05x17 - Schwarzwald

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Chandler give me some covers. It's cold. I'm bare-skinning.

Mm-hmm.

The temperature really dropped last night.

Oof, your feet are icy.

Well, why don't we turn on some heat, mm?

I'd love to, but it's late.

Mm.

Mm.

You are cold.

I'm gonna have to bring home some flannel jammies.

Or you could move in.

I thought we slammed the gate on that subject.

Shacking us to cop out.

Okay.

Why don't you marry me then?

What?

You know I can't hear you when the water's running.

I said marry me.

That's not what you want.

We're getting older, you know.

Not much time left if we want little kitties, hmm?

No.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Come on, come on, come on.

We can make cute little babies.

My profile.

Your hairline.

Yes?

You're wasting water.

I'll make coffee.

Come on.

Break it up.

Come on now.

Hey, come on.

All right, on your way.

You know the drill.

I always do everything you tell me.

Yeah, sure.

Bye.

So long, Doc.

Old girlfriend?

Lulu.

Comes in every month like clockwork.

Hypertension, emphysema, loneliness.

I run some tests, invest her meds, keep her company.

Gotta go.

OBGYN rounds with Turner.

See you in your muck, Lux, in case the water breaks.

Willie McClintock?

Me.

Me.

What happened?

Squirrel on the road, swerved,
dumped my super glide, 50 feet of blacktop body massage.

Lucky squirrel?

Yeah, and I thought I had him nailed for sure.

Right this way.

Controlling costs in the ER is essential if we're
going to save this place from the auction block, Daniel.

We have to convince the mayor that we can cut the deficit.

Almost through with my end of the proposal.

Good, all right, lunch in my office,
We'll go over the numbers, huh?

The decision to sell the hospital couldn't
have come at a worse time.

Was there ever a good time?

I mean, for me personally.

I'm in the middle of my chemo cycle.

Wooziness, trouble concentrating.

Not the match for City Hall I used to be.

Helen, you look like you've been rode hard
and put away wet.

Pardon.

Old Greek expression.

I've been cleaning house all week.

Marcy and her husband are coming home from Zurich.

It's the first time they've been stateside
since they were married.

Luckily, Rich is taking all the other kids shopping to L.L.

Bean in Freeport, Maine, so we'll all get
to spend some time together.

You like your new son-in-law?

Gosh, he's sweet.

He always brings me chocolates.

Ooh, candy mogul.

Lucky you.

Mother's Day must be a bonbon lignanza.

But, Dad, wait.

What did the doctor say?

It was my father.

He rushed the conversation.

He's coming up from Marshfield.

Veterinarian?

And stay off.

I was coming for chemotherapy.

My dad's got cancer.

No insurance?

Strictly for vics.

Victims?

Civilians?

What do you do?

A little of this, a little of that.

Push, pimp, trick.

Headache?

Yeah.

Are you wearing your helmet?

I'll hardly give me a break.

Lose consciousness?

Oh, for a second, I don't remember.

You gonna give me something for the pain?

Maybe.

Ah, percadans?

We'll see.

I like percs.

They hurt here?

Ah, yeah.

Okay, stoic type.

No way.

Could be a concussion, a few cracked ribs.

I'm gonna run some tests, get a chest
X-ray, keep you overnight for observation.

Hey, hey, just give me the dope and let me
blow this rat hole.

A head injury is no joke.

Stroke.

You're a Jew.

I'm Jewish.

You're supposed to make the best doctors
and the worst wine.

Elliot, check this out.

Checking out.

Bank statement.

Piercing in.

It'll at his age.

This morning, I dropped by the automatic teller.

I withdrew 20 bucks.

When I got the receipt, my account had
been credited 102,000 smackers.

Of course, I'm going to call Pilgrim
National and tell them, but it's fun.

You know, you make me puke.

Not everyone cares about your
stupid savings account or your stupid life, for that matter.

So what?

I'm rich.

That's it?

That's the heart?

What?

Beating like a little Tom-Tom.

Wild.

Henry didn't want me to have this procedure.

No one's completely positive ultrasound's
safe for the fetus.

