All language subtitles for Picket Fences S02E13 Abominable Snowman 1080p DSNP WEB-DL AAC2 0 H 264-WELP_track4_[eng]

[girl] Hurry up, Mommy.

We're gonna miss the whole thing!

[boy] Hey, Gab, wait up!

[boy] I brought the BBs!

They're in the back.
Supposedly, there's a cannon.

A what?

Ready?

He's gone, Dad.
He ran away.

He just wants us
to think that. Aim!

Howard,where did you get this cannon?

It's okay.
I've got it under control.

- [Kenny] Put those guns down.
- It's not under control.

- He's coming. Ready?
- Hi, Dad.

- What?
- [Max] Who, Howard? Who?

- The Abominable Snowman! He's in there.
- [Jimmy] Oh, my...

- [Howard] Aim!
- We'll get him. Yeah!

Put down the weapons!

- Now!
- [boy] Come on!

- He's in there.
- He's not in there, Dad. I checked.

I can see his footprints.

- [Max] A snowman?
- Oh, please.

- [Kevin] Sheriff?
- What's going on?

[sighs] I chased a vagrant
out of the woodshed the other day,

Dad saw a special about
the Abominable Snowman on TV.

- Oh.
- And he has, you know, the Alzheimer's.

He's somehow
convinced himself

that the vagrant
was really a monster.

Well, where the hell
did he get the cannon?

- [Howard] Three more degrees.
- It's...

Stop it!
This is not a toy, Howard!

I can hear the Snowman.

He's in there.
I can smell him!

You can't fire this.
This is a residential area!

- There he is!
- [Kevin] Dad, there's nobody there.

- Look out!
- [Kenny] Howard!

- [cannon fires]
- [people scream]

[boy] Hey, there's no one
in there.

[sighs]

My! Did I get him?

That's it. Take him.

Howard. Howard.
Come on.

Confiscate this.

[gasping]

- [groaning]
- Kevin!

Back, back!

Kevin?

He's having a heart attack.

- We need an ambulance. Hurry!
- Oh, my God.

[theme music playing]

[theme song ends]

Give him a push.
A line of 75.

- Stay with us, Kevin. Stay.
- Get that epi, damn it.

[nurse 1] Medication's in.

[nurse 2] Sixty over twenty.
Still no rhythm.

Systolic still dropping.
Try shock.

Stand clear.

[nurse 2] Clear.

Nothing. Go again.

- Stand clear.
- [nurse 2] Clear.

We gotta massage.

- Give me one more.
- No time.

Open him up.
Open him up.

Get that blood in here.
We're gonna need it.

[woman on P.A.] Dr. Weiss,
please come to Station 3.

Dr. Weiss,
calling you to Station 3...

[sighs]

It isn't good.

It was a massive coronary.

Howard, your son has
congenital heart disease.

- Did you know this?
- No.

Well, I'm surprised it hasn't
been diagnosed before because...

Does he any other family?
A wife?

She died six years ago.

I killed her.

No.

I just think I did sometimes.

What about
your daughter Joyce?

Where does she live?

Green Bay.

- I think we should call her.
- Okay.

Did I... Did I hit Kevin
with the cannon?

'Cause I was aiming
for the woodshed.

No, no, Howard.
It was a coronary.

But your son needs a transplant.

If we don't find him
a new heart, and soon,

I'm afraid he won't survive.

See the footprints?

[Matthew]
But they're shoe prints.

Abominable Snowmen
don't wear Reeboks.

It could be a disguise.

We only got
a half an hour, Zack.

Kevin Quinn wants
his pony back by 11.

Look! They're leading to a cave.

He got a fire in there.

Wouldn't that melt him?

[Matthew] He's not made out of snow.

Give me a bat.

- Why?
- We're goin' in.

He might kill us.

We got bats.
Get the flashlight out.

[Zack] Anybody here?

Hello?

Nobody's here. Let's go.

Keep walking. I was in this cave
last summer. It keeps going.

