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I'd like an S, Pat.

We've got one for you.

In fact, we've got two for you.

And that's $800.

Person with two S's.

Siegfried Sassoon.

No, that's four.

I'll buy a vowel, okay?

I'd like an E, please.

Obvious choice.

OK. We can arrange that, too.

One E, two E.

B.B.

Rebozo.

No, that's three E's and a Z.

And who is that?

That lovely, talented lady in the evening gown.

And why is she clapping?

Now, the glasses go in this top cupboard right up here.

Da.

The silverware goes over there in that top drawer.

Dr. Craig likes the spoons separated by size.

Table, tea, and soup.

Da.

Uh, Dr. Craig, what kind doctor he is?

He's a heart surgeon.

Heart surgeon.

Is wonderful.

Why he's not in surgery now?

Oh, he's injured his hand.

Oh, how terrible.

Great artist's drinking, huh?

Yes, well, right now I wish the great artist would get out of the room so you can make up the bed.

Oh, Barbara needs her bottle.

Mark!

Mark!

Uh, I'd like an I, please.

Sure.

Three L's.

All right.

Oh, for Pete's sake, what kind of name has two P's and three L's?

Half eighteen hundred dollars.

Are you going to spin that thing again?

No, I'd like to solve the puzzle, please.

Then do it.

Uh, Priscilla Presley.

Yeah.

Priscilla Presley?

Ellen, who the hell is Priscilla Presley?

Elvis's widow.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Wives of rock and roll stars?

How am I supposed to know something like that?

You're out of touch with popular culture.

I should hope so.

Don't turn that off.

You're not going to lie in bed all day again today.

I'm just getting used to the room.

I barely recognize the place since you redecorated.

Natasha has to clean, and I need you to hunt up the scotch cooler in the attic.

Who's Natasha?

The new maid I told you yesterday.

Oh yeah.

First you hire some teenage troglodyte to assassinate the shrubbery and now some KGB

defector who'll be sifting through my drawers.

She's highly recommended by the agency.

She's got her green card, her English is good, she'll do fine.

And you leave young Dino alone.

No problem.

I mean you can't bother someone who never shows up.

Find the cooler, Mark.

I want to take Barbara to the park for a picnic.

The attic's hotter than an engine block and packed to the of the rafters.

It'll take me to Donahue to find the damn thing.

Please, Mark, I need to go feed Barbara.

Mail in yet?

No.

Oh, that Lesniak.

Probably parked under a tree somewhere, dreaming about his Keogh plan.

How's your hand?

Perfect.

No strength, no grip.

Couldn't crush an Oreo.

I knew I'd find you here.

Help me take these two dudes up to X-ray, the collided water scheme.

I'm doing ER.

Come on, you're on duty with me.

I switched.

I picked up an extra shift over the weekend.

What, you really think you're going to become a physician's assistant?

No doubt about it.

It's four years of night school before they even let you in the damn program.

Wake up and smell the Cafe Vienna.

You're jealous, big fella.

No, sensible.

I thought I was going places, too.

I had a basketball scholarship to B.C.

Yeah, and tore up your knee in sophomore year.

That's right, and that's all she wrote.

Never played pro, never even finished school.

Now I'm a northerly like you.

Just because you rolled over with your paws in the air doesn't mean I have to.

Hey, you're no better than me.

Where's the Gardella chart?

Cart.

Helen?

It's not my turn to watch it.

How was your grandmother's birthday party?

Oh, just another Greek tragedy.

Victor said he had a wonderful time.

Oh, he did, did he?

Did Victor say exactly why he had such a wonderful time?

Yes.

Uzo, bouzouki music, flying crockery.

Sounds fun.

32-32, not 23-23.

I guess some people just aren't programmed for happiness.

Peggy, how's drinks?

.

.

.

Fine, fine, fine.

Have you seen Dr. Axelrod?

No, I haven't.

We have a pre-op counseling for an ostomy revision.

If you see him, tell him Suzanne McConnell has arrived and she is waiting in her room, 3126.

All right.

Elliot, how's your dim sum?

What are you doing here?

Hiding.

Craig's gone.

Don't remind me.

Papandrao said things won't be the same.

You're telling me.

She's one ornery gal.

You're one bloated guy.

Hey, all the hot weather.