You're so sweet and concerned.

Mrs. Orr is 43.

Late pregnancies have added risks of birth defects.

Good idea to look for problems on the sonogram.

If I'm only going to have one with Angie,
I want this baby to be perfect.

Yeah, not fair to the child to continue the pregnancy.

If there's anything wrong, I'm very sorry,
but I think it's the wrong.

Past your amniocentesis with flying colors.

Genetically, your baby is fine.

Look at this, Angie.

I've seen it before, honey.

This is Henry's first.

I have two by a previous marriage.

Wild.

See that?

What?

There.

Anything?

A little blurry is all.

It looks fine to me.

Are you sure?

I'll go over the film again and and call
you if anything turns up.

Otherwise, you are in good shape.

And I have a full delivery schedule.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Damn it, Elliot, you're slobbering and
tangling up Jinx's leash.

Good girl, the baby.

How bad is it?

Bad.

Hemangiosarcoma metastasized.

Oh, no.

Stand up straight and I called the other
night you know on the phone there's all

this crying in the background mom jinx he
knows about the cancer she of course wow I

guess dogs just sense that kind of stuff
huh jinx isn't a lot of pain I'd like to

start her on cis platinum and adriamycin
treatments stat what for snap to it Elliot

weren't you listening when
I called You said you were coming here for chemotherapy.

For Jinx.

Thank God.

You happy she's sick?

No, no, of course not.

I'm just happy you're not.

All right, let's get inside.

Come on, girl.

We can't treat a dog here.

I okayed it with Dr. Westphall.

You called Dr. Westphall?

My clinic doesn't have the facilities for chemo.

Dad, is Jinx's house broken?

Better than you were at eight.

Come on, baby.

Hello.

Well, I'll bet you're clout.

Lucy Papandrao, welcome to Boston.

Thank you.

It's so different from Zurich.

You mean dirty, run down, depressing?

Oh, lifting.

Swiss cleanliness is make-believe.

The world is not gingerbread and marzipan.

Boston could use a little bit more fantasy.

It's so good, this place.

You know, actually, I feel at home in a hospital.

Hospital, my father and brother run the
Schwarzwald Clinic in West Germany.

Where's Marcy?

She stopped off in the cafeteria for a bite.

I wanted to come ahead and speak with you
first about Marcy.

I'm worried.

Is she sick?

No, no, no.

She's healthy as a house.

House?

Helen, your little girl has changed some
since you saw her last She's... Ma!

Snub the butt.

Ooh, the chick's tough.

Staff.

These perks are the pits.

Complain to your doctor.

The Jew ball passed me off to one of the jigs.

Excuse me?

Jigs, you know, colored people.

Did you see the movie, The Colored People?

Ow, that hurts.

Pill.

What?

Take that.

Oh.

You're cute.

Blonde all over.

Over.

Look, you do that one more time and you'll wish you hadn't.

I like it when you say no.

Problem here?

Yeah, you're looking at them.

Don't hassle the nurses, okay?

Up tight, lame.

I thought you people were supposed to be so hip.

Your x-rays show you have three broken
ribs on the left side.

Tape me up.

No, we don't do that anymore.

The ribs will heal on their own.

Somebody will take you up for a CAT scan real soon, okay?

I want the Jew back.

Excuse me?

The one down in ER.

You know, a second opinion.

I don't think you know what you're talking about.

Look, when they brought you up here, you became my patient.

Now, you may not like that.

Neither do I.

But while you're up here, try and act as if you evolved.

Like the rest of us?

There.

That's what I spotted earlier.

Looks like a small hole in the ventricle.

A septal defect.

Yeah, I saw it, too.

Well, how come you didn't tell the ORs?

That's something important to learn during
your OB rotation.

Don't communicate alarm.

You'd panic the parents.

They should know.

You heard that couple there.

They're looking for perfection.

The minute they find out there's anything
wrong with their dream baby, even minor,

they're gonna hit the ejection button.

So you're not going to tell them anything?

I'll assess farther down the road.

After it's too late for a legal ab*rtion.

You're a rookie resident, Carol.

Until you've been around, don't lay a crusade on me.

