All language subtitles for Dr. Kildare S01E18 The Search.mkv

How many fingers do you see, honey?

Three, I think.

Or four.

I can't tell.

Have you taken a spinal tap yet? Oh, no,
Dr. Treadman. I called you as soon as I

noticed the eye signs.

Ticklish, eh?

Dr.

Kildare, ambulance call.

Am I up?

You're so popular.

There's no perceptible loss of
sensation, Doctor.

Okay, Laura.

Swallow a little sip, please, if you
can.

It hurts.

We'd better get her up to pediatrics
with us right away.

Shake a leg, Doc. Where you been?

I'll stop for a shoe shine. Let's get
going.

Are you Laura's mother?

Yes, Mrs. Parlin. When did she have her
last polio shot?

Polio?

A couple of years ago, I think.

You think?

Doctor. But polio, that's cured.

Cured, huh?

You think that... Tony.

Mrs. Prowling, you may sit low enough,
if you'd like, if you'd come with me.

Oh, Dr. Shea.

Gentlemen, what do you make of the girl?
Come in here.

Why didn't you give that kid her polio
shots?

Oh, is that why you dragged me in here?
I'm asking you why you didn't. Because

she didn't come in for them, that's why.
Okay, doctor?

Okay? You're her doctor. Don't you care
about your patients?

Oh, so now nobody else cares.

Nobody but you.

Well, listen, doctor, one of these days
you're going to have to leave this nice

antiseptic womb of a hospital, and when
you do, you're going to find certain

things in medical practice that you've
missed. I'm getting very tired of

evasions and excuses about how tough
medicine is every time I ask why a

is brought into this hospital who
shouldn't be here in the first place.

wise guy.

All you've got are two interns and a
floor full of nurses on duty 24 hours a

day. Well, when I do get out of here, I
hope I never learn to practice medicine

from 10 to 4.

And to turn it off when it's
inconvenient.

I am tired of listening to you blowing
off.

And I'm going to see to it that nobody
else has to.

And for your information, I scheduled
that girl for her polio shots. Her

never even bothered to call in and
cancel the appointment.

Well, then why didn't you call back?

Again and again and again.

Doctor!

Suspected paralytic polio, Bobar. Oh?

P -A -R -L -I -N.

You ought to see him when he's angry.

Well, I saved my bedside manner for
patience.

And, uh, a certain lady intern. But I
don't have her address.

Um, 1427 Venata Street.

You won't have long to wait.

Another baby saved from a metered birth.
We'll have to license taxi drivers.

This isn't the first day of spring or
something, is it? Nope.

What did you bring in?

Right behind me.

Something interesting?

You're not even going to get a beep at
this one. I'm sending you straight to

neurology. Call this into public health
for me, will you please? Suspected

paralytic polio. Bulbar.

And what'd I get?

belly aches, nose bleeds, and impatient
babies.

Squeeze my fingers as hard as you can.

Hard as you can.

That's good.

Now, you see this buzzer?

If you can't swallow or you start to
choke, don't be afraid.

You just press this buzzer real hard. Do
you hear?

Don't let go of that till the nurse
comes.

Okay.

We almost got complete ophthalmoplegia
in Miss Elstead. Now, what about the

girl?

Diplopia noticeable from the preliminary
exam.

Sorry, I'm late.

Dr. Willard Wright with the U .S. Public
Health Service. Dr. Treadman. Doctor.

Hi. You're the resident on pediatrics?
Yes.

I'm with medical intelligence.

The local boys asked me to fly down here
when they got word of your two cases.

I had a call from Dr. Shea. I want to
talk to you this afternoon in my office.

I expected you would.

Now, what do you think?

Doesn't look like polio anymore, does
it?

We should get a history of what they ate
yesterday.

The woman's been semi -comatose ever
since I brought her in.

The normal spinal fluid militates
against polio or encephalitis.

The eye signs might suggest
encephalitis, but both these patients

No sensory loss, no meningeal signs, no
mental clouding in the girl. Everything

points to a toxin rather than an
infection as the cause of this muscle

Doctor, I believe we are dealing with
botulism food poisoning.

Never seen a case of that outside the
books.

I have.

Outbreak back east ran me ragged. Twenty
-two people at a neighborhood block

party. We got an antitoxin into four of
them the first day.

All the rest died.

Do we have antitoxin?

