06x09 - Weigh In, Way Out

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I'm pushing the baby out.

Oh, this is where it really starts to hurt.

Oh, and it hurts like hell.

Almost there, Rita.

The baby should be crowning soon.

Can I have another shot?

Another blast of morphine?

No, no, no, no, there's not enough time.

The baby will be born before the time of
death takes effect.

Mr. Mazio.

Mr. Mazio, over here.

Wouldn't you like to help your wife?

After two boys, Rita doesn't need help.

You okay, honey?

Oh, what do you think he likes?

Ah.

Besides, I shelled out the
big bucks for this minicamp so I could record the delivery.

Come on, breathe.

I never dreamed that this birth would turn
out to be such an extra special event.

Doing great, Mrs. Muzzy.

I mean that we would be the one.

The winning ticket, the 100,000th baby born at St. Eligius.

Maybe.

Another woman went into labor after your wife.

Mrs. Krishnaswami.

Not a chance.

All right, good.

Now, come on, take your cleansing breath.

No way we're going to lose with him delivering our kid.

Dr. Adam Logan.

He looks a lot like a Jack Morrison.

We've seen Dr. Logan's pictures in the
newspaper ads, haven't we?

Yes.

But never dreamed we'd have such a big
shot to take care of us, did we?

No, no, no.

You know, a lot of what advertisements say mislead.

It's important to remember doctors are human.

Nobody here is perfect.

This is pretty exciting.

Not to mention the free giveaways Ecumene
is going to give us.

A plaque, baby food,
free medical attention for our baby until her 21st birthday.

I feel another contraction.

All right, I want you to push hard on this one.

Come on.

You ready?

I hate this part.

Take a deep breath.

You know, I don't feel my face.

Start pushing, 1, 2, 3, 4, - Damn it!

It's still contracting,

Can you believe this?

The camera frisked. Unit's only a week old.



- Stop, it's over.
- Could be the batteries.

Oh it's starting again.


Alright you're getting there. The head's starting to show.





Mr. Mosey, forget about the camera.
You'll miss the delivery.

Well, at least it's under warranty, right?

Rita, honey, I'm sorry, but scratch the video birth.

How much longer?

Not much.

I'd like to do an episiotomy so you don't tear.

Please.

I wonder how far along Mrs. Krishnaswami's labor is.

By the way, what counts as a birth in this context?

Fully emerged, cap to shoes.

Come on, let's get a move on.

Scissors.

I'm making a small cut.

Oh, every time I say it, I'm not going to
have an episiotomy.

And every time, I don't care.

My wife is the same.

As a matter of fact, she gave birth to our
son in this room.

Yeah, no kidding.

Do you have kids?

Oh, not even married.

You want them?

Well, I'd hope for a big brood,
but it's getting kind of late in the game.

Kids are great, but costly?

Figure each one will run you 80 grand after tax.

Eli, hold my hand.

I'm having another contraction.

Start pushing.

Push.

This one took us by surprise.

Guys, I figure I'll have to work
another 18 years to support and educate... Stop pushing.

Stop pushing me.

Something wrong?

The cord's wrapped around the baby's neck.

Is the baby okay?

Keep your wife still.

Boomer, just poked my head in delivery room B.

Mrs. Krishna Swamy is on a fast track.

We put a snag.

I'll keep you posted.

Hang on, I've almost got it.

Don't stop breathing.

All right, I've unwrapped the cord.

This is meconium stain.

I call an attendant.

No, we should deliver as quickly as possible.

Is there another problem?

Another contraction.

Okay, Mrs. Lozzie, let's head for the finish line.

Put neonatal on standby.

Yes, doctor.

Dr. Logan, coach Rita through this.

Here it comes.

All right, a really strong push this time.

One, two, three, four.

Come on, come on, come on.

The head's almost out.

Come on, push, Rita, push.

Oh, God, come on, come on.

All right, there's the head.

And the shoulders.

Doctors.

Baby's out.



A girl.

A girl.

Our first daughter.

A girl.

I can't believe it.

I have to pay for a wedding.

Mrs. Krishna Swami delivered a son at 7.52.

Same time as ours.



Patients and emergents, nurses,
anti-Matchmaking, anesthesiologists, dens

YouTube, medical, bases & clinical
care, medical φaníveis, I don't want anybody talking to me.

Trouble?

Not breathing.

Probably has meconium in the lungs.

Hey, step back, please.

Where's my baby?

Relax, Mrs. Mother.

Heart rate's under 100.

No, somebody tell me.

There's a lot of congestion in the lungs.