Real Swiss hot chocolate is to die for.

Nowhere in the world do they make a finer cup of cocoa.

Rumpelmeyer's in New York has excellent
hot chocolate with real whipped cream.

Klaus, you don't have to play the polite tourist.

Mother, did you know that the Swiss
perfected milk chocolate in 1876?

Oh, I guess I'd forgotten.

I mean, I ask you, why fool around with imitations?

American chocolate is full of emulsifiers,
made fast and cheap for maximum profit,

just like everything else in this tasteless country.

Google cups, that is a little harsh.

Yes, but true.

Klaus already does the classics.

Brinkman's white chocolate with raspberry liqueur, oh,
and his dark chocolate almond bark.

It's world famous.

Nah, you overrate me, my little cocoa butt.

I'm so dedicated.

Syndicated, and beloved by his workers.

Do you know that Klaus often goes
down to the factory himself to help them pack the fudge?

And what do you do?

Marcy has been working as a taster.

I understand.

Yeah, she has a sensitive snout.

She can sniff out a stale Grand Marnier
truffle at 50 meters.

And I have all kinds of ideas for new
products, novelty items.

Helen, I need a medication change, please.

Hi, Elliot.

Hi.

I... Marcy, hi.

I didn't recognize you.

You look the same.

You don't.

Last time I saw you,
you know, we had gone on diets together, I had gained.

Yeah, and I lost.

I know, a lot.

You were gorgeous, slim, trim.

I was not.

I've never been trim in my life.

You were positively svelte, wasn't she, Klaus?

Yeah, you were luscious when we got married, Lipschitz.

Oh, congratulations.

It must be Klaus.

I'm Elliot Axelrod.

How are you doing?

Probably a good yodeler, huh?

Anybody want more?

I do.

Sure you won't join me?

No, thanks.

After chemo, food has all the appeal of root canal.

I wonder if it affects a dog's appetite.

These figures bother the mind.

Our emergency room treats 70,000 patients a year.

Half of them don't have insurance,
and they got a half can't or won't pay.

If we'd have convinced the mayor not to sell the hospital,
we'd have to show him we can change our ER policies.

St. Eligius has always had a strong
commitment to care for the poor.

Now, that very commitment is what threatens its survival.

The good neighbor policy.

Look, I know this report was my idea,
Daniel, but the scope of these changes,

I'd hate like hell to start weighing
compassion against cost.

We've already lost time with the mayor.

And we help no one if we become the
victims of our own charity.

I want to lay down new guidelines on admission.

The trick is to make some tough decisions
without losing our humanity.

That's too it, Daniel.

If we have to compromise the care we give, to hell with it.

What's the point of it?

Let them sell the damn place.

I can pay off my student loan.

I can buy mutual funds.

I can invest in tax-free bonds.

Start saving for Pete's College.

Jack, you're not thinking of keeping that money.

No.

No.

I mean, no.

It wouldn't be ethical.

It has crossed my mind.

How can you think that?

Only a matter of time before the computer finds the error.

Could at least transfer it to an interest account.

Count.

You spend that money, you're in deep.

No, of course, you're right.

Besides, what would your brother the cops say?

Sorry I'm late, someone stole my watch.

Did you tell the police?

Yeah, they said they admired the guy's bravado.

Come on, anyway, you can have a nice run.

Klaus, what happened to her?

Most tasters get sick of chocolate, not Marcy.

When she samples a batch, she doesn't just
nibble a single piece, she downs a dozen.

Look, this is a delicate question,
but food can sometimes be a compensation.

Yeah, please, say no more.

When I first knew Marcia,
she was toothsome, delicious, I couldn't get enough.

Then she became softy, fine by me, so scrumptious.

Then she grew to be Rubenesque, still okay.

I loved her more.

Well, there was more to love.

But now she's, um, what's the word, um, pachyderm.

Have you talked to her?

Yeah, constantly, but how many times?

Sometimes, can you say, sweetheart,
don't you think you've had enough?

Helen, I will pay for anything.

Stomach staple, fat suction, aversion therapy.

I'm sure that between the two of us, we can convince her.

Yeah, but I feel responsible.

