraid to meet a calf.

- Isn't it lovely?
- This isn't true.

This sort of thing
doesn't happen.

But it is true.

You have everything
in the world ahead of you.

I wonder.

Dr. Gillespie wants you
to take it, doesn't he?

Does he?

Why, he even bragged about
the salary, you remember that.

Oh, right now, I'm not
thinking about the money.

But you must think about it.

It's your future,
your whole life.

Who was it wanted you
to see this house?

It was Dr. Gillespie, wasn't it?

Yes, Mary.

He even talked about the future.

That's what he said.

I wish I knew
what he was thinking.

Well, shall we look
at the living room?

Mary, would you have dinner
with me tonight?

I've got a date.

I'll get out of it, Jimmy.

'Hey! Break it up, you two!'

Well, Dr. Kildare,
I think we can be ready

for you to move in
say next Monday.

You're very kind, Dr. Squires

and Mr. Messenger's generosity
is tremendous, but, uh..

I'm afraid I'll have to think
it over and let you know.

'Of course, Dr. Kildare.'

'Think it over.

'But will you have a cup of tea?'

Uh, say, egghead

I think I'll take that milk now.

Good evening, Dr. Kildare.

You're a sight for sore eyes
and why shouldn't you be?

- Short beer, Mike.
- Yes, sirree!

Sure, and what more pleasant sight

could there be than a fine young son
of the old sod wearing a new suit

and his own teeth
stepping up to buy himself

a good drink?

- How are you, Joe?
- Oh, good evening, doc.

It'll be 30 bucks
any way you figure it.

A joint that gets
two dollars for soup

has gotta get more than a nickel
for a cup of coffee.

Say, I got it!

When we get to the golden slipper

I just won't eat anything.

That will give me
a dollar sixty margin.

Golden slipper!

Well, even if you don't eat

the cover charge
there is five dollars a head.

Huh?

Five dollars a head?

Even for not eating?

Oh, boys, there must
be some way out of this.

Joe, my boy,
maybe I can help you.

There's a drink I can mix that
will solve all your troubles.

If you can only coax
the lady in to sample it.

Now, wait a minute, Mike--

Now, Dr. Kildare, I'm referring

to a humble little concoction

known as the kiss of Kilkenny.

It don't make you drunk

and it don't make you dizzy.

It leaves you with one
consuming thought in your mind

to sit quiet in your chair

and listen to the angels sing.

Will it keep a lady sitting
here all evening?

My friend, back in county Donegal

I personally concocted one

for a giddy young thing

who wanted to be took to a dance.

How long did it keep her
quiet, Mike?

Well, sir, that was 13 years ago
come shrove Tuesday.

And according to a letter I received
last week, she's still sitting there.

Say, I know this gal of mine.

You fix up two drinks for her

and I'll be back here
in a jiffy with her.

What do you advise
for dinner, Mike?

Well, I can fix you a steak
as fresh as a new policeman.

- Two steaks medium rare.
- Coming up.

Two steaks medium rare
for Dr. Kildare.

Give them the two
we were saving for the boss.

- Hello, Mary.
- Am I late, Jimmy?

No. Sit down.

I've already ordered the steaks.

- Are you hungry?
- Starved.

Good.

Mary, did I ever tell you

what my mother said to me

when I left for New York?

Several things.
Which one?

Well, she said you will
never get anywhere

trying to be anybody
but Jimmy Kildare.

Jimmy Kildare is alright with me.

Well, for the past hour I've been
trying to be someone else.

Why, Jimmy?

Because, if I were someone else,
maybe I'd have brains enough

to say this in a different way.

Say it your own way.

I'm not going to take the job
at the Messenger institute.

Miss Lamont, report
to Superintendent Byrd's

office right away.

Tony, if we had a patient
in this hospital

as weak as your coffee,
we give him a blood transfusion

and send for his relatives.

I don't blame the nurses
for squawking.

Nurses are just like husbands,
you can abuse them, insult them

work them to death, jump all
over them, they'll take it.

But give them a bad cup of coffee

and you got a revolution
on your hands.

Oh, come in, Mary.

'I'll be down at the kitchen
in ten minutes'

'and show you
how to make coffee.'

You sent for me, Miss Byrd?

'Lamont, I'm promoting you'

'to staff surgical
nurse permanently.'

Wait a minute,
it's not that big an honor.

I'm sorry, Miss Byrd.

Of course, you'll have to be
more careful about our rules.

For instance, I know that you

accepted some silk stockings

from a member of our staff.

I'm sorry.

- I'll send them back.
- Mmm.

Before okaying this promotion

I must know that you
plan on staying

with this institution.

I guess I'll be here forever.

Because I certainly
would not give this chance

to a girl who is liable
to quit her job

to get married or something.

I'm not figuring
on getting married.

Now, now, child.

I don't know why I'm so silly.

Well, I know.

I wormed it out of Dr. Gillespie

about Jimmy Kildare
and the Messenger Institute

and this can only mean that

he didn't decide
the way you wanted him to.

I kept hoping against hope.

The only man in the world?

It's not true, Mary.

It's never true.

If it were, nine out of ten women

in this world
would never get married.

And we woman can be thankful
that fate fixed it that way.

Because so many times

so pitifully many times

Cinderella can't have her prince.

And if there were no other man
in the world for her

how would the Cinderella's
end up?

Like me, Mary.

