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Hey. Hey.

Praise the Lord.

Be out of here in five minutes.

I've got to get to the hospital.

When am I going to see you again?

Dr.

Sloan?

I am fully capable of performing Mr.
Baker's surgery, and I resent being

replaced. Good morning, Dr. Hartman.

Claire, I know how you feel. Believe me,
nobody is questioning your abilities.

Really? Then why is John Foster flying
in from New York to take over my case?

John is coming in because Mr. Baker is
very wealthy and very nervous.

He wants the man who pioneered the
surgery, that's all.

So I'm fired.

No, no, you're assisting.

Look, John will be here in a minute.
You're going to like him.

I know why they call her the big girl.

Oh, yeah, she needs to get a life.

Well, nothing's changed, including you.

Still dapper, still trim.

You still making the rounds on roller
skates? You have to to keep up with

interns. You still sleeping in patients'
rooms?

How did you know about that? The whole
hospital knew about it, John. Oh, Dr.

Smith. Oh, Claire, I was just going to
page you.

John, this is the talented surgeon who's
going to be assisting you. Claire, this

is Dr.

John. I assume you've read Mr. Baker's
chart, Doctor?

Yes, I read it on the plane, and I'll
look over it again tonight.

I'm very glad you're scrubbing in with
me. You'll notice that the patient might

present complications. He has mild
hypertension and also diabetes.

Yes, well, according to his chart, both
conditions are stable, but I'll order a

blood sugar in the morning.

I already have.

Very efficient, Dr. Hartman, and your
chart notes are excellent.

I just have one question for you,
Doctor.

You have performed your abdominal aortic
procedure 16 times this year with two

mortalities. Is it your procedure that
needs improving or your technique?

Well, some patients are sicker than
others, Doctor.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow in surgery.

Better check me for frostbite.

She's an excellent surgeon. She's just a
little tense.

Well, yeah, I guess if some hired gun
came in and took over my case, I'd be

angrier than she is. I knew you'd
understand.

Look, how about an early dinner tonight,
huh? Oh, yeah, I'd love it. How about

my hotel? Great. Seven o 'clock? Be
there.

I am late. I had a patient in recovery.

You know what HMO means?

No, what?

Hurry me out.

Well, that's where medicine's heading,
isn't it?

I mean, how many patients can we shove
through the door in one day?

It's true. It's inevitable, Mark. I hate
it.

You know, you've got surgery in the
morning, don't you?

Oh, it's a glass of wine with dinner.

You were just finishing one when I came
in.

I don't remember you being such a heart
nose.

Well, I don't remember you drinking the
night before surgery.

You're right.

I don't need it.

How's Betsy?

Couldn't be happier. She left me and
moved in with her tennis pro.

Oh, God. John, I'm sorry.

Well, I got busy. She got bored.

It happened.

You're having a rough time.

It's over.

It's time to move on.

Listen, Mark, I'm really bushed from the
flight, and I've got to look over Mr.

Baker's chart. Would you mind if we
rescheduled dinner?

I'm sorry.

No. No, no problem, John.

I'll pay the tab, and I'll go up to my
room.

Okay. See you in the morning? Right.

You better eat something, though. Yeah.

If you don't get started right now, I've
got to bring this guy out.

Would you please go see if Dr. Foster
has found his way to the hospital yet?

Yes, doctor.

Morning,

all. Morning, Dr. Foster.

Whoa, who put that there?

Don't you worry, Mr. Baker. We'll have
those tonsils out in no time.

The patient is anesthetized. His vitals
are... Fine, fine.

Fine. Nurse?

Thank you.

Oh, careful. Those things are sharp.

Doctor, may I have a word with you
privately, please? Uh, no, doctor.

Shall we proceed?

Good.

You are in no condition to perform this
operation.

I'm relieving you, doctor, and putting
you on report. Like hell you are.

If I have to, I'll call security and
have you escorted out.

You vindictive bitch.

I replaced you and now you're trying to
ruin me.

You will regret this.

John, I was just coming to observe...
John, what's wrong?

Mark, what's going on?

Claire Hartman just relieved Dr. Foster
of surgery.

John, how long have your colleagues in
New York been covering for you?

Claire Hartman is insubordinate, and I'm
bringing her up on charges.

That's your privilege. But I talked to
every member of the surgical team, and

they all described you as drunk.