I offered the first lick, a taste
of the candied forbidden fruit, and now she's a chocoholic.

I love Marcy, but I can't live with her any longer.

What?

Yeah, I am unable to change meine kleine Frau.

That is why I am leaving her
here with you, You and I am returning to Zurich tomorrow.

Helen, you must help her, or I don't wish
to see your daughter again.

Remember when the sky was just twinkling
stars and the man in the moon?

Now there's black holes, pulsars,
supernovas, all kinds of junk.

Just keep moving.

Everything is more complicated now.

I can turn on a machine.

And look inside the womb.

It forces parents to deal with things they
never had to before.

Well, prenatal diagnosis can save a lot of
trouble later on.

Well, sometimes,
well, sometimes I find a problem that's not

serious and the
parents become frightened and decide to abort.

Nothing you can do about that.

Just who is my patient here exactly?

The mother, yes, but...

I'm watching the ultrasound.

This little thing is bopping around.

Does it become my fishing tube?

Then toss in the father for good measure.

Who's most important?

It's simple.

All three.

Come on, faster.

Faster.

I can't keep up with this marathon pace.

Come on.

Push, push, push, push, push, push, push.

So what are you trying to say?

I prefer the good old country.

Surgery, that's our approach.

Yep, you are a PG, Ms. Melonbelly.

Come back and see me in nine months.

Hey, don't trip off the porch.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, crap.

All right, flex your foot.

Patients have the right to know everything
we can tell them.

We could be risking the future of the fetus unnecessarily.

Well, making a personal decision that can
affect a lot of lives, What is the truth?

Come on.

Come on.

Liver appears to be shrunken and cirrhotic.

Oh, here you are.

Dad, what are you doing in the morgue?

A pathologist was fired for selling body
parts and I'm filling in evenings to earn extra money.

You know, you should really get her out of here.

Relax, buddy boy.

She'll be a perfect lady.

You know, you're doing a terrible job.

Make those incisions.

You know, Dr. Auschlander came to me and
really chewed me out about Jinx.

That old goat acted like an a*s, and I told him so.

Great.

Terrific.

How can anyone get angry with anything as sweet as she is?

Look at that.

Dad, just please take Jinx home.

I'm really very busy.

A couple from Cohasset left Jinx at my veterinary office.

Never came back.

She's been with me now for about five months.

You know the sewing room?

Yes, my old room.

Huh, right.

Your mother moved a bed in there for her.

Herself.

So, Jinx and I are in the master room.

She sleeps next to me, moaning, breaking wind.

Not very much different than your mother, really.

Snores less.

Well, see you tomorrow.

Early's best for me.

What for?

For Jinx's chemo.

How often are we going to have this conversation?

You're bringing her back?

Of course, dummy.

She's on a two-day drug cycle.

But, Dad.

Well, see you about nine.

Here you go.

Dad, no.

No, please, oh, no!

Liver, high in iron.

Come on.

Come on, baby.

Is that good?

Oh, of course.

Bad dream?

Geezer in the next bed's got sewer gas.

Well, please accept the management's heartfelt apologies.

No complaints.

This is like Walpo.

Pre-lunch, dinner, color TV.

And the public foots the bill.

Oh boo, freaking hoo.

I'll remember you in April when I'm paying taxes.

I knew a nurse who liked to party.

You like to party?

You got the lips for it?

Yeah?

Read them.

Take a hike.

Code blue, room 3310.

Intern, mom,

hi, just needed a little nut, truffles at
three in the morning, well, it's breakfast

time in Switzerland, would you like one,
Klaus is leaving you tomorrow,

I know, and he won't come back until you
go on the wagon and lose weight,

oh, it's just being European and dramatic, medic.

Klaus is right.

You have a problem.

I'm happy.

I'll just let go a little.

You're enormous.

That's a sweet thing to say to your daughter.

Marcy, you need help.

You're addicted to chocolate.

I'm not.

I can quit any time.

Are you going to wait until you're the size of the
Hindenburg and your husband is tickling another woman's alps?

My Klauschen can't live without me.

