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Ellen!

Ellen, didn't you hear me?

This was in my top drawere.

You know how orphan socks drive me crazy.

Where's its mate?

I don't know, Mark.

I drop both socks down the laundry chute, the same as always.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

My favorite argyle caught between floors.

You live in a house for 27 years.

Finally, everything's working right.

Windows don't stick.

Thermostat's accurate within one degree.

And then, kaplooey, a 10-penny nail knocks everything out of whack.

Have you stopped taking my shirts to Linghop?

No.

This is for Stephen.

I want you to stop by the gender check mortuary on your way to the hospital.

Wasn't there a shirt with the suit I dropped off yesterday?

Yes.

I just can't seem to get this crease out.

Why are you ironing another shirt if Steven already has one?

The shirt you took over was a size 1533.

I'm afraid the collar will be too tight for Steven.

This is a 15 and a half 33.

Marine report says there's a low pressure system coming in from the north.

We're supposed to have scattered showers.

The sky looks clear to me.

It's going to be a beautiful day.

Well, you never can tell.

Meteorology is an elusive science.

You know, I think my umbrella is in the hall closet.

Watch the valley, Mellon.

Does this collar look scorched to you?

I have to get dressed.

The limousine will pick us up 30 minutes before the service.

I'll try to get home from the hospital as early as possible.

When you go to the mortuary, make sure that Mr. Gendersheck parts Stephen's hair on the correct side.

Ellen, it's going to be a closed casket funeral.

You do know which side Stephen parts his hair on, don't you, Mark?

Left.

No, the right.

This is scorched.

I have to wash another shirt.

Well, everybody better walk.

That's all.

Because I'm running on the bat side and I got my back to the wall.

Hey, Nick.

Hey, how you doing?

I'd like to make an appointment to see you.

Hey, Vince, make sure Nick's stuff is okay.

Two cameras, auto-focus and a built-in flash.

I'd just like to prove it to you.

Come on.

I gave you a hundred bucks for it for some blow.

Come on, man, you got your stuff, so what are you complaining about?

Stuff over to Tony's.

Had him test it on the hot box.

He told me it was 50% mannitol.

Hey, man, a hundred bucks is a lot of dough to drop on baby backs.

Hey, man, maybe total.

Tony stepped on your stuff when he was checking it out or something.

That's what I thought, too, until I found this in your room.

Manitoul, Nick.

I think you owe Tony an apology.

What is that?

That's Tony.

It's Tony's head.

That's not Tony's head.

Go ahead, look at it.

Look at it.

Look at it.

I don't want to look at it.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, so am I.

Hey, Vince, you want to hear something that's really going to blow your mind?

Look, man, I can make it up to you.

You know when you're cutting somebody's head off, you keep thinking, for like five, maybe ten seconds.

I'm sorry, let's get a shot of this for my scrapbook vids.

Then let's get this show on the road.

Come on, man, please.

Get on the table, Nick.

Stop it.

You fool around with me again, Nick, and you're gonna be a dead melon.

Come on.

Looked like you overshot the Mark, Coon.

No, the elevator was working fine until Dr. Axelrod got on a pediatric.

Yeah, well.

I didn't do anything.

When things are in motion, they tend to stay in motion when he comes along for the ride.

FYI, a fellow physician has recommended daily exercise and a responsible diet.

I've lost two and a half pounds, and already I feel more energetic and nimble.

You guys help me down?

Sure.

Don't let him fall on you.

Don't worry, Selma.

Uncle Carlton.

Move pianos.

Very funny.

Make all the fat jokes you want.

Marcy Iserberg and I have decided to diet.

By this time next month, we'll have our weight under control.

Which is more than you can say about your height.

Ha!

Ha!

I guess all fat people aren't jolly, huh?

Well, chances of B-Boy losing weight are a little slim, don't you think?

Oh, come on.

Give him a break.

I mean, if he really puts his mind to it.

Yeah, well, 50 bucks says this time next week he weighs the exact same.

Oh, being fat is a serious health threat, man.

I mean, there's nothing to make cheap bets about.

Double or nothing, man.

You don't understand, Cool.

A man's body is a temple.

Yeah, well, Axelrod's a temple.

Looks like a Quonset hut.

Money to do.

Checkers office.

Money to do.

Hello, Donald.

Hi, Tommy.

Tommy, you remember Dr. Auschlander?