O2 mask?

Got a low apgar here.

Eli, what is it?

I can suction better if I intubate.

What are you sticking into her?

What the hell is happening here?

She's not breathing properly.

Look, the prenatal exams, the doctor said
the baby was okay.

This isn't something we could see ahead of time.

It happened during delivery.

Suction, Victor?

Yeah.

Eli!

Please, help her.

We're doing the best that we can.

You're ready with the Amber bag?

Yeah.

Look, the newspaper ad said that you were dedicated, Logan.

If you let us down... Take him outside.

Yeah, yeah.

You better save her!

Leave Mr. Muzzy outside now.

I can handle this alone.

Come on.

Logan's the best, right?

Right.

She looks so helpless, you know, struggling for air.

A newborn is nature at its most
vulnerable, completely dependent on us for

survival, but an infant's life force,
course is incredibly strong.

A name.

Excuse me?

My daughter.

She doesn't have one.

We hadn't decided.

What's a girl's name?

I don't know.

Holga.

My mother's name.

Holga Mussie.

God, that's terrible.

What's Logan's wife's name?

Well, take your pick.

Uh, Joanne or Nina.

Nina Muzzy.

I like that.

Uh, Eli, come on, come on.

Well, can I check it out with Rita?

Please.

I won't get in the way.

Just let me be with my wife.

How does Nina sound?

Home.

For the baby.

Dr. Logan.

The baby's name is Nina.

All sewn up.

Just try to re-ounce.

How are things going?

Respiration's improving.

With all this hospital publicity,
if the baby dies in your hands, it'll be a media event.

Here, this one.

I like to beat.

Come on, you can do it, Nina.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, you don't like complaining about it.

She's okay.

She's okay.

How are you feeling?

Now,

let's say, somebody has just.

Come near you just now.

IVF,

Porter, hip surgery.

Now, as a living, breathing human being...
Thanks to you, Boomer.

Nice going.

Not bad being Adam Logan, huh?

Yeah.

Feels better being him than I ever did being myself.



You sound like an 8th grader waiting for a lunch break.



Liver is normal in size and consistency.

Weight, 900 grams.

Mammograms.

Are you going to help me, or are you going to whine?

Oh, T minus 24 and counting.

Wing, you're turning 30, not into a pillar of salt.

I might as well be.

I wish I could turn back the hands of time.

Besides, your birthday began last night at midnight.

I called my mom.

I found out I was born at exactly 9 O 'clock P.M.

Eastern Standard Time.

She remembers because my dad was
upset about missing Bonanza, and I'm not going to become.

Rectal surgery, orthodontics, radiation
giving, general patient care, patients'

medical services, gynecologist,
pilots, dentists, doctors, dentists,

Atl crave 9 necturai, orthodontists,
reality nhis, tissueysł, incurable lust.

Once I'm three times ten, people are going
to expect me to act like an adult.

I might as well be dead.

You're in the right place.

The spleen is of typical
size and consistency with a fragmented hyaluronaceration.

When I think of the things I've done, the practical
jokes, the sexual encounters, exotic meals.

Moving to the bowel?

The colon is the first thing to crap out, you know.

Wayne, I know we're on this shift together, but go away.

Huh?

Huh?

Take a break.

Take a breather.

Take a hike.

You're depressing the bejeebers out of me.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm ready to work.

What are we doing?

They're called autopsies.

Oh, this kid barely made his teens.

Sad.

See, that's what gets me.

I feel like I could have done even more in my youth.

Kidneys are average in size, nine by
angiography, heat 65, ect.

Arranged, this brings me back to Tulane, Sammy House, 1977.

I can't sleep to face out to the facts.

I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax.

I can't sleep cause my bed's on fire.

Don't touch me, I'm a real-life liar.

Psycho k*ller, guess who said fire, fire, fire, fire.

I've been waiting for an autopsy report since 6.30.

But forget about that.

And forget we have patients upstairs who might hear this.

Let's focus on one thing.

The morgue is a room for dead people
who deserve respect and reverence, not rock and roll.

Do you understand me?

Yes, sir.

It's Wayne's birthday.

Obstetrics, orthopedics, what?

Stay out of this doctor.

I could've fired you the very first day,
when you lied about the A*DS baby,

but I thought you were a good doctor.

Start behaving like a professional or find
yourself another stage.

I'm going to the cafeteria.

I want that report on my desk, in 20 minutes.

Happy birthday.

Phew.

You know, you're right.

I should perform one last childish act.

And ladies and gentlemen, we've just met tonight's victim.

Can you handle things down here?

