08x10 - The One Thing

Episode transcripts for the TV show "7th Heaven". Aired: August 26, 1996 – May 13, 2007.*
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Eric Camden is a reverend, husband and the father of numerous children who faces everyday challenges of raising a family during permissive times.
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08x10 - The One Thing

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What are the five
descriptors of pain?

Stethoscope, pen, pad...

Told you, make a list.

Qual... uh, quality, radiation,

strength, timing and...

Orientation manual.

And precipitating
factors, PQRST.

Have you seen the
ER orientation manual?

Right here.

Basically, it says
show up at : .

They'll show us the rest.

I haven't had a
chance to read it.

I'll fill you in on
the subway ride.

Okay, give me seven
causes of chest pain.

Have you seen my shoes?

The gray ones, the flats?

The others k*ll my feet.

A-angina, myocardial infarction,

pericarditis and...

No, I think they're
under the sofa.

GI causes, esophagitis,

peptic ulcer...

Aneurysm, costochondritis.

Ow.

You know, I-I prefer
the red fuzzy ones

with the four-inch heels.

They go better with my lab coat.

In your dreams.

Why aren't you getting ready?

Done deal.

You're kidding, right?

You aren't really
going to use that thing.

It's a gift from my parents.

You know,

one look at that
bag, and the bullies

will b*at you up and
steal your lunch money.

I can handle the bullies.

If you carry that thing,
I just might help them.

(chuckling)

Oh, it's : .

I need to study for a while.

A little late.

Look, I'll cover you tomorrow.

Just make sure you set
the alarm for : ... a.m.

(sighs)

(thunder crashing)

Sarah, wake up.

Sarah, wake up.

Sarah, we're late!

: ?

: ... oh, God.

Didn't you set the alarm?

I can be ready in seven minutes.

We're never gonna make it.

Wait, my-my stethoscope.

Where is it?

Under Harrison's.

I was listening for a murmur.

Wait, to your own heart sounds?

I think I have a
prolapsed mitral valve.

No, you don't. I think I do.

No, you don't.

When did you decide this?

Prolapsed valve?

To use your maiden
name. We talked about it.

No, no, no, you mentioned
it casually once. We're late.

(phone ringing)

Matt Camden. Come on.

Matt?

Dr. Sharp?

Matt, it's me.

I'm leaving without you.

Wait, who? It's Mom, your mom.

Oh, hi, uh, I'm on my way out.

Is everything okay?

It's : in the morning.

Oh, yeah, I know.

The-the boys woke me
up for a glass of water.

Kitchen water, not
bathroom water.

So, I thought, since I
was down here, I'd...

I'd try you before you
got out of the house.

Sarah gave me your
new cell phone number.

Sarah gave you my
new cell phone number?

You're always saying you
don't get your messages.

Hang up.

Let's go.

Are you insane?

I don't want them
to have my number.

I got this so I wouldn't
miss messages from work.

From work, not my
family. I didn't know.

I can call back if
this isn't a good time.

We just miss you so much.

Hold on, the boys
want to say hi.

Hi, Matt. Hi, Matt.

How are you?

Bye, guys.

You did know.

Okay, maybe I
knew, but I am tired

of taking messages
from your family.

There are a million
people in your family,

and they tie up the
line day and night.

Which is exactly
why I got this phone.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

th Heaven

♪ When I see their happy faces ♪

♪ Smiling back at me ♪

th Heaven

♪ I know there's
no greater feeling ♪

♪ Than the love of family ♪

♪ Where can you go ♪

♪ When the world
don't treat you right? ♪

♪ The answer is home ♪

♪ That's the one
place that you'll find ♪

th Heaven

♪ Mmm, th Heaven

th Heaven.

(barks)

(indistinct quiet conversations)

♪ ♪

Excuse me, we... If
you have chest pain

or shortness of breath,
see the triage nurse.

Otherwise, sign in,
fill out these forms

and wait to be seen.

