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- We've negotiated the outer epidermis

and the subcutaneous fat layer.

Notice that the incision runs
parallel to the muscle cells.

This is to ensure proper healing.

Continuing with a lateral
incision across the myocardium

we expose the chordinae tendinae.

As you can see, premature
ventricular contraction has set in.

And is followed by full cardiac arrest.

Respiration has bottomed out.

All brain function has ceased.

The patient...

has expired.

You win some, you lose some.

And now, ladies and gentlemen

you are about to experience

the cutting edge of medicine.

Let's open this baby up
and see what it'll do.

What is it, doc?

It's patient 193.

- Shit, that's Dr. Giggles.

- Who?
- It's his nickname.

Nobody knows his real ID.

Highly delusional, acute
schizophrenic with an IQ somewhere

in the stratosphere.

We're talking prodigy.

He thinks he's a...

doctor.

- Jesus, what the hell.

- Mm, Dr. Philips.

Dr. Philips, this isn't
really the place.

He should have kept his
hands to himself.

- What the?

The patients.

He's released the patients.

- Laughter is the best medicine.

Mmm.

- Aah!
- Check-out time.

- Hey, Jen.

Ask me why summer's off to a great start.

- Why is summer off to a great start?

- I called Johnson at lunch.
I got a job.

Playing old favorites for the locals

at his restaurant every Wednesday.

- That's great, Max.

- I don't know, my math's pretty shitty

but I think that leaves us six
nights of the week to engage

in unsafe practices.

- Heh.
You wish.

- Why do I detect a disturbing
lack of jubilation here?

I mean, maybe you haven't heard,
but school's out, you know?

The central government's collapsed.

People are free.

- I— I just didn't get much
sleep last night, that's all.

- Maybe it's time for the
famous Max Anderson stress test.

I hope you two can
breathe through your ears.

- Yeah, as long as you
don't plug them off.

- First time I've ever been
accused of talking too much.

- So you guys know where to meet tonight?

- Eight o'clock, Breeder's Hill.

- A fitting name, don't you think?

- You know, we might be a
little bit on the tardy side.

Yeah, we're
going on a little expedition.

- Expedition? You guys bringing tents?

- No, these guys have
a big surprise planned.

- Right.
- Speaking of big surprises,

the twin peaks.

- Let's climb.

See you guys later.

Party down tonight.

Hi, guys.

- I better get going.

I gotta stop by Johnson's
and fill out some stuff.

- Okay.

- You sure nothing's wrong?

- Yeah.

Pick me up at quarter to eight?

- Quarter to eight.

- Look up for me.

Now, I want you to sit up straight.

How's your dad doing?

Give me a deep breath.

All right.
Again.

Hmm.

- When will you know if
you need to, you know.

- Replace the valve?

- Well, it's way too early to tell.

We'll have to wait and see
what we get on the monitor

when you come back next week.

- Next week?

- Jennifer, don't forget
that a mitral valve prolapse

is not that serious.

Even if we have to operate,
we do them all the time.

- I'll try to remember that.

- It's more important that you remember

to avoid strenuous activity.

No coffee, no tea and
especially no alcohol.

It's all in here.

Anne will show you how
to put the monitor on.

I'll see you next week.

- Erica, what in the
world's the matter with you?

- Oh. It's okay, Ms. Henderson.

- Hey, that's an odd-looking radio.

- It's— it's not really a radio.

- It isn't? Well, what is it then?

- I'm kind of in a hurry.

Can I talk to you later?

Okay?

Hmm.

- Hi, Jennifer.
- Hi, Billy.

- Jen, honey, is that you?

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hey. Hi, sport.

Come on in.

I'm sorry I
couldn't get to the doctor.

If I don't upload these
figures by six o'clock,

I'm gonna be selling door-to-door.

So, what did Chamberlain say?

- Same thing he said
last week, wait and see.

- Oh.

- Got a new fashion accessory.

- Whoa.

Yeah, well, that's a good color for you.

- Thanks.
- Hey, at least school's out.

It might as well be fall.

I can't do anything.

- Yeah, I know.

But you have to take it easy, Jen,

or you're not gonna get any better.

I thought dinner was almost ready.

- You know what they say,

an apple a day keeps the doctor away.

- I know you're worried.

Especially with what
happened to your mother.

- It's not that, Daddy.

It's... it's her.

- Tamara?

Oh.

I think you're gonna get to like her.

