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Since the mayor decided to sell the hospital, he does is he pleases.

No reason to consult us.

We are lame duck administrators.

Daniel, Donald, wait a minute.

You told Mark about who's interested in buying the hospital?

I left the message on the service about the sale.

I didn't tell him who.

Mark's been up in Peterborough.

His mother-in-law's funeral.

Mark, sorry to hear about Mrs. Harper.

She died unexpectedly.

Someone using my return address mailed Margaret a head in a box.

I mean, pulled a real John the Baptist.

Scared her to death.

How's Ellen holding up?

Yeah, okay.

By the way, I got your message.

Morning, everybody.

Everybody.

Well, if it isn't Josiah Bartlett.

Who pried you out of your mahogany paneled office?

Boston General's expanding operations.

Our board's thinking of purchasing St. Eligius.

That is, after I give them my opinion.

Looking forward to the 25 cent tour, Mark.

I'll grab a Danish, meet you upstairs.

He's making a grab for my surgery department.

Might be wise to stay on his good side.

We could be working for him.

I'm gone for a few lousy days and you two sell me and this hospital down the river.

Next car.

Victor Ehrlich was sniffing around for you.

Is that your way of saying I'm late?

You know he's awfully candid about your sex life.

The rubber bands sound like a good idea, but the bowling ball, I don't know.

Mon petite flaky croissant.

Uh, let's maintain a little decorum at work, shall we?

Gotta shake the tree if you want the peaches.

Victor!

I like you a lot.

We're good together.

But if there's any hope for us lasting, we have to come to a deeper understanding of one another.

Take a relationship to a higher plane.

Out of the gutter would be nice.

Hey, Dr. Craig, start your day with a bear claw?

Just leaving, sir.

Hi Victor.

Sorry doctor.

My fault.

Oh, drink anything hot or cold, eat something sweet.

I get a shot of pain like I've been hit with a Louisville slugger.

Wayne, have the cavity filled.

Why put it off?

You don't like a dentist?

Nobody likes his dentist.

Not me.

Mark Dolson and I were Sammy's at Tulane.

Then what's the big hoo-ha?

Getting a hole drilled in my head, not very appealing.

It is to us.

Dr. Morris and... Uh, Seth is covering for me today.

No, no, no.

This is a message from your wife.

What are you looking for?

String.

I popped the shoelace.

Uh, anyway, Joanne said that she can't find your marriage license.

I haven't.

You always tote the note to your wolf?

Joanne is legally adopting Pete this afternoon.

Perhaps somebody would legally adopt Mr. Derlacher.

Boomer, big legal eagle day.

Adoption, parole board hearing.

Why go back to Newcastle Prison?

Resident.

Motes belongs in jail.

I want to make sure he stays there.

Oh, this will do great.

Thanks, you guys.

Dr. Kiem, I got the X-ray.

Came as soon as I could.

I got beeped in the ladies' room with my scrubs down.

I was on the phone with my husband when Mr. Cantrell was rushed up from ER.

So what's the story?

My son Jim stormed out of the house.

He said he was hitchhiking up here from Maryland, demonstrating his independence.

I won't let him travel out west to patient, patient who climbed the El Capitan.

Actually, I meant with the patient.

Of course, 57-year-old male complaining of back pain prior to losing consciousness.

Did the ER get a CT scan?

No, it was down.

Ultrasound shows 6-centimeter aneurysm and surrounding hematoma.

I must be leaking.

Without a CT scan, the only way we'll know for sure is to do an exploratory.

Janice, would you reschedule the next patient?

This operation should delay my schedule by about three hours.

Of the hours, number 11 blade.

Two of my brothers hitchhiked cross country.

They got shot at and chased into a Nebraska cornfield by some farmers because they had long hair.

In your opinion, how long should it take Jim to get up here?

Hard to say.

He can't thumb any major through ways.

It's illegal.

He'll have to use some really crummy back roads.

I'd say two, maybe three days.

Jim left home four days ago.

We have to I haven't heard from him since Dr. Proud Mary, what you got there?

Oh, buttons, pins, shoelaces, things people around here throw away and then need later on.

Now Luther Hawkins, I got work.

You've been dragging your tail lately.

I'm tired.

I've been doing the Lindy hop between orderly and positions, assistant and

training, 15 hours here, 6 hours at school, 4 hours studying.