I'm 49 years old,
and what have I got in life?

Bad coffee.

No, Mary, give any woman
a decent husband

with a clean shave
and a pretty good chance

of getting on in this world

and she'll come so close
to thinking it's love

that she'll fool him and herself.

I never thought
about it like that.

Well, try thinking that way.

And stop eating your heart out.

Now get out of the mop
and get to bed.

Report to surgery at 9:00 a.m.
Goodnight.

- Well..
- I said goodnight!

Goodnight, Miss Byrd.

And, Mary

don't send back those stockings.

I can't.

- I have one pair on.
- Oh.

Hello.

Superintendent Byrd speaking.

Beginning tomorrow morning

Nurse Mary Lamont starts
as staff surgical nurse.

Salary increase accordingly.

She's to be assigned
to Dr. Gregory Lane.

'If that's you, Nosy Parker,
I'm taking a bath.'

If it's you, Molly Byrd,
I'm-I'm not smoking a cigarette.

Anyone else
can go shoot themselves.

It's me.

'Say, what do you mean
barging in here'

'three or four o'clock
in the morning?'

What do you think this is,
a six-day bicycle race?

Well, it's only
a quarter after ten.

Well, what do you want
in the middle of the night?

I'm not going to take
the Messenger job.

Why, you unmitigated
young upstart!

Do you realize, Jimmy

you'll never have
another opportunity

like that as long as you live?

I'm staying here
because I-I'm selfish.

Ever since I was a kid,
I've known I wanted

to be some kind of a doctor,
but I didn't know what or where.

Now I do know.

I want to be a diagnostician

and you're the only one
that can teach me.

Jimmy, I'm the happiest
guy in the city.

As a matter of fact,
I've been sitting

right here since six o'clock
waiting for you

to come in
to tell me your decision.

I'm sorry,
I've been a little busy.

And none too pleasantly,
I imagine, huh?

Well, you know.

Oh, I've got a note
from Carew's office.

It seems I'm behind in my surgery

and they want me
to catch up right away.

Do you mind if I borrow the--

No, no, take anything
you want, Jimmy.

Yes, he's been raising cain
with me about that, too.

Yes, I'm to start tomorrow
morning, assisting Dr. Lane.

Well, perhaps I could arrange

to have you transferred
to someone else.

Uh, no, no, thanks.

Say, what's the matter
with this fellow Lane anyway?

I've heard he inherited
a lot of money

and yet he wants to stick
around this skating rink.

No, no, that's not true.

He's had money all his life

but he happens
to want to be a surgeon.

Oh, he also happens
to be interested in Mary Lamont

or I'll fire three or four
of my best stooges.

Isn't that
Mary Lamont's business?

You have no regrets
about that, Jimmy?

Dr. Gillespie,
if I've told you once

I've told you five times,
that Mary Lamont--

Alright, alright, alright!

Don't bite my head off.

Furthermore, Dr. Gillespie,
it's past your bedtime.

Alright, papa.

I'll go to bed like a good boy.

And I'll be kind to dumb animals

and I'll wash behind the ears.

So, who do you think you are,
Molly Byrd in long pants?

Blair General Hospital,
emergency.

Just a minute.

Hello, Irene.

As I was saying, last night

Joe Wayman and me starred

me in that new blue chiffon

and Joe, mind you,
he's actually in a tuxedo.

When all of a sudden, I find I'm
paralyzed from the waist down.

No, I didn't touch a drop.

Just one little glass of Irish
lemonade in Mike Ryan's place.

But was Joe Wayman nice.

He never said one word
about me spoiling his evening.

Traffic accident, emergency.

Emergency, one coming up.

Funny thing, no identification.

Nothing but a can
of five dollar bills.

Did you go through
all his pockets?

What pockets?
All he had on was an overcoat

over some pajamas
and a pair of pants.

You know, Sally,
I got it all figured out

what was the matter
with you last night.

It was something you drank
the night before

with that guy from Pittsburgh.

I'll bet it was.

But gee, Joe, you were so sweet.

Carrying me home and singing
like an angel all the way.

This is surgery B.

One coming up? Okay.

There's a case coming up
from emergency.

Good morning, doctor.

- Oh, good morning, doctor.
- I'm assisting you.

I have some surgery to catch up on.
Well, I'm glad to have you.

I, uh, had some
pretty unkind thoughts

about you last night, Kildare.

- Last night?
- Yes.

I had a date with a very pretty girl
for dinner right up till dinnertime.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe you are,
but I still had dinner alone.

Well, it's nice having you around.
I can keep my eye on you.

Here's the x-ray, doctor.

Increasing intracranial pressure

pulse slowing,
temperature rising.

We'll, uh..

We'll have to operate
to save his life.

I'll get him a sedative.

What day is it?

- What day is this?
- Wednesday.

Wednesday. Good.

I thought for a moment
I'd missed it.

- Missed what?
- Friday. Friday noon.

I've got to..

Now, look, you have
a head injury.

A skull fracture, and I'm afraid
we'll have to operate.

Operate?

What's this for?

It's to help you rest,
to quiet your nerves.

How bad is my head?

Why don't you just put yourself
in our hands?

We'll do everything
that possibly can be done.

You think I might die.

With an immediate operation

you have a very good chance
of pulling through.

I won't be operated on.
I've got to get out of here.

No, If you get up now, you may
not live to reach the street.

I've had five years of dying.

