06x19 - Requiem for a Heavyweight

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That's my copy.

Mark, I wouldn't expect to see you here.

I'm serious.

That's the last Herald.

If it means that much to you.

Yes.

I want to see what Murdoch has to say about Fat Boy.

So, what's the scuttlebutt?

I had a very emotional reunion with a member of my family.

I meant my being absent as chief of surgery.

That must have created a few waves.

Well, to be honest, I haven't heard a ripple.

Oh.

How do things stand between you and Weigert?

Well, the corporation has settled with
Mrs. Spooner, leaving me holding the

smoking scalpel and looking down the
barrel of financial ruin.

Then you're still locked out.

I'm here to get the rest of my books, surgical instruments.

I may have to find a new job.

Dr. Craig.

What the hell is that?

The Weigert 2000 operating arm, research and development.

Say it's going to revolutionize
precision techniques in the OR.

Watch, now we get called dummkopfs for
believing in high tech medicine.

Certainly not like you and the Craig 9,000, is it, sir?

I'll take the stairs.

Excuse me.

Any news on your lawsuit?

So you think you know it all now?

No.

And the surgical department is better off without me.

Well, at least it's a happier place to work.

This is our floor.

Oh, and thanks for never saying a kind
word when Lucy was losing her baby.

Ma'am, I cannot help you unless you tell me what's wrong.

Now, the nurse charted here that you're
experiencing an irritable bowel.

Is that supposed to be a yes?

Mrs. Goldman, why don't you just give us
both a break, okay?

All right, time out.

Wayne!

Every one of your patients has been a problem this morning.

I'm beginning to think it's you.

Can I help it if I'm a bit muddled?

In a week or so, I've got to decide on a specialty
and I have no direction.

North by northwest.

Oh, wait, I'm serious!

Okay, east of Eden, south pacific, how the west was won.

Mrs. Goldman, Dr. Axelrod has asked me to examine you.

Today's news doesn't have to be tomorrow's garbage.

Recycling's just part of the answer.

Well, I know you've enjoyed bundling
out trash all week, but all good things must come to an end.

Your sodium level is back to normal.

I'm discharging you.

I plan on continuing my protest.

Staying on your hunger strike.

And picketing, until this hospital changes
its waste disposal policies.

You went into a coma once, from dehydration.

If we hadn't brought you out, you'd
already be a sanitary landfill.

I'm not quitting my crusade.

St. Eligius is a large institution.

It's going to generate waste.

Of course.

I was a garbage man, remember?

But the question is, how much waste?

What kind?

Where does it all end up?

Responsibility doesn't stop where curbside pickup begins.

Will those bandages be incinerated properly?

Or will they end up washing ashore at Cape Ann?

We've had this conversation.

Mr. Chavez has a leg wound.

And while I love Spaceship Earth,
stopping his bleeding is my priority.

You're by, Mr. Bickle.

I thought Bickle wasn't due to leave till tomorrow.

Yeah, he's well enough.

Besides, Weigert wants him out before he
causes any more trouble.

Our corporation.

It's like working for Papa and Baby Doc, and I pity it.

Hi, hon.

Hi, Phil.

I don't know who's got the most
personality, Gideon or his new robot.

Did you see the look that Lucy gave me?

Did you see the look you left on Craig's
face coming out of the elevator?

Please, besides, I thought you told him
off a couple weeks ago.

I still think somehow we betrayed him.

Because our lives have gone on without him?

Craig's been beating the bejeebers out of
us the past couple years, and personally,

I'm enjoying this no day, so relax, huh?

Yeah, we'll do a scan.

Luther!

Hi.

Hi.

You know what?

Of all the instructional videos I've shot for
the hospital channel, the patient poll ranks you as tops.

Number one with the b*llet.

I'm sorry about last night.

It was fun.

Finally worked up the nerve to ask you
out, and then I remember I had class at Northeastern.

I learned a lot.

Scored high on the test, too.

Really?

Got it back this morning.

Hey, how do you know so much about physiology?

I don't.

I Christmas treat the test.

You're amazing.

How amazing?

Everything.

Hey, Auschlander's looking for you.

Yeah.

Okay.

You are so pretty.

Do you have any other girlfriends?

Nobody I give a red cent about, baby.

Luther, I talked to Dr. Auschlander and Dr. Gideon.

Your request to join rounds
has been important切 hospital trip health care internal what.

What using different chemical dependence units and you are
the most intolerable arrest, astoey, contract, A half to 3.

