All language subtitles for Dr. Kildare S01E14 Johhny Temple

Gang fight.

Call the police.

Come on, stairs. Put it out there.

He's only a kid.

They knifed him.

There were four of them.

Why did they do it?

What do they have against me?

Five more minutes.

Yeah.

300 seconds to go.

Betty Johnson starts on the service
tomorrow, doesn't she?

Miss Snuggle Bunny?

Yeah.

You know, you'd think that girl was a
medical anomaly, the way you interns

track of her. Ha! An emergency. Who has
time to ogle nurses?

You, for one.

And then there's Gersky, Mays,
Feldwetter, Gerson, Capish, Lacey,

Okay, okay.

Oh,

wouldn't you know it, a customer. Four
more minutes and I'd have been out of

here. You should be a ditch digger. They
get overtime.

I can't dig a straight ditch.

I'll remember that if you have to
operate on me.

Mike says it's a knife wound. A kid.

Dextran set him?

No, let's take a look at him first.

Get him on the table.

Is it a stab or a slash?

A stab.

Better cut away your shirt.

Hey.

What's your name?

Johnny Temple.

You feel like coughing, a gagging,
choking sensation?

This could have reached the lung. I'd
say you're a very lucky boy, Johnny.

Yeah. Four duck tails worked me over,
wrecked my clothes, carved me up.

I'm just glad this wasn't one of my
unlucky days.

This may hurt a little.

Hooligans knifing hooligans is one
thing, but when they start cutting up

kids, it burns me up.

I won't be in the way, will I?

No, no, go ahead.

How's it going, John?

John Hughes Temple, age 17.

Addressed 222 Doncaster.

Identifying mark, scar on back.

You were a long way from home, John.

I like to walk.

That's the Donnybrookers turf.

Vests and caps. It all fits.

Donnybrookers? Sounds like they make a
habit of this sort of thing.

Actually, for some time now, they've
been in our boys' club.

It's been over a year since they've been
in a scrap like this.

That kind usually revert to type sooner
or later, don't they?

Yeah?

Maybe you're right.

John, can you tell me exactly what
happened?

Well, like I said, I like to walk.

I was just... walking along, and I
started to get this headache.

Headache? Yeah, you've heard of them,
haven't you?

Do you get them very often?

Well, when I think too much. Doc.

So anyway, I stopped in the drugstore,
got something for my headache, and paid

for it with a $5 bill.

I didn't notice this guy until I stepped
out the door.

What happened then?

I forgot all about him until I reached
the alley.

Then, all of a sudden, I didn't hear
him, but I could feel him right behind

And then he hit me.

Kind of hit and shoved.

I turned around and looked at him.

I didn't know what to say.

So I didn't say anything.

He just stood there, grinning.

And enjoying it.

And then I saw the knife.

He had it in his left hand.

And he switched it to his right.

And I started to run down the alley.

Then everything was kind of confused.

He grabbed me and we fell over and
knocked over a garbage can.

I heard him whistle.

And then it seemed like there were ten
of them working me over.

And it's the last thing I remember clear
till you came.

That knife, was it a switchblade?

The kind rangers use with brass knuckle
handguard.

Doctor, the parents are in the waiting
room. I'll be right out.

Okay, wrap him up.

Oh, Johnny, I'll let your parents see
you in a couple of minutes. First, Miss

Callahan will bandage that cut and give
you a sedative. I don't need a sedative.

When the Novocaine wears off, you'll
need a sedative.

Johnny, can you give me any description
at all of the other boys?

Carl!

Mrs. Temple?

How's my boy? He's all right. I'm Dr.
Kildare. Carl Temple, this is my wife,

Grace. What happened?

Well, I don't want you to worry. I asked
you what happened. Carl.

Look, Buster, I've had experience with
hospital. You guys can speak English if

you really try.

Now, what happened?

He was jumped by a teenage gang.

One of them used a knife on him.

No.

What happened to them?

I don't know.

Medical facts, I can help you. Anything
else, you'll have to ask your son or the

police. Now, just a minute. Mr.

Stemple, there's only one wound. As far
as we can tell, it isn't serious.

We would like to keep Johnny for a 24
-hour observation.

I'm finished, Doctor.

Well, thanks.

Whatever you think is best, Dr. Kildare.

Good.

Miss Callahan will take you to him.

This way, please.