Well, they're lying.

Why? For what possible reason?

She's their colleague.

John, listen to me.

You need help.

Please get it before you make the kind
of mistake no doctor can live with. I'll

leave you alone, Mark.

No. You're in trouble.

Poor friend. John, let me help you.

John.

Dr. Hartman?

Dr.

Hartman, it's Dr. Foster here. Can I
talk to you a minute?

What do you want?

Look, I'll make a deal with you.

If you don't put me on report as being
drunk, I won't bring you up on charges

for insubordination.

I wasn't insubordinate. You were drunk.

No, no, no.

Wait a minute. I was not drunk. And you
still are. Why don't you go home and

sleep it off? Open up.

Open up.

Open up, you miserable bitch.

Open the door. Knock it off. Who the
hell are you? I'm the resident manager,

you're disturbing the peace. Yeah, yeah,
yeah.

Get away from my door, both of you.
Claire, I'm trying to protect you. I

need protection.

Go away, Nolan. Who the hell do you
think you are? I'm the doctor who's

make sure you never practice medicine.
Yeah, well, I'll see you in hell first.

Just keep it down. Bye, Nolan. I took
over your case and you wanted revenge.

Good night, Doctor. I'm not finished
with you.

John's not answering the phone. Well, do
you have any idea where he might be? I

haven't a clue.

Dr. Sloan, line 12.

Dr. Sloan, line 12. Dr. Sloan.

Hi, Steve.

Sure, what's up?

The old Claire Hartman.

You're not going to like this, Dad.

I've arrested John Foster.

John? Why?

He came here last night and threatened
Claire.

You have witnesses?

Resident manager, Mr. Nolan, and a
neighbor, Mrs. Peterson.

Both of them identified Dr. Foster.

They could be mistaken.

Well, Mrs. Peterson, maybe. She lives
down the hall. But Nolan not only

witnessed the argument, he tried to
break it up.

We've also got his fingerprints on the
inside of the door here.

How's John taking it?

Well, he was drunk when I arrested him,
Dad. Yeah, I'm not surprised.

He's obviously got a problem. Why is he
still on staff at that hospital in New

York? Because alcoholic doctors only
answer to their peers, and sometimes

peers cover up for him.

You know, I'd like to talk to Mr. Nolan.

He's at the station now giving a
statement.

I'm going to go down there and question
Foster. You want to come? Yes, I would.

Dr. Foster, did you kill Claire Hartman?
I told you, I never went near her.

We have witnesses.

The neighbor and the building manager
who heard you threatened to kill her.

I don't feel very well.

Compared to Claire Hartman, you are the
picture of hell, Doc.

Look, she relieved you in surgery.

She humiliated you.

And that's why you killed her, isn't it,
Doc?

Mark, I honestly don't remember anything
about yesterday except...

Seeing you last night at the hotel.

You left the hotel, John.

I don't remember. I don't.

Does he really expect me to buy this?

It's possible he could have been in a
blackout.

Alcoholic amnesia.

Sometimes a memory comes back, but most
often it doesn't. Or it comes back in

bits and pieces and it's badly
distorted.

Not questioning my client without me
present, are you, detective?

Dr. Foster neglected to mention that you
represent him, counselor.

The judge has refused the bail, but he
has agreed to this.

Sign here.

What is this?

You're signing yourself into Community
General Substance Abuse Program.

I can't. I can't do that. It would ruin
my career.

Forget your career.

Start worrying about this.

He's all yours after.

I guess you left out.

I'll get you later.

That's my woman.

I couldn't have killed her, Mark.

I'm a doctor. I save lives. I don't... I
know.

John, I want to believe you.

But the fact is, you don't remember last
night. You don't know what you did.

Help me, Mark.

Of course I will. I'll do everything I
can.

But if you really murdered Claire
Hartman... I'll meet you back at the

hospital. I'll go with you.

You can't do that. It doesn't work that
way. They bring you.

You still don't realize the trouble
you're in, do you, John?

I'll see you back there.

Mark Sloan, Mr. Nolan. I'm a consultant
with the Metropolitan Police Department.

He's a distant consultant.

What are you doing?

Repairs.

Did you install that deadbolt? Are you
kidding?

Look at this.

Cheap, flimsy.

Dr. Hartman put it in.