You know, ice cream, gelato, frozen yogurt, it adds up.

Summertime, Elliot.

Gotta be sleek.

Oh, yeah, that's easy for you to say.

Not true.

I slur my S's.

But I'm your classic ectomorph.

If only I had a body like yours.

You wouldn't be any happier.

How do you know?

Have you ever looked like me?

Elliot, please.

It's tough enough looking at you.

I gotta go.

Ostomy revision pre-op.

Yuck.

Hey, hey, hey.

An ostomy may not be my idea of a good time either, but ulcerative colitis is far worse.

Lining of the large intestine becomes a mass of ulcers and abscesses.

Nobody knows what the cause is.

Yeah, an ostomy may not be pretty, but it sure beats a lifetime of bloody diarrhea.

Still, whole thing gives me the willies.

Case.

Hey, it's primal stuff, guy.

Early childhood, dependency, potty training.

Wassner says that body image is at the root of identity, self-esteem, and self-worth.

And again, the man had no mirrors in his house.

Blade went right through the biceps.

It's going to cut down in your nautilus time.

Three weights or die.

If you pop these sutures doing bicep curls, don't come back.

Why'd he stab you?

I stabbed him first.

Sounds reasonable.

Well, that thought.

Luther, I'm in a rush.

Could you dress the wound on the kid in three?

Sure.

Your father's very weak from the stroke.

He'll require constant care.

I realize that.

Complications should arise, or if you should feel yourself overwhelmed,

we can readmit him to St. Eligius.

Dr. Auschlander, my father's going to die.

I want to be with him in his own home, not a hospital.

Hospital.

Besides, Thor is waiting.

Thor, his golden retriever.

The only thing he loves more than the Red Sox.

He asked me to dress your wound.

I'm a trained paramedic.

Get your hands off me.

Ain't no janitor gonna mess with me.

Fine.

I hope it gets infected.

I'll come by as soon as I get off work to make sure that the part-time nurse we hired has everything set up.

Thank you.

What about your sister?

Lorraine, she won't help.

She still thinks we should send him to nursing home.

Will he even know where he is?

Yes, and if not, we'll tell him.

I've never done this before.

Watched my father die.

Who has, right?

One of those things you only get to do once.

And you're doing it right.

I just want one last chance to see if I can get through to my old man.

The older sister called me again this morning.

She's adamant.

You asked me to find the best place for Joe to die, and I did.

I'm not so sure.

We have all sorts of facilities in this hospital to keep people alive.

Why can't we serve them in death?

I've walked these halls for 40 years.

Is this really such a hideous place to be?

You ask me?

Yeah, I ask you.

Suzanne McConnell.

Hi, Suzanne.

Chronic ulcerative colitis.

What is this?

Nearly 10 years worth, running to the bathroom literally every 20 minutes, day or night.

And you had a conventional ileostomy 18 months ago?

To prevent colon cancer.

And now you're here for a conversion to a continent ileo reservoir.

The surgeon will fashion an internal reservoir from the ileum.

The stools will drain intermittently rather than continuously, and the stoma

has a nipple valve on it that you'll catheterize through.

No more bag.

Just cover the opening with a simple bandage.

Well, God knows, I don't want to get cut open again, have a second hole punched in my side.

But to get rid of this bag, I'd even do your laundry.

Dr. Axelrod, why don't you examine for hernia?

Oh, certainly.

Glad to.

Well, not much irritation in the stoma.

No hernia.

This appliance is a pretty good fit.

Yeah, as long as I don't go to dance class.

Leg lifts always knock the sucker loose.

Uh, could there be a slight prolapse of the stoma?

Uh, let's take a look.

Dr. Axelrod, you were probably just as bad with bras in high school, right?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, feel free.

My ex-husband took one look at my bag and packed his own.

That's terrible.

I mean, not the joke, I mean, or the stoma, but, I mean, him.

He never came near me again.

It's hard to feel sexy with this backpack on your side.

That's not so bad.

It looks fine.

The surgery should be no problem.

Dr. Kiem is a real good doctor.

It'll be, um, I, uh, could you, um, finish this up for me, please?

I've got to, um, I've got to go.

Well, I'm looking forward to working with you.

It's good to cut with a variety of surgeons, get the whole spectrum of experience.