Morning. How am I doing?

According to your charts, you're doing
fine.

Sit up, we'll have a look.

Ouch!

Quiet, you'll give me a bad reputation.

I think maybe I'll give a real good
holler.

Go ahead.

I'll give you something to holler about.

I understand you hardly touched your
breakfast this morning.

You call that stuff breakfast?

Doc, sit still.

Doc, I think they're trying to poison
me.

We don't usually get that complaint
until the third day.

I would tell my folks to bring in my
food.

Good, good. Have them bring seconds. I
could use a good meal.

Well, you're doing fine.

Any more complaints?

You're a pretty fair doctor, you know.

Still, you miss a few things.

I've been thinking.

I decided to become a doctor myself.

Well, that's fine, Johnny.

I'd make a good one.

Mr. Markell, how are you feeling?

Pure. How else?

I should have gone home yesterday.

Delicious.

But you're on a salt -free diet.

Your own sister brings it. You got to
eat it.

Well, tell her not to fold it next time.

Dr. Kildare told you not to eat that.

If he didn't want me to eat it, he would
have taken with him.

You shouldn't eat that. You're on a salt
-free diet.

Hey, what?

You... I told you not to eat that.

Any more complaints?

Oh, no, no, no.

It was just only soup, anyway.

Good

morning.

Thank you for the vote of confidence,
Doctor.

Anytime, Miss Johnson.

Anytime I can be of service.

Kildare?

Yes, Dr. Gomer? You're handling the
young man with the knife wound, John

That's right.

He gave one of the nurse's aides a rough
time this morning.

Well, apparently he didn't want any
breakfast.

Well, the kitchen supervisor tells me
Temple shoved the tray back at the girl

quite viciously, hard enough to raise a
well to cross her ribs.

I'll talk to him. Do that.

Why, you look like you're feeling
better.

Sure, I feel great.

What are those?

You wouldn't recognize their name.
Besides, I can't even pronounce it.

If Dr. Kildare prescribed them, he would
have given them to me himself.

Come on now, be a good boy.

What the devil?

That Johnny Temple.

An accident?

Not in my book.

Johnny?

Hi, Doc.

What seems to be the trouble?

I think I got the black plague.

You know what I mean.

Oh, her?

Yeah.

Believe me, Doc, I feel worse about that
than she does.

How clumsy can a guy get?

She told me it was no accident.

I'd keep an eye on that nurse if I were
you, Doc.

Why?

Because she and that... that foreigner
are working up something together.

Against you?

Against us.

That's mine!

Took it off your breakfast tray.

Doc, please, they're after me. I know
it.

Please, Doc, I've got to have the knife.
Please, Doc, please. I need the knife,

Doc. Please.

Please. Please.

Please. Please, Doc.

So you think you have a patient who
might belong on our psychiatric service?

That's right, Dr. Goulding. As a matter
of fact, I think... Just one question.

You're not specializing in psychiatry.

Do you, by any chance, suffer from a
compulsive urge to diagnose mental

disorders? Sir?

When you go to a party, do you have two
drinks and start psychoanalyzing the

girls?

Dr. Golden, I'm an internist. After two
drinks, I start looking for congested

lungs.

You know, about once a month, some well
-meaning intern drags a harmless little

old lady in here because she happens to
like molasses for breakfast on her bacon

and eggs.

Well, that isn't the case this time.

All right, then. Get on with it.

The patient is John Hughes Temple, male,
Caucasian, age 17. You can skip the

incidentals. Just tell me why you think
he should be up here with us.

Dr. Kildare, you either have a case or
you don't. In 25 words or less, tell me

why the patient in question should be of
interest to me.

That's considerably less than 25 words.

Sit down, Doctor.

Sit down.

Hi.

Jim.

Trouble?

What would you think if I asked you to
drop in and see my itchings?

The obvious.

What would you think if I asked you to
drop up and talk to my psychiatrist?

Also the obvious.

That's what I thought.

I'm going to have to resort to trickery.

Which question are we working on?

Listen, I persuaded Dr. Golden to talk
to... The big psychiatric will? Right.

He promised to talk to Johnny Temple at
2 o 'clock, but now I've got to get

Johnny up there.

He'll get sharp. He knows we can't force
him to talk to Golden if he doesn't

want to.

Well, how are you going to do it?

Oh, doctor.

Anytime you want to work on that other
question.