I won't be operated on!

No, you want to live, don't you?

No, I couldn't die now,
I've got to live till Friday!

What about Friday?

Who are you?
What's your name?

- Perhaps we can help.
- Help? How could you tell..

Well, his heart's strong, anyway.

I'll tell them to get ready.

Wait a minute!

Maybe we'd better put him under
observation for a couple of days.

What? Why, he needs an immediate
operation and you know it.

No, I don't.
I'm not sure.

How can I be sure,
when Grayson and the others..

I don't know what to do, Kildare.

Do what your own judgment told you
to do in the first place, operate!

But my judgment's been wrong.

'Not in Dr. Gillespie's opinion.'

Dr. Gillespie?

Yes, he thinks
you're a fine surgeon.

Says you have the best hands
in the hospital.

'And he said
something else, too.'

He said there are times
when we have to act

with life in one hand
and death in the other.

'And that the true test of a doctor'
'is his faith in his own judgment'

even though he knows someone
is going to die if he's wrong.

We'll operate immediately.

This patient has refused the operation
but I take full responsibility.

That's it.
Take him away.

- How's the pressure?
- Fine.

I don't think I could have done
that without those words you said.

Oh, you did a fine job, doctor.

Thanks, as far as I'm concerned,
everything's gonna be alright

I think, from now on.

- I'm sure it is.
- It was a long session.

Well, it's time for lunch.

I'm on office call this afternoon.

Nine o'clock tomorrow morning,
please, doctor.

Yes, doctor.

It was a beautiful
operation, doctor.

Maybe now we'll have
something to celebrate.

- Let's.
- Tonight?

- Alright.
- Swell.

- 'Dr. Kildare.'
- Yes, Dr. Carew.

I'm very pleased you've decided
to remain with us.

No, no, no explanations
are necessary.

I understand.
Uh, where's Dr. Lane?

Oh, he's just left for lunch.

You should have been there,
you'd have seen the kind

of brain surgery you read about.

Is that so?
Well, I trust you're right.

Doctor, because of the somewhat
unusual circumstances

I'd like to have your personal
report on this case.

Well, Dr. Lane has office duties
so naturally I'll be watching it.

Very good.

- He's coming out of it now.
- Breathing easily and naturally.

Mm-hmm.

What day is it?
What day of the week?

It's Thursday.

Thursday.

Not Friday?

No, it's Thursday.

You've put me in the wrong day.

- Wrong day of the week.
- Easy there.

'It's the wrong day.'

Friday's the day I want.

Well, tomorrow will be Friday.

You can't trick me.

It will always be Thursday.

You've locked me up
in the wrong day of the week.

Careful now.

'Got to break through.'

Got to break through to Friday.

Get me a hypo of morphine

and a restraining sheet, quickly.

It isn't the time
to break through yet.

I'll tell you
when the right time comes.

- You'll tell me?
- Yes, I promise.

We'll start planning right now.

If you'll lie still
and help save your strength.

- Who are they?
- They're going to help us plan.

Here now, I'd better
give you this.

You'll need all the strength
you can get.

Close your eyes. That's it.

Get that restraining sheet
on him quickly.

- Doctor.
- What's wrong?

Uh, there's some mental
disturbance.

I had to give him a hypo.

Couldn't it be the effect
of the anesthetic?

I'm afraid there's no doubt.
His mind's gone.

But if you hadn't operated,
he'd be dead now.

His brain's dead, what good
if the rest of him's alive?

You were there, Kildare,
you saw everything.

I didn't make a single mistake, did I?

- Not one.
- Well, and how's the patient?

- Why, that's a restraining sheet.
- Yes, I thought it was wise.

The patient showed signs
of becoming violent.

Violent?

Dr. Lane, what is this?

Do you mean to say that your
patient has lost his mind?

- Apparently.
- "Apparently!"

Dr. Lane wasn't here when the
patient recovered consciousness.

But you had the patient
restrained

because in your opinion,
he's now deranged.

- Yes.
- I see.

Dr. Lane, remove your patient
to a private room.

It's the least we can do.

Then I'll see you in my office.

Dr. Carew, you'll want me there,
too, won't you?

No, this is Dr. Lane's
responsibility only.

But nevertheless,
I'd like to be there.

Don't stick your neck out,
Kildare.

It's my neck.

Dr. Lane, I freely concede

that a doctor constantly
has to make decisions

to operate or not to operate.

But also, he must be right
when he makes those decisions.

- Otherwise, we..
- Wait a minute!

I'm in on this.

What have I missed?

I just left your patient.

He's as mad as a march hare.

What were you saying, Carew?

That Dr. Lane has made
one too many mistakes.

Dr. Gillespie, I was just saying

that in this last case,
I urged Dr. Lane to operate.

I hesitated a moment

but the decision
to operate was my own.

Well, then, why is Kildare
on the carpet?

He isn't.
He insisted on being present.

Look, let me settle this thing
once and for all.

I decided to operate, and in
a similar case, I'd do it again.

Good.
Now we know where we stand.

Right. Dr. Lane, errors of
judgment are difficult to prove.

But in this case, you also
performed the operation

without the patient's permission
violating his legal right.

- His legal right to die!
- If you please, Dr. Kildare.

You, Dr. Lane,
have placed this institution

in a very serious position.

You're suspended from duty

pending a hearing
before the hospital board

tomorrow, Friday, at noon.

