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[theme music]

[clock ticking]

What are you doing?

Thinking.

About what?

I was remembering that summer after Rachel was born.

We put the hammock up in the yard.

All three of us would get in.

Have a nap together.

Remember?

Yeah.

I love you.

Jen, we've been sharing the same bed for a week.

I'm not ready yet, Mark.

Ah!

"What a glorious morn!

"Night's candles have burnt out

"and jocund day stands tiptoe

on the misty mountain tops."

Joined a Shakespearian theater group.

I'm gonna play Romeo.

‐ Comic version? ‐ No!

Oh.

Hmm.

"But soft

"what light through yonder window breaks?

"It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.

"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon

who is already sick and pale with jealousy."

Sick and pale is right.

Ah, nuts to you.

[growling]

[laughs]

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

I picked it up in New Guinea last summer.

I've got a room full of drunks left over from the night shift.

Wanna help wake 'em up?

Not really.

Suit yourself.

[growls softly]

‐ First time you've been robbed? ‐ Yeah.

For two years I've been driving my cab, no problems.

‐ Ah, it was time. ‐ Cleaned you out, huh?

Yeah, money, but not my camera or books.

That's good.

‐ Are you single? ‐ Why?

A lot of good‐looking guys here.

'Doctors, businessmen.'

I run a, ow, I run a dating service out of the cab.

For ten bucks, take your picture, you're in the book.

‐ Check it out. ‐ No, thank you.

It works.

All these people get married

after meeting through my cab.

'Now, this lady runs her own business.'

Married a lawyer, boom.

And look, this guy's a, this guy is a doctor.

Hey, that's Dr. Cvetic.

Oh, my God!

‐ Oh, you know Dr. Div? ‐ I used to.

This lady owns a chain of mortuaries.

‐ Big bucks. ‐ She's fine.

'Oh, yeah!'

Clean the cut. I'll have Carter stitch him up.

Something's wrong?

‐ That's her old boyfriend. ‐ Oh!

Write up his aftercare, call the pharmacy with med renewals.

(William) 'Get along, now.'

Bleh!

Keep moving.

‐ Hey, you. You. ‐ Huh?

‐ Did you get a doughnut? ‐ Uh‐uh.

Bleh!

See you next time.

Simple pleasures.

By the way, I got your application

for the ER sub‐internship

with recommendations from Lewis and Greene

but I didn't get one from you.

I wasn't aware Mr. Carter had applied

for an ER sub‐internship.

[clears throat] Yeah, uh, it's just sort of a backup.

So we're not your first choice?

No, no, no! Uh..

I just...haven't made up my mind yet

between ER and surgery.

So whatever. I need your evaluation of Mr. Carter

as soon as you can.

[William humming]

[theme music]

Hey, buddy. You just get here?

I'm on eight to eight.

‐ Six to three. ‐ Nine hours?

I'm assistant coaching Jake's baseball game.

Baseball? It's a big step in any relationship.

Yeah, I hope nobody asks me to explain

the infield fly rule.

So how goes Milwaukee?

Ah, commute's not bad

but emotionally, I don't know.

Oh, hey, don't say that. You're my domestic role model.

Big Kahuna say anything about the attending gig?

No, and I'm not holding my breath.

Gentlemen, good timing.

Kid in three bumped his head.

Thank you.

What do we have for Dr. Greene?

You don't have to run the board. I'm happy to do it.

Thanks, I'd just as soon handle it.

Nobody's taken the knee lac in five.

What the heck? Why don't I take it?

(Carter) I just needed a fallback.

You said yourself there's no guarantee

I'm gonna get the surgical sub‐internship.

There are no guarantees in life, Carter.

Peter, there's a lady from ELS on the line.

Never heard of 'em. Take a message.

And I don't have time to write a recommendation for you either.

Put something on paper, and I'll sign it.

‐ Peter? ‐ What?

It's your student loan service.

You're three months behind on your payments.