Believe me, Marcy, if you don't fight for
your marriage, you can kiss Klauschen good.

You're one to talk.

Four marriages, four divorces.

Just as we started getting used to one
stepfather, there'd be some new guy

sitting at the breakfast table and another
half-sibling on the way.

Maybe if you'd spent just a little more
time with your first husband, Dad,

and with me, I wouldn't be so screwed up.

I worked full time, kept a home,
offered advice, never stood in the way.

You've moped around this house since
puberty and then suddenly, bam,

off to Switzerland into marriage and all you do is work.

You sent was a candy gram.

It's time you took responsibility for your
problems instead of burying them under layers of blubber.

You're right.

I'm going cold Turkey right now because
the last thing in the world I ever want to be like is you.

Nurse Sears, OR2.

Nurse Julie Sears, OR2.

Phil, when do you start life as Apostle Q?

Don't get out of grammatical so early in the day, Fiscus.

P-O-S-S-L-Q, persons of opposite sex
sharing living quarters.

It's a census term for cohabitating.

I didn't know you and Roxanne were ready to move together.

We aren't.

Well, we are.

At least one of us is.

Oh, by the way, thank you for that scum
bucket ER admission, Willie McClintock.

Uh, motorcycle accident, anti-semi.

Hmm, right, r*cist, misogynist, thief.

Lucy said he tried to rip off someone's purse last night.

Never should have admitted him.

Because he's a jerk?

He had a head injury.

Well, all the results came back negative
today, so I'm releasing him.

Boomer, heard about the windfall.



What did the bank say when you called?

Uh, nothing.

I haven't told them.

Jack.

They made the mistake.

They put the money in my account.

So?

Now it's mine.

All mine.

Minders keepers, losers weepers.

Nobody will buy that, Jack.

Especially the police.

Maybe that money was put there for a reason.

Boomer, this isn't It's a Wonderful Life.

And you're not Jimmy Stewart.

Oops.

A little help, please.

Oof, ugly shoes.

Thanks.

And you, Elliot?

Dr. Westphall.

Yes, sir.

A man with a collie I saw in the elevator today.

Your father?

Yes, sir.

The man, that is.

What's he doing here?

Canine chemotherapy.

Remember he discussed it with you?

Yes, I do.

I told him no.

What?

Look, Elliot, it's obvious that your
father's very fond of that dog.

But this hospital's under the g*n and we
can't be treating animals while we're turning people away.

But he told me... What really gets to me is you're
allowing your father to use these facilities behind my back.

But, sir... I don't appreciate being ignored, Elliot.

Elliot, when you send your father and that
dog on their way.

But, sir, if you'd let me explain, I... Elliot?

Yes, I know, sir.

Quit while I'm ahead.

You're too late.

Oh, Lucy, I've got a pregnant mother with angina.

Can't find Dr. Craig for a consult.

Probably because he's up in Vermont, mourning.

Who died?

Mrs. Craig's mother.

That's a bizarre story.

Couldn't be true.

But word is, Dr. Craig sent his
mother-in-law a box containing a human

head for a birthday present yeah the old lady
opens up the package and drops dead from a heart attack the.

Whole usually closes on its own what if it
doesn't the ventricle can be repaired

surgically soon after birth surgery on a
newborn isn't that dangerous possibly

what's the worst that can happen still
birth the baby's inability to tolerate an

operation, the rare chance
that this defect is related to others we haven't found.

Dr. Turner, can you guarantee our baby
will be able to live a normal life?

No.

Henry and I really want to have
a child together, but there's no reason to take chances.

I already have two beautiful, healthy daughters.

Henry.

We can't afford endless hospitalization on my coverage.

If this child needs constant care, Angie
and I are going to be hard-pressed to find the money.

We'll just deprive the other kids.

I'm sorry, honey.

Before you decide, you aren't perfect.

After any kid is born, you have to give
some latitude for problems it might have.

I think Angie and I have already decided, Dr. Turner.

We have the right to choose.

Yes, you do have the right.

Then we'd like to terminate the pregnancy.

Residency.

Well, if it isn't the lucky saver.

So, how's the good life, pipe pockets?

Not so good.