Spending the day with you?

My sister-in-law, Constance, is picking him up later.

She's coming down from Lake Sunapee.

I'll take care of him for a while.

Donald, we're going to have a good climate for your proposal of today's board meeting.

How?

The agenda's light.

Good.

Good.

Have you had a chance to talk to that architect on remodeling for the new family clinic?

I thought I'd hold off on that until after the board votes.

I just want to get the deck running, you know what I mean?

Yeah, but we have to be prepared.

We have to be prepared for some compromise upstairs.

Daniel, our trustees are compassionate, intelligent people.

Now, if I can just make them understand what I saw over there in those relief camps, there won't be a compromise.

Can you believe this?

Two newspapers in Boston, one forecasting sunny and clear, the other one partly cloudy and a chance of rain.

We didn't expect to see you here today.

Well, I have a post-op patient in CCU.

Have either of you heard a forecast?

Something about sprinkles.

What the hell do we put satellites up there for?

You have to plan for a damn funeral, you know that?

Like it was a birthday party.

Choose a casket, burial clothes, what liquor to serve during calling hours.

Very well.

Get it over with and move on, right?

Mark, is there anything we can do for you?

I just want to know if I'll need an umbrella for my son's funeral.

That's very good.

I didn't know you played.

I'm a big Jethro Tull fan.

My father played clarinet.

I took up the flute because I couldn't get the hang of the liquor stick.

A regular virtuoso, huh?

Please, a beginner.

I'm the only person in my class over 12.

And I'm never gonna get on top of my trills.

Well, don't feel bad.

I flunked tournette in the fourth grade.

Listen, I was wondering, since we're going to be doing rotations together,

maybe we could have dinner?

Are you asking me out on a date?

No, absolutely not.

My interests are strictly professional.

The ins and outs of gynecology.

Forget it.

All we're talking about here is dinner and a movie.

There's a Bergman double bill at the Orson Welles Theater.

Why would anyone spend good money to sit through four hours of Swedish?

Well, because, much like myself, it's profound and deeply moving.

If you're college sophomore.

I think his films are duller than snap.

Besides, I have a recital.

See you later.

Dr. Turner.

Nice lady.

You should ask her out.

Why do you say that?

I don't know.

The two have a lot in common.

Both doctors, well-educated, black.

Now, what has that got to do with anything?

When was the last time you saw a white girl with a Carl Lewis haircut?

I'll bet she's great in the short heats.

So you're telling me I should stick to one of my own kind, is that it?

I'm just saying if I had the chance, I'd have her in the sack like a shot.

Besides, Phil, let's face it, you have a definite advantage.

You know how many times somebody's dragged me across a room in a cocktail party to meet the other black person there?

Like we're supposed to stand around and share in the black experience or something?

Race has nothing to do with it.

This woman is hot.

I never knew you were so bigoted.

Don't go out with Turner, okay?

Just forget I said anything.

Recital's at 8.

Community Music Center, 48 Warren Street, if you're interested.

Excuse me, madam.

My name is Douglas Wick.

Would it be possible to see a physician at your earliest convenience?

Yes, just fill out this form and someone will be with you in a moment.

Thanks ever so much.

Have a seat in the waiting room.

May I say that you look perfectly lovely in that frock?

Thank you.

You have to fill that up.

I say, smashing, eh, what?

Probably has a sticky wicket.

That's good.

We finally get someone in here with a sense of reading, decorum, who recognizes

a great-looking outfit when he sees it, and you have to take shots?

Helen, you English talk like you're civilized, but your country has 150 magazines devoted to spanking.

Why do you want a break?

Just leaving.

Come on, girl.

Are you feeling any better?

Let's take it easy.

How's your head?

A couple of second-all.

200 milligram caps, you got them.

Do you know how long you were unconscious?

A few minutes.

A few months, I don't know.

Do you know what day it is?

Yeah, it's the first day of the rest of my life.

What is this, a public opinion poll?

No, just a few questions to make sure nothing got knocked loose up there.

Do you know who the president is?

Yeah, Lee Iacocca.

Give me my cap.

Of the United States.

My lens cap.

It was my grandfather's.

He gave it to me for good luck.

I had it a minute ago.

All right, you tell me who the president is, and I'll help you look for your lens cap.

It's, uh, it's that old guy.

Fancy squeeze.

Close enough.

So you're a photographer?

