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(Transcribed by TurboScribe. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Margaret, I'm going crazy.

I can't remember what this is.

It's a pen, Linda.

I'm talking about this note on the calendar.

I drew a star on today's date, and

I can't remember what it's for.

Oh, that.

At first, I thought it was to remind

me to read my horoscope, but I remembered

I don't believe in that hokey stuff since

I discovered numerology.

No, Linda, I put that star there.

It's to remind me that today is my

10-year anniversary of working here.

You've been here 10 years?

God, Margaret, you should have drawn a teardrop.

I happen to like working here.

Oh, it's a good thing.

Then congratulations.

Should we get a cake, or should we

all just leave early?

Dr. Beckett doesn't like celebrations, and I'd rather

you not even bring it up in front

of him.

I'm not gonna have to.

No one can be insensitive enough to forget

something like this.

Morning, John.

Gee, hardly said anything.

That's kind of a gift, isn't it?

Oh, Margaret, I almost forgot.

Uh, I finished those Medicare forms last night.

Come on back and get them with you.

Medicare forms?

What a crappy cover-up.

I bet that's just a trick to get

you to go back there so he can

surprise you with a gift.

What do you think it is?

Medicare forms.

Nothing special is happening today.

Well, he has to do something.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

No.

If I've learned one thing in 10 years,

it's that John Becker is not a gift

-giver.

Let it go.

Fine, but I find it insulting that after

all these years, he couldn't give you so

much as a lousy pen.

Here.

Happy anniversary.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Besides, it's no big deal.

I mean, he didn't exactly throw a party

when I started.

There's no reason for me to expect one

now.

Look, you idiot, I'm not gonna stay on

hold forever.

I'm a very busy man.

There's absolutely no way I'm gonna spend...

Yes, I'll hold.

You scared the hell out of me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm here about the ad for the nurse's

job.

What?

Oh, the ad.

Yeah, there is no job.

Oh, I don't believe it.

It took me two hours to get here

all for nothing.

Yeah, well, life is a series of disappointments,

and even one really big one.

Look, I have been pounding the pavement all

morning.

My feet are killing me.

You mind if I just rest for a

minute?

Actually, I'm really...

Help yourself.

Yes, I'm still here.

Is this what you do, get on the

line every five minutes just to make sure

I'm still on hold?

Yes, I'll hold.

Are you always this angry?

What?

I'm not angry.

I'm just pissed off.

So, um, is she experienced?

Who?

The nurse you hired.

Yeah, I didn't hire a nurse.

You weren't listening.

There is no job, all right?

Would you like a drink?

No, I can't.

Alcoholic?

No.

Job hunting.

Oh, when I was unemployed, all I wanted

to do was drink.

Hey, finally, yes.

Look, this is John Becker over on Caden

Avenue.

Yeah, right, yeah.

You know the Rhodes Scholars who moved me

in here the other day?

Well, have them drag their knuckles back over

here.

I'm moving out.

Yes, first thing in the morning.

Thank you.

I have a question.

If you just got here, why are you

leaving?

You know, I got a better question.

There is no job.

Why aren't you leaving?

Have you seen my cup?

It's a little...

What am I asking you for?

Uh...

Are you just gonna sit here?

If it's okay with you.

Oh.

Thank you.

Okay, so you came here looking for a

job.

He's drinking.

Your feet are killing you because of the

ugly shoes.

I never told you my shoes were ugly.

Oh, I just assumed.

Anyway, there I was sitting in his office

feeling foolish, wondering why I didn't just get

up and leave.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me, the phone's ringing.

Are you gonna get that?

Doctor's office.

I think.

Uh, yes, he's around here somewhere, but...

Excuse me?

No, no, no, no, no.

Maybe you should tell him.

Okay, I'll tell him.

Uh, excuse me.

You just got a message from...

I'm not even open.

I don't need anyone to answer the phone.

Yes, I know, but you're just...

What's so hard to understand here?

