01x11 - A Promise Broken

[bunniefuu]

Dad, he's wearing polyester of course.

God, I was cute.

- Proud papa.
- He's so young.

- Look at that hair.
- No, look at that lack of hair.

No wonder she's so beautiful,
look at this family.

My gosh.

My mother never looked that young.

- Honey.
- I swear.

And you, look at you, how cute you are.
I had no idea.

Please. I look like a mole.

- What year did you say that was?
- ' .

Just out of curiosity,
how many more reels do you guys have?

We're almost there,
we're almost there.

- Oh, no. Someone get the lights.
- What's wrong?

Jake, get the lights.

Just a second, everybody,
just a second.

- Sorry, that's it for tonight.
- Wait, are you sure?

Yeah, your mom sent everything else,
the crib, toys, but no splicer.

- So we are kaputsky.
- Oh, man.

- Thanks for coming.
- Look at the time.

- Thanks a lot, you guys. It was fun.
- That was a great show.

Except for that bald head,
you were a very hot-looking baby.

- Thank you.
- Miss Photogenic of .

Tomorrow we get our first peek
at the next generation.

- Jane's first ultrasound.
- Cool!

- First pictures of the baby.
- You gonna find out the sex?

No, we consider that
one of life's mysteries.

- Absolutely not.
- I would have to know.

- You guys want help cleaning up?
- No, that's OK.

You go ahead. We'll see you tomorrow.

- Bye. Thanks, you guys.
- Bye, boo-boo.

- Bye, guys.
- Bye.

- You need a ride tomorrow, let me know.
- OK, thanks.

See you, Matt. Thanks for coming.
Thanks for coming.

That was fun.

Home movies are about as exciting
as watching the grass grow.

- I thought it was neat.
- What're you doing?

- That odor!
- I don't smell anything.

Of course you don't.
It's that guy smell.

That sweaty sock
and smelly T-shirt smell.

When was the last time
you did your laundry?

I was gonna get up
early tomorrow and do it.

- How many times have I heard that?
- I've been busy. The cab. My writing.

- I promise.
- No.

No more broken promises.
It's the same way with housework.

Everything's piling up.

- Alison, I assure you that I...
- No. No more assurances.

We're putting money on it.

- Oh, like a bet?
- No, like a night on the town.

If you can't pull your weight,
you have to take me anywhere I want.

Dinner out, on you,
restaurant of my choice.

And I have to go too?

Only to pay.

- What happens if I pull my share?
- I pay.

- One week, what do you say?
- I say it's a piece of cake.

Alison, I'll throw your laundry in
with mine! Big-hearted guy that I am.

- What's that?
- I said I've got your laundry.

I'll do it with mine, no problem.

Hey, you got any change?

- I'll trade you for some of that soap.
- If you don't mind generic.

- You pay for the dryers.
- Sure.

Yabba dabba do.

- Yours?
- Of course. Where's my pantyhose?

Give me that, it's Alison's.
It's pretty big, isn't it?

- You do live with her.
- I just never really thought of her...

Let me see, let me see, let me see.

I'm getting a vision.

I see ... D!

Amazing. He's done it
by the touch of his forehead.

The tag, the tag. It's right here.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

Can you imagine strapping one
of these things on every day?

I mean, I don't know how
they get those clips.

- What do you think?
- Baby, it's you. It's you.

Gosh, the feel of silk on my skin...

- Actually, it feels pretty good.
- Yeah.

Give it to me. Now.

Someone's rattled Dr Mancini.
Is this an actual display of emotion?

What happened to Dr Cool,
Dr Calm, Dr Rushmore?

Though being human is tolerated,
a personal life...

Is prohibited. Dr Levin strikes again.

He signs me up for surgery.
I scrub at . .

Sixty-year-old male GOMER bounce-back
with fulminant necrotic hepatitis.

Should be fascinating,
a liver that large?

Except Jane's ultrasound is at . .

- Call her OB, push her back.
- That floor's worse than this one.

The best they can do is a week
from tomorrow.

