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Whoa. Careful.

I know. I ought to be after what this cost.

Well, Trapper, here's to your much-deserved vacation.

And it couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

I'll second that.

Ooh, it tickles.

Well, how would you like to open your going-away present?

What?

A present?

I'm only going to be gone for four days.

That's four more days than you usually get.

How true.

It's for after a hard day of shushing down those cold ski trails.

Mucklucks, you shouldn't have.

And it's for those long, cozy nights with a warm snow bunny in front of a

crackling fire.

Mucklucks. She'll gaze into your eyes, whisper softly.

Mucklucks.

Thanks a lot.

$7.42.

Well, it's the money that counts, not the thought. Thanks.

It's all right.

Just think, by this time tomorrow, you'll be out on those slopes.

Yep. Trushing.

Traversing. Oh, yeah.

Relax, Trapper. You're on vacation. You got more beautiful days in Mammoth to

look forward to.

More beautiful days. Will you look at that?

After all, you've been planning this trip for a long time.

Four days off in a row is hard to come by.

Practically impossible.

That's right. Not to mention the hassle you went through running the

condominium, making travel arrangements.

I tell you, Trapper, this is one vacation you really deserve.

You can say that again.

You owe it yourself to get away from all this. Don't I know it.

Well, I don't know what's happening, but it's going to be a long night.

Goodbye, mammoth.

I didn't want to go skiing anyway.

It's now slushy this kind of year. Keep telling yourself that, Jean-Claude.

Where's my doctor?

I want my own doctor.

Does anyone here speak Hungarian?

I don't care where you put me, just so I'm close to the bathroom.

We need an orderly in room three. You be taking care of us. What's going on? Hey,

what happened to slolums and snow bunnies? It'll wait. Tell me what's

happening. They had to evacuate, Bay General.

Evacuate? Why?

Had a fire in the kitchen, spread throughout the entire hospital. Lots of

smoke and water damage. Had to send most of the patients over here.

We better call in some more doctors.

We've got one over here, fella.

See you later. Yeah.

Brian Hanley, physician-surgeon in Bon Vivant, Bay General.

What'd you do to your arm?

I don't know.

Let's take a look.

Whew.

Hell. When the fire spread to the lab, I must have been standing next to

something pretty potent. Now I get this burning sensation. It feels like my arm

is coming off.

Dr. Gates, you're wanted in the CCU immediately.

Go ahead. I'll be all right.

You might clean his arm and have Rosen look at it. Yes, sir.

Sorry, we're a little short of doctors right now.

Oh, I know that. But if you find me a new lab coat, I'll give you a hand.

I'm a doctor.

The little soil will be capable.

Oh, well.

Anything you say, Doctor.

Excuse us, please.

Pardon, pardon.

May we thank you.

Hey, this is a real trip, isn't it?

Exciting, yes.

Wild. Two hospitals in two days for me.

Uh, Starch, would you please take Mrs.

Needleman straight to admissions, request the fourth floor? Oh, we just

heard they're all full up there. The fourth floor is closed.

Oh, dear.

Closed?

Well, uh, what about the third floor? They closed the third floor, too. Well,

what's left? What about maternity?

Me in maternity?

Oh, that would be a kick.

We couldn't do that, Stanley.

Well, just see if you can find her records and take her to the fourth

floor. They've got to have a bed for her somewhere.

Just anywhere where I can crash, okay?

Crash.

So, anything else?

We'll have to postpone all elective surgery for a while. See if you can

reschedule my cholecystectomy and the breast biopsy.

All right.

Good.

I hope you don't mind the little room, but it's all we have left. Well, it is a

room anyway.

Sorry, Jackpot, half the files are missing from Bay General. I can't find

her chart anywhere.

Oh, listen, kids, for Pete's sake, I can save you all that trouble. Why don't I

just tell you what I've got already?

I have that chart mesmerized backwards and forwards. A woman after my own

heart. Name's Sally Needleman.

age 82, race Caucasian, blood type A, diagnosis

metastatic carcinoma.

Metastatic carcinoma?

Where's the primary?

On my lungs.

Ain't that a kick?

I'm terminal.