For all the good it did. One shove from
that doctor and it ripped right out of

the wall.

And those other two locks aren't even
scratched.

Yeah. Well, that you'd use them.

But I...

Guess she only had time to slide in that
deadbolt before Foster broke in.

Why didn't you come out of your
apartment when you heard him break in?

He was yelling. She was yelling.

I mean, he was pounding on the door. I
mean, with all that noise, I'll bet you

Claire didn't even hear that bolt snap.

You overheard the argument. You didn't
see it.

See it?

For a while there, I was in the middle
of it.

I mean, I wanted to call the cops, but
Claire wouldn't let me.

Yeah, she was a very strong woman.

Can't remember that she ever backed down
on an argument.

You know, perhaps she was certain that
Dr. Foster was not going to harm her.

Well, then she was wrong.

He killed her.

Is it possible that someone other than
Dr. Foster visited Claire last night?

Last night?

No. Well, I don't know.

It wasn't easy keeping track of all the
men she dragged in and out of here.

You mean she dated a lot?

Date?

What, is that the new word for one night
stand?

We are talking about the Claire Hartman
that works at Community General

Hospital, aren't we?

Yeah, and brought men home every night.

Picked them up at the Whirlwind Club.

Carrying on like that, had to catch up
with her. I mean, I warned her, but...

Look, I'm finished here. Just close the
door when you leave. Oh, thank you, Mr.

Nolan.

That's hard to believe.

Maybe this guy is just a goofball.

Yeah, maybe.

Let's just start in the bedroom.

Looks like she had two separate
wardrobes.

Claire never wore that in surgery.

Hey, Doc, you may want to look at this.

My.

Nolan was right.

She was leading a second life that none
of us knew anything about. She also had

about a hundred guys, and it looks like
she photographed herself with all of

them.

Claire was a wild woman.

Or maybe just very troubled.

Dad, all this proves is that Dr.

Hartman liked men.

Steve, she was picking up men she didn't
even know and taking them home.

Any one of them could have killed her.

There's no evidence pointing to anybody
except Foster.

I just don't want to believe John did
it.

That's because he's your friend and
you're desperate to help him.

If you come up with something
substantial, anything, I'll help you,

I appreciate that.

Call you tonight.

All right.

See you, Jessie.

Yeah.

You know, you look like you could use a
night out.

I hear strings attached.

Well, one of us has got to go to the
Whirlwind Club, and I don't think I'd

in.

So far, you've refused the therapy
sessions, AA meetings, in fact, the

program. Well, I've got a lot on my
mind, Mark. I know.

But hiding out in this room isn't what
you came here to do.

I'm here on a court order and no other
reason.

Do you think you have a drinking
problem, John?

No, I do not.

I drink too much sometimes. Who doesn't?

I mean, you of all people should
understand why.

Critically ill patients.

Surgery after surgery.

It's a lot of pressure, Mark. A lot of
pressure. Everybody has pressure.

Only drunks drink about it. What right
have you to call me a drunk?

Medical evidence.

You're sweating. You got the tremors.
Your concentration is shot.

Looks like alcohol withdrawal to me.

It is stress. It is symptoms of stress.

Your drinking's been interfering with
your work, and you know that.

What really happened in your marriage?
Did Betsy run off with a tennis pro?

Or did she just get sick and tired of
living on drugs? I don't have to listen

this.

Where are you going to go?

Isn't your choice anymore, John. Your
lawyer told you it's here or jail for

killing of Claire Hartman.

I didn't kill her. How do you know? You
were in a blackout.

If Claire hadn't taken that scalpel out
of your hand, you would have murdered

your patient.

Truth isn't easy, John, but it's all we
got.

Will it be?

Have you seen her?

No.

Excuse me.

What? Take a look at that.

Hi.

I'd like to meet her.

Can you arrange it?

No. Are you caught?

Forget it.

Have you seen her?

What are you doing?

Selling the lady?

Geez, no, I... Can I talk to you, sir,
in private, please?

You had better be a cop.

Actually, I'm a doctor.

Doctor. Well, the fun's over, doctor.
You're annoying the customers.

Have you seen her?

I might.

Yeah,

I know her.

She was here Monday night. You know who
she left with?

I don't know the guy's name, but I know
he drove a black

Mercedes. How do you know that?

Valley Parker.