- Jane will k*ll you.
- Well, I'm toe-tagged either way.

We know what Levin thinks
of roster changes.

- Fake salmonella. Worked for Dorfman.
- Till they pumped his stomach. No.

I am grabbing this particular bull
by the horns.

Speaking of which, there's the bull
in person doing what bulls do best.

People, this is a first-year question.

Anyone?

Anyone at all?

Perhaps you could enlighten us.

The layer of spinal cord we aim at
for a lumbar puncture.

Subarachnoid.

Dr Levin, I was wondering
if I might have a word with you?

Certainly. Excuse us.

Doctor, my wife is due here any second.

We're pregnant, and we've scheduled
an ultrasound for . .

- You'll be in surgery at . .
- That's what I'm asking...

No roster changes, you know that.

Have them plug in a videotape for you.

You can watch it at home,
over and over.

The miracle of modern technology.

- I know, but...
- We scrub in five, doctor.

- People, this way.
- We're gonna go. Follow this guy.

Listen, if he lets you close,
you can stitch double-time

and still make the curtain.

I'm four years old,
I get off this gurney,

and I run down the hall going,

"No, you can't have them! I want them!"
I was selfish, even about my tonsils.

I don't believe a word of that.

Jane, Matt!

- I appreciate you bringing Jane.
- No problem.

- Good luck, you guys.
- No, wait.

Levin wants me in surgery.
I tried to get out of it.

- Honey...
- Did you bring a tape?

Yeah, but what for?

They'll record it,
and we can watch it tonight.

Just like the home movies.

- I know, sweetie, I'm sorry.
- That's OK. I understand.

Look, I gotta go.

Besides being intractable,
Levin's punctual.

Good luck. Call me later.

Matt, stay with her. You're gonna
love it. It's fascinating. A miracle!

- Come on.
- Come over here, Dad.

- Nothing to be scared about.
- I'm not...

- He's not the dad.
- He's not?

I'm just a friend. A close friend.
I'm a neighbor, really.

Matt Fielding. Good to meet you,
but I'd rather...

Jane Mancini, wife of Dr Mancini.

- You're not Dr Mancini.
- No, I'm a friend.

There's no problem.
We don't have admission policies.

- How you doing, Jane?
- Good. I'm excited.

Nervous.

That stuff's freezing.

Somebody smart's gonna find
a way to keep that stuff warm.

Here we go.

Amazing.

- Are we seeing the baby?
- In one second.

Freeze it.

May we have a second, please?

Sure, I'll just...
I'm just gonna wait outside.

What?

I have bad news, Jane.

I'm afraid there's no heartbeat.

It probably terminated within
the last month, judging from the size.

You should have miscarried,
but it doesn't always happen that way.

I'm sorry.

We'll schedule a D and C right away
to remove the fetus.

- This is a joke.
- Jake installed it for me.

- Think of it as a precaution.
- I think it's an insult.

What do you call this morning?

I was doing your wash, trying to
be nice. I happened to see your bra...

You were practically wearing it.

So I acted a little immature.
Or a lot immature.

- Guys sometimes get that way.
- That is no excuse.

If you'd come in five seconds earlier,
we were singing your bra's praises.

I mean, I'm talking real admiration
and respect.

I'm living with an absolute pervert.

Well, maybe I'm living
with an absolute prude.

Maybe this is good.

Maybe we were getting too close,
you know?

Maybe I just needed this little reminder
that you and I are just roommates.

- So I guess the bet's off.
- Billy, as long as you pay your rent,

I don't care whether or not
you pull your own weight.

You can live your life,
and I will live mine,

and if by some coincidence
our lives happen to cross,

we will immediately uncross them.

- All because of the bra.
- Yes.

Alison, you can't pretend
to not be friends.

Believe me, Billy, I am not pretending.

It's over. No complications.

As soon as the anesthesia wears off,
you can take her home.

- What?
- They're bringing her up right away.

Michael, you know the odds
on miscarriage the first time out.

Nature's way of taking care
of something not right.

Now, there's no reason that you guys
can't get pregnant again right away.