Hi, Doc. Hi, Johnny.

Doc, I've been thinking.

You were right.

I really didn't need that knife.

It's kind of embarrassing for me,
Johnny.

What is?

Well, I... I mentioned you to one of the
important doctors here at the hospital.

About the knife?

Yeah, yeah. He said that after what
happened to you in that alley, you

felt better having something to protect
yourself with.

Oh, that's what I told you.

I know, I know.

Oh, and he said, too, that you... you
might have a point about some of the

things that are going on around here.

You say this guy's one of the big shots?

One of the biggest. Chief of psychiatry.

Psychiatry? Right. The head man.

He's interested in you.

Why?

Well, I told him about those headaches
you've been having.

He said that if you could drop up, he
might be able to help you.

I doubt that.

Why do you say that?

You know what doctors like you make your
mistake?

You think a headache starts in a
person's head.

You know what a headache really is?

It's when people don't like you.

When they think bad thoughts about you.

And their minds send out brain waves.

Like radar.

They concentrate on you from all
different directions.

And they get inside your head.

And that's what really hurts.

Well, you ought to know.

But he is a big shot.

You aren't afraid to talk to him, are
you?

Hello, Johnny.

I'm Dr. Golden.

Have a seat.

Don't you want me to lie on a couch?

Not unless you want to be a patient.

No, I just want to talk to you.

About the knife?

Oh, that isn't important.

Although, uh, Dr. Kildare seemed to get
pretty excited about it, didn't he?

He sure did.

Dr. Kildare.

I don't know.

What do you think about him?

I don't know. He's all right, I guess.

In fact, at first I kind of liked the
guy, but... There's no

chance he's trying to get you a job, is
there?

Not a chance.

Why?

He probably didn't mean half the things
he said.

But he did say he didn't think you ran
this, uh, psychiatrics the way it should

be run.

Yeah.

What else did he say?

Well, Doctor, this is kind of hard to
believe. I could hardly believe it

when I first overheard it.

But Kildare and that woman, the nurse,
the one that stirred up all this

well, they were talking, you see.

And they didn't know I could overhear
them.

They were outside the door.

I don't know why it's that way, Doc.

There's nothing I would like better.

Nothing than a world where everyone
isn't turned against you.

Why do they do it?

But I'll tell you one thing, seriously.

Guys like you and me, we gotta beat them
to the punch.

We gotta stick together, Doc.

Oh, Doctor, I just came up to see...
What's the diagnosis?

Doctor, Johnny Temple is acute paranoid
schizophrenic. Every classic symptom

right down the line.

I was hoping I was wrong.

Unfortunately, you weren't.

That boy presents a potential danger to
himself and to everybody around him.

What are you going to do?

I've already asked his parents to come
over.

Let's go see Gillespie.

Are the parents here?

I've called them.

You examine him once, Dave. Are you
certain? Leonard, you know my pet peeve.

I hate know -it -all psychiatrists who
examine a patient for one hour and form

conclusive diagnosis.

Isn't that what you're doing?

That's how certain I am about this boy.

And you recommend... Immediate
committal.

Mr. Dave.

Call Dr. Dubrow. Tell him I can't play
golf this afternoon. If something's

turned up, it'll keep me here.

Yes, Dr. Gillespie.

Oh, when Mr. and Mrs.

Temple call, show them in.

Believe me, we understand how difficult
this is for you.

But the picture is not entirely black.

This is the 20th century and not the
Dark Ages.

There is hope and there is help for the
mentally ill.

Listen, mister.

Don't tell me my kid's sick in the head.
I don't want to hear that anymore.

You must be mistaken, Doctor.

I wish we were.

I don't want to hear anymore.

The kid was worked over by a gang.

He was knifed.

He lost blood.

He was scared.

Then you guys start picking away at him.
Sure, he acts a little funny. Anybody

would. What do you guys think you're
pulling off here anyway?

Mr. Temple, a paranoid schizophrenic
personality does not spring into

full -blown.

Development can usually be traced far
back into childhood.

So? The development pattern has certain
clear -cut and definite characteristics.

I suspect that Johnny's behavior has
given you and your wife much concern.

Well, he's intelligent. He's... a
sensitive boy. That type person is...

Well, they're always a little bit moody
and withdrawn.

I'm referring to more alarming symptoms,
Mrs. Temple.