I'm sorry.

You may go.

Dr. Carew, I'd like your permission
to testify at that board meeting.

I can't permit that.

And how could you
possibly help Dr. Lane?

Well, well, I don't know.

He don't know.

He wants to prove the operation

didn't make the patient insane

but he don't know how to do it.

- Come on, Jimmy.
- Now, wait a minute!

Suppose the man was insane
before the operation?

Suppose, for instance, he was
suffering from schizophrenia?

Poppycock!

I don't think the hospital board

will be interested
in your theories.

Your request is denied.

But after he came out
of the anesthetic

he spoke incoherently of Friday.

And before the operation

he made it very plain that Friday

was more important
to him than living.

Now he's a psychiatrist.

If you concern yourself
further in this case

neither of us can save you

from the unpleasant medical

and criminal consequences.

Kildare, you seem
to forget one thing.

Dr. Lane went ahead

after the patient
had refused the operation.

But if the man was insane

he had no legal right
to refuse the operation

which left the decision
up to the doctor.

Now he's a lawyer.

I consider the matter settled,
Dr. Kildare.

Which is the way
a high-class gentleman says

"Get out of my office
and mind your own business."

Come on, Jimmy.

Can you get along without me
for the rest of the day?

Oh, I guess so.

It might be a good idea.

Go on out and take in a show.

Forget all about this
little difficulty.

I don't think it's so little.

Maybe I haven't been here long
enough to get the hospital viewpoint

but if Lane's kicked out, it'll look
as though he murdered those patients.

- And we know he didn't.
- Hmm.

Now, are you going back
to your office?

No, I'm not.
Get your hands off my chair!

Oh, I'm sorry!
I'll see you tomorrow.

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

Maybe I'm going to make
a fool of myself.

I don't doubt that, but how?

I'm going to find out
who this mysterious man is

so that I can prove
he was mentally deranged

before Lane operated.

Now he's a detective.

Listen, Sherlock Holmes

there are seven million people
in this town.

How do you expect
to track down the identity

of one unknown lunatic?

If you get yourself tangled up
in this Lane affair

you might as well
hunt yourself a new job

because I need an assistant
that works for me!

Now play that on your harmonica.

Walter, you're a great man

a magnificent man
to head this hospital.

But you don't know any more

about handling Jimmy Kildare than

than I do.

I'm upset myself.

I hate to have to do this to
a nice young fellow like Lane.

In the old days, they used
to draw and quarter them

nail up their heads
on London bridge.

Today they're not that merciful.

When they kick over the traces
we have to throw them out

and let them die
of broken hearts.

Hmm.

Listen, Mr. Gustaguson

you may be a big man
in Pittsburgh

but you're no gentleman, you

you, you gorilla!

You take a girl out
and fill her full of fancy soup

and poisoned champagne,
and the next night

I can't move a muscle!

Oh, I'm alright today,
no thanks to you.

But from now on, I'm sticking
to hamburgers and lemonade

with a square-shooting guy
that wouldn't even think

of playing a dirty trick
on a working girl!

Goodbye, rat!

Emergency.

No, I haven't seen
Dr. Kildare for an hour.

He went out of here
in his street clothes

said he was off for the day.

Sure, if I see him,
I'll tell him.

Sullivan's cafe.

No, Sally, Dr. Kildare is not here

but we're expecting him
immediately.

Sure, I'll give him your message.

Hello, hello! Sally, Sally,
here's the doc now.

Here's the doctor..

Mike, did Joe Wayman
or Foghorn come back yet?

No, my friend. 'Twas no easy
task you gave them.

Finding out
about this mysterious crazy man

is like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

Oh, don't I know it,
his clothes are just

stock garments
sold by the thousands.

The locksmith
you left the key with

says it's from any one
of a million doors in New York.

That is, if it's not
from Chicago or Boston.

That's what I was afraid of.

Mother!

Mother.

Good to see..
What are you doing here?

Is something wrong?
Where's father?

I'm fine, nothing's wrong.

Your father had to bring
a patient to see Dr. Gillespie.

Well, well, Mrs. Kildare
you're looking young enough

to be your own daughter.

Only then
you'd be your own mother.

And you don't look
old enough for that.

I bet you tell that
to all the girls.

I do, and I tell them all
to make themselves at home.

Thanks, Mike.

My, my. Things must
be pretty slack

with you big-city doctors.

Oh, I don't know.

Tell me, are you well and happy?

Why shouldn't I be both?

Well, if you'd simply said yes

I'd have known you were,
but, uh, what's the trouble?

Well, mother, I think
you are a mind-reader.

Yes, I, I am at a kind
of a crossroads.

Nobody ever accomplished anything
without passing crossroads.

The only question is,
which road do you take?

Well, it's not as simple
as all that.

Doing right is always simple.

It's only the wrong thing
that takes working out.

Oh, excuse me, doc.

Oh, hello, boys, did you, uh..

Oh, mother, allow me to present

Mr. Joe Wayman
and Mr. Foghorn Murphy.

Foghorn? What's your real name?

- Harold.
- I prefer Foghorn.

- So do I.
- How do you do, Joe?

Awfully glad to see you,
I've heard a lot about you

and your monkey wrench.

Oh, those stories
are exaggerated, Mrs. Kildare.

I never even owned
a monkey wrench.

Well, sit down, fellas.

Tell me, did you find
out anything?