Berigraden, drug abuse took place over years.

Muscle relaxants, painkillers.

I was unaware the effect was snowballing,
but drunkenness, how could you not know?

What this place is all about, overcoming denial.

Barbara?

Is that you?

Barbara.

And completed with labor.

Say hello to Grandpa.

How did you drive down all the way from Clinton?

I picked her up on my way back from New Hampshire.

Oh, thanks for taking an extra week.

I got stuck driving Carol
Novino and Lizzie Westphall all the way back to Boston.

I had to think some things out.

Alone.

Look at you.

You're almost old enough to go to your high school prom.

What's wrong?

How long is Barbara going to be here?

At least till the weekend.

Yvonne's gone in for some intensive physical therapy.

Uh-huh.

Oh, boy.

No girls allowed where I'm staying at the Ivy Club.

Guess I'll have to come to the house to visit.

So, how did you spend your week's vacation in Peterborough?

Getting reacquainted with my hometown.

You really were alone, hmm?

That's what I said.

I tried sorting out some things.

Reach any conclusions?

A few.

Would you mind watching, Barbara?

I just need to check out today's menu with the chef.

I think Grandma's about to ask me back.

Okay.

Huh?

Ow!

Ow!

I don't know what's happening, Wayne.

We're debriding this wound.

Oh!

Quit complaining, Mr. Heath.

I'm talking about my career, my life.

Come on, Elliot, if you want to help, just... Okay, okay.

Is it hot in here?

What do you want, a weather report?

Elliot, watch what you're doing.

All right, all right.

Where was I?

Dizzy.

What a ballplayer.

And what chops on the trumpet?

Unless, of course, you're talking about Miss Lizzie.

I ruled out one specialty.

Specialty, geriatrics.

Patients dying really limits the referral.

I'm lightheaded.

Maybe that's why you're having so much
trouble choosing a specialty.

Let me, you're all over the place.

I know.

I've been going back and forth all day on a specialty.

What about urology?

You don't have enough on the ball.

Healthcare, prosthodontists,
aestheticians, accordingly, and all.

Elliot?

Elliot?

Hey!

Abnormal rhythm.

He's having a heart attack.

When did he go down?

I just fainted.

Half hour ago.

Diary elevated, ST segment.

Oh, this is stupid.

Lie still.

It's having an EMI.

I smoke blood sugar.

Hold the elevator.

It's probably an anxiety attack.

I've been, you know, so worried about
choosing a specialty and all.

I've been hearing it all morning.

Will you shut up about the specialty?

Wayne!

Where are we headed?

Cardiac cath left.

You guys are just wasting your time.

Let's go.

Emergency room, emergency room,
emergency room, emergency room.

Come in.

Say, Paulette.

Please don't talk for a minute.

Yes, Mark.

So what was that inscrutable silence about?

Just got off the phone with my husband.

Sometimes cabin can be so blind to what I'm trying to say.

Well, I have to admit, I often don't know
what you're talking about either.

You know, it's going to take another year
a year to rebuild that parking garage.

Is that what you came here to talk about?

Oh, no, no.

No, I want to inventory my surgical instruments.

And since I'm non grata with Gideon and your acting chief of
surgery, I thought I'd better check it out with you first.

You need not to have a bargain.

No objections.

Kim here.

No, I'm not married.

Of course.

Obstetrics.

You know, marriage is tough enough.

How do you and your husband manage in separate cities?

Begin to think it's a mistake.

Ellen and I, that is assuming we'll ever
get back together again.

Well, I learned that the
most important thing is to keep trying and to be trusting.

And courteous as in and please let me get
the hell back to work.

Fever's up.

The BP's steady.

Respiration's up to 26.

I have a rash on my arms.

Your white count's still depressed.

So am I.

You may be having a toxic reaction to the antibiotic.

Let's take him off the trimethoprim sulfa
and switch to pentamidine.

You got it.

I feel so much worse than since I was admitted.

Can't you do something?

Well, we're doing all that we can medically.

In the meantime, let me help you spiritually.

All week long, you've talked about how
God has helped you, how your life is so much better.

You can feel what I feel.

How?

Well, ask for forgiveness.

Renounce your h*m*.

That would be denying who I am.

God loves sinners, but condemns their sin.

Don't do this to me.

If you don't, you won't be accepted into
the kingdom of heaven.

Leave me alone.

Go ahead, Jeffrey.

I resent you, Mom.

Home, speak... Dr. Weiss, are you sure this is right?