No, we're here to
start our rotation.

We're medical students.

Medical students?

We already have enough of those.

My head's k*lling me.
Wait your turn, Mr. Hartman.

Could you direct us to
the student orientation?

Harry's a regular around here.

Likes the Big D.

The Big D?

Demerol.

Do you know where
the orientation is?

Sorry, no idea.

(sighs)

Group of students
just went scurrying

down the hall after Norton.

That must be it.

Which way?

Thank you.

Hey, Doc, when
can I get my sh*t?

MAN: It's a classic indication

of obstructive lung
disease, and it...

Miss Glass, welcome.

Mr. Simon here

has a long-standing
history of asthma.

He presents today
with increasing SOB.

SOB?

No, it's not an epithet.

Uh, shortness of breath.

Well, thank you
for interrupting, Mr...

Camden.

Why don't you listen
to Mr. Simon's lungs

and tell us what you hear.

(clears throat)

I've lost my bag. Your what?

My stethoscope... it
was in my black bag.

I must have left
it in the subway.

Wow, you have a black bag.

Okay, anyone willing to help
out our poor Mr. Camden?

Oh, look.

No one else left
theirs on the subway.

On second thought,
you may need those.

Uh... Nurse Kelly...

Yes? would you be kind enough

to lend our Mr. Camden here
your stethoscope for the day?

No.

Don't worry, I'll make
sure he gives it back.

Consider it your contribution
to medical education.

Find me when you're done,

okay?

Oh... (stammers)

Doctors are a lot
like boy scouts.

They're expected to be prepared

and on time.

Understood, Miss Glass?

Mr. Camden?

Mr. Camden?

Uh... bilateral
expiratory wheezes

with rails at the right base.

Brilliant. (phone ringing)

Answer that, will you?

Matt Camden.

Hey... your mom
got up with the twins,

and she woke me up, and, uh,

I couldn't get back to
sleep, so I thought I'd call.

She left your new phone
number on the fridge.

How are you?

Uh, Dad, I'm really busy.

Take the number off the fridge.

Don't let anyone
in the family call me.

That number is for
emergencies only.

I have to go.

Write this down, Mr. Camden.

Turn off phone.

All right, the lab
is down the hall.

Time-stamp your requisitions.

Curtains three, four, five.

Psych patients are
stored next to bed eight.

Try not to lose anybody.

What's the problem?
I can't turn it off.

Why? It won't turn off.

Then, get rid of it.

Trauma rooms one, two, three.

Do we get to work
on traumas? No.

Are you getting all
this, Mr. Camden?

Main desk, Dr. Sterling.

This is one of our
residents, Dr. Lisa Sterling.

Dr. Sterling will assign
you your patients.

You're expected to do
histories and physicals,

draw bloods and
gather lab results.

Scut work.

It's all part of your
medical training.

I had to do it,
Dr. Sterling did it,

and now you get to do it.

And someday, you'll get
to make someone else do it.

Not the nurses.

Correct.

Do not slough off your
work on the nurses.

They will probably ignore any
suggestion you make, so... (buzzing)

don't make any.

More meetings...
They're burying me.

All right, lunch, one half hour.

There's coffee in the lounge.

Put some money in
the Styrofoam cup.

Bye.

Okay.

Blood drawing, room three.

They're like little vampires.

Ouch! Sorry.

STERLING: No, never say sorry.

It's a sign of weakness.

Isn't that from an old
John Wayne movie?

Is it all right to say ouch?

Ouch!

How about getting
a nurse to do this?

Uh, I'll give it a sh*t.

All right, Mr. Adams,

if Mr. Camden here
can't get it on the first try,

then I'll do it myself.

I thought the nurses drew blood.

Do you even remember how?

Tourniquet.

Prep the area.

Got it.

Bevel up degrees,
immobilize the vein and...

Hey, you drew first blood.

