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Snazzy apartment.

Oh, just moved in.

Say, Eileen, I'm getting chilly.

Almost ready.

Imagine us bumping into each other at the DQ.

And I thought I was the only one that ate fudge swirl in the fall.

You sure I'm gonna like this?

Trust me.

Eileen, you grassy Tijuana, you.

Go away.

There's nobody here.

Wayne, Wayne, is that you?

Are you all right?

Mom?

- She died. - Her body rejected the artificial heart.

We don't know why.

- That's too bad. - Ya.

Terrible loss for science.

Would you like veal cuts or rump roast?

Donald.

Good morning, Paulette.

Coming in late, Ecumena is going to start deducting from your salary.

I talked to the mayor about setting up the AIDS clinic.

He says the city can afford a third of the cost.

Fantastic.

And we already have a line on federal money and state money, so with any luck in a month, we open shop.

Huh?

Yeah, I've been fine.

I thought John Gideon was against this project.

Yeah, he is, but as long as it doesn't cost the corporation anything,

what does he have to say?

With John Gideon's trumpet, the possibilities are endless.

Mrs. Nuzzle, I know lying around in your skivvies in public is embarrassing.

I'm sure they're doing everything they can to find you a room.

Ah, Dr. Griffin, there's a Kevin O'Casey down at Three East Nurses Station.

Patient, because he wants to talk with you immediately.

No time.

I've got to finish reviewing my patients before rounds.

Well, I'm afraid he's very insistent about talking with you.

He's my patient, Brett Johnston's lover.

I think Kev's got the hots for me.

I'm ignoring him.

Meanwhile, he's driving my nurses to distraction.

Is it my fault men find me so attractive?

Thanks.

Mr. Drzewicki, how are we this A.M.?

We are feeling great.

How about we?

We're fine.

Breathing, breathing.

Oh, for you, anything.

What would you say if I said you were getting out of here today?

Well, I'd want a second opinion.

It's no offense, Dr. Griffin, but you are a tad young to be trusted.

Besides, I know these private hospitals only make a profit by the... Turn it over.

Exactly.

No.

Oh, yeah.

You all right?

Yeah.

Ah, poor Mr. McGonagall.

What about him?

He can't talk through all those tubes, can't walk.

His lie is there all day.

Ah, your hepatitis seems to be resolving.

I've got to sit down, do you mind?

His family neglects him.

Nobody visits.

First day they brought a lousy old TV.

Haven't seen him since.

Anything else I can get for you?

How about an 18-year-old girl?

I'll see you in a few hours on rounds.

He's a young man.

Who?

McGonagall.

So we got the call late last night.

Well, I wish you would have let me know.

Maybe I could have done something.

I couldn't.

Your phone was busy.

Poor Aunt Circa.

Poor Aunt Circa.

She was 97 years old.

She had a good long life.

Now I got to drive up to that rest home in Malden.

I gotta have her shipped down, clean out her belongings.

Well, I'll come with you.

Don't be silly.

You're too busy.

Oh, Ma, sit.

Hmm.

Come on, you go get dressed.

I'm gonna head over to Copley Square, check in, do a little business, and I'll see you later this afternoon.

You don't have to stay in a hotel.

Yes, I do.

Oh, Ma.

By the way, have you talked to your sister lately?

No, why?

Why, that girl was an enigma to me.

Is that why you're here?

You're having a problem with Rhonda?

No, I came to Bury Circa, not to praise her.

That's almost funny.

Listen, my angel, I want you not to worry about entertaining me while I'm here.

You just go about your normal routine.

But there is one thing I want to know.

What's that?

The girl in the closet, is she Jewish?

Wish.

Daniel.

Daniel.

What a drag it is getting old.

Your first day back and already you're philosophizing?

No, I'm Cody Mick.

One of the grandkids gave me a stone's disc.

Nice change from there.

Do you want to listen?

Yeah, sure.

Then maybe you and I can drop some mescaline.

Ah, grumpy.

Understandable.

You're still devastated by the breakup with Ellen.

And... Breakup?

We're having a few minor problems, that's all.

We'll be back together in a flash, you'll see.

Ah, the flash.

Shazam.

That was Captain Marvel.

Listen, the test Jersey on the Craig 9000 bought the farm.

The chips were down and Bossy fell on them.