Well, this ileal reservoir conversion can be very tricky.

Tomorrow, I'm going to need all the All your expertise and experience.

Well, thank you.

I have faith in your confidence, Dr. Kim.

When you have trained with Mark Craig, you have trained with the best.

Goodbye, Victor.

Goodbye, Jackie.

Goodbye.

See you in scrubs.

The coast is clear.

I'm dreading working with this woman.

She's excellent.

And you wouldn't believe the ambiance in OR.

I'm sure she's a cat's pajamas, but she's no Mark Craig.

Yeah?

Well, so what?

So, after you've accompanied Stravinsky, it's hard to settle for playing backup with the Dave Clark Five.

Live.

Mark, did you find the scotch cooler in the attic?

All aboard!

What.

About that new kid picture, Mr. Yule?

20 Ks in one game.

Clemens.

Clemens, right.

Got it in one.

What a fan.

Daddy brought this back from his trip to Oaxaca.

Looks like a Mexican menorah.

Your father's responding nicely to my infield chatter.

All he cares about is the both of us.

That should be your epitaph, Mr. Yule.

All in all, I'd rather be at Fenway.

With apologies to W.C.

Fields.

Lorraine?

Lorraine's not here now.

She's coming tomorrow.

Are you hungry?

Here.

Try and slip some protein powder into a smoothie.

A smoothie?

He used to take us to the carnival.

We'd get cotton candy.

No.

Snow cones you want a snow cone you should.

Put some lotion on his heels elbows and shoulder blades we don't want bed sores

Dr. Auschlander what are you doing here let's just say I'm doing a little personal

field research would you just give me the injection before I swooze off into the

ozone is this your own personal kit mine and nobody else's I am allergic to bee stings.

Give me the sharp, would you?

Look, I would do it myself, but I'm too shaky.

That seems to be the problem.

She was stung by a bee.

How old is this kid?

Oh, would you hurry up?

I'm beginning to zone out.

Anaphylactic shock.

Let me have that.

I hope this has enough fire.

I keep it up to date.

I live in fear.

Care.

We're neighbors.

I live in Roxbury.

Okay, let's lie her down.

So what happened?

Jogging along with Charles, ran into two bees bumping together in canubial bliss.

They weren't happy to be interrupted.

Well, I would have stung you too.

Want some oxygen?

No, thanks.

The epinephrine's starting to kick in.

Are you sure?

Yeah, on second thought.

I'll do that.

B-stink.

Allergic reaction.

Anaphylaxis.

What should you do next?

Run a glucose IV and monitor her BP and respiration.

Sounds good to me.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

It's Hawkins, isn't it?

Yeah.

You're an orderly.

Right again.

I love this training to be a physician's assistant.

Yeah, but aren't only licensed PAs allowed to give injections and run IVs in a hospital hospital context.

Well, I completed my paramedic courses.

Besides, we can use the extra help.

Well, I'll do respect, Dr. Morrison.

I don't think it's a very good idea.

I'll get the IV.

I.

Haven't had this much fun since B.J.

Hunnicutt and I closed the Kim Chi Palace.

Lesniak, at long last, here.

Here, take over the throttle.

Doesn't the union have a regulation that you guys always ring twice?

It's today's catch.

Hello, Mrs. Craig.

Nice train you got there.

Thanks.

Lesniak, stay away from the transformer.

And where have you been?

You know, if I had my way, the postal system would be turned over to the private sector.

Then you'd find out what it's like to work for a living.

Maybe I don't save lives like you used to.

But old man Duggan across the street depends on me to bring his social security check.

That little Crowley girl next door, she's been expecting a love letter from her boyfriend for weeks now.

Just gave it to her.

Should have seen her face.

I remember the day I delivered your son Stephen's acceptance to med school.

He was waiting right out there in the driveway.

So you may think I don't count for a squat, but folks need me just the same.

I'm moved.

I'm touched.

I'm closing the door.

Store.

Lesniak.

The perfect end to the perfect day.

Mark, could you run out to the store for me?

Nothing but junk mail and a get well card from your mother.

Big deal.

What do you need?

Pampers.

Pampers?

The dippy duck diaper service is a no show.

I warned you, Ellen.

Never to trust Barbara's bottom to that quack pot.

Wade Boggs, a definite threat to hit 400.