Yeah, I specialize in nudes.

Is she interested?

How about a phone number so I can contact you folks?

Her dad.

I doubt they'll pick up.

Do you have a guardian?

Alpha, home for hoods.

It's in the book.

As for Schmitty, he's the renter dad in the daytime.

Pardon me, I'm feeling a mite claustrophobic in there.

Would it be terribly troublesome for me to open a window?

Oh, why don't you step outside for a minute?

.

Could you please call security?

Look at what you did.

I'm the one who's gotta clean it up.

Can you hold that for me?

Oh, darn, I forgot to write something in the patient's chart.

Never mind, I'll catch the next one.

Okay, okay.

Hubba hubba.

Wayne.

Stand here and talk to me for a second.

Ward 4.

I'm waiting for someone.

I want to ride in the elevator with Miss Teen Dream.

Who?

Nadine, the respiratory therapist, who's not wearing any underwear.

How can you tell?

Believe me, I've done my homework.

Nadine Aurora lives in Quincy.

Recently broke up with an RV salesman boyfriend named Scott.

He's a deep, breathy voice and a penchant for corny messages on her answering machine.

Have someone else set a picture.

Wayne, buddy, come on.

Stephen Craig's funeral is today.

This should be a time for sober reflection.

Okay, absolutely, absolutely.

I agree with you, you know.

I mean, there but for the grace of God goes me, okay?

My motto, Carpe Diem.

My favorite fish.

Look, I'm tired of standing around and watching my friends degrade themselves in empty, carnal pursuits.

Aren't we the disapproving Puritan all of a sudden?

What, are you boning up on Cotton Mather?

No, I spent a weekend watching Bobby Caldwell drench the bars on Cape COD.

Yeah.

Besides, she's wearing too much eyeshadow.

It's not possible.

Come on, this is a deep hunger.

We're talking a full-blown obsession.

I want to throw this girl down onto the cold linoleum and lick off her mascara.

You're a sledder, look.

Get a hold of yourself.

There we go.

Can I give you a hand with that?

Oh, why shouldn't I?

Okay.

Hey, you know, I was going to ride on down and get a cup of soup or something.

Care to join me?

Why not?

I could use something hot.

I told you I never wanted to see you at this hospital again, unless it was for a fundraiser.

I was brought here against my will.

You were brought here unconscious.

I was a little dizzy.

You had another heart attack.

That was ten days ago.

I feel fine now.

I didn't perform a triple bypass on you a year and a half ago because I needed to practice.

That surgery gave you a second chance, but you don't even care enough to look after yourself.

I'm the picture of health.

When did you start smoking again?

I don't smoke.

Your fingers are yellow and I can smell the tobacco.

I just chew a little.

Just a pinch between my cheek and gum.

Who is it?

Oliver London.

Now, I want you to listen to me, Mr. Broadwater.

Mark, I need to speak with you.

Put it in a letter.

This is important.

If you're trying to scare up a quick golf game in between malpractice suits, forget it.

Now, this may come as news to you, but the good Lord gave you only one body.

Oliver, can you hear me?

Barely.

Come closer, then.

How's this?

I can hear you fine.

Whoa!

Now, it's your responsibility to take care of that body.

Because once a life is over, there aren't any on-courses.

These are my friends.

Sonette, Murai, Faraday.

Farah.

Farah's the same age as you.

You work in the ugliest building I've ever seen.

Hello, Constance.

Tommy, my God, you've grown since last fall.

And we both lost weight, huh?

Yeah, Ethiopia.

Predicant.

It's a hell of a lot safer, but I didn't need a passport, huh?

Unfortunately, now I need glasses so I can see the improvement.

You fight to stay skinny, then go blind, so it doesn't matter.

Middle age is all trade-offs.

Me.

Yeah.

That's you.

Where's Lizzie?

Constance, I really apologize for dragging you away from the lake this time of the

year, but I need you, and I really appreciate you coming down.

Donald, you are all surprises.

What?

Quitting your job, going to Africa, naming me executress of your estate,

and a month later, you're back business as usual.

I didn't think my life was that chaotic, but when you put it that way, I do sound kind of crazy, don't I?

Don't you have a picture of Maureen?

Not here, no.

Here's a picture of me and your mommy when we were in college.

Oh, look at that.

Kiss me, Kate.

I saw every performance of that at Emerson.

Yeah, and it took you till closing night to ask her out, too.

