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Miss Cavanaugh?

Orderly. Orderly.

We'll run him in number two and get me four units of plasma, please.

Come on, stop, stop, stop.

Get back to work.

Now, look, I... Come on, I don't even know the guy.

What's that?

Driver's license.

Harold Johnson, Flintwood, Ohio.

Expired 1952.

Well, at least he's got a name. Some don't even have that.

I'll be right back.

All right.

Requisition order, doctor. Thank you.

Hey, that's good.

Four units will be enough, then.

And get me a nasogastric tube on ice, will you please? Yes, doctor. Thank you.

Miss Quayle, see if you can find a number for this address in Ohio.

Will you speak to anyone there?

Yeah.

Look, Doc, you've got no right to keep me here.

Mister, I'm just trying to get some information.

Information that might save a man's life.

Or at least let his family know what's happened to him.

Harold Johnson.

You've never seen him before?

No, never.

Just found him lying in the street, huh? That's what I said.

Dolce's diner.

So?

I'm a short order cook.

His clothes are stained with food.

That means nothing.

He smells a commercial detergent. His hands have been in hot water.

All right, all right. So he's our dishwasher.

And you wouldn't even tell us his name.

Flynn. That's all he ever told us, Slim.

Home address?

I don't know.

You've got employment records with holding tax?

Look, that's why the boss didn't want to get involved.

The government don't understand about dishwashers.

These guys come in, they work a week, maybe a day.

We pay them out of the till. Okay, Skipper, just tell me what happened.

I hear a groan, I turn around, and he's down on his knees in front of the

dishwasher holding his belly.

I'm hurt, he says. Cookie, I'm dying.

Doc, I gotta get back.

Did you get her number?

No, Johnson's listed.

That address is the new parking lot now.

Anything else?

That's all, operator. Thank you.

Nothing we could do.

Not even an ambulance.

They handled him like a feck of potato.

Can I go now?

I'm still working. I gotta get back.

He's dead.

That doesn't bother you much, does it?

Oh, come off it, Doc.

I did the human thing. I could have left him lying out in the driveway. The

human thing?

Okay, get back to your lousy hamburgers, your stinking french fries.

Oh, boy.

And the next time you spill hot grease down your leg, tell them to bring you

here by way of Detroit.

Listen, bastard.

Skip it. Go on. I'm sorry. Get out of here.

What's going on here? It's a terminal case.

He died just after we started therapy.

Probable perforated ulcer. Have to be a coroner's case.

That joker over there just dumped him inside the back door.

What's Kildare's problem?

Same as for the rest of us.

Three nights extra duty. It's been a rough week.

Nothing to keep us busy here?

Bad day on the front line, eh?

We lost our share.

No, it isn't just that. It's the way people treat people in this callous

That man tonight.

The second this week.

There must be a thousand like him out there. The lonely ones.

Who cares if they live? Who cares if they die?

I don't know.

Universal criminal indifference.

Not like a small town, is it, Doctor?

Oh, I know. I was even worse. A farm boy.

It's a small town.

Where even the least of sparrows cannot fall unnoticed.

How long since you've been home, Doctor?

Five months.

You have a weekend coming up, don't you? Why?

I asked the question, Doctor.

Saturday, it's a hangover weekend.

Take tomorrow off as well. That'll give you three days to relax, eat apple pie,

look up your old girlfriends.

While you're resting, give a thought to your application for residency here.

Blair at the Big City Hospital.

Give that some thought to dr.

Dr. Gillespie.

I Know what you're thinking because I'm from a small town. I might be happier

going back up to kill there If you know what I'm thinking then you must be aware

that I'm thinking how much I dislike being told what I'm thinking especially

interns You'll do exactly as I said enjoy your weekend

Mrs. Quayle, yes, sir.

I'm on duty tonight call administration have the on -call intern replace dr.

Kildare on tonight's duty roster They can make their own arrangements for

repayment of the obligation.

Yes, Doctor.

Good night, Mrs. Quayle. Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Kildare.

Good night, sir.

An intern trying to turn down a long weekend?

You're not only bushed, you're in need of psychotherapy.

Regular.

Long haul? Yeah.

Well, only 12 more miles.

I thought you were leaving.

There's someone out there.

Well, we do worry about our reputation.

Come on.

A goodbye drink.

Something else, then?

No, thank you.

I can go now.

Wait a minute, honey. You can't end this thing just like that.

I've got a grip on you.

I mean, a real grip.