That's 25.

See how If your mother could speak, she'd say... She'd say she's proud.

She'd say, stop your fussing.

I never heard your mother complain.

Worked with her since before you were born.

What a sight she was carrying you.

Pushing a mop's stomach out to the air.

Still feel your mama in these halls?

Hell, the only thing I feel is the heat, for once.

At least the patients won't catch the death of cold.

I've seen a lot of people die here.

Some go quiet, some fight.

But most die uneasy because they don't have what they want.

You got what you want?

I'm not sure.

I heard they're selling the hospital to Boston G.

What would BG want with St. E?

You mean because we don't have white walls and carpeting?

Physician, the new owners will go through here like a dose of salt.

Redecorate, bring in a fancy cleaning crew, I'll lose my job, have to retire.

Wouldn't worry yet.

It ain't over till it's over.

There's a bit of a scrap developing here at the Blue Line.

These guys have been taking shots at each other all night.

One of them's going to be making a trip to the penalty box.

Griffin runs away with the puck, down center ice.

The goal's wide open, he gets a shot off.

Oh, a dazzling kick saved by Papandrao.

Play comes down at the end of the ice.

Score!

How does he do that?

Rematch.

No, I have to finish meds.

You know, my Uncle Nikos has a name for a guy like you.

Sports homo.

Yeah, well, you didn't tell me what I'd win if I beat you.

Oh!

Victor, you gotta watch out for her.

She's got real strong wrists.

Okay.

Slap and tickle's no good, but slap shot's okay, huh?

What?

Hospital decorum.

You and Griffin pucking around.

I smell smoke from a distant fire.

Well, maybe you just smell.

Oh, Mr. Brody, do you need help getting back to your room?

Of course not.

Right, Mr. Brody?

Here you go.

Here you go.

Oh, Victor, stop playing games.

You're the one trying to send Griffin to the penalty box, sister.

Stop spitting on me.

That's just my sibilant S.

Well, try to tighten your tongue so you don't blab about our sex life to Rosenthal.

Who needs to blab with you doing Johnny Weissmuller at full swing?

You say the most insensitive things.

You know, I don't even know why we're even going out.

I should just wake up.

Yeah?

Well, here, let me help you.

There.

Hello and goodbye, Victor.

Lucky I get out of a web without being eaten.

Dentists always give you a shot of Novocaine and then leave the room.

Where do they go, anyway?

Trade secrets.

It's not very numb yet.

Maybe Mark should give me a booster before we blast off.

Dr. Dolson says you two went to school together.

And other.

Until he decided to spend his life putting his fingers in other people's mouths.

Oh, Dr. Dolson enjoys his work.

He's always so happy and cheerful.

He's quite a lovely whistler, too.

Let's see how we're doing.

Why are you buying your shirts these days?

Nehru at any price?

Whenever Wayne's nervous, he makes stupid jokes.

Actually, uh, he always makes stupid jokes.

Whoops!

Hang on.

Not building my confidence relax never seen marathon man you know the drill Wayne

hands clean open you know you should gargle and clip those nose hairs Dr.

Dolson I appreciate your testifying, Dr. Morrison.

It's been 16 years since Motes first checked in here.

Law says, even if somebody's in here for life, you've got to review.

Parole hearings come up every year.

So, Slick Nick gets to step up to the plate one more time.

What's his background?

I'm not supposed to discuss his rap sheet.

Bias to your opinion.

Not that I could.

But on the QT, armed robbery, manslaughter, murder, well, you shouldn't be in front of the board too long.

What's wrong?

Really, all this is just a formality.

Any questions?

Yeah.

Uh, bathroom?

Nervous, huh?

What's the big deal?

I skipped my cornflakes this morning and flaked out.

Feel that?

How about now?

Not out.

Now?

Out.

Yeah.

Prick.

Let's take Dr. Dawson upstairs for an electromyogram.

He's drunk.

No, we can't.

Grab a wheelchair.

Next stop, neurophysiology.

What's going on?

Nothing to worry about.

Sure.

My best friend the doctor won't even tell me what it is I've got.

Mark, it could be a lot of things.

A herniated disc or peripheral neuropathy.

Level with me, Wayne.

We have to run more tests, but your symptoms sound like multiple sclerosis.

Nurses.

The ZR was built in 1965.

Same year you were appointed chief of surgery at Boston General.