The boys have been getting
some information for me.

- Oh, about those crossroads?
- Hmmm.

Me and my pals made
a house-to-house canvas

of the neighborhood where
your screwball was run over.

We found one house
where a guy had disappeared.

Well, go on.

This mug disappeared
in 1911, with a blonde

and a Sunday school collection.

Here, here, here.

I was a blonde myself at 16,
and no peroxide, either.

And the prettiest one
in town, I'll bet.

The prettiest one
in the state, Harold.

- J. Harold.
- J. Harold? Oh, excuse me.

I won't say another word.

I dug up that truck driver
that clipped your guy.

At first he wouldn't talk

then he, uh, he changed his mind.

But he don't know who the guy is
or anything about him.

Oh. Oh-oh, who put
that thing in my pocket!

Why am I always someplace else
when there's a good fight?

Let me know next time you're in
town I'll sock someone for you.

Thank you.

Well, doc, I'm sorry
we weren't much help.

It was kind of tough without
knowing the guy's name or anything.

Oh, that's alright, fellas.
Thanks a lot anyway.

Uh, goodbye, Mrs. Kildare.
It was swell meeting you.

Oh, and if you ever
need a taxi, why, just call--

Nix on that, Foghorn.

I'll take Mrs. Kildare in the ambulance
if she has to go any where's.

Thank you, gentlemen,
I'll accept both invitations

providing you let me drive.

That's a date!

Well, now you're stuck,
aren't you, son?

Yes, mother, I'm afraid
now I am in trouble.

There's one way out,
but it's awfully dangerous.

Excuse me. I'm awfully sorry
the boys couldn't help.

But always remember
one thing, Dr. Kildare.

Trouble is nothing new
for the likes of you and me.

The Irish ain't been
out of trouble for 1100 years.

Thanks, Mike.

You said something
about, uh, dangerous, Jimmy.

Dangerous to do what?

Well, to cure
an insane man before Friday.

So they're curing
insane people now, are they?

Mmm. It's an almost
fantastic thing.

Called, "The Insulin shock cure."

It's a gamble.

Only two things
to think about in a gamble.

What have you got to win?
What have you got to lose?

Lose? Everything.

My job, another doctor's career,
maybe the patient's life.

But think of what
you've got to win, too.

Oh, I'm not thinking about you
and the other doctor

but the poor man,
you can give him a new life.

And everything God
meant people to enjoy.

You're slow to decide, son

because you think
you're all alone in this.

But you're not.

There's a man
over in that hospital

that's as fine a doctor
as ever helped the ailing.

Oh, I know, but I, I can't ask
Dr. Gillespie to help me.

Who's talking
about Dr. Gillespie?

I mean your own father.

Oh, of course.

Well, now the only thing
to figure out is how

to get a hold of him without
Dr. Gillespie suspecting.

- Get to work, son.
- I will.

- I-I'll be seeing you, pal.
- Hmm.

Oh, it's funny, mother.

Whenever I know
that I'm right with you

I can generally manage
to work out everything else.

Joiner?

- Joiner?
- Hmm?

Oh, uh, I wonder
if you'd do a favor

for me it's awfully important.

At precisely 6:30,
I'm leaving here to meet

a young female person
who's boyfriend is confined

to room 714 with a broken leg.

Until then, I'm going to lie
quietly and conserve my manly vigor.

No, you're going to make
a phone call for me

and then you're going to take
a walk for about half an hour.

And furthermore,
the young female person

has bright yellow hair
and practically no brains.

Dr. Joiner, if the young lady

is free for the evening
because her boyfriend

has been forbidden visitors

by your orders, of course

I could easily report that--

No, no, don't shoot.
Who do you want me to phone?

Gillespie's waiting room.

Oh, Dr. Stephen Kildare.
Just a minute, please.

Hello. Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Well, just as soon as
I finish here.

Pardon me, that, uh,
that was my wife.

Oh?

You see, uh, the rash hangs on

in spite of everything
that I have done

although it's confined
to her hands.

Well, it's obviously
a skin allergy.

- Allergy?
- Yeah.

Why, that might take
months to identify.

Tell me, Mrs. Cray
what do you do with yourself?

How do you spend your time?

I don't do anything

As long as I get
my check from my son

keep the frost off my petunias

and play a little
mah-jongg in the evening.

Mah-jongg. Ha ha!

Mah-jongg.

I've heard of trouble
with Mah-jongg sets.

The lacquer contains sap
from a Japanese tree

of the Sumac family.

That could account
for the skin disease.

I could believe anything
about that mah-jongg set.

My daughter-in-law sent it to me.

Uh, Julia, you didn't
take it with you

to Yellowstone last summer,
did you?

I did not.

You can't play mah-jongg
on horseback.

You see, when she came back
her hands were all cleared up.

Well, there you are,
Dr. Stephen. You got it.

Suppose we keep Mrs. Cray here

for a couple of days
and fix up this rash?

And then when you go home,
take up solitaire.

In the meantime,
we'll put her across the hall

in that nice big room, 370.

- Oh, Dr. Gillespie--
- Which the rich..

...Mrs. Van Allister has already
paid for until Tuesday.

I sent her home this morning.

Nothing wrong with her
but too much money.

Good-bye, Dr. Gillespie.
And thank you.

ta-ta.

As long as dr. Stephen
did all the work

I don't owe you a cent.
Good-bye.

- Sit down.
- Well, uh..