Sure.

What are you going to do?

Well, it's better you don't know.

That way they can't force you to testify
against me in the hearing.

Wish me luck.

You're a wacko.

It's almost as good.

Let him snooze.

If we get busy, chase him out.

You lost your keys or your mind?

Time, goofy, Mickey, glue, horse.

This is fun.

I'm looking for the tube of goofy
glue that's been in that drawer for two and a half years.

It's all dried out.

Novino checked it.

Oh, no.

I've only got 18 minutes.

We're out in Washington.

There's an all-night store.

No, they started closing at 7.

What do you want that gunk for, anyway?

The most outrageous practical joke in the
history of St. Eligius.

It's going to be better than the pig in
Craig's Cylinder, better than the ghost in

the attic, and the only thing that's standing
between us and immortality is time and a tube of glue.

Elliot's locker.

He's so neurotic, he's got everything.

Great.

No, he's off tonight.

And his locker's locked.

Since when?

Since you Bengate his boxers.

So I'll break in.

Bring out my sock.

Be right back.

Whoa, boys.

Come back here.

Hey, whenever you roll in, it's always a hoot.

Stab wound to the left neck.

Go ahead.

I can take care of this.

Have you ever before?

Not exactly.

Neck wounds are tricky.

The vascular and neurological structures
are close together.

I'd better help.

Still have 16 minutes.

Call angiography, tell them we have a customer.

Close watch on the airway.

Hey!

What?

Fiscus, what are you doing?

Never mind, I've only got 10 minutes left.

That's Axelrod's locker.

Damn it.

Come on.

Come on.

If this is the way my 30s are gonna be,
I'm jumping out right now.

Fiscus, this is breaking and entering.

Who are you, Officer Krupke?

Gynecology.

Ah, worst thing is, I don't even know if it's in here.

What?

Goofy glue, or anything that sticks quick and stays stuck.

I have some right here.

Quit bugging me, Luther.

There.

Listen, buddy.

Wait a minute now.

It seems to me that this item is pretty important.

Please, how much?

Oh, now, Fiscus, you don't think that I would take
advantage of a situation for a sleazy financial gain.

What's the deal?

I don't have much time.

Well, my first year clinical project is due in three weeks.

Chandler was supposed to help me,
but he's gone to Missouri, and no one will lend a hand.

Okay, okay.

All right.

Now, you're not just saying... I'm sorry.

Didn't even say thank you.

Dr. Fiscus.

Hello, Mrs. Mills.

Wait, I gotta talk to you.

Go to bed.

Wait, please.

What?

I gotta talk to you.

I'll be in your room in, oh, five minutes.

By then I could be dead.

Then talk fast.

I don't want to shout my business so everyone can hear.

I'll come up.

I'll come down.

Now, what?

Go, go, go on.

I'll walk up with you.

How long is this gonna take?

I'm old.

I'm dying.

How long could it take?

I'm starting to perspire.

I didn't perspire in my 20s.

Oh.

Dr. Fiscus, I have lived a long, full life.

When I was born... We have to go back that far.

Are you in a hurry?

Yes.

Then go on ahead.

I'll catch up with you later.

Are you sure?

Of course.

Just a little tired.

I think I'll sit here for a minute before I go back down.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, here you go.

All right.

Rats.

I'm late.

I'm a grown-up.

Oh, what the hell?

You start a conversation you can't even finish.

You're talking a lot.

But you're not saying anything, when I have nothing to say,
my lips are sealed, say something once, why say it again?

Dr. Gideon?

Dr. Gideon?

Fiscus?

Psycho k*ller, can't get sick, run away,

sick, can't sh*t, drugs,

emergency surgery, drug use, filhoاب.

I miss all the fun?

Almost done.

Jason, the Venezuela!

Psychokiller?

Lab, cath, cath, say, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa.

You're in the last six months of residency.

It's time to grow up, Dr. Fiscus.

You're right, I'm sorry.

Okay, you both can go now.

I'll just close the door.

Fine.

Hey!

Anyone!

Help!

You're a genius.

Cut the malarkey.

You're a Saint.

Enough already.

You're crazy.

Why do you want to do such a nutso thing?

You saved my brother's life.

Fixed the aneurysm before his heart exploded.

For that, I'd get you ringside seats to a Tyson fight.

Send over two of my pugs to beat up the
nuisance of your choice.

But this?

Besides, to find a sparring partner on such short notice?

All the guys in the neighborhood are young men.

They'd k*ll you.

Who's gonna be stupid enough?

Come on.

Come on.