Guys, The guy's a monster.

We've got to head out to Fenway sometime and have a brew and a dog, Mr. Ewell.

Is Louis Tiant still pitching?

Louis Tiant?

He should stop smoking those big cigars.

Louis Tiant hasn't been on the team since the 70s.

I could swear I saw him on the news last night.

I'm going to make Dad that smoothie.

Heavy on the protein powder.

I thought something from the 60s would be in order.

Got a back beat, you can't lose it.

Tibetan Bells.

Have you read the Tibetan Book of the Dead?

No, I've been meaning to.

It's on the top of my list.

I guess you're not familiar with the Bardot.

Outside of her movies, no.

See, the Bardot is a realm of being.

There's the Bardot of life and the Bardot of afterlife.

The Tibetans believe that death, or the act of dying, is only a moment of passage between the two realms.

Only a moment.

Here we go.

Are you hungry?

Will you have some of this?

Thor.

Thor's right here, okay?

All right.

She'll be here soon.

Is your sister coming?

If she can get around to it.

She better get around to it soon.

Now, I think this is a good idea.

I think we should meet every week, eat a little lunch, and air departmental grievances.

Well, the doctors would only do their job.

Lucy, we can't blame everything on the doctors.

Just the residents.

Oh, come on, Peggy.

Residents have a very pressured life.

They have an extraordinary... Like I said, Axelrod really dropped the ball.

Well, we shouldn't bear grudges.

We shouldn't be petty.

Ah, where's the cauldron?

Get it?

Like Beth?

Three witches?

Take a hike.

On the other hand, some residents are scum.

Well, that's what I mean.

So she's obviously going into anaphylactic shock.

Hidey-ho, what's up?

Beasting.

I mean, this girl was the color of Quaker oats.

So I grabbed her kit, gave her a shot of Epi, pulled her out of it like that.

I wonder how many people die of insect bites each year.

Anybody play the Megabucks Arts Lottery this week?

Elliot?

Uh, no.

So what's the story on this Luther Hawkins, anyway?

What's he doing in ER?

Upward mobility, the American way.

Would you pass the non-dairy petrochemical creamer, please?

One more number for Megabucks.

Damn.

So close and yet so far.

And more.

I was almost rich.

Shot well.

How's the ostomy racket?

Some people handle it better than others.

Take Dr. Axelrod.

Don't you ever do that again.

Let's talk in private, okay?

You doctors are pathetic.

You never want to face the really tough stuff.

I mean, some of the patients are much braver than you are.

I'll vouch for that.

Doing your business out the front of your body into a bag, it's a tough concept to get next.

Could we please not talk ostomies at lunch?

This society is hung up on toilets.

We don't want to deal with our own waste.

Hey, indoor plumbing, it's the backbone of Western civilization.

We have to do what's necessary to keep ostomates comfortable.

Don't use that word, ostomate.

Sorry.

What is it exactly, Dr. Axelrod, that you can't handle?

You know, uh, Suzanne living with the hole in her side, you know, bag or no bag, talking about sex, it's repulsive.

You're not so delicious yourself, haystack.

Neck.

Cause of death, mesothelioma.

Probably contracted during a summer of construction work 20 years ago.

When I was a resident, mesothelioma was as rare as leprosy.

Now it's turning up with more and more frequency.

We live in a carcinogenic century.

He's in one of his apocalyptic modes.

The more health care improves, the sicker the world seems to get.

Well, that's all, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

How are you?

I heard you caught hell in the cafeteria.

I did not eat the tostada salad.

I mean shot well.

She really hurt my feelings.

Well, then now you know how much this McConnell girl is suffering.

Dr. Westphall, do you mind if I have a word with you?

No, not at all.

Come on, let's walk and talk, will you?

It's about the ER, sir.

Uh-huh.

There's a guy down there, unlicensed, practicing medicine on some of the patients.

He's running IVs, he's doing histories, physicals, injections.

Yeah, I just thought you should know what was going on, because the hospital's

leaving itself wide open for a lawsuit, I think.

Do you know his name?

He's an orderly, um, Hawkins.

Ah, yeah, well, Luther is a special project of Dr. Auschlander's, but I didn't know that he'd overextended himself.

Well, I'm no wave maker, and actually we are shorthanded.