If you decide you want to see me again, give me a call.

I'll be waiting.

get where we live?

Croquet? That went out when I was a kid.

Your mother's idea.

Obviously premature senility.

It's come back.

We can't go out to a Sunday dinner anymore without playing croquet, and I'm

tired of losing.

You look awfully tired.

How'd you con him into this?

I come home from lunch. I have to practice croquet. Otherwise, you won't

anything to eat.

Go to your son.

Hey!

We were surprised to get your call.

How are things going at Black?

Hey, didn't you get any sleep last night?

I came right off duty.

Couldn't have slept anyway.

And no breakfast, I bet.

Ham and eggs? Sounds great.

You don't have any breakfast, so I have to have ham and eggs for lunch.

How'd you happen to get the extra time off?

Gillespie.

He seemed to think I needed a rest.

Do you?

I don't know. Maybe I do.

Maybe... Maybe I wasn't cut out for a big city hospital.

What do you mean?

Well, for one thing, the number of terminal cases we get.

You begin to wonder where, where they all come from.

People die here, too, Jim. Yeah, I know, but still, there's a difference.

I have to run over to Hannah's for 15 minutes. Okay.

No, but I promised her it's important.

Garson! Oh!

After you called, I saw Harry Benton. When I told him you were coming home, he

said he'd drop over around 2 o 'clock.

What for?

He has something important he wants to tell you. He's getting married.

Stephen!

Harry? Don't sound so surprised.

You'll have to be getting married yourself someday.

But Harry Benton?

Well, I'll be hanged.

You know, one time Kay Willis tried to kiss him just for a joke.

Embarrassed. I thought he was going to yell for a cop.

And that Kay Willis always was too forward.

Harry was looking for the right girl. Someone as quiet and reserved as he is.

And he finally found her. You'll never guess who in a million years.

Who? I can't.

tell you. Harry wants to tell you himself.

That's a woman.

Oh, I'm late already.

Jim, you get some sleep now.

That female has never been on time once in her life.

Who is Harry Murray? Oh, my gosh, my 1 .30 appointments.

Meadows will crown me with my own tibia. What did you say, Jim? Nothing,

nothing. Good. We'll talk again tonight, right?

Harry will be right in. He's talking to your father.

Harry's already in.

Hi, Jim. Hi, Harry.

Say, you're not old sweethearts, are you?

He doesn't even remember my name.

Sure I do, bum.

Martha. Martha Keeler. I think I'm the only girl in the neighborhood Jim never

did ask out.

Congratulations, boy. Mom told me. I'm sure you'll both be very happy.

Thank you. Listen, you want some coffee or something? Why not? But you sit down.

I know where the cups are. Sit down, darling.

Well, when's the execution?

Sunday after next, and I want you for best man. Can you make it? Well, one way

or another, I'll make it.

I haven't seen you since graduation, have I?

No, probably not. I went away to finishing school.

There's two glamorous years for the State Department in D .C.

Been home again?

I didn't even notice her till a month ago.

Two months ago.

How blind can you get?

Well, uh... How'd you happen to go to work for the State Department?

My mother.

Remember what it said under my picture in the annual?

As cool and sophisticated as a daiquiri. She'll marry an ambassador.

You know, I think Mother really believed that.

Here's my ambassador.

You're a lucky devil, Harry.

You know, you really have changed.

I didn't even recognize you this morning.

Not just now.

How'd you and Harry happen to get together?

You know, that is an amazing thing.

At the Shriner's benefit.

Normally, that was the second time.

You're right. I'm sorry. That won't be the second time.

I thought women were supposed to remember these babes.

Well, now, why don't we get together for a drink tonight?

Oh, I'd like to, but I promised to spend the evening with the folks.

That's the trouble with having parents.

How about an afternoon drink for the occasion?

I'll see if I can uncover Dad's private stock.

Thank you, Mom.

Honey!

Sorry about that.

Harry, let's not wait.

Let's get married right away.

Today? Are you kidding?

I'm not kidding. Please, Harry.

Honey, why?

Something might happen. We might not be able to get married. Please, Harry. No

way. Could happen, Adam.

Bums.

No, not serious.

Your mother would blow her stack. My folks have made plans. The announcements

are all ready.

You're right. I don't know what I was talking about.

I want to walk home and try and clear my head.

Please tell Jim I'm sorry I had to run.

Honey, wait a minute. I'll go with you.

Honey?

Mother, do you have to barge in like this?