Mom and I just sit here and read our lists?

One at a time.

Starting with resentments, finishing with the likes.

Okay.

I resent you, Mom, because...

because you let all us kids call each
other by our last names.

But I thought you wanted to.

I think the issue that Jeff is trying to bring up...

Richard, I know you're a union mediator, patient care, but

please, if you
just let me handle this particular negotiation.

Now, the purpose here is not to debate these resentments or
likes, but express them freely with no interruptions.

Marcy, you came.

Yeah, um, I realized it wasn't fair to push
you into treatment and then not follow through myself.

Besides, there's too much I need to say.

Great.

All right, have a seat and spit it out.

Any word about Dr. Axelrod?

It's parked in CCU while they review cardiac cath results.

First I thought Nurse Rosenthal was just being paranoid.

And then you realized she was just being Helen.

Hi.

All I know is that I don't like being
watched all the time, either.

Big brother?

Big deal.

Oh, you're talking about the cameras.

That's why I was hired.

The person before me in the communications department.

Trini?

Yeah, Mr. Tron.

He got fired because the video spies
caught him sleeping on the job.

Does Gideon have to know what we're eating to?

Hospital's in a tough neighborhood.

Better security makes sense.

A lot of doctors are asking me to record examinations.

Protection against malpractice.

Yeah, most of them need it.

Gynecystic, emergency services,
individual option, emergency department,

hospital appointment, hospital久eнии, hospital.

Oh, feeling better.

What do you mean?

Oh, the last time I
talked to you, you were pretty upset about the miscarriage.

Oh, I managed not to think about that today.

The robotic arm is safer, faster,
and more efficient than the current surgical procedure.

No hand can match the robot's precision.

Vision, accurate to within one two-thousandths of an inch.

I'll begin by demonstrating some of the larger motions.

Dr. Gideon.

Ah, a group.

Even better.

Who are you?

Mr. Bickle.

Somebody call security.

This is the man who's on the hunger strike
against the hospital.

Private contractors are hauling your waste.

Without tough laws dealing with
biological refuse, you have no idea where it's ending up.

What happens to this hospital's garbage
isn't my responsibility.

Disability.

But people look to you for leadership.

In medicine.

Leaders shouldn't have any boundaries.

Besides, isn't medicine supposed to be
about preserving life?

Which is exactly why you should abandon this hunger strike.

St. Eligius was the fifth stop on my
sanitation collection route.

One morning last fall, I arrived to find
some kids playing in the dumpster with a

carelessly discarded bag filled with needles and blood.

That shouldn't happen.

Well, it did.

And that's when I hopped off the truck
for for good, and woke up to the world trash epidemic.

We've all got to take the leap sometime.

Take him out of here.

I'm still keeping my vigil out front.

Why don't we start over?

Damn it!

Look at the extent of his at hero med a.

Who's going to tell him?

You are.

ER.

Elliot, we should perform a coronary bypass.

You guys crack me up.

There's accelerated left main disease.

I'm not even 30.

You're not responding to balloon or thrombolytic therapy.

The only way to salvage the myocardium is
to bypass as soon as possible.

Did you have a consult with Dr. Craig?

Dr. doctor London.

Where's Craig?

Not allowed to operate.

So he won't be before me, my surgery?

He'll be assisting Dr. London.

I want Craig!

No can do.

No can wait, either.

I'll go ahead and make sure the OR is ready.

Jackie, please don't let me die.

I resent you, Marcy, for never accepting
the man I married after your father.

And I resent you, Marcy, for challenging
my authority to run the household and

encouraging the rest of the kids to do the same.

I resent you, Mom, for ignoring the needs
of our household for the past six months.

Mental illness.

I resent you, Mom, for expecting me to take charge.

I resent you, Mom, for eventually
interfering in my own marriage.

I tried to save your marriage.

How?

By helping Klaus catch the first plane back to Switzerland?

Mossy, that's not true.

Klaus was a jerk.

Richard, Jeffrey, please.

You were ill.

You were suffering from an addiction yourself.

Klaus didn't know what to do.

You just didn't want your surgery,
surgery in uterine cancer, post

disputation, OBGY, ECG, ECG, ECG, ECG, ECG, ECG, ECG.

That's ridiculous.

First you blamed me for everything,
and then when I was well again,

and settling into life at home,
you encouraged me to blame Klaus.

Just put all the failure
onto him, which is exactly what you did with my father.

I loved your father.