The fabrication of elaborate, sometimes
malicious fantasies.

Occasional uncontrollable outbursts of
violence directed against playmates and

pets.

Perhaps even the torture of animals.

Now listen, John is only 17.

He's doing a lot of things now he'll
grow out of. I was no angel myself, but

grew out of it. I turned out all right.
You creeps are building mountains here.

You're all a little cracked yourselves.
Shut up and listen.

that Looney is a world -famous
psychiatrist, a man who has written

man who has devoted his life to the
study of mental aberration and mental

disease.

If that man says that your son poses a
threat to himself and to those around

him, then your son does pose a threat to
himself and those around him. So what

is that supposed to mean? Let me finish.

I am being brutal.

Yes. I am being brutal because now, here
in this room, we are facing a brutal

fact. Your son is not responsible for
his own actions. That's enough. We're

leaving. Why isn't Johnny up here? You
heard me telephone for him. Well, when

gets here, we're walking out. And you
mark this.

If you try to have him committed, if you
have him dragged off by white coats

with the neighbors looking on, if you
ruin his life, I'll raise a stink like

you've never smelled.

I'll throw so much garbage at Blair,
this building will be covered up to the

flagpole. I'll sue you, I'll sue him,
I'll sue Blair and everything connected

with it, including that punk intern.

Oh, Carl, please.

Yes? John Temple is here.

Let go.

Come on, we're getting out of here.

John.

I'm Dr. Gillespie. Now, just a minute,
you. Carl.

Your father's taking you home, John.

That's his right.

We'd like you to stay here.

Yeah, I know.

Just remember, we know there are times
when you feel completely alone. You feel

lost and frightened.

You need desperately someone to turn to.

Someone you can trust.

The next time you feel all alone, we'd
like to help you.

Our doors are always open.

Come on, boy.

Dad, you know what they try to do to me
in there?

What I want to know is what you did to
get them all worked up like this. What

started this fuss?

I spilled a glass of water on a nurse.

Well, that's not so bad.

I could have done that myself.

Some of those nurses, they... What else?

The knife. They showed me a knife.

Dad, you know that guy in the room with
me, the dark complexion man?

Well, I think he was a real psycho.

And I was afraid of him.

Makes sense, doesn't it?

I don't know.

Is that all? Now, are you sure that's
all?

What else do you think I did?

Okay, I snuck into the operating room
and I cut off a guy's leg.

Boy, you're really asking for it.
Please, now both of you, please.

What about it, Leonard?

Did we petition for committal?

Well, there's no question about it, is
there?

You must forgive our innocent young
colleague, Dave. He has not yet been

to the hazards of forensic medicine.

Kildare, do you think Temple was making
conversation when he threatened to haul

Dr. Golden and myself, Blair Hospital,
and you into a court of law?

No. But he can't. He can't.

He can't.

But he can.

and with considerable prospect of
success.

Do you know, Dr. Kildare, that in our
enlightened state there is no law

protecting institutions such as Blair in
situations like this?

No. You would think that on our statutes
there would be a provision stipulating

that when a verified petition for
committal is filed and probable cause

initiating such a petition is shown...

that then neither the signer of the
petition nor his superiors nor the

institution which may employ him could
be held liable.

But no, we have no such protection.

And further, even if we prove probable
cause and then the jury cannot agree

the boy should be committed, then we can
all, severally and collectively, be

held liable for any mental suffering
which the boy or his family had

as a result of our action.

But, sir, this boy's a walking time
bomb. We've got to do something.

Kildare, this is a matter for the board
to decide after we consult our lawyers.

Well, how long will that take? Aren't
you still on duty?

Excuse me.

Miss Day?

Yes, Dr. Mennon.

Call Mr.

Davitt. Tell him I would like him to set
up a board meeting this afternoon.

All I need is a quorum. And get one of
our attorneys over here.

Preferably John Wilkes.

Cancel all my appointments.

I'll be busy here for the rest of the
day.

Dave, you'd better sit in on this.

What do you think our chances are?

Well, the board has never voted for a
committal in a situation like this yet.

Maybe this time.

Oh, Al, where's Gerson? Grabbing some
sack time. Why?

I wanted him to cover for me.

Could you manage it?

Sure have to stretch myself.

Okay, sure.

Thanks.

What's the big worry?

The time bomb.

I'm afraid it might explode. I'll
explain later.