You've got nothing to worry about, Hirschfeld.

Don't forget, I was a boxer at Penn.

The champ, actually.

I know my way around a ring.

Yeah, I'd feel terrible if you got hurt.

That won't happen.

Dr. Craig, you were in college a shipload of years ago.

So?

Well, things have changed.

Nonsense.

The basics have remained the same since time immemorial.

Two men square off.

If one connects just right, the other loses.

All these years, you might have forgotten some pointers.

You should have been there the day I KO'd Wells Moot.

You wouldn't worry.

Surgery.

I was a tiger.

What's the matter, you afraid?

Yeah, of myself.

I quit fighting because when I get into
the ring, I turn into an animal.

And I'm too old now.

How old are you?

Sixty?

Sixty-five?

Fifty-six.

You're a surgeon.

What about your hands?

Yeah, put them on.

Come in.

And... Daniel, what are you doing here?

I need to go through the surgical files to
compile a study for John Gillian.

Mark doesn't want the files out of the office.

Has he gone home?

Not exactly.

I wanted to give him some support.

Today's the anniversary of his father's death.

It's a difficult time for him every year.

I thought your impending divorce or the pressures
of the artificial heart heart program with a blame.

For what?

He headed for Hirschfeld's gym.

Good for Mark.

Maybe he's learning to cope productively by exercising.

Hirschfeld's is a boxing gym.

Subthyroids with doses like this and the
intelligence of an orangutan.

He went to spa.

Mark hasn't been in the ring for decades.

He'll get m*rder*d.

That's what I told him, to which he
replied, You don't have to tell me.

I can guess.

That idiot.

What's the address of that place?

My father was a very famous surgeon, you know.

He inspired me to become one.

He would say that the
most important element for any doctor is to be well-rounded.

Mind, body, heart.

So at school, I didn't just study medical texts.

I read Shakespeare and Will Durant.

I pored over all the literature Dad sent me.

The autobiographies of Rousseau,
Cellini, Franklin, St. Augustine.

I crisscrossed the country seeing the
halls of Congress, the cowboys of Big Sky,

the poverty of Appalachia.

My brain was sharp, Hirschfeld.

But my father said it wasn't enough.

He wanted me to start boxing like he had.

The greatest sport in town.

Every muscle is tested.

You have to have agility, coordination.

It teaches you to take a punch, follow form.

Hands, eyes, reasoning, all pulling
together, just like in the operating room.

And the danger.

Sit down.

All done.

You call these laces tight?

If the sutures I put in your brother's chest were this
slack, he'd be pushing up crocuses in Mount Auburn Cemetery.

Again, Hirschfeld.

It does feel great having these on again.

It's funny how all the old emotions come rushing back.

Me, Neil Abbott, and Bob Oberlin.

Inseparable.

Three musketeers.

I remember one match.

I lost.

On a decision.

My father was watching in the bleachers.

I stepped out through
the ropes, and Bob Overland was standing there, crying.

For me.

With me.

He knew how important.

You find friends like that once,
maybe twice, if you're blessed.

Which I've been.

And we didn't just box together, either.

No.

We played hard.

Chasing frosh co-eds across College Hall Green.

Panty raids.

That isn't until I met Ellen.

You still see your pals?

Oh, no.

Neil took a b*llet in Korea and Bob.

We lost touch.

Our interests changed.

Difford.

Went g*y, huh?

How did you know?

Happens around here all the time.

Yeah, well, this was worse.

Had a sex change operation.

They're making that up.

Now why the hell would I invent something
as ludicrous as transsexuality?

Boy, I can't wait to get you in that ring.

This is completely unnecessary.

You'll never touch me.

In case I get lucky.

I sort of wish Ellen were here.

She loved when I went a few rounds.

Before a match, we'd abstain, but after...
That's actually why she went to bed with me the first time.

She was so excited when I KO'd Wells Moot,
a lummox from Harvard.

Now he's CEO at Chris Child.

Every time I run into him on
the street or at a function, operation, I let him have it.

I drive some certifiable.

You abstain before a match?

Of course.

You don't want to drain the energy flow.

Me?

I had to get pumped beforehand.

Yeah, well, everybody has their own style, you know.

Look, don't go easy on me out there.

I didn't know your son was dead.

I'm sorry.

When he was in school, I tried impressing on him
the same sensible tennis and then it's my father taught me.

But, you know, Stephen always twisted things.

I mean, he was going to be a surgeon,
but he wasn't sure about cardiac care.

He read Voltaire instead of Rousseau.

Went to El Salvador instead of Appalachia.