What a mess.

I'm trying to figure out why the artificial heart failed.

Would you look at her liver function?

Here, let me help.

I can pay for myself, thank you.

Have you asked me?

You returned to work too soon.

Who?

How long are you hell on wheels?

Not sure.

They took away my job, you know.

Gave me some kind of bogus emeritus title.

Just because I'm sick.

And 75.

Well, I have to coordinate this data.

Daniel, we're all trying to adjust.

All right, she's had her stomach lavaged with saline.

We've stabilized her pulse and respiration.

Let's get her upstairs and make sure her social worker chats with her, okay?

Hey, Peter.

Dick.

Oh, I feel a break coming on.

Go on, go ahead.

Besides, Fiscus is due here any minute.

Be sure and catch the postcard from Lucy and Ehrlich up in third floor nurse's station.

Honeymoon madness?

Ripped in half, and then taped back together.

Ah, marriage made in limbo.

Ah, yes.

Doctor?

Uh, I'm on a breather.

You have to talk to my assistant, Mr. Hawkins.

There's some pain, but it's worth it.

Where?

Here.

What's going on inside my body is the most extraordinary, joyful, fulfilling

biological experience that can happen to any human being.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

I'm pregnant.

Hi, Eileen.

Is he in?

Um, I'll check.

Dr. Gideon?

Dr. Westphall's dropped by.

No, there's no appointment.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Well, the doctor will be with you shortly.

Separately.

So, you like working here at St. Eligius?

Mm-hmm.

Donald.

John.

Sorry.

Wendell Collins, chairman of the board, is on his way over.

I'm up to my earlobes in preparations.

What's new?

Well, we need to go over the figures on the AIDS clinic.

I thought we put the brakes on that.

Yeah, I know.

You told me it was too expensive, but I figured out a way to cover all the costs.

Eileen, hold my calls.

Hospitals, come in.

Sit down.

No, thanks, I'm okay.

Donald, I know how important this hospice is to you.

It's not for me, John.

There are people out there who have no place to turn.

They have no place to live.

Look, let's get one thing straight.

I don't need you to lecture me on the seriousness of the AIDS epidemic.

It's not going to cost you a dime.

St. Eligius got into trouble by overextending its services, by trying to be all things to all people.

Hospital.

My job is to narrow the focus.

Just for the sake of the bucks, right?

Because we have limited means, manpower, and a severely limited facility.

You have money for the AIDS clinic.

Fabulous.

What about the strain this will put on an already overworked staff?

The people who work here are dedicated, John.

The nurses, the doctors, the technicians.

Will you drop this mom and pop grocery grocery store attitude.

It's quaint.

It's heroic.

It's completely out of step with the world we live in.

I'm building something.

Schemes like an AIDS infirmary, however important, will drain energy from that goal.

All right, then.

Can you just get the board of directors together so we can talk face to face?

Is that fair?

The board has given me full authority.

I'm the last word.

Well, will you at least read what I've written?

When I wake up, my headaches are so severe, sometimes I can't even make it to Paganset.

The school where he teaches.

I feel nauseous, bloated, morning sickness.

Those symptoms can mean any number of things.

I'm preggers, as flipped out as that might seem.

I've heard worse.

One guy thought he was Pope Hadrian VII.

Another one said that he was Greater Metropolitan Boston.

Why me?

Why is it always me?

Mr. Gold, you know how the reproductive process works?

Naturally.

That's right.

Naturally, you can't become pregnant.

No place for the embryo to be somebody.

And yet the body is a miracle.

The universe is without explanation.

Anything is possible.

Did you do a physical exam?

The liver is enlarged and tender.

The abdomen softened.

Bowel sounds normal.

Okay, Mr. Gold.

What do you think?

A boy or a girl?

I want a girl.

Um, excuse me for one second, okay?

Okay, send Daffy Duck up to psych, okay?

Is there anything we can do for the poor guy?

Like what?

Enroll him in Lamaze?

He's not alone.

If we demonstrate medically he can't bear a child, he'll respond.

Send Daffy Duck to psych.

Okay, okay, I will.

As soon as I get a urine test.

Hey, Luther, what's the buzz?

Doctors.

Dr. Fiscus, just the signature I need.

On palpation, the liver showed no signs of tenderness.

Jaundice has disappeared.