I hardly felt it.

Good job.

Make sure it gets to the labs.

Hey, Doc, can you get
this guy to do all my tests?

The rest of you
need to practice.

Not on me.

You going to tell them?

No. After our start,

I think I need to collect
all the brownie points I can.

(phone rings)

Is my number still
on the refrigerator?

Matt?

Lucy, do me a favor,

tear up that number
and throw it away.

Fine, if you don't want
to hear from your sister

who loves and misses you.

I don't. Not now. I'll call you.

(dial tone) Forget it.

I'll call the Transit Authority
and see if anyone turned it in.

It's New York.
What do you expect?

Okay, Liu, sore
throat, curtain three.

Cool, I used to
volunteer in the free clinic.

I've down a hundred
strep screens.

Turned in what?

Matt left his black
medical bag on the subway.

Black bag. Sounds
like a lucky break to me.

Okay, Goodman,

sprained ankle, curtain two.

I can handle that.

Sinatra... -year-old.

Exam four. Constipation.

(doors slam open)

-year-old GSW left chest.

BP palp. Tachy at .

Reps and labored.

What's open? Trauma Two.

Gangbanger? Bystander.

CBC, chest film, set
up for a thorocostomy.

I need four units of
O-Neg for the infuser.

Okay if we watch?

Day one. Lots of time
for the g*n and Kn*fe club.

Get your work done.

Constipation.

Doesn't sound like an ER case,

but what the hell, I'm
going into GI anyway.

Only place to earn money
these days is by doing procedures.

What did you guys get?

-year-old nursing
home patient, altered.

-year-old male
thinks he's Napoleon.

Requesting asylum.

I'll trade you. I have no idea
where to start with this one.

Stick to the basics.
They don't expect much.

You're a med
student, not a resident.

If they don't expect much,

why didn't you tell them you
work part-time as a lab tech?

Okay, I'll trade.

You don't think I can handle it?

You said you wanted to trade.

Besides, you'd do better
with Napoleon. Why?

Oh, hypomanic,
delusions of grandeur.

He sounds a little
like your father.

Hey, where's Exam Two?

Mr. McNeil, I'm Matt Camden.

Are you a priest?

I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you.

Are...

Are you a priest?

He wants to know
if you're a priest.

Uh... no, I'm a medical student.

I need to ask you
a few questions.

Are you a priest?

No. I'm a medical student.

He's confused not deaf.

He's not going to be
answering any questions.

Mr. McNeil, why
are you here today?

Bless me, Father...

He can't' bless you, Mr. McNeil.

He left his holy
water on the subway.

Great. How do I get his history?

Well, if I were a
smart medical student,

I'd try the old chart
stored at the desk.

(clears throat)

They all look the same,
don't they, Mr. McNeil?

You're a very pretty nun.

(laughs)

Shh.

, , ...

Mr. Levesque?

Napoleon Bonaparte.

And what brought you
in today, Napoleon?

The British.

They're trying to
send me to Alba.

I need asylum.

They're stealing
all of my money.

They want to put
me on a cruise ship.

Cruise ship?

Bingo.

Shuffleboard, sundeck.

Exile at sea.

It's that Tony Blair.

They implanted a
receiver in my head.

He warned me.

Okay.

How can I help you today?

I need a green card!

Security!

(sighs)

(beeping)

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

(groans softly)

Please, God, stop calling me.

Matt, what the heck
is wrong with you?

I'm working. I'm
at the hospital.

Then why do you keep
answering the phone?

Because I can't turn it off.

Why not?

Because I can't.

Shouldn't you be able
to use a cell phone

before you're allowed
to work with patients?

Very funny.

Nice talking to you.

Not so fast.

My wife, your sister,

is in tears because of the
way you talked to her earlier.

It's Lucy. She's
always in tears.

I have to go.

(dial tone)

The Encyclopedia
Britannica is smaller.

Volumes three,
four, five and six.