Well, I was intimidated.

Oh, you're lucky you didn't lose her to that guy that played Petruchio.

What was his name?

Um, Andy Kapatkin.

Well.

An alto and a stiff.

Oh, she had charisma.

She lived for hair and makeup.

Tommy, you ready to take me home?

I'll be there in a couple hours.

I have a funeral to go to this afternoon.

His?

I'll stop by the house to change, all right?

Now, you listen to your Aunt Constance, all right?

Go now.

Donald, I don't know why you came back.

Ethiopia can't be more depressing than this place.

Oh, man, my skull is leaking, and you know it.

I can feel the crack.

Look, Nick, x-rays are negative.

There's no fractures.

There's no leaky skull, nothing.

You can go home this afternoon.

Big deal.

Bunwa joy, Helen.

Hi.

Remember me?

No.

My memory, uh, comes and it goes.

I found your lucky lens cap.

Wow.

I knew you'd find it.

Thanks.

I thought you didn't remember.

I was just joking, okay?

So was your grandfather's.

Yeah, he was a pretty good photographer.

What kind of pictures do you like to take?

Besides nudes.

Nah, if I told you what kind of pictures I like to shoot, you'd think I was a wuss.

No.

No, we wouldn't.

Promise.

Flowers.

So you wuss.

I don't think so.

Well, it doesn't matter what you think, because that's what everyone at the center thinks.

But that's going to change, because you know what I'm going to shoot next?

I'm going to shoot a mook named Keith.

He lives at the center.

As soon as you let me out of here today, I'm going to get a

gun and I'm going to put it up against the side of his head.

I'm going to splash him all over the walls.

It's nice talking to you.

I ain't just talking.

I mean it.

I wonder if I can get a picture of his head exploding.

Smile, Keith.

I wanted to do something with fabrics and colors.

Mary's made them.

But the bottom dropped out of interior design during the Arab oil embargo.

So, I became a respiratory therapist instead.

Pretty fond of lungs myself.

Hiya.

Mind if I join you?

Actually, Barbara.

We're having a little tete-a-tete.

Please, sit down.

Like I said, the more the merrier.

Bobby Caldwell.

Nadine Arora.

I know.

I've admired you from afar for quite some time.

You have?

A long day.

I just got out of surgery.

You're a surgeon, huh?

Me too.

I had a burn case.

Air Force major they brought in from Otis.

The elevator people?

This jet caught fire at 50,000 feet.

Had to rebuild his space.

Oh, that is so interesting.

Minor cosmetic work, really.

Victor here.

He's the one who's been logging hours in the OR lately.

I'll say, just the other day, I resected the low sigmoid adenocarcinoma.

It's able to anastomose five centimeters of anal sphincter.

Patient's 75 years old, with flatus, passing stools like he was a kid again.

You gave back a man's face, his identity, the window to his soul.

Yeah.

Were you in the OR a long time?

Six and a half hours.

Oh, you poor thing.

You must be exhausted.

A stiff neck is all.

Move your buns, Ehrlich.

You're late for rounds.

I'll be right there, sir.

Hey, Dean, I want you to know how wonderful lunch has been.

I'm hoping next time it's going to be dinner.

It was fun.

Thanks again, Walter.

Victor.

Ehrlich.

Coming, sir.

Bye.

I have, uh, healing hands.

The camps can't feed everyone, so the staff determines a cut-off point.

In the case of the children, it's 90 pounds.

Families from the countryside who weigh too much to be admitted wait along the

road, and they sit at the gates until they lose enough weight to go inside.

The staff is made up mostly of Ethiopians doing the bulk of the work themselves.

There's one doctor, two nurses, a few medical assistants, sanitation workers, and 32 gravediggers who work full-time.

You've been to hell and back, Donald.

But I came back.

I came back optimistic, Judge.

For the first time since Hiroshima, I really feel that life on this planet doesn't have to end in a nuclear fireball.

When people unite in a common purpose, we can accomplish anything.

Now, these proposals here are just the first step in the job we can do here in Boston.

Let's get down to specifics.

This business about residents doing community service.

Well, Nelson, there are people out there who are just too poor or too scared or too ignorant to come to St. Eligius.

Now, by sending our residents out into the field, we provide a badly needed service,

and at the same time, we expand the community.

Medical education of our students.

Who's going to guarantee the safety of our people?