Bilirubin level's normal.

In other words, Mr. Drusicki, we don't want to see you around here again.

You sure I'm fit?

We've checked and double-checked.

You're perfectly well.

Could I hear that from someone in their 50s?

Late 40s do.

We'll come around with an attending during grand rounds, okay?

Okay.

You see anyone?

Not mine.

Not me either.

Jackie, I was thinking, you know, you and Chandler and I are off tonight,

and since we're all living in the same place, I thought maybe we could have a potluck dinner.

Invite some of the other residents.

Oh, I don't know.

I have some research.

I was hoping for a quiet evening.

Well, nobody'd stay late, and all of us pitching in to make a meal might bring us closer together.

Well, Chandler thinks it's a good idea.

Well, okay.

Which reminds me, I understand this cheesy motel with cockroaches and cheap sex.

You should fit right in.

Well, Chandler says there's space at your place.

No.

No, just till I find an apartment.

I don't think it would look right, you and I staying together.

Why?

We've got Chandler there.

I mean, it's not like we're all bunked in the same place.

All right, Seth, move in.

Now, state your case.

I'm Brett Johnson, 30, male, suffering from symptomatic stages of acquired immune

deficiency syndrome, presented two days ago with gerodiasis, fever, and abdominal pain.

Hi.

Hey.

Dr. Griffin, you'll be happy to find out I no longer have any interest in men.

What's that smell?

Marijuana.

I'm indulging myself.

A man in my condition should do anything he pleases.

Yeah, but not here.

Carol, open a window.

Don't be mad.

I'm celebrating.

My parents have accepted my homosexuality and my death.

Of course, they'd only go for the package deal.

Except I'm going to fool them.

I'm not gay anymore, and I'm not going to die.

Am I?

Uh, Brett, the tests indicate that your immune system is severely compromised.

You have very few functioning T-cells.

Now, hopefully we're wrong, but, uh, generally we don't see survival in people with numbers this low.

No.

I am not gonna die.

There's treatments.

I'll be cured, really.

Have you talked to Kevin?

Not recently.

I love him so much.

Oh, God.

I hate my body for doing this to me.

And many more.

Still in ER?

Yeah, he told me he'd meet me there.

Ah, well, maybe we better check admissions.

You know, he might have gotten transferred.

Again?

He is such a good doctor.

Why do they keep moving him around for?

Doctor?

What's his name?

Wayne Fiscus.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just a misunderstanding.

Yeah, Wayne's right in here.

I'm Dr. Phillip Chandler.

Yeah, we're in the residency program together.

He is a good doctor, isn't he?

Oh, he's the best.

One of the best.

Of course.

And yet, the idea of my son, I don't want to see you in here again, Doak.

I mean it.

You keep drinking, you're going to die.

It's as simple as that.

There's nothing more I can do.

And don't start crying.

It's not going to work this time.

Ma, hi.

Hi, darling.

Coming through, please.

Watch it.

Oops.

Losing vital signs here, Doctor.

So you already met Phillip?

Yes.

Bye, Mrs. Fiscus.

Nice to meet you, Phillip.

Honey.

Why are you yelling at that poor slob?

Is that why you came here?

To tell me how to do my job?

Ma, come on out.

He's what we call a repeater.

He's here maybe two, three times a week, sick as a dog, and he won't help himself.

I'm taking you to your urine test, Mr. Gould.

I'd like to get a room in the hospital so the baby will be safe.

Wayne!

Oh, hi.

Sorry to bother you.

I have an acute asthma attack in cubicle three, and she's not responding to theophylline.

Did you start her on cortisone?

No.

Cripes, Elliot.

Use your head for something other than balancing your body weight.

Go into the admissions office.

You get stupider every day.

Mr.

Collins, Donald Westphall, director of medicine.

How are you?

I wonder if I could have a word with you.

Walk with me.

Dr. Gideon?

Dr. Westphall just left with Mr. Collins.

I know.

I thought that the corporate image that Ecumena is trying to project, which is

compassion, would be enhanced by this project.

What does Dr. Gideon think?

Well, he's resistant.

He's a lot more than that.

He thinks your idea stinks.

We need the clinic.

Dr. Westphall, I don't know you.

Dr. Gideon's been on my team for a long time, so I will trust his instincts over yours.