Have fun.

LIU: Fever ,
tonsillar exudates,

but the strep
screen is negative.

Mono exposure?

I didn't ask.

Call for labs on Mrs. Shapiro,

and page Surgery to do a
consult on Miss Connors in five.

Any questions?

No. Just having a little
trouble getting a history.

Doesn't speak
English? (phone ringing)

Maybe he used to, not anymore.

He's got a fever and
his blood pressure is low.

Circling the drain.
(phone ringing)

Ruby, isn't there a phone
you need to be answering?

Just do a basic exam.

I'll help you out as
soon as I get a minute.

They sedated
Napoleon with Haldol.

Before he conquered
Europe, I hope.

I didn't get to finish my H&P.

That already puts me behind.

You've got lots of time.

He'll be a lot calmer
after the vitamin H.

Vitamin H?

Haldol.

Vitamin H.

There's the problem.

You've worked in a
hospital, seen all this before.

I haven't seen it all.

Maybe.

But enough to make it seem easy.

You just don't realize,

it's not that easy
for the rest of us.

I'm glad to help.

Showing the rest
of us up isn't helping.

NORTON: Idiot burocrats.

You... call Mr. Jordan.

He needs to go over this report.

LEVESQUE: You stupid...!

Yours? Mine.

I think he's calling your name.

Sterling tells me you're the new
record holder for blood draws.

Uh, yes, but I've...

RUBY: Mr. Jordan's on line one.

Got it. Making up
for your bad start?

I'm trying.

Don't try. Just do it.

Jordan.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

Mm, the prodigal son returns.

Figured him out yet?

Who?

Mr. McNeil, your patient.

Too many volumes.

Where's his family,
maybe they can fill me in.

KELLY: At home,
watching TV I suspect.

He came from a nursing home.

Family probably hasn't
seen him in weeks.

(machine beeps three times)

His blood pressure
is dropping. / .

Maybe you should go
get one of the residents.

I asked Sterling. She's swamped.

She said she'd come
over in a minute.

Temp's .

He's septic.

Do you want me
to turn off the IV?

Um, sure, turn off the IV.

Diabetes, CHF, CAD,
dementia, pneumonia.

Where do I start?

Can you help me lift him?

I can't hear his
lungs with this thing?

It's a poor craftsman
that blames his tools.

His blood pressure is low.

I don't think we
should sit him up.

Dr. Norton expects me
to complete my H&P.

It'll only take a second.

Whatever you say, Doctor.

KELLY (straining):
Up we go, Mr. McNeil.

Deep breath, Mr. McNeil.

I can't hear any breath sounds.

(rapid beeping) His
heart rate is dropping.

I don't get a
pulse. He's in V-fib.

What do I do?

Grab a crash cart.

Go! Go.

Come on.

Come on, Mr. McNeil.

What are you doing?

My patient stopped breathing.

I need a crash cart.

You are the doctor.

You stay with the patient.

You let the nurse
go get the crash cart.

He's breathing on his own.

What happened here?

MATT: I set him up
to listen to his lungs.

He just stopped breathing.

Did you check the
patient's blood pressure

before examining him?

I was trying to
complete the exam.

I didn't check.

(phone ringing)

I-I can't get it to turn off.

(ringing continues)

(ringing continues)

I'm just going to
let it keep ringing.

Isn't he kind of busy, being
in medical school and all?

Too busy to talk to me?

Are you kidding?

He's not answering.

He'll answer.

(line ringing)

Heard you came close to
bumping off your first patient.

Mr. Goodman, have
you finished your H&Ps?

Just tying to lighten the mood.

Excellent try.

Listen, it's my job to
supervise the students.

I should have listened.

I should have jumped in sooner.

I'm sorry.

I thought sorry was
a sign of weakness.

Here.

A rash.

Tough one.

You still have three H&Ps to do.

Norton let you off easy.

Just get your work done.