I left to come back here.

The mayor's report calls the ZR a black hole, sucking out money faster than it can be poured in.

That comes with the territory, I'm afraid.

Add to that the burden of caring for all the indigents you turn away from.

Patient care all together.

We may turn St. Eligius into our administrative lab and billing facilities.

Doctors and nurses have spent their lives sustaining this hospital.

Daniel, nothing's definite yet.

St. Eligius is a vital part of this neighborhood, Josiah, and even considering shutting its doors stinks.

Josiah, obviously one of the Don't be a friendly takeover.

Well, what did you expect?

I mean, Donald grew up in these hallways.

He watched St. Eligius being built from the very first brick.

And Daniel has been chief of services since before I signed on.

Some men lose their effectiveness.

Listen, Mark, I want you to know this spring I'm going to be named director of medicine and operations.

Now, I can't offer a position to Daniel or Donald, but be assured, Boston General, Carol wants you as chief of surgery.

Keep an eye on Mr. Cantor as you're in output and Peter Palsy.

I'd like to assist later on in the Fridell surgery.

I need more time learning axillary dissection.

Happy to have you.

Paulette, have you heard from your son?

Just on my way to find five minutes of inner peace and meditate.

Meditate.

Marcy used to meditate until she became one with a cocoa bean.

How is she doing?

She's checked into a fat farm.

Cold Turkey, no more chocolate, not even a Hershey's kiss.

You try to raise your kids as best you can, but can we really protect them?

Marcy blames me for her eating disorder.

Well, maybe I should have let Jim climb that stupid mountain.

My next patient, in a piece, will have to wait.

Wait, hmm.

Hear the rumor?

Boston General's about to gobble us up.

Were you ever afraid of losing Robert?

Get jealous?

Oh, I'll come back later.

Sorry this place is such a mess.

That's what I'm here for.

Relationships are supposed to be built on trust.

At least that's what I thought.

Sure, sometimes I'd catch Robert ogling a girl.

Hospital.

Figured that's what guys do.

I saw Lucy with another guy and made my green-eyed monster stand up on end.

You know, but I said things I shouldn't have.

I'll stand still.

Anyway, now I've lost Lucy, I don't know what to do.

Open, honest communication.

Sit her down, tell her how you feel.

I'm inarticulate.

I always say the wrong thing.

Besides, with my sibilant S, I wouldn't be able to say it and not spray it.

In high school, Robert used to write me these long, Long, sugary love letters.

They were beautiful.

I still have some of them.

Bill, they do, huh?

Try it with Lucy.

Organize your thoughts, jot them down.

If something doesn't work, just cross them out.

Maybe.

Of course, if you were so smart, your marriage never would have self-destructed.

Motes forced his way into the infirmary.

I was busy treating this other inmate, Stephen McAllister.

No guards were present?

You're aware this is against Newcastle policy.

A riot had broken out.

We're not assessing culpability on your part, Dr. Morrison, just asking what happened.

When I told Motes to leave, he...

He refused.

That's when he pulled the knife.

No knife was found after lockdown.

He had a knife.

Ask the nurse.

Sylvia Berkway's testimony is right in front of me.

Jerry, you know how easily inmates can ditch weapons, drugs.

Drugs.

Continue, Dr. Morrison.

I warned Motes to leave.

He and McAllister kept treating the whole... This is not Stephen McAllister's parole hearing.

Would you stop interrupting me?

What the hell is your problem?

Don't you understand?

I was raped.

I was forced onto the ground, my arms behind my back, my face against a tile.

And worse than what Nick Motes did to me physically is the way he invaded my life.

And the fact that we are all sitting here deciding whether or not to Let this guy go!

If you ever get the chance to strap Nick Motes into the electric chair, call me.

Because I want to watch.

I want to pull the switch.

That's all, Dr. Morrison.

Always thought you had great glands treat me like any other patient that way there's

half a chance I'll come out of this alive yeah I feel a little bite here care.

Long way from freshman year when I was the one prescribing the medicine.

Don't remind me.

Remember Stuart Kastmeyer?

Decalse.

He came down with MS just before graduation.

You still see him in that wheelchair, too weak and twisted to walk up there and get his diploma.

I don't want to be crippled.

I'm scared, Wayne.

Just a bradycardia.

Next time, cancel the code.

I misread the vitals.