Even though that means that the principles on which this hospital was built just go right down the toilet, right?

On the contrary.

The changes we're making, St. Eligius is finally able to provide quality health care.

That's a lot of crap, and you know it.

All you're doing is cutting costs, you're cutting corners, you're turning this place into an auto teller.

Now look, medicine is more than credits and debits, you know that.

Can I quote that?

Look, you can't just spray paint all over the place and tell people that you care more than we do.

Now you listen up, Westphall.

You weren't brought back here because of your tremendous skills as an administrator.

Not for your brilliant work as a physician.

But more as a charity case.

I'm not the issue here.

And just because we failed doesn't mean that what you're doing is right.

I've dealt with people like you all my life.

Puffed up with self-righteousness.

You just don't understand.

So forget it.

You're out.

You're fired.

On palpation, the liver's no longer distended.

Jaundice and tenderness have disappeared.

Billy Reuben's back to normal levels.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Druswicki, you can go home today.

You're absolutely positive?

Scouts are not.

Is there a problem?

Well, no offense, but could I just hear this from somebody, uh, American?

Go home, Mr. Drusecki.

Okay, who is next?

Uh, patient's name is Tuttle Andrews, a 26-year-old white male.

Apparently, he fell in love with his pecan.

Dr. Griffin?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've been waiting for you to have time to talk with me.

Well, as you can see, Mr. O'Kasey... Three days for one little conversation.

Are you doctors so damn busy you don't have time to return a person's message?

I've got your number.

I can call you in an hour.

No.

I won't be put off any longer.

Seth, take this man aside and join us on the round when he's finished.

All right.

Thank you, Dr. Kiem.

All right.

Let's continue with your case, Jack.

What can I do for you?

I didn't mean to yell.

Only I can't seem to get anybody to listen to me.

His family has completely shut me out, you know?

Uh-huh.

His folks don't talk to him for years.

And all of a sudden, they know what's best for him.

Of course, what they think is best is for him to live in Wisconsin, married with kids, because they really know him.

Mr. O'Casey, what can I do for you?

The man I love is dying.

I want to know what's being done.

I want to be involved in the decisions to help him get through this.

You're not related through blood or any other means.

Legally... I've lived with Brett for two years.

Every decision that I've made or he's made, we've taken each of the other into consideration.

What am I supposed to do, suddenly not care?

I'm sure the family understands.

We have separate visiting hours so they don't have to see me, like I'm invisible.

Well, I don't want to just disappear.

Of course not.

When Brett was diagnosed, I went in for the test.

I have the HTLV antibody inside me.

Now, I know that doesn't necessarily mean I'm going to get the disease.

But, I can't ever have a physical relationship with anybody ever again.

Gavin, I'll talk to his family and I'll get them to listen.

Yeah, you do that.

What's this fairy tale about you quitting?

I was fired.

Rumors of flying around the hospital, the staff scrumbling?

Yeah, they've always been good at that, haven't they?

Look, Donald, swallow your pride, go to Gideon and apologize.

Gynecology, night dialysis, finding carry-on hair-pulling, dental repairs,

hair removal, hyps reluctant to term intestinal injuries, prisons, bilingual disease, because they do not exist.

Whenever I've had a problem.

You've managed to turn that discussion into something about yourself.

Okay, fine.

Let's talk about you.

You're furious you got canned.

I don't want to leave.

Well, then it seems to me you have two choices.

Grandstand it, threaten to bring the hospital down with you, no idle boast,

or you realize that this is probably the luckiest break you've ever gotten.

What are you talking about?

How many times have you packed up this office?

I could see the relief in your face.

Admit it.

You hate it here.

The work depresses you.

You feel guilty about being separated from your kids.

Okay, right.

But you hang on.

What for?

To keep alive some childish memory of an era that's gone, of a man that's gone.

You don't owe Father Joseph McCabe your happiness.

You know, two weeks ago you were pushing me to stay.

Well, see?

Sometimes I am wrong.

Personally, I hope you don't leave.

Why?

I'll miss you.

Or... ridiculous as it may sound, you're the best friend I have.

Okay, then it's settled.

Instead of potluck at Jackie's, I'm gonna cook dinner at Wayne's.

Are you sure?

Yes!

Mom, I wanted to take you to Lockover.

So you'll take me next time.

Save your money.

You go out and buy a real shirt.