Besides,

it's a good case.

Trust me.

Miss, uh...

Perfect.

I prefer Pam.

Penny Perfect is my stage name.

Are you the doctor?

No. I'm a, uh, I'm
a medical student.

Well, almost a doctor.

Good enough.

I see you met Pamela?

You know her?

Everybody knows her.

She shows up once a month

to check out the new single
residents and students.

Dr. Camden, are you coming back?

Give him a couple
of years, Pamela.

All right, back to
work, you guys.

Ann Hudson, -year-old female,

altered and nonresponsive.

BP / . Pulse .

Reps and shallow.

Trauma Three.

Chem , CBC, tox screen.

Who's this?

Her friend, Marie Martin.

Pretty upset, couldn't
get much history.

We just went out for a walk.

She fell to the ground.

Ms. Martin, wait
here, I'll be right back.

Come with me.

STERLING: One, two, three.

All right. What have we got?

year-old female, altered,
hypertensive, probable CVA.

BP over .

What do you think we
should do here, Mr. Camden?

Baseline labs, EKG
and a chest film.

Got 'em. And...?

Start an IV? Already has one.

Get a CT.

Eventually. Stick
with the basics.

Get a good history.

Exactly.

But she's unconscious.

Keen observation.

Check with the family.

Good. Any family?

There's a friend outside.

Her friend's name
is Marie Martin.

Sats are dropping... .

High-flow mask at percent.

Open the intubation kit.

. tube and a Mac Three blade.

Anybody here try
intubating before?

ALL: No.

I'd like to try.

I've practiced on a CPR head.

Of course you did.

I'd still like to try.

Mr. Camden, if her
sats drop any further,

maybe you'll get a chance to
show us what you've learned.

But right now, go get
some background history

from her friend.

Don't worry. I won't let Miss
Glass steal your procedure.

I'll call you if she
needs to be tubed.

Go, go, go, Come on.

Ms. Martin?

They made me wait out here.

Is she going to be all right?

I-I need to get some
information from you Ms. Martin.

Does Ms. Hudson have any family?

A husband? Children?

No. There's just me.
What happened to her?

We're not sure yet.

I'm one of the medical students.

I need to speak to her family.

We've lived next door to
each other for over years.

We're both widowed and
both our kids stink, so...

we look after each other.

Except she can't look after
my dog because she's allergic.

Well, does she have
any medical problems?

Uh, high blood
pressure? Heart disease?

History of a previous stroke?

She's had a stroke?

Oh, my God.

I want to see her.

Oh... Hey, hey, hey.

You should sit down. I'm okay.

I'm a diabetic.

I just have to eat something.

Mr. Camden, we're waiting.

Any information for me?

No. I haven't had...

Med list? Previous
history? Uh, no.

Are you the doctor?

Is she going to be okay?

Are you a family member?

Well, no.

Then I'm afraid I can't
release that information.

Patient confidentiality.

Ms. Martin and Ms. Hudson
are lifelong neighbors.

I'm sure it'll be okay.

Not unless there's a
signed power of attorney.

Would you excuse
us for... I have that.

We each have one on account
of we look after each other.

I sent you out here to
get the medical history.

I was trying, but
she was so upset...

You're going to be a doctor.

You're not going to
be a social worker.

So start acting like a doctor.

Nurses do the handholding.

Your job is to focus on
taking care of the patient.

Doctor Norton, Ms.
Hudson's sats are dropping.

Ms. Martin's a diabetic,
she hasn't eaten.

Let the nurses take care of it.

Come on, Camden, let's
see if your practicing paid off.

I found it.

Please, you've got
to let me see her.

I'll bring you in as
soon as possible.

Is she going to die?

First sh*t, right in the hole.

Once I saw the
cords, like butter.

You're lucky you got
to practice beforehand.

Where is that practice head?

I'd like to give it a sh*t.

There's a CPR practice lab up
on five, next to hematology lab.