I thought I wanted a nurse.

I put an ad in the paper, and

then I changed my mind, all right?

Look, I'm just trying to tell you that...

Hey, you know, what are you doing?

Writing a book?

Look, I was living in Boston, working in

research, but it just wasn't doing it for

me, and plus I had a little trouble

with my marriage, so I thought by coming

down here and taking over this practice it

might give me a fresh start.

Then I realized I made a huge mistake.

Now, if it's all right with you, I'm

gonna go back up to Boston and try

to save my marriage.

Yeah, but that's kind of what I'm trying

to tell you.

Your wife called.

Sandra called?

Yes.

She said, don't come back.

She wants a divorce.

Oh.

Say when.

Hey, Jake.

Hmm?

I was cleaning out the kitchen, I found

all this stuff.

I figure it's Reggie's.

You think she bought it?

Depends, what is it?

Well, there's a food dehydrator.

Oh, right, the jerky bar.

What?

Yeah, she was gonna add a selection of

dried meats to the menu.

Nobody else had it.

So what happened?

Nobody else wanted it.

There are also some of her books.

Let's see, Looking for Mr. Right, Who Needs

Mr. Right, Alone Doesn't Mean Lonely.

God, Reggie was pathetic.

Let me see Alone Doesn't Mean Lonely.

So what else did you find, huh?

Uh, ski boot, Huey Lewis cassette, a little

electric keyboard.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

A small one?

About this big?

Yeah.

That's my keyboard.

Reggie said it was stolen.

You know what?

She must have found it and forgot to

tell me about it.

Here, let me have it.

I left a song for my cell phone.

Ring number four.

It's Beethoven.

No, Motorola.

Jake, you're very good.

I'm impressed.

Actually, I was just faking it.

It's already programmed in.

Just like the rest of these cool sound

effects.

Check it out.

That's really cool.

I better go put this stuff away.

Boy, that brings back memories.

Sophomore year, couldn't get a student loan.

Ah, never mind.

There you are.

Franklin, what are you doing here?

I mean, you're my favorite tenant.

I was just about to, uh...

Get off your ass and fix my sink?

I've been after you for six weeks.

The drain is clogged.

I'm washing dishes in my bathtub.

Well, I for one applaud your ingenuity.

I'm getting a little pissed off here.

You're pissed off?

I'm furious.

I've been working like hell to get that

part you need.

Tell him, Jake.

Oh, he's working it all right.

I just want it done.

Wait, wait, wait.

You want it done?

I want it done.

But those jerks down at the sink part

store keep telling me your sink part is

coming in, but it never does.

I don't care what you have to do.

Fix my sink, or the next thing it'll

be stuffed with is you.

I love this thing.

Damn, how did this happen?

The diner's my hideout from those pain-in

-the-ass tenants.

Somebody in the building must have told them

I hang out here.

But who?

Me.

You?

Yeah.

The little guy's got no water, so I'm

in the lobby.

He told me he called you, knocked on

your door, paged you.

Of course he paged me.

They all page me.

Well, did you answer him?

I don't have a pager.

That's my system.

I'm the invisible man.

When the tenants can't find me, it buys

me time so they fix it themselves or

forget about it.

Or die.

An incredible option, but yes.

Here's a thought.

Why don't you do the job you were

hired to do and fix his sink?

Here's a thought.

I don't know how.

Bob, it's not that tough.

You get a pipe wrench, loosen the coupling,

snake out the trap, and then replace the

rubber gasket.

You have no idea how hot that sounds.

Bob.

No, no, suddenly I'm getting an image of

you with the tool belt under Franklin's sink

and...

Bob, I'm not doing your job yet.

Fine, fine.

I'll do it myself.

Now that the tenants know where to find

me, I guess I don't have much choice.

Damn it.

I had it so good.

They find out and I don't know what

the hell I'm doing.

I can lose the best job I've never

done.

Margaret, I can't believe he's not doing anything.