Nobody gets the story straight when you're around.

What are you yacking about?

Victor saw us talking, thought it meant something.

Like he thought we had a thing going on?

I care about Victor.

He cares about me.

Or he did, anyway.

In the way.

Makes me feel good about myself.

Says my beauty translates from the Greek.

And now... How could Victor possibly think that... You and me, huh?

Oh, listen, bucko.

I'd break your heart and your jaw.

Dr. Cotton, watch those bleeders.

Check the surgical board.

Your book's solid.

Thought I'd pitch in.

Dr. Paulette Kiem, this is Dr. Josiah Bartlett.

What procedure are you performing?

Bifemoral obstruction.

You ought to bifemoral bypass to be more precise.

Whatever you say, Mark.

A bit snippy today, Paulette.

Carlton, move over.

Impressive OR suite.

Hey, Josiah, we have one of the lowest mortality rates in the state.

More exposure?

How much more exposure do you need, doctor?

Well, moot point, since it'll all probably go anyway.

What do you mean?

Most likely these rooms will be turned into storage for files.

Well, as you said earlier, nothing's definite, hmm?

The suture is tearing the artery.

For crying out loud, we're not donning socks here.

These ORs are a write-off.

I spent 22 years making this a top-notch surgical department.

And soon you'll be operating rating in the finest Mark help me here don't give me

orders Paulette I'm still chief of surgery dr carton step in please you want to run the show finish mrs Jones bypass.

Notes I know you thought I wouldn't testify That's fine, but I'd be scared.

I'm not afraid of you anymore.

Call upstairs, make sure all our notes are coming.

Gina, locate Dr.

Westphall, tell him I need a consult, stat.

Great news DDS, no Ms.

No BS?

Only PS, we don't know what caused your symptoms.

Who cares, they're gone now.

Sign me out.

Listen Mark, stick around, let me run a few tests.

How's your tooth?

Don't look down in the mouth, let's peg whatever this is.

Wayne, I feel terrific.

You got no reason to keep me here.

Where do I sign?

Thanks for showing me around well you breezed through here so fast this hospital

didn't have a chance to put its best foot forward St. Eligius has two left feet I

think that's holding you back Mark you know my father was a very famous surgeon

he told me that if I worked hard someday I'd be in charge at a place like Boston.

General think of the miracles you'll be performing with our state-of-the-art

cardiac unit In no time at all, you'll be the toast of BG.

I hope you tell Dr. Butler to look for a hospital elsewhere.

I don't want to talk about this.

I'm surprised by your attitude.

It seems like you could care less whether St. Eligius is sold or not.

And you were no help to Donald and Daniel when they first tried derailing the mayor's proposal.

And now when there's a need for a rallying cry, someone like you could really... Oh boy, you British.

British.

Look, people at this hospital are willing to put themselves on the line to save this place.

Do you think we want to end up a month from now out on the streets?

I keep pushing, Helen.

It'll happen a lot sooner for you.

I don't think we'll see Mr. Cantrell up here again.

Nice job.

I'll reschedule Keith Freidel's surgery for tomorrow.

No, I'll operate now.

What's the hurry?

Because Mrs. Freidel is downstairs wondering if her son has cancer.

To do this procedure, The procedure will take me 20 minutes.

The lab report will be back in 30, and to postpone this biopsy until tomorrow would be cruel to Keith's mother.

You're pushing yourself.

Don't say that.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've been yelling at everybody, making mistakes.

I keep telling myself he's all right.

He's fine.

You know what?

He's just like me.

Dr. Ehrlich.

Spoil the mood.

What's going on?

Funt origami class?

You'll make fun.

Try me.

I'm writing Lucy a little sonnet.

Oh.

Oh, anyway, can you help me with this?

What, no bon mots?

Bon?

Clever sayings, witticisms?

Reaching way down to the essence of your very being.

Putting your barest, rarest feelings on pulp.

I think that's noble.

Really?

It probably wastes the time, too.

I mean, since people say that, you wouldn't know an honest emotion if you were lit on fire.

Now, about that psycho-oxygenate.

Take a powder.

Is that a bon mot?

Out!

He's right, who am I kidding?

Setting, over between Lucy and me, my mere husk of my former self,

if I ever was a former self.

Catherine, now I've been toying with the idea of getting a place in the Big Apple.

Sounds like a good idea, Daniel.