I think it's gonna take some time.

- He's in the den.

- Daddy, Daddy.

I wanna be a doctor just like you.

- You will someday.

I promise.

- Yes, yes, I know.

First things first.

This town murdered you.

It's sick...

and must be cured.

- This is the surprise?
- Shut up.

When are we opening the case?

- Beer, right?
- Whoo-hoo!

All right.

- So just what is this big mystery?

- This big mystery?

Remember the facts of the case.

The citizens of Moorehigh
surrounded the house, broke in

and they dragged the town
doctor into the streets.

- And they stoned him to death, right?

- That's right.

And then they came in after
his son, but he disappeared.

- Never found him.

- How did Evan get out of the house?

- The suspense is killing me.

- Well, some say Dr. Rendell cremated him.

- Some say he ate him.
- Oh, sick.

- But I think Evan never left the house.

I think he's still here.
Alive.

That way.

- What is this?

Shit.

I don't believe this.

- This is where we start.

- Stu, what are you doing?

He's in the walls.

- He's in the what?

- Secret passageways.

Come on, guys. That's how he's
managed to stay hidden for so long.

Duh.

Don't just stand there, start banging.

I'm not doing this.

- So, what exactly are we listening for?

- A hollow sound.

- Through your head.

A hollow sound.

- Where are you going?

- Hey.

- How long are we gonna
keep banging on the walls

before we give up this shit?

Stu.

Stu, what are you doing?
Let us out of here!

Stu, let me out.

- Are you sure they're gonna be all right?

- Sure, as long as they
don't wake up Evan.

All they gotta worry about is
what to do with each other.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, I think it's dislocated.

- Oh, this is just great.

Real mature.

This was your idea, wasn't it?

- My idea?
- Yeah, your idea.

You made up this whole bogus
expedition just to get us alone

in the dark, right?

Well you aren't getting any,
so you're wasting your time.

- That offends me.

- Oh, yeah?
Then get me out of here.

Trotter, I'm telling you
just get me out of here and

just get me out of here

and maybe you will get something.

- Whew.

- Get ready to take your
medicine, Moorehigh.

The doctor is in.

That butthead.

- What's he doing?

- He's just trying to make us nervous.

He's doing a good job of it.

- Stu.

Stu, this is stupid.
- I don't like this.

- Come on.

Don't you notice a classic
Stu-ism when you hear one?

- That does not sound like Stu.

- Come on, who else could it be?

Stu.

Stu.

Aah!

- Trotter, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

What happened?

Let me see.

That is not funny, you asshole.

That's not funny.

Get me out of here.

- I was just joking.

- You're so full of shit.

Trotter!
Trotter, get up!

- I'm not really seeing patients yet...

but I guess I can make an exception.

- Hello?

Anyone in here?

Is anybody in there?

Well, I'm gonna call the police.

Hmm.

Way to chug, babe.

- I remember riding the Ferris wheel

when I was a little kid.

We'd stop at the top and I
could see all the big kids

parked on the hill where we are now.

I wanted to be with the
big kids so bad.

- Yeah, well, now you
are with the big kids.

- You know, Max, I'm
really not that thirsty.

- Hey, what's thirst got to do with it?

- I just don't wanna
drink right now, okay?

Come on, why do we have
to get drunk to have fun?

- We don't have to get drunk,
but it's a damn good start.

- Well, not for me.

- Hey.

Trouble in paradise?

- Jeez.

- Shit.

- Hey, the party's moving to the bash.

It's every man for himself.

- Most of you are probably
too wet behind the ears

to remember this old chartbuster.

Judy Holliday made it
famous way back in 1960

when I would have been just
old enough to join you.

And it's called "The
Party's Over."

That's right, the party's over.

Good night, officer.

Asshole.

- Now, Officer Magruder is gonna wind up.

Anyone still on the premises

will be partying in beautiful,

recently repainted Moorehigh lockup.

Whoo-hoo!

You mind if I
turn this noise off now?

You live for
that shit, don't you?

Ooh.

Magruder's raid on Breeder's Hill.

That's a Moorehigh tradition, son.

You got any other
traditions I should know about?

Unit three,
possible 3p-11 at 5714 Tivoli Court.

Please respond, code two.

- 10-4, station.

You're asking about Moorehigh traditions?

10-to-one Elaine Henderson called that in.

That crazy broad sees rapists
in her hemorrhoid cream.

- Oh.