You made him responsible for everything
that went wrong in your life.

From day one, you blamed Dad for your own bad choices.

You're a horrible person.

Hospitalization.

That's not fair to your mother.

Yes, it is.

How easy.

Just made the first incision.

Elliot was really scared before they wheeled him in.

So sudden.

Is there a history of heart disease?

Elliot's never had a complete physical.

When I asked him, he said, yeah,
now that he thinks of it, a couple of

uncles and a grandparent were knocked down
by heart attacks.

Obstetrics.

Even as doctors, we're reluctant to face
our own mortalities.

He's overweight, never checked his
cholesterol, but two years ago,

he has one little hemorrhoid and calls out
the National Guard.

You know what Elliot's problem is?

St. Eligius.

When this place reopened, a large
part of him, which there are many, didn't want to come back.

The performance anxiety, the fatigue, the responsibility.

I think he's a boy who always wanted to fit in.

No matter what the cost.

Downstairs examining Elliot, I noticed a
scar under his arm.

Guess what that big, clumsy son of a veterinarian did?

Just to be one of the guys in high school,
he went out for football.

Made it to the meat squad, getting stomped
every day by the varsity in practice.

He got spiked in the armpit.

Wearing pads.

I mean, how can you get a cleat up in...

that would never happen to me because
I know enough to ride the pine with the cheerleaders.

But we can both appreciate Elliot's spirit.

I hope he has enough spirit to get him through this.

Finished harvesting the saphenous vein.

Zapped that bleeder.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I love you.

I don't care how much they hug.

Their marriage won't last another six weeks.

Orthopedics.

Well, I guess Marjorie hasn't persuaded Helen to come back.

Why don't we take a break?

It must be difficult with your mother in here.

Not having her at home, I mean.

Richard's there.

Besides, the last ten months she hasn't
been much fun anyway.

Your mother hasn't been well.

At least she didn't gain 60 pounds like Liz Taylor.

I was too hard on Mom.

You said what was upsetting you.

I made her cry.

When I first came into this family,
I noticed no one ever really communicated.

You all held back until the emotions exploded.

Then the house had become like a morgue for days.

It's the way it's been since the first
administration under my father.

Solving disputes is a way of life.

Now, when my father... was sick and never around.

You've heard the story.

The point is, the most important thing a family can do is
express its feelings to one another.

That's what you and your mother were doing today.

But sometimes, it's going to hurt.

Richard, I... I
just resent Mom so much for divorcing my father.

Because I didn't know what to do, whom to choose.

And by deciding, finally, to support Mom...

I feel like I deserted Dad.

And now that he's dead... I'll never be
able to tell him how much I loved him.

Yeah, what is it, Lucy?

Changed these bandages four times today.

Mr. Chavez is still soaking through the dressing.

Whose patient is it?

One of your first years, Block.

She's gone home early and you're chief resident?

Yeah, yeah, hang on.

What's your problem?

Got a lot on my mind.

Okay, let's try and avoid OR.

Elevate the leg, try to keep some pressure on the wound.

I'll be right back, Mr. Chavez.

Is that Gideon's office?

What are we watching here?

Hospital channel.

Well, you can't know he's on it, too.

He definitely doesn't know.

I can't watch this.

What happened?

Don't touch me.

Are you okay?

I was lying in bed so long and I just wanted to see something
other than the sky but I couldn't make it to the window.

I'm through fighting.

You can't think like that.

Oh, you're the one who told me that I was
going to go to hell.

Last few years, together with
Kevin, he gave me the strength to embrace my own nature.

Cancer.

Do you know how hard it is to live in this
society and to be g*y?

To have to deal with your parents,
your friends, the people at work.

I've had to struggle so hard to live the
way that I want to live.

And I've accepted that.

But now I'm dying.

Tortured and you say that even God will
reject me if I don't reject myself,

I'm never going to find any peace.

Don't give up.

Let me help you into bed.

Maybe you're right.

I'm a sinner, and I should be dead.

I tried contacting Elliot's family.

Apparently, they're out of town.

Mm-hmm.

Um, Oliver, make sure
those are interrupted sutures on the coronary anastomosis.

And for Pete's sake, use polydeck.

I can out-suture Oliver London with a pair of mittens on.

Look at the size of Elliot's heart.

Big.

But then again, so was he.

I understand Elliot wanted me to do the bypass.

I've tried everything legally possible to
get back to work here.

I spoke to Josiah Maude, but there is a spot
for you at Boston General after your lawsuit is settled.