Okay, OB is on the fourth floor. Your appointment's at 8:30.

Great! I get to sit around and wait for two hours.

After your checkup

go to Social Services on the main floor

and ask for Miss Harding.

She'll help you apply for WIC, AFDC and food stamps.

[exhales]

So how do I get home?

Bus.

What about lunch?

I made you an egg salad sandwich.

I forgot it.

You forgot it on purpose.

I hate egg salad.

I'll make dinner for you tonight.

No! Chloe, don't! Don't!

John, John. May I call you John?

‐ Sure. ‐ Here is a good one for you.

Pretty, huh? No? Huh?

Kinda serious.

Turn‐ons, motorcycles and water sports.

Oh, vroom, vroom. Heh heh. Sounds like a wild one.

"Seeks a man who enjoys fine dining

"romantic evenings, must be athletic

and pro death penalty." I don't know.

You wanna get in the book, John?

Just ten bucks. Huh?

No thanks.

I'm gonna take you over to Radiology.

'Dr. Lewis wants to get an X‐ray of your eye'

'to make sure that you don't have any fractures.'

Okay.

Hey, you fix me up

I'll put you in for free.

So, John, tell me your turn‐ons.

But..

I'm telling you we should've eloped.

‐ What now? ‐ This woman calls me up.

Says she's getting married at St. Luke's right after us.

Could we share the same flowers?

‐ Why not? Split the cost. ‐ Well, that's what I said.

But then she said she'd only pay a third

because the flowers would be used for her wedding.

Forget her.

I'm telling you, between that, the guest list

the bridesmaids' shoes, it's out of control.

We still have to write our vows.

‐ Oh, God. ‐ Hey, it's okay.

We'll have lunch and figure out what we're gonna say.

[sighs]

‐ John. ‐ Hey, Diane.

‐ Hi. ‐ Oh.

Ah, Diane Leeds.

She helped me, uh, beat

a malpractice case a few years ago.

‐ Oh. ‐ Which was totally bogus.

This is my, uh, fiancee, Carol Hathaway.

‐ Hi. ‐ Carol.

I heard a lot about you.

From...Doug?

‐ Mm. From John. ‐ Oh!

Doug?

Well...Diane and Doug Ross

are going out, am I right?

Yes, we are.

Oh, I‐I‐I didn't know that.

[elevator bell dings]

So when's the happy day?

‐ May 18. ‐ At St. Luke's.

St. Luke's is a beautiful church.

I love going to weddings there.

Oh, you should come.

Well, that would be great.

‐ I'm gonna go find Doug. ‐ It was good to see you.

You, too, John. Bye‐bye.

Bye.

Why did you do that? Now she's gonna bring Ross.

I don't know. It just popped out.

Give me the bullet.

Thirty four‐year‐old male

high‐speed collision with a tree.

‐ 'Vitals?' ‐ 'BP's 110/85.'

‐ 'Pulse 88.' ‐ Responds to pain.

Pupils are equal, round and reactive to light.

Let's get an X‐ray in here. We need a lateral C‐spine.

‐ How's his belly? ‐ Not rigid.

‐ 'Bowel sounds normal.' ‐ 'Coma score's nine.'

‐ Borderline for brain damage. ‐ Could be worse.

Oh, yes. He's a contender.

Stand by with Norcuron, Dilantin.

Call for a CT, and make sure no one's on the table.

‐ How's his pressure? ‐ Holding.

Excuse me, doctor, I think

you left this in my bedroom last night.

Uh‐huh, you see, that's what happens

when you're forced to dress in the dark.

You think there's ever gonna come a..

‐ Hi. ‐ Hi.

...come a time when I don't have to slink off

in the wee hours to avoid corrupting your son?

I certainly hope so.

So did you change your meeting?

Ah, it didn't work.

I'm going to miss your coaching debut.

[sighs] Well, Jake will be disappointed.

Are you kidding? He's thrilled you're gonna be there.