You're on vacation.

No, I'm not.

I'm collecting Anne Serkis' mortal coil.

Well, the old gal used contraceptives, huh?

Guys, get a scuttlebutt.

Westphal got the axe.

What?

No way.

Yeah, he and Dr. Gideon did the high noon routine, but this time Gary Cooper got shot.

What can we do?

Well, Rosenthal's organizing a meeting.

Try and figure out a plan of action.

Four O'clock, solarium.

Great.

I'll be in surgery.

Oh, I can't be late.

Craig's been double crusty since his wife walked out.

She's nice.

But are those breasts real?

Come on.

What?

All of a sudden he's approved.

Which reminds me, look what I found in Aunt Circa's room.

I put it in here.

Wait, hold on.

Voila.

Oh, gosh.

Honey, do you remember when you brought this home from camp?

It was so adorable.

Please don't tell this story.

Wayne had a little speech impediment.

He couldn't say I.

He would say W for I, like I.

Mom, please.

It was really cute.

Anyway, he had this terrible time at Camp Taco.

You know, bedwetting, bullies, the whole prepubescent pageant.

So anyway, Jonas and I drive up to camp to pick him up.

He is standing there, and he looks like a ghetto kid.

He's got a torn shirt and a dirty face and bruises.

And he sees me.

He starts bawling.

And he comes, and he's running into my arms, crying, Mama, Mama.

Mama.

And in his hand, he is clutching this ashtray.

And he holds it up and he says to me, I wub you, mama.

Aww.

How the hell did Aunt Circa get this, huh?

I wub you, mama.

Will you shut up?

Fine.

And I just, uh, from now on I just won't speak.

Wow.

If I ever talk to my mother like that.

I didn't mean it.

Exactly.

Hey, Ma.

I know it's gonna be a girl.

Uh-huh.

Uh, you say you served in Vietnam?

Yeah.

Army.

Spec 4.

Do you have any problems sleeping?

Doesn't everybody?

Don't you?

Luther, did you order a urinate CG?

Yeah, through Fiscus.

I got handed the results.

Good.

Now you see.

Your patient, whoever she is, is pregnant.

Let me see that.

I'll be shocked.

Mrs. Morpheus is all prepped, sir.

Dr. Craig?

Oh, yes.

Thanks, Wade.

Surgery.

Sir, I know that none of this is my business, but, well, having gone through

the same experience, it's like we tell the bypass patients.

Eventually, the hurt goes away.

Only the scar remains.

Yeah.

If I neglected Ellen over the years, well, Well, everything I did was for us, not just me.

Give her the things she wanted, deserved.

All the hours I spent building a future so that we could grow old together, and now, I miss my granddaughter.

Tonight, well, Fiscus's mom is making dinner for a bunch of the residents.

Why don't you join us?

I've got plans.

Of course, I just thought... Quit thinking.

And why aren't you wearing the new scrubs?

They have stupid little flowers on them.

Yeah, well, let's get on with Mrs. Morfis' mitral valve replacement, huh?

Michael seems quite delighted, actually.

Emergency.

Could I have a sip of water?

Uh-huh, down here.

Oh.

Mrs. Gold.

Oh, just call me Solly.

I'm going to have the urine test run again.

Mm-hmm.

Add a blood panel.

Follow-ups in the lab can happen.

Tell us more about your family lifestyle.

Oh, well, we have three healthy sons.

Michael teaches school.

I met him in college after he was discharged from NAM.

I'm a dancer.

Did anything happen in Vietnam that medical staff,

emergency medical staff, ophthalmologist, general anesthesiologist, stomach cramps.

Mrs. Gold, maybe you're pregnant.

Maybe your husband is having some advanced kind of sympathetic pregnancy.

No, I had my tubes tied.

Michael wanted to go on, you know, he wanted a little girl, but I said no.

I mean, with our income, it just wouldn't have been fair to our sons.

Well, even so, I'd like to run some tests, find out why you're feeling so poorly.

I know why.

My husband is wearing a maternity gown.

He hates me.

That's what this is all about.

Maybe we should do that again.

Examination.

And so I say that we should march to Gideon's office and we should tell him

that unless Donald is reinstated, we all resign.

Every doctor, every nurse, every resident, every dietician, technician, clerk, and orderly.