I've got the same response from Bernheimer Memorial.

What the heck's going on?

That's John Gideon.

Boy, oh boy.

Look at that guy.

Always with the hands.

Must have been a referee at one time.

And obviously played ball as well.

If I was still a drinker, I'd love working here.

Lots of hiding places.

Took me a while to find you.

They've turned my office into a storage bin.

So what?

I think at least
housekeeping... You're not upset about your office.

Marcy was right.

All right.

As much as I did love Edgar and tried to make that marriage
work, I have blamed him for 20 more years of bad choices.

So pity he won't even buy you a beer on this block.

I was 25, from a lower-middle-class family
whose whole world centered around my father's tiny pub.

Gastroenterologist, OB, OB, OB, OB.

Edgar was American.

He offered the future the chance to escape.

You loved him.

Yes.

Instead of flourishing, I found myself
expected to respond to his needs,

tied down with his life.

A daughter.

Yes, in order to keep my dreams alive,
I took Marcy and left him.

Motor vehicle accident, delivery Blair Murdoch, parents
of 12 and before he died named Girl, EWTN, 튼.

Just a bite.

And you've been so dedicated to
the cause, leading a one-man as*ault on a throwaway society.

A little nosh doesn't mean I'm any less committed.

And here I was, coming over here to tell you
that I planned on arguing with Gideon about hospital waste.

That's good.

You see, it shouldn't take a hunger strike
to get somebody's attention.

Right, a 250-calorie hunger strike, huh?

Hey, it's scary waking up from a coma.

I almost died.

I realize now I hadn't considered the
consequences of starving myself,

but I'm not a phony.

Our land, our air, our water, they're so precious.

This is where we live, the
only place in the universe, and we're destroying our home.

Look, if you plan on sneaking a snack,
just make sure you eat right, okay?

Roll Elliot down the post stop.

We'll be there in a jiff.

I got it.

Obstetrics, and many many more.

Elliot's got a long road to recovery.

Dr. Lennon was sure in his game.

Not up to Craig's level.

Jackie, why all of a sudden are you his biggest booster?

Ultimately Craig and I aren't that close.

But I feel bad about the two of you.

Yeah, we'll stop.

Tell me you don't look up to him like a father?

He's 5'9 if he's an inch.

You know what I mean.

Above all, Craig's taught us everything we know.

Oh, he's responsible for turning us into good surgeons,
and St. Eligius might be losing a great doctor and teacher.

Yeah, yeah, rah, rah.

My concern right now is Elliot, okay?

I'm going to take the first post-op shift.

You rigged the Cameron Gideon's office yourself?

With a little help from the A.V.

department.

I figured since Gideon has been invading
our privacy, I'd invade his.

Well, some things should be private.

Heading up to see Elliot soon.

I hope this is still on.

I know, I'm going to get fired.

I grew up around St. Eligius.

Can't stand seeing what Gideon's done to this hospital.

I wonder what's in the box.

We're about to find out.

Uh-oh.

A negligee.

I think he's more of the mid-calf type.

Oh, gee, I wonder who that's for.

There she is.

You've been hit, Luther.

Yeah, 衣 Uther.

Whoa.

Oh, gosh.

Fish-eyed lens is a bad look for this man.

I don't care if the rest of the hospital
thinks this is funny.

Tampering with the communication system is serious.

That must've been a practical joke.

Are you about done there?

ER.

Since arriving here, I have been moved.

Had my phone glued to my desk.

Discovered questionable cancer research
being conducted behind my back.

And in your mind, a silly joke carries the
same weight as medical research.

Everything seems to become a serious
threat to your authority.

Obviously, we don't share the same
sensibility about these matters.

We don't share the same sensibilities
about much of anything.

Everything.

John, it's time to move on.

I jumped into our relationship much too
quickly after my breakup with Mark.

You felt as deeply as I did.

I enjoyed the dinners, the companionship.

The sex?

Well, yes.

Ellen, being in your hometown, spending
time with Mark, obviously you're feeling sentimental.

Your emotions are helter-skelter.

Doctor.

Don't try to control the situation.

What I learned from my week in Peterborough is that I've got
to begin understanding who I am.

My instincts tell me we're not right for each other.

Oh, and the nightie is a sweet idea,
but it's not right for me either.

Dr. Craig.

What's the matter?

Axelrod?

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Pardon?

You got here in time.

You performed my bypass.

Oh.

Well, how are you feeling?

My chest, uh...