Not at hand. There may be a supply in
Denver.

No. Fable Pharmaceutical and Drug
Chicago.

That's the nearest. Has enough.

Enough?

There's seldom one or two isolated cases
of botulism. That bacteria is growing

right now in some kind of canned food.

Almost certainly home canned or
processed by amateurs.

The regular commercial canners take such
precautions, it's almost impossible it

came from them. But the stuff's
somewhere.

Maybe plenty of it. People eat three
times a day. And one teaspoon is all it

takes to kill. Get the picture?

Yes, we get the picture.

I'll call the laboratory.

A suggestion, Doctor?

Yes.

Have them run it to the CO of the naval
air station there. I'll call them and

tell them to fly it here.

All right.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

You, uh...

You got pulled with the Navy?

The commanding officer over there was my
commanding officer during the war. He

caught some shrapnel. I'm the only one
who knows where the wound is.

That's handy.

Hey, we need a food history badly.

Would you try to find out everything you
can from the girl I've got around?

Yeah.

I told you to have lunch with me.

Just like Mother used to make.

Listen, by the way, your personal
nutrition stinks, even for a doctor. I

you, too.

I'm serious. You'd still be on rounds if
I hadn't dragged you away with the

sheer power of my feminine wiles.

Well, at the moment, I'm only interested
in what those two patients ate that

poisoned them.

Laura Parlin's your patient.

Now, let the public health people take
over the rest. It's not your worry.

You mind if I disagree?

I mind. I got a right to.

Lay off, will you?

Tony, I love you.

Can't you tell me what's wrong?

Too many Humpty Dumpties I can't put
back together again, I guess.

Too many people who shouldn't be sick in
the first place.

Coffee party?

No, pull up a chair, Jim.

You hear about our angry young man this
morning? There were rumors.

Good news travels fast.

Two months of residency to go. You think
we can pull him through in one piece?

He'll last.

I don't know about Blair.

Assuming he and Gillespie sign a mutual
non -aggression pact.

That'll be the day.

Think of the problems of setting him up
in private practice.

Stagnant.

Maybe he should be kept in a cage the
first year or so.

Treat patients through iron bars. With a
sign, danger highly inflammable.

Well, I was thinking more in the lines
of, please don't feed the bears.

You'll have a suite of offices with
three rooms for the patients to wait in

they can get nervous. Yes, and they
should be furnished in that early

Gothic. Two homespun. He's a modern
doctor.

Chinese? No, catches the dust.

I know.

Danish, modern.

No, but not so posh that he'll be
accused of overcharging.

Yeah, but fancy enough to keep the kid's
feet off.

Well, I can see him now.

Golf on his afternoon off, OB cases
permitting.

Eight o 'clock sharp at the hospital.

Ten o 'clock sharp, he turns the knob of
his office door.

No miserable hours.

Just the healthy routine of day in, day
out medicine.

Ten, fifteen years, it might make a
human being out of him. If you're lucky.

Ten or fifteen years.

Ten or fifteen years digging the ruts
deeper and deeper.

Trying to turn it off when it's
inconvenient.

Darling Tony, we were only joking.

I know, Liz.

I guess I'm just not in a joking mood.

It's just an occupational hazard, Liz.

personal relationships are rough for
doctors completing residencies.

Yes.

That goes for both sides of the
relationship.

Yes.

Yes, it is true that an official of the
United States Department of Public

Health is Ed Blair General.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'm perfectly
willing to discuss the reason for his

being here and provide you with the
facts, if you will use your discretion

reporting them to your newspapers.

Dr. Rison of Medical Intelligence is at
Blair because we have two patients

suffering from botulism poisoning.

Botulism? That comes from poisoned food?

Yes, it is a form of food poisoning.

Can it be fatal, sir? It can be.

However, antitoxin is being flown here
in sufficient quantities to meet any

emergency. Sufficient quantities?

You mean there might be many more cases
in the city?

It's possible, but it is not probable.

The botulism toxin is usually traceable
to home canning.

We have two cases here, a child and a
young woman.

When or if the young woman recovers
sufficiently to be questioned, we can

the suspected food and treat other
persons who may have eaten any of it.

Meanwhile? There is no cause for general
alarm.

Please reflect that in anything you may
print.

Both patients are under treatment.

And as soon as the young woman can
communicate, we'll be able to go into

Hi. Did you fall through?