Uh, I'm ever so much obliged
to you, Dr. Gillespie.

I, uh, well,
I've got to run along now.

- I'll, uh, I'll be back.
- Uh-huh.

Next patient!

No, no, hold the next patient.

Come here.

Say, Parker, did you notice

that I said anything
to offend Dr. Stephen?

Or was it my imagination
that he was acting strangely?

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

But if it was his wife
on the phone

he's married to a woman
with a bass voice.

- Hello, Jimmy.
- Oh, hello, dad.

- What is all this?
- Please sit down.

Why all the mystery?
Is anything wrong?

Dad, what do you know about

the insulin shock cure
for insanity?

Insulin shock? Why?

Tell me, have you ever
actually seen a cure effected?

Yes, I have.

And it was one of
the most terrifying things

I've ever seen in all my life.

Ah, but it worked, didn't it?

Yes. Yes, it worked

because it was,
it was performed under

the most ideal circumstances

with cases that had
every chance of surviving.

Well, then you've never
seen insulin tried

when the patient wasn't
in perfect physical shape?

Oh, no.
No, in case of any injury

especially to the head
or the brain they wouldn't dare.

But, Jimmy,
stop dodging the issue.

If you need any help,
I'm your father.

I'm sorry, this is my problem.

I know it is, Jimmy

and I don't want to interfere.

I'll tell you
how you can help me.

I've read everything
about insulin shock.

I know all the theories

but I want you to tell
me everything you saw.

Don't leave out one detail.
Right from the beginning.

Well, Jimmy, insulin shock
causes the patient

to revert backwards through
every stage of evolution.

At the dictates
of his shocked brain

'his human body
attempts to simulate'

all the actions and mannerisms
of each successive step.

Back through the ape, the bird,
lizard, fish and so forth.

This abnormal effort..

...involves the most..

...all the most
horrible convulsions.

Nice work, Mary.

It was easy enough
to switch places with Irene

she was dying to get
the night off.

Look, Jimmy, I haven't said
a word about this to anyone.

You know I wouldn't.

But are you sure
you want to do this?

Now, we've been
all through that before.

No, we haven't.

Are you doing this
because of Gregory Lane?

None of this is Lane's fault.

Nothing more than that?

Mary, there's a man in there

and if his particular problem
isn't solved by tomorrow

he stands a good chance
of being a miserable object

the rest of his life.

Tomorrow's Friday

and I have to find out
what that means to him

before it's too late.

Here we go.

I don't know a thing
about this insulin business.

Well, you know
that a terrific shock

will sometimes
drive a person crazy.

An overdose of insulin
apparently works

just the reverse.

The tremendous shock it gives

seems to drive the crazed brain
back to sanity.

Suppose he dies?

Let's try supposing he'll live.

But what about you
if he does die?

Get his arm ready.

How long does it take?

- Five hours.
- Five hours?

Two and a half hours.

Well, it ought to be
at least two hours more

before the effects
have penetrated

into the deepest
part of the brain.

How will we be able to tell?

If I'm right, his actions
ought to tell us.

You see, the, the theory
is that..

...buried deep in the human
brain is the primitive brain

of our earliest ancestors.

The action of the insulin
on that basic part

must be what restores
the patient's sanity.

Of course, what actually
happens, no one knows.

Here it comes, Mary.

It's working.

You see?

The brain is starting
to travel backwards.

The body is compelled to follow.

The hands are beginning
the first primitive movements.

'It's as an ape
might cling to a tree.'

The motions are a necessary
part of the process.

The body is desperately
trying to obey

the impossible commands
of the brain.

You see? All the thousands
of years of human evolution.

Progress so frantically fighting.

The muscles must obey.

The brain is saying,
"You're no longer a man.

You're an animal."

The pupils are dilated.

Pulse is increasing.

- Dr. Kildare.
- What do you want?

There's been a change
of nurses in this case

without my knowledge or permission.

I did that.

Dr. Kildare, what you're doing
with this patient

is between you
and your conscience.

Or between you and Dr. Carew
which might be worse.

Molly, please.

Personally, I think you
were born to be hanged.

Do you think she'll tell anybody?

Mary, the pillow.
Watch his head.

Jimmy, how long do these
convulsions keep up?

It may get less.
It may grow worse.

We won't know
until the fourth hour.

How long has it been
since he's moved?

Over an hour.

Well, it's-it's time.

Glucose and tube ready?

Glucose?
Yes.

Temperature.

This can't be right!

Eight six? No-nobody
can live at that temperature.

Eighty six!

It seems impossible, but it's true.

These cases can
survive temperatures

that otherwise
would mean certain death.

No reaction to light.

Latent corneal reflexes sluggish.

Ready with the glucose?
Give me the tube quickly.

His brain is completely released.

If we let him stay too long
we'll never get him out of it.

Why doesn't he move?

It'll take a little while
for him to absorb the glucose.

The insulin's burned out
every bit of sugar in his body.

- The glucose will restore it.
- Then what?

Well, the miracle of insulin shock
is that one minute you have this

and the next minute,
if you're lucky

you have a sane
and normal person.

But, but if he doesn't
come out of it..

...then we'll have killed him.

Can you hear me?
How are you?

'How do you feel?'

Oh, if I only knew his name.

Listen, it's Friday.

- Jimmy, he's dead!
- Quiet!

Can you hear me?
How are you?