Erica, when are you gonna figure out how

to use the doggy door?

Come on, come on.

And stop barking.

You're gonna lose your voice again.

Get in bed, Erica.

The cops never come when you want them.

Operator, I need a doctor.

- It's a good thing I make house calls.

These things happen when you
neglect your regular checkups.

Now open wide and say, "Ah."

- Uh. Uh.

- No, "Ah."

Ah!

- Mm-hm.

Let's have a look at that nose.

A good physician

always has the right
instrument for the job.

Now, now.

This won't hurt a bit.

Hmm.
I think I found the problem.

So this is it.

Some of the guys back
at the station warned me

about this place.

- Yeah?
What did they say?

They didn't get
into much detail.

- Surprise is the kind
of detail most people

around here rather forget.

- Well, I've always had a way of figuring
things out by what people don't say.

I think that's called
reading between the lines.

- Mm-hm.

So this guy was a doctor?

- Yeah, Evan Rendell.

He was the town doctor.

He offed seven of his patients.

Cut out their hearts while
they were still alive.

- Shit.

What would make a guy crack like that?

- His wife took sick.

Heart problems.

He was trying to save her.

Somewhere along the line old doc

just suddenly threw a piston.

The sicker she got, the crazier he got.

One day, folks just started disappearing.

Seems he was trying to
find his wife a new ticker.

Well, who knows,
if they hadn't killed him

maybe he'd have pulled off
the world's first heart transplant.

- Ahead of his time, but out of his mind.

It's ugly business
clearing all that up.

- Reitz.
- It's nothing.

Didn't he have a son?

Wasn't his kid involved

in helping the father out or something?

- That's what they say.

- There was this big mystery.

How did the kid get out of the house?

- That's what they say.

- What do you say?
- I don't say.

Mm-mm.
I'm not going up that staircase,

not until I drop another 30 pounds

and that ain't gonna be for a long time.

- Do you smell that?
- What?

- Smells like rubbing alcohol.

- No, I don't smell nothing.

Come on, I gotta make a pit stop.

Hey.

Hey, come on, let's go.

How serious is it?

- Well, the doctor says it
isn't very serious at all.

But depending on what
this piece of junk says

they might have to
operate to fix the valve.

- Operate?

- Yeah.

They're telling me it's
a routine operation.

- Why didn't you tell
me about this before?

- I didn't want you to feel sorry for me.

- Shit, Jen, you know, I'm your boyfriend.

We're supposed to face
things like this together.

Remember, you and me?

I love you.

- There's something else.

It's about my mom.

I never told you the way she died.

She went into the hospital
for a routine operation.

I never saw her again.

- Jen, I'm sorry.

- I had nightmares for the longest time

and after a while, they went away.

But now they're back.

- Okay, folks, exit to the right.

Watch your step.

- Listen to me, some hero, huh?

My mom died and all I talk
about is stupid nightmares.

I don't give a shit
about anyone but myself.

- That's not true.

- My dad's trying to get on with his life

and all I do is bitch and moan.

I'm sorry, Max.

I gotta be alone tonight.

Don't stop.

Yeah.

Oh, baby.

You are king.

You are king!

- Sorry, guys.

Guess I'm destined to
screw up everyone's night.

Hey, wait up.

- Swiped it from my
mom's suitcase before she

and Dad left for vacation.

- You expect me to wear this?

- Look, right now, my mom's
probably pretty pissed off,

not to mention my dad.

Don't let their pain be in vain.

- Okay.

But if I'm dressing up...

so are you.

- Where did you get this?

- They passed them out in gym class.

- I must have skipped.

Guess I'll go and powder up.

Shit.

Ready.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

- Could it possibly be any colder in here?

65?

These people are Eskimos.

- Shh-shh-Shh.

You'll catch your death of
cold running around like this.

I think we should take your temperature.

Now, don't make a sound.

There's a good girl.

Tongue up.

Lucky for you, I've discovered the
only known cure for the common cold.

Leave it in for at least a minute.

- Maybe she won't notice.

Ready or not, here I come.

You know...

ever since I found my mom's
Victoria's Secrets catalog

I have been dying for this.

- I hope you have protection.

Hmm.

Terminal.

- Oh, Jennifer's home.

- No.

- No, I just wanna see if she's okay.

- She's never okay.

- Come on, she needs time to adjust.

I mean, the girl is sick.

She just lost her mother, for God's sake.