Oh, what's the matter?

Get a hernia trying to smuggle out your fortune?

Bank discovered the error.

Well, it was only a matter of time.

Debited my account for the full amount.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Plus, they charged me $6 handling fee.

See?

Dad, I need to talk to you.

Come on, Jinx.

Here, girl.

It's good.

Look.

Come here.

I get your point.

Dad, I said I need to talk to you.

Shut up, will you?

No.

I need to speak to you outside of this
room and outside of this building.

It's too cold out for a dog in her condition.

She's been withdrawn all morning.

Here, draw 10 cc's.

Dad.

And... Jinx isn't feeling well.

Draw the drug.

You know what to do.

Hop to it.

She's in pain.

She's weak, anemic.

That chemo probably can't stop the internal bleeding.

Dad, let's forget about the dog right now.

It's you.

You lied to me.

Give me that.

This will help you, girl.

You told me Dr. Westphall okayed Jinx's chemotherapy.

Now I'm in the doghouse with him.

Don't worry.

No more hurt.

Besides, what is it going to look
like, my father dragging an old collie around the hospital?

Hospital.

I'm with you, puppy.

Dad, I'm a resident here.

I have to work here every single day.

You didn't take me into account.

You paraded around this hospital like you owned it.

You embarrassed me.

Those bunnies you used to chase,
never quite wanting to catch, those long

walks in the woods, your coat full of ticks, clipping
your claws, and watching your eyes cloud with cataracts.

What was that?

I had to put Jinx to sleep.

She's dead.

She is?

She'll be warm for an hour or so.

Soft, still.

Collie smell in her fur.

But she won't be in pain anymore.

I'll be into her, old girl.

What are you staring at?

Klaus seemed sad this morning,
Marcy, when he went off to Logan.

Organ.

Actually, it's nice that we're alone.

We need time to talk.

I took the day off to be with you.

Marcy?

Marcy, are you all right?

Marcy?

Oh!

Hold on.

I'm coming.

Marcy.



She collapsed after eating.

Push that back to the ward.

I performed a Heimlich, did mouth-to-mouth.

She finally started breathing again.

It took a while.

We found her conscious, but lethargic with
severe bronchospasm.

Let's get her on 6 liters O2 by mask.

It's EPMRC.

Relax.

Dead point, one of the subcubes.

Okay, blood gases, chest X-ray.

We gave her 400 milligrams aminophylline,
which is about halfway in.

Okay, call respiratory therapy, tell them staff treatment.

She's still having bronchospasm.

Aspiration can lead to pneumonia.

Well, depending on how much chocolate she inhaled.

I'm going to admit her to ICU so we can
watch her closely for respiratory failure.

Thank you.

Call your mother every now and then.

I call her once a week.

So go crazy.

Phone her twice.

Twice.

You're chic.

No, no, no, just keep it, you know?

I was going to.

Elliot, get a haircut.

You're a mess.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Grooming is most important.

If I had a matted eardale... Dad, I'm not a dog.

Sit.

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

Collie needed help.

You know, it's funny.

I really never thought of a veterinarian
as being a real doctor.

You know, worm a few bowsers, k*ll some fleas on a cat.

When I saw you inside with Jinx,
you were so loving and tender.

Better than I am with my own patients.

Of course.

I've been at it longer.

Elliot, whatever kind of animal we doctors
treat, each needs our devotion.

I became a vet because basically people
are a pain in the hindquarters.

You can't communicate with them.

They have no loyalty.

But you, you care a damn about the stupid human race.

So okay.

Give it all you got.

Come home for the holidays.

Days.

Oh, there's all kinds of rumors going
around about selling the hospital.

Yeah, well, that decision's being made right now.

I can't tell you what's going to happen.

Oh, Jack, listen, I just got a phone call
from the state parole board.

Now, they know I sent
you up there to Newcastle Prison for your community service.

Nick Motz is up for a parole hearing in a week.

They'd like to know if you'd
go up there and testify about what happened during the riot.

Now, no one's saying you have to go.

I'll go.

They're going to ask a lot of questions.

I'll tell everything.

You sure you want to go through all that?