Can you hear me?
How are you?

Can you hear me?
How are you?

Can you hear me?
How are you?

Can you hear me?
How are you?

Alright, I guess.

Milk and jelly sandwiches
right away, please.

- Jelly sandwiches?
- Jelly sandwiches and milk.

Nothing else.
Right away.

Yes, doctor.
Yes, doctor!

There.

There you..

Feel more like yourself now?

I feel fine.

Head hurts a little.

Well, under the circumstances,
that's hardly surprising.

You remember me, don't you?

Yes, you're..

...you're the doctor
who wanted to..

...operate on me
after I was hurt.

That's right.

You feel able to answer
a few questions?

Mm-hmm.

Jelly sandwiches.

Jelly sandwiches!

Do you want the jelly
inside the sandwiches

or do you want it on the outside?

- Oh, that's ridiculous.
- Not in this crazy place.

I make coffee for the king,
he raises my salary.

I make coffee for the general

he kisses me on both cheeks.

I make coffee for Molly Byrd

she sends for my relatives.

Take them away.

He's fine now, Mary.

Just give him that food and don't let
anyone talk to him until I get back.

Back? Where are you going?

I've got the answer
to this whole business.

The thing that was locked up
in his poor, twisted brain.

Now, listen, Mary, there's
no time to explain now.

But remember one thing.

No one's to see him,
and no one's to talk to him.

Because if anyone
questions him before I get back

it's liable to ruin everything.

- Do you understand that?
- Yes, doctor.

I know.

Good evening, nurse.

Miss, uh, Miss Lamont, isn't it?

I want to examine your patient.

- Well, uh--
- The hour may be a bit unusual.

But this is a very unusual case.

Uh, and, uh, while I'm in there

you might get me a little
bicarbonate of soda?

I've, uh, I've just
come from a doctor's banquet.

Dr. Carew, the patient
mustn't be disturbed.

- Indeed? Who said so?
- Doctor..

Dr. Hepworth, the staff
physician on the case.

Oh, that's alright.

I spoke with Hepworth
at seven o' clock

told him I was coming in.

Yes, but, uh...
he came back after that.

But Hepworth told me he wasn't
coming back until morning.

What is this?

I just left Hepworth
at the banquet.

Well, it must've been
some other doctor.

What other doctor?

Well, I don't know his name.

It's quite obvious something
untoward is going on here.

I intend to find out for myself.

Well, well, well, well, well.

- Wait outside, Conover.
- Yes, sir.

Why, Walter, you look
positively beautiful.

This is not the time
or place for jokes, Leonard.

Well, you must've been
joking just now when I came in.

Wasn't he, Mary?

Leonard, in order
to testify properly

before the hospital board
I must have complete knowledge

of this patient's condition.

Well, that's not
unreasonable, Mary.

But, Dr. Gillespie, the patient
mustn't be disturbed.

It couldn't be that
Dr. Kildare told you

not to let anybody in, could it?

I don't know a thing, and if
I did, I wouldn't tell you.

I better go in and find out.

No, no, wait a minute.

Come on, Mary,
you might as well tell us.

Otherwise, Dr. Carew will have
the right to go in there.

That's just what Jimmy
wants to avoid, isn't it?

Dr. Kildare administered
insulin shock.

I-I can't believe it!

And he did a magnificent job of it.

I'll believe that
when I examine the patient.

Ah-h! Walter, I wouldn't go
in there if I were you.

I know I wouldn't and I was
was practicing medicine

when they were telling you to
keep your thumb out of your mouth.

- Where is Jimmy?
- I don't know.

This is the most outrageous
thing I've ever heard.

Oh, you ain't heard nothing yet.

What's the last thing Kildare said?

"Give him the jelly sandwiches

and don't let anyone near him
until I get back."

Jelly sandwiches?

Of course, jelly sandwiches.

You're a doctor, remember?

In spite of that outfit.

Jelly sandwiches are exactly
the right thing

to increase the sugar content.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
jelly sandwiches.

Oh, make it peanut butter
if you want

only let's get on with it.
What else, Mary?

That's all I know,
except the patient in there

is as sane as you are.

Me or Carew.

Dr. Kildare.

Dr. Kildare, you're suspended
from further duty

Just one moment.

Nurse, has anyone been in that room?

Not a living soul, doctor.

And you're not going in till
I know all about this.

No, I know, but... Mrs. Adams is.

She has a legal right
to see her husband.

Will you come in now, please?

Look, everything's
going to be alright.

If you'll just remember.

Oh, my dear.

I've come back, Henry, back to stay.

If can just stay everything
will be alright now.

Now, Kildare, just to satisfy
the curiosity

of a senile old man..

No, make it two senile old men.

That'll take you in, Walter.

Of course, the treatments
will have to be continued.

Adams has been
a mental case for months.

The result of a separation
from his wife.

Oh, you don't have to hit me
over the head with a bottle.

I know the rest of it, too.

Yes, it seems his wife
had sent him a letter

suggesting a reconciliation.

And Friday was the day
they were to meet.

Walter, it wouldn't surprise
me if you could see

through the holes
in a ten foot ladder.

Jimmy, how long did he wait
for her to come back?

About five years, Mary.

Well, at least I think
it's been established

that Dr. Lane's operation
did not cause schizophrenia.

Or do I have to hit you over
the head with a bottle?

What can I say?
I've been wrong.