So, now, tell me this.

Why is he wearing his socks inside out?

Oh, well, you know, Jake's in kind of a slump.

Slump? He's hitting triple zero.

Mm, that's right, so I told him whenever I hit a slump

I like to change things

you know, wear my socks inside out.

Anything to turn it around.

Yeah, that's one piece of advice

I never would have thought of.

That's why it's a good thing I'm here. Come here.

‐ 'Pulse ox?' ‐ 'Ninety two.'

‐ Hematocrit's 44. ‐ Do we have a name?

Clothes are on the cart.

‐ Anyone seen X‐ray? ‐ I'll check.

Name's Donald Costanza.

‐ How's his pressure? ‐ Holding.

I have a letter here, "Dear, Amy."

(Susan) 'Single vehicle into a tree, could be a suicide.'

Let's hear it.

"I gave up everything

"because you were all that mattered.

'Without you, I'm already dead."'

‐ Not if I can help it. ‐ Dr. Greene?

Solo MVA, apparent suicide attempt.

‐ GCS nine, non‐focal. ‐ Pulse ox down to 90.

‐ Tube him? ‐ I'm worried about the spine.

'Nasal airway's okay for now.'

Head this bad needs intubation.

I want to clear his C‐spine first.

That's the wrong choice. Tube him now.

I wanna see an X‐ray.

I'm not gonna argue with you.

Versed 4 mgs, then 10 Norcuron.

Susan, hand me the laryngoscope, please.

‐ Intubation tray. ‐ 'And 7.5 ET tube. Come on.'

'In‐line traction.'

CT on that suicidal car wreck shows a small subdural bleed.

That's no indication for surgery.

‐ Any change in his status? ‐ He's still unconscious.

‐ What do you think? ‐ Time will tell.

Susan, that girl from the letter, Amy

she's on her way in.

‐ How'd you find her? ‐ She called us.

Tell me that you didn't just get into a pissing match with Swift

and walk out of a trauma.

‐ I did. ‐ So what do you wanna do?

You wanna just throw the attending job out the window?

It's already gone, Doug.

You know, I don't even really care.

Who are you kidding, Mark?

You worked seven years for this job.

If you lose it over this petty crap, buddy

you're a fool.

Pardon me. Are you a doctor?

Yeah. Unwrap it. Let's see.

Argh!

I was cutting a bagel.

Wiggle your fingers.

[sighs]

Superficial.

Carter, got another one for you.

Irrigate and stitch.

If I'm not mistaken, this is Mr. Howard Davis

of the Davis Cardiac Wing

they just built in this hospital.

I know you.

John Carter. I went to school with your son.

‐ Johnny Carter. How are you? ‐ Fine. Thank you.

Mr. Davis, William Swift.

I'm chairman of the Emergency Department.

We met at the board of directors dinner.

‐ Oh, good to see you. ‐ Uh‐huh.

Bagel got away from me.

Well, they should come with instructions.

Jerry, call Bissel, chief of Hand Surgery

and get Plastics down here to take a peek at this.

‐ Let them know it's Mr. Davis. ‐ Right.

Are you injured anywhere else?

No, but I noticed

this little bump in the corner of my eye.

Jerry, Zimmerman from the Eye Institute.

Right.

In the meantime Dr. Benton,

a senior surgical resident

will clean and irrigate your wound.

‐ Peter. ‐ Uh, right this way.

Listen, can Johnny come along?

By all means.

Hope it wasn't the hand he writes the checks with.

‐ Hello? ‐ 'What happened?'

Brenda is burning with fever. She can barely walk.

Brenda, hey, hi. I'm Dr. Ross.

You tell me where it hurts. Here, sit down.

My head...neck.

Okay. Touch your chin to your chest.

‐ Ow! ‐ Petechia on her arm.

‐ Anyone else feel sick? ‐ Put her in an iso room.

Get a CBC, chem 7, cultures times three.