Johnny?

Johnny?

Would you like something to eat?

No, I'm not hungry, Mom. How do you
feel?

Still a little sore.

No, I mean...

Great, Mom, just great.

Newspaper, boys.

I got over 1 ,500 square feet of lawn
out there. You'd think they'd hit it

in a while.

Oh, no, in the bushes every time.

Where's Johnny?

Oh, he went into his room to lie down.

Yes, Mom.

Are you sure you don't want something?

Johnny?

No, Mom, I don't want anything.

We'll have supper soon.

What are we going to do about Johnny?

We've talked about a military academy. I
guess this is it.

I'll make the arrangements in the
morning.

He doesn't want to go to one.

He said he'd run away.

Military academies know how to handle
boys like Johnny.

Dr. Kildare.

I hate to bother you, Mrs. Temple, but
may I come in?

What did you do? Follow us home? What
kind of a stunt is this?

No, I didn't follow you. I got your
address from the hospital records.

Mr. Temple, I just want to help Johnny.

He and I hit it off pretty well in the
hospital, and I thought if we could...

Yes, last night he told us about that.
You keep out of this.

Johnny's no longer at your hospital.

I know, that's... why I came here.

You were pretty upset this afternoon in
Dr. Gillespie's office.

I thought that maybe now if we could
just talk... You thought you might

where your boss failed, is that it?

You came here to ask me to put my boy in
an asylum?

Mr. Temple, we're just trying to help
him. That would be quite a feather in

cap now, wouldn't it?

Oh, look, I've got nothing to gain
personally from this. No?

Well, in fact, I could be called on the
carpet for coming here.

But I didn't figure that was too
important right now.

The important thing is Johnny.

And that wound on his back.

You wouldn't have thought of treating
that yourselves.

You wanted a doctor to treat it. If
Johnny were sick with polio or

you'd want a hospital where he could get
the best medical treatment available.

Well, Mr. Temple, right now Johnny is
sick.

We don't want to lock him up behind
bars. We don't want to throw him away in

some dungeon.

He'd be in a hospital.

A clean, modern hospital with doctors to
take care of him. All right, all right,

that's enough.

Now you stay out of it.

Look, Kildare, you're still an intern,
aren't you? You've got a lot to learn.

Well, you can start right now by
learning this.

There's nothing wrong with my boy that a
little strict discipline won't fix.

Now, I'm a patient man.

I wasted the best part of my day with
your Dr. Gillespie.

I let you come into my home and talk,
wasting my time again telling me what

think. Well, I've had it. I'm fed up.
Now get out!

Boy, you've got exactly 30 seconds.

Go on, Dr. Kildare.

You heard him.

You're the one that started all this
trouble.

Johnny, I wasn't trying to start
trouble. I was trying to prevent it.

I'm still trying to prevent it. You
spied on me. You told lies about me.

just like all the rest.

I ought to... Go ahead, say it.

Johnny, will you answer one question?

Did you start that fight yesterday?

What fight?

The one that put you in the hospital.

Whatever made you think a thing like
that?

It was just a hunch, Johnny.

But it makes sense.

Your 30 seconds is up, doctor.

If he did start that fight yesterday, he
could have killed somebody.

He could have been killed himself.

I hope things work out for you.

I still can't figure out why we were
even called.

As I understand it, the boy is a minor.

His parents removed him from the
hospital. That's right, isn't it? Yes,

Well, then, for my money, he is no
longer the hospital's responsibility.

George, the moment Dr.

Golden examined John Temple and made his
diagnosis, the boy became a

responsibility of Blair General
Hospital.

He remains a moral responsibility and,
to a certain extent, a legal

responsibility, even though he has been
removed from the premises.

That point is not open to argument.

That is, if this hospital is to continue
to fulfill one of its basic functions,

which is to serve and protect society as
a whole, as well as the individual.

He's right about that, George.

This is not a question of what we should
do. The boy presents a danger to

society. We should sign a petition to
have him committed for observation.

But the real question is, first, can we
succeed in having the boy committed? And

secondly, will we even try?

If you want my advice, I'm like this. I
still don't like the smell of it. Well,

let's concentrate on whether we can have
him committed.

You're the attorney, Jack.

Doctor, you say you only examined the
boy once.

Once, for just under an hour. Then how
could you possibly... The boy evinced

the classic symptoms of paranoia.