It's bad enough driving through Southie, let alone traipsing through tenements.

Nelson has a point.

I mean, it's a question of liability.

We could be setting ourselves up for one hell of a lawsuit.

Let's table this for now.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, we get five or six cases of malnutrition in this hospital every week, mostly children.

Now, their parents get food stamps, but they don't know what a healthy diet is.

And we have dieticians on our staff that we could send... A second.

Teaching people the difference between marshmallow toasties and granola isn't the job of a hospital.

Well, I don't understand why a teaching hospital can't instruct

its patients at the same time it's teaching its residents.

That's not what our charter empowers us to do.

Well, maybe it's time we redefined our responsibility, Judge.

Want to know what defines a hospital?

Economics.

Now, we don't have the money in the budget.

We can't be all things to all people.

There are other agencies to deal with the integer.

They're not doing enough, damn it!

Donald, what you're suggesting is... There's a radical shift in the policy of this hospital.

I move we subcommittee this agenda, take it up next month at a regular meeting.

Second.

What the hell's eating him?

Donald.

I expected more support from you in there.

Unfortunately, I couldn't argue with Nelson's logic.

Where's the money gonna come from?

All we have to do is sell one piece of high-tech machinery.

The CAT scan, for instance.

Are you crazy?

I spent years struggling to get that equipment.

Well, that's all it is.

That's what I mean.

It's equipment.

We could feed a hundred families with that money.

We can't just break up the place and sell it for spare parts.

What's the use of having a machine that looks inside somebody's body if there's no food in his stomach?

I'm not selling the CAT scan.

That's fine.

Fine, fine, fine.

But, I will unload the argon laser.

Atta boy, Daniel.

What makes you so sure Nick Miosi doesn't mean what he says?

It's just some punk kid running off at the mouth.

No, I have.

I know the signs.

The look in his eye, the tone in his voice.

He's angry.

Look, every patient has the right to expect confidentiality from his doctors and nurses.

Now, I learned that the hard way.

I ruined a marriage between a man and three women because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

So now you look the other way.

I'm just not prepared to violate a confidence that might land Nick Miosi in jail.

Hey, Phil, you want to give me a hand here?

Look, the kid doesn't have anybody else looking out for him.

Why don't you give him a psychiatric referral?

Are you telling me how to treat my patients?

No.

I'm asking you to get a second opinion on his emotional state.

Still, sometime today, maybe.

Coming.

Look, Helen, when you go back to school and get your M.D., then I'll listen to your professional assessments.

But until that time, you're just going to have to live with mine.

I think you're right, Marcia.

I don't think we should see each other until we reach our ideal weight.

Yeah.

Dr. Axelrod, I just want to tell you I'm sorry.

My jokes about you being tubby only compound your feelings of low self-esteem.

That's very funny.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Now, what would you think?

You see, I know what it's like to be discriminated against.

Well, I suppose so.

You see, I was the only kid in my 11th grade gym class who hadn't reached puberty.

I was a late bloomer.

Oh, poor guy.

And here I was, teasing you about your height.

I'm sorry, Luther.

Well, you see, I can't do nothing about my height, but you can do something about your weight, if you want to.

Like what?

Why don't you join some kind of support group or something?

Oh, I got it.

Why don't you get a personal trainer?

Who?

Me.

How much?

No charge.

You do that for me?

Why?

Because I'm like Michelangelo.

Every block of marble has a David inside.

Really?

How about this?

Where are you going?

Back there?

Take me home.

I can't.

Your car, then.

I am on call.

I want to be your bad girl, Bobby.

The draw gets stuck.

Halfway out.

Gets stuck?

Yes.

You see?

Daniel, I have to talk to you.

Top drawer gets stuck, huh?

That's correct.

Top drawer?

Please.

Take it down to maintenance and get it fixed.

I'm going to need some help.

Let me go get Carl.

You know what saves me from having a fit of apoplexy?

It's the knowledge that that man's paycheck is a charitable contribution.

Yeah.

Daniel, there's a boy in this hospital, Nick Miossi, is about to leave,

and I'm afraid that he's going to hurt somebody very badly or hurt himself,

and I think that one of the psychiatrists should see him as soon as possible.

Who's his doctor?

Well, it's Phil Chandler, and I'm afraid he and I don't see eye to eye on this.

Phil has had basic training in psychiatry.