Come up with anything?

Nothing. The girl can't control her
throat muscles enough to even whisper.

Pharyngeal paralysis.

She well enough to try writing down what
she ate? Well enough, not old enough.

The landlady told me the girl ate at a
party the music teacher gave. That's all

she knew.

Nuts.

We'll have to find out who else was
there and every single thing they ate.

I'd better call neurology. Tell them to
let us know as soon as this elephant can

talk. The only hope we have left.

Stop there already.

This elephant is dead.

show up, put them on a 5 % glucose
solution until the antitoxin arrives.

Come in.

Yes.

Sit down.

Well, notify me personally if any
admittance shows a remotest sign of

Right.

Time for my bi -monthly chewing out?

This complaint of Dr. Shays isn't the
first, as we all well know.

Mayor Cooper?

Where do you intend to go if you
complete your residency here?

I hadn't decided.

Since the first day you entered this
hospital, there have been complaints

you.

From the administrative staff, from the
doctors, the nurses, and the patients.

This is one too many.

Because I had the effrontery to tell off
a doctor who doesn't care a rap about

his patients?

You're not the only man in the world
who's aware of human misery.

A doctor has to adjust to the reality
that he cannot administer personally to

the entire human race. I'm aware of
that.

I don't think you are.

Dr. Gillespie, I... We'll put off this
discussion until we're out of the woods

on this botulism situation.

Until then, I'm going to turn over your
awards to other doctors on the staff.

Oh, the girl said to barge right in. All
right.

Any progress?

Not from here.

Every angle we've come up with so far
has drawn a blank.

Until someone tells us what was eaten
and who else ate it, we're helpless.

I'm going over to Miss Elstead's
apartment, nose around.

That's all I've got.

Could you use another body?

Sure.

I assume that's permissible, Dr.
Gillespie, since I can be spared from

pediatrics?

Good luck.

You know where this is?

Come on.

Up on. Up on where?

On the back.

What do you mind?

This thing would shake me up and down
like a cocktail shaker.

Taxi. You could use it.

Muscle. Solid muscle, Doctor.

1427 Banana Street.

Do you have a duplicate key for this
apartment?

You can keep this one. Thanks.

Reminder for the milkman.

Laundry ticket.

Recipe for lasagna.

Lasagna, huh?

Hungry, Tony?

Not very, thanks.

Looks like home -jarred string beans.

That's it.

Can't tell except from a lab test.

Botulinus bacteria only grows after
improper canning, right?

Almost always homemade stuff, but the
lab will tell us.

Don't take chances, huh?

Can't. I've got a soft spot in my heart
for neat housewives.

I don't care if her living room looks
like an antique shop with a fire sale,

just so long as she keeps nice, neat
leftovers.

Hey, look.

The party menu.

Bless her.

There's got to be something on there,
because that's the only time they ever

together. Lasagna, asparagus, garbanzos.
String beans.

Hey, the names of the guests there?

I don't see any.

How about the list of her pupils?

No.

Why those?

Specialty items.

Not the work of regular commercial
canners. For a start... We'll grab all

like these off the shelves, wherever she
bought them.

They look harmless.

Maybe they are.

Something wasn't.

Excuse me, but what did I do?

Nothing, Mr. Maffio, nothing.

You know, three weeks ago, the inspector
was there, eh?

No, two semanas.

No, three.

Three.

Excuse me. Can I see your identification
card once more, please?

I'm not a health inspector, Mr. Maffeo.

Oh.

What do you think you pull around here,
huh?

Some specialty items on your shelves
might contain botulinus toxin.

No, everything is Italian over here. No,

no, no, you don't understand.

It's poison.

Poison?

Here's a mushroom spaghetti sauce.

And I got a couple of others up here.

Mushroom and spaghetti sauce.

He's got a plum tomato. And you call
this a poison? You call this a poison?

Look, Mr. Matthew, I want you to listen
carefully to what I'm going to tell you.

I want you to keep these off the shelves
until you hear from me.

Well, excuse me, but sometimes the
customers come here to ask who I am. I'm

sorry I have to do this.

But I'll get them to the lab and I'll
get a report back in the morning if I

get these samples to them.

Just tell them the truth. Tell them
you're only trying to protect them.

Do you have any trouble swallowing?

I can't hardly at all.

Antitoxin.

I want to have a respirator standing by.