This is tough.

If there's anything I can do,
you let me know.

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

- It was so weird, I'm standing there...
- So sad.

At first it was sort of funny because
everyone thought I was the father.

And then when they turned on
the machine, it was like magic.

- I mean, this image inside the womb...
- Wait, wait.

God, we are so sorry.

What can we do, Janey?
Just tell us.

- I'm OK. Really.
- Yeah, she's just a little groggy.

You guys are sweet.

Let's get you inside and get some tea.

Rhonda, maybe Jane and Michael
want to be alone.

That's OK.
No, you guys, come in.

- Rhonda, grab a hold of her, please.
- Sure.

I know people this has happened to,
and they go on to have lots of kids.

My mom had one between me
and my brother.

She's right.

It's your body's way of taking care
of something that isn't right.

Why do people keep saying that?

Look, Michael...

...if you need to talk...

I'm not the one you have to worry about.

Yeah, I realize that.

Jane needs me to be there for her.

And that's all I can think about.

Michael?

Honey, are you all right?

You've been so quiet.

I'm all right.

Are you?

I just wish there was some way I
could've kept this from happening.

Everybody keeps saying,
it was meant to happen,

or it was God's way or nature's way.

But all I keep thinking was
I had a baby growing inside me,

and now I don't.

Something happens when you're pregnant.

Almost instantly, you get the sense
that there's something's inside you.

My breasts began to swell.
My body changed.

And every day I would picture it
inside me.

This little tiny human being.

And when the doctor told me
there wasn't a heartbeat,

I just... I felt so...

So empty.

So cheated.

So I guess nobody's getting
any sleep tonight, huh?

I was thinking about Jane.

You know,
you can rationalize it forever.

You know, I mean,
it was meant to happen,

and it wasn't a baby yet.

But to Jane, after all she went through,

deciding and making the choice
to keep it,

I mean, it was a baby.
And it is a death.

A loss.

Makes our fight seem pointless, huh?

Look, Alison, what I did, I admit,
it was really immature.

I would so rather not talk
about this right now.

You're right. It's not worth it.

We were both acting like idiots.

No. You acted like an idiot.

Come on, like you didn't overreact?

If someone had come in they would've
thought I committed a capital offence.

All I did was just...

- I don't believe you.
- What?

What do you mean, "What?"
You were staring at my breasts.

Oh, please. I was not!

This is exactly why I was so angry.

First that thing with my bra,

and now you are undressing me
with your eyes.

You've come unglued. You've lost it.

I knew this would be a problem
at some point.

Having a guy as a roommate.

Maybe this grand experiment
just isn't working.

Just hold it. Since when has this
been an experiment?

People all over this city
live platonically.

Yes, yes. All over this city.

But with a lot more maturity
and sensitivity than we have here.

Good night.

- Where'd you put it?
- The storage area.

I figured we'd always end up
being reminded, dwelling on it.

I made coffee. Toast.

Good.

The paper's on the couch.

If I'm going to the hospital,
I got to go now.

- Unless you want me to stay?
- No, honey. You can't do that.

Go ahead, I'll be fine.

Oh, I called my mother this morning,
before you got up.

She wanted me to tell you how sorry
she was, but I didn't want to wake you.

Do you want to call yours?

- Now or tonight?
- Maybe tonight.

- I'll do it for you.
- No, honey, that's OK. I'll do it.

I just know how disappointed
my mom's gonna be.

You know, her only daughter,
her first grandchild.

All she's been talking about
was coming out to help.

- Well, I'll try to get home early.
- OK.

- Love you.
- I love you too.

I'm so sorry, Michael.

Listen, I was out of line yesterday.
Kidding about Levin, losing your edge...

Careful, doctor.

Pile it on high enough, and I might
think you're losing your edge.

- I'm surprised you came in today.
- You know Levin and roster changes.

I think even Levin
would understand this.

- Well, work'll be good for me.
- Work, maybe.

Denial's another story.

This isn't denial.

You're right. This is Dr Rushmore.