And then I think we should rope the hospital with a thick picket line.

We should notify the press, the community.

Ellen, don't.

Now look, what you're doing, you people, putting your jobs on the line is very

patient prestidigitation surgery, The only people that are going to be punished are the patients.

Donald, I don't know if you believe in souls, but this building has one, and it's you.

You know, at one time I believed that Father McCabe was St. Eligius.

No, no, this place is bigger than one person, you all know.

Just go on doing your work, same way you have, with all the love, compassion.

Otherwise, I'm going to come back here and I'll box your ears.

What's life gonna be like without Westphall?

Whose office are we gonna go to for advice and counsel?

Another?

Yes, please.

Who'll help us sort through the mysteries of modern medicine?

Who's gonna yell at us for tossing wet toilet paper on the ceiling of the men's room?

There must be something we can do.

You should have heard him.

No extreme measures.

DNR is career.

I'll get it.

All right, get it.

When do we eat?

Dr. Seth Hazlitt, Dr. Seth, this is my mom.

Oh, hi.

Nice to meet you.

My pleasure, I assure you.

I'll get your plate.

Oh, thanks.

Here's a little vino to go with the veritas.

Thanks.

Jackie, I got all my stuff stored at your place.

Oh, goody.

It's her problem.

She's upset about Westphall.

We all are.

I can't say I'm too broke, and I don't think I've been hot-rodding all over my track since I got started.

You know, Seth, you're a good doctor.

Yeah, intelligent, inquisitive, steady touch, but you don't have one iota of the genuine caring Donald Westphall has.

On rounds, you don't give your patients real compassion.

They sense what you're trying to do is just impress your superiors or dazzle your peers.

Selfish, superficial.

Have you ever done one decent act in your life just for the pure humanity of it?

Enter.

Aye.

I'm cross-referencing liver function studies for the artificial heart program.

I'd like for you to take a peek at them tomorrow.

I'm finally packed.

You are not leaving.

Yes, I am.

I will not hear of it.

Oh, you've got a compact display around.

The cave was wrong to choose me as his successor back in 55.

He held tightly to the truths of the past.

I rushed towards the future, fascinated by each new gizmo.

Especially since my cancer was diagnosed.

The world is spinning too fast on its axis.

When I call my sister-in-law, I'm going to move Tommy up to Sanofi.

Therapy, and Lizzie's going to stay in the house until she finds her own place near campus.

New Hampshire?

Yeah, open up practice, small town GP, smell the pines in the morning,

search the constellations at night, or I'll teach.

We can fight, we face worse.

Yeah, we usually lost though, didn't we?

No, Daniel, the fight's been knocked out of me.

Why?

Because they may be right.

Where do we find each other?

Westphall.

In Candide, the place where everyone lives is called Westphalia, the best of all possible worlds.

A utopia.

I hope you find yours, my old friend.

What?

No, no, no, no!

Mr. Gold, I am telling you that the lab screwed up the urinalysis.

Analysis.

The blood samples reveal that both you and your wife are suffering from chronic carbon monoxide poisoning.

I am having a baby!

The headaches, the stomach aches, the mental disorientation are due to long

exposure, probably a poorly vented heater in your apartment.

I kept yelling.

Stop!

Don't you see your mind is sending mixed signals because you're not receiving enough oxygen?

They had these bikes that could kill.

They had bikes and they had shoeshine boxes.

What's he talking about?

Stop!

Halt!

Junglei!

I'm going into labor now, man.

What?

The spasm's in the lower colon.

I'm going to deliver this baby now?

Five milligrams value.

I didn't mean to.

I didn't mean to, sir!

All right, all right, hold on.

Try to relax.

Well, I better get to work, huh?

No, no, no.

We'll clean.

You sit.

Oh, thanks, girls.

Pie's great.

Store-bought.

I'm sorry about what I said at lunch.

Wayne, you're not the same person in Washington Heights that you are here.

When you were home, you were always so sweet and so kind and loving, like when you were a little boy.

And you were right, I did come here for another reason other than Circa.

I thought so.

When you got shot, you came home to recoup.

And the minute you got well, your hop skipped right back here.

And then you got fired, and you got a really good spot in Manhattan.

And the minute these people called you and said, we reopened, zip zap, you were gone again.

Well, I got worried that the reason that you wanted to leave

was not so much to get back to Boston, but to get away from me.