Well, still, I'm glad you brought it to my attention.

You're welcome.

I just thought you should know the good of the hospital.

I just hope I don't embarrass Dr. Kim.

Don't sell the woman short.

Look, when you played with Stravinsky... I know, I know.

It's hard to settle for bits and pieces.

Catch me if you can.

Jackie, Victor, shall we begin?

Soft soap.

I imagine this would be different for me.

Somehow.

I'm sure Joe appreciates what you're doing for him.

Probably not.

I've spent my whole life trying to get him to notice me.

Even failed a course once just to get a reaction.

Nothing.

He takes me totally for granted.

Lorraine could care less what he thinks.

And you know what?

She's the old man's favorite.

Maybe it pays to be selfish.

You think you're going to get over these things.

Thanks.

But they fester your whole life.

You know, I've really gotten to know your father pretty good over the last few months.

He loves you.

Then why won't he tell me?

That's why I brought him home.

I thought I could get him to see me, really connect for the first time.

Do you love me, Daddy?

Then say it.

Because if you don't, I'll never forgive you.

You were supposed to be here at 3 P.M.

room.

Ah, the heat of the day, the cool of the night.

You know what I mean, Dr. Craig?

I have no idea.

What are you doing to my hedge?

I'm giving it a new wave haircut.

What's it look like?

Oh, your razor sharp whip pierces me to the ventricles, Borelli.

This whole thing is uneven.

Ah, it's close enough for government work.

Besides, what do you expect for slave wages?

Middlebury, hmm?

How to settle for imitation Ivy League, huh?

What are you majoring in?

Music appreciation?

Business.

Yes, well, I suppose there's always room for another pretzel hawker on the in the commons.

Actually, my dad owns one of the largest sand and gravel operations in the Northeast.

I don't need this job.

I'm just doing it because I feel sorry for Mrs. Craig.

What's that supposed to mean?

Home with the kid.

You can't pull your weight because of your bum mitt.

Here, give me those.

I'll show you how it's done in the Navy.

I dig your technique.

Nonviolent gardening.

Very vegetarian.

Librarian.

Turn off that noise.

That Dino doesn't have the brains of a dinosaur.

He's clipping the hedges after dark.

I mean, he's making mincemeat out there.

Mark, where have you been?

Well, I took a spin by the hospital.

Sat in the parking lot debating whether to go in.

Then I finally turned around and came home.

What's the matter with Bomber?

Mark Pampers.

Nurses, radiologist, nurse Jody Newman, physical therapy, nurse Jody Newman, Luther, how's it going?

Oh, okay.

Um, you know how supportive I am of what you and Dr. Auschlander are doing, right?

Thank you.

But I thought you were going to limit your activities in ER to observation.

Oh, no, you see, if they need me, I... No, Luther, you can't work as a PA unless you're certified, you see.

But I'm not doing anything I'm not trained to do.

Yes, I know that, but you don't have a license.

Who?

Group.

Unfortunately.

Dr. Westphall, you know as well as I do, medicine is hands-on.

Otherwise, what's the point?

Yeah, it's true.

Even so, I don't want you doing any clinical work down there until I've talked this through with Dr. Auschlander.

Okay?

Now, if Victor will oversaw his original excellent suture.

Yes, nice and strong.

This has to last a lifetime.

Good, very good.

Excellent, in fact.

Jackie, please extend the incision along the The afferent limb.

How long?

Two centimeters.

Why?

To offset the inlet and the outlet.

Good.

Very good.

Now, we're nearly ready to do the interception of the distal ilium to form the nipple valve.

Dr. Kim, I'd like a crack at the interception.

Interception.

Thank you.

How long should the valve be?

Four to five centimeters.

Correct.

Jackie, how shall we secure the valve?

Out of suture staples.

That would be my choice as well.

Well, please proceed.

Very carefully now.

The valve is a critical element.

It's got to be properly formed.

The quality of the rest of the patient's life depend on it.

Goes without saying.

Should never go without saying.

Good.

Good.

Deftly done.

Dr. Kim, you're the top.

You're the coliseum.

Call Porter?

Exactly.

You know, you and I are simpatico.

We're kindred spirits.

We're... Victor.

You have the making of an excellent surgeon thank you a little more

concentration and a lot less ball please yes ma'am look.