Mike, he's a buddy of mine.

He said this guy accused him of putting
a dent in his Mercedes, and he was going

to file a big claim with the company.

Are you sure it was this woman?

Yeah. Everybody knows Claire.

What was the name of this valet company?

L .A. service on 3rd Street.

Thanks.

Come back now.

Yeah, I'll save up.

Code blue, E -R -Y.

Mark, you gotta come with me right away.
What happened? Dr. Foster attempted

suicide.

What do we got?

I think he fell. He vomited and
aspirated into his lungs.

Lungs inflating.

Flatline, Doctor.

B -Pip.

200. Clear.

Again. 200.

Clear.

Okay, we got a heartbeat.

That was a close one.

Thank God.

Doc!

Claire Hartman left the whirlwind club
with a man Monday night.

Oh, good work. Who is it?

I don't know yet, but he filed a damage
complaint with the valet parking

company.

All right, you can get the man's name
from the company.

Jesse, be careful.

Understand? Gotcha.

From your husband, ma 'am.

They're beautiful.

Mrs. Romero?

Yeah. Hi. Is your husband home?

No. Does he own a black Mercedes?

Why do you want to know?

Well, it's just that one got dented the
other night, and... My God, your eye

looks terrible. Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Have you seen a doctor?

Look, I'm busy.

It's just that I am a doctor, and that
eye does need serious attention.

Are you seeing double?

I was.

For a while.

But I'm fine now.

Do you have any headaches, nausea,
dizziness, disorientation?

I don't know.

Look, what is this? You go door to door
looking for patients?

You sure you're a doctor?

Oh, God, yeah.

See?

Okay, you're legit.

Mrs. Romero, you may have a concussion,
and as a doctor, I feel obligated to

check you out, so either we can do it
here, or should I call an ambulance?

You don't seem to have a concussion.
You're very lucky. Yeah.

How'd this happen?

Oh, I was, um, taking out the trash, and
I tripped over a step.

That's a major trip.

Miss Romero, you have bruises
everywhere. Your arms, your legs, your

Some of these are new. Some are old.

Yeah, well, I'm real clumsy, you know.

Well, you know, I just happened to know
some doctors, a community general who

specialize in...

counseling women with your kind of
accidents.

If you come by, I can introduce you to
them. Look, I'm better now, and I really

think that you should go.

Yeah.

Hey, just one more thing.

Your husband may know something about a
doctor that was killed on Monday night.

He doesn't.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

He was home all night with me.

And I really think that you should leave
now.

Oh, my God.

Quick, go out the back door.

Just tell them I'm a doctor making a
house call. He will kill you and me.

He will kill both of us.

Teresa!

Teresa, where are you?

Teresa!

Hello.

What do you mean Mr. Smith wants to see
me?

I got things I gotta do.

He's got no reason to be upset over
this.

Okay, okay. I'll be there.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

Good.

Steve let me borrow his case file here.

When you feel up to it, you might think
you look at it.

Something might jog your memory a
little.

Where'd you get the sleeping pills,
John?

John, talk to me.

John, we're old friends.

I'm not trying to pass judgment on you.
I'm trying to help you, if you'll let

me.

Did you really want to die?

You know, a lot of people who attempt
suicide don't really want to die. They

just want to stop hurting.

I know you don't like to lie to
patients, and I don't either, John. Do

to hear my prognosis?

Transient cough.

No permanent damage. I'm not talking
about your suicide gesture. I'm talking

about the disease that's killing you.

What disease?

You know as well as I do, John.

Alcoholism.

Alcoholism isn't a disease.

Your liver's enlarged. Your pancreas is
inflamed. Your blackouts indicate brain

damage.

In five years, you're going to look,
talk, and act like a punch -drunk

John. Nonsense scare tactics.

You're a doctor. You know that's true.

In ten years, you'll be dead of
cirrhosis.

Stop. No, not yet.

And during that ten years, you'll demean
yourself every day just to keep

drinking. You'll lie to your colleagues,
your friends, your family.

And even if you hang on to that New York
penthouse, it'll become your own

private little skid row.

And if you end up on the street, at
least your environment is going to match

your lifestyle.

No, I'll stop.

Why didn't you just let me die?

When was life ever that simple, Don?

Still your choice.

Live or die.

All right.

Where is he?

I'm fed up with this weenie.