If he doesn't feel, uh, consoled as Warren did, I have to trust his judgment.

Well, I may not have his academic background, but I spent a lot of years on

the ward, and I know when somebody's about to snap.

I'll review the case with Phil after today's rounds.

Daniel, you can sit up here reading your reports, but I'm the one down in the ER

trying to stop the bleeding, and somebody had better talk to this kid before it comes to that.

Oh, God.

Okay, Dr. Auschlander, I got Carl here.

What's the problem?

Well, top drawer gets stuck.

Top drawer gets stuck, huh?

Why aren't my granddaughter's progress reports on my desk?

I don't know.

Well, you should.

She's not my patient.

You just deliver these kids and leave them on somebody else's doorstep, is that it?

As a matter of fact, I came up to see how she's doing.

Get me baby Craig's chart.

Barbara.

You are gorgeous.

Yes, you are.

I'm catching a chill for Pete's sake.

Here, let me do that.

Can anybody ever teach you how to give a baby a bath?

This water is tepid.

If Barbara had teeth, they would be chattering.

Here we go.

Now, the baby has to be put in the water very slowly.

Cradle her gently, but firmly, so she feels safe.

Then, we allow her to get used to the water.

So.

Rub-a-dub-dub.

That's it.

Well, this is like the Navy, huh?

Wet down, lather up, rinse off.

Barbara's pediatrician noted she's feeding better.

He's moving her out of the isolette.

That's terrific.

Congratulations, Barbara.

It was a big day for you.

Any change in your daughter's condition?

She's still in a coma from the brain stem contusion.

This is no way for you to come into the world, Barbara, without parents to love you.

Care for you.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Next time, put that under a heating pad.

That way, the towel is warm and very comforting for the baby.

Yes, we are.

Yes.

Here we go.

Mm-hmm.

Come.

Yes, that's a girl.

Mm-hmm.

Right.

I have to go home.

Watch the phones.

Going into dry dock for repairs.

Oh.

Oh.

I want to be your bad, bad logo.

OK.

I want you to make me do bad things.

Like what?

Like that.

You ever thought I'd get a tattoo?

I want two.

I want one.

Tomorrow you're going to bring in bowling balls and a rubber band, you understand?

Yes, sir.

There, capital T stands for Tommy, Top, and Toto, too.

Now you take a crack at it.

I know you can do it.

You know you can do it.

One block on top of another, and before you know it, you've built it.

You've built a castle.

Hi.

I wasn't expecting you till later.

The board of trustees stalled my community outreach proposals.

You want a drink?

No.

Seventeen years have dropped.

Tigray province, Wallow province, Boston, Detroit.

All those poor, diseased, dying people.

And the only differences are the resources and the apathy of those who control them.

You know how selfish we are?

We're a nation of card-carrying neurotics more interested in tax loopholes than we are with helping our fellow man.

I've seen Ethiopians die with more dignity than some Americans live.

Well, I promised myself I was gonna try to change that.

Donald, you come down off the mountain sounding like Moses and expect the whole world to fall and step behind you.

It doesn't work that way.

You did the same thing when Maureen died.

Oh, please, Constance.

I just went 15 rounds at the hospital.

The damn hospital!

You and I were doing the vigil.

Tommy was a baby.

Lizzie barely knew what was happening except that her mother was on those horrible machines.

The kids and I went around the corner to Brigham's for ice cream.

We came back, and it was over.

You told them to pull the plug on my sister's life.

I did what I thought was right.

And expected me to forgive you.

You wouldn't share the burden of that decision with anyone because you had to be a martyr.

You won't let anyone help you bring up the kids.

You want to do that all by yourself, too.

And now, if you're getting kicked around because you want to solve the world's

problems, what's in it for you, Donald, besides punishment?

I didn't know you could do it.

Tell you what, Rudy.

I'll give you a chance to win back some of your money.

Hiya, Keith.

What are you doing?

I'm getting the chance to see you back for your life.

And then this gun is going to blow your face off.

Get on your knees.

Not you, Rudy!

Get out of here!

What'd you think about this, all right?

Just take it easy, Nick.

I said on your knees!

Say you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

That was very good, Keith.

Now...

Just looked in on Caldwell's burn patient, 3311.

He's hemorrhaging under the skin graft.

You seen Bobby?

You know, he's not answering his beeper.

Should we page him?

With pleasure.

Oh, Bobby.

Bobby?