‐ Are you thinking meningitis? ‐ That's right.

Mother was a nurse before she started coaching.

You two are mother and daughter?

Doug, they're from St. Josephine's.

'They're nuns.'

Mother's a nun. I'm almost a nun.

Okay. Ha ha. Uh, we'll do a spinal tap on Brenda

to confirm meningitis.

Because it's so contagious we're gonna have to isolate

the rest of you and examine everyone for petechia

uh, this red spots that indicate infection.

Come on, everybody. This way.

[indistinct chattering]

Come on, girls. A little hustle.

I hope everybody brought their play book.

How is he?

Amy?

He has a severe concussion and some brain swelling.

Right now he's in a coma.

‐ Is he gonna be okay? ‐ We don't know yet.

We have to wait and see how much he wakes up.

We, uh, found a letter he wrote, addressed to you.

It appears he tried to commit suicide.

I know.

I saw the car.

He made sure that he did it just down the block from my place.

Has he done this before?

When we broke up last time

he locked himself in the John at work, took some pills.

They said it was a cry for help, you know.

I never thought he'd do it for real.

[whispering] Oh, Donny. Oh, you jerk.

(Mr. Davis) 'Greg was never as focused as you.'

'He dropped out of Brown.'

'Spent a semester at the Sorbonne.'

Finally, one of his pals got him a job

in the mail room at "Newsweek."

Now he's doing celebrity profiles

for "Vanity Fair."

[chuckles]

Well, that's great.

He seems happy.

And you?

Well, I'm doing pretty good.

Uh, I've been training with Dr. Benton, here.

‐ Learned a lot. ‐ Good.

That's good.

‐ Do you still ride? ‐ No. No time.

I'll never forget that dressage exhibition

'you put on, senior year at prep.'

The way you pranced that horse around the ring.

'It was like a ballet.'

What kind of horse was that?

Icelandic pony.

White, wasn't it?

[chuckles]

[clears throat] I can't believe you remember.

It made an impression.

'And the name.'

'You'd given it a peculiar name.'

What was it?

[clears throat]

Marigold.

That's right.

Marigold.

Power forwards, make sure you post up at the bottom.

Watch the pick‐and‐roll in here.

Mount St. Mary's has good shooters

We'll have to run them into the ground.

‐ Mother Lawrence? ‐ Yes.

Doctor, how is she?

Well, she has bacterial meningitis.

We put her on some antibiotics

and admitted her into intensive care.

Will she be alright?

It'll be a few days. I think she's gonna be fine.

As a precaution, Dr. Ross and I are going to examine

everyone and give you all a drug called Rifampin

but because it can be hazardous to pregnancies

everyone first needs to take a pregnancy test.

I think Sister Elizabeth and I can be exempt

from that procedure.

But as for the rest of them, definitely.

Doctor, Donny opened his eyes.

Donny, can you hear me?

'Follow my finger with your eyes.'

'Do you remember what happened to you?'

Take a deep breath in.

Tidal volume's good.

Okay, I'm going to take the tube

out of your throat.

Take a deep breath in and out.

[coughing]

'You alright?'

Amy.

'Am..'

'Amy.'

(Doug) 'Uh, there's no sign of petechia here.'

You feeling okay?

He's cute.

Okay.

[sighs]

Seven down, eight to go. Who's next?

Examining all these girls

in one day must be a fantasy come true.

Ha ha. Fifteen years too late.

Ah, shoot. I'll be right back.

‐ Hi. ‐ Lunch?

I can't. I've got 15 girls exposed to meningitis.

Well, I guess we'll do it tonight.

I'm going to my mother's for dinner.

When are we gonna write these vows?

I don't know, this weekend?

We're supposed to go over them

with the priest on Saturday.

[sighs] Well, what do you want me to do?

Nothing. Let's forget it.

Let's just bag our vows, huh?

‐ Tag, come on. ‐ Just forget it.

It's not worth it, huh.