I can explain.

Shut up, Eddie. Get over here.

It's not what you think.

Eddie, I told you to shut up. Now sit
down.

Norman,

did you call on an emergency?

Of course.

Your department uses more than the whole
hospital combined.

Are they using them to clean their
windshield?

No, but that's a good idea.

Norman Briggs.

It's for you.

Dr. Sloan.

Hey, Doc, it's me.

You've got to get over here.

I've got the killer, but there are these
bad guys with him.

Jess, I can't hear you.

What's wrong?

It's because the bad guys are like three
feet away.

Where are you?

Just sit tight.

I'll get Steve.

All right, Norman. Got an emergency.

What about the gauze pads?

Amanda? Hi.

I've got an emergency. Would you take a
look in at Dr. Foster?

See how he is? Sure.

I told you to shut up. You're a very
thin -eyed cat. You better stop

all right?

Got him.

Crazy? You just don't get it, do you?

We've been watching you, and we know a
little bit.

Dr. Foster.

You look much better.

Thank you.

Is Mark around? I wanted to speak to
him.

No, he just left.

Is there something I can help you with?

I've been looking through this police
file.

Photographs of Claire Hartman after the
murder.

Do you remember something?

I think so.

I mean, I'm not sure.

My memory's so jagged.

I remember pounding on her door,
screaming terrible things.

And then what happened?

She opened the door.

Just a crack.

I behaved so badly.

She was right to relieve me in surgery.

Well, Claire was a magnificent doctor.

She was.

She was.

She opened the door.

I could swear she was wearing a white
robe.

You see, not the clothes that she's
wearing in the picture.

You know, I was wondering about the
clothes myself.

I could be wrong.

I don't think so.

But the answer to that might be in her
apartment. Dr. Foster, if you should see

Dr. Sloan before I do, would you tell
him that that's where I've gone?

Sure.

Something is too quiet around here. I
don't like it. Looking for somebody?

What do we do?

I can do that.

She'll step that way?

Sounds like a waiter. Dad, I'm sorry.
Guns make me nervous.

This is all my fault. I shouldn't have
called you.

No, no, Jesse, you did the right thing.

No, no, I screwed up. I shouldn't have
called. You're always telling me to

focus, you know, and see the big picture
and the details.

Excuse me, would you mind beating
yourself up on your own time?

Yeah.

Federal Marshals.

How long have you been in business with
Eddie Romero here?

Boy, are you wrong.

Don't panic, guys. I'm going to reach in
my coat.

Metropolitan Police.

Does that mean we're all on the same
side here?

What it means is Mr. Romero here is in
the Witness Protection Program.

Am I right?

Nice call.

But lately, our friend Eddie here has
found that our support is insufficient.

So he's decided to supplement his income
by returning to his previous, more

lucrative occupation.

stealing all this electronic junk and
selling it out of his warehouse here,

haven't you, Eddie? You guys expect me
to live on the allowance you give me? I

got standards.

And he thought we would never catch on,
even after he bought the big house and

the sharp little Mercedes, huh?

Eddie thinks we're all real stupid,
don't you?

Did it take you a long time to catch on?

Eddie also beats his wife.

An all -round good fellow, huh, Eddie?

Now, why are you chasing him? I'm
investigating the murder of a doctor,

Hartman.

She was seen leaving the Whirlwind Club
Monday night with Eddie Romero. Wait a

minute. I didn't kill her.

Oh, come on, Eddie. You're the one that
took her home. You're the one that

strangled her. Look, look. I left the
club with her.

But then I got a call from an associate
that there was a shipment coming in.

So I came straight to the warehouse. I
never went in there. I just dropped her

off. If you don't believe me, you can
ask the guys who unloaded the

Oh, I'll do that.

He's telling the truth.

We've had him under surveillance. This
guy will give you a good rash, but he

doesn't break the skin.

He's not your killer.

Well, he's all yours, then.

I'm going to be stopping by every now
and then just to check up on Mrs.

I think I'll go with you, Jeffy.

And if Mrs. Romero has so much as a
scratch, if she's in a bad mood, I'm

to bust you.

My way.

That all right with you?

I love it.

You straighten out your act, Eddie, or
I'm going to move you into the witness

retirement program.

Witness retirement program? What's that?

Oh, that's when the feds tell the guys
that Eddie ratted out where he is and

they retire him.