You know, I thought surgery was gonna
be your thing, not head-shrinking.

- Sorry. I thought levity...
- I'll see you in OR.

Excuse me.

Hey, Alison, I'm going to sh**t.

Alison?

You know, you may not know this,
or you probably already do,

I was always the class clown in school.
Even college.

Just the same old immature act.

It's easier to get a laugh
than to have to be yourself.

Guess we're all a product of our pasts.

Alison?

No, I'm OK.

Mom, I'm just so sorry.
I know how much you...

I know. I know.

Me too. I love you too.

And we're both fine. He's great.

Mom, please don't worry.
We're both great.

OK.

OK, I will. Bye.

- Surprise!
- Oh, he's so cute.

- We rescued him.
- You'll have to name him.

- I've been calling him "mutt."
- Think of a cute dog name...

Wait a second, guys...

He's had all his sh*ts,
and he's housebroken.

We have a no-dog policy here.
It's gonna be impossible...

You're the manager. Do you think
any of us are gonna fink to Mr Kay?

Look, I've got the dog food right here.
Two cups twice a day. Come on, come on.

I know it's no substitute,

but I remember someone gave me a dog
once when I was feeling really down,

and it worked.

- Thank you.
- Oh, sure.

I'm sorry.

He loves you.

Dog.

- Oh, gross.
- Jeez, this place is a disaster.

- Honey, we've got to discipline him.
- You're right. Discipline him.

- Do you want me to?
- No. No, no, no.

No!

We'll just take him around the block
a few times...

- Hi.
- Hi.

Here, why don't I help.
Sit. Come on, sit.

- I thought all dogs did that.
- They have to be taught.

My dad raised bird dogs. We'd have six
or seven mutts running around at once.

It's all tone of voice.
You gotta let him know who's boss.

- We tried that.
- Sit! Sit, boy, sit!

- Try...
- Sit!

Oh, God... Wait! Wait, heel! Heel!

Once I unlock this,
there's no way to lock it again.

- So?
- So she'll know.

Not like I'll steal anything.

I lent her the tapes.
They're in her room. It's justifiable.

Breaking and entering.

Jake of all trades.

I got a feeling this fight's
gonna turn in to a full-on w*r.

Yeah, it already has.

And she's the one that's overreacting.

I already apologized about
that bra thing. I'm down on my knees.

- She's got some kind of hang-up.
- You sure you guys aren't married?

If this is marriage,
then I'm dying a bachelor.

Leave it.

Eighty-three cc's.
You might as well give him a placebo.

I don't see the problem.
The... No one was hurt.

Someone is sick and not getting well
and taking up space

and our time and their money because
you didn't follow a routine procedure.

You should be doing this in your sleep.

- I caught the error in three minutes.
- People die in three minutes.

- The patient was never in jeopardy.
- Yeah, well, next time he might be.

- I don't believe this.
- I don't either. Not from you, Mancini.

I'm sending you home,
and I wouldn't consider it a vacation.

I'd consider it what it's meant to be,
an opportunity to get your act together.

Doctors.

You're screwing up,
ducking out on rounds, Shaw.

- Levin's the one who is screwed up.
- Worst part is he's right.

- I messed up.
- We all mess up.

- I don't.
- Oh, that's right.

To mess up is to admit that
you're human. That you have feelings.

Don't you see? You're not letting
yourself feel anything.

You're working to death
to avoid what's happened.

I really don't need
to hear this from you.

Maybe I care about you.

I guess that's the last thing you want.

Yeah, especially some intern
who hasn't got a life of her own.

Go to hell, Mancini.

- Come on, Jimmy. Good boy, good boy.
- We take it all for granted, you know?

I mean, I think it's our generation or
maybe everyone who's ever been young,

but we get so consumed
with ourselves, our problems and it's...

...always in a big hurry.
- I know, it's so easy to, though.

Matt, this is the first really terrible
thing that's ever happened to me.

I mean, my parents are still alive,
my grandparents.

I've never known anyone
who's ever d*ed. I mean, personally.

Like anything could really prepare you.

No.