You have a problem with authority, doctor?

Not generally

but when it's enforced arbitrarily

and undermines my authority, I resent it.

You feel like I'm encroaching on you?

Before you got here, I ran the board.

Had a free hand in making treatment decisions

and nobody would contradict me in the middle of a trauma.

You feel I've stepped on your entitlements?

Is that it?

You treat me like a med student

not someone who's been chief resident for almost a year.

You don't act like it.

David Morgenstern told me you were

the most impressive resident he'd ever seen.

And I'm thinking, is this the same guy?

You come in late. Your attitude's bad.

It's like you don't even wanna be here.

I don't stand in front of the board all day

because I want to.

I do it because, from what I've seen

your head's not in the game.

‐ Hi. ‐ Hi.

Nurse said he's gonna be okay.

He can carry a conversation. His memory's intact.

It looks good.

He's, uh, been asking about you.

I'll bet.

I want to see him, but I'm not gonna get stuck

taking care of him.

I think he'll be able to care of himself.

You don't know Donny. He's got problems.

He gambles.

He owes so much money, I don't even know

and he's got this way of sucking you in

'getting you to do stuff.'

If he wasn't the sweetest guy in the world

I probably would have killed him myself.

Listen, if you want to see a therapist‐‐

I've done it.

That's why I'm getting on a plane in three hours.

This is it.

I am just so afraid that he's gonna do it again.

You know, really do it.

It's not easy.

Donny's the first guy who really cared about me.

But I can't be responsible.

Will you give him that, will you?

Sure.

Hey, Malik.

You see, that the girls of St. Jo's

get their first dose of Rifampin.

I'm taking off.

So nobody's pregnant, huh?

No. Hallelujah.

Chloe, are you there?

It's me.

Okay, call me when you get in.

I want to hear how everything went today.

I hate not knowing where she is.

Leaves too much to the imagination.

Are you your sister's keeper?

I didn't exactly volunteer.

So you settle everything with Swift?

No, but we did share our feelings.

And?

He thinks I need an attitude adjustment

which I probably do.

I notice you're not disagreeing.

Carter, you pick up Taylor's film?

‐ Ready in five. ‐ After you get it, go to lunch.

Twenty minutes.

Dr. Benton, you got a call

from some loan service.

Oh, God, that reminds me.

I have to start repaying my loans next month.

‐ How much you owe? ‐ Eighty five thousand.

One hundred and ten.

Must be nice not to have to worry about loans, huh, Carter?

I'll check on these films.

Is Carter loaded?

He went to school with that Davis guy's son.

‐ What do you think? ‐ So are we talking millions?

Or possibly tens of millions?

‐ Peter, got a two‐fer. ‐ Alright, let's hear it.

Apparently, this one did it on a dare.

'When the paramedics asked what happened'

'this one re‐enacted the crime.'

‐ Do we have names? ‐ Yeah, Dumb and Dumber.

We need 4 x 4s, 5‐0 Nylon.

We're okay on everything else.

[Carol yawns]

Man, I'm tired.

(Lydia) 'Not getting enough sleep?'

Say, in the last two weeks maybe four hours a night.

‐ Why is that? ‐ You know, the wedding.

So much to do.

‐ 'And so little time.' ‐ Two weeks.

Before you got married didn't you wonder

if this was the one person you were meant to spend

the rest of your life with?

I never had any doubts about Earl.

And after four years, he split.

I can't imagine Tag doing that.

He's a terrific guy, Carol.

Hmm.

Excuse me, Nurse Hathaway.

May I speak with you privately?

Sure.

I haven't taken these yet.

Why not?

It's possible that I may be pregnant.

I'll need to take a test.

Alright.

[speaking Spanish]

What happened? What happened? We need a translator.

[speaking Spanish]

His son was playing with the hanger.

‐ 'He told him not to.' ‐ Santi. Santiago.

Santi, don't cry. Don't cry.