This is your ten-year anniversary.

God only knows how often that happens.

So I go to park the car, right,

and the damn meter eats my quarter.

I try to call the city to report

it and I can't find a pay phone.

So I go back to move my car.

I got a $55 ticket for an expired

meter.

Why didn't you just use your cell phone?

Because it's not a weekend and I don't

have any free Tuesday minutes.

Dr. Becker, do you know what today is?

Yeah, the day I was dreading yesterday.

Blender.

Any messages?

Uh, no, you don't, but I do.

My friend Annie called to apologize for an

argument we had.

Her message said, Annie, very sorry.

So?

I was just glad she apologized.

You might say that I was happy, Annie,

very sorry.

Linda!

What the hell is she talking about?

I have no idea.

Think about it.

Annie, very...

Yeah, you know what, Linda?

For every hundred lives a doctor saves, he

gets to take one.

I have 99 saves.

What is wrong with you?

I asked you to just leave it alone.

I can't.

It's not right.

I mean, if he's not going to buy

you a gift or take you to lunch,

the least he could do is say, Happy

Annie, very sorry.

I can't believe you're still here.

I can't believe you're still here.

There is no job.

Why don't you just go?

You went to Harvard?

Wow, that's a great school.

Yes, it is.

In fact, that's where I met my wife,

who just told me she's leaving me for

the guy who details her car.

So much for education.

Look, drinking that entire bottle of scotch is

not going to solve your problems.

I know that.

That's why I have another bottle in my

office.

Now, why don't you just take your coat

and your paper and your feisty little can

-do attitude and just go?

Since I'm not going to see you again,

let me tell you something else.

Those shoes are not the least bit flattering.

So he threw you out of the office?

Yes, he did.

Well, where'd you wind up working?

Oh, right.

Sorry, I got caught up in the story.

So what happened?

He ran out, caught you, and begged you

to come back?

Sort of.

Oh, God.

What?

I thought about it and I decided I'm

hired.

You can't just hire yourself.

Well, nobody else around here has sense enough

to do it.

Look, I'm a nurse.

And I need a job.

You're a doctor and you need to be

doing something to take your mind off the

fact that you are about to go through

a painful and messy divorce.

And you think you're the answer to my

problem?

That's the way I see it.

Wrong.

This is.

Look, I'm going to go drink.

If you're here in a little while, maybe

I'll chase you around the desk.

You better hope you don't catch me.

No, wait.

Wait.

You're a doctor.

You have a God-given talent to heal

people.

And it would be a sin to waste

it.

Hey, Chris.

I wanted to say thanks.

I took your advice and I went up

to Franklin's apartment and fixed his shank.

At first, I didn't know what I was

doing, but, you know, I took my time

and I figured it out.

Thanks, Jay.

I'm proud of you, Mom.

Yeah, me too.

Suddenly, I got like this warm feeling, like

joy or confidence.

Almost as if I have a right to

be alive.

There you are.

Hey, Franklin.

You didn't need to come all the way

over here just to thank me.

Thank you?

My bathroom and bedroom are completely flooded.

What?

Yeah, the pipe you fixed exploded.

You have no idea how angry I am.

You're angry?

I'm furious.

Hey, don't start that crap with me again.

The water got into my closet.

Everything is ruined.

Jay, give it a rest, all right?

Yeah, really, enough.

What are you going to do about it,

Bob?

All right.

I'm not going to make any excuses.

I'm going to be completely upfront with you.

This is her fault.

How is this my fault?

Just take the hit.

I'll make it up to you later.

My apartment has three inches of water.

There's rice growing in my living room.

Jake!

All right, look, Franklin, you win.

I'll do my job.

I'll mop up the water.

But all my stuff is ruined.

Well, make a list of everything that got

damaged and I'll get the building to pay

for it.

And don't forget your wife's stuff, too.

I noticed all those fancy dresses and high

heels in your closet when I was up

there.