Did you go to a party yesterday at a
woman's apartment named Elstead?

I ate my kid there.

You mind reading that?

No, but I'm glad I guessed right.

Do you know the names of the other
guests?

All of them?

may be able to save their lives.

On the local scene, an outbreak of
dreaded botulism food poisoning

the city today when two cases, one
fatal, were reported by Blair General

Hospital.

While a massive supply of antitoxin was
made available, Dr. Willard Rison of the

United States Public Health Service
pointed out there is no cause for panic.

The contaminated food was found to have
been served at a small party, said Dr.

Rison. All the other people present have
already been contacted and given the

antitoxin. While a jar of home -canned
string beans is suspected to be the

specific cause of poison, all other food
items served at the party will be kept

off grocery shelves for 18 hours, needed
for conclusive laboratory tests.

A near tragedy of major proportions,
hopefully averted.

Long distance.

Relax.

The operator will let me know when the
three minutes are up.

Yeah. The local office.

Huh?

Aunt Bush, dear.

Yeah, I miss you, too.

Okay, operator. Okay.

Yeah. Goodbye.

I'm getting too old. for all this
running around.

While you were guessing, I called the
hospital. No new cases.

Good. I think we've got it left.

Everybody at the parties had the
antitoxin.

The lab is testing all the food that was
on the party menu.

When are they going to give us a report?

Oh, any time now. I left this number.

Oh, that wife of mine.

If I take a plane, it's going to crash.

A train, it's going to be a collision.

A boat, It's kind of sinking.

Well, they tell me that's one of the
joys of wedded bliss.

I figured you for a bachelor.

Too independent.

I miss her, too.

Why don't you... Why don't you just
settle down in a local office like this?

Medical intelligence too much fun?

remember 10 years ago when old doc
norson lined up the bunch of young

that volunteered for his special unit of
public health service he spotted me

pointed his bony finger at me and said
you got all fat one this is work for

young men not easy no fun you ready for
that i said what are we gonna do

everything autumn fallout Dope, rabies,
tuberculosis, everything.

You're gonna be part doctor, part
bloodhound, part cop, part garbage man.

Do you know something?

I think he was wrong, Tony.

And you were right just now.

For me, it's... It's always been fun.

And you know something?

You're a born public servant.

Why do you say public servant as if it
was in quotes?

As my public.

Protected by cops.

Victims of crooks.

Wooed by politicians.

Just people.

Well, every doctor serves people.

One way or another.

It's not the same.

Too many lollipops.

Scarred faces from an auto wreck.

That's when they need you, doctor.

Holding their hands, patching them up
after they're sick.

That's not my kind of medicine.

Counsel prevention, huh?

My work takes me all over the world.

Not many people shake my hand and say
thanks, doc.

No proud mamas, pointed kids say.

Old Doc Rison patched them up.

But I got better money.

Down there.

Everywhere.

Unknowing, uncaring men.

Women and kids that never got sick.

Because of me.

That takes me off the soapbox.

Doc Rison.

Yeah, shoot.

What? You sure?

I'll be right over.

Lab? We've had it.

Right back where we started from.

They tested every item we brought in for
botulism. None of them poisonous.

luckier than Miss Elstead. Which one got
the string beans?

This one over here.

Looked like a vegetarian to me.

Impossible.

You must have forgotten one of the
samples we gave you.

Do your patients question your work,
doctor?

I don't laugh it up while I'm trying to
find out what's wrong with them. Relax,

Treadman. Thanks.

Jump out of your shining armor for a
minute and cool off. What do you

We're stuck.

I suggest we get some sleep.

You just gave me a big pitch about how
much you care for people. Is that how

care?

What do you recommend, wise guy?

That we go running around the city half
-cocked looking for some kind of food we

don't know?

Or ask anybody we bump into on the
street if they ate any botulinus toxin

lately? Okay, we mark time.

We go to sleep.

What miracle happens in the morning?

None.

We start from scratch.

And we beat the bushes until something
turns up.

That's a lot better than two quack
doctors yelling at each other because

too pooped to think straight.

Want to help or not?

What time?

Call me at 7, LaSalle Hotel.

I'll be there at 7.

Threadman.

You're not a bad guy.

But when I was your age, anyone, anyone
talked to me the way you just did, and

I'd have belted them right in the
kisser.

Lizzie? Hi.

I thought you'd be coming off now.
Hello, Tony.