How'd you find it?

None of us has
ever heard about it.

Yeah. How did you ever
find it way up on the fifth floor,

next to the hematology lab?

Hey, they took that
jumper to the psych unit.

Jumper? You had a jumper?

Don't change the subject.

Where'd he jump from?

The second floor
of the hospital.

And, uh, lunch is over kids.

Let's go. She dropped
her pressure in CT.

Trauma Three is open.

DC the Mannitol, mix
up Dopamine, in .

Start her at five
micrograms a minute.

It appears she suffered
a massive stroke.

Is she awake?

No.

Will she wake up?

We're going to know a
lot more in a day or two.

Is there anything
we can do for you?

I have to go home.

I have a dog, Spence,
I need to feed him.

Mr. Camden, will you
walk Ms. Martin to the desk

and ask one of the
nurses to assist her?

I'm sorry for the bad news.

I'll take you to the desk.

I'd like to see her.

I'll get you a nurse.

No. I'd like to see her now.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I'm a little dizzy.

You want to sit down?

No. I'm okay now.

Oh, excuse me. Go on in.

We'll be right here.

She's such a nice lady.

Yeah.

Thank you for the stethoscope.


I don't think the
color suits you.

I'll try to do a better job

at coordinating my
wardrobe tomorrow.

Bring your own in tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I don't know. I'm having
trouble getting through today.

Is it like this every day?

No. Today was a good day.

It gets worse.

I wasn't expecting.

What, all this?

How could you?

You know, I go home every night

after taking care
of patients.

I come back the next morning,

and there's new
ones waiting to be seen.

I just want to come
in one morning and,

you know, find an
empty waiting room.

Just so I could say, thank
God we fixed them all.

You know?

Well, there must be something

that makes you come
back every morning.

That one thing?

What's your one
thing, Dr. Camden?

(clattering)

She's diaphoretic.

Resps .

I got a pulse.
Thready, around a .

Yes, I need a
doctor in here, now!

Hook her up.

Vitals?

Tachycardic at .

BP over .

EKG, Chem ,
tox screen, pulse ox.

Immobilize her
neck until we clear it.

I've got a line.

Maybe she vaso-vagaled.

She's diabetic.

Brilliant.

Thank you for
informing us, Camden.

Were you hoping we would
eventually just figure it out?

No, I told you. When?

In the hall, when I was
getting her neighbor's history.

Accu-Chek's at .

Miss Glass, what's the
treatment for hypoglycemia?

Glucose IV.

Correct. Push it.

What... what happened?

Congratulations, Miss Glass.

Your first medical miracle.

All right, work her up.
Baseline labs, IV of D- .

Camden...

get her a food tray.

You know her. You
should work her up.

You saved her.

What about that bothers
you? That it wasn't you?

Norton wants you to do it.

She's your patient.

I have to get a food tray.

Hi. Hi.

I'm looking for Reverend Camden.

I think he's
upstairs with Annie.

I'll tell him you're here.

Who are you calling?

Ruthie is trying to reach Matt.

If he answers, take
the phone up to her.

She and Peter are doing
homework in her room.

Oh. (line ringing)

No, I can't hold.

They said they'd have the tox
screen results minutes ago.

So is Matt in your class?

Sorry? Camden.

The two of you
are thick as thieves.

We know each other.

That's it?

Come on, there's got
to be more than that.

He's cute.

He's a little, Type A, but cute.

So you two aren't...?

What? Together?

Hooked up?

Livin' in sin?

No.

Good. I mean, I
just wanted to know.

Oh, this stupid lab.

They've had me on hold forever.

Take down the tox screen results

when they come back on the line.

Hello?

Hel... Yes, I can hold.

Can we talk?

Actually, on the phone here.

Are you on hold?

Don't you have a patient?

Don't you think we're
under enough pressure

without turning on each other?

Yes, I'm here.

Later, okay?