You know, Jane, I'm sorry, I really
don't know much about this either.

It's good that you're talking
about these feelings.

I know. I just wish Michael could.

Where's the dog?

He was just right here.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Puppy?

- Puppy?
- Dog?

Hey.

- You went in my room.
- I tried calling you.

- I needed the tapes you borrowed.
- How did you get in?

Well...

Oh, great, great. I should've known.
Thank you, Jake.

Aren't you blowing this
out of proportion?

- Butt out!
- He's right, you know.

You had my stuff,
lent to you out of kindness.

Would you like it
if I went through your things?

I didn't. Besides, I wouldn't care.

- You wouldn't? Great. All right, fine.
- What're you going?

- Hey...
- How does it feel, huh?

Oh, look. But, you know, I don't
think I'm gonna try them on.

- I get the point.
- I don't think you do.

- This is my stuff I'm working on!
- This?

Don't tell me. Research material.

I've submitted some articles.
I have to keep up.

I'm sure you do.

If this doesn't explain it,
I don't know what does.

Alison, God, what is this all about?

Your preoccupation
with women's mammaries.

Your very sexist preoccupation.

- What? What are you talking about?
- I don't know, Billy, I don't know.

Why don't you ask one of your girls?
But you can't.

But then, that's what's so good
about centerfolds. They don't talk back.

I called the hospital.
They said you'd left hours ago.

Oh, I've been driving around, thinking.

All afternoon?
They said that you left hours ago.

I needed some time to myself, OK?

- Michael, I lost the dog.
- You what?

Matt and I took him to the beach.
We looked away for five seconds.

We searched for hours, till dark.

Wait, I don't get this.
How do you lose a dog?

- Well, he was off the leash.
- Off the leash?

- On a public beach, Jane?
- It was an accident. I feel terrible.

Jane, I really don't need this now.

We didn't need the dog,
but I don't need this.

- Michael, don't get angry.
- Why shouldn't I get angry?

First, you allow this animal
into our apartment, then you lose it.

- I am just as upset.
- I don't believe this.

We both know that you were trying
to substitute the dog for the baby.

- So to lose it...
- What?

...was some way for you...
- Stop it!

I can't say what's on my mind?

You feel nothing when we lose the baby.
I lose the dog, and this comes out?

- This has nothing to do with the baby!
- Yes, you just said it did.

Why can't you talk about it?

What am I supposed to say?
What do you want me to say?

I want you to say how you feel.

- I told you!
- Yes, you're angry. But why?

- It's my fault?
- Don't do this...

I thought about an abortion and somehow
that turned into losing the baby.

- Stop it!
- Admit it!

- Michael, say it!
- Yes!

Yes.

Yes, that's what I was thinking.

- Having troubles?
- It's broken.

Presto.

Thank you.

The question is not whether or not
I was a jerk,

but just how big a jerk I actually was.

The apology would've done me
more good last night.

I spent the night
in sleepless self-analysis,

wondering whether or not I don't
have a life of my own,

and coming to the conclusion
that I don't.

That these walls house my only life.
I'm destined to become another Levin.

Brilliant, driven...

...and dull.
- Beats being a Rushmore.

Look, Shaw, for what it's worth,
I'm sorry.

I just needed to let it out,
and I guess you got in the way.

So it was pure coincidence.

I was hoping we were actually
developing some kind of relationship.

It'd be great to have someone
to blow off steam with.

- Keeping up the sarcasm's a bitch.
- You're telling me.

Jane's a lucky woman.

At the moment,
I don't think she'd agree.

Then she's a darn fool.

- Go ahead, you first.
- This is insane.

- Whose fault is it?
- I'm not blaming anybody.

My entire week was ruined. I would like
somehow to preserve my weekend.

Not getting it off to a good start.

We have discussed this! Ad nauseam.

I feel violated by this nightmare,
and talking only makes it worse.

I never meant to compromise
your privacy, or mine.

There's something else
you're not talking about.

I thought we could talk about anything.

Is there some reason that
you're not looking at me at all?

You know.