Oh.

Hello? Anybody here?

Hello?

Hi.

The apartment won't be ready for another
couple of weeks. Oh, no, no, it's okay.

I'm not looking for an apartment.

I was a colleague of Claire Hartman's.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's okay.

I've come to get something of hers, and
I shouldn't be but a moment.

Is the bedroom this way?

Yes. Oh, thank you.

Why can't any have been our killer?

Because that way the crime would be
solved and we could all go home happy.

This way we get to beat our heads
against the wall, which is a lot more

don't you think?

You need a vacation.

You know, this is odd.

Steve, look at this.

This deadbolt doesn't make any sense.

I'm glad Claire had friends.

Oh, yes, she was a marvelous doctor.

When I finish fixing the apartment, I'll
pack her things.

Will you be picking them up?

No, but I'll find out who will be.

What are you looking for?

Um, I'm looking for a skirt of Claire's.

Is it important?

It could be.

You see, she was found dead in a red
bustier, a brown jacket, and a black

Red, brown, black, I don't get it. They
don't match.

And Claire was a meticulous dresser. She
wouldn't be caught in a red bustier and

a brown jacket from another business
suit and then a black skirt from

unless, of course, the brown skirt was
in the cleaners or something.

Mr. Nolan?

Oh.

You can't take that skirt.

Oh, no, no, it's not for me.

You see, this is for the detective who's
investigating the case. Detective

Sloan? Yes. You see, this is very
important evidence.

That skirt? Come on, it can't be.

Oh, it proves that someone dressed her
after they killed her.

Someone without a lot of fashion sense.
Thank you.

You seem like a very nice woman.

Sorry you came here.

I have to be leaving.

You can't give that skirt to Steve
Sloan.

I really have to go.

Sloan would put two and two together,
come back here and ask questions.

Then I would be in a whole world of
trouble.

I can't have that. There's no reason for
you to get upset. Why are you putting

me in this position?

Why are you doing this to me? You're
backing me into a corner.

She did.

See, all I ever wanted to do was help
Claire.

And all she did was laugh at me.

I understand.

We all understand. Stop lying to me.
What, do you take me for a fool? No, of

course not. Yes, you do.

Like Claire did.

She slept with every man off the street.

Except me.

Never with me.

And I loved her.

I believe you.

I do.

I just, you know, I wondered why... Why
I changed her clothes?

She looked like an angel in that white
robe.

And I wanted people to know that she was
trash.

and killed Claire.

I know. I figured that out when we
eliminated Eddie. I went back to the

photos. You know, it finally dawned on
me that Claire installed that dead boat

to keep out the one person who had the
keys to all the locks.

No one. Of course. She was protecting
herself from him.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

Claire's killer just went to jail.

Yes, I heard.

I'm relieved for myself.

I'm sorry for her.

Well, Claire was a good doctor. Private
life doesn't take away from that.

Looks like you're leaving.

Did you expect me to stay?

Well, I was hoping you'd stay for the
program.

What's the point? I mean, my career is
over.

My license is up for review. Did you
hear that?

John, I requested the review.

Well, you can't keep performing surgery
drunk, can you?

Medicine's all I've got.

And what do I have to do?

It's very simple. Stay sober.

I can control it.

You couldn't control it before. What
makes you think you can now?

You can just taste your next drink right
now and the next one after that.

You can't do it alone.

Hey, meetings are terrible.

Well, look, if you want entertainment,
go to the movies.

You have to go to them forever.

No, just as long as you want to stay
sober.

You're going to fight this all the way,
aren't you, John?

I don't believe in God, Mark.

No, I mean, I know they call it a higher
power, but they mean God, don't they?

No, no, they mean a higher power,
something more powerful and bigger than

are.

I know a guy who picked Mount Rushmore.

He figured that those president's faces
would be hanging up there forever.

He's been sober 13 years now.

The fact is, I don't want to be an
alcoholic.

I never knew anyone who did.

My father died drunk.

I don't want to die drunk.

John, then finish the program. It's 30
days.

What's 30 days if it gives you your life
back?

You can be a doctor again.

Maybe the program will grow on me.

You know, it just so happens that
there's an AA meeting starting right

just so happens.

These meetings are terrible.

Yes, it is. But why don't you try making
it yourself?

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