It doesn't mean we have to.

Hey! Quick!
The light over there. I saw something.

There, look.

Trash bag.

Maybe he recycles.

There's stuff in here.

Clothes.

Rocks.

Not rocks.

Potatoes.

There's money in here.

[screams]

- [grunts]
- [groans]

- [yells]
- [groans]

Frank the Potato Man.

He's back?

He tried to kill me.

I think I busted his knee.

I hit him with the bat
after he grabbed Zack.

Why'd you go
looking for him?

What's goin' on?

Frank the Potato Man is back.

The homeless guy?

He attacked Zachary.

Norfolk Fields.
Go get him.

Borrow David Piper's dogs.
Bring him in.

Got it.

So, my brother needs a new heart?

Yes. Which won't
be easy to find.

There's a tremendous shortage.

I have put him
on the emergency list,

but it doesn't look good.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I thought the Cognex
would help with these delusions.

I--I think your father
is suffering from sundowning.

- Excuse me?
- Many patients with Alzheimer's

have behavioral problems
late in the day.

The time of the day
makes a difference?

Yes. We don't
know why, but...

Your father seems to suffer

from most of his delusions
after 4 o'clock.

Don't talk like
I'm not in the room.

I'm sitting right here.
I'm in the room.

It's okay, Daddy.

How long can my son live
without a new heart?

Two weeks, maybe three.

[sighs]

- [dogs barking]
- [panting]

[groaning]

They got the scent.
Let 'em go.

[dogs barking]

[panting]

[panting]

[man] There he is.
Up that tree.

[dogs barking]

Oh. Howard.

You're back.

Have you found a heart
for Kevin?

[sighs] No.

Will you?

Well, it's on the emergency list,

but the odds are against it.

I want you to give him mine.

Excuse me?

If you can't find a heart,

I want you to transplant mine.

- Howard, um...
- [Howard] Jill...

My brain is rotting away.

Kevin is 40, with young children.

But, Howard,
we can't just remove your heart.

You'll die.

[Howard] Yes.

With some dignity.

And I could give my son life.

[sighs]

Howard, what you're
suggesting... [sighs]

We just can't do that.

I've done my living, Jill.

I've been happy.

I don't want
my very last memory

to be my son's funeral.

Take my heart...

and transplant it into Kevin.

Why did you come back
to Rome?

Answer the question, please.

[sighs] I live here.

It's better for me
in the winter,

I know places to sleep.

Were you sleeping in the woodshed
at Howard Buss' house?

It's been so cold,
I have to go inside sometimes.

Why did you attack
my son?

I didn't.

My boys don't lie,
Mr. Teacher.

You grabbed Zachary.

He... He was taking my money.
I just meant to pull him away.

Then they attacked me.

[sighs]

All right, I'm gonna
give it to you straight.

It's all over
that you're back in town.

The parents are upset.
You do not have a place to live here.

There's a town ordinance
against sleeping

on public property.

That means if you sleep in Rome,
you're committing a crime.

What?

If you're on someone's land uninvited,
you're trespassing.

If you're public property,
you're violating the ordinance.

Either way, it's against the law
for you to sleep in this town.

My deputy will take you
to the city limits.

But I live in Rome.

[Joyce] Why not take it?

Look, I don't mean
to sound like a monster.

Let's face reality.

My father has a healthy heart,

and a brain that's being destroyed.

We know the progression
of Alzheimer's.

And we know Daddy
doesn't want to end up that way.

You have three kids, Kevin.

You're a widower.

You have three young children.

It's not that simple.

Why can't it be that simple?

Look, I love my father.

Of course, I don't want him to die.

We have the chance...

to save your life,

and spare his pain.

It is that simple.

But you're a doctor.

I'm not in favor of assisted suicide.

Don't get me wrong, but...

This is
a Catholic-backed hospital.

The church is just not
gonna sit by

while you remove a man's heart.

The church does not
dictate policy to us.

We have two dying patients.

One we can save and one can't.