- You just lost your
wife, you've adjusted.

- I'll be right back.

Hey, Jen.

What the...

Jennifer?

- What's the matter?
- Oh.

- Sorry.
- Jennifer was here.

We have to go look for her.

- Look for her where?

- I don't know.

The— the fair.
Something is wrong.

I found her heart monitor,
she'd been drinking.

- Right where she wanted you to find it.

- What are you talking about?

- She's trying to tear us apart.

Don't you see that?

- All I can see is that
my daughter is sick

and that she might be in trouble.

So are you coming or not?

- No.

I'm not.

- If Jennifer comes back,
you tell her to stay here.

- Unbelievable.

- Hey, Max.

Where's Jennifer?

- I don't know, we got separated.

- So you hear about that top-secret
bash going on over in the main building?

We were just gonna crash it.

Do you wanna come?

- Sure.
Why the hell not?

All that fat.

All that sugar.

We've got to start taking
better care of ourselves.

Remember, we are what we eat.

But not to worry.

We'll get it out of your system.

They have a saying.

What goes down

must come up.

I know, I know.

It sucks.

- First of all, you gotta
use the right fingerings.

There.

Okay, now, you just gotta

blow the thing right there.

- You just can't blow it like that.

- Why not?

- Oh, you gotta use the right embouchure.

- What's that?

- It's the way you place your, uh, lips.

- I've never had a problem
with my lips before.

Maybe you better show
me what I'm doing wrong.

- Heart problems.

Heart.

- It's your heart.

Just a broken heart.

- Ooh.

Just like Mother.

No.

Moorehigh can wait.

I wanna make you proud.

I want to carry on your work.

- Looking for someone?
- Uh, yeah, Max.

- I think I can help you.

- I guess I should thank you, Max.

Jen?

Fuck.

- At least now I know which
one of us is really sick.

- Jen!

Jen.

Jen.

Jennifer come out, I saw you come in here.

Just let me talk to you.

- Leave me alone.

- Jennifer.

- You broke my heart, Max.

And some things just can't be fixed.

- Jennifer, wait!

- Max.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

This is just choice.

Now I'm bleeding.

- Have an accident?

Probably just needs a Band-Aid.

- Max?

Max.

Max, if you're screwing around,

this is a really stupid time.

Max?

- Don't worry.

It's ouchless.

Trust me.

I'm a doctor.

- Whoa!
- What happened? What's the matter?

- It's Coreen.
- What?

Jennifer, get out!

Run!

- Are you feeling any discomfort?

- No!

- Oh.

- Help!

Ms. Henderson, help
me!

- What in the hell are you doing?

- He's trying to kill me.

- Who?
- A doctor.

Chief, I'm telling you,
there was someone after her.

I know, I know, a doctor.

Look, there's only one doctor in this town
and I've known him since he was your age.

- He looked like a doctor,
I don't know what he was.

Maybe he just thinks he's a doctor.

Maybe he's always wanted to be a doctor

and never got the chance.

- How's that?

- I know this is gonna sound crazy

but has anyone here considered

this guy might be Dr. Rendell's son?

- Not anyone who is serious
about keeping his job.

Charlie.

Look, why don't you go back and take 10?

I'll call you when your parents get here.

Come on, buddy.

- Promise me you'll look after her.

- I don't have to
promise you doodly squat.

Have we heard back from the fair yet?

- Bill found the broken
glass, no dead girl.

- I don't doubt it, Chief.

Did you get
a whiff for those kids?

If you ask me, they were having
too much fun in the fun house.

- Come on, you're saying
they both imagined it?

I finished checking on her.

- How is she?

- She's stable, but I wanna
take her to the office,

put her on the EKG.

- Sure thing.

Oh, and if you see any

of your fellow marauding doctors out there

you'll let us know.

Why the EKG?

- She has a heart condition.

Could become serious.

- Dr. Rendell's wife
died of a heart problem.

- So did my mama, my daddy,
my grandma and grandpa.

How the hell did we get back
into Dr. Rendell again?

- Hold it in, Chief.

My new partner here just got
a little bump on the head.

- That has nothing to do
with it and you know it.

- Nor does Dr. Rendell.

That's enough.

- Look, Chief—
- I said that's enough

or you'll be handing out
parking tickets with old Annie.

Listen, these kids are pulling your chain.

Relax.

Oh, why don't you go and see

if you can catch the girl's father?