I'm not going to change my habits because you're getting married.

Harry is downstairs.

What for?

He's very kindly mailing the announcements for us.

I'm sure he'd like to see you a moment before he leaves.

Please, Mother, I'd rather not.

Don't be childish, Martha.

Are you feeling all right?

You have a fever? Please, Mother, it's just nerves.

I'll take a sedative and come right down. I'll be all right, please.

Are you sure?

Yes, yes, please go down. I'll be there in a minute.

Very well.

Don't be long.

Some of these names, some very important people.

I haven't seen them for years.

Martha's father was an author, you know.

But of course you know that.

I'm talking as though... She has been feeling well all day.

We'd better check.

You took a nasty one.

Let me get that cut.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Oh, what is happening to me?

All right, darling.

Come on, sweetheart.

I won't eat the kitchen.

I'll call the doctor. Mother, I don't want a doctor. It isn't that bad.

Nonsense. No, I don't...

It's going to be all right.

Just take it easy.

Take it easy for me.

Kildare residence.

Oh,

it's Jim, Miss Keeler.

Dad's out for the evening.

Have you tried Dr. Meadows?

Well, it sounds like first aid. I can handle that.

I'd be glad to.

Oh, no.

I'll be right there.

Well, it isn't the cut that worries me, Jim. It's that she's been acting awfully

strange. Strange? In what way?

Martha, unlock this door.

What's happened?

I told you you were coming over.

Then I stepped out... Honey!

Martha, it's Jim Kildare. I'd like to look at that cut.

You don't think she's upset enough to harm herself, do you?

Certainly not. No.

At least I don't think so.

Martha, I want Jim to see that cut.

If you don't unlock this door, I'll... I'll have them break the lock.

No lock.

Harry, you two wait downstairs.

you to go too.

What happened?

It didn't match the rest of the room.

Now go away.

How many of these did you take?

You probably won't answer this, but did you take anything else?

Look for yourself.

Some people throw the empty bottles out the window.

We killers do not throw empty bottles out of the window, sir.

I'm awfully tired of saying this, Jim.

If you'll let me see that cut, I'll be gone in five minutes. Otherwise, I'm

staying until I'm thrown out.

I know what's wrong with you, but you're not all right.

So now you know.

Martha.

How long have you been... I am not...

Don't tell me that.

Beginners don't start with a needle, not intelligent beginners.

You work up to that. How long, Martha?

What difference does it make? It makes a big difference.

Go away.

You got your kit here?

No. Any fixes? No, it finished through with it.

At the motel this morning, I was breaking it off

then. I haven't had to fix the days. I don't need it anymore.

Will you listen to me?

No.

As a friend. No.

Will you let me treat that cut? No, please, go away.

Jim.

You can't tell Harry about this, can you?

right, I can't.

But believe me, I'd like to.

For your sake as much as his.

What's the matter with her, Jim?

Is it nerves?

Well, the cut's not serious.

It should be stitched, though. There'll be a scar.

Well, what about... Try to get her in to see Dad tomorrow.

I'll try.

Jim, is it nerves or something else?

She wouldn't let me examine her.

But it's nothing serious.

I can't say, Mrs. Keeler.

That's something Dad will have to determine.

Jim! Dr. Meadows.

Did you come down to check on the horse, doctor? Good morning, doctor.

Young lady, do you have my breakfast there?

Where's your father?

Oh, he's inside with a patient.

Is that really your breakfast?

Sure, why not?

Never could eat a regular breakfast.

Doesn't agree with me.

Guess what I need is a good doctor.

Well, how does it feel to be home?

Great.

Some coffee?

I'd like some. Has to be black.

That's where it is.

She hides it, but I always find her.

Oh, there you are.

Morning, Andy.

Stephen. Say, how'd things go on the broker, O .B.? Better than usual.

Got there for the grizzling.

What sex was it?

Didn't even notice.

Coming?

Thanks for the coffee.

Anytime you want a cup.

Remember, Dr. Meadows is such a cheerful guy. He isn't.

I was just talking to him. He lost Charlie Snatter yesterday.

Four days post -op. They fish together a lot.

He's overcompensating.

That's a problem you don't face at Blair.

You get the lonely one, but we get the man next door.

Dad.

Do you think Martha Keeler will come in to see you?

If she doesn't, I can always drive by her house on some pretext.

What if she won't let you treat her?

She will.

I smacked her three seconds after she was born.

I can still do it.

What if she's really hooked, Dad?