You actually want
to do this?

The family wants to do it

and maybe it should
be the family's choice.

But we need a court order.

We have to protect ourself
against murder charges.

Will this even work?
I mean, we're talking about

a 70-year-old heart.

Well, Howard's heart muscle
is in excellent condition,

it could live on
another 30 years.

You want to do this?

We won't do anything
until you go into court.

We need the okay from the Judge.

Are you nuts?

The law already recognizes
the right to die, Your Honor.

U.S. Attorney Robert Biel, Your Honor,
representing the state of Wisconsin.

And the compelling
State interest is in preserving life.

We are preserving life.
The life of Kevin Buss.

- [Biel] At the expense of his father...
- [Dell] Who is terminal

- and has no hope...
- Howard Buss is not terminal.

- He has Alzheimer's.
- [Biel] He could live another ten years,

- maybe more.
- There is no cure. With what quality?

This is not a hearing
about the quality of life.

This is very much about the quality
of life, and I'd like to know

- who you think you are...
- You're seeking a court order

for execution,
is against public policy.

[Judge] Hey!

Am I getting this?

You want to transplant
Howard Buss' heart into his son?

Howard's is the only heart
we've got, Your Honor.

There are over 3,000 people
on the waiting list for heart transplants.

The only realistic chance
that Kevin Buss has

is his father.

But this would leave Howard dead.

Suicide falls within
a right to privacy.

And Howard Buss would like to exercise
that right to save his...

If he wants to kill himself,
that's one thing.

You'd rather he go out behind the bar
and blow his brains out

- with a shotgun than in the hospital?
- Euthanasia is illegal.

We want him to die
in the hospital.

In a controlled environment,
to improve the chances of the transplant.

Come on, Your Honor.
We can save Kevin Buss' life.

All right. Look, before I rule,

I want to be fully informed
on the medical conditions of both people.

Dr. Brock, you get
to do the honors again.

On the stand.
Let's go.

Why did you
bring him to me?

Because he wants
to live in Rome,

but we have no shelters and there's a law
against sleeping in public.

Is that what you want, Frank?
To take naps in parks?

Please don't talk to me
like I'm an idiot.

I apologize.

Let me speak to you
as a man of intelligence.

The temperature
is zero degrees outside.

It's supposed to drop
to ten below tonight.

There are shelters
in Madison, in Green Bay...

Places with heat.

Why not go there?

I grew up in the country.

I don't like cities.

City life, loud noises...

They make me upset.

He fought in Vietnam.

I... I need quiet.

Doug, this town has

practically made it a crime
to be homeless.

Is that legal?

No.

Well, can we do
something about that?

We can try to persuade
City Council, but...

But what?

Well, we'd be asking them to care.

He's deteriorating.

[Dell] Badly?

Yes, last year it started
with mild memory loss,

but now he has lapses
of prolonged dementia.

[Dell] Can you tell the court
the prognosis for Howard Buss?

Well, there are no certainties.

Um, his cognitive abilities
will most likely erode.

He won't recognize people,
not even family.

And by the end,

he might not even know his own name.

But this is an extreme case
that you're describing, isn't it?

Oh, no. This is the way
most Alzheimer's patients end up.

It's an insidious,
horrendous disease,

which takes away
the victim's brain.

And it's taking away Howard's.

So, you're advocating that
the hospital be allowed

to terminate his life?

Howard has decided
to end his life, Your Honor.

Not me. Not the hospital.

A year ago you spoke out
in this courtroom

against the assisting
of suicide.

I said at the time,

that the decision should be
up to the medical community,

and speaking for
the medical community,

if Howard chooses to die,
then let it be in a hospital

where we can maximize
the viability of the heart

and use it to save a life.

What about the next person
who comes to me with cancer?

Or the amputee who tells me
he doesn't want to live if he can't walk?

Or the patient
with clinical depression?

They may all wanna die.

Do we assist them?

Then use their organs?

Well, Your Honor, I think we need to look
at each individual case.