I want to go home.

I have things to do.

You're on a long-acting
oral hypoglycemic.

We need to keep you on
an IV for the next hours.

What about Spence?
I told you I have a dog.

I can't stay here hours.

I don't want to
stay in this place.

It's too quiet here.

Well, you may
be the first person

to ever call this place quiet.

I'm used to it. Ann's a talker.

All the time, she
drives me crazy.

Always talking about
finding that "one thing."

That "one thing"?

The one thing that she
could really be good at.

The one thing that would
make her stand out...

Her contribution to life.

She's tried painting.

Writing a novel.

Training for a marathon.

It just...

seems so very quiet now.

If you want to talk...

I'll listen.

How about you talk, I'll listen.

Mr. Camden, rounds at the desk.

I have to go.

Thank you.

I didn't do anything.

Hey, if it's meant to be...

It's meant to be.

Hi.

Hi.

I was just waiting here
for Reverend Camden.

On pizza night?

When Lucy and I get together?

Nice seeing you.

If Matt answers, will you
take that upstairs to Ruthie?

(line ringing)

(hangs up phone)

After which psych was consulted.

Oh, I noted injection
sites on his thighs.

I think he's using
anabolic steroids.

That's a good observation,

but you should have documented
that in your physical exam.

Okay.

Mr. Camden, which three
cases did you complete?

Pamela Perfect... rash,
Marie Martin... hypoglycemia.

Mm-hmm.

That's only two.

Someone took over Mr. McNeil

before I could
finish the workup.

Aw, that's too bad.

Mr. Camden, were my
instructions unclear?

How many H&Ps are you
required to perform each day?

Three. Three, not two,

not two and a half.

Now, are you having
a remarkably bad day

or is this the best
that you can do?

Neither.

Listen to me, all of you.

Up to now, it's been about
the theory of medicine,

but from here on out,

it is about the
practice of medicine.

You're here to learn
to take care of patients

and by necessity, learn to
care about them a little less.

That's brilliant.

NORTON: And from
now on, the gloves are off.

There's no more excuses.

And Mr. Camden, I expect your
work... todays and tomorrow's...

To be completed
tomorrow at : .

: .

I'm going out with
the rest of the g*ng

to celebrate surviving day one.

Not me, thanks.

We don't have any
food at the apartment.

I'll find something.

It's : .

You're off the clock.

It's time to start acting
like you're one of us.

I never said I wasn't.

No, you just did
everything you could

to make yourself look
better than the rest of us.

I wanted to return this to you.

Oh, you're off already?

hours.

Nurses do .

Nurses get paid.

Not enough.

After today, I think
you're probably right.

Anyway, thanks. Sure.

This may sting a little.

People always say it'll hurt
a little when they mean a lot.

Will this leave a scar?

I have one.

You know how I got it?

(chuckles)

One day, my sister and I
were racing across the house.

I slipped and I split my
head open on the bedpost.

My mom took me to
our pediatrician's office...

Dr. Lindsay.

He sewed up my forehead.

Halfway through, I guess
he noticed I was wincing.

He'd forgotten to use a local.

Oh.

I never said a word.

He told me I was
his best patient

and when I grow up
I should be a doctor.

So Dr. Lindsay
got you into all this?

No, Dr. Lindsay didn't
make me want to be a doctor.

He made me afraid of doctors.

You want to be a doctor?

No, I hate blood.

(laughs)

Don't buy into all
that Norton stuff.

He's a jerk.

Ah, sounds like you
know him pretty well.

Yeah, a little too well.

(winces)

I don't know, maybe he's right.

He's not.

Ms. Martin was asking for you.

She wants to talk.

She likes you, trusts you.

I'm off the clock.

NURSE: Dr. Norton, stat.

NORTON: She's in V-fib.

Another amp of D- .

Charge to .

NURSE: Sats are .

Good air entry
bilaterally with bagging.