I'll call and leave a message
in case he beats you there.

- Sure thing, Chief.
- Reitz, station duty.

And next time, wear your
seat belt a little tighter.

- Magruder.

Magruder.

You did smell something in
the Rendell house, didn't you?

- I didn't smell nothing.

- You saw that girl.

She was fucking scared to death.

That little girl probably

just had too much to drink.

It happens to the best of us.

- And what about the boy, huh?
Did he have too much to drink?

- Let go of me.
- Not until you level with me.

- I'm going to level
you if you don't let go.

- Do what you feel, but it might be easier

to just tell me what
the fuck you're hiding.

Is it Rendell's son?

- I'm sorry.

I haven't opened this bottle for 35 years.

I haven't had a drink
in all that time either.

- How come?

I'm your partner, man.

Tell me.

- It was 1957.

The night after they found all the bodies.

All the other officers were gone.

The mob had already offed Dr. Rendell

but the search was still on for Evan Jr.

We'd moved all of Rendell's
victims out of the house

and I was left alone to
watch over the bodies.

I don't need to tell you,
I was plenty spooked.

Thank God for Mr. Moon Glo.

It was around midnight when I heard it.

Who's in here?

And I watched him come out.

It was like he was being born again.

That was how Dr. Rendell got
his son out of the house.

He'd sewn him up in what was
left of his wife's corpse.

- Ahh.

- And when I came to,
little Evan was gone.

Everything's clean.

It was like it never happened.

Evan's mom was even sewed back up.

- Jesus, this is a major
league fucked-up town.

Why haven't you told anyone?

- Who'd believe a 20-year-old
kid under too much pressure

and too much Moon Glo?

Our town has a doctor

and his name is Rendell.

Stay away from his house,
he's a doctor from hell.

Chopped up his patients, every last one.

And cut out their hearts purely for fun.

So if you're from Moorehigh
And you should get sick

then fall on your knees
and pray you die quick.

Don't go chasing nursery rhymes, Reitz.

Hi, you've reached
the Campbell residence.

- Neither I—
- Or Jennifer.

can come to the phone right now.

Please leave a message

and we'll call you right back.

Bye-bye.

Hello, Mr. Campbell?

This is Chief Harper at
the Moorehigh Station

on West Street.

Would you please call me
concerning your daughter?

She's safe here with
us, not in any trouble.

I'm at 555-9122, extension three.

Thanks.

- Jennifer?

Jen?

Tamara?

Tamara?
Now where the hell did you go?

Hello, Mr. Campbell?

This is Sheriff Harper
at the Moorehigh Station

on West Street.

Please call me when you get
in concerning your daughter.

She's safe here with us.

She's not in any trouble.

I'm at 555-9122, extension three.

Thanks.

Hello, this is your new doctor

and I'm standing right behind you.

- Now, what the hell is that?

- If you think that's bad,
wait till you get my bill.

- Mr. Campbell?

Mr. Campbell?

Mother of God.

Oh, my God.

You owe me 35 years of sleep.

You sick son of a bitch.

- This is gonna take about 40 minutes.

You try to relax.

I'll be right in the next room, okay?

Unit 13.

- Is Jennifer okay?
- Yeah, she's with the doctor.

- The doctor?
- Dr. Chamberlain, the girl's okay.

- You believe us, don't you?

- Why you grabbing me?

- Don't you?

- Let's just say I'm getting there.
Grab a seat.

- What are you doing?

- Chasing nursery rhymes.

Scalpel.

Oooh.

Oh.

That's smarts.

Oh.

Retractor.

Suction.

Forceps.

Prepare to close.

Physician, heal thyself.

- Just how long are you gonna sit there?

- As long as it takes.

We're scanning every
felony in a radius of...

Why the fuck am I telling you?
Tss.

- This guy's out there, Reitz, I saw him.

He's out there.

- You may be right.

Tarawood.

Escaped from Tarawood State
Hospital two weeks ago.

A 42-year old male schizophrenic.

Killed three hospital personnel.

ID unknown, orphaned at age seven.

He's 40.
That means born in 1952

and orphaned in 1959.

- What does all this mean?

- I doubt I could convince anyone else,

but I'm taking another
look at that Rendell house.

- I'm going.
- Like hell you are.

Sit down and wait for your parents.

- Like hell I'm not.

- Hello.

Is this Chief Harper?

This is Joe Campbell, Jennifer's father.

I see.