[indistinct]

(Doug) 'Jake, keep your eye on the ball.'

'Here we go. Jake, come on, buddy.'

‐ Strike! ‐ That's okay, Jake.

That's alright. Keep your eye on the ball.

'Alright. Shake it off. Here we go.'

That's okay, Jake. Keep your eye on the ball.

Here we go. Shake it off. You got him, buddy. Let's go.

The socks are gonna work. You're gonna do it.

'Okay, let's go. You got it.'

'Let's go, Jake. Come on, buddy.'

Run, run, go!

Run. Run it out. Muff, muff it!

(umpire) 'Three out!'

That's okay. Come here. It's alright. You got a piece of it.

That was a good try. Alright, go get your mitt.

Here you go.

[screaming]

Senor, senor, hold his head.

Try and keep him calm.

[speaking Spanish]

Hold him, hold him. Connie, get over here.

We need..

Hold on to that tight.

Coat hanger's pierced posterior oropharynx.

‐ Throat's swelling up. ‐ It's near the carotid.

‐ What else is in there? ‐ It's off to the left side.

‐ The facial artery. ‐ Phrenic nerve.

‐ Lingual artery. ‐ God, I hate the neck.

‐ Way too much going on. ‐ Hold him still!

‐ 'I'm trying.' ‐ 0.5 Versed.

I'm seeing blood. He needs an airway.

[speaking Spanish]

Malik, get us some bolt cutters, so we can cut this hanger off.

(Mark) 'Tell the OR we got one on the way.'

Sister.

The test was negative.

So I'm not?

No.

[sighs]

Are you alright?

Part of me was hoping that I was.

[sighs]

There's a man...obviously.

He wants me to marry him, but I'm not sure.

For two and a half years, I've been preparing

to devote my life to god.

I don't know which path he wants me to take.

And if I make the wrong...choice..

If I were pregnant, the decision would be made.

(Connie) 'Pulse ox falling, 88.'

Open a suction set.

[speaking Spanish]

(William) 'He's not breathing.'

‐ Throat's swollen shut. ‐ Alright, crike him.

‐ 'Fourteen‐gauge needle.' ‐ 'Get a peds ambu bag up here.'

[Wendy speaking Spanish]

Stick on a number 3 ET Hub and bag him.

‐ The bleeding's worse. ‐ Let's throw in a figure eight.

Close it off.

(William) 'Alright, 3‐0 Vicryl.'

‐ 'Suction.' ‐ 'Needle holder.'

‐ Get a clear angle? ‐ Yeah.

(Connie) 'Pulse ox is improving, 85.'

That's good. That a good bloke.

Okay, tie it off.

‐ 'You get that?' ‐ 'How about that?'

‐ 'Retract.' ‐ Got it.

‐ It's holding. ‐ 'OR's standing by.'

Alright, get him upstairs.

Tell him that we're taking him up to surgery

to get the metal piece out.

[speaking Spanish]

(Mark) 'Santi will be fine.'

[speaking Spanish]

Carter, what are you working on?

Evaluation.

Of what?

Me.

Some kind of self‐help exercise?

It's for my ER sub‐I application.

Benton told me to write it myself.

Oh.

And how do you feel about yourself?

Uh‐uh, I'd rather not.

Carter, come on. Let me see.

Hmm.

"Conscientious, hard working

earnest and ever punctual?"

Carter, this sounds like a recommendation

for a train conductor.

Seriously, Benton could do better.

Got it.

"Chicago" magazine's rich list.

The 50 fattest cats in town.

Where'd you find it?

Med library. Check out number 27.

‐ No. ‐ Mm‐hmm.

His father's name is Roland, right?

Yeah, Roland Carter.

What's it say?

Net worth 178 million.

He can give everyone here a mil and not even feel it.

I wish I'd been nicer to him.

(Jeanie) Peter.

Peter?

Oh, Jeanie. How are you?

I'm not interrupting?

No, no, no, of course not. What's up?