In case my eyes happen to inadvertently
drop into the forbidden zone.

You're right. This is madness.

Well, it's not without reason.

I mean, I was, you know,
a little insensitive.

There's no way you could've known.

Known what?

When I was in the third grade,

my mother got sick.

It was weird, you know,
cos nobody talked about it,

but we all knew that something
wasn't right.

You know, like these visits to
the doctor and whispered conversations.

And my dad...

She was in the hospital for four days,
and we never visited her once.

And when she came back,
everything was different.

She was different. I mean,
she was the same person but different.

My mother had breast cancer.

And she had a double mastectomy.

And it saved her life, but...

...it was a long time before she was
able to feel good about her body again.

And it wasn't fair to my mother,
you know, and my father just...

...made it worse.

And that's why I hate
those men's magazines

and anything that causes a woman to
attach her self-esteem to her breasts.

- I need to talk about things more.
- Air the dirty laundry, so to speak.

I envy that about you, you know.

You make it seem easy.
You have this ability to just like...

...babble on endlessly about anything.

And you should know that...

...that thing about
being the class clown...

...I already had a pretty good idea.

So...

What about those magazines?

What? I buy them for the pictures.
We all do.

Men.

Women.

I hope we can find him.

It's just not fair what Jane
has to go through.

She's a good person.
I mean, what'd she do to deserve this?

What does anybody do to deserve
something bad?

Not everything in life can be reasoned.

Yeah, but you wanna blame something.

I just think that that's human nature,
you know, to want to place blame.

Like my friends with HIV and AIDS.
And it's not only the thought,

what did they do wrong, but the added
indignation that a bunch of bigots

believe the disease is some sort
of punishment for being gay.

- I'll double back and then head inland.
- OK.

Jane!

Michael?

Hey, what's up?

Nothing, I thought maybe you could
use some help.

- Any luck?
- What about the hospital?

Well, thankfully I was rescued.
Dr Shaw.

- Dr Shaw? Have I met him?
- No. And actually he's a she.

- Should I be jealous?
- Probably.

Janey, I don't blame you.
How could I?

The only reason you ever thought about
the abortion was because of my plan.

My stupid plan, me,
sticking to that plan.

When you first got pregnant,
I went through the same things you did.

The fear, but then we made
the right choice, to have a baby.

- And I wanted a baby.
- I needed to hear that.

I know. But I couldn't.
I was confused.

I mean, you needed a lot from me,
and I didn't know...

I was waiting.

I know.

Look...

All I wanted from the beginning
was to tell you how sorry I was.

- Oh, honey.
- No, no, no.

I need for you to know this.

I loved our baby.

And when I went down there
to fold up the crib,

and, you know, put away
all those little things...

And then I thought
about that little life.

That life.

That was our baby.

At the white fence? I mean, OK,
the house with the fence!

- You guys, we found him!
- We found the dog!

- Where?
- Over there. The house with the fence!

Barney's a great name for him.

Well, I couldn't think of anything else.

My late husband's name was Darryl.
And I never heard of a dog named Darryl.

- Well, we really appreciate this.
- Well, it was a pleasure.

He's a great dog, you know.
He has a good heart, a big heart.

I almost forgot. There was a reward.

No, it's not necessary. Really.

- Are you sure?
- Just go run along, the three of you.

Thanks so much.

Take care, Barn. Just go on.

Bye.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- I'm trying not to, but...

It's like this is where he belongs.

- Ma'am.
- Ma'am,

we just talked it over, and we think
that Barney belongs here with you.

Damn, you're right. Yes, he does!

We live in a small apartment,
and you live out here by the beach.

My horoscope was right today.

It said something about...

...a display of unexpected generosity.

Yes.

Bye-bye. I loved you.

Well, come by.

- Visit him, eh? Anytime, yeah?
- Sure will.

- Thank you.
- Oh, Barn.

Yes, you are a good boy. Yes.

What do you think our horoscopes
were today?

Well, I didn't check,
but I bet they were doozies.

- I love you, Michael.
- And I love you too, babe.