Feels like when I used to wake up and my
dog, Tenny, was lying on top of me.

You have an intra-aortic balloon inserted
through your groin.

It shouldn't be disturbed.

Try to lie still and rest.

What will happen next?

Oh, you'll be fine.

No, I...

I mean, St. Eligius needs you.

There are many hospitals that need good doctors.

Did your residency here...

This place isn't the same anymore.

Was it any easier back then?

I'm having such a difficult time choosing a specialty.

Maybe this...

this all happened for a reason.

I know it sounds silly, but...

maybe it's a sign.

You know, my heart attack, you know?

My specialty?

Cardiology, right?

No.

Oh.

You're being honest with me, and I appreciate that.

I admire that.

You've never been afraid to tell people
exactly what you thought.

I've always tried to please, you know.

Always trying to get people to like me.

People do like you they do don't they i.

Want to cry but my chest hurts too much that's.

Okay Elliot i.

Like you Richard Jeff Marcy because each
of you agreed to come here today sort of

and I like you Jeff because you're open
enough to say sort of I like dr weiss

because because he's letting
us run this session differently so it won't take too long.

I like you, Mother, because you've got resilience.

Resilience?

Ability to bounce.

Oh, yeah.

I like that about you, too, Mom.

I like you, Helen, because you gave the kids a
say in whether or not I could move into your home.

Richard, that was also on your list of resentments.

It was a confusing time.

The.

ER, ICU, or I'm supposed to start the hugs.

Work's just begun for you and me.

How's Elliot?

Stable.

There's nothing else we can do right now.

By the way, where'd Victor go?

No idea.

You see more of him than I do.

Yeah, and after surgery and the nude, I think he's
seen a little more of me than I would have liked.

Victor swears he kept himself under wraps.

I'm glad he did.

I still can't look Kylie in the eye.

Lucy, things okay at home?

Miscarriage sent our marriage in for the


It's requiring a little more maintenance than expected.

Robert and I never took a pit stop.

Eventually, the engine blew.

Maybe you should have been married to Cale Yarborough.

Really, I've never pulled any price before.

Never stuck a potato in a tailpipe.

Never tied someone's shoelaces together.

Nope.

Never dipped a sleeping sister's finger in warm water.

Never put a mousetrap in a mailbox.

Never even shaving creamed a house.

I told you, this is the first practical
joke I've ever played on anyone.

Boy, you were sheltered.

My parents wouldn't even let me wear makeup until I was 20.

I bet the boys in Bridgeport, Connecticut didn't mind.

I wasn't allowed to be around boys.

No dates?

Not even prom.

But it didn't matter.

I was a late bloomer.

God's crying slowly.

God's crying fine.

You're my first boyfriend.

Today we had our first kiss.

My first kiss ever.

You've waited till now?

I wanted to be in love.

This means that you're still a... Virgin.

But not for long, I hope.



Heaven?

Just wondering if it's gonna snow, ring around the moon.

Oh.

It's too warm.

You had it home?

Bible class.

You really into this newfound faith, huh?

Changed my life.

Helped me to be less self-oriented.

Except today, I...

tried helping someone, only made his life worse.

And when I became chief resident, I thought
I'd finally found something to believe in, a corporation.

Now I'm starting to wonder myself.

Hey, we're new at this.

Friend or foe?

Get that thing out of my eyes.

Dr. Craig.

I'm sorry to wake you up, Ehrlich.

It's all right.

I was dreaming about... Never mind.

You don't know her.

Right.

Ehrlich, my attorney just tracked me down to tell me that
Mrs. Spooner is dropping her malpractice case against me.

And evidently, you're responsible somehow?

I took the Liberty, sir.

What could you have possibly said to the
woman that would make her give up a million-dollar lawsuit?

That you were dying.

Pardon?

I mean that it would k*ll you if you were
denied the right to practice practice,

and as someone her husband trusted,
I vouch for your integrity.

You may have been lacking in bedside
manner, but Henry got the best care

possible, and Mrs. Spooner just wanted her
loss to be recognized.

So I suppose I have you to thank for getting my job back.

What I don't understand is why.

Why not?

Look, if it's all the same to you,
sir, I could really use some shut-eye.

Right.

Good night, Ehrlich.

Good night.

I overslept.

Oh, I'm on call.

Where are my glasses?

Oh, baby.

Where's your mommy?

Ellie, help him.

I finally know my specialty.

Man.

OVH, OVH, OVH, OVH, OVH, OVH.