Howard Buss will most likely be vegetative
within the next few years.

We could wait till then
and pull the plug,

or we could act now.

We could spare him the suffering

and we could use his heart
to save his son.

[people murmuring]

Douglas Wambaugh
for the Potato Man.

My client is homeless.
He lives in a cave.

He would like the town
to provide him with shelter.

It's freezing out there.

[stammers]

Well, maybe the church
will put him up,

or... or the jail.
The jail will put him up.

He's not looking
for religious charity

and he's not a criminal.

He's entitled to shelter
by the town.

Legally, I don't think
that's true.

This is not a legal matter.

It's a society problem.

- Mister, um...
- Teacher.

Mr. Teacher, I would love
to be able to help you.

I will personally
call the church myself,

if that's where
you want to stay.

But we don't have any money
to build a shelter.

Find it.

I don't mean
to be unsympathetic,

but as Mayor,
I have to consider

the interests of everybody
in this township.

Those interests aren't served
by building a shelter for...

such a minuscule minority.

Community is not being served
by caring for the homeless?

Is that your position?

- [sighs]
- [phone ringing]

It just became
a legal matter.

- [woman] Mayor Harris' office.
- Come on.

[woman] I'm sorry,
she's in a conference right now.

She might have to call you back.

Yes.

Uh, Thayer Hospital
customarily does organ transplants?

Yes, we have an elite team.
It's become a specialty.

How many do you do a year?

Oh, about a dozen or so.

Well, in fact, Dr. Brock,
the hospital must perform

at least 12 organ
transplants a year

in order to qualify for Medicare
certification. Isn't that right?

I believe
that's correct, yes.

Also, in order to qualify
for the United Network for Organ Sharing,

you have to do
12 transplants a year minimum.

What is your point?

My point is that
Thayer's calendar year ends on April 1st.

Now, as of January,

the hospital
had only performed, uh, 10 transplants.

That would give you
a large financial incentive

- for transplanting Howard Buss' heart--
- How dare you!

Are you saying
that you have never known a hospital

to encourage
that extra transplant or two,

in order to facilitate
federal reimbursement?

You have never known that to happen.
Is that your testimony?

It has happened.
It's not happening here.

How do we know that?

Because I care very deeply
for Howard Buss.

He has been my patient
for nine years.

I would never subject him
to hospital politics,

and I'm offended
at your suggestion.

Oh.

You, um...

You care personally for Howard?

Very personally.

I consider him more than a patient.

I consider him a friend.

[Biel] I see.

And if you care deeply
for him, as you put it,

you might wish
to alleviate his suffering.

I'm here as a medical doctor,
not as a friend.

Yes, but a second ago,

you said that the reason...

we could trust
your medical opinion

was because you also have
a personal investment.

You described Alzheimer's

as a horrendous, insidious disease

that would destroy Howard's brain.

Now, as his friend,
how could you not help

but be personally and emotionally affected
by that?

I don't know.

You don't know.

Well, perhaps, this is why
we should not let doctors play God.

Doctors are human...

with human emotions.

Isn't that right, Dr. Brock?

[Jill] I'm not trying
to play God. I'm not.

- I... I just...
- What?

I'm... I'm just trying to make the best
of a bad situation.

I've... I've got two dying patients

and I'm trying to save one of them.

Jill...

A part of you...

wants to spare Howard.

He's right. It could be...

It could be affecting your judgment.

Well, maybe
it should. [sighs]

Who said it's better
for doctors to remain detached?

Who said...

[sighs]

What do you think?

- What do you think? Is this crazy?
- [sighs]

Honey, I don't know.
It's beyond me.

[doorbell rings]

[both groan]

Excuse me.

Howard. Come in.

Sheriff. Jill.

Ooh, it's cold.

Hello, Jill.

Am I early?

Well, I wasn't
expecting you, Howard.

Nine o'clock. We're supposed to meet.
I wrote it down.

Are we having dinner?