What if she won't volunteer a cure? What'll you do then?

A lot of reading, a lot of long -distance phone calls.

I haven't much experience with that particular type of problem.

Not too common in a town this size.

Might people hit the bottle.

Tell you a lot about that.

A lot of things we don't see here, Jim.

Lupus, carcinoid syndrome, myeloma.

Read about them in the journals.

That's it.

Limited number of patients. Law of averages.

Leaves us in ignorance in some areas.

Something else to keep in mind.

Hello? Oh, Helen.

Oh, Helen, could you possibly get Dr. Meadows to see him?

Fine. Thank you.

Oh, Harry Benton?

That's for Jim.

Hi, Harry.

Hello, Jim.

Martha won't be in to see your father today. She feels fine.

You sure of that?

Sure, I'm sure. I saw her just half an hour ago. She looks great.

Feels great, too. There's nothing to worry about.

All she needed was a good night's sleep.

I see.

And the cut, she took care of that herself?

That is right.

Better than a sawbones could do, too.

Listen, Jim.

I just closed a deal on the house we've been looking at.

Why don't you come out and give it the once -over with us? I'm picking Martha

at the record shop.

I'd like to, Harry.

Oh, Harry.

Why don't you let me pick Martha up? I'm only a block away from there now.

All right. She should be there by now.

She'll tell you how to get to the house.

Good. Good enough.

I'll see you out at the house.

All right. Bye.

Martha's out on the town Harry says she feels great after last night.

You told me she didn't have any more drugs She was lying

Martha? Jim.

I'll take you out the house.

Another melodrama, Jim?

Yeah.

With a villain trying to keep the heroine from sawing herself in half.

Heroine? Is that a pun?

No, no, I'm sorry.

Hello, Jim.

Hello, Martha.

Hi, Frank.

Did you talk Harry into this?

He said you'd show me how to get there.

Turn right in Elm Street.

Martha. Before you say anything, I feel fine. There's no need to discuss last

night. You should feel fine.

You're on it again.

And don't try to tell me otherwise.

Turn right at the next corner.

I say every addict is running scared from a personality problem.

Hard to imagine you were the problem that bad.

Why didn't you ever ask me for a date?

Because I felt awkward around you.

Clumsy, dull -witted, unsure of myself.

Most girls were shy. You seemed sophisticated and reserved.

Too much for a high school boy to cope with.

That was part of my problem.

Another part, too much money for a town this size.

A mother who wanted me to marry an ambassador.

Who thought she and I were different.

Waited a whole town to think that same way.

Even the boys thought so.

But now I've changed.

I found a man who treats me like a human being.

I intend to see that we have a full and happy life together.

There it is.

I'm sorry, Martha.

What for?

For not seeing you as a person a long time ago.

Thank you.

Martha.

Let me help you now, please.

Believe me, you're going to need help.

Specialized help.

Help that Harry can't give you, Dad can't give you, I can't give you, but we

give you that kind of help at Blair.

I'm driving back in the morning. Postpone the wedding.

No.

You and Harry in a few years, huh?

Well, Martha, I wish you all the best. I really do.

Thank you, Jim.

Getting one of the nicest guys I've ever known.

I'm sure he'll understand the first time he sees you crouched in the corner,

screaming, beating your head against the wall.

we can play with?

Well, hi, neighbor. Hi.

You holding up the house?

How about these doctors anyway? No time to relax.

Come on.

Well, this is it.

You still like it?

You know I do.

Come on, let's take a look at our room.

Now, the rest of this house is for the kids,

house guests, and everybody.

But this room, this... You know,

I think I'll put a special mark on it.

What are you thinking?

Oh, when a woman sees a sunset, she can say, it's so

beautiful it makes me want to cry.

A man can't do that.

It just sounds funny.

But just once.

Just thinking of you and me living here together.

Just once I'd like to say, it's so beautiful it makes me want to cry.

Harry, I need your help.

Postpone the wedding.

Honey, you better explain. First it's, let's get married right now.

Then it's, let's not get married now.

What's wrong?

There was a man.

I met him a year ago in the city.

Crazy with loneliness.

I thought I loved him.

That isn't the worst part of it.

It's not the worst part of it?

One night I got depressed.

He said he had something that would cheer me up.

He said it was harmless enough.

That it would make life worth living again.

Guys,

Rosie.

Pills.

Things are called a goofball.

They're hardly worse than a drink.

And then a couple of months ago.

Tell him I'm sick.