Terminal? No big deal.

I can live with it.

Well, Mrs. Needleman, as long as you're in our hospital, we don't intend to let

you terminate.

That's what I like. A doctor with a good bedside manner.

Even if he is a liar.

Dr. McIntyre, Dr. Gates, report to ICU.

Dr. McIntyre, Dr.

Gates, report to ICU. Dr. Gates.

What is it, Sullivan? Must be 20 minutes ago. He was doing all right, though.

Dr. Gates, report to ICU. What happened?

Acute pulmonary edema.

What have you given him?

10 milligrams MS. I've started rotating tourniquets.

Well, his rhythm seems steady. Pretty good.

You give him any furosemide?

40 milligrams IV.

Sorry, fellas, I beat you to it.

But then I'm always beating you to it, aren't I, McIntyre?

Brian, what are you doing here? Oh, just saving another patient for you.

Relax, he'll be fine.

Thanks.

Well, it's nothing any other hot shot doctor wouldn't do.

I take it you two know each other?

It's a long story.

Don't tell me. You're still miffed because I beat you in the racquetball

playoff.

Somebody actually beat the man?

He cheats. Welcome to Bedlam.

Thanks, Trapper.

How's it sound?

It was better.

How's your arm?

It's okay. Still itches a little.

I'll tell you what.

If you can find someone to watch his vital signs, I'll help you with your

other patients.

I'll be right back.

I found O'Malley. She'll keep an eye on him and call us if there's any change.

Any... Uh, what?

You okay?

Okay.

Sure, I'm fine.

Fine.

Good. There's only about 30 or 40 people out there waiting for us. You ready?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right there.

Oh, boy, all these new patients. I can't even keep it straight.

Oh, Tompkins in 421 needs an alcohol rub. Just gave him one.

No, that was Chang in 424.

No, because I remember he'd been up all night wheezing.

No, jackpot. The wheezer's in 450. You're thinking of Willow, who sings to

himself in 430. No, no, no.

Billings is the guy who sings to himself.

Willow's the guy who snores. Well, then who's the smoker? The snorer? The

singer. The snorer's with the wheezer. Where's the sleeper?

With the singer.

Uh, Dr. Hanley was asking after you, Doctor.

Gee, I wish he'd ask after me.

Oh, me too.

Where is he, you know? Uh, said he'd meet you in O.R. Something about beating

you to it again?

That figures. Good old Brian.

What's wrong with Dr.

Hanley? Wrong? Nothing's wrong with him. That's what's wrong with him. He's

nearly perfect.

A nearly perfect man.

Trapper, don't tell me you envy that.

Envy? Me? What's to envy?

I don't know.

His good looks.

His personality.

His great sense of humor. A simple answer would have sufficed.

Brian, you going to be much longer?

Are you kidding? We just got started.

This old guy's in bad shape.

Severe GI bleed.

He's not getting any better.

BP is 82 over 54.

Give him two more units of whole blood.

Let me give us a break. We've still got a lot of work to do. It's just that

we've got a lot of patients lined up out there. I've got a laparotomy. They can't

wait much longer.

Do you mind working combat style?

Combat? Yeah, let's double up. You stay where you are, and we'll set up on the

other side of the room.

Fine with me. I like large parties.

It's all set.

Room one, we'll have to double up with handling.

Okay.

Hey, how's it going?

Oh, it's incredible, just like World War III.

We've run 47 surgeries through here since 6 o'clock.

Yeah, I know.

But you don't look any worse for wear.

You kidding?

We've had a lot of experience at this. Yeah, this kind of takes you back,

doesn't it, Starch?

About 28 years.

Next plate can be ready, Trapper.

Okay, thank you, Larry.

Okay, babe, we're on.

Bye-bye.

Production.

Clamp.

Come on, let's move. We still got a long way to go.

Okay, there's the tear.

Let's just control the bleeding, then we'll repair it.

Would you adjust that light, please?

Yeah, good.

Nice. Nice, bud.

Pressure's down. He's not perfusing well.

Give me some more blood.

Already did.

Uh-oh.

I'm getting multiple PVCs.

Give him 100 milligram bolus of lidocaine.