No, Howard, it was 9 o'clock
in the morning.

We're meeting
at the courthouse.

"The courthouse"?

- Why the courthouse?
- Well, that's where the hearing is.

To allow the transplant for Kevin.

Is Kevin sick?

Yes, Howard, um...

His heart is sick.

He needs a transplant.

You wanted to give him yours.

My son is sick?

[woman on P.A.]

Dr. McGrath to CCU.

- What?
- Breathing's irregular.

He's not getting enough oxygen.

- Blood pressure?
- [nurse] Eighty over fifty.

He's at risk for hepatic failure.

This has to happen soon, Jill,
or it won't happen at all.

Well, we've got another problem.
Howard came to me last night

and he didn't even know
what was going on.

I'm not even sure that he's capable
of consenting to the transplant.

What happened?
What did he say?

Well, it was after
9 o'clock at night,

so he was probably
sundowning again.

- But even so, we can't move forward...
- [Howard] I'm sure.

I was confused last night,
but I remember now.

I want to do
the transplant.

Howard, I don't know
how we could possibly--

I'm lucid now.

My son needs my heart. I know that.

[shallow breathing]

Hey, it's your
crazy old dad.

Be strong, Kevin.

I...

I'm dying, Dad.

No.

You're gonna make it.

And we're gonna help you.

You be strong.

Be strong.

Doctors decide who lives
and who dies every day.

Before any transplant,

medical committees
convene to decide

who's the best candidate.

One guy gets the organ,
the next guy loses out.

Doctors make the call.

We separate Siamese twins,

knowing that
one is going to live

and the other one
is going to die.

A person becomes vegetative,
many times we pull the plug.

Every single day,

in every hospital
across this country,

doctors decide who lives
and who doesn't.

It's a reality.
Well, here's another one.

Howard and Kevin Buss
are both dying.

Howard can't be saved.

But Kevin could be
if he could find a new heart.

His father wants
to give him his,

but public policy condemns
that gesture.

Public policy frowns
on assisting suicide.

Public policy says it is better

to let a 40-year-old man
die of heart failure

while forcing his 70-year-old father

to suffer the lingering torture

of having his mind and his dignity

destroyed by Alzheimer's.

Well, I think public policy
needs adjusting, Your Honor.

Kevin Buss has a lifetime

and three beautiful children
in his future.

What lies ahead for Howard

is pain, and suffering,
and gross, gross degradation.

Let Howard Buss,
under medical supervision,

give the gift of life to his only son.

Let this man bestow his legacy.

[all murmuring]

What parent wouldn't want
to save his child?

I suspect that even if Howard Buss
didn't have Alzheimer's,

he would still want
to give his heart to Kevin.

Isn't that the...
the essence of parenting?

To protect your child
whatever the sacrifice?

I understand
Dr. Brock's oldest son

was a gunshot victim
a few weeks ago

and was close to death.

I have no doubt that she too

would have given her heart

to her son, Matthew,
if it meant saving him.

Should we declare this
to be a right of parenting?

We could make
that law, I suppose,

and permit parents to die
for their children.

Or should we reserve
that right

only for those whose lives
aren't worth living anyway?

"You've got Alzheimer's,

so we'll help you die
because what's to live for?"

"Cancer? How bad?"

"Liver? Okay.

We'll help you die, too."

Do we really want to start
heading down that slope?

Yes, doctors make
life and death decisions.

They choose who
will get a transplant,

or when it's appropriate
to pull the plug on a respirator.

But there is a big,
big difference

between doctors
making objective determinations

about the compatibility
of organs,

objective decisions
about the survivability of a patient,

and subjective determinations
about whose life has more merit.

How dare any doctor,

or father,

or judge make that decision.

No one in this room
knows the meaning of life.

What most of us do adhere to

is that God gives it
and God should take it away.

That is a precedent
I wouldn't encourage

this court or any other...

to break.

[people murmuring]

[door opens]

Douglas Wambaugh
for the Potato Man.