How's the Portland girl?

She's out of the respirator, holding her
own.

Any new cases?

How'd you do?

Batting zero.

You hungry?

Is that an invitation?

Well, hop on. I'll fix you something.

Free?

Well, there might be some strings
attached.

Eggs okay?

Sure, let me do them. No, don't bother.

Now, didn't you know that the man is
supposed to sit with his feet up while

woman slaves over the hot stove?

Female propaganda.

The soup du jour is chicken noodle.

Cream of chicken.

You sure are the most untidy man I know.
Now, how can you live this way?

Work.

A place to eat and sleep.

Luxuries are only needed from habit.

Oh, I'm afraid work doesn't satisfy my
female instincts for luxury.

Are you satisfied otherwise, Liz?

Hospital's no vine -covered cottage.

Unappreciative residents aren't exactly
the patter of little feet, but

otherwise, yes.

And you?

Afraid not.

I thought medicine was supposed to be
like virtue, its own reward.

But no reward?

Not from treating wards full of kids
after the damage is done.

Sympathy's a lousy anesthetic for pain,
Liz.

What? Tony, maybe it's that there are
other things besides work.

Besides, sure.

But not in place of.

Soup's hot.

You're the guest.

Don't throw that out.

What am I going to do with it? Well,
they're perfectly good leftovers.

Better than the doctor's dining room.

Here. Well, maybe. It's better than half
a portion of this and two teaspoons of

that. You really do need somebody to
look after you.

Do you need a wipe?

Well,

I never was very subtle with you, was I,
Tony?

leftovers. Leftovers!

Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.

No, no.

Tell me at Blair.

I might be awake by then.

Goodbye.

Did I say this business was fun?

I ought to have my head examined.

Liz, uh... I'm sorry.

Elizabeth gave me the idea he might have
suffered.

He poured some leftover soup into a
messy jar and found it on the shelf.

wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

Something else was in the jar before the
string beans. Right.

The beans tested non -toxic, but
something originally in that jar was

consumed at the party, leaving a handy
container for leftovers.

Not much of whatever it was. Not enough
for anybody to remember, even. No, it's

probably not even on the menu.

But that party was the only time all
those people ate the same food.

After you, Sherlock.

Do I get a prize, Doctor?

You bet, if you give us the answers.

Oh, boy.

Now, I'll read you a list of all the
food at the party, and you tell me

I leave out, okay?

Fruit salad.

Olives.

Lasagna.

With sausage.

Lasagna with sausage.

Attagirl, you catch him if he misses
anything at all.

Gabonzos.

String beans.

Asparagus.

Pickles.

Salad with mayonnaise dressing.

Angel food cake.

What did he miss, Laura?

Nothing. That was easy.

He gave me all the answers.

You sure, honey?

It's very important that we know.

I'm sure.

Miss Elstead gave me a prize for
helping.

She did?

She let me have another piece of cake.

Oh.

Well, I won't forget.

As soon as you're well again.

It was good.

Especially the icing.

She even let me eat the decor... You
know, on top.

The decoration?

The decoration on top?

It was apricot.

Half apricot.

Apricot halves?

On top of the cake?

Sure. I got the last one.

How many apricot halves in a small mason
jar?

Just enough to decorate a cake.

But where did she get them?

And how many more jars are there?

I must be back at the hotel. That's a
fine place to leave a key.

How did I know we'd need it? Stop
bellyaching and let's get over there.

on. Break it in?

Well, if your public health service
won't pay for it, I will. Let's go.

Can't you remember what it said? No!
Some kind of note about apricots, I

and it had an address on it.

Here it is. I've got it.

Well, come on, come on, read it.

See, apartment 320 West 3rd Avenue.

Thank Anna Apricot.

You know where it is? Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

How did I manna?

How do you know me? They told us
downstairs.

You knew Miss Elstead?

Sure I know her.

Come in, please.

Thank you.

She come, we talk all the time, and she
go downstairs to my door shop.

Did you give her some apricots?

Let me see.

She came last Thursday.

No, it was Wednesday.

Or Monday.

I cannot remember.

But I think it was Wednesday because
that's the time when I make biscotti for

the church.

You know, they have a thing every year
to raise money for the school.

But you did give her some apricots.

Sure, like I tell you.

It was Wednesday, I think.

We talk and she say she's going to have
a party for some children she teach.