Hey, I didn't know you were married.

Wait a minute.

That's right.

You're not married.

Whose clothes are those?

I...

Uh...

Well, they're not mine.

Besides, what are you doing snooping in my

closet?

I don't think that's the most interesting question

on the table, do you?

You know what?

Let's just forget the whole thing.

Hmm.

Franklin wears women's clothes and now I don't

have to fix his sink.

Come to think of it, I know lots

of stuff about people in that building.

Who's stealing cable, who's sleeping with who, who's

going dope on their fire escape.

I'll never have to do an honest day's

work for the rest of my life.

So what are you going to do, Bob?

Blackmail your tenants?

What about pride?

What about that feeling that you have the

right to be alive?

Screw pride.

This is power.

And don't you ask me to fix anything

or I might tell people what I know

about you.

Oh, you don't know anything about me.

Are you sure?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

That's all I had left.

What was that for?

Because you're so pathetic.

You're standing here alone in your coat and

those shoes.

Ready to walk out of here only to

turn around and come back in tomorrow beginning

another ten years working for the most ungrateful

man in the world.

Well, good night.

Happy anniversary.

What the hell did you do?

I didn't ask you to do this.

Well, I had to get the office ready

for business.

I set up the filing system.

I put a few chairs over there.

I even put a sign out front.

Yeah, I don't care if you put in

a steam room and a gift shop.

We're not open for business.

And I figure we'll open around 9.

I'll get here around 8.30, make a

fresh pot of coffee.

Which, given the way you drink, I figure

you might need.

What I need is for you to leave

so I can go back to my what

was it you called it?

Oh, yeah.

My sorry-ass broken marriage cliche of a

life.

I didn't say all that.

You were thinking it.

Can you help me?

Oh, great.

You didn't lock the door.

Are you okay?

I cut my head, pick up my new

stitches.

What happened?

I went outside to take a bike ride,

but I forgot my helmet.

So I yelled up to my roommate on

the third floor to throw it down.

He didn't.

Well, it hit me right in the head.

My helmet hurt my head.

That's pretty ironic, huh?

What are you, a moron?

Haven't you heard of gravity?

Why don't you just have them drop a

brick on your head?

This is a doctor's office, right?

I don't know.

Is this a doctor's office?

All right, fine.

I'll take care of him.

Should he be drinking?

Just going back to...

right around the...

Uh, first room, around the corner, exam room

one.

Exam room one?

It was the first room.

I took a shot.

Can you talk to all your patients like

that?

I've been in research.

I haven't had any patients.

Just rats.

Well, in the future, leave customer relations to

me, and I'll leave the doctory for you.

Yeah, look, there is no future.

I'm treating this one guy, and that's it.

And...

the diploma goes in my office, not the

waiting room.

By the way, it's Margaret.

Huh?

My name.

It's Margaret.

Whatever.

Margaret, come in here.

Oh, God, every day the same thing.

Wait till I'm almost out of the door.

What is it?

I was just about to leave.

Oh, I'm done with these.

You need to refile them.

Fine.

Oh, one more thing before you go.

Oh.

You thought I forgot, didn't you?

I'd have put money on it.

Sit down.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I know most people would make a

big thing out of this, but that's not

me.

It's just another day.

I know.

I don't like speeches or toasts.

I know.

Or special occasions.

I know.

All right, all right.

If you insist, fine.

Look, you know I couldn't have done this

without you.

And, well, I know it, too.

Thank you, Margaret.

Thank you, John.

Yeah.

Oh, no doubt.

Well, I'll never forget that first day.

I'm so glad I talked you into working

here.

Ten years, right?

It's the longest relationship I've ever had with

any woman.

It probably helped that I got to go

home every day.

Yeah.

Probably.

I suppose you're gonna want me to give

you a raise.

Oh, no, that won't be necessary.

Really?

I gave myself one.

How much?

Well, more than you would give me, but

less than I deserve.

No, really.