Gotta go.

Just like that?

I'm being paged.

So?

Told you.

I'm on call.

Somebody took our clothes.

Multiple superficial pellet wounds to the right shoulder.

Multiple neurological function and distal extremity intact.

Guess what's the one coming in behind us?

Head trauma.

This scum better be dead or I'm gonna finish the job myself.

Knock it off.

126 over 80, pulse 96.

Okay, start a line, crit, type, and cross for two.

Helen, I need ringers.

Will you take this guy?

It's a real mess.

Severe crest injury on the left side of the skull, obvious open cranium with

exposed brain tissue, no respiration, no pulse on the scene.

Don't intubate.

Ask the cops about next of kin.

He doesn't have any family.

We've been searching high and low for you.

Ehrlich, you are a dead man.

I want my scrubs now.

Oh, you know, you don't look half bad without your clothes on.

Oh, but I'd wax my back if I were you.

Your, uh, fly boy's got some bleeding at the surgical site, nothing serious,

but I didn't want to damage the graft by applying pressure.

Aren't you gonna ask him?

Huh?

Oh, yeah.

Lucy and I figured out about the rubber bands, but what are you gonna do with a bowling ball, huh?

Your body needs food for energy, but if you eat more than you expend in

energy, your body stores the surplus in the form of fat.

When the amount of fat becomes excessive or unsightly, you are considered obese.

You know, my father used to call me Squirt.

One day he came to me and he said, have you ever been to Hershey's Squirt?

Best vacation I ever had.

Whole town smelled like chocolate.

My mom and dad used to take me on a lot of themed vacations.

Wisconsin for the cheese, Vermont for the maple syrup, Idaho for the potatoes.

But the best vacation I ever had, Hershey, Pennsylvania.

Okay, all right, 20 more.

Everybody there used to make chocolate, with and without nuts.

Start rowing.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm exhausted, I'm drained.

You're fat.

Fat's a relative term.

Come on.

As a man, as a parent to some people, I'm spelt.

Humpty dumpty, maybe.

Now start rowing.

I heard about Nick Miyosi.

I'm very sorry, I didn't listen.

I'm sitting here trying to remember why I ever wanted to get transferred to emergency.

A teenage boy and a friend of mine's son die and I stand by?

You're a good nurse, Helen.

Oh, I know that.

Why the hell did I ever want to become one in the first place?

I'm going to see the head of nursing and get transferred back to the third floor.

Let someone else cry for Nick Musey.

I don't have the heart anymore.

How many people are you expecting at the funeral?

I don't know, Mark.

I bet they'll be dropping back here for calling hours.

Making a mess of the downstairs.

Well, the caterers will clean it all up.

Well, they better.

I've seen what they charge.

Why do we keep using those cloths anyway?

Had to rain, didn't it?

I never could get this damn thing straight.

Zip me up, please.

You know, it's lucky I called the limousine about directions.

That driver thought we lived in Newton.

Should be here any minute.

I forgot to ask Reverend Ives if he'd be reading from the King James Version.

Damn it, Mark!

We're saying goodbye to Stephen the Great.

This afternoon, and all you think about is trivial things.

I want to make sure the protocol is right.

We are burying our son!

It's just a ceremony.

No, it's not!

We're putting Stephen in a hole in the ground and covering him up.

Don't be macabre, Ellen.

Well, it is macabre, only you won't face it.

And I don't know how to.

Well, the Valium's not going to help.

You have to have a clear head to deal with this.

I don't want to remember today.

I just want to get through it.

That's a bad attitude, Ellen.

Well, I need the crutch, because you've been no help to me at all in this.

Yep.

Look what Tommy gave me.

Oh.

He used to draw with only one color.

Now he's using the rest of the crayons, too.

That's great.

He's much happier now.

I think taking him out of family care was a good move.

Listen, Donald.

I'm sorry about what I said downstairs.

No, you're not.

You meant it.

Yeah, but I feel bad.

You didn't deserve a lecture.

You know, you remind me of Maureen sometimes.

Because she was opinionated?

Yeah.

How long are you gonna stay with us?

It'll take a couple of weeks to help you get settled, help you interview housekeepers.

Well, I wish it could be longer.

Thanks.

Mommy!

Weird.

I can't, Mark.

People are waiting.

I can't go up there.

It'll be okay, Emma.

We'll get through this.

Together.

We'll get through this.