Actually, I have a favor to ask.

You know I'm taking courses

to become a physician's assistant.

Right.

I have to write a paper on nosocomial infections

in post‐operative patients.

You picked this topic yourself?

No, it was assigned.

I was worried there for a second.

How can I help?

I need a case study

and I thought you might know of some cases.

I think I can throw a few nosocomial infections your way.

Alright.

How's your mom?

You know, the same.

Hmm. I'm planning to see her tonight around 7:30.

I was planning on stopping by myself.

‐ So maybe I'll see you. ‐ Great. Okay. See you.

See you.

(Doug) Alright! Here we go.

'Come on, Jake, come on!'

Strike!

Man, I can feel the breeze all the way out here.

Don't worry about it, Jake. Let's go. Wait for your pitch.

'Come on, buddy.'

Alright, Jake. Come on, buddy.

You got 'em, alright. Let's go.

'The socks are gonna do it. Those socks are gonna work.

'Come on, let's go. You got it.'

[crowd cheers]

Go! Go, go!

Come on, Jake, come on!

'Let's go, let's go, let's go.'

Come on, Jake, come on!

Go!

He missed the bag.

‐ 'He missed the bag.' ‐ Go, go, go.

‐ Go, Jake! Come on. ‐ 'He missed the first.'

‐ He missed the bag! ‐ Let's go, Jake, come on.

Go, go!

Let's go, come on, come on!

Slide, slide!

(umpire) 'He's safe!'

He didn't touch first.

He never touched first.

‐ What? ‐ He missed the bag by a mile.

‐ First base coach? ‐ Yeah?

Did he touch the bag or not?

Yeah, he touched the bag!

The call is good. Home run!

(boy #1) 'Oh, man, that guy's a liar.'

'You're a liar. You cheat!'

‐ 'Batter up!' ‐ 'You cheat, man!'

You want to get a hamburger and a shake?

Not hungry.

Okay, I screwed up today.

I got caught up in the excitement

and I did the wrong thing.

You lied.

Yes, I did and there is no excuse for that.

Alright, you know, what I just did

was what my old man would have done.

Now, he was a good guy in a lot of ways.

He's just..

I..

...maybe I'm not very good at this father stuff.

I'm sorry that I let you down.

So should we tell mom about this?

I don't know. What do you think?

Maybe not.

Hmm.

Yeah, come on, let's get out of here.

I promised your mom I'd have you back before she got off.

Hey, Jake..

...it was a hell of a hit.

Dr. Benton, my evaluation for the ER sub‐internship.

If it meets with your approval, I need you to sign it.

Dr. Benton, what do you want from me?

I don't want anything from you, Carter.

The question is what do you want for yourself?

I want the surgical sub‐internship.

Why?

'Cause it would help my chances of becoming a surgical resident.

And why is that important to you?

Because surgery's the most difficult specialty.

There's more pressure, you have to know more

do...I don't know

I don't know if I'm capable of becoming a surgeon

and I want to find out.

Then why are you applying

for an ER sub‐internship?

See you in the morning.

‐ How was the game? ‐ Ah, the good guys won.

Alright.

I'm gonna go call mom.

‐ Tell her we're here. ‐ Okay, you do that.

Listen, um, about what I was saying earlier.

Oh, hey, forget it.

‐ It's okay, you were right. ‐ Okay.

‐ So how's family life? ‐ Uh, it's great.

You know, he's great, she's great.

I tell you, tonight, I'm looking forward

to sitting in my Stratolounger

with my very own beer

watching Irish hurling on ESPN.

Gentlemen.

Farewell, goodnight

till it be morrow.

Is the NEA funding that?

Ready?

Almost.

What's that?

[sighs]

Marriage vows, my half, anyway.

Thought you didn't want to bother.

Let's hear.

"Carol," uh..

...actually, I left it blank at the top

in case I need to change that in the future.

Ha! Keep going.