And then he took up swimming.

Was pretty good at it, too, from what I hear.

In a way, I admire him.

I didn't have the guts to stand up to my father.

You know, you still haven't answered my question.

What's that?

Why the hell are you really doing this?

Truth is, Hirschfeld, in all these years,
I never really cared for boxing.

My heart wasn't in it.

Probably why I wasn't as good as I could have been.

You were a champ.

You KO'd, what's his name, Moot?

Lucky punch.

Boxing was always my dad's game.

I mean, there are pictures of him all over Penn Gymnasium.

You know, it's tough living in the shadow of a legend.

So I decided to tell him I was leaving the squad.

Terrified to face him.

Ellen encouraged me to be honest, but when
push came to shove, I just really danced around the issue.

He's no dummy, though.

He figured out what I was mumbling about.

Yeah?

What'd he say?

You want to quit?

Fine.

That's all.

Nothing more.

Nothing more was ever said.

But something about boxing has always attracted me.

That's why I thought maybe I could come here today
without my father's cold blue eyes staring through me.

My father's eyes.

Today's the day.

He was 56 years old when I found him in our basement.

Transplant, suicide.

But his eyes, still wide open, staring at me.

All my life, I've
followed William Craig's footsteps in the sand, but...

But you see, it ends here.

And I don't know what to do next.

Cost.

Let's go.















May the blessings of almighty God, the father, the son, and
the holy spirit come upon every human being in this world.

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Speech pathology, mental health care,
attending, all causes of life, treating patients, all time.

Obstetrics, and other obstetrics.

Physiotherapy.

He said, why am I so weak?

Dying like a tree from the limbs into the trunk.

Why do we have to die lying still or ridged in bed?

Will you take it easy, Mr. Welty?

We'll see you later.

Can't you stay?

Please, stay a little longer, Katy.

Emergency room, doctor, rheumatologist, orthopedist,
presentation at the hospital, and the rest of the family.

Feels late.

Do you want me to show you?

What?

The time.

I don't know the time.

You'll have to show me.

Oh, thank you.

You terribly bored, Katie?

No.

Well, I don't want to live anymore.

I'm ready.

Don't be sad.

Okay.

You know, I can't see.

I can't hear anything when all my friends are gone.

You know anything that tastes as good as ice cream?

Would you like some?

No.

You know, I think I got What?

The end.

Of what?

Didn't find it, though.

Lost it somewhere on the stairs.

Let's go for a walk.

You really should stay, adapt.

Oh, no, you just keep up with me, Katie.

Where are we going?

Well, walk the freedom trail, starting in the common.

All right.

Hold my hand, Katie.

Sure.

Boy, that Park Street station's busy today.

Common was lovely.

You can smell the leaves, can't you?

Yes.

Now we're going uphill to the statehouse.

Follow the red line the city painted.

Phew.

Going's easier now, down park, past the church.

I was baptized there.

Really?

What fun.

What a nice day, isn't it?

Very nice.

I turned left on Tremont, past the old
granary, and then down school,

the King's Chapel, by the old corner
bookstore, but it's, it's all changed,

now it's grown, now it's too much traffic,
it's less serene, Mm-hmm.

I'm getting tired.

Would you like to stop?

No.

We're at Fanniel Hall.

Larkin's Bursey with Commerce.

You remember how hard I worked in Harvard
taking care of that low house?

I'll bet you worked very hard.

Can't understand why right now.

Nous,

well we can't sit any longer we were
sitting we stopped for ice cream I bought

thanks Italian ice cream The neither end I
like their streets thoroughly.

Garbage!

You go from Paul Revere's house to
Hmmphill's to Paul Revere Mall,

And then on down to the old north church.

It is open from March
to November 가장 November am, 5 P.M., 4.30, rest of the year.

What time is this?

It's 10.33.

We have to hurry.

Where are we?

Old North.

Did we see Paul Revere's house?

Yes.

Oh, we're through.

I believe the freedom trail continues.

I can't go on.

To what's next?

What's wrong?

Cops.

Obstetrics.

In his case, his body was previously tape, waiting in
line, avoiding any kind of contact.

Erection, and so on.

Dammit!

What have I lived for?

Body wagons here.

Where's the corpse?

Warren.

What?

What's that?

Somebody told me that he kicked me.

Well, they were wrong.

Well, I guess so.

Mr. Welty.

What's wrong, Mr. Welty?

I'd like to be held.

It'd be so much easier if I were held.

Sure.

How's that?

Speech healing, How's that?

It's nice.

It's very nice.

Thank you.