Ooh, did I interrupt
something good?

Quiet.

I'll take the Howard Buss matter
under advisement.

Wambaugh,
whatever it is you have,

bring it to me in chambers.

I have a novel
argument, Judge.

Even for me.

I can't wait.

This is Frank Teacher,
the Potato Man.

You met him last year
when everybody thought

that he was the serial bather

right up until the D.A.
got electrocuted.

- Tragic.
- [Judge] Never mind.

Get to it.

My client is homeless.

He's also a Vietnam veteran.

And he used to pay taxes.

He has, therefore,
paid consideration to society.

Now, I believe that an implied social
contact was made,

that as a society, we give something
back to him.

That is ridiculous
even for you.

Mr. Teacher, do you work?

I try. I have a hard time
holding a job.

He's been psychologically damaged
from the war, Judge.

When you get to know him,

you'll find that under
this gruff exterior, he's a kook.

Uh, ignore that.

Where do you live now, Mr. Pota...
Mr. Teacher?

Norfolk Woods,
in a cave.

There is no inalienable right
to housing, Your Honor.

Mr. Wambaugh's claim
is without basis.

Thank you.

Just the same,
I'm gonna think it over.

You are joking.

[chuckling] Well, maybe I am.

Now, get out.

Good judge. Very fair.

- What happened?
- We got a shot.

Mr. Teacher! Excuse me.

We don't think that...

We don't expect the court
to award you housing.

[Rachel]
But we do want to help.

The problem is,
if we build a shelter,

we might attract homeless people
which, well...

We really can't handle economically.

Get to the punchline.

$8,000 cash. Today.

You agree to sign a gag order,
promising to tell no one,

and you leave the town of Rome immediately
upon the receipt of the money.

- You never re-enter the city limits.
- What?

[Rachel sighs]
It's a liability thing.

Since we can't
provide housing,

should he ever hurt
anybody on the street,

the town would be exposed.

[Dell] We can execute the papers,

have the money to you
by end of business.

Thank you. No.

This could give you a start.

You could find shelter.

I don't accept those terms.

Thank you for the offer.

[indistinct conversations]

[door closes]

[shivering] So cold.

How did you get in here?

The night watchman.

It must be 20 below.
My Chiclets froze,

I couldn't even bite into them.

My teeth are real,
you know?

You shouldn't be
in here, Howard.

I know. I'll try to be brief.

Because, you know,
I... I hallucinate more at night.

It's called sundowning.

I see.

What's on your mind?

Are you making a joke?

No, no.

Why have you come
to see me?

It's just that you've been hearing
from all these lawyers.

I thought maybe
you should hear from me.

- To clear something up.
- What?

They make it sound like
I don't want to live anymore.

That's not true.

If I could, I'd live forever.

I've always found live
to be quite joyous.

And I've tried never to take a day
for granted.

Not even one.

But I can't live forever.

The disease I have,
the doctors can't fix.

The disease Kevin has,

they can fix.

I'm losing my mind, Henry.

[laughing] Right now
I'm wearing a diaper.

Can you even imagine how I feel?

No.

The disease you have
seems so ungodly.

Every time I forget
an appointment,

or misplace my car keys...

I hope you never get it.

It's everything
it's cracked up to be.

This is ex parte, Howard.

You really shouldn't
be in here.

Yes.

Okay.

Well, see you in court.

[door opens]

[door closes]

What do you mean
he hasn't shown up?

I'm afraid my Potato Man
has left town.

- [Max] Why?
- What's the problem?

The problem is, you insulted my client
with that bribe.

He's gone and left town
without the money even.

Do you two rideshare?

I'll go to the cave
and see if he's still there.

Tell him I want him
at the ruling. It's important.

Too late. The Judge
is coming in right now.

- Go.
- [bailiff] All rise.

There are two cases
before me today.

First, Mr. Teacher.

He's actually not here
in the courtroom, Judge.

I think he's boycotting the town.

I don't blame him.