I'll be closer to your grandchildren anyway.

You know, the North has always appealed to me.

I know it'd be good for Lizzie and Tommy and I'd start a private practice.

Vermont is a beautiful state.

Mark, did Josiah give you any idea when they're going to write the check?

No, not a clue.

Hit me, Donald.

A hose.

What?

For Pete's sake, spray him with the water.

What?

Sorry.

Here you go.

Thanks.

It's just frustrating as hell to think that we're being stopped by money.

Physical physical limitations.

Maybe BG buying this place is all for the best.

They know the business side of hospitals.

There's no heart, no soul.

Money can't change that.

It just infuriates me to think that some fella in a gray flannel suit is going to

walk in here and tell us that he can do our job better than we can.

Who says he can do the job better than we can?

All right, I'm with you, pal.

Where are you two going?

We're not giving up St. Eligius, not without a damn good fight.

You with us this time?

It's over, we've lost, fait accompli.

You're all wet, Mark.

Hey!

Hey, slow down.

How about cleaning this up?

Things don't feel so different around here after all.

Should they?

Oh, I mean my adopting Pete.

I mean, this afternoon I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing.

Mom, Pete is jumping on my bed, tell him to get out of my room.

Room.

Caitlin, tell him yourself.

I just have these certain feelings for Caitlin and Christopher.

You say you don't love Pete?

No, of course, I love Pete.

It's just that, well, to call myself his mother when actually Nina was,

I mean, Nina is Pete's mother.

Joanne, after the parole hearing today, most didn't even recognize me.

Now, for months, I've been tormented by this guy's ghost.

He paralyzed me, just like Nina's memories do unto you.

It's time for us both to let go, get on with our lives.

Hiya.

Yeah, hello.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, how long has the IV been out?

No, Jack, don't go.

Just tell him you want to stay at home.

Uh-huh.

Yep.

But you don't have to do it.

I'll be right over Dr.

Fiscus, my arthritis is starting to flare.

Oh, I must sit bedrock.

Hey, I will have a new time open again.

You can't expect me to catch him twice in one day.

Doctor doctor oh my god doctor help her she's not breathing.

She choked on something I'm not able to push Aaron I'll call the nurse's station patient.

Code blue in the doctor's lounge.

The only doctor in the lounge is unconscious.

We can't wait.

I'll do a trach.

Do you have a knife or anything sharp?

Have a cleanse or antiseptic?

No.

Alcohol for disinfecting rooms.

I'm going to need a tube.

An old Ivy hose.

Excellent.

Excellent.

You did it!

Uh-huh.

Pretty good, huh?

Long day it's okay OR with Paulette Kiem she's pretty intense family worries great

thing about being a wasp from Westport no sense of clan so no worries Griffin's not

a tight-knit bunch kind of fell apart after my mom died where we even get

together on holidays I've always been closer to my My husband's tribe than my own.

I miss his family wingdings even more than him.

It's been a long day for me, too.

Still camping out at the Craig's.

Tired of eating my meals next to a one-year-old.

You feel like grabbing a bite at Chet's last call?

No, Seth, I don't think so.

Take Keith back to his room and tell his mother that the result will be in short.

I met up with some kids in Providence.

Luther, you're here late again.

You too.

Till I finish.

Nice of Dr. Auschlander to let you study in his office.

Mary, don't get this wrong.

Do you ever get tired of cleaning this place?

Cleaning is just what I do while I'm doing other things.

Like what?

A little of this and that.

Spend the day scrubbing your way down the halls only to have them messed up again.

Is that how you think about being an orderly?

Well, I try not to think about being an orderly, period.

Wiping up after patients, wheeling them around.

A lot of people don't give us a second thought, but we're important.

This hospital couldn't get along without us.

Maybe.

The tough as it is becoming a PA, I'd never turn back.

I want to help people, make a difference.

Felt the same way when I was your age.

I was going to be a lawyer.

You couldn't get into law school.

Good grades came easily.

Long as it was just me and my books, I was a whip.

Everybody told me so.

My friends, my parents, my teachers.

And the more they told me how smart I was, the more afraid I was.

I wasn't smart at all.

That somehow, I'd been fooling them all along.

Oh, I got so scared of being successful.

Oh, I just dropped back.

Dropped back into the crowd.

Yeah.

Got a job here.

Well, maybe it's time you step back out.