So I say, what can I give you myself
that she's so nice?

And then I tell her there is an
apartment empty just around the corner.

You canned them yourself, the apricots?

You can get no fruit like that in those
four.

I picked them all myself at my son's. He
got a place in the country.

Do you have... Beautiful, nice, big
fruit for on top of the cake, you know?

Do you have any jars left?

You want some?

We'll look.

I got here in the closet.

I got, um...

Seven, eight left.

How many did you make?

Twelve. They nice?

Yeah. Where are the other jars?

I gave away.

To who?

What do you mean, to who?

Look, it's very important that we know
who you gave the other jars to.

Well, to Miss Elstead, one.

That's nine.

Lady next door.

Now, who did you give the other two to?

To my son.

It was his apricot.

I'll check next door.

Anna, we're going to have to take these
jars. Do you have a box I can put them

in? Why?

Who said you can take my epica? I'll
explain later.

Did your son have a telephone in the
country?

Sure, I get it. But first you tell me
why you won't take my fruit.

This fruit wasn't canned properly, Anna.

It's deadly poison.

For a dozen jars of apricots.

Yeah, all right.

You know something, Tony?

I'm beat.

You know something?

I'm wide awake.

I feel like I've had a shot of
adrenaline.

That's not adrenaline, doctor.

Actually, that's pure, unadulterated
satisfaction.

Hop in.

Uh -huh.

Yes, Laura's in good shape.

They did, huh? Is that Dr. Rice?

Six kids.

Hold on just a second, will you, Doc?

I just thought you might like to let him
know that you were right. The lab

report shows those apricots were loaded.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, Kildare just got the lab report.

Okay.

Same to you.

I'll see you soon.

Oh, did he find those other two jars?

Yeah, and he had to go all the way out
to the farm to do it.

Anna's son has six kids.

Can you imagine what would have happened
if they'd eaten that stuff?

Six kids.

They wouldn't have had Blair Hospital
handy.

Well, probably would have taken castor
oil.

But they didn't.

Well, good old Dr. Rison came through
again.

Would you like some coffee?

You think you can smuggle a resident on
suspension into the cafeteria?

Well, we'll bash you off as an intern,
and then you'll be completely anonymous.

What about your suspension?

Have you seen Gillespie?

My appointment's for four o 'clock this
afternoon.

You don't seem worried.

You know something, Doctor?

I'm looking forward to it.

You expect me to endorse this
application?

I'd appreciate it, yes, sir.

You want to join this medical
intelligence unit or you just can't take

Blair, which?

I can take anything, doctor.

I'm not giving enough at Blair. There's
nothing wrong with your medicine. It's

only the way you practice it. What is it
you're not giving us here?

Myself. I can't do anything halfway and
I can never totally commit myself to

pediatrics at Blair or any place else.

It seems you're like a round peg
bouncing from one square hole to

You're wrong, Doctor.

I finally found something I want to do
the rest of my life.

I not only want to do it, I have to do
it. I was under the impression that a

residency here was something you wanted
and had to do.

I thought so, but I was a fraud.

I kept seeing kids staring up at me,
trusting in me to make the hurt go away

when all I could do was try to repair
the damage after it was done.

I'm tired of treating people with a
couple of feces of medicine and a gallon

regret when they never should have been
sick in the first place.

I'm not going to treat the same
illnesses with different faces every

going to go out of here and I'm going to
do something about it.

You know, preventing suffering and
alleviating it are like the chicken and

egg. They're both vital.

But I'd have been a lousy pediatrician.

I'm glad you found something that you
wanted.

Thanks, Dr. Gillespie.

Good luck, Tony.

Thanks again.

It's a good thing there are a lot of
Gillespies around to take care of the

that'll slip through these fumbling
fingers.

What else can I say, Lizzie?

I'm not going to tell you that there's
been a lot of laughs. I'll see you

around.

No Danish modern, Tony?

Not for me.

No sign, please, don't feed the bears?
No.

No turning the same doorknob at the same
time... At the same place every day.

I couldn't, Liz.

Well, I'm not the first woman who's had
work for a rival.

But it's a question of degree.

Unfortunately for me, my work doesn't
come first.

Well, that's the way it should be for
most people.

Not you.

Dr. Kildare.

His motorcycle will come in handy. Those
medical intelligence guys really get

around.

You'll like that.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Make that a drink?