Mr. Camden, following
up on your patient.

Very laudable.

Clear.

Clear.

Bad timing, though.

Still in V-fib.

Good pulse with CPR.

Accu-check .

What happened?

The combination of prolonged
hypoglycemia and stress seems

to have precipitated
a cardiac event.

Charge to . Another
of lido and clear.

Clear. Clear.

(shocks)

Asystole.

Should we try epi or Pronestyl?

Sure, and throw
in the kitchen sink.

Okay, another epi.

Are you tired? No.

Her lytes are
within normal range.

Oh, great, so she'll die
with normal lab results.

Okay, that's it.

Time of death...

No, the epi needs time to
circulate. Shock her again.

There's nothing left to shock.

One more try.

Come on.

Come on.

Mr. Camden...

That shouldn't have happened.

No, it shouldn't have.

She tried to tell us.

We were too busy to listen.

Listen to what?

She told us she was a diabetic.

We... we should have done
something, but we ignored her.

I didn't ignore her, you did.

Y-You told me to let
the nurses handle it.

No, I told you to start
acting like a doctor.

Nurses listen to
what doctors say.

Did you ask any of the
nurses to feed her? No.

Well, then, I... I think it's
obvious where the fault lies.

Wait, fault?

You told us we were
doctors, not social workers,

not to care.

Well, we sure don't have
to care about her now.

Hmm.

You've been doing this
for what, minutes?

And you have the gall to
blame me for your mistakes?

You arrogant
little know-nothing.

Every rotation,
there's one of you...

Some guy who thinks he's going

to set the medical
world on fire...

And like clockwork,
they screw up every time

and they don't have the
guts to look in the mirror

and say that it's their fault.

Maybe I'm not the only
one who needs that look.

You sanctimonious...
I don't have to.

I am the director of this
department, your boss,

and we do things my way!

And the only reason
that you're still here

is because you've
shown a small amount

of technical aptitude
in the blood draws.

Other than that, you're
a walking disaster.

But I am going to
make you a doctor

in spite of yourself,
Mr. Camden,

and if you're
unhappy about that,

don't bother coming in tomorrow.

Matt, don't.

You're wrong.

I'm warning you, Camden.

Go home while you
still have a future.

What, the blood draws?

I don't have any
special aptitude.

I work part-time as a lab tech.

I already knew how to do it.

I'm just the same
as the rest of 'em.

Matt Camden?

Somebody said you lost this.

Matt?

It's okay, go back to sleep.

(dog whining)

Who's that?

His name is Spence.

Ms. Martin's dog.

(sighs)

The apartment's tiny, Matt.

We're never here.

We can't dog-sit, even
for a couple of days.

We're not. He's ours now.

What happened?

I can't... not right now.

How?

I went to the Transit
Authority lost and found.

All the way downtown?

Someone turned it in.

In New York?

The clerk couldn't
believe it either.

The guy who brought it in

said he had a
brother in the hospital,

thought it would be bad
karma not to turn it in,

didn't want to mess
with someone's destiny.

Are you okay?

Wondering if I
chose the right thing.

(barks)

I'll get B to let
him out tomorrow.

No,

the right "one thing."

I decided how to
spend the rest of my life

just because I saw a
couple babies being born

when I was a teenager.

I decided what to do
with the rest of my life

when I was a teenager.

(sighs)

You're lucky.

Some people go their whole life

not knowing what
they want to be.

I don't feel lucky.

I'm not sure I was
meant to do this.

Maybe you shouldn't
mess with your destiny.

(barking)

(chuckles)

I knew he wasn't
ready to come in.

I'll go.

Me and Spence need
a little bonding time.

Come with us?

We should talk.

I... need a little time.

Okay.

Come on, Spence.

(whining)

We're going to have
to talk about this.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

I was just going to bed
and I was thinking about you.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

All right, Matt, good night.

I love you.

We all love you.

I love you, too.

Good night.

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