Ellen a milk tanker and a cattle car I found it all the whole kit and caboodle

Mark we have to talk about what will you turn that thing off please you have been

underfoot all week you mope around the house with nothing better to do than to

watch television or terrorize Natasha and Dino.

Nonsense.

You've upset the baby's schedule.

You've upset my schedule.

Listen, this temporary premature retirement is a lot harder on me than it is on you.

You have to find something more constructive to do with your convalescence.

Why don't you take up charity work?

Oh, fine.

I'll be a candy striper.

Well, then teach or write your memoirs, something.

Oh, don't be ridiculous memoirs.

Mark, what about your hand?

I'm exercising it.

I'm treating it.

I'm doing the best I can.

No, you're not.

You're playing Christmas Day.

Now make up your mind why you're home and do something about it.

Because this has got to stop.

Oh, great, Ellen.

That milk tanker was full.

So on Saturday nights, Lorraine and I would wait for you at the foot of the stairs to see you before going out.

Oh.

As you kissed us goodbye, I'd get a whiff of your aftershave and mom's perfume.

Remember?

It hurts.

I know, Daddy.

I know it hurts.

I'll call Dr. Fiscus.

He'll come over and give you something.

Here.

Take some more.

Lorraine.

Lorraine will be here in the morning.

Lorraine.

I said she'll be here tomorrow.

Tomorrow, she's been busy.

She thinks you're going to live forever.

Lorraine, I'm going to tell you.

I'm going to tell.

1956, wind chimes, Lennox House, you, your mother.

I'm not Lorraine, damn it.

Katie.

Daddy.

Beautiful, baby.

Ellen, I spelt Swiss Miss all over me.

Turn off the TV.

Hello, Dr. Craig.

How's hand?

My hand is fine, thank you.

Where's my wife?

I met this Craig upstairs, baby.

Say moose and and squirrel.

Moose and squirrel.

I thought so.

Is that the way they do it in the Red Army barracks?

I was not Red Army.

I suppose I'm going to hear a sad song about your life in the gulag.

You missed, oh, right over there in the corner.

Excuse me.

Well, you fled to the right place.

The flotsam and jetsam of the world have been washing ashore in Boston Bay for three and a half centuries now.

Was music teacher, teacher, Leningrad Conservatory, signed 77 Helsinki petition,

human rights, duh, lost job, applied immigrate, four years wait, and now,

Boston, working for a distinguished heart surgeon.

I'm sure you'll soon find a position commensurate with your qualifications.

Oh, I know mine, maid, music teacher, makes no difference.

Life is loss, you know, I do.

For example, your hand.

It's very sad.

Nonsense.

It's a minor injury.

Besides, I'm spending this time reflecting on my life.

You're not getting an even shine there.

Here.

Now, you gotta get your back into it, you see?

Strength with grace.

Control the stroke.

I know you didn't have mop and glow in Muscovy.

Here, you try.

Okay.

Care, strength and grace control the stroke.

Now you're plucking the balalaika.

Morning, dear.

Morning.

I've got work to do.

So how are you doing?

Strength and grace control the stroke.

Dr. Craig, great man.

No suffering, huh?

Yeah.

He thinks he invented it.

No respiration?

No heartbeat, no pulse.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

Funny.

I brought him home so we could talk about all the things we never talked about.

It didn't happen.

What happened?

Goodbye, daddy.

That's enough.

Luther, I need you to... Do it yourself.

What?

Leave me alone and get out of my way.

And I apologize.

I came to apologize.

I should have never reacted the way that I did.

You know, I'm professional.

I put off having that ostomy for nearly two years.

Lost 40 pounds in my job.

Tried everything, diet, steroids, even went to a faith healer.

Doctor said, if you don't have the ostomy, you'll die.

Why?

After the operation, I felt mutilated.

I came home from the hospital and cried for two weeks solid.

You know, last year, I was dating this girl, and we both decided to lose weight.

She did and I didn't.

Afterwards, people told me, hey, it's all right.

Don't worry about it.

Learn to love yourself.

But I was so upset.

I was so upset about losing her.

I became angry and cynical and uncooperative.

I really admire you for accepting who you are.

I showed you mine.

Show me yours.

What?

Your problem, your physical deformity.

I showed you mine.