Okay, done.

Ventricular tachycardia.

We're gonna have to shock him, Paddles. Come on, move, Paddles!

Clear.

You need any help? No, I don't need your help!

Cardiacs stand still. Give him epinephrine IV.

Okay, I'm gonna give him some more bicarb, too. Well, do it!

Damn it, nobody dies on me.

Give him some more calcium.

Come on.

That's it. It's far enough.

We're almost there.

Come on. You've got to pull through this. Come on.

Come on, baby.

Doctor, it's been almost an hour. We can't save him. It's no use.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

You gotta pull through.

There's nothing you can do. He's dead.

Look, in a minute. I've got to do something first.

Sit down. Sit down. Sit down? Look, Mrs.

Needleman, you don't seem to understand. This is a period of intense crisis. We

don't have time to... Look, come on. I just want to read you something, and it

won't take but a minute.

But you don't understand... Go ahead, Mrs. Needleman.

Okay. All right.

I, Sally Needleman, being of sound mind and body, and knowing full well I may

croak any day now, do hereby make my last will and testament.

I have to get back to emergency.

Having no next of kin and only one dead husband who left me a bundle, I hereby

bequeath all my worldly goods to all my friends at San Francisco Memorial

Hospital who made my last days such a treat.

Mrs. Needleman, that's very kind and generous of you, but, uh, well, really,

we can't accept.

No, we can't. On the other hand, if that's what you really want... Besides,

you're not dying.

Not if we can help it.

Look, I'm going to kick the bucket, and I know it.

Besides, I'd rather see you folks get my money instead of the IRS, those dirty

vultures. She's got a point there.

You must have other friends or relatives.

Yes, but they're all loaded, and they don't need it. Besides, you're the ones

who've made my last days so beautiful.

Now, I'm going to fill in the blanks of all I like as I go along.

Mrs. Needleman, I wish you wouldn't do this. Why not?

You kids are doing so much for me. All I want to do is show my appreciation, and

I don't want to hear any more about it.

Hey, don't you have rounds or something?

Rounds, right, yes. Well, we'd better be going and let our patient get her beauty

sleep. Yes, right.

We'll be around if you need anything.

If you need anything at all, you give me a call, okay?

Okay, doctor.

Call me Stanley.

Stanley.

What is it?

Liverwurst. Oh.

Pass. Yeah.

Stick with my chips and cookies.

So, the old gal's leaving you her fortune, huh?

Well, not me personally. Anybody she takes a liking to these days.

Sounds promising.

What's her diagnosis?

Metastatic carcinoma.

You sure?

That's what the lady says.

I can't seem to find her records. I think they were destroyed in the fire.

How long do you suppose this famine's gonna last?

Oh, days.

The state general's still waiting for the smoke to clear.

You know what's amazing?

All these years I've taken tuna on wheat for granted.

You don't appreciate it until it's gone.

Stupid.

You're stupid!

What kind of a place is this?

One lousy machine.

Can't even get one crummy cup of coffee.

Anything we can do for you, Mrs. Needleman?

All I wanted was a glass of water.

Look at that. The way everybody's fawning over that poor dear woman.

Oh, almost forgot.

Mrs. Needleman says thanks for all those lovely flowers you gave her this

morning.

Hey, Rip.

Yeah? You want to take a break and get away from all this commotion?

Yeah. Anything would be an improvement.

Good. Come with me.

What's happening? Well, the fire department just sent over some files

from Bay General.

Oh, it's about time.

They need to be filed.

Filing? Great.

How hard could that be?

That's right.

How hard could it be?

Difficult? I don't want to hear about difficult.

We need some more help around here.

Well, try some of the temporary agencies, anything.

Any luck?

Not unless I want six key punch operators.

Swell.

Oh, thanks.

How are we holding up, huh?

Pretty good. Except for your friend, the Wonder Doctor.

What?

He practically went to pieces after he lost that patient to his... Brian?

I find that kind of hard to believe.

You seen him lately?

He's falling apart.

Well, let me tell you something about Brian.

No, no, six years ago.

There was a car that plowed into the back end of a truck that was carrying

some liquid oxygen.