Oh, Mom.

I love coming home.

But true, I don't want to stay too long.

And that's partly because, well, sometimes it bothers me to be something that I'm not anymore.

Your perfect son, your favorite, your baby.

I'm an adult.

Come on, I know that.

Your father says give him the freedom to make his own mistakes.

Well, Dad's right.

That's easy for him to say, huh?

When I realized what I walked in on this morning, I thought, oh, well.

Lane.

All I want for you in my life is to see you happy.

And for you to find a good woman.

Someone who's going to look after you.

Because believe it or not, you still need a little looking after.

I wab you, Mama.

I wab you, my angel.

Cervix is fully dilated.

Ect.

Contractions are coming every 30 seconds.

Push, push, push, breathe.

Good.

Jack.

Dr. Kim.

What's going on in here?

My patient believes he's about to give birth.

She couldn't see me or hear me.

This room may be needed for a real delivery.

Your patient should be inside.

I'll take full responsibility.

All right, Mr. Donald, keep pushing.

Just push, push.

Truck pharmacist Bertha Present She is here?なた Are you the mother of?

Forgive me Forgive you for what?

She knows Tell him What is his name?

Michael Gold.

Michael, I am Paulette Kiem, a doctor and I want to help you We had to inspect the boxes What were you looking for?

Explosive, sir, grenades, plastic, some kids had rammed the barracks and blew up our GIs.

It's the gold, sir, from Vietnam.

And we were ordered to stop them 100 yards before the gate, sir.

I kept telling the kid, halt.

I yelled in Vietnamese, in French, in English.

Didn't even look at me.

Getting closer now, basket closed, heading straight for the guard shack.

Stop!

Halt!

Do not!

I had to.

I had to.

Koy 아주...

Shoot?

You shot the child?

Yes, sir.

I killed the girl, sir.

I shot that girl, sir!

There was nothing in the basket.

They didn't want to.

I couldn't let her murder my friends, could I?

Could I?

Michael, you are not a criminal.

General.

You were in a crazy situation and you made a crazy choice.

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

No one who was there knew.

I was there and I didn't know.

Nothing.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, Michael's got a rough road ahead of him.

Lots of pain, long buried.

That's why I feel so bad.

I meet people who are perfectly happy.

I stick my nose in their lives and they end up miserable.

What are you talking about?

You helped that man.

Yeah, he just seemed better off without me.

I guess there's a part of me that wish he really was pregnant.

Pregnant.

Your mom all nestled in her hotel?

Yep.

She's a nice person.

Like your dad.

Do you mind if I ask you a highly personal question?

Sure.

What the hell are you still doing here?

I can't go home.

Why?

Too many people.

By now, Novino, Chandler, and Griffin have probably invited the entire third floor ward to stay.

My home is not my home anymore.

So, are you saying you want to spend the night?

No.

I'll go to the hospital, sleep in on call.

I just wanted to take advantage of the quiet.

You gonna head across town this time of night?

I'll be fine.

Stay.

Remember how messed up I was that day in the locker room?

The day my ex said sayonara?

Standing there in my bra, a walking wound.

You could have taken advantage of me.

You didn't.

I trust you.

So stay.

Seeing Craig all bent out of shape about his divorce, God, I know how addictive the grief can be, how seductive.

You're feeling pain, but at least you feel something.

And you don't want to let that go because, because you may never feel anything again.

Stay.

Thanks.

But no.

Donald, ever see one of these?

Oh.

One-piece scalpel.

Yeah.

18th century.

Beautiful.

I collect medical antiques.

Donald, this is no triumph for me, no cause for celebration.

That's why you asked me to come here?

Let me go to Collins and intercede on your behalf.

The damage was massive, but not irreparable.

I can get him to come around.

I'm asking you, please.

Pérez.

Sure, I'm all right.

Great.

I will have to give you certain assurances, though, that you'll be less

critical of our methods, that you'll work with me.

I see, it's some kind of performance, isn't it?

The good cop, the bad cop, you're just trying to get me to toe the line.

Well, something like that.

This hospital means a lot to you and you to it.

Help me make St. Eligius better.

All that means is adapting your point of view,

Let me try to tell you in terms that I think you're gonna understand.

You can kiss my ass, pal.

Manslaughter,