Show me yours.

I'm a doctor.

Don't pull rank.

Come on, what's a little cellular?

Appointment,

hospital, hospital, hospital, hospital, hospital, hospital, hospital.

It's a Randy Newman song.

It's a joke.

The way you square.

Well, oblong.

Very funny.

I'm waiting.

I can't.

You know the old saying, Dr. Axelrod, you can run, but you can't run.

I can't hide, especially from yourself.

I don't see why I can't keep on doing both.

Nurse Rosenthal said you were looking for me.

How was the exam?

I didn't take it.

Why not?

Dr. Westphall forbid me from doing hands-on in the ER until I get into the PA program.

Program.

Still, no reason for not taking the test.

All the orderlies hate me.

The doctors won't let me do what I know how to do.

I'm working, I'm going to school, and I'm behind in my homework.

And I'm dead on my feet.

Feels like I don't belong.

And Dr. Auschlander, I don't have six years to waste on a pipe dream.

Neither do I.

I promise to see See what I can do about speeding things along.

You're promising me swimming lessons and I'm drowning.

Patience, that's all I ask.

Forget it, I quit.

What are you doing up?

Writing my memoirs.

Why?

Oh, for the love of Mike, it was your idea, Ellen.

By Mark Craig, M.D.?

I need a title.

How can I get started without a title?

What about surgeon?

Surgeon.

Too generic.

I can just picture the dust jacket.

White, glossy stock, big black letters.

Surgeon with an exclamation point.

Ellen, my life is not a Broadway musical, and I'm afraid with this hand, the typewriter's out of the question.

I'll have to rough it out on a dictaphone.

Sacrifice style for speed.

Well, whatever you write, I'm sure that it's going to be brilliant and provocative and controversial.

You know, I've always wanted to have my views known, share experiences,

set the record straight.

Book was a good idea, thank you.

You're welcome.

Don't stay up too late.

No.

Sleep tight.

Your heart, my hands.

Too sentimental.

Cardiac man.

Sounds like a bad doctor.

Documentary, The Cutting Edge, a.

Memoir by Dr. Mark Craig, surgeon, award-winning surgeon, winner of the.

Cushing Left Anterior Descending Artery Award, and Doctor of the Year, Chapter 1.

I have to get back to the hospital now.

I'm sorry about leaving you alone.

Oh, that's okay.

I want to be by myself for a while before Lorraine and her kids get here.

They'll start picking through his junk.

He promised me this.

I want that.

You know what?

They can have it all.

What's wrong with wanting a remembrance?

Right.

Daddy's junk becomes an icon.

Katie, what exactly did you expect to get from this?

Oh, nothing much.

I needed him to make up for 30 years of emotional neglect.

In a matter of days, at his weakest point?

When he probably didn't know what side of the foul line he was on?

In any case, he's gone, and I've still got nothing.

This is not about you and him.

It's about helping him, easing him into his death.

The caring that you showed is worth more than any Father's Day dinner or birthday celebration.

Look, I know you're supposed to say things like that, but... You feel empty inside, right?

I know.

Look, why don't you spend some time with someone who knew him?

Always comes back to my sister.

No, his best friend.

Here, boy.

Come on, boy.

Why don't you take Katie for a walk?

Come on, Thor.

Come on, boy.

Can I come in?

Please.

I wanted to talk to you, Daniel.

About Luther, I know.

Yeah.

I spent the day watching a man die in his home, an event we doctors rarely get to see.

He went the way we think we all want to go.

Can't always be that neatly arranged, can it?

Whether a man dies in his bed, or with tubes in hospital, or in a

malaria-infested swamp in the South Pacific, whether he dies surrounded by his

family, or absolutely alone, it makes no difference.

Ultimately, no.

In my own life, what I strive for is to be prepared for that moment, whenever it is.

Easy for you.

As my time shortens, I fight the cancer and the age that much harder because I'm

more scared of that one second, that journey, than anything else.

Where does one find the courage to face?

When Joe Yule died, I thought I saw a light, a soft light like mist.

I know now what that light was.

The soul leaving the body.

Maybe the sun was in your eyes, huh?

I'd like to believe in something like that.

Yeah.

We die alone, that's for sure.

But while we're here, we're all in this together, right?

See you later.

Center.

Phenomenon,