The young woman driver of the car and the baby girl in the passenger seat died

instantly.

Brian worked five and a half hours to save the truck driver.

Then he spent another three hours patching up some kids from a gang fight.

But it wasn't until every last patient was out of the woods that he finally

sat down to weep for his wife and daughter that died in the

accident.

But don't tell me you can't stand the heat.

Maybe the schedule's getting to all of us.

Yes,

he's here.

Right, I'll tell him.

I see you.

Beat you again, Doc.

What happened?

He's had myocardial infarction. He's in failure again. I'm treating him with

morphine and diuretics.

You need any help?

It's under control. I can handle it.

Okay. Thanks.

Dr. Hanley?

Dr. Hanley?

Gonzo!

That was close.

Let me see the tape.

All right, you better get a cardiologist to see this. I think he's had an M.I.

I wonder what went wrong with Dr. Hanley.

I don't know.

We'll find out.

Nice going, Hanley. You damn near lost that patient.

Sorry, Gates. I... I can't understand it. Look, I don't know what it is you're

on, but when it starts... I'm not on anything.

That's the truth.

Come on, look at you.

Any first-year med student could recognize the symptoms you wear in a

cloud for a hat.

No, I'm not.

I swear I'm not.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

You're right. It won't happen again because we're not going to let it

happen. But I'm not going to cover for you, Hanley.

Now you better come down and come down fast before you end up killing somebody.

I've been looking all over for you.

One of the orderlies told me you're out here.

What's going on?

I just needed a breath of fresh air.

I'll save your breathing for later. We're stacked up in the OR.

I can't do it, Trapper. I'm just too damn tired.

Not you, the strong man of medicine? Come on.

I mean it, Trapper. I'm not up to it. I'm just wiped out. So am I, but we both

feel a lot better than those patients in there.

Trapper, I... Look, Brian, I need your help. Now get yourself together and meet

me in the scrub room.

Let's retract the colon.

Give me another clamp.

What kind of suture do you want, doctor?

Tie that.

How about 4-0 silk?

Doctor Doctor doctor Hanley, okay

Damn it. Didn't I ask for a suture?

Dr. Hanley, you okay?

Dr. Hanley?

Dr.

Hanley, you okay?

Dr. Hanley?

Brian, are you alright?

Brian, are you all right? What's going on?

Dr. Hanley?

Doctor.

Thank you.

Go on, Brian. I'm taking over.

As soon as we get this tied off, we'll do the splenectomy.

Everything's stable here.

Okay, give me a stick tie, please.

Henley's got to go now. You've got to get him out of here. Out? Why? Because

he's doped up on drugs or booze or something, and I have bailed him out for

the last time. Anyway, what are you talking about? I'm talking about a guy

who almost butchered two patients. He's wired on something.

You can't go around making charges like that unless you've got something to back

it up. You want proof? Four people saw him freak out in there. If you don't

believe me... Wait, what do you mean?

He's buzzed, man. He's flying.

Where is he?

I saw him go into the supply room a few minutes ago. I think he's still there.

Brian, it's Trapper.

What's going on, buddy? How you doing?

Trapper.

It's all right.

It's all right. Everything's all right.

Help me.

Trapper, help me.

I will. I will, Brian.

What's happening to me, Trapper? What's happening?

Come on, now. Let's just...

Let's just find out, okay?

No.

Not drugs. I swear. Not drugs. I was so clean.

I swear.

I'm clean. Not drugs. Okay.

Okay, let's go.

Something. Not drugs. Not drugs. I swear. You've got to help me.

My mind.

You've got to find out. It's going to be all right. I'm losing my mind. Please.

You're all right. Please.

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.

Oh, God bless you.

I'm allergic to those things.

I told the florist to send azaleas. You can't trust anybody anymore.

You should get back to your patients.

But you're my patient.

My very special patient. Oh, cut the saps, Stanley.

You're just hanging around because I turn you on.

While you're here, would you give me the name of that little orderly?

Orderly? Yeah, the one that was here last night. I want to add his name to my

list.

Gee, I don't know who you mean. Oh, yes, you do. He was kind of short and dark

and had a little mustache. Oh, he's a real sweetie.