Sometimes I wish that anybody
but me was running this hospital.

Walter, in the boss' job even
when you're right, you're wrong.

Thanks, Leonard.

Regardless of the hour

I shall go immediately
to Dr. Lane and offer him

my personal
and professional apologies,

which will make me very happy.

Well, that's fine, 'cause
Dr. Kildare's working for you

beginning tomorrow morning.

'Working for me?'

Yes, Kildare.
I warned you.

You're no longer my assistant.

You're fired.

'Now, come on, Walter.'

This has been a nice little case

but there are million people
in New York that need doctors.

After we get a little sleep,
we can help them.

Yes, but... Leonard

half the time I don't know
whose side you're on.

Well, three quarters of the
time, I don't know myself.

Jimmy, did you hear what he said?

It just doesn't make sense.

Oh, let's not talk about it now.

But all your plans,
all you'd hoped to do.

Say, I have half a notion to go up

and give that rambunctious
old fossil a piece of my mind.

Keep your shirt on, Mary.

Oh, you men make me tired.

What is it, Jimmy?

You asked me how long
he waited for her.

Yes. Five years.

Mary, the reason I've never said
anything to you about... anything

is because, I didn't think
it's fair to even ask you

if you'd be willing to wait
as long as we'd have to wait.

Perhaps, I'm going too fast.

There's good-looking guy in this
hospital named Gregory Lane

who's in fine favor
with the powers that be

and has a lot of money.

Well, maybe we can find
a nice girl to introduce him to.

Oh, then I presume
we're engaged to be married.

Jimmy, I saw the look
on Mrs. Adam's face.

Five years are going
to be just nothing.

Well, then, will you
wait just five minutes?

I'll be right back.

'Well, now where are you going?'

I'm going to give that
rambunctious old fossil

a piece of my mind.
Hold everything.

I suppose, you thought
I was going to take that

crack of yours lying down.

Nine goes on the ten.

And isn't it nice to be alone.

Well, I want to tell
you something.

You can't fire me,
because I won't be fired.

And if you do fire me,
I won't stay fired.

Ooh, the lone ranger, huh?

Hi-ho, silver.

You make me feel like a fool.

Ah! You said you
were going to make a fool

of yourself, didn't you?

Who was it said you have to have
an instinct for diagnosis

and the courage to follow it up?

I did.

Well, every instinct
I had told me

that Dr. Lane was a good surgeon.

Why, you little pipsqueak!

If it hadn't been for me

'you wouldn't have
got to first base.'

- You?
- 'Yes, sir.'

Who was it that had you notified
that you were behind in surgery?

Mahatma Gandhi?

'Who was it had you
assigned to Dr. Lane?'

Little Red Riding Hood?

Who gave Dr. Hepworth
the tickets to that banquet?

Santa Claus?

No, lamebrain.

Even you couldn't have gotten
away with that insulin business

without my full authority
back of you all the time.

Of course, Molly Byrd
helped a bit.

She made me drink two
quarts of milk. Ew!

- You're still fired.
- Why?

Well, because you're not
always going to be lucky.

Someday some of those
fantastic crusades of yours

are going to kick back
on you and crucify you.

And then what'll be the good..

Thank you.

Then what'll be the use
of my teaching my job

to a man who's going to end up

by having his head nailed
on London Bridge.

Funny, you never think of that
once you get started.

Young Dr. Kildare,
you've got a single-track mind.

Leonard, I'm trying to be like you.

There's only one man
in the world like me. Me.

Well, I wish you'd act
more like it sometimes.

Boy, I haven't made a mistake
since 1926, except you.

Now, what about Dr. Lockberg?

Well, what about Dr. Lockberg?

I saw him last night,
five o'clock.

- You made the appointment.
- Mm-hmm.

And instead of letting
him examine you

you spent the entire time

teaching him to play
double solitaire

and smoking cigarettes.

Well, Jimmy,
suppose I promise you to see

Lockberg three times a week
and you can stay in the room.

Eh, that is, provided
you'll promise

not to make a fool of yourself
more than three times a year.

Why do you think I came up here?

Why do you think
I've been waiting up here

all dressed up in tight pants.

Jimmy, for the love of Pete,
give me a cigarette, will you?

Well..

Guess, there's only one
thing left to do now

and that's tell
Dr. Lane about Adams.

I-I'll go do that now.

Oh, no, no, no.

That'll keep until tomorrow.

Oh, no, it won't either.
Lane's waiting in his room.

I telephoned him when I left
for Mrs. Adams.

Well, I'll go along with you.

Well, I think you better not.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Conover!

Conover! Where is that
sleepy rascal?

Well, I'll give you a hand.

Unless you'd rather not.

No, no, no. Go, go ahead, Jimmy.

Push.

As long as I know you're back there
I know you're not in any mischief.

Oh, I could see
the whole thing coming.

The trouble with you is, Jimmy

you got one of those
honest faces.

Man can look at you
and almost tell exactly

what you're thinking.

Well, I'm different.

Poker face Gillespie,
they call me.

Know everything and show
nothing. That's me.

It's like a sixth sense.

I can tell exactly what's
going on all the time.

'Behind my back
or through a stone wall.'

'For instance,
at this moment, Jimmy, '

You're wishing you could shake
me and join that Lamont girl.

Isn't that what you're thinking?

Isn't that what you're thinking?

Answer me!

No, boss, it ain't.