And I don't need him here
for the ruling.

Mr. Dell is right.

There's nothing
in our federal or state constitutions

that guarantees shelter.

We can guarantee
a person's right

not to be searched
in his dwelling.

We just can't provide the dwelling.

We make people work for it.

They have to earn a house.

It's fundamental
to capitalism.

And for the most part,
I agree.

But of the 600,000
homeless people in this country,

a third... a third of them

are Vietnam war veterans.

We took these kids
at the age of 18,

mortgaged their future,
and put them in a war.

They came back
psychologically battered.

Many to the point

where they were not really employable.

I know this country's broke.

I know we can't care
for all the homeless.

But the veterans...

I believe Mr. Wambaugh
was right.

An implied social contract
was formed

between government
and these men.

The consideration
should be mutual.

We have to give them something.

I hereby order the town
of Rome, Wisconsin,

to build Frank Teacher
a place where he can live.

[people murmuring]

Now, for Howard Buss.

It makes such perfect sense,
doesn't it?

You got a dying man over here
you can't cure.

Another one over there
you can cure.

Why not use the incurable man,
if he consents,

to save the one there's hope for?

It makes such perfect sense.

Problem is...

You're not really dying, Howard.

If I've ever come
face to face with anybody

who personifies what
it means to be alive,

it's you.

Yes, you could very well deteriorate
from the Alzheimer's

and be dead in a year.

Even three months, I don't know.

But I do know, today,

each day,

you wake up with the capacity

to live and to love.

You're embraced by life.

You're still made rich by it.

And I have
absolutely no doubt

life continues to be made
more rich by you.

I will pray for your son.

But I will not sit up here
as a judge

and deem your life
worthy of termination.

That job belongs
to a much higher power.

It is the ruing
of this court,

Thayer Hospital will
not assist or facilitate

in the termination
of Howard Buss' life.

[people murmuring]

We're adjourned.

[bangs gavel]

[Max] Hello? Frank?

Are you in here?

Frank!

It's me, Max.

You're supposed
to be in court.

The ruling...

Frank! Frank!

Frank! Oh, no.

Frank!

- Come on.
- He's not breathing.

- Shut up! Move!
- Max.

I'm telling her he's dead.

He's frozen. They can come back
when they're frozen.

- Tell him that!
- Get him to Room 2 right away.

- Max!
- They can come back.

They can.

[monitor flatlining]

He's not coming back.

Pronounced dead 11:04.

Probable hypothermia.

Go with God.

Hmm. He's got a wallet.

Let me see.

Franklin William Teacher.

Date of birth...

How long you suppose
he's been dead?

Let's say between
three and four hours.

Get this man into pre-op.

Remove and prepare his heart
for transplant stat.

- What?
- He's got an organ donor card.

He's been frozen. The heart is viable
for another three to four hours.

- We can't just transplant...
- Look, we gotta use it

or lose it. We can't put it
into anybody else.

Kevin Buss is
waiting upstairs.

Okay, get me a tissue type.
We'll check for matching.

If it's a go, we move.
Come on. Hurry up!

Where are we?

Twenty-eight degrees.
Perfusion pressure's okay.

Pump suckers are on.

Suture's up.

This was his father's heart?

No, some homeless guy.

[woman on P.A.]

Radiation tech to Room 3.

You okay?

Yeah.

You did everything
you can do for him, Maxine.

I know.

[sobbing] Look, there's nobody here.

He had no family.

[sniffling] He's just Frank
the Potato Man.

They'll just bury him
some place.

[sniffling]

There's nobody even here
to cry for him.

[sniffling]

Yes, there is.

[sniffling]

Forceps.

[Doctor] What temperature
do you have?

He's up to 38 degrees.

I've got good contractions,
let's take him off bypass.

How's his hemo parameters?

Good. Saturation, too.

Let's do it.

Line clamp.

[beeping]

[nurse] We have fibrillation.

Looks good.

This donor had a good heart.

[shakily] Very good.

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]