I'm on my way.

- Dr. Chamberlain.

Dr. Chamberlain!

- You're supposed to be relaxing.

- The machine.

- I'm sorry, Jennifer.

I'm afraid we have to go in.

- Dr. Chamberlain, what are you doing?

- Don't worry, Jennifer.

It's just a routine operation.

- Jennifer, Jennifer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's Dr. Chamberlain.

You're in my office, everything's
fine, you had a nightmare.

Come on, sit up.

Take a deep breath.

You all right?

Let me just check the readout, okay?

Well, up until just now,
things looked pretty good.

Wave patterns seem to be just
about where they should be.

I think you're gonna be fine.

- If I were you, I'd get a second opinion.

Well, here we are.

Jennifer.

My problem is...

I care too much.

- This isn't happening.

- That is very unprofessional
of you, doctor.

- Stay away from her.

- Still, I'm not above showing

a little professional courtesy.

How about a free examination?

Shh.

Reflexes seem normal.

Let's check the blood pressure.

Oh!

- Now... relax and breathe normally.

I'm afraid the news is bad.

I give you six seconds to live.

Any last words, Doctor?

Either you're dead or
my watch has stopped.

Lights out.

Doctor's orders.

Hmm.

Oh, shit.

- Doctor.

- I'm calling the hospital now.

- No, no, no.

A doctor...

did...

this.

- And how are we feeling?

Just relax.

It'll all be over before you know it.

- No.

- No need to be shy around me,
young lady.

Oh, sorry.

These things get cold.

It's broken, all right.

Never a nurse around when you need one.

Too small.

Too big.

Hmm.

Just right.

- Shit.

- My father finished this
after my mother died.

He never got to use it.

It was too late.

You'll be the first, Jennifer.

You see, Jennifer...

before we can replace the broken heart...

we have to stop it from beating.

Plain and simple.

There will be no medication,

just a single jolt of electricity.

It's a necessary step.

I promise.

You may be having second thoughts...

but when you wake up...

you'll have a change of heart.

- Don't move.

- I don't believe you had an appointment.

- Get the fuck away from her.

- Have a heart.

- Ah!

Shit.

One, two.

- Time to do what doctors do best.

- Four, five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

- Help.

- Shh.

I'm Officer Reitz, okay?

Listen to me.

I'm going to get you out of here
but first, I'm gonna make sure it's clear.

Now, I need your help, kid.

I need you to be quiet and don't move.

I'll be right back.

- Officer Reitz.

- Stay there, okay?
Don't move.

- Jen.
- Jeez.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- It's all right.

I'm sorry.

- Look, we don't have
no time for this shit.

Come on.

- Let's go.

I got you.

- What happened here?
- Just move.

Keep moving.

- Don't look, Jen.

Just shut your eyes, okay?

Just shut your eyes.

Jen, are you okay?

- Shit.

- Get up, come on.

I'm getting you out of here, Jen, okay?

Getting you out of here.

- Cover your eyes.

- Max.

- Visiting hours are over.
- Ah!

- Should have used an eight iron.

Ah!

- You know what happens when
children play with guns?

- No!

- Over here, motherfucker.

- Come on, Max.

Max.

Max, come on.

- This is going to hurt
you more than it hurts me.

I haven't discharged you.

- Max?

- We can still make it.

- Don't make me laugh.

- Grab my hand.

I can't hold on.

- I've never lost a patient, Jennifer.

Jennifer!

I can't breathe, Max.

Dr. Alfred and
Dr. Jones, to OR stat.

The strain was
too much on the valve.

We're gonna have to replace it now.

Administer pre-surgical meds

and have an OR ready immediately.

- Okay, Jennifer.

Scoot over, please.

- Oh, my God.

- Okay, honey.

Here we go.

Now, I want you to count backwards,

slowly from 100.

100, 99, 98,

97, 96.

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm her doctor.

- What in God's name are those?

- Just a little something
I threw together.

Of course, they haven't been tested yet.

- You were dead.

- I'm not that good a doctor.

Jennifer, there's still time.

Let's pick up where we left off.

Is it my bedside manners?

Jennifer, it's time to take your medicine.

- Try some of your own medicine.

- I don't feel well.

- Take two and call me in the morning.

- Is there a...

doctor in the house?

Hey, sport.

Hi, Daddy.

How you feeling?

- Feeling okay.

- Heck of a way to start
off the summer, huh?