To keep Nick Motes behind bars, yeah.

Yeah.

Well, from what I know, we'd all be better off.

I mean, for his sake.

If Motes gets out, I'll k*ll him.

You can't tell me ER's the only reason St.
Eligius is going down the pipes.

Of course not.

But it is an area where we can nip expenses in the bud.

By refusing to help people?

By choosing who is more deserving of our services.

What services?

What services?

Stacks of forms to fill out, endless
waits, mix-ups in the lab.

You know, I've begged maintenance for a week to come up here
and repair the short in this lamp.

Forget it.

If you ask me, we do too little for people, not too much.

Will you switch this on, please?

It's life in the inner city.

We don't get the convenient patients with
the convenient insurance policies.

All these people are knuckleballs.

If we have to start making judgment calls,
we're going to end up making errors.

I know it will be difficult, but you must
become more selective.

How?

Here's a list of regulations we expect our
ER doctors to follow.

No non-life-threatening stays for
indigents, no appointments to check

hypertension, and not clogging up the
system with repeaters.

This is not a free clinic.

I treat people that need more than just medicine.

I'm the one friendly face some of these bums see.

The only one that cares, and this hospital
is their last safe Now what?

You stole my wallet.

Come on.

Come on.

I'll make you get beat, sucker.

Junk you in the throat, Jack.

Last time, you tried to kick in my pocket, sucker.

Are you sleepy?

No, I'm not.

Chandler, about moving in, there's
something I have to tell you.

I already know you hogged a bed.

I've been afraid of moving our relationship ahead.

I figured if we stayed like we were,
I wouldn't have to say anything,

but, you know, my people deserve to know
the truth, regardless.

Of what?

I don't want anything
too permanent because I don't know how permanent I'll be.

What are you talking about?

Leaving medicine.

Leaving Boston.

I don't know, just leaving.

Come on, you don't mean that.

I don't know.

You serious?

Yeah.

Terrific.

There's some blood in your urine.

It's probably a kidney infection.

You say it worries me, Dr. Fiscus.

I know.

Look, I'll give you a prescription for antibiotics.

That's all you're going to do?

What can I tell you?

Come back when you're sicker.

Elliot, you look depressed.

Guess you heard.

Heard?

I was there.

Care.

You were?

Sure.

You know, I had never been as honest with
my father as that.

I mean, I really opened up.

I reached out to hug him and turned away.

Elliot, I was talking about Marcy Eisenberg.

She's in ICU.

What?

I gotta go.

Willie, welcome back.

Heard you were coming down.

I'm gonna find that guy, I swear.

Sit up.

Take it easy.

I'm hurt.

You know, You know, this hospital is going down the tubes.

I can't help patients who are suffering
innocently, and I've got to treat someone

like you who gets himself hurt and doesn't give a damn.

Then put it on hold and patch me up.

You know, you just miss nicking your bowel by that much.

I've got to get a suture tray.

Yeah, come in.

Daniel, I thought you'd gone home.

On the phone with Ned Schauer, the mayor's office.

The mayor had a look at our report on the ER?

Finished it a short time ago.

Found it thorough, intelligent,
and not the least bit persuasive.

They're going to sell?

They'll start looking for prospective buyers ASAP.

How do we proceed from here, then?

Normally.

I'm at the end of my career anyway.

I'll go down with the ship.

I suggest you start looking for another job.

Tonight, Donald.

Is.

Marcy all right?

She's resting.

How did this happen?

A long time ago.

I almost didn't go to that party.



The Beatles, Stones, Mards and Rockers,
Carnaby Street, Paisley, Lee, narrow jackets, Twiggy.

So much exuberance, so much energy, youth.

I met Edgar Eisenberg at a party.

We danced the latest craze.

He was handsome, American.

I liked the way he said his A's.

I thought it would be an adventure to
follow him across the water.

Marcy's father?

One dance.

A few minutes on a night in a week of a
month of a swirling, vibrant year.

A moment that's become a lifetime.

This isn't the life I wanted.

Um, I'm gonna go in and say hi to Marcy, okay?

Yes.

She told me to get out.

Hug?

Lung.