Harry.

What's the matter?

I ran out on her, Jim.

She told you?

Yeah.

I guess you knew about it last night, huh?

What do you mean, ran out?

Well, I went out to the car.

Leaving her where?

The new house.

Then what happened?

Well, I waited around for her, and she didn't come out. She didn't come out.

So I went back in.

And she was gone.

Did you call her mother?

Oh, yeah.

After I'd driven around for a few hours.

And?

Well, she'd been home and made a phone call and she got in her car and she

off.

We don't know where she went.

She asked me to help her, Jim.

Harry, help me.

And I turned around and walked out.

What's going on here?

Martha told him her problem and then disappeared.

You can imagine the emotional state she's in.

No indications to where she was going?

I have one possibility.

Where?

Harry and I are driving north to Paul's motel.

Hey, watch it, Buster.

What do you guys think you're doing?

Where's the girl that came in that car? Got any business of yours?

Number three.

Narcotics intoxication.

Nervous, desperate. She could have taken an overdose by accident.

Will she live?

Get on the phone and call Dad.

Ask him if he has any nalafine at the clinic.

That's nalafine, got it?

Nalafine. If he does, we'll meet him at the clinic. If he doesn't, we'll go

directly to county hospital.

Now tell him it's narcotics overdose. He'll know what we're up against.

We'll get going.

Where's the man who was here?

Oh, he took off like a bat about a half an hour ago.

He was scared spitless, I could tell. I figured something was up. You didn't

even check in to see if anything had happened to the girl? Now look, Buster,

run a motel, not a kindergarten.

Anything goes wrong, I'll find out eventually. I'm not the nosy type.

Help me get this girl out of the car.

Respiration's slightly depressed, but she'll be all right.

right outside.

I suppose there's no mistake about what it is.

No mistake.

Will she, uh... Will I have to keep her at home?

No, Mrs. Keeler, you won't.

Martha needs help, a special kind of help.

And maybe for the first time in her life, she's going to get it.

Well, Miss Keeler, how do you feel now?

You were given something down in receiving, weren't you?

Yes.

And how do you feel?

Eyeballs ache?

Your joints?

Yes. But nothing unbearable.

No deep -seated chill.

You're a fine -looking woman, Miss Keeler.

According to this, you've been injecting mainlining less than three months. Is

that true?

Say it, please.

Yes.

You're not frightened?

No. Good.

Mostly nervous.

Good.

I'll tell you, Miss Keeler.

There is no permanent cure for drug addiction.

Oh, we can clean it up temporarily, yes. But only temporarily. That's the limit

of our knowledge.

Unfortunately, we have no miracle pill that will guarantee protection against

heartbreak, against loneliness.

That's why we can't promise that you'll never find yourself in some dingy hotel

room shooting a cap of heroin into a vein.

So if you're counting on guarantees, Miss Keeler, don't.

But here's what you can count on.

We're going to help you in this fight.

We're going to dig and probe and pry until we've uncovered the psychological

scars that brought you here.

Then we're going to start building.

It will take effort on your part, effort on our part, but between us, we can

almost... guarantee that we're going to beat this thing.

And if we do, you'll never cease to bless the day you've summoned up the

to walk through those double doors downstairs.

Now, is there anything you want to ask me?

No.

But I feel better already.

With any luck, Miss Keeler.

I'm ready for Dr. Dennis, and I asked Dr. Kildare to come in, too.

Dr. Dennis will be in direct charge of your medical treatment.

Miss Keeler, this is Dr. Dennis.

How do you do?

Miss Keeler's clinical history.

I'll drop by and discuss it with you later.

Fine. Now, will you come with me, Miss Keeler?

So you're back in the jungle, Doctor.

Do you intend to stay on?

Yes, sir, I do.

When did you decide that?

I don't know.

How did you decide it?

I don't know that either.

That's the best way to come to a decision.

Never confuse the issue with thinking.

You come back refreshed, relaxed.

Rejuvenated. We're a man short in receiving, Doctor. Report to the

once.

You'll dare get down here.

Come on, Doctor. Shake a leg. I'm waiting.

Why not get rogue? He's all yours. I've got an internal hemorrhage due to an

emergency. Don't we have anything on him? Who brought him in?

Police found him in an alley.

Not even a wallet.

Like I said, Doctor, he's all yours.

We got anything open?

Let me see, Doctor.

Oh, never mind. We'll find a place.

Come on. Come on. Let's get a move on.