I'm happy where I am.

As long as they don't sell St. Eligius.

Pulse was racing, pupils dilated, paresthesias.

What drugs are you taking?

Me?

You would try any chemical that came through New Orleans, hit the bong every morning before brushing.

And flossing.

Paid off, too.

Healthy gums.

Patients, nitrous.

You're tapping into the laughing gas.

This stuff's there.

It's free, basically.

Semi-legitimate.

Are you crazy?

Here we go.

The same self-righteous Fiscus from Tulane.

Don't you know what long-term exposure to nitrous will do?

No, but short-term exposure is a gas.

Even with only recreational use, you're facing neurological damage,

permanent paralysis.

Makes the day bearable, Wayne.

Pain.

Ever since that afternoon, the Dean called me to his office.

Accused me.

Fraudulent research.

Hell, the theory was correct.

I just took a shortcut.

Too much pressure.

Too little time.

You're out, he said.

My brilliant career.

Over.

I hate being a dentist.

But medicine's not all there is.

You have to think about the things that you haven't done yet, like gotten married, had a kid.

Gone to Nepal?

Well, you never will unless you stop strapping on the mask.

And if you quit, your symptoms will disappear in a week.

I'll try, Wade.

I'll help you, bud.

Us Sammies give each other hope, confidence, and 100% support.

Ward.

Thanks.

Truth is, I would have been a better doctor than you.

I know.

Finally got Mr. Dill I could clean up.

Goodie.

He asked for you.

I said, you remind him of his wife?

She's dead.

See, this is for you.

Better be my OT pay.

This is your money.

This green smells like creamy vinaigrette.

I know a woman lovely as the grove of olives, bright-eyed as the sapphire sea,

all honey-haired and breathed like fresh-baked loaves of bread and wine and feta cheese, sheer nectar, Hector.

Oh, Ehrlich.

You sweetie.

Meeting.

Mr. Durlacher again.

Could you get that?

Oh, and tell him I've already spoken for.

Must be a way out of this conundrum.

Sure.

The front door.

No, I think our best bet is to stall.

Maybe Boston General will lose interest.

At least give us time to think of some way of turning this place around.

Better be quick, you know.

Glad I caught you all.

Yeah, me too, Bartlett.

I want I want to tell you something.

You know, you were right.

I could work miracles at Boston General, but so what?

I mean, without equipment and caliber of patients, anyone could.

You know, in 1965, I left BG to come to St. Eligius because they needed doctors

like me who could turn a cleaning cart into a crash cart and save a life.

I mean, the people in this neighborhood are desperate.

No one else can do the job.

So you can take your state of the art surgical department and your art gallery walls and shove them.

Because if St. Eligius goes down,

I admire your convictions.

But I've just come from a board meeting, and in our minds, buying this building would be a very large mistake.

There won't be a sale after all.

Oh, boy, you guys at Boston General, you got no guts.

Excuse me.

Still alive, my friend?

Hot damn.

Jack, testifying all right?

Yeah, I went, uh, I went hoping to get revenge somehow.

I realize that's wrong.

Wanting to hurt Moats is just killing me.

Everything's fine now.

Good.

You have reason to smile.

Absolutely.

That expensive German rolling stock belongs to Bartlett, huh?

Good night, Mark.

Good night.

Good night, Dr. Craig.

Thank you.

Where the hell is my car?

Auf Wiedersehen.

But if you hurry, you might catch the bus.

Victor Don't hurt me.

I'm never gonna hurt you again.

How'd you find me?

You always come down here to saw and wood when the MRS is on the fritzel.

Lucy, I said some things earlier.

Me too, but now I know you are sensitive.

So let's clear the boards and round them up.

What about our relationship in the next level?

Hang on.

Whoa, I feel the earth move already.

Me too.

Victor, marry me.

I'm game.

Door!

Door!

Mom!

What is it?

Someone's at the door.

Caitlin, are your legs broken?

Jack probably forgot his keys.

Hi there.

Is Jack home?

Sorry, no.

Ah, doggone luck.

I just got in from out of town.

Old friend.

Oh, you can reach him at the hospital.

Ah, no, I don't want to bother him.

I know how hard he works.

Good doctor.

Hiya, Buster!

Doctor.

Cute kids.

Nice apartment.

Ah, I'll be back some other time.

Bye-bye.

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