I still don't see... George, please.

No other examination.

No consulting psychiatrist present. No.

And the parents will definitely fight a
petition.

I think we can count on that.

They can demand a jury trial, can't
they?

Yes, and they will.

Leonard, I know we have to go into this
in further detail, but it is my first

impression that we're sticking our necks
way out.

Well, gentlemen, so that we know where
we all stand, let's see what the other

first impressions are among those seven
of us who are going to cast a vote.

Will those who feel that we should
initiate committal proceedings, please

indicate?

Aye.

Johnny?

Johnny?

If the patient is ready, Miss Johnson,
I'll cut out the part of the brain that

sends out the evil thoughts.

I'll make a good doctor.

Dr. Temple.

Dr. John Hughes Temple.

Carl. What on earth's the matter with
you anyway? Why don't you go to bed?

I can't, Carl.

I'm worried about Johnny.

Well, what is it you're trying to do?
What are you trying to prove?

I only want to do what's best for
Johnny.

And you think I don't?

Well, I think sending him to a military
school is... Grace, we've been over that

and over it and over it again.

Now, what do you want to do? Send that
boy in there to a mental institution?

Ruin his whole life? Is that it?

Ruin our lives?

You're his mother, Grace.

What are you going to say to him on
visiting day? What on earth can you say

him? How will you face our friends? What
will you tell them?

I'm frightened, Carl.

Dr. Kildare said... I don't want to hear
that man's name in our house again.

Look, I'm Johnny's father.

I think I know him better than some wet
-behind -the -ears intern.

Do you?

Do you really?

You don't know your own son, Carl.

Oh, Grace.

You've been picking away at me all
evening long.

I know you love him.

But you don't show it.

When did you ever sit down and talk to
him?

Try to find out what he wants out of
life. What he likes.

What he doesn't like.

When did you ever take him fishing? Or
when did you ever... Will you get off my

back? I want to finish my story.

Home to bed, huh?

Not just yet.

Talk about slave labor.

You work the same hours he does?

Only when I think he might need me.

They still in there?

Can't go on much longer.

It's so quiet, they must be taking a
vote.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

Well, good, I'm glad to hear it.

Kids like that shouldn't be running
around loose.

He's the one all right.

He was still carrying the knife your son
described.

Commando job.

Brass knuckle hand guard, long blade.

Would you describe that knife again,
please?

And it has something, looks like a T
scratched on the handle.

I guess in the fight your son couldn't
have seen that.

He's not telling us anything.

Sure, Mr. Temple.

Anytime. Who was that?

Grace.

Have you seen my old commander knife?

It's in Johnny's room with his
collection. Why?

That was the police.

I don't understand. What was he doing
with Johnny's knife?

I... I think maybe the doctors were
right.

Johnny's sicker than we thought.

I'll have to phone Gillespie in the
morning.

Oh, Carl.

Johnny?

I must have lost it.

You're lying.

The police have that knife.

They took it off the kid you tangled
with in the alley.

That's where I must have lost it.

Don't get smart with me. You went down
there carrying that knife.

Okay, okay, so what? So what?

Why?

Were you hoping you'd get a chance to
use it?

I think that intern was right.

You started that fight.

You wanted to knife that kid.

Well, what happened? Did he take it away
from you? Did you get stabbed with your

own knife?

Yeah, yeah. Who cares? Who cares?

I do.

Yeah, you care. A lot you care.

You're just like all the other slobs.

Please, Johnny.

I know I don't show it very well, but
you mean an awful lot to me.

Big deal.

Please, son.

Grace.

Grace.

We did it.

Four to three, but we did it.

Let me get my car, sir.

Oh, thank you. No, I think I'll walk.

If I get to bed too quickly, I'll just
have a headache.

I have to stop thinking by degrees, like
an old stern wheeler reversing its

paddle.

We made progress today.

We broke ground that has never been
broken.

It takes time to keep pounding away, but
eventually it does get broken.

Can't help thinking about that boy,
Johnny Temple.

The wheels are rolling.

It won't be long now until we can help
him.

Keep him out of trouble.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night, sir.

Anything wrong, kid?

Is the doctor in there?

Sure. There are lots of them.

I can't remember his name.

Don't you feel well?

I've got to tell him.

Then I'm scared.

Look, don't worry about it.

Come on, we're going inside.

Thank you.