"Before we were together

"I'd been in love many times, or so I thought

"but now I know you're the only one I've ever truly loved

"the only one I can imagine spending my life with

"the one I can't imagine spending my life..

...without."

That's as far as I got.

It's beautiful.

So do you feel the same way?

Of course.

You don't seem too happy lately.

You're up half the night, and you're‐‐

Tag, I love you, and I want to marry you, okay?

Well, I can't believe, I missed it.

When this kid breaks a slump, he breaks a slump.

Let's celebrate. I'm gonna go to the market.

And get some brats and kraut.

‐ And the good kind of rolls. ‐ Yeah.

‐ You want to man the grill? ‐ Absolutely.

‐ I'm riding with Doug. ‐ Alright.

I love you.

I love you too.

(Peter) 'Why is ma's door closed?'

She's getting a sponge bath.

‐ Who's in there? ‐ Just the nurse.

She just left.

Who?

You know who.

She's married, man.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, yeah, right.

That's why when she comes around

you start talking like Barry White.

"Hey, baby..

...what's up?"

And that look she gives you..

Hope you know what you're doing, man.

♪ Darling I Mmm ♪

♪ Can't get enough of your love baby ♪

♪ Oh I don't know why I don't know why ♪

♪ I don't know why ♪

♪ Can't get enough of your love baby ♪

Oh, man.

Hey, aren't you out of here yet?

Yeah, almost.

(Amy) 'I'm here, baby.'

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm here.

(male #1 on TV) 'So by‐by being great marriage material'

'do you wanna get married?'

(male #2 on TV) 'Uh, yeah, I'm ready for it.'

‐ 'You are now?' ‐ 'Uh‐huh.'

‐ 'How old are you?' ‐ 'Right now I'm 30.'

(man #1) 'Thirty, so you're ready to get married'

'and what makes you think that you're great marriage material?'

(male #2) 'Uh, well, you know, Chuck, I was a boy scout'

ages 11 through 18..

Hi. How was your day?

You read that article on smoking and low birth‐weight babies?

I'm gonna stop, okay?

[sighs]

How was the checkup?

Oh, that doctor was so irresponsible.

I waited two hours.

You didn't stay?

Two hours, Susie.

I can't do this anymore.

Suse!

Suse.

You need to get your own place.

What?

You can't stay here, Chloe.

Not after the baby's born.

But, Susie, I'm naming her after you.

And for that, I have to support you?

Yeah, a few months, maybe.

No.

You're throwing me out?

Oh, God!

My own sister.

‐ Wow. ‐ Stop it, Chloe, stop.

I'm not going to let you guilt me

into taking care of you again.

Oh, come on, Susie, you're making good money.

Oh, perfect.

You're not even here half the time.

Damn it, I have spent my whole life bailing you out

and I've had it, you understand?

No more! This is it!

Where am I supposed to go?

You're 34 years old, Chloe. Figure something out.

You're John Carter.

Mm‐hmm.

Melanie Graff, Radiology.

We sent down some orbital films on a Russian cab driver.

I need them back for our files.

Uh‐huh.

I saw you in the cabbie's book.

Uh‐huh.

Actually, that's the reason I came down here.

Uh‐huh.

Want to get something to eat?

Uh‐huh.

You do speak English, don't you?

Uh‐huh.

You're kind of weird.

Mark?

It's me.

[sighs]

Did you eat?

I had a sandwich at the hospital.

Where are you going?

Living room.

Gonna read.

Do you have to?

Did you hear something?

No.

Daddy?

Go back to bed, sweetheart.

My tummy hurts.

Go back to bed, honey. I'll be in in a minute.

But my tummy hurts. I want daddy to fix it.

Come here, sugar plum.

Where does it hurt?

‐ Here. ‐ Where?

Can I come in?

Okay.

Come on.

Sorry.

It's okay.

You have to be quiet, though. No talking.

Daddy?

What is it, sweetie?

I'm glad you're home.

So am I.

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