Short, dark-haired kid.

Mustache. Real nice. That's the one.

He's not here anymore. He quit this morning.

Oh, what a shame.

How about a nice back rub?

The Skull series is negative.

Yeah, looks like it.

That's me, Mr. Lucky.

I'm ordering a cat scan for tomorrow.

It's funny, I'm almost looking forward to a tumor.

Well, at least we'd know what it is, right?

I wouldn't have the label of drug addict.

Listen, Brian, you know, a lot of people have used stimulants at one time or

another.

And sometimes they were not aware of what it was doing to them.

Oh, come on, Trapper, you know me better than that.

I've never taken any drugs. Why would I need drugs? My life is perfect.

I'm so well-adjusted, it's disgusting. I don't even take vitamins.

Then how do you explain the irrational behavior?

I can't.

But if I wasn't clean, do you think I would have submitted to all those tests?

Lab reports.

Now, don't tell me it's... it's nothing.

Tell me...

It's something, anything.

Lab test finds a high content of phencyclidine in your urine and blood

samples.

Phencyc... PCP?

That's right.

Angel dust? That's impossible.

They're wrong. They've got to be wrong.

I made them check the results three times. I tell you, they're wrong!

Well, according to this, you're on the most dangerous hallucinogenic drug

around. Oh, Trapper, I swear to heaven.

Okay, Brian.

You say you're clean.

How do you explain this?

I don't know.

You are in hot water up to your ears,

Hanley. You need all the help you can get.

What's the point in denying this?

Because it doesn't make sense.

None of it. The tests, the irrational episodes.

Nothing like this ever happened to me until I came to this stinking place. I

was fine until I came here.

Then I'll probably go to Monte Carlo. I've never been there. Slow down. You've

already spent Mrs. Needleman's money three times. Hey, it's what she would

have wanted.

Would have wanted?

She's not dead, you know.

Miss Brancusi, could you... You don't mind, do you, Jackson? Could you rewrap

this for me?

It's slitting your wrist again, Doc?

No, I just can't be too... Careful. Ever since yesterday, I've had this itching

sensation, like a heat rash.

I don't want it to spread.

Heat rash? It just looks like prickly heat to me. I wouldn't put a bandage on

it. No?

Prickly heat.

Heat rash.

Prickly heat.

Prickly heat.

Stanley. Hmm?

What were you wearing yesterday?

My imported alkyd loafers.

Argyle size. On your arm.

On my arm? A lab coat, short sleeve shirt.

Lab coat?

Where'd you get it? From our laundry.

Incidentally, they're doing a terrible job. There's stains all over the thing.

I wouldn't even have worn it. I said it was the only one they had. Would you

recognize it if you saw it again? I couldn't miss it. The thing smelled

terribly. After a few hours, it got so bad, I just had to take it off. I

couldn't wear it anymore.

It is that laundry. Have you noticed how terrible they're doing these days?

Gloria.

It's a box of files you had yesterday, the ones from Bay General.

Oh, something got on them. They reeked. I had to put them outside to air them.

Where?

Near the fire escape. Come on, let's go get them.

Another country's not just... It's just enough to make you cry.

Prickly heat.

Trapper, I've got to talk to you. Not now. I've got a valve job waiting for me

in O.R. It's about Hanley. His story doesn't trap me. You're telling me.

Just promise me you won't take any action against him for a little while.

I've got a hunch. Well, your hunch better pay off before I get out of OR,

because I'm going to have to go to the board on this one. Just hold off for a

little while, okay?

He's a friend, right?

I know, and I acknowledge that, but I'm in a terrible position.

I just hope I'm not the one who's going to have to blow the whistle on him.

I feel ridiculous.

Here's another one.

Try this one.

Let's see here.

Yes, that's probably it. Can we go now? No, that's not it. You said yours had a

stain on the sleeve. I'll have one. All right. I wonder how long these things

have been here.

A $5 bill!

Where'd you get that?

Finders keepers.

Here, how about this one? Check the pockets. Never mind the pockets. Will

you try it on?

Oh, no, that's it. I can tell by the smell. Take it away.

I'll get this to Gonzo. All right.

Are you coming?

I'll be there shortly.

Okay, Trapper, sit down. I am sitting.

Then stay down, because I'm going to lay some testimony on you that will knock

your socks off.

Testimony? Come on in, everybody.

Now, hold on. Wait a minute. I've got a lot of work to do here.

Regarding the people, our people versus Dr.

Brian Hanley, I'd like to present Exhibit A, if you please.

Exhibit A.

What is that?

A smelly, rancid box of files found in the laboratory at Bay General Hospital.

Miss Brancusi, would you please describe the condition of the box when you first

found it? Sir, it was wet.

Wet? Wet.

Thank you, Gloria. There you have it, Exhibit A.

Now, Exhibit B. Would you tell the... Just tell the court what happened.

I had this burning sensation on my arm, John. When I told Gates about it... And

just where is that burn?

You know very well where it is. It's right here.

The same area and the same symptoms that Dr. Brian Hanley complained about on the

day of the fire.

Exhibit C.

Exhibit C.

Stanley, is this the lab coat that you were last wearing before complaining of

the burning on your arm? You know it is. How can you tell?

By the stain on the left sleeve and the rancid smell. A rancid...

Now, permit me to put the pieces together.

This smelly lab coat and this stinky box of files were in the lab at Bay General

Hospital. Dr. Brian Hanley was there, too. In fact, he was wearing this lab

coat, which had no odor at all, until the fire caused an explosion, spilling a

lot of smelly wet stuff all over him.

And what, might you ask, is that smelly wet stuff?

Starch?

I called Bay General Trapper.

They had records of a delivery from the children's zoo that morning.

Some animal tranquilizing serum they wanted analyzed.

They thought it had spoiled.

Aha. Animal tranquilizer, PCP. Exactly.

And our lab tests confirm it in the coat and in the files. Even though this coat

has been laundered, it still has a high concentration of PCP in the weave of the

fabric.

And as we all know...

Even a small amount of liquid PCP absorbed into the system through the

skin can cause a hallucinogenic reaction.

Oh, my God.

Relax, Stanley.

Relax? Are you kidding? How can I relax? With any minute, I might go schizo.

How can I tell Dad? His son is a junkie.

Come on, Stanley. There's a very simple precaution. Just don't wear the lab

coat.

That's true, John. That's a good point.

Dr. Brian Hanley did not take PCP.

He absorbed it.

So what do you say, Trapper? It all adds up, doesn't it?

Yeah, it's pretty good. You know, as a doctor, you're a good detective.

But you're a terrible attorney.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some apologizing to do to a friend.

Gates, what's it feel like...

Just before you freak out.

Buck up, Stanley.

We'll all be right behind you. Huh?

You can count on us, Doc. We'll stick with you till the end.

Truth thick and thin.

What are friends for?

Gee, thanks. You guys don't know what a relief it is to know that you got

friends standing behind you in a crisis.

That's worth everything.

Guys?

Guys?

God, quit your kidding, guys.

Did

you hear

that?

What? Nothing.

Isn't it great?

This is Needleman. Where are you going?

Back to Bay General.

Ain't that a bummer? They can't take you away. What about our lunch plans?

Tell them about your will.

What will? Oh, I forgot all about that. Oh, I got a will all right.

What I haven't got is money.

To tell you the truth, I haven't got a dime.

But you said... Well, I lied.

I just wanted to have friends around me before I kicked off.

And admit it.

A buck can't buy you much, but it can buy you friends.

And I caught you, didn't I?

Mrs. Nealman.

May I visit you tomorrow?

You like poor people?

No, I like to give back rubs.

Well, I have to admit, Brian, considering all that you've been through

the past few weeks, you look pretty good.

Well, I'm going to look a lot better on the weekend when I wipe you out in

racquetball. Sure.

Thanks, Trapper.

Hey,

Trapper.

Listen to this.

Three days.

three nights in beautiful Lake Tahoe. Three new chairlifts, new ski lodge, new

disco. Sounds terrific. Let me look at that.

To be completed by the winter of 1985.

Well, I might be